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Kakumei [A Naruto RP]

I gotta watch that movie again. XD

Pokemon Inspired Sci-fi RP - FxF - 1x1 - Potential 18+ themes

Although 'human-Pokemon' RPs have been kinda sketchy to me in the past, this version of the premise actually kind of interests me.

Kakumei [A Naruto RP]

XP You know what it is.

Celestial Bonds - A Fantasy Pair RP

I think I might be interested.

Kakumei [A Naruto RP]

I find myself interested in this.

Genkokujo: A land of honor and war (OOC is WIP)

Really wanted to join this. Not really sure what I did wrong beforehand but thanks for the opportunity I suppose.

Genkokujo: A land of honor and war (OOC is WIP)

Real sorry about that.

Sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛs Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs

"It didn't matter then, doesn't now."

Dribble once. Dribble twice. Breathe. Focus.

The synthetic leather ball spun very slightly in his hands as he held it. Deus' eyes were glued to the back of the rim. His dad used to tell him all the time about stories that circulated about Kobe Bryant. About what made him great. Kobe made 400 shots in under an hour. Though, Deus wouldn't spend a whole 45 minutes out here. He couldn't afford to get sick. In this pocket of time that he had, Amadeus managed to get up 34 shots from the free throw line. He made 28 of them. The he had made nine straight in a row currently.

It was weird. He came out here to sulk a little, if he was honest with himself. Yet somehow, it actually did manage to clear his head to some extent. Why was he getting all worked up about this now? She was never his to begin with. In fact, to keep it 100, it was actually terrifying how she could inadvertantly control his thoughts at any given moment. 'That isn't healthy', his aunt would tell him about his habits. Maybe, just this once, did he actually believe those words.

There was no way in hell he was gonna let his friendship with Rob or any of the others be tarnished by some weakass shit like this. They'd been through too much. They overlooked his secret and still accepted him befor this happened...So, no matter what his heart was bashing him to think, he wasn't going to let it control him. They needed support through whatever they were going to do or whatever was gonna happen.

With that in mind...-- his phone vibrated in his pocket. He had turned off all the other notifications from his other social medias, so the only one that was going off, was from the group chat of the 'Sinners'. Deus exhaled, and in a fluid motion, raised the ball above his head, took his final free throw. As a satisfying swish cracked against his ears, he pulled out his mobile device.

Apparently the homecoming king and queen were gonna be announced soon. It'd be some hilarious shit if the quarterback got picked after the team's poopoo platter performance. Dude was responsible for their first homecoming loss in a decade. Deus had to be there for such an event. The thought made him chuckle. Retrieving the ball, he looked back up to the rim, and shook his head some with a smile.

~~

Back inside, walking back down the halls, Deus noticed the art room. A thought of checking on Allie passed through his mind, but he had a better idea. He'd scare the hell outta her real quick. How would he do that? As he got closer to the door, his fingers rapped on it fast and hard. If done correctly, it'd shock her outta her art world that she got sucked into. Though, Amadeus simply kept walking. It wasn't a true prank worth seeing through. Just a little lighthearted jest.

Moving on though, Amadeus put the ball away, to much no one's surprise as to where he went. He caught sight of Bernie and the beard dancing. A small smile recurred as he passed them by as well, lightly jabbing Isaac's shoulder. Ol boy better do his Bernie right. Giving the couple their space though, he only managed to grab more pizza before randomly taking a seat in an open chair.

What happened then didn't matter now. What did, was what happened now, and how they moved forward with it. Deus still had a lot to figure out but for tonight, he'd have fun.

Dead or Alive Ninjas, Boobs and Martial Arts (1x1 version)

Color me interested.

Sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛs Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs

"..."

Deus was simply quiet amidst his interacting friends. For a little while, everything seemed normal. DJ and August were up to their usual antics. Bernie and Isaac had made their way out, likely for the country boy to make his finally make vows 'nd shit. Alice disappeared for the "bathroom". Well, Deus knew her long enough to know better than that. Either way, it was essentially a classic night for the Sinners.

Frankly maybe a little too classic. Everything seemed to move by rather quickly in his perspective. He was checking on his phone to see what some of the players were saying in the Football Team's group chat. He knew that some of them wouldn't be coming today due to the loss.

