Rival High School Roleplay

Opt Out · Divine Joined: 03 Mar 2008 Posts: 110

[YO-U Stuck! :I'm tipsy btw, like I wouldn't say it anyway. Okay-okay, If I tell you, you at least have to be decent enough to look it up. I'm generally an INTP.]

Ricky nodded to the sporty looking kid. The girl did as well. She was quickly growing impatient. There were camp activities and the like to get ready for. She thought they'd probably already missed the introduction, but whatever. She didn't want to have wasted her time coming over here. The girl gave the sporty boy a blunt "Hey."

Ricky smiled at him and said, "Doing alright, yourself?" He'd been trying to keep the girl preoccupied.

Inside, Mylo felt at a loss, since this boy was so quiet. He felt like he was sweating bullets. He would definitely be glad to get his hair cut. "Er I'm kind of from all over. I guess I lived in South Dakota for a while and in Nevada." He told. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Am I ... bothering you, Mel, am I interrupting your unpacking?" He asked, backing up a little.

("Other" as in compared to himself. I probably shouldn't have used that though.)

Ain't done yet? What kind of crazy guy was Tak dealing with? If someone had to go, they had to go right? Tak waited for them to start talking or something... maybe leave, for the camp... oh whatever it was. Wasn't there some kind of welcome session. Tak looked around for a window, but didn't see any useful escape route. Maybe he could stoop so low as to claim indigestion.

He could hardly eat when he was nervous honestly. Come on, hurry up and leave, or talk or something! Tak thought. In some respects this wasn't entirely different from being at home. When he got frustrated or felt cornered in social places he'd head for the bathroom and hide out until his father came to get him.

To distract himself from his current reality, which was playing out far more dramatic in his mind than in reality, he began to think through his days at home. So at the moment, in his mind, he was trapped in a bathroom, desperately trying to escape a bully from hell and he didn't really get what was with that other kid. To Terrence any social interaction was draining him to death and to some extent a threat... He began to pull out a long row of toilet paper and fold it up all carefully, one square on one square. He wasn't really conscious of his doing it.

In the morning, at home, Terrence would hit off his alarm clock and fall back to sleep for half an hour. Then he would be forced to wake up with one of his parents invading his room. They would decide whether or not Terrence was good to go to school or not that day. Usually he was fine, so then he'd lazily get up, change his clothes, put on deodorant, brush his teeth and hair... He'd take a juice as breakfast and go to school. In school he was quiet and stayed to himself as much as humanly possible. No one ever seemed to notice him and occasionally he looked up to make sure no one was watching him. During lunch he would find somewhere to hide outside or maybe in the library. He did his best to avoid Cheir on any given day...

After a long day at school he would return home to water the plants he had on his windowsill and then shower, have something to eat, read a book and perhaps talk to one of his stuffed animals- of which he had many... They weren't plushy-pink like stuffed animals. He liked collecting the wildlife type of stuffed animals. He had many different birds, bears, an alligator, dogs/wolves, cats/bigcats, fish, a black widow, an ant, a dolphin, a snake, a lizard, a moose, a dragon and a frog. The stuffed animal industry undoubtedly made every type of animal, even insects, in a cuddly soft form. Now that he thought of it he had a squirrel in his backpack... Usually his favorite to play with or talk to was the frog.

He would talk to the frog as if it had a transmitter in it and a government agent was listening. He would talk about what was on the news and his political opinions on everything. Terrence took a lot of notes, but wasn't the type to keep a journal. He didn't really feel it was safe, so the frog got most his socializing. A lot of Terrence's time was then spent on reading and watching movies in his room. He would go on walks and the like by himself sometimes.

His blue dragon was usually his movie and reading buddy. He usually tried to do some home work, before one of his parents or a doctor came to talk to him, a shrink-doctor. Most of the time they didn't mind making house calls, especially with the one near by, but that wasn't always... After dinner and homework he liked playing games on his computer, particularly chess.

