forum It's not what you think it is ( IS HELLA OPEN!)

Started May 04, 2018 by Deleted user

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“Oh, yeah, sure,” Matt said.

Tod narrows his eyes at the faint lie in the girl's voice. He wracks his brain for her and the boy's names….Matt and….Sophie? No, Matt and Zoe. He feels a little sorry for the girl they just shrugged off, but he's more distracted by the fact that Matt and Zoe have left the group.

(is this open to join still?)

( Yep, come on in!)

Once they got t the specimen, she whispered. " I know how we can get in, but we need a distraction.Any Ideas?" She asked softly, not wanting the guards to hear.

“Nope.”

Tod watches them whispering, hoping he's not obvious…wait, what is he thinking…duh, he's obvious. He turns from them to face the guide again. The guide has gone down a rabbit trail, somehow having gotten into talking about Stephen Armstrong.

She racked her brain for some ideas. "Maybe we can get that girl to do something." SHe felt bad for suggesting it, but it was how bad she wanted to see what was behind the door.

Tod cringes, realizing that the field trip is going to spill over into overtime. He comforts himself with the fact that he doesn't have to go anywhere besides home after this.

(okay sweet. thank you)

Name: Kaiser "Kai" Fallowfield
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Sexuality: Questioning
Appearance: short curly brown hair in an undercut, tan skin, light brown eyes, somewhat bad acne, 5'10" but looks like a pole, skinny but muscular
Clothing: torn-up sneakers, jeans with a leather belt, dark blue bro tank with the Nike logo on the side, black hoodie
Personality: seems pretty chill and humorous, kind/compassionate, will beat someone to a pulp if he loses his temper, relaxed/lazy, extremely intelligent but doesn't want to apply himself or be the "smart one", hyper when within a group of friends and will try to impress and show off for people he likes, caring, comes off as kinda innocent instead of ignorant, slightly depressed/suicidal
Background: He doesn't like talking about his past. Ever.
Other: Anger management issues are very strong with this one. Usually addresses people informally as he uses a butt-ton of slang words. Can get away with lying and hornswoggling most of the time unless someone really knows him. Likes to exercise a lot, daily even, and if he doesn't/can't exercise he gets a little pissy/pouty and distracts himself by playing video games or sleeping.

She racked her brain for some ideas. "Maybe we can get that girl to do something." SHe felt bad for suggesting it, but it was how bad she wanted to see what was behind the door.

“Yeah, might work,” Matt nodded.

Camie watched the pair go off to examine something else. She felt a little sad, but she turned to focus on the guide's speech that was just ending. "If Apollo 11 was name of the first spacecraft to land on the moon, what was the name of the first American rocket in space?" He was already looking at Camie and she knew the answer, so she raised her hand. "Jupiter C," she answered. Mrs. Shultz smiled at her and Camie blushed, not wanted to be the center of attention for too long.

"The only problem is how to convince her." She mumbled.

(oh okay)

Dara continued to jot down notes, completely lost in the lecture and tour. She noticed in the corner of her eye some of the students were whispering to each other, but she mostly ignored it. If they actually did something interesting, she'd take notice.

Carla listened to the tour guide, it took her a while to notice some students were whispering to eachother. What are they talking about?

Camie lingered as the group moved on to look at something. It was a NASA radio communicator, but it looked as though… it had been built to withstand depths, not heights. That meant only one thing. Underwater. She hurried to catch up with the group.

" I got it, you and the girl can "accidently crash into each other, while I can sneak in and get out. Maybe you can fake an injury to buy me more time." She quickly explained. Well this was going to be fun….

“I’m bad at faking, but besides that, it may work,” Matt grinned.

"Oh look here's my phone thanks." She said loudly, noticing all the attention on them. She grinned back at him and whispered "Good Luck." Before walking away.

“Thanks, so much,” Matt grumbled.

//what is he doing?