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Post by ¢¾¢¾The_Blue_Blur¢¾¢¾ on Oct 19, 2009 19:41:37 GMT -5
(I'am going to wait for William to reply, I feel it is...polite. *halfsmile*)
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Post by william on Oct 19, 2009 20:49:33 GMT -5
(sorry for the wait)
"I am William, I am somewhat of an expert of character making, fighting rps, and plots. Im not the best, but im good enough to please most rpers." I say looking at Nina with a smile, then go back to thinking about various things while vaguely listening.
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Post by ¢¾¢¾The_Blue_Blur¢¾¢¾ on Oct 20, 2009 5:32:11 GMT -5
(Oh it's no problem.) I struggled to ignore Nina in class but...wait...why is this so...difficult?, I thought to myself.
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Post by ikima on Oct 20, 2009 12:17:13 GMT -5
''Thank you, William. So just to get it all to you, we'll be working on the character creation this year after we learn the base of the roleplay. Now who would like to start talking about himself? Any volunteers?'' I ask the class, waiting for one to raise his hand. I had my list of students so I could randomly pick someone if no one was going to start.
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Post by Tom641 on Oct 20, 2009 13:21:56 GMT -5
I just lightly tap mt pencil waiting for a volinteer. Looking around the room.
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Post by ¢¾¢¾The_Blue_Blur¢¾¢¾ on Oct 20, 2009 14:09:49 GMT -5
I turned to Tom. "Tom! You can't wait! Just pick yourself!" I whispered in a harsh voice. Then my attention snapped back to the teacher.
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Post by Meredy_Chao on Oct 20, 2009 15:22:00 GMT -5
I suddenly walked in. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry I'm so late. I forgot I had school today," She admitted.
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Post by Nina the Collector on Oct 20, 2009 15:37:40 GMT -5
Nina the collector takes one arm off her doll to put into the air, offering her help to the teacher.
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Post by Meredy_Chao on Oct 20, 2009 15:38:15 GMT -5
I smiled at Nina.
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Post by ¢¾¢¾The_Blue_Blur¢¾¢¾ on Oct 20, 2009 15:58:55 GMT -5
I struggled to smile, but...I only halfsmiled at Nina. I did a thumbs up.
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Post by Tom641 on Oct 20, 2009 16:54:40 GMT -5
I give her a thumbs up and smile as i try to get soot outta my ear.
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Post by ¢¾¢¾The_Blue_Blur¢¾¢¾ on Oct 20, 2009 18:00:17 GMT -5
I gave Tom a disgusted look. (Oh by the way his name is Hysensa.)
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Post by emojar on Oct 20, 2009 19:33:20 GMT -5
I sighed, looking at the strange people in the classroom. 'Why am I taking this class?' I think to myself and run a hand through my long purple hair. 'Its not like I roleplay all the time. I Only enjoy starting them and watching where they go.' (just call me Kitten guys) I let my gaze go from the two mismatched teachers, the one, Mrs. Cuddle-Crush seemed to take it all seriously but the other... I wan't sure about his name yet considering I had been too busy brushing the large about of dust off of myself... well HE seemed to be almost as much of a joke as the guy who had blasted his way through the ceiling. My face contorted as I turned my head to look at him, Tom, I think he said his name was. He was now on my hate list. Soot is hard to get out of white, even if it is washed. The girl, Nina, who seemed to be the same type as any cheerleader, and the small nervous girl near the front who seemed to be trying WAY to hard. She was probably my best choice if I wanted to have friends in this class. There was quite a bit I wanted to say to these people, but instead, I reached down into my bookbag and pulled out a notebook with some paper and a pencil and started doodling. (PS, I am not making any assumptions of what the character is doing or thinking, just making assumptions about their personalities. No offence to some people, just what I/my character is thinking about the rest of you all.)
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Post by Nina the Collector on Oct 20, 2009 19:44:26 GMT -5
(... That was.... a vary good post.... but i just... need to defend my character... She would be more of the shy person... Not any kind of cheerleader)
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Post by ¢¾¢¾The_Blue_Blur¢¾¢¾ on Oct 20, 2009 19:55:02 GMT -5
(My character is kind of evil) He stared at all the people in the classroom strangely. Suddenly...in his mind....it was pitch black. He was having flash backs of bad times of his...foster parents spanking him for no reason, scolding him.
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