Weekends were a little different, but he tried to think, on a normal day what he'd be doing right about now if he weren't sitting on a toilet at a camp his parents forced him to go to.

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(Neee, remind me to do it when I have time then. *is in a hurry and wanted to update her Rps*)

Randy grinned to them. "absolutely fine. I'm 'cited 'bout all of this goin' on. You my bunkmates?" he inquied. He obviously hadn't gotten wind that it was single-gender cabins. Unknowingly, he was probably assisting Ricky in keeping the girl out of the cabin.

Melbourne blinked at Mylo, then frowned. So apparently he wasn't the only social inept kid here.

"Uhm... no..." he ventured as he straightened himself. He really wanted to know more about South Dakota and Nevada, but this guy seemed to be too nervous to even ask. He was backing away too. What, did he smell funny? "If you don't wanna talk to me, don't force yourself..."

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(Ooooh, I see.)

Outside of the memory-infested bathroom, Brutis was just putting his stuff away, making a comment or two to Valmir. But Valmir was incredibly inept at any kind of normal conversation.

The other kid was more fun, at least he got a rise out of him as Brutis stared at Valmir.

"Are you retarded or something?" he asked bluntly.

Valmir stared down at the bed, not too sure on how to reply to that. What was retarded? He and Asavare was (were?) from a country very much unlike this place. It was a fantasy-type world and words like 'retarded' had never been used before. So he opted for silence as he gave a small shrug.

Brutis sighed in agitation as he looked at the bathroom, "hey kid, you done yet?!"

Opt Out · Divine Joined: 03 Mar 2008 Posts: 110

[>_<]

The girl, bouncing the clippers in her hand now, glared at the clueless newcomer. "Hi, My name's Pam." She snickered, as if to point out that she was a girl and he was oblivious. Ricky was afraid she was about to burst a bubble.

Ricky turned his attention to Randy (Funny that's my dad's name). "I might be a bunk mate if a fifth wheel doesn't show up." Ricky said with a smile. "So, do you know what the activities are yet?" He wondered, "I've heard we can't actually go on the lake. That kind of sucks." Ricky added. He backed up and opened the door slightly to see how Mylo was fairing. Poor Mylo, he didn't know how to deal with people. Ricky shook his head and turned back to the other two. "So tell me, man, do you do any fishing?"

Mylo didn't hear or see the door open, despite how nervous he was. He had a couple of sisters who could be whack jobs and he was somewhat seeing some of his sisters in this kid. One sister was quiet and sensitive, one was loud and sensitive, neither were straight forward or anything. Geez all Mylo really wanted was to hang loose and play his guitar.

"Uh right..." Mylo replied to the, 'not forcing himself'. He blushed, was it that obvious? He shrugged, well he didn't want to embarrass himself anymore. He went ahead and left, surprised to see another guy on the porch. The girl was there with clippers, which made Mylo smile. "Sorry for making you wait." He said to her.

She rolled her eyes.

Terrence was thinking he had a rather pathetic life and wondered what he ended up doing with his time. He realized he did like to put together little models of planes and gundams, but he had them hanging on his ceiling and standing on his shelves. He didn't like to play with them, because he worried about breaking them. He also had legos and normal stuff like that he just didn't think much about.

He was "awakened" from his reminiscing when the brute called. "Uh-y-yeah, hang on, I'm feeling a little sick." He said and stood up. He took his hands out of his pockets, dropped a tampon. He blushed furious seeing the little packages item on the floor before him. No big deal. He told himself and picked it up. "I'm almost done." He called.

If he dropped any in public he had a list of excuses. Maybe he just ought to get it over with. Maybe it would make him so weird the others would be afraid of him.

Naturally a guy who steals a tampon is a pervert and a brave one at that. Curious, maybe... Obsessive? Vicious?

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(XD Alright! Finally got the time. ... Oh wow. I'm kind of like that in the sense of value of knowledge over feelings 'n at, but I consider feelings as part of the problem solving... This totally pins my guy though. Completely. *laughs*

...

