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Post by shades on Apr 23, 2019 15:53:17 GMT -5
Hey, what's the politically correct word for 'mutant'?
Directory 1.......................................................................rules 2.......................................................................premise 3.......................................................................setting 4.......................................................................characters 5.......................................................................credits β£
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Post by shades on Apr 23, 2019 22:08:43 GMT -5
Rules
gods don't scare me anymore. i. forum rules. follow all forum and proboard rules.
ii. literacy. literate/lazy lit. At least have proper spelling, grammar, and post structure; quality over quantity.
iii. post content. please keep it PG/PG-13. Skip is your friend. No godmodding, powerplaying, yadda yadda.
iv. courtesy. fighting outside of roleplay will not be tolerated.
v. characters. this may be the type of roleplay that lends itself to making "perfect" characters, but please refrain from doing so. Please try to only claim three roles right now. I will open more characters as I think of them. But for now claim up to three roles. If you have an idea for a character, I am all ears.
vi. powers. first: all the current characters in the roleplay can still go to school and work and pass off as human right now. But feel free to be able to get creative on how they hide these. Think of the characters like the x-men. Some have powers and look human/change back into a human; some are minimally mutated with small abilities; and some have powers and don't look like they did as a human. I do want to see some variety with this between characters, and some roles a character is specified to be mutated. They must start off as still able to go about daily life looking normal; but roles may open up for characters who can't go into society anymore, your character could still be mutating and end up not able to go to out easily. β£
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Post by shades on Apr 24, 2019 15:28:30 GMT -5
Premise
DEFCON 1 Five months ago the little city of Derby, Kansas (ten minutes from Wichita) had been in chaos. At the edge of town, just far enough away from society where it was overlookedβan abandoned plastics factory sat with a small blaze that roared on the south end, and enough noxious chemical gas leaking through the torn walls and cracks in the cement; the police, ambulance, and other emergency staff arrived from the surrounding areas as quick as possible, lights flashing in the black night.
People, mainly Truesdell University students and the younger adult with suspicious looks and notable Red Kings presence, were also running out; tripping over and trampling one another, screaming, crying, some were silent with shock plastered on their face, others were frantically calling for their mothers and fathers. Their fun had been forgotten.
It began as a rumour in the hallways and campus of Truesdell University located smack-dab in the middle of Derby, Kansas. The students were settled into a routine of sorts. They had their classes and electives, lunch and places to eat, and between classes they socialized with each other in ways both proper and illicit; they grew friendships and rivalries with each other; they had research to undertake and essays to write; and everyone had a cellphone that pinged the date and time of the Red Kings biggest start of the year partyβDEFCON 1.
School had been hell that day; it was the last Friday of September and the students were buzzing with excitement. Many couldnβt focus on anything beyond writing their own names, and even the professors began to understand it wasnβt one, or two; but all their students were lost in a haze.
The party was held at the old Derby Plastics Factory on a fall Friday night in the middle of September where the weather was chilling but warm enough in the confines of four desolate, abandoned walls for the students and young working adults who attended to feel the heat to get hot and bothered on the dance floor. The Red Kings didnβt care much who attended and what they did as long as the police werenβt involved. Just looking at the decaying building was utterly daunting. It was absolutely endless in size, two floors tall but spread out far. Just gazing at the large gray building roused chilling visions to the Plastics Factory shady past. Somehow, with the building half crumpled on the south side and windows blown open, it still could not of been as terrifying as it had been during the prime of its operation. Almost alive in its grandeur, it looked eager to swallow any person whole, never to surrender its prisoners.
When you entered the building, you had to shout to be heard; all around peopleβadults who come to Truesdall for variety of reasons, or never leave after growing upβwere talking, shouting, drinking, and dancing, while the sound system blared out some new hit bop tune at full volume. If you looked closely, a table for four could be magically found in the corner of the room, and drinks of all sorts of liquor and beers were situated on a series of long fold-up tables. They all were being attended to by one of the older Red Kings member with buff arms and lots of tattoos, all too eager to make the drinks strong.
