forum Delinquent Academy RP

Started April 10, 2018 by @charkieshark

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Ellie the therapy dog went up to Quinn and sniffed them, hoping to get a treat. "Ellie, you're my dog! How dare you have betrayed me!" Jenny said in a joking voice.

She laughed at Jack's comment. "Mind if I call you Dylan. . . or is it just Jack?" Quinn asked turning towards him.

"This kid killed people?!" Zanna thought as she tried to get a better look at the kid, "And he has a scythe. I better get on his good side, or at least make an alliance or some whit like that."

Aita nodded, "Okay. How about, they're wearing a blood t-shirt and I say, wow, I like blood too?"
"Getting better, but not quite there yet." Mrs. Clarke smiled, nervous on the inside.

Arkyn eyed the dog, a smirk playing on her face. "Who's is this?" She asked, reaching down to pet it.

Zanna was now debating on find the other kids, but they really wanted to find out who they were. Or at least introduce themselves. They hoped the teacher would get scared enough soon.

"That's Ellie, she'll bite your hand off if you don't give her a treat. Her one quirk, she's a hyper pupper." Jenny said, walking over on her crutches. She had still not gotten used to the prosthetic leg.

She laughed at Jack's comment. "Mind if I call you Dylan. . . or is it just Jack?" Quinn asked turning towards him.

"I don't really care," he shrugged. "What's your name?"

"I can relate." Arkyn looked up, raising an eyebrow at the girl in front of her. "What're you in for? A fight?"

"Okay, so what if they have white hair and I say, can I kill you?" Aita brightened.
"B-but you have white hair?" Mrs. Clarke knew this was the wrong thing to say.
Aita brushed it off, "I am the dominant white-haired male. Fight me." he laughed, "No, I'm kidding."
Mrs. Clarke laughed nervously.

"Quinn," She replied. "Don't really like it though. . ." She sighed and turned towards Aita, raising a brow. He killed kids? Damn.

"Quinn," She replied. "Don't really like it though. . ." She sighed and turned towards Aita, raising a brow. He killed kids? Damn.

Wait, he's in a classroom by himself?

"So, what's your name?" Jenny asked Quinn.

"Do you have a middle name? Just use that." Jack said. "Or use a name you like,"

(Yeah that's why I'm hiding outside of his classroom.)

(I'm askin' Nessie)

"I'll just use the name my parents gave me. . . I never met them, so I guess I kinda owe it to them." She explained turning towards Jenny. "Quinn, and you?" She looked her over. She looks like a ray of sunshine next to all of us. . . Quinn thought to herself, but decided not to judge Jenny yet.

"That's understandable," Jack said. He looked at the other girl who had come up to them.

"Jenny MacCarthy, pleased to meet you in this desolate and pointless world."

"Aita, I'll give you another example. You see a kid with a nice backpack, what do you say?"
Aita smiled, "Easy! Tell him he has a nice backpack and then murder him and take it from him."

"Yeah, got agree with Aita there," Zanna thought to themselves.

"Desolate and pointless. . . ," She repeated, more to herself. "I already like you, Jen."

Mrs. Clarke blanched. "Umm. No. Aita, here let me write down the rules." she grabbed a marker and started writing on the whiteboard.

• No Blood
• No death
• No murder
• And no talking about your scythe.
  "Understand?" Mrs. Clarke asked.
  Aita frowned, "But nothing else is interesting!"