PAM? *cracks up* And I'm sorry, but this has been buggin' me for quite a bit. When you post, mind not moving so fast? Your characters talk and interact so quickly that mine don't even have a chance to respond at all. I know it might make things slower, but at least we'll get more character interaction.

For instance, Melbourne was all ready to say something to Mylo, but he's already out the door. And Randy's asking Ricky something, but now suddenly Mylo's there. Y'know what I mean?)

Randy glanced over at Pam and flashed her a mocking smile before turning his attention to Ricky. He watched how the guy talked and moved, noticing what he was doing.

So rather than acknowledging Ricky's questions, Randy, the brown-noser that he is, peered over Ricky's shoulder to the closed door. Ah, should be noted that there's a screen door and a main door.

"What, got a friend neckin' in with someone already there?" he asked, but Mylo was already out. Ricky grinned widely to him and not waitintg for a response or anything, stepped up to move past him. He opened the door and peered in, blinking. "Patterson!?"

Melbourne, who had simply watched Mylo walk out and now feeling even more stupid and inept that he already was, stared at the teenager in the doorway and felt his heart clench tightly. Aw shit, someone he knew.

"R-Randy..." he said.

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(O_o; Tampon?)

Brutis chorted a laugh or two, "don't have to sound so rushed! Just askin'..." Man, what freakin' weird bunkmates he had. Brutis stretched, looking out the window as he toyed with one of his lip piercings. He was looking forward to archery again this year.

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[I think you're an INFP personally, but anyway... The thinking vs feeling aspect is based on how you make decisions. Thinking decisions would mean you view things objectively, even if it hurts people, with Feeling types they make decisions that will probably best benefit people even if they slow progress or seem irrational. I tend to encounter a lot of INFPs. The overall personality starts to have a feel to it... Since N and F are dominant functions they effect the other functions. For INTP N and T are the two functions, while I(introverted) and P (perceiving) are "attitude". My dominant is thinking, but since it's paired with intuition it's not necessarily linear, logical thinking. It's more like abstract thinking. Perhaps I should provide a links of what I think are good INTP descriptions for me personally, http://www.careerfulfillment.com/profiles/8_intp_profile.htm
The social aspects don't bother me to an extreme, I've learned to cope for the most part. Some profiles are far too... optimistic. Like other INTPs I can bore quickly (be kind of jumpy in topics), don't always understand social contexts and customs, and can seem apathetic. I also like to converse, even debate (assuming the debate moves and doesn't fall on deaf ears). INTPs can be very ... over done in the abstract, conceptual thinking area and can really over do it when writing out their thoughts. I've noticed this on INTP forums...

I didn't know what name to go with for the girl. I thought maybe Bam, but that doesn't seem like a name. Well, whatever pointless side-character name fall out of the sky I guess.

Yes, I can slow it down. You don't have to believe what I say about this, but uh, being a T type it's somewhat hard for me to gauge what your characters want. I mean your posts leave hints, but they're mixed. I suppose I'm a little more impatient than I would normally be. I'm EXTREMELY frustrated with my mother... I tried to discuss the MBTI with her, but she downright refuses to hear me out. She is a feeler type if I've ever been frustrated by one, but she claims she's logical and says "I just don't want to be stuck in a box." No matter how I explain this to her she blocks it out and even says to me she doesn't listen! She told me straight up, "I don't listen". I'm about ready to kill her... If I can get out of my frantic-anger mode I, think I'll try fasting instead. (Sorry I know you didn't need to know my personal problems) Moving on...

I will try to slow it down. And if it seems like I'm getting too fast or anything, just say.]

Ricky hadn't paid attention to Mylo coming out. It seemed only natural that eventually Mylo would bail out. He was confused by Randy's offtopic question. "Oh uh...." He began, unable to completely correlate his thoughts. Randy then went to the door and talked in, apparently knowing the shy boy inside.