By the time he next looked up, he saw Isaac and Bernie coming back, hand in hand. His closed lip smile widened slightly. Well, Deus be damned. The boy done got him one. It was something that he was genuinely happy about for both of them. He knew Bernie since they were little kids. Going through the motions of high school, he never really felt that much of a romantic sort of interest in her. Hell, she reminded him more of Deena than any of his other friends. Because of that, seeing her "all grown up" with a man now made him feel all old.

Old and self-conscious.

The thread of thinking made him trace back to Arabella. He realized all of the emotions he felt about her through wrinkle in time. Small flashbacks back to when he first met her. How he always got overlooked by her in Ron's shadow. Maybe...Maybe this was the night to make something happen? Though, that'd take away from Bernie and Bunyan. He wouldn't want to do something like that.

Besides that, the night was still young. Wasn't really a reason to get into all that mess right at the moment. If anything, it'd make a brotha look more desparate than anything else. AKA, drama Deus didn't need. Speaking of, Fairly Oddparents' Chet Ubetcha-head-ass, Trevor Rodgers came up out of nowhere.

Initially, Deus would've just ignored his ass, considering that he was one of those kid reporters for the school paper. He came across the nosy ass dude all the time, and actually expected for him to come up and pettily ask Deus how he felt about not playing tonight. Though, what he brought to the table, was much worse than that.

Apparently, the damn SHS site came back to take another chunk out of The Sinners. This time, it was about Rob, as indicated by Trevor's words. Now this seemed like it was going to be something outlandish. Rob was already kinda hype personality wise, but it wasn't a surprise to learn that he had a secret.

Everyone has them. That was what the site had taught Deus, and likely everyone else, personally. Though despite all that being in mind, the sports prodigy still wasn't ready for what he read off of Trevor's phone. It sent an ice shard down his spine with the last line that he read. It was probably more apparent in Deus' eyes than it ever was that the news was hard hitting. There was no mistaking what the message was telling him from the phone in his hand.

This was weird, though. This seemed like it would be more so a secret that belonged to her, rather than Rob. He didn't know what to feel. Was he supposed to be disgusted by the fact that the person who ran this site knew this information?

Was he supposed to be happy for Rob and Ara? Fairly speaking, compared to his own, this wasn't as personal. Though, the counter to that claim was Claire, who left soon after it was divulged that she never had this happen to her.

Was he supposed to feel betrayed? Somehow, he truly did. He had no reason to be. Deus never left any indication. If Basketball wasn't his birth talent, maybe it could've been acting. He never said anything about his feelings about the Queen Bee. Well, now, he never would.

It was all over Rob's face. This wasn't going to be something that he was letting go of. This was his secret, because he had all of the same feelings that Deus himself had. He should've realized it sooner. They were almost always together. As a matter of fact, they damn near acted more like a couple even when she was with Ron.

Deus didn't look back up from the phone as Rob whisked her away from possible embarassment. He could hear the others break away from their little area, Augie and Bernie. For separate reasons, of course, but both probably related to the Ara thing.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, being that of Trevor's. "It's been fun and all but uh, I'll need my phone back dude."

Deus, after composing himself somewhat from the shattering blow to his emotional spectrum, looked up at him for a minute. Instead of simply giving the phone back, Deus threw the dude's weak-ass blackberry into the air. In some stroke of powerful luck, and basketball trick shot skill, the phone landed right into an open trash barrow that was being wheeled out. When he heard the impact of the phone hitting soft and hard plastic, Deus finally turned his gaze away from Trevor.

"WHAT THE FU--"

"Stay up outta everybody business." Deus was collected but cold with the interruption, as the kid went to chase after his mobile device. With doing that though, he already felt like his night was a wreck. He glanced lightly at Issac and DJ. Those two were best buddies, so, surely threy'd be fine.

Or at least that was how Deus looked at it, considering that he too got up. For the first time in, probably ever, he actually felt crowded in a room full of people. Maybe this was how Alice felt all the time.

The young man headed over to the gym's supply closet, near all the DJ equipment, pulled a basketball out of it, and started down the main hall. He bounced it as he walked, not giving a fuck about how much it echoed. Deus debated calling his aunt to come pick him up, but quickly decided against it. No need to bring that energy home. Deus just needed some way to clear his head, so, to the outside baskets it was.

It wasn't like he was missing anything in here anyway.