Nobody knows exactly how it happened. Everyone looked up as the sound of the blasts that tried to rip through the heavy concrete walls; someone shouted, βBonfire!β. There was a visible trail of smoke leaking through holes, and as the fire intensified, and a brightly colored flame peaked through the rooftop. Slowly, it grew, first into a small hum, and then something like the roar of a tsunami crashing towards shore. It was very clear; this was not a bonfire, or even a party favor. Pieces of the factory ceiling began to crumble, and the students ran towards the nearest exits in a panic; covering their mouths as the waves of gas and smoke filtered in, in large billowing clouds that lazily choked up its victims in their rush to escape.
Someone screamed, βCall 911!β
Sirens were already wailing in the distance.
Engines revved up in the distance, pinned speedometers and engines screaming as multiple cars swarmed the scene in horror. A parent or two forced their way through the crowd, screaming their childβs name. It was a chain, one persom received wind of Truesdell University students students involved in a explosions, they text another, then another, and soon most of Derby, Kansas is behind line of police and firemen as people are filed about. Those who could walk were driven to the hospital by an adult who volunteered, some cars held many involved in the explosion as they drove away just as quickly as they came. Others were taken by the ambulence, and worst, some had to be transported to Wichita.
An investigation started. The police told the media it was a mishap with fireworks in a zone that wasnβt de-contaminated properly. The fire department backed them up.
However, it was on-going; because nobody was quite sure if their intentions was a party favor, or an actual explosion. And all fingers pointed to the Red Kings and Malcolm Dexter.
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Post by shades on Apr 24, 2019 22:03:31 GMT -5
Derby, Kansas
Nobody moves to Derby, Kansas for the virtues of Derby, Kansas. If you had, you probably wouldβve been gone within a year, because there werenβt a lot of them. Although there wasnβt a lot of Derby, geographically speaking. Maybe it was proportional.
The little city itself was see-throughβstand by the city limit, look down Main Street at the other end. The buildings around the city were tall, faded, and made of bricks and little glass. They provided shade when it was hot, and nooks and crannies for the teenagers and young adults to get into trouble. It was a city, after allβ however it was clustered in so much square miles of actual city, it was hard to navigate beyond Main Street. Everyone knew everyone else, at least coincidentally and through rumors. When there was only a few main brand stores, restaurants, and many locally owned shops, and one school for the city kids, apparently you got a little cozy. The most notable attraction to Derby, Kansas was the college on the edge of the cityβTruesdell Universityβthat brought local and non-local students to the center of the city.
Say what you want about Derbyβs scant size, eclectic infrastructure, and diminutive yet disturbingly intense gang climate. There was a lot to see of Derby, Kansas within the shadows of the sun. Truesdell University Truesdell University is like a prison; itβs layout is many buildings that have to be meticulousy upkept to pass inspection and look almost archaic with their interiors. The student body tries to liven up the hallways and classrooms despite its cell-block-like nature. For example, the gym and physical education building: inside the first thing you notice when walking up the stairs is how bare the walls are, a plain baby powder blue and bare. The lockers to deposit items were gray and squeaked, echoing in the empty hallways from the renovated former middle school. The fresh fish and sophomores spent a majority of their day on the first floor, where the gym and pool and sparse classrooms were also located. The juniors and seniors spent their imprisonment upstairs, with the higher-tech machines and certain medical equipment for PT majors. The track just outside is run-down and on a slight slant; one courtyard is next to it and accessible for students to eat meals and take breaks. The other courtyard has been made into a garden, with little artistic touches all around.
Of course, thatβs just what the website wants the school to be like: the most advancing school in the area, and best education they can offer.
Tough shit. Truesdell University is incarceration before (pardon the pun) true adulthood.
First, donβt go into the largest building in the center of campus if you value your morality and possibly life; it is like a modified dungeon with a chill in the air from the leaks in the window panes and the cement walls. Blue was a common theme, but the lights never work so it always looks dark. This building held the most majors: the ones that do not need the fancy equipment. You have your English, History, Anthropology, Sociology, Criminal Justice and General Education classrooms here. This is also where the βtough guys and gals hangβ; aka the gangstas and your local everyday thug looking outcast. Donβt get it wrong, some of them are nice; but youβll most likely find yourself sitting next to a drug deal or them talking about the Red Kings and shit.
