blehhhhh
i'm so bored
so at this point
just like
say if you're interested
and like
idc who you are
just
don't be that one person who can only speak like one word of english
and
limited cursing
no racial slurs
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rp rules
uh
yea
just-
no plot
it's just
people rping
oh yea and anyone can join
it's like
always open
and you can reply any length
i'm just so bored
(Sure?)
cool
blehh
i hate being bored
uh
well i'm not so bored that i'd make this that chaotic
we'll need to figure out where this is gonna be set
and like
im probably gonna be using my newest character
just cause
i really like her
idk
Lol ok
I'll be a boy
oki
so basic information about your character (whatever you think is necessary)
I'll be using Elara Jupiter, she's got ALS uhhh idk i'll just use her base information
she does art
she's like 17 i think
tries to balance her life between doing random art streams and speed-painting videos on youtube and school
uhh how about we do this in like a school setting? maybe in like europe or the uk?
Kk I'll get my character in tomorrow! Sorry! I'll try to do it early it's just late where I live.. 😧
oh that's okay! understandable aha
Lol gn!
lol okay
night!
see ya in the morning
I'm finally up
cool cool!
so… your character?
I'm working o it
oki!
take your time-
Name: Grayson Light.
Nicknames: Ray, or Gray.
Hair color: blonde.
Eye color: (I forgot the name but when u have 2 diff colored eyes) Left one is blue and right one is yellow.
Personality/traits: He is a nice guy next to other people but when in school he always has a hoodie on. He can be friendly or mean. He can snap at anyone in seconds.
Other:The hoodie that he wears is his father's that died. His family was so depressed they forgot about him and he lives on the street. He has a job to get money.
Okay! Shall I start?
Sure!
oki-
Elara hummed softly to herself, her legs pulled to her body as she leaned back in her chair. Not really paying attention to what was going on in class, she fiddled with her pencil as her sketchbook sat in her lap. For her, the art stream she was going to do that afternoon was more important than school. This was why her parents constantly bugged her about her grades- they knew she valued art more than anything else.
But- Elara had decided long ago that it didn't matter what grades she got, as long as she was enjoying herself in life. It wasn't like she had much time left in school anyways… she pushed the thought aside and turned her attention back to what she wanted to sketch. Maybe the teacher? She could pretend like she was taking notes, too.
Grayson would walk in, late as always. He'd ignore the teacher and go to his seat in the back. He'd see that the other students would be looking at him, noticing a small scar on his face. He'd look around and sigh, getting his notebook out and he'd start to write, ignoreing evrything. His had was down. His hoodie was riped a little and he'd start to think about his famaly.
The teacher waould call up Grayson and say " Grayson? My I speek with you..outside…?" Grayson would lift his head and get up.He'd walk out with the teacher. The teacher would look at him with his head down and say " Dont worry.. I know.." He'd look up and sigh walking back into the classroom sitting back into his seat.
Elara glanced up, the sudden silence being broken by the teacher. Ugh, now she couldn't draw the teacher. Who could she- or what could she draw now? Maybe Grayson? He looked interesting. Scars, ripped clothing- that would be a challenge. But what better to draw than something she wasn't good at? Especially something she'd never drawn before. Very carefully, Elara started to sketch the outline of Grayson's face with her pencil.
Grayson would continue writing notes. He'd get bored and start to sketch a bee on his paper. When he was done he'd look up and the bored would be filled with math questions. "Ok class! This is due by tomarrow!" The teacher would say. He'd sigh quickly copy down the questions and continue sketching other stuff. He'd evntually take a new paper and start to sketch a character he'd wanted to make. He was done so he'd put it in his bag and look at the teacher.
The teacher looked at him and sigh. "Class dismised!" She'd say. "Grayson and Elara! Please stay here! I have to talk to you…" Grayson head shot up and he'd sigh.
Elara ducked her head down, before rolling her eyes at the teacher. What had she done this time? Whatever it was, she was sure it wasn't a big deal. She closed up her sketchbook and started to gather up her things. Of course, she hadn't been paying attention at all, so she knew she'd be quite lost in the homework, if they had any.
The teacher would lock the door saying " Elara I need tospeek to you first..Its about…-" The teacher would stair at Grayson, "-About you getting tutered…Your vary low in grades…Grayson is the best in the class…He'll be yout tuter fot the remander of the year.." Grason would gasp and finally talk " No! Im not! I wont!…" He'd stair at Elara and clenched his fists. " Damb it its always me.." He'd say under his breath.
"Oh God, not this again," Elara muttered under her breath. She shook her head, finally bursting with all of the pent-up energy and rage she'd gathered while at school. "Look, Mr. I don't even remember your name, I hope you don't know about my situation, because I hardly think I should care about grades, and if you expect me to care about them while knowing? Well, shame on you. I refuse to be tutored, thank you very much," she huffed, turning away, a dark look falling over her face.
Although she knew she had no choice, Elara still tried to put up a fight. What was the point anymore. She was so tired of trying… she'd die in the end anyways. She lifted up a hand and watched it tremble.