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Post by lapochka on Aug 29, 2017 10:35:25 GMT -5
[ooc] so am I!! the more the merrier! [rp] David adjusted the backpack that was still on his back with his free hand, deciding that he'd ask Drake if he could sit with him. Then again, he had money to get a snack from the vending machine, and it was right outside of the band room. Oreos and practicing his piccolo in the band room with his friends, or sitting with a bunch of popular kids. There was always tomorrow, right? Those Oreos were really tempting..
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Post by Winona on Aug 29, 2017 10:42:53 GMT -5
((Yes!! I'm impatiently waiting. XD))
((I feel the same way, David. Cookies, or new people? I always choose cookies. XD))
Drake, with school food now in hand, was about to head over to the popular table. "So do you want to come, or are you going to go hang out in the band room?" Either way, Drake wouldn't be upset. It is what it is -- and it was hard to get Drake feeling down on anything.
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Post by lapochka on Aug 29, 2017 10:51:54 GMT -5
[ooc] same! and the cookies always win, haha [rp] David stood there with the tray of food in his hands, thinking. He didn't wanna seem rude, but he really liked to sit in the band room at lunch. It was definitely quieter than the cafeteria, and he could get some extra practice in to memorize his music. "I'm gonna go chill in the band room, sorry. I'll sit with you tomorrow though," he said, shaking his head. "See you around."
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Post by Winona on Aug 29, 2017 10:58:26 GMT -5
((How can you turn down a perfectly innocent cookie? XD Now I want cookies.))
"Yeah, no problem." Drake said and headed to his own table. He wasn't hurt by it and was sure that David would probably keep blowing him off, but it didn't matter. At least he had talked to him, and maybe they could strike up some kind of friendship or be acquaintances of some sort at soccer practice.
((Hmm.... now what?))
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Post by lapochka on Aug 29, 2017 11:03:25 GMT -5
[ooc] hmm...maybe we could bring in one of your other characters? or skip ahead to another time.
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Post by Winona on Aug 29, 2017 11:14:47 GMT -5
((Either one would probably work. xP Keisha is a fellow sophomore, so they'd probably end up having classes together. Mason is just simply a jerk. Or we could skip ahead to soccer practice or something.))
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Post by lapochka on Aug 29, 2017 11:18:51 GMT -5
[rp] which one would you rather do? im not great when it comes to sports other than marching band xD
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Post by Winona on Aug 29, 2017 11:32:30 GMT -5
((I used to play soccer, but it's been so long. XD So I'm cool with just doing some school and have him meet Keisha?))
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 29, 2017 11:56:49 GMT -5
OOC Hello, I just joined. :3
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Post by Winona on Aug 29, 2017 12:01:25 GMT -5
((Welcome! =3 I just read over your joining forms. XD))
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 29, 2017 12:02:34 GMT -5
OOC Ah, yeah, these four are semi new characters of mine that I haven't really gotten the chance to use yet, so I'm excited for them.
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Post by lapochka on Aug 29, 2017 12:02:40 GMT -5
[ooc] alright, sounds good. and welcome!
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Post by Winona on Aug 29, 2017 12:05:25 GMT -5
((New characters are always fun, but mine never go the way that they're supposed to. XD Mason was supposed to be a sweetie!
So... midday classes or something? Should we try to do a three-way roleplaying thing of some sort? =3))
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Post by lapochka on Aug 29, 2017 12:10:13 GMT -5
[ooc] yeah, that's a good idea!
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 29, 2017 12:12:37 GMT -5
OOC XD mine usually don't either.
Sure!
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Post by Winona on Aug 29, 2017 12:22:21 GMT -5
((Alright. Who wants to start? o.o))
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 29, 2017 14:14:08 GMT -5
OOC Sorry for poofing!
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Post by lapochka on Aug 29, 2017 14:18:55 GMT -5
[ooc] same, i poofed for a while. anyone want to start though? i suck at starting
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 29, 2017 14:30:24 GMT -5
OOC I guess I could, but I'm not great and starting either, heh.
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Post by Winona on Aug 29, 2017 14:31:39 GMT -5
((Yeah, I'll just create starters with my three and you guys can jump in? XD))
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 29, 2017 14:32:36 GMT -5
OOC That'll work! XD
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Post by Winona on Aug 29, 2017 14:37:35 GMT -5
((Alright. XD
So I'm going with that we're after lunch, kind of midday classes...? Or should we have it after school? I just want to know before I start typing things up. XD))
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Post by lapochka on Aug 29, 2017 14:42:08 GMT -5
[ooc] hmm.. how about midday classes? like, the last few periods of the day
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Post by Winona on Aug 29, 2017 14:51:51 GMT -5
((Alright! I can work with that! ^.^))
Mason was just about done with the day, but he swore that he would make it through all of his classes... even though skipping sounded like the best thing in the world at the moment. He had paused at his locker and was groggily pulling out the last of his books that he needed for his math class. It was going to be so hard to stay awake, but he just had to remind himself that good grades meant football and although he didn't really like football, he did like watching cheerleaders. That was enough of a metaphorical kick for him to slam his locker shut and start marching down the hallway towards his class.