Watch out for that one hallway in the STEM building; the one next to the Chemisty Lab. The cameraβs are faulty. They say all the time βwell the angle was off so we couldnβt seeβblah blah blah haβ, the camera is dead and Truesdell staff donβt care. So watch your back there.
Then definitely; do not piss off Professor Kerrwood. First of all, that man has been teaching here for centuries. Donβt let his looks fool you. His class is dull and puts any right-minded student to sleep, and the moment you nod your head youβre slapped with a snarky comment about your value to education. Unfortunately, Professor Kerrwood teaches a lot of Gen Eds.
If youβre willing to tolerate this madness. We got jocks, culties, and those outcasts; civil and beat-the-shit-out-of-each-other rivalries. Come on in. Truesdell University is always looking for fresh meat for the slaughter.
Local Hang Outs There are many places for your average adult to hang out in Derby, Kansas. Derby, like many other cities, hosts many indoor restaurants, cafes, and local places. Anyone could be found anywhere; however, many Truesdell University have places where they end up habitually to the point of routine (due to student discounts or general social herding habits, up to you). And these are notable for mention.
McDonalds was, first and foremost, a pick up and take out joint. That being said, at some point between the mid-seventies and present day, some enterprising, charismatic individual had convinced the proprietor to add a pair of rickety tables and some loosely grouped matching lawn chairs to the limited space inside and outside. Most teenagers preferred the exterior, honestlyβthe air was thick and rich with the smell of cooking meat and fries, with a weird undercurrent you could only describe as Derby restaurant smell. Maybe it was unresolved romantic tension, or something.
The local adults-former-teenagers prefer to spend their times on the lawn and parking lot of McDonaldβs; it was located in a nook of the city, right near the school on the opposite side of Main Street, and provided excellent shade with the few trees growing freely in the city limit, and too much parking space for a lot that was mostly empty. It was one of the safe zones in most of the Derby teenagers life, a place where things were largely unchanging, where they could return have their expectations met. Students from groups meet up there at different times, only dispersing when a police car drove by looking for suspicious activity to fill their quota.
The park was another local hang out of familiarity; the playground structure was old and rickety, and no parent should let their child grab ahold of the rust of the monkey bars. Most kids wound up at Sanders Sides park at some point in their life. During the day itβs open to play, at night youβll often see the burning lights of a cigarette or joint; and hear the hushed whispers of Derby gossip from the older residents, sitting in precarious areas of the playground structure far above the ground. Forgotten ashes and buds falling into the dirt below.
And finally, The Sloppy Duck was the bar to be. If you like standing outside a crowded bar, smoking, talking, and then flicking your ashes away before crushing the butt beneath your toe before returning to the chaotic writhing sweaty mess inside: be my guest. However, The Sloppy Duck is the most bustling bar nearest the edge of town. Then there is the Crown && Crow settled near the middle of the city with the entrance starting in the shaded slley a few blocks off Main Street. It is said that Malcolm Dexter and his crew frequent that bar; it had low yellow lights and limited space in the front. A sports game would play on the television, but nobody went to Crown && Crow for the games. The bartender, Jibreel (or Jib for short) was a leary-eyed man with a fading sleeve and notable knuckle tattoos that spell Game Over when put together. He never threw any patrons out, however, he always had a wave of secrecy when directing certain patrons to the back of his bar. The Red Kings Malcolm Dexter owns a city that he painted red; the Red Kings are a gang of rather dangerous residents of Derby, Kansas who predominantly reside on the east side of Derby. There are Red Kings that are dangerous criminals, however, there are just petty thieves and drug dealers among them who simply stir up public trouble in the Red Kings name, and recruit teenagers to learn their ways; their jackets flash a deep blood redβand some members yield a red spade tattooed into their wrist as a right of seniority.
Everyone knows of the Red Kings in Derby, Kansas. If not for the sketchy atmosphere, the graffiti displays their name from under bridges and in the depths of back lot alleyβs up and down the city. Anyone with the right morals and sensibility would know to stay away from them; they were shielded and possessive of their turf, very rarely took well to just anyone trying to join (you had to be friend of a friend of a friend, at least), and there was always a scheme behind their events.
