@Becfromthedead group
“Well… I can take eight people in my van,” Edward muttered, “Come with me, Lynde?”
The girl nodded.”
He stopped for a second.
“Dear god, we have to find Poe!”
“Well… I can take eight people in my van,” Edward muttered, “Come with me, Lynde?”
The girl nodded.”
He stopped for a second.
“Dear god, we have to find Poe!”
"Okay, there's going to be 10 groups. Mr. Poe's group, Edward's group, Rowan's group, Horace's group, Jackson's group, Felix's group, Sasha's group, Heather's group, Tyler's group, and my group.
If you hear your name, that's your group."
Mr. Poe's group: Mr. Poe.
Edward's group: Lynde, Kendall Lewis, Patrick Karabach, William Lotocky, Shelby Gush, Sarah Fields, Violet Eberhard, and Emily Crewe.
Rowan's group: Sarah Johnson and Peter Lench.
Horace's group: Dakota Howerton and Jasper Maks.
Jackson's group: Billy Lowe.
Felix's group: Ben Gardner and Emma Stone.
Sasha's group: Billy Tremba.
Heather's group: Taylor Foster.
Tyler's group: Jane Foster and Mark Howard.
My group: Maria, Sophia Spier, Lily Rumsey, Kiera Jones, and Emily Emmett.
(Lmao, Mr. Poe is his own group.)
"Ok, I have space in my car for five so three is a good number." Rowan said, finding the other two. He glanced at the other students as they stumbled around, trying to find their buddies. "Who the fuck is Billy Lowe?" Jackson yelled. "Jackson shut the hell up!" Someine yelled at him.
(Actually they're best friends in real life. Man, I hate them.)
Bee quickly got her friends all in one group, trying to avoid the chaos. Lillie stuck close by Bee, holding her hand tightly.
"It's okay." Bee tries to reassure her. "I'll keep you safe."
(Do you guys mind if I have characters with mental disorders?)
(That's fine with me. I mean Edward is the big anxiety soooo)
Edward sighed. He was glad he had a big group to look after in the sense he was pretty confident he could ensure their safety, but then again, big group of teens.
He started down the hall with Lynde trailing him like a duckling, and first, he headed towards the janitor's closet in which he assumed Mr. Poe was trapped. He pushed aside some bodies and a few other objects blocking the door, a shiver going down his spine as he did so, then he swung open the door.
"Hello there," he said, arms crossed.
(I'm crying why is he so pissed?)
(He's not pissed, just like, mildly annoyed and being like this on purpose lol)
(I can't stop imagining him standing there with his arms crossed and disgusting blood dripping down from his hair someone send help I can't breathe,)
(oh my godddd you're right. I love this man, I would die for him)
(Lucky for you a lot of students will!)
(RIP. Poor man won't be able to live with himself but okay lol)
(@Nie_Huaisang? Did you die or something?)
(Sorry guys! I was really sick these past three days.)
(I'm not completely well now, but I'm better than before.)
(I'm sorry.)
(It's alright. You guys feel free to carry my characters.)
(I'm sorry I let this die, I've been in the hospital.)
(Woah there. No need to apologise for that.)
(Yeah, are you okay?)
(Ohh, yeah. I'm just under observation this time.)
(That's good as long as you're okay.)
(I'm fine. I'm getting released tomorrow.)
(I really don't want this to die…)
(I'm still around to RP this if anyone else is)
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