Drake was on his way to gym -- which just so happened to be his favorite class. He made it there in record time, changed into his gym clothes in equally record time, and then found himself pacing around the gymnasium, waiting for class to start as others started to trickle in. He didn't really know anyone in this class, but there was always a chance to make new friends and bond over sports! He briefly wondered what they might be doing today as he laced his fingers together behind his head and continued to pace before he leaned back against his wall, eagerly awaiting the bell to ring.
Keisha was thrilled that the day was almost over. She had been done with school and her fellow peers within the first two minutes of arriving at school, but education was key. She already had her books, having always been prepared to make her way to her classes as quickly as possible by carrying all of her afternoon books at once. Although it was a pain (and rather heavy), she considered it a necessity. Keisha would rather be struggling under these books than have to spend time struggling to squeeze her way to her locker and then scurry through the hallways. Her class was English, which just so happened to be one of her favorite periods, and she found herself sinking into a desk in the back where she pulled out a book and started to read while she waited for the period to start.
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Post by lapochka on Aug 29, 2017 15:12:25 GMT -5
[ooc] alright coolio [rp] David kept his hands in the pockets of his shorts, his backpack weighing down on him, feeling as though it was two times his body weight. It didn't even really have much stuff in it- well, actually, he was too lazy to go to his locker between classes, so he, for some reason, kept every single book he needed in his backpack all day and just shoved everything in his locker after school. He walked into his English class, throwing his backpack on the floor with an unnecessarily loud "thud" and taking his normal seat towards the back. He always sat next to a girl that he didn't think had ever talked in that class, well, save for the first few days of school, but after that, not really. He ignored that fact and sunk down in his chair, waiting for the day to be over.
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Post by Winona on Aug 29, 2017 15:25:31 GMT -5
Typically, Keisha would quickly find herself lost in her book world, unable to escape until someone made it VERY clear that it was time to be done reading. In fact, there were even a few classes that she had read through because she had no idea that class had started. However, for some reason, the boy who always at next to her (she still didn't know his name) just so happened to manage to pull her out of that when he tossed down his backpack, causing her to jump and lose her train of thought. She tried to get back into it, but something kept her from doing so and soon, she found herself talking. "I swear, your backpack could break something."
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Post by lapochka on Aug 29, 2017 15:32:25 GMT -5
[rp] David slid his backpack across the floor to stay right besides his chair, looking up when he heard the girl next to him speak. "Definitely." he said, nodding and looking over at her. "It probably weighs more than I do." he said, looking back down and opening it, pulling out a binder with almost a dozen loose papers in it. He wasn't really the most organized, whenever he got papers, he tended to just throw them in with the intent of putting them in their proper place later, but of course, he never did so.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 29, 2017 15:39:15 GMT -5
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IC Milo hated gym with a passion. He was convinced it was the government trying to destroy people's spirits when they were young. All of school was, but especially gym. So that's why he was sulking in the gym, sitting down on the bench. With any luck, the gym teacher wouldn't notice him and he could suffer in silence. Believe it or not, but this was actually Milo during a good patch. He hadn't found anything else that caught his attention, so for now, he was just there. He heaved a sigh, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he watched the rest of the people enter.
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Post by Winona on Aug 29, 2017 15:40:29 GMT -5
"You must not weight a lot then." Keisha replied, not understanding that that was probably intended as a joke. She started to scan the page, trying to remember where she had left off, but ultimately failing miserably. With a sigh, she put her bookmark in and closed the book, sliding it underneath her desk with the other stuff that was unneeded for this period. Keisha would just have to try and pick it up again in a different class period.
Drake finally got bored with not talking to people (he had no idea where his friends were), and pushed himself away from the wall, heading over to some kid that he swore he had never talked to. Pausing in front of him, Drake gave a friendly smile and held his hand out to his fellow gym class peer. "Hi! I'm Drake! What's your name?" He asked enthusiastically. Some might think that he was just trying to mess with the kid given that Drake was a jock but in all honesty, he just loved making new friends.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 29, 2017 15:50:50 GMT -5
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IC Milo looked up through the edges of his glasses. He then looked down at the hand, then back up at the guy. "Milo, and I don't shake hands. Too many germs," he explained with a small shake of his head. Now, Milo wasn't even sure why Drake was talking to him. He was one of those jocks. Jocks didn't talk to people like him unless they had some sort of alterior motive. That's it, this guy was obviously up to something. That was clearly the only realistic option.
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