It didnβt mean no one showed up to their events; in fact, most of Truesdell High School shows up if the gossip is thriving; and many Red Kings members are young enough to spread the news in the most logical fashion: text messages. Teenagers of Derby are impressionable, their boring city livens up when one thing happens: a fight, murder, prom, new hang out places, and Red King parties. Itβs the talk of the crowdβand they sure do know how to bring a crowd in. Red King events mostly seclude themselves outside of Derby, Kansas; just off the interstate in abandoned stores, gas stations, and factories that have longed shut down when Derby went from the empire of factories to nothingβnow all the jobs lay in Wichita, Kansas just 20 minutes away.
The gang members themselves mostly inhabit the condemned parking garage just off of main street next to the general hospital. A new parking garage had been built, but because of the layout of Derby, it was impossible to tear down the old one. Meetings and news spreads through the ranks of members as they pass each other in the garage or in the privacy of their own home; many members live in dilapidated, out-of-date Derby, Kansas apartment buildings near the east side outskirts of the city.
Malcolm Dexter, the most truly mad man of the Red Kings lives in his own with the privacy of only a few of his high ranking members knowing his location. Dexter barely submerges from the shadows to lead the Red Kings; the last time he appeared at an event had been the DEFCON 1 beginning of the school year party thrown at the old Derby Plastics Factory a mile out of the city.
Biohazard Babies Thatβs what they called them after DEFCON 1, and the subsequent βincidentβ that happened that night, shaking Derby, Kansas to its very core. The parents were outraged, the hospital was flooded with teenagers, young adults, and even those older and with a rather shakey reputation had filed through the doors of Derby General due to exposure to toxic waste and biohazardous air. Parents sobbed, some seethed and went after anyone who looked mildly gang orientated, the hospital was in chaos. It stayed that way for a long while, and anyone who wasnβt injured beyond a cut on their knee now protected by a Batman band-aid were cleared to go home.
The city of Derby was on national headlines. Local news gave reports and how-tos for exposure and possible volatile signs to radiation. Children, the parents said in despair at a local PTA and city council forums, just children were exposed because of the Red Kings and Malcolm Dexter.
Malcolm Dexter continues to have a wanted poster in the police station office. Rumor has it, heβs also on the FBI most wanted.
After DEFCON 1, clinics and doctors offices surged with exams and vaccinations. Anything to keep their kids safe, they said. A few oddball cases popped up here and there; blindness due to the gas, sore throats, flus, chicken pox and measles; everything was blamed on the Derby Plastics Factory explosion, but eventually the city quieted down; thinking their children were okay for the most part. They could go back to normal.
Oh how very wrong our parents are.
Some of us, Biohazard Babies; we arenβt sure what is happening to us. We became likened to the comics you see in the bookstore: with over-priced tags and a dying reader-base, something people rarely want anymore. Some of friends go to each other in confidence, showing us the flames that lick their finger-tips harmlessly. Or a patch of skin that turned into scales. Weβve became unusual, mutants that hide away in the shadows while our families think βsafe for nowβ. Not all of us had this happen, not everyone at DEFCON 1 became freaks; many of the students of Truesdell remain unaffected with bright smiles and openness to who they are. Or at least, they seem that way.
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Post by shades on Apr 27, 2019 21:25:08 GMT -5
The Gang
Ey yo. Itβs the crew. Living Large
the money maker β‘ mutated β‘ abilities
Am I singing βmoney money moneyβ in the street like I just got paid? Yes. Am I ashamed? Absolutely not.
The passion of acquiring riches in order to support a vain expense corrupts the purest souls; once a person so down to earth, now I'm a monster in a human skin. I acquire anything and everything by abusing their newfound abilities.
Out Of The Box the former gangsta
mutated β‘ abilities β‘
I needed a gangsta to love me better than all the others do.
I was a badass. They say, once a Red King always a Red King; to die or die with them. Itβs a breath of fresh air to not be able to go back, to stop gathering charges. I got secrets, that nobody knows. Foot Soldier
the current gangsta β‘ mutated β‘ abilities
Black and blue from the abuse; initiation has already happened.
