(why are we describing ourselves?)
(A lot of people are using themselves for the rp)
(oh oki den. Zyra Everett is practically me, she's on my profile if anyone wants more details. I'll post a description of her after I finish a majority of my hw)
(Is this still open? If so can I join?)
(yeah of course)
I'm Zyra Everett (not my actual name), probably 5'6. Wavy/Curly/Straight black hair that's up to her lower back, her hair has a mind of it's own, some parts of her hair are Straight/Wavy and the other are Curly/Wavy, also it depends on the day. Rich brown eyes with black ring that kinda fades into grey, they look light brown/gold under direct light.
okay i'm gonna be the asshole who pours salt in the punch
and I don't think I'll be using myself? Maybe just a genderbent version that looks like me but doesn't act like me?
Name: Ryder Milling
Age: 16
Gender: Boy
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Bisexual
Looks: Light brown hair with a few natrual blonde streaks, green eyes that sometimes look blue, and sometimes look brown, 5'7, very long arms and legs, pretty slim, ears that stick out.
Outfit: Black pants, long sleeve
Personality: Actually really smart and does well in school but people think he's dumb. Angry at the world, kinda mean sometimes and will say it to your face. Has a lot of friends but cares about some more than others. Smiles pretty easily if he doesn't hate you. Very sarcastic all the time. Likes to mess with people, especially those who will engage with him or those he doesn't like
Role: Person pouring a shitload of salt into the fruit punch just to be a dick
Backstory: His mom died when he was little and his dad is an alcoholic. He was in and out of foster homes until his grandma adopted him. Actually doing pretty okay right now.
Other: Really needs glasses but wouldn't be caught dead with them
Okay okay imma be me then ig cause everyone else is
I’m Sage, around 5’5 or so. I have tan skin; dark brown color w/ gold/dark red highlights, thick, vv curly hair that reaches a tiny bit below my shoulders; I have roundish dark brown eyes; uh i got curvy hips; my moods are usualy more on the chill side or I just laugh at everything???; I usually wear jeans or trackpants with tshirts and sneakers; I’m kinda bilingual which i guess is important?; I say im bi but im probably a lesbian at this point; aaand im someone who was dragged along and thinks this is a terrible idea
Person pissing people off by cutting holes in the bottom of cups and cutting pieces out of the middle of cakes:
Hey!
Hey, I have assumed the role along with M.K I believe.
(n i c e
who's starting)
(does anyone wanna post a starter? also, are we starting at the prom or getting to the prom?)
(I thought we were stating at planning to crash prom)
(yeah we should probably do that lol, so maybe like a few days before prom?)
Awesome! I can start//
Heyaa could I slide in before you all start? Or is it closed?
Yeah go for it but I'm gonna close it now because I've gotta put a cap on this chaos before it really gets out of hand
Shall I start?/
Alright thanks
Shall I start?/
yee boi
Macy sat in the library, he and a bunch of his friends were planning something. They were the misfits and the misfits were always invisible, them becoming the best spys. Well, Macy was a pretty good spy.
Angie leaned back in her seat, pulling her feet up to sit criss-cross in the chair. She was listening closely to the quiet conversation–a meeting amongst the unpopular to finally usurp the overbearing hierarchy. She kept glancing around occasionally, checking to make sure no one was overhearing the meeting. "Still clear…" she whispered to herself as she brought her focus back to the rest of the table.
"Alright, we need roles," Jensen said, voice quiet and low as they looked at the others. "Who's going to do what? Who's going to buy supplies? Who's going to help make sure we don't get caught? Who's rick rolling the whole prom?" They sat back and tapped their pencil against their laptop, waiting.
"I'd like to have the unspoiled food, if that's alright. I also claim the disco ball," Angie inquired, keeping her voice low but loud enough for most to hear her. "Are we gonna dress up or wear disguises or wear normal clothes?"
Emi yawned heavily, showing her dirty braces unintentionally. She had a problem.
“Rolls? More like sleep!” She laughed at her terrible and unexplainable joke.
Ryder leaned back in his chair thoughtfully, putting his hand to his chin. A devilish grin spread across his face and he sat up. "I'm ruining the punch," he declared, grinning.