Pam showed the scissors to Mylo, as if to say 'I've been waiting'. Mylo made a note of her then, his attention turned to the new guy, talking to Melboune. Pam didn't seem to care at all what was going on, but Ricky and Mylo took a bit of interest in the fact that these two knew each other?

[Hopefully that was better. I tried to make it only a response posts as opposed to having movement. ^_^;;

Tampon- Yeah. Is it...senseless?]

Terrence positively hated this guy now. Who asked about the bathroom if they didn't have to go? Anyone who goes around saying "You about done?" Must want you to hurry out for SOME reason. Irritated Tak took a seat on the toilet lid again. Fine, then he wasn't done yet! Geez why couldn't this kid just leave him alone? He realized the other kid was apparently more socially retarded than Tak was, but he assumed those two out there had to have more in common than he did with them.

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(*cracks up* OMG!! NONONO. I defintely care about people and I love working in retail 'n at for customer service, but I like the world the way it is. I don't want to make it a better place and I DEFINTELY don't rely on my feelings for people. I'm constantly wrong. XD *is laughing a lot right now, sorry* A lot of that is true but only in certain senses. I think the world needs conflict, so I welcome it, I don't avoid it. Without conflict, war, hate, love, and all those other opposites, nothing will change. Extremism is what's killing us.

And with Rp, think of it like real life or whatnot. Your characters don't exist to PLEASE mine or anything. They're just there to co-exist and interact. And my characters are purposefully hard because they're human, like regular people. They won't know how to express themselves correctly, they're gonna screw up important, meaningful moments, and often times won't say the right thing.

Think of it like this; if there's a possible chance for my character to interact with your character, stop the post. That's how I had learned it... many years ago. >.>; And that's a shame about your mom, she should listen to you (long as you aren't preaching), 'cause, well, she's yer mum.)

Randy smirked as he stood up fully, entering into the cabin. He seemed to have disregarded the other two.

"Well, well! Patterson, didn't expect t'see ya in this dump," he laughed, taking the only other free bed. Melbourne looked away, obviously looking uncomfortable.

"Yeah, well..." he trailed off, rubbing at his right wrist.

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(XD Nono, I'm just curious to see a young boy have a tampon. I can't wait to see the reason. Tak and Mel seem to share their stubbornness, no?)

Brutis eventually got bored. There'd be more interesting kids out there anyway. He left the cabin after taking his MP3 player. Valmir remained where he was, meticulously putting everything away.

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[<_< Hmm... Do you know your MBTI type? If not, that link I posted has a "test" (http://www.careerfulfillment.com/questionnaire/questionnaire.htm) and short descriptions of each. I'm curious, now, as it were.]

Ricky stayed at the door, trying to keep his curiosity from being obvious. Meanwhile Pam had lost all her patience and Mylo complied with her wishes quickly. He sat down on the porch and let her cut his hair. "I'll make it look good." She kept saying.

"Whatever is fine." He assured. Hair grew back...

[It's not obvious at all? Hmm...
Valmir seems like some sort of IXXJ type]

Terrence couldn't hear any talking or much of anything. He had heard someone leave and wondered if both of them had vacated the cabin. He opened the door and peeked out. It looked like the noisy kid was gone, but the socially retarded one was still here. He was quiet...

Tak ventured from the restroom, closing the door quietly behind him. He sat down on his bed and began to dig through his bag, though he had no desire to unpack or even organize anything at the moment. He was getting hungry.... He zipped up his bag and picked up his backpack. He looked through it for his CD player. It wasn't that he was really poor, he just hadn't gotten around to getting an MP3 yet. He wanted one, at least knew he should want one.

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(O_o; I have to pay for that test on that site that you gave me. Thanks but no thanks. I like how I is without the tests telling me who I should be.

I mean, thanks for the interest 'n at, but really. You seem rather... obsessed with this MBTI thing. I mean, you're guessing on a character what he is. XD)

"Hm, so is Sadie here?" he questioned Melbourne. Mel shook his head.

"No, she don't like camps too much."

