Like, you guys are out right now in the bad situation, but you need to come back to an empty base, so we all need to get out. Right?
I'm just saying that I'll roll with whatever idea someone else posts to get us out, because Frosty doesn't really have any reason to leave right now. I guess I could make him go for a run or something, but it'd really be a pointless post, y'know?
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Hey, hi. Yo. What's up? Wait, no, don't answer that; I don't actually care. But hey, chin up there, buddy. Don't take it personally. I'm just an ass. To everybody. Nope, it's not just you. You actually make my day. You're beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwi- Hey, there's that award-winning smile we all love. Now, why don't we sit down and you can tell me all about how you've been over a nice cup of coffee? Sounds good, right? Cool. Comfy? The seat cushions are made from silk and orphan tears. Now, how was your day? Oh, wait, that's right... I don't care.
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Jedly said
The crystalline portion was the headmaster talking. Since, you know, gem and everything.
Yeah, but I didn't read it through clearly and my head jumbled things. Still a fun thought.
Side note, I kinda left myself open there in my post, so if anyone wants to make a friend / initiate a conversation / ask where the bathroom is... Don't hesitate. c:
Chris grinned as he took his seat for the headmaster's speech. It was always entertaining, the best part probably being the looks on the first years' faces as it was delivered. He awaited the headmaster eagerly, as the the vice headmistress introduced herself. Finally, it started.
”...What a bunch of plebeian newspawns..."
Here it was. The first sentence, perfect. The first years were already looking around for the source of the voice, which was typical.
""...that they can harness that horrible excuse of a personality of your’s, and cover for your faults... Oh, that was close. I nearly coughed up my breakfast.”
Chris was chuckling to himself, as was most of the other fifth year class. They'd become used to these speeches after being at the school so long. It almost seemed like a tradition; the first years were always hyperactive and baffled by the strange events, and by fifth year, calmed down into acceptance. Suddenly, a first year raised his hand.
Chris bit his lip. 'Big mistake,' he thought, 'either incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid.' He watched as the first-year asked the question. He winced a bit, preparing himself for the onslaught that would be the headmaster's rant. The headmaster chastised the large amount of new students that had caused all the commotion outside (that Chris did his best to ignore at the time), and then concluded with a short comment about rooms. Chris felt a slight twinge of sadness; his previous partner had graduated the year before him. It wasn't a problem in the past, but it now left him partner-less. And the fact that most of the other 5th years had paired with someone in their own grade, it meant he'd probably end up paired with someone younger. He wouldn't mind, he decided, so long as they weren't a total idiot. He waited for the ceremony to conclude, but slipped out of the hall a little early to avoid the huge crowd of students that would come pouring out.
He took a spot just outside, in the next hallway, and unzipped his jacket. He didn't really have anything to do at the moment, not having planned on even being at the school that day. 'Some of the fresh meat will probably need help...' He leaned up against the wall, waiting for the freshmen to pour into the hall. Once they did, he would occasionally call out, "If anyone needs help with anything, right here!"
”...What a bunch of plebeian newspawns..."
Here it was. The first sentence, perfect. The first years were already looking around for the source of the voice, which was typical.
""...that they can harness that horrible excuse of a personality of your’s, and cover for your faults... Oh, that was close. I nearly coughed up my breakfast.”
Chris was chuckling to himself, as was most of the other fifth year class. They'd become used to these speeches after being at the school so long. It almost seemed like a tradition; the first years were always hyperactive and baffled by the strange events, and by fifth year, calmed down into acceptance. Suddenly, a first year raised his hand.
Chris bit his lip. 'Big mistake,' he thought, 'either incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid.' He watched as the first-year asked the question. He winced a bit, preparing himself for the onslaught that would be the headmaster's rant. The headmaster chastised the large amount of new students that had caused all the commotion outside (that Chris did his best to ignore at the time), and then concluded with a short comment about rooms. Chris felt a slight twinge of sadness; his previous partner had graduated the year before him. It wasn't a problem in the past, but it now left him partner-less. And the fact that most of the other 5th years had paired with someone in their own grade, it meant he'd probably end up paired with someone younger. He wouldn't mind, he decided, so long as they weren't a total idiot. He waited for the ceremony to conclude, but slipped out of the hall a little early to avoid the huge crowd of students that would come pouring out.
He took a spot just outside, in the next hallway, and unzipped his jacket. He didn't really have anything to do at the moment, not having planned on even being at the school that day. 'Some of the fresh meat will probably need help...' He leaned up against the wall, waiting for the freshmen to pour into the hall. Once they did, he would occasionally call out, "If anyone needs help with anything, right here!"
”All students, please proc- headmaster, what are you doing?!”
Before I finished the post, I imagined that the headmaster was like, an old Dumbledore-ish guy, except he was senile. And he stripped naked there.
”All students who are currently standing around like a bunch of uninformed buffoons, please proceed into the main hall. As for those who are currently engaging in snowy warfare, I advise you follow the same suit, before I shove my lower-right crystalline edge up your rea-”
And then here he started streaking down the hall, out of the office and the announcement lady had to chase him down.
Boy, I love my imagination. :D
Before I finished the post, I imagined that the headmaster was like, an old Dumbledore-ish guy, except he was senile. And he stripped naked there.
”All students who are currently standing around like a bunch of uninformed buffoons, please proceed into the main hall. As for those who are currently engaging in snowy warfare, I advise you follow the same suit, before I shove my lower-right crystalline edge up your rea-”
And then here he started streaking down the hall, out of the office and the announcement lady had to chase him down.
Boy, I love my imagination. :D
Still a little confused, so I'll just roll with whatever happens.
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Teemo.
-Watches the community explode.-
ERode said
Well...if he's Nasus
Teemo.
-Watches the community explode.-
Certainly a good excuse to get everyone in one place.
Nothing really, except for maybe a lore-ish kinda question. Do you have a circuit/