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3 yrs ago
Current Oh Guild, how I've missed you.
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5 yrs ago
@Filthy Mudblood; If you need help keying his car just say the word and I’m on the way sis.
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5 yrs ago
RIP Kobe Bryant, a legend, and his daughter Gianna, who was a legend in the making. πŸ’”
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5 yrs ago
I turned 24 on Saturday. Adulthood is still a big ass scam though.
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5 yrs ago
On October 3rd, he asked me what day it was... It’s October 3rd.
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Bio

My name is Jordan, but everyone usually just calls me Jo. I'm 29 years old, and I'm from Brooklyn, NYC.
I've got a little over 17 years of RP experience under my belt.
You'll usually see me in SOL RPs.
My discord is Ejected#5448


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The alarm on her digital clock began to sound at exactly five o'clock in the morning, but Zuri had already been out of bed for a little over an hour. "Shit, shit, shit," the young girl cursed under her breath as she hurried to turn off the blaring alarm. She fumbled around with the buttons for a while before deciding to just yank the plug out of the wall socket. After the loud, continuous beeping had ceased, she sat in silence for a bit, listening carefully to see if she'd woken up her parents. She soon decided that the couple were still fast asleep in their bedroom, and continued to prepare for the adventure that awaited her.

She'd spent hours the night before packing her things into her bag. Unfortunately for Zuri, the letter that she'd been given urged students to pack lightly, something that proved to be challenging for the girl. Zuri had never been one to "pack lightly," instead preferring to pack as much as she possibly could just in case something drastic were to happen. She'd tried to pack about seven different pairs of shoes and a bucket load of hair products before her mother convinced her to narrow the shoes down to just two pairs of sneakers, and to get her hair braided so that she wouldn't have to worry about things such as gel and curling cream. What she did manage to fit in the bag, however was an extra bottle of water, sunscreen, and about five more pairs of socks.

Now, dressed in a long-sleeved, black shirt, dark blue jeans, and a pair of old basketball shoes, Zuri slung her bag over her shoulder and made her way down the hall towards the kitchen. She wasn't surprised in the slightest to see her mother standing over the stove, cooking breakfast. "I didn't mean to wake you up," Zuri said as she dropped the pack onto the floor and gave her mum a tight hug from behind.

"Oh, dear, you didn't wake me up. I've been awake for hours," Katherine Wilson said, kissing her daughter on the forehead and refocusing her attention on the frying pan in front of her. "I wouldn't miss seeing my daughter off on her very first adventure. Besides, I figured you'd need a little something to eat before you left. Wouldn't want you to go on an empty stomach."

"You're the best," Zuri said before taking a seat at the dinner table. A few moments later, a steaming hot plate full of scrambled eggs and turkey bacon was placed in front of her. After she'd finished eating, her mother handed her a tall glass of ice water, which she gulped down quickly and handed back for a refill. The two of them had gone over the directions for the sand travel a couple of nights before, so her mother wanted to make sure that Zuri drank as much water as she could before it was time for her to go. After drinking Zuri finished the second glass of water, her mother handed her the jar full of sand. "I'll be back before you know it. Tell dad I said ban kwana," Zuri said to her mother, who simply nodded her head and smiled. In swift motions, Zuri slung her bag onto her shoulder, unscrewed the top of the jar, and dumped its contents over her head.

It was a weird sensation, to say the very least. The blinding flash of light caught her a bit off guard, but she stood strong nonetheless. In what seemed to only be a few seconds, the light grew brighter until she soon found herself standing again, feeling a slight itch on the back of her neck. She fought the urge to scratch as she took in her surroundings. It only took her a few moments to realize that what she was seeing was indeed the Grand Bazaar. "Whoa," the young woman said under her breath before snapping out of her trance and using her wand to clean up the pool of sand that lay at her feet.

Zuri then headed to the small group that had gathered in one of the nearby shops, instantly recognizing most of their faces. She arrived just in time to catch the ending of this Killian fellow's introduction. "Good morning, Professor," Zuri said before nodding curtly to each of them, "And good morning to you four. I hope I didn't keep you all waiting."
@KazAlkemi Andreas is a Half-Blood, as well. He wouldn't have any problems at all.
@KatherinWinter Question:

Alright, so I was originally planning to create Tiana from The Princess and the Frog. What I didn't realize, however, is that she is already in the TV series in season seven, which I have yet to watch. Would I have to make the same character and have the same story line as it is in the show, or can I make her my own?
@Peridot


@KazAlkemi


@Garden Gnome


@Aislynn


@Fury Panda

Is @Elkhar still in this? We need one post from them for everyone to have posted at least once. Either way, perhaps you could do as Azure suggested and have the teacher speak more about the project, general rules, etc. And have them do some sort of "get to know you" exercise like a lot of teachers do on the first day of class.
I'll have a character sheet up soon!
I'm interested, though I am curious as to who we will be playing. Are we doing the canon characters or making our own?
I can post today or tomorrow. Holiday has been crazy and I didn't realize it was moving along so fast, sorry.
The bulky packet full of instructions for the class project lay untouched on the dining room table of Mr. and Mrs. Hilton's medium-sized, three bedroom home. Solana hadn't even so much as looked at the packet since it was given to her, leaving it on the table to collect dust over the last couple of days. Now, on that bright and early Saturday morning, the young woman snatched the packet from the table and stuffed it deep inside her drawstring bag, right next to a packed lunch, a brand new spiral notebook and an unopened pack of mechanical pencils. Thanks to her foster parents, Solana was actually prepared for these next two weeks, physically, at least. The married couple had even bought her a new-ish pair of ripped jeans and a black hoodie from the local thrift shop for the first day. She paired this bland outfit with the pair of sneakers she'd spent hours cleaning a few nights ago.

Mentally, however, Solana still hadn't fully recovered from her mini-breakdown. In her mind, school was at the very bottom of her list of priorities, and the only reason she even considered going back to finish was to avoid being kicked out as soon as she turned eighteen. In swift, quiet motions, Solana searched around for her purse, coat, and cell phone, being careful not to wake anyone. When she found her cell phone, which had been tucked in the front flap of her purse, she saw that she had a few text messages and notifications; Solana simply deleted them all and checked the time. It was still a bit early, but she decided that it was time for her to begin her trek to school. "Have a good day, Sol!" Solana heard someone call after her, but she'd already pulled the door shut and skipped down the front stairs. Not much time passed before the young woman was seated on the subway, just a few feet away from a sleeping homeless man. She tucked a crumpled five dollar bill into his back pocket before getting off the train.

Next thing Sol knew, she was walking down the eerily quiet hallways of the high school, the sound of her heavy footsteps filling the silence. Soon, she was walking through the classroom door. She wasn't surprised to see two other people had arrived before her; she was never one to be early. She faintly recognized them, but knew she wouldn't be able to put names to faces no matter how hard she tried. "Good morning," she said simply to the others, not wanting to be rude. She took an empty seat near the others and sat her bag on the desk in front of her. She had to fight the urge to use the bag as a pillow and take a nap, deciding instead to rip open the pack of pencils and place everything neatly on the desk.
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