Randy grinned at this, opening up his bag. He didn't start putting his items away, however, as he watched Melbourne. "So it's just us two hicks here, huh?" Mel just shrugged again, shoving his bag underneath the bed. He would put the rest of it away later as he started to walk out of the cabin.

Randy quickly side-stepped, holding up a hand and stopping Melbourne by placing that hand on the teen's chest. Mel tensed as Randy smirked at him.

"We'll be gettin' along real nice here, right? Don't want no trouble, y'know what I'm sayin'?" he said, then leaned to mutter something into Mel's ear that Ricky wouldn't be able to hear. Mel's eyes narrowed as his lips set tightly, looking off to the side.

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(With the tampon thing? Uhm... He stealz it for laughs? I thought that was just his cover story...'

And the MBTI thing can't really apply to Valmir. He did NOT have a normal childhood at all. More like one of those 'my communistic country didn't like me 'cause I cursed their princess and now I'm trying to live in a democracy' type situations.)

Valmir looked up when Tak emerged from the bathroom. He quickly looked back down at his back-pack. It was made from the finest leathers around the country of Rh'Dian and full of clothing hand-made by some of the finest seamstresses. It was a parting gift for him and Asavare.

Opt Out · Divine Joined: 03 Mar 2008 Posts: 110

[Well, it's helped me a lot, the MBTI typing. I like analyzing people. And No, the "test" I gave you, the questionnaire is free. It's very basic, an overview of the types. It's not telling you what you should be, it's suppose to tell you what you prefer. It's according to your own choices. I've only met one other person who doesn't seem to have any interest in what this indicator and even stated something the lines of "I don't want to be told what I am". You must be the same type... and whatever that type is (You don't have to take the test. I have a sneaking suspicion I'll go on), it drives me up the wall. So I guess we'll see how long we can take each other hu? Lol~]

Ricky saw that these two were apparently... friends and seeing Randy whisper something to Mel he got the feeling they didn't want him ease dropping. "Hmm..." He backed away from the door and turned his attention to Mylo. Where there had been dark, mismatched colored hair there was now blond. Ricky was surprised. "Wow, you're better at that than I thought, Pam."

Pam smiled. "My parents owns a shop." She told. "I'm not cutting it, per say." She told, showing how she razored his hair, instead of chopping it with the scissors. "I cut my brother's and sister's hair." She added. "So those two?" She wondered.

Mylo didn't say anything, he sat patiently, holding a chunk of long hair in his hand. He'd been nervous as she began to cut some of it away and was now "razoring" it. He was relieved at Ricky's reassurance.

"I think... they're friends." Ricky said simply and sat down next to Mylo.

"Almost done." Pam said, after cutting off the initial long hair it was a quick cut with the razor.

"She's so enthusiastic." Mylo smiled, with a noticeable hint of fear in his voice.

Ricky laughed, "It looks fine, man." He told. Pam put down the razor and ruffled up Mylo's hair.

"How does it feel?"

"Woah, I lost a person, I can feel the air." He said putting his own hands in his hair and feeling through it. "This'll take getting use to..." He added, "But, you know, it feels good."

"You should take a look in the mirror Mylo." Ricky said, "It's like all blond now, pretty different."

"Shut up, my hair grows that color I can't help it." He laughed.

[I wasn't trying to "type" him if that's worrying you for some reason. I really don't get what's wrong with it... Typing isn't based on archetypes. It's based on function and attitude, which I already explained. Enviroment doesn't have much to do with it. It's how you prefer to work- alone or with other people, how you intake information and analyze it, how you make decisions and how you organize your time. The ONLY way for someone to have no personality on the MBTI indicator is to be 50-50 on everything.
50 Introverted, 50 Extroverted
50 Intuitive, 50 Sensing
50 Thinking, 50 Feeling
50 Judging, 50 Perceiving
Since it has to do with preference and what a person is comfortable with; it's pretty much impossible to be 50-50 on everything. I can't imagine there are people like that...At the same time this would be no personality on the MBTI, it would also be the ultimate personality. The adapter- least that's my theory about it. The problem with that is adapting is more of a P (perceiving) function.
BTW my characters are roughly
Ricky= ESTJ I would say Ricky's really on the fence with his J/P though
Mylo=ENFP I'm not sure if I can accurately play an F type so...
Terrence= INTP I guess he might be more of an INTJ. I would say he's on the fence for his N/S function.