Starting at the lowest ranks; trying to sell the idea of the Red Kings like a salesman in the car lot. Recruitment is my key, I must find Biohazard Babies in Truesdell University and bring them to the Red Kings.
West Side the east side's rival mutated β‘
abilities β‘
Ice and Fire; Earth and Sky; rivals since the beginning of time; one lives on the west side and the other the east.
Rivalries and enemies exist very much on an emotional field. Watch out for mind games and manipulation. Enemies feel threatened by your emotional security, nurturing, kindness, and depth. East Side
the west side's rival
β‘ mutated β‘ abilities
Ice and Fire; Earth and Sky; rivals since the beginning of time; one lives on the west side and the other the east.
It always seems to be past lovers and friends who turn into enemies. Triggers involve good feelings turning sour, taking advantage of you, or jadedness.
Yardbird the classmate mutated β‘ abilities β‘
Letβs compare school to a prison: you sit there all day, stare at concrete walls, and are dictated by people who abuse their power. Change my mind.
Just a classmate caught in the crossfire. Not sure what to do, how to identify; oh shit did that just happen. The most conflicted and trying to find their place in the world; occupation: college student. Five-O
the vigilante [ CLAIMED ] β‘ mutated β‘ abilities
With great power comes great responsibility; my parents would say that, even though I learned it was a quote from Spider-Man. Being a cop runs in the family, I want justice for what happened.
Itβs hard to understand my motivations, why I tackle the law in the way I do and it may be hard to disagree with the actions I take. Itβs easy to ridicule the idea of someone dressing up in a costume and going out to beat up criminals at night. But I do, because itβs what I believe is right. Main Man the vigilante's best friend [ CLAIMED ] mutated β‘ abilities β‘
Iβm not a sidekick. Iβm not even sure if I can even perform a sidekick. Iβm just the best friend that tells them not to make stupid decisions, and says I told you so when they get hurt.
Weβve known each other since grade school; every superhero needs a sidekick they say. But how about a friend? Sweet Bad the smartest kid in school β‘ mutated β‘ abilities
Groups of clever and intelligent people are capable of really stupid ideas; thatβs why Iβm generally alone.
Humans are Weird. Exceptional humans, however, make the regular humans seem almost tame in comparison. Iβm smart about a wide variety of things, which may result in trivial and miscellaneous knowledge. I bare my intelligence for all to see; itβs something even strangers may notice. Kick Back go-with-the-flow mutated β‘
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Legends wonβt let us down. Legends is on our side. Without pain, how can one know joy?
Breath. Lay down. Relax. Pushing yourself too hard. I deserve a break from this bull called life; first school, an explosion, and now my body is doing...what? Dawg everyone's friend β‘ mutated β‘ abilities
Iβm the type of friend thatβ¦.
Iβm a stereotype. The everyman. The person all my classmates can get along with. Default setting. And here I am. Because I care. Honestly. Openly. And I will be your friend. Pretend itβs normal. Mugshot the most mutated mutated β abilities β‘
Ugly but honest.
I feel so weird in my own skin nowadays. I guess itβs the side-effect; but why do others have that I have? Do others hide their tails, fins, scales, horns, and gills? Am I alone?
Kill That Noise the least chatty β‘ mutated β‘ abilities
Hello friend! How was your day today? What did you do today? My day was pretty good. A bit tired though, donβt mind me I like a little background noise. (:
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Rudeboy the badboy mutated β‘
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Blunt passing. Music blasting; driving fast. Listening to rock music, chain-smoking one slightly crumpled Marlboro after the other, drinking Mountain Dew. Iβm toxic, just one sip; poison, just one touch. And deadly.
Iβm the type of person your parents whisper about between the church pews; Iβm going to hell, they say. The type of person that is dubbed the outcast, side-eyed by authoritative figures all damn day because of the ripped jeans and black and white clothing. But do they really know who I am?
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Post by shades on Apr 28, 2019 13:01:36 GMT -5
credits
First, I'd like to thank πππππππ for making the lovely banner up at the top.
Everything else was made by me; however, I took heavy inspiration on the television show Static Shock, prepped for watching Endgame while working on this, and watched a tireless amount of Transformers: Prime too. So thank you for those shows for keeping me going, along with anyone who liked or pm'd me about the roleplay!
