Breaking Point [Original RP Collection] discussion

((Please read the Plot Line/Description of this RP before jumping in. Thank you.))

Tanner lounged at his desk, head resting on his arm as his other hand flicked a pencil up the slanted surface; repeating it over and over until it rolled too far sideways and off the desk. With a disappointed sigh, he stretched back in his chair; yawning widely before he reached down to get the mechanical writing utensil. "Man... It's really dull tonight, huh? Maybe it's time to get back to the dorms..." He muttered, briefly touching the headphone set on his head to change the song he was listening to on his iPod.

"If you want to go back to the dorms, go. Don't complain about the stuff you can't change." He whispered, not really making any sense. He scribbled sketches on the back of his paper.

Tanner offered Isaak a cheeky smile. "Aww, C'mon, Izzy! Brighten up a little, man. Maybe I can't change it, but I wasn't serious. As soon as we step foot into our rooms past 10; it's a no-go until 8. 10 solid hours of confinement is a bit much for me..."

((Mitchell?))

"No one likes the dorms." Isaak whispered, closing his book and putting it away. "It's a horrible idea. Mine as well kill us right here and now." He mumbled, standing. "Maybe a good walk..."

((This isn't DN?))

"I like the dorms!" Tanner said in an offended tone. "I love this place! It's much better than anywhere I've been; and I get so much more attention! We get three square meals a day, and..." He could tell that Isaak wasn't listening.

Lizzie was in the gym, disemboweling a punching dummy. She narrowed her eyes in concentration, sending a high kick to the side of it's head, making it shake. She quickly followed up with two punches to it's shoulder, the strength of her blows creating dents in the rubber.

((Oh, oops XD))

"I dont' care what we get to eat." Isaak said with a sigh. "It's a horrible place. For horrible people." He headed for the door, his shoes clunking loudly against the floor. "Would you like to come?"

((You said Isaak again!))

Tanner offered an exasperated sigh, but he got up. "Can't let you go in the dark by yourself. If you're alone, they might think you're trying to run away." He said, smiling again as a Jason Mraz song started playing. "Just chill, man."

((That's my characters name though T.T))

"I'd love to." He rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. "Just don't get us caught. I'd rather not spend MORE time here." He grumbled, opening the door and stepping outside.

Lizzie grimaced as the dummy snapped backward from an uppercut punch. She jumped and landed a butterfly kick to it's chest, the fabric ripping open. "He didn't put up much of a fight," she muttered, then let out a small snort.

((But you put Michel!))

"Let's head to the gym, then." Tanner suggested. "It's far enough away for your walk, and it won't get us in trouble if we say we were going there. And this place isn't terrible! Why do you keep saying stuff like that?" He said with a hmph, slipping his hands into his pockets as he followed the other boy out.

((I did? Where? Ah well, want me to switch it to Michel?))

"Because this place is terrible." He murmured, swatting at bugs as he walked. "This place is just...not my type."

Leaning up against a wall, Lizzie yawned slightly, wishing she had a real opponent to fight. Except last time she did, the boy was put in the hospital. She sighed, dragging another punch dummy out, practicing her kicks.

((whichever XD))

"Well, my 'type' used to involve me never getting enough food every day. I practically staved to death back where I lived!" Tanner said with a pout. "At least the food here is decent and government-funded."

Camille ran a hand through her choppy strawberry blonde hair. She was sitting in an office chair that was obviously bad for her back, pouring over the blueprints of the base of an alleged kid-run terrorist group. "Ugh. This is a bitch." She muttered, highlighting something or other that seemed important. She slammed the writing utensil down on the cherry wood table, standing and languidly streching in one movement. Camille picked up the blue print and stuck it on the white board along with pictured of the members of the group. "Ah. New case. Should be getting a call from the boss soon."

((You can tell I'm sleepy :P))

"And at least the people here aren't all assholes." He stopped walking. He remained quiet for a second, then looked at Tanner. "Well, most of them aren't." He smirked.