Yeah, that's his cover story, but now I'm trying to decide if I've made a bad decision in using this character...]

Terrence barely noticed the quiet, social retard. He actually kind of liked this guy, he was like a fish. Tak found his CD player and laid back on his bed. He put in the little ear buds and pushed play on his CD player.

He would've dozed off, again... How long had he been sleeping now? The only problem was... He was getting hungry... He glanced over at the bully's bed. There was a tampon by the bed. Terrence acted calm and decided not to claim it. Perhaps the quiet boy wouldn't notice it, even if he did Tak doubted he'd squeak a word.

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(XD Some people don't like being lumped into types and that doesn't nessessarily mean that they also are the same "type".

To me, 'long as we aren't trying to analyze each other we seem to be doin' just fine! I mean, we started out in this Rp just chatting away. So let's resume that, no? On that note, as perverted as this sounds, I'm interested to see if Mylo'll take an interest in Mel. XD Mel's already kinda curious about Mylo...)

Melbourne quickly walked past Randy, slamming open the door and hurriedly getting of the porch. He walked at a brisk pace, hands in his hoodie's pocket as he stared at the ground. Yep. Defintely off to a great start...

Randy finished putting his stuff away and by the time Mylo laughed about the color of his hair, he was finished. Walking to the door and opening it, he gave the three a big grin.

"So, what's up?" he said, nodding to them as he stood beside them.

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(Man!! Is he a pervert? Does he steal 'em for fun?! XD Don't spoil it for me, I can't wait to find out why the hell this kid has, apparently, multiple tampons.)

Valmir finished putting all of his items away and stood near his bed. He was done with that task now, so what was he supposed to do? He remembered that the kids were supposed to meet in the mess hall in an hour. Has it already been an hour? He didn't know as he bit his lip and kind of looked around hopelessly. Asavare would know what to do...

As if on cue, the girl that accompanied him bounced into the cabin excitedly.

"Ah, Valmir, there you are!" she exclaimed and skipped to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed his cheek. To the outsider, they appeared almost as twins. Light colored hair, thick black strands on the left side of their faces accompanied by black eyes that reflected no light. But they defintely were not twins, not even born of the same class.

Valmir blushed as he looked at his bed. "I finished," he said. Asavare grinned to him, nuzzling his face as she tightened her hug.

"Such a good boy you are Valmir! You deserve a treat! Now then, what type of treat should I give you? Perhaps a kiss?" she grinned to him and Valmir's blush increased.

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[You... don't understand. I guess I Have to leave it at that. My type, my personality likes to analyze. Analyzing and categorizing and thinking too much is what I do.

Mylo is socially nervous around quiet kids. He might not say everything he thinks, but he doesn't really hold back what he thinks and people who aren't like that make him nervous.]

Pam got up and rolled her eyes. She wasn't very interested in Randy or really Ricky much either. "Well, I gotta go." She said, abandoning the boys fairly quickly.

"She sure is impatient..." Mylo noted and then looked up at Randy. He held up a chunk of long hair. "I wanted a solid color." He said with a smile.

"Hey," Ricky interrupted, "Shouldn't we be asking that question?" He wondered raising an eyebrow.

[I kind of regret it...]

Tak hardly noticed the girl who bounced in. He was laying down and listening to music. He glanced at the two and assumed they were related. From then on he wasn't interested. He closed his eyes again and ignored them.

