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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 29, 2018 13:09:39 GMT -5
This looks amazing! Im at work right mow but I'll claim a spot for Jester for when i get off!)
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Post by lazy penguin on Oct 29, 2018 15:30:20 GMT -5
venus that's fine, we're not doing anything too important right now!
~Skyblaze~ Cool cool, I'll mark it as claimed!
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Post by lazy penguin on Oct 29, 2018 19:59:47 GMT -5
S T E V I E
The Ruler
Stevie had never wanted to disappear more than she did now at the Club Fair. Awkward, was to mild a description for this encounter. She wanted to be anywhere but a crowded gym for this- hell, she would’ve been fine staying out of the relationship drama. Part of her was angry at Macie for not warning her. It would’ve been nice to get a “oh yeah, my ex might show up to this fair and we still haven’t talked about the breakup, or even really talked in general since then” text. Of course, she should’ve assumed that something like this would happen. It was hard to keep two people in the same club away from each other. Well, sucks for me I guess, she thought dragging her hand down her face.
“No, I’m off tonight,” she replied, her voice laced with fake enthusiasm. “I was looking to thrown together a club ‘alumni’?- no, like,” she paused, debating the words in her heads. “I was going to throw a hang out for returning club members to just catch up? And stuff?” She bite her lip, hoping that her half-smile would suffice. “I was just trying to eyeball when everyone would be free.”
She was sucked out of this conversation by Wally, Mr. Breakup himself. She silently cursed at herself for talking to him earlier. He was fun, charismatic, and made it hella easy to forgive his past mistakes. If Stevie wasn’t friends with Macie, she would’ve already buzzed by the breakup. But she was loyal to her friend. She knew that he’d hurt Macie. She knew that he was in the wrong this time. So why couldn’t she stay mad at him?
It was infuriating, but she knew the answer. He was like family. The entire club was like family to her. It was easy to forgive and easy to forget. And she was out of her element. She wasn’t used to being a third party. Whenever her and Robin fought, it was just them. She didn’t care enough when he fought with friends, and her mom was too busy to spend time squabbling with her own children. Sure her other friends fought a lot, but it was a lot easier to play both sides with them. They were easy enough to con. Macie and Wally, however, weren’t idiots. They both (probably) had rational reasons for their feelings, reasons that Stevie could only guess at.
So instead of curling up into a ball and giving up, Stevie turned toward the other club member, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. “I mean, no more than normal.” she admitted, wrinkling her nose at her hoarse tone. “Tonight will probably be more busy, Fridays usually work out that way.” She gave a slight shrug. “I’m honestly surprised I wasn’t scheduled, maybe someone told them that I’d have to spend an entire afternoon describing cryptids to confused freshman and they decided to pity me.” She stretched her arms out, pausing as she made eye contact with a stranger across the gym. They dropped to her side, slightly embarrassed. She always moved around when she was nervous. “Or maybe I just lucked out,” she ended, adding a wink for good measure. God this whole situation feels like a bomb is going to go off, she winced internally. I can only hope we cut the right wire, cause I really don’t feel like blowing up today.
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Post by lazy penguin on Oct 30, 2018 15:19:12 GMT -5
(so what's everyone up to today?)
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Post by . on Oct 30, 2018 15:52:32 GMT -5
(I've gotta make it through one more class and then I can finally chill for the night. You?)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2018 17:25:53 GMT -5
[ Hey, hey! This is still open right? This looks super fun & I'm trying to get back into roleplaying - could I claim the Dreamer? c: ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Oct 30, 2018 17:59:28 GMT -5
(nice nice . i've got to finish some government homework and then memorize a poem for german but then i'll be done.
@aconite definitely still open! i'll mark it as claimed now!)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2018 18:24:21 GMT -5
[ I think I've finished him! ]
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Post by . on Oct 30, 2018 18:33:03 GMT -5
(Well that doesn't sound like a ton. Good luck!
Also hey everyone!)