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Post by Protractor on Apr 28, 2019 13:11:36 GMT -5
(This looks promising
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Apr 28, 2019 15:24:26 GMT -5
[ wooooo! i'm probably gonna join this even though this is gonna be a super busy week for me, it's been so long since i've rped! ]
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Post by shades on Apr 28, 2019 15:45:27 GMT -5
honey, you were required to join anyways. Let me know which character you're taking!
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Apr 28, 2019 15:51:11 GMT -5
[ i think i'm gonna claim kick back ]
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Post by koi on Apr 28, 2019 16:28:59 GMT -5
hi laid eez! how we doing? i think im gonna claim the rudeboy and hashtag challenge myself to make a meanbad oc :)
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Post by shades on Apr 28, 2019 17:06:21 GMT -5
OH HELLO KOI. Yes. please.
Ya'll have returned and this is great.
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Apr 28, 2019 17:11:15 GMT -5
[ i'm using beau because he's my boi <3 ]
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Post by koi on Apr 28, 2019 17:17:18 GMT -5
HELLO HELLO SHADES! my fav part abt this new oc is his name. you'll die :)
YES BEAU! love my boi <3
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Post by πππππππ on Apr 28, 2019 17:18:02 GMT -5
Yess weβre getting this road! So excited to see everyoneβs characters!
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Apr 28, 2019 17:22:27 GMT -5
[ i've got to finish some school stuff and then i'll get started on beau
the only thing that could make this better is if briar came back!! ]
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Post by πππππππ on Apr 28, 2019 17:28:32 GMT -5
Itβs only morning where I am, got a whole day of university ahead of me! But Iβll work on Twila in the spare time that I get, and hopefully Iβll get her finished in the evening today, or tomorrow if stuff gets really hectic.
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Post by shades on Apr 28, 2019 17:30:13 GMT -5
I'll work on Sammy a bit. I have most of his starter done; but I wanted to wait and see what sort of relationships we can pre-develop before I eenie meenie mione moe a character
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Post by Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» on Apr 28, 2019 18:11:12 GMT -5
hi hello i saw mention of character relationships and i am Here For It(TM)
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Post by shades on Apr 28, 2019 18:17:32 GMT -5
well there are a couple of pre-established stuff. other than those solid ones, everyone else was left ambiguous so as to be developed. my character, personally, is a friendly boi who was once the most chattiest person around derby. now he's silent as all effing hell; so he's friends with a lot of people and is known by people
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Post by Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» on Apr 28, 2019 18:24:18 GMT -5
hm - maybe he could be relatively good friends w my girl? she's kinda nerdy but not like media portrays nerdy girls - so she's p good w people around school, but gets into fights too easily to really have a lot of friends. if they had class together and someone was being rude about him being mute now tho she'd def jump in and tell them to shut up
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Apr 28, 2019 18:29:43 GMT -5
[ beau has no friends. he's mean, spiteful, and holds grudges. his defining characteristic is that he's very calm even in the most chaotic situations. ]
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Post by koi on Apr 28, 2019 18:31:24 GMT -5
foxglove is friends with everyone
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Post by Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» on Apr 28, 2019 18:31:49 GMT -5
oooooo ely would def not like him very much - but then again, she's spiteful and holds grudges too, just isn't mean per se
ely would make fox and the hound references about foxglove all the time tbh
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Apr 28, 2019 18:37:55 GMT -5
[ i guarantee beau has verbally assaulted foxglove on the basis that he thinks his name is stupid and deserves to be tormented for it ]
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Post by koi on Apr 28, 2019 18:41:05 GMT -5
foxglove and beau have gotten in fights. beau broke his nose and foxglove definitely left a scar from literally biting him
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Post by shades on Apr 28, 2019 18:42:05 GMT -5
i can assure you that sammy has knocked over everyone at school at least three times.
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Apr 28, 2019 18:47:22 GMT -5
poor sammy. he's having a rough go of it.
somebody sees a big bite mark on beau's shoulder. they ask what kind of animal bit him. he responds "a foxglove."
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Post by Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» on Apr 28, 2019 18:48:27 GMT -5
ely is kinda small and just... fits into the little gaps between people so she's also quick
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