Another boy walked into the cabin. Shin had a little trouble finding it. "Oh, This is... a boy's cabin right?" He asked right away, noticing the girl. He'd been talking to a friend from home and had a little trouble finding the cabin. He checked his watch. "I guess I made it in time." He mentioned. He was a pretty plain looking kid, he had dark brown hair that was in a style that might've been a bowl cut before it grew out a little. His eyes were hazel and his face was speckled with freckles.

He wore a T-shirt of his favorite band and a plaid long sleeve over the fitting T-shirt. His jeans were fitting, but looked like they'd had their days of wear. His sneakers were basic and worn from use. He only had a large backpack with him.

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(Awww, so Mylo'll feel uncomfortable no matter what, eh? *is the type to daydream lots* XD

Ah, and what time are you on mostly?)

Randy watched her go, giving a low whistle before turning back to the two. He glanced at Mylo's hair, giving him an odd look with a grin before turning to Ricky.

"Huh? What question?"

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(XD Don't regret it! It's interesting!!)

Asavare looked at the new comer and smiled to him.

"Oh yes! This is very much a boy cabin! I am just here to see Valmir!" She bounded over to Shin, holding out her hand. "I am Asavare and this is Valmir and that seems to be a boy lying on a bed!" She laughed and one could defintely tell that she was a bit overenthusiastic.

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[: sigh : I suppose so. It doesn't seem like it's worth explaining. Time? I'm rather haphazard. Usually night time, but I have weekend classes. Do you mean like clock time?

Speaking of daydreaming are you a lot like Randy then? Lol]

Nor Ricky or Mylo were entirely positive why Randy gave Mylo an odd grin. It made Mylo uncomfortable. He wished people would just say everything they thought/felt.

Ricky shook his head, as if to say it wasn't important what question. "What's going on? You know... uh Melboune?" Ricky wondered.

[Nhm, no I don't think it'll work now. I'm very disappointed and regret it...]

Shin smiled. "Wow you're annoying. I'm Shinji." He said and looked at Tak, 'boy laying on a bed'. That was a boy? Well of course, if he were in the boys cabin.

He sighed and looked at the other boy, she'd called, Valmir. "So, which bed isn't taken...." It looked like the one without intends or stuff around it or a person on it... He threw his bag on the remaining bed. "I think we're suppose to meet in the mess hall soon." He noted.

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(No, I am NOTHING like Randy! You'll see, he's really a dick! *laughs* Ah, the odd look, in case you're curious, was Randy wondering why in the hell Mylo was showing him his hair. XD He doesn't notice things like hair cuts 'n at.)

Randy arched an eyebrow to them, "wait, ya'll know Patterson?" He was honestly surprised at this; back in school, Melbourne was known to just sticking to his bandmates and that was it.

Espcially to Sadie, who Randy very much wanted.

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(Aw, whut was it?)

Asavare grinned at him, watching him go around. The comment about annoying didn't seem to faze her in the least as she waved to him. Besides, the boy had waltzed around as if she wasn't there. To each his own then.

"Come Valmir! We should quickly go to where everyone is meeting. There is simply a few girls you MUST see!" she said, grabbing his wrist and practically dragging him out of the cabin and heading towards the mess hall.

Opt Out · Divine Joined: 03 Mar 2008 Posts: 110

[That's a shame. Randy was the only one I felt like I had some grasp on. The others I don't like so much. The spaciness of your characters is ... rather interesting...]

Ricky smiled, but it was a you're stupid aren't you smile. "No, actually we just met. He offered us his name and vice versa. You understand what an introduction is right?"

"Geez, Ricky, calm down." Mylo said, forcing a smile. Ricky might be charismatic with some people, but he practically had no tolerance for stupid people, especially they were stupid and had no useful skill that could be manipulated. They were like Ricky's worst nightmare. "Randy, we just met Patterson." Mylo said again, as if to help clarify.

[This might seem out of the blue, but is English your first language? I suspected your character would be unphased. I find that disappointing.]

Shinji was surprised by the girl's apparent ignorance. Hadn't he been talking? There was no response? No interest? No interaction? Talk about someone who was bad with social cues. Shin sighed. This would be such a boring trip.