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Post by lazy penguin on Oct 30, 2018 19:29:51 GMT -5
(@aconite his form looks good to me! feel free to rp!
., yeah government was a bit of a pain, but now all i have to do is scream some german poetry so i should be more available now.)
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Post by . on Oct 30, 2018 19:32:07 GMT -5
(German poetry... funnnn. I struggled so much when I had to read and write about Spanish poetry. Anyway I'm around all night and I'm gonna try to reply but I'm not sure if I'll get a reply up cause j got like twenty other replies to do)
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Post by lazy penguin on Oct 30, 2018 19:35:53 GMT -5
(riiip. it's always a trip because it's so dark. like the one that we're reading/memorizing/etc literally ends with a child dying. like yikes my man.
that's okay, you just do what you can!)
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Post by . on Oct 30, 2018 19:40:09 GMT -5
(That's dark. Ours was like five poems that we had to read and discuss and all of it was focused on immigration. But I struggle with poetry enough in English... Spanish was a lot harder)
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Post by king rook on Oct 31, 2018 6:49:37 GMT -5
{ i have major respect for the poets who made their poems short. Mad mad respect }
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2018 9:39:12 GMT -5
Asa Cohenwe are the dreamers of dreams School was not his friend, and nor were the teachers. If it were up to Asa, he would've skipped already, but he wanted to have a semi-decent attendance this year. He wasn't really a morning person. Or a day person, actually. He was a night owl who would be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at eight in the evening until four in the morning, and then he'd be tired and lost in his own thoughts again. Summer was always his friend; night-time walks were more fun, the sounds around him were nicer, and the warmth on his skin was a blessing. It was easier to get away from the noisiness of his house, nicer to find scenes to paint. But in school, he had to sit still and listen and pretend he understood, even though he didn't like their teaching methods.
Considering his slimness, it was easy for Asa to press himself against his locker as students moved past him, chattering away to each-other and talking about their Summers, about how much work they already had to do in school. If he could just put his things in his locker, then he could head down to the fair and see if any other members of the Cryptid Club had bothered to turn up. He wouldn't have bothered, but he was bored and he wanted to see anyone else who joined. Or intimidate them away. If the latter happened, then they didn't deserve to be in the Club. Those were just the facts!
Asa winced as someone's elbow went into his side, and he pushed them in return. What goes around comes around, he thought, as multiple students fell over due to the one student who'd fallen. He stepped over them, smiled lazily, and walked away.
But the club fair wasn't exactly quiet, and he wasn't sure why he'd thought it would be. He ran a hand through his hair and let his gaze sweep over the multitudes of students, narrowing his eyes until he spotted the distinct group that were the Cryptid Club. He made his way through the crowds, listened to some of the other club leaders shouting out to join their clubs. He smiled at someone he recognised, a boy from one of his classes. And then he continued on until he approached the others. He glanced between them - Stevie (obviously), Wally, and Macie. He sighed dramatically, shoved his hands in his pockets, and stepped beside Wally with a grin on his face and a single eyebrow raised.
"'Sup," he said, rocking back on his heels. His endless restlessness would start, now. Like he was idling in a fighting game, or something. "How goes it? How were your Summers?" as if they had multiple Summers between them. Which, theoretically, they did. So he wasn't wrong. Not this time.
He began to pick at his nails, gaze flicking between the trio. There was something tense about the atmosphere, and he wondered if it was a bad time to disrupt them. Should've just skipped out on the rest of the day. But he was here now, and he couldn't exactly back out without looking like a coward - and a coward was not something he was. If he found out what the tension was for, then huzzah! But if not, then he supposed he would have to live with the 'subtle' drama of it all, until it was sorted. If it got sorted. What happened? he wanted to say, but he didn't. Because he had a little more self-control than that.