"...Is that implying something? About Me?" Tanner sniffed. "That was just a bit hurtful..." He said, unsure if Isaak really was talking about him or not. "Well, I see lights on in here. I guess I'll head in; I'm not much of a night person. Sorry for my girlish phobias." Tanner said with a grin before he slipped inside the office building without another word.

"It's not girly. You are girly, however." He smiled, following. "I'm only joking. And you are far from an asshole, trust me."

Camille slung her bag over one shoulder to head upstairs. "Dying. Slowly dying." She groaned. "They over work us."

((My character is Mitchel not Duck's. So could you switch it? ))

Lizzie sighed again, extremely bored. Like there was anything to do around here. She stalked over to the supply closet, wrenching open the door. She shifted through the mass of items, selecting a long, sturdy bostaff. She arranged the punch dummies in an attack formation, and prepared to fight them, twirlin the staff.

((...oops. Man, I made a pretty bad fail there...))

"Thanks, Isaak~" Tanner poked his head out again before slamming the door, dashing to the stairs before practically colliding with Camille. Using his bullet-time ability, though, he managed to avert his path and stop himself right next to her.

A bit breathless, he offered her an easy-going smile as Justin Timberlake started playing in his ears. "G'day, mate."

"Hey kid~!" Camille grinned back. She had an odd habit of calling everyone kid-- even those older than her. "Whatcha' playin'?" She pointed to his headphones.

((Crap. I missed the beginning.))

Avery was sprawled across her bed, struggling to focus on the map she held above her head. Each time she tried to focus, her eyes blurred over. Finally, she threw the map across the room and closed her eyes with a yawn. "Screw it."

As Lizzie was jumping onto a dummy to propel herself to another one, the staff snapped under her weight. Lizzie quickly twisted, hitting the ground and rolling into a standing position. "Useless," she muttered under her breath, casting the two pieces of wood away. She began pushing the dummies to the sides of the room.

((Agreed, epic fail.))
Mitchel stood in the firing range with a table set infront of him. On the table sat six guns ranging from a 9mm. pistol to a .416 caliber bolt action sniper rifle. He had already inspected each piece, and was trying to decide which to shoot first. Pistol or rifle? He thought to himself. Tough choice.

((;n; I'm sorry...))

"Sexy back." Tanner offered an impish grin. "Nice to see that someone 'round these parts besides me has a sense of humor these days!" He said, ruffling Camille's hair in a playful manner in response to her calling him a 'kid'. "Justin Timberlake is the bomb here in America right now, isn't he? The new teen sensation?" Tanner prompted. Being from Australia didn't do much for his pop culture knowledge.

((Great, now I remember dancing to Sexyback last night. -.-))

Avery gave up, throwing the door open to her room and starting down the hallway, hands stuffed in her pockets. Her black Converse were soundless on the floor and she swayed slightly to the music in her head.

"Er... No. Try Eminem. Or uh..." Camille racked her brain, ignoring Tanner's hair ruffling. Her hair was already messy. "Bruno Mars, Cee Lo Green, Black Eyed Peas..." She began listing, trying to remember what was on her i-pod. Her musical taste was all over the place, ranging from top ten on i-tunes to classic rock such as the Spin Doctors or Cheap Trick.

"...Hmm." Tanner hummed, tapping his chin to the beat. "...Oh! Sorry, my mistake! I meant Justin Bieber. New teen heartthrob; or something along those lines?" He asked, thumping himself lightly in the head. "I'm no good at remembering all this stuff. How do you people do it?" He asked with a tired grin.

Avery shrieked when she crashed into Camille and Tanner. "Oh! Sorry! Wasn't watching where I was going," she said in one breath, face flushed. Her hair was in a disarray around her face, and she'd left the contacts back in her dorm. "Sorry," she repeated.

"Beaver." Camille corrected with a smirk, before being bowled over by Avery. She pulled a spare set of glasses out of her bag for her friend. "Here." She placed a hand to a tender spot on her head and winced.

