If school was open here I'd bet at least 15 kids would get suspended.
OOC: @Monochrome: Yes!! Carter was satisfied that the boy wasn't completely terrified of him anymore, and Carter decided to quickly break the ice, "I'm Carter. What are your names?" he asked, interested to know what classes they had. That boy..was I like that when I first came here? Oh yeah, the first day I was an obnoxious kid. But hey, I still am today, right? he went over many things in his head, including something along the lines of, Well, I hope at least he makes a lot of friends. Hope he's not afraid of cats. he almost cringed at the word, but contained himself, considering he was in front of two people he never really met before.
I don't know anybody on KHV, but the game I use to play, you can easily find a lot of people on there.
He felt bad for the boy, he looked new. Carter wasn't sure what to do, after all, he'd never been very nervous when going to school. Then Carter noticed the boys tail, and got an idea. He took off his hat to reveal his mouse ears, smiled and waved, flicking his tail back and forth, although, he quickly put his hat back on again.
Carter looked up at him, and it was one of the only times that Carter hated being not even 5 feet tall, "I'm doing my annual annoying welcome." Carter looked to see the boys face, "Hunh..I don't think I've seen you before. You're a returning student, right?" he asked, Or a REALLY tall new kid.. "Okay, now.." he cleared his throat, "Welcome to the school of death and torture. Here you will enjoy daily classes learning to do nothing with your life, and every night they hang you by your toes at 10:30. Enjoy your time here, where you do nothing with your life." he said very unenthusiastically, peeking in a little bit, seeing a boy he never actually saw before.
Well, that was quick. Maybe now I will actually play in the game now, interesting, no?
Carter couldn't stand being still for a second. He ripped a piece of paper out of the notebook in his backpack, wrote "Carters bed." and walked outside, randomly pointing in a direction and heading that way. Time for the routine I do every year. Go to boys dormitories and do my usual welcome. Although, it's the best when they slam the door on me. He checked his watch to make sure nobody went to class yet, and then went to boys dorm 5. He made a mental note: Give a nice warm welcome to my best friend later. Oh, I know how happy Ms. Detention lady will be to see me. he chuckled to himself and knocked on the door, doing the rhythm to a song he listened to a lot over the summer as he knocked.
Max finally made it back, he knelt over, hands on knees, out of breath. The man that he lived with grabbed Max by the head and lifted him up. "Hunh..I was hoping to pull your hair up..but anyway, what were you out doing?" the man, by the name of Brax, asked sarcastically. "Just the usual, exploring." Max replied, "Yep. Sure, ok, whatever you say." Brax chuckled and walked away. Max walked throughout the city, and eventually he saw Lady Martel having a conversation with Alice and Adrien, although Max had no idea who either of them were. "-block the entrance to the section of the forest where the only medicinal herb grows for my grandmother's illness" and his eyes grew wide, and he had an idea, Good chance to kick some Haven but and help someone. Good enough for me. He hung back a little bit, stuffing his hands in his pockets, waiting to ask where this was.
I read the first line, and my first thought was "Cosmos. Goddess of harmony." I would've crossed out every answer and put at the bottom "COSMOS."
Mike took a deep breath, he still couldn't get that image out of his head, "Are you feeling something off around here?" he asked Gexln quietly, hoping to get an answer before Mixt came back.
All those kids who love zombie video games, their dreams will become true. Lets make the zombie-loving children happy.
Yeah, it's true :)
I'm ok. Whatever 'don't ask' is, I'm not asking what it is, but I hope it gets better. :)
Carter doesn't not like the food, he just doesn't like Miss Crimpton, so he doesn't like the food XD -
OOC: Your really amazing at RPing, you honestly add so much detail and such to your posts it makes me feel like I am there..and it takes a lot for me to feel like I'm there. IC: The mans weapon clattered on the floor, and he dropped to the ground, knocked unconscious by the force he hit his head. Max walked up and examined him, not permanent, but at least a few hours guaranteed. Max looked around and lowered himself to the ground, taking what looked like an oversize handkerchief out of his pocket. He put it around the mans bullet wound, and as he made it tighter when he tied it the man winced in his sleep. Max smirked, got up, and walked away. He found a path along the forest, and started walking along it. He started moving a bit faster, anxious to get back quickly. He almost forgot he was still holding his pistol, so he simply reloaded it and put it back into it's case, buckling the case shut for good measure. I still don't get why I fight the enemy..then just tie up there wounds and walk away. Why can't I have the guts to kill them? he looked at a watch he stole over from Haven, and saw he should have been back by now. After all, he had to help make meals today. He broke out into a sprint, kicking up sand behind him as he ran.
Hey :D How are you?
I already love this RP, and I only posted once. I can't wait to watch this thread grow. This is an amazing idea for an RP, I must say. :)
Carters stepmother and stepfather drove off as soon as he got out. In other words, a regular start to another school year. Carter breathed in the air of prison and sighed, Hope I don't have the goody-two-shoes I did last year. he thought as he flexed his shoulder. His backpack and luggage bag were both stuffed with clothes and items he brought from home. He patted his pocket with his free hand, just to make sure his map was still there. He looked around and noticed nothing seemed different, same school, same trees, same weather, the boring usual. He smelled something in the air, something really nasty. "Oh yeah..school food." his shoulders sagged as much as they could without his backpack changing position as he dragged on through the crowd. His tail flicked once, but the next time he tried it it hit the luggage he dragged along. Once he got near the school he stepped aside for a moment, taking his schedule out of his other pocket. He squinted his eyes through the sunlight, Dorm 4. I miss having dorm 3. Now it's like I was never there, they painted over my paint on the wall! The nerve of the principal.. he reached dorm 4 and walked in without hesitation, it was still empty. Either their late, or the principal loved me keeping up the other kid in the dorm all night and him falling asleep in class.! Good times, good times.. he thought of all his experiences in his past..7,8, 9 years, who's keeping count anymore? He stood for a moment, then walked over toward the bed he chose. He stuffed his suitcase underneath his bed, and opened up a small portion of his midnight black backpack. He took out a pocket knife from his house and in the part right in the middle of the part of his bed facing the wall he wrote in small, sloppy letters, "CaRTer" Or at least, that's what it would look like to pretty much everybody else. Relax now. Unpack later. he thought, followed by stuffing the pocket knife back in his backpack, tossing the backpack under the bed, and laying down on his bed, lounging his feet up against the wall.
Bwahaha my point exactly. @Roxas&Sora4E sorry I didn't mean to scare anybody with this.
I want one. You wanna know what else is cute? [video=youtube;Jp9BSW38bXg]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jp9BSW38bXg[/video] Absolutely adorable.