"Have you converted anyone to the Church of Cryptids yet?" he asked Stevie, in a good-natured tone.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he looked around again. People certainly seemed to be looking, but he supposed other clubs were probably more...interesting? Less specialised? He'd joined because he'd always had a fascination with cryptids, born from late nights spent on forums of horror stories. And because of Mothman. Who didn't like Mothman? Asa doted on him, and had vowed to one day find him. Nobody really knew what he'd do if he found him, but he knew. He always knew what he wanted when it came to "impossible creatures".
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2018 9:39:32 GMT -5
[ Hope that's okay, I'm super rusty. ]
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Post by king rook on Oct 31, 2018 10:52:03 GMT -5
Oh, thank God, someone safe
He laughed a little harder then necessary at Stevie's joke about having lucked out. It wasn't that funny, but Wally was a nervous laugh-er. Ever time he did it, he thought it would make him feel better, and every time, he was sorely, sorely wrong. Almost always, it made everything so much worse.
The relief he felt when Asa showed up was unparalleled, and he felt almost guilty at how happy he was to just see another guy like him, who did not want to die here today. "Hey Asa!" He thumped the smaller boy across the shoulders a little harder then he meant to, but couldn't find it in his current contrived happiness to say sorry. Quickly, he dropped his arm away again and let it hang 'casually' down by his side. "My summer was alright!" No, wrong choice of words. The little voice in his head told him immediately. If you spent all your summer with Macie, what do you mean by 'alright'? Are you saying it was JUST alright and that she bored you? Are you saying that it was alright and awesome! Then why did you end it?? Wally, you are the WORST.
"Yeah, it was alright." he reiterated, nodding and hating himself with every movement. "Got great weather, so you know- was out a lot. Uhhh... how was your summer?" Yes, excellent plan, move the conversation back towards the neutral party. Genius move. Watch out, Harvard.
He felt exhausted. If this was the mental gymnastics needed for just one conversation, how on Earth was he meant to survive weekly club meetings, or even just using groupchats? Maybe if he got really lucky, a monster really would show up, and he would get killed off and not have to worry about any of this ever again. He wouldn't even have to study for his finals if that happened. Sounded very tempting at the moment.
Behind Asa's head, he spotted a familiar face, his little sister Adele prowling about and undoubtedly looking for trouble. She caught his eye and grinned and he shot her a look, a Stay away, do not come near, I swear to GOD, kind of look, reserved only for siblings. Single children just couldn't understand. Though right now, the idea of not having any sisters didn't seem half bad.
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 1, 2018 18:07:08 GMT -5
(What's new with everyone?)
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Post by king rook on Nov 2, 2018 8:23:58 GMT -5
{ I had to read two plays for school and one, I get, but the other ones literally makes no sense and i have no idea what it's meant to ~ symbolism ~ }
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Post by . on Nov 2, 2018 8:28:46 GMT -5
(Ew. School. I just got tackled with like three big projects and two big tests. Good luck on your play)
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Post by king rook on Nov 2, 2018 8:41:40 GMT -5
{ ew, gross. What subjects are the tests on? }
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Post by . on Nov 2, 2018 8:43:49 GMT -5
(Personal finance (my worst class) and biology (my best class). Then the projects are in those two classes and public speaking. The public speaking one is taking the place of our final)
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Post by king rook on Nov 2, 2018 8:49:24 GMT -5
{ noah fence but that sounds like hell }
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Post by . on Nov 2, 2018 8:51:13 GMT -5
(Yes it sucks please help or this semester might kill me)
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Post by sempis on Nov 2, 2018 13:24:18 GMT -5
[ Hey y'all is this still open for joining? ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 2, 2018 14:01:25 GMT -5
(Yes it is!)
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Post by sempis on Nov 2, 2018 14:03:09 GMT -5
[ between the realist and the rebel, do you have a preference for which one is filled? ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 2, 2018 16:59:40 GMT -5
(Not particularly. Sorry if that's not helpful, lol.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2018 17:06:07 GMT -5
[ salut ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 2, 2018 17:27:39 GMT -5
(Yo yo, what's up?)
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