((If I vanish, I'm sorry--Dad's bitching again.))

Avery grinned sheepishly, accepting them. "Thanks. And, really, sorry. I should start watching where I'm going." She turned to Tanner. "Hi. I'm Avery. You are...?"

((Upload?))

"No problem kiddo." Camille grinned cheekily. "Dollface, this is Tanner, our resident hacker. If we'd had him on our little mission into Fort Knox we would've killed."

Mitchel picked up the 9mm and stepped to the booth he was using. He slid a clip into place and chambered a round, then he flipped the safety and began snapping off three rounds to the target's chast, and three to the head within five seconds. He grinned as he flipped the catch, and let the clip slide from the weapon. He bent down, and picked up the brass before moving to the next weapon. Maybe I should head to the gym next. He thought as he picked up the small machine pistol that was next in line.

((Can't--Gotta go to sleep soon. Will try tomorrow, I promise!!!!))

Avery sighed in exasperation. "Dude, where have you been my whole life?!" Shrugging, she nodded to him. "Nice ta meet ya. Wish I'd met you earlier. It would've gone great if it wasn't for the motherfucker..." she trailed off into mumblings.

"Yes, yes. I know Eric sucked ass." Camilla twirled a lock of reddish blonde hair, sighing.

((Bye~!))

((Baiz baiz.))

Avery rubbed her eyes aggravatedly. "On the bright side, he didn't make it out. Bastard payed for his mistakes," she said viciously.

the sniper was childs play on this range, so he had deciged to tie an acorn on the back of an RC car, and taped the controls so that the toy car just circled. He breated out smoothly and squeezed off a round shattering the seed. His second shot put out the rear tires, and his third took the motor leaving the car otherwise undamaged. He smiled and stepped back from the booth. He quickly packed his weapons, then headed to the gym forcombat practice.

Lizzie finished cleaning up the gym, and looked through the supply closet one last time. She began rifling through the stuff, trying to find something she hadn't used in a while. Ughhh....this. Is. So. Boring!!!!

"That's true. He had some serious shit to take up with karma." Camille snickered.

"Nice 'ta meet ya, anyways~" Tanner suddenly interjected while he grinned, taking Avery into a friendly hug from one side. "Sorry to hear about your failed attempt for Fort Knox. THAT place, I've heard about. And I'm not just a hacker, Lil' Missy, I'm a Technopath." He said, tapping his temple. "Got it aaaaall up here. Including a small bit of the crazies~" He said, his grin becoming a bit devilish. "It happens when you've hacked into the most valuable stash of information in the world... directly with your mind."

"Here we go again." Camille teased. "I've hurt the little Aussie's feelings by not calling him our resident technopath. Whatever shall we do?" She feigned a panicked expression then giggled. "And he's just oh-so-modest about his accomplishments."

"Teehee." Tanner giggled, putting a finger to his cheek in an 'Oopsie!' kind of gesture. "There I go, touting my own horn, ya muppet. Like you two aren't doing the same!" He laughed, bringing Camille into a hug from the other side.

"Oi! You're such a twit!" Camille tripped into the hug, a rather interesting change from her usual grace. She wrapped an arm around him and said in a decided tone. "You're lucky the accent is cute."

"D'aww, she likes me! You hear that! Miss Ice Princess, falling for Kangaroo Boy!" Tanner cried dramatically, howling with laughter. "You girls are probably the only reason I don't ditch for my homie'roos back home!~" He said; totally screwing up the common saying.

"No way would I fall for you, Aussie! I call 'em as I see 'em and I find accents attractive!" Camille grinned, adding in a joking tone. "And it's just homies, lover."

"Well, if I found accents attractive," He said sarcastically, "Then I would be in a deep pile of dung. 'Know why?" He prompted, letting the two shorter girls act as shoulder rests as he let them carry most of his weight.

"'Cause to you we all have accents?" Camille guessed lazily, uncaring of his weight and well-able to support it.