forum Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?

Started March 16, 2018 by @SabMatt

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Victoria was at here desk doing the work she got assigned, when she noticed something strange.

"That couldn't be" she thought to herself, "Is Phoebe designing a dress, during class?!"

Phoebe’s eyes darted around the class quickly to make sure no one was watching, failing to noticee Victoria as she sketched the outline of a dress in her Math notebook. Her one tally mark in her ankle burned uncomfortably.

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Marco sighs and creates an ice pencil under his desk, praying that no one would notice.

Amber quickly looked around the class. She noticed Phoebe sketching a dress and Marco creating a pencil but as usual she didn't say anything. She never did. Instead she concentrated on her own secret project. A small flute carved from wood. She would spend hours during class making intricate designs into the wood

Marco looks around the room and makes eye contact with Amber, he breaks his pencil and smiles.

Phoebe added a sash to the waist of her dress, chewing on her pencil.

Amber made eye contact with Marco. The teacher looked up. She hid her flute and she gently tapped Phoebe with her foot, warning her.

Phoebe shoved her pencil on her pencil case, snapping her notebook shut, but it was too late. The teacher grapes her by the arm with a savage look in her eyes, snatching Phoebe’s notebook to see the countless doodles. “What is this?!””, she screeched, her sharp nails drawing blood as she dragged Phoebe from the room.

(alright thanks!)
Name: Spencer Micheal Porter (goes by Micah)
Age: 17
Gender: male
Height: 5'11"
Looks: peach skin, light brown hair with green dyed tips, brown eyes
Personality: social, not confident

Micah, who was fiddling with the gears in his pocket, looked up when he heard the teacher screech at Phoebe. He sat up attentively and placed his hands on the desk, desperate to not draw attention.

The teacher hauled Phoebe outside, throwing her to the floor and calling for the police officer down the hall. He came over, malice in his eyes as he brought out his fire brander and grabbed the terrified girl’s ankle. He pushed down her sock, pressing the brander hard into her ankle until her skin sizzled and she gasped with pain. A second tally mark had been burned into her ankle.

Micah didn't dare watch as Phoebe was dragged out of the room. He hunched over his desk, shaking. So far, Micah didn't have any tally marks on his ankle and he intended to keep it that way. Just the thought of the brander touching his skin…

Amber was terrified. Her mind flashed back to when her own first tally had been burned into her ankle and how painful it had been.

Phoebe curled up into a ball on the ground, tears springing to her eyes as an impossibly acutely pain tore through her. The teacher yanked her to her feet, her gray pleated skirt catching on a loose nail and tearing.

While the teacher was still out of the room, Marco stood up and walks to the doorway. He then places his hand on the door frame and freezes the entrance to the classroom. Marco turns to the class, "don't tell anyone."

Micah nodded. "Don't worry, I won't." He just hoped the rest of his class wouldn't tell. Amber probably wouldn't, and neither would Victoria. The others though…Micah crossed his fingers, hoping that no one would mention it.

Marco sat back down.

The teacher took out a pair of handcuffs, shackling Phiebe’s Hands. Her long ponytail had come undone and her hair flew into her tear-streaked face as the teacher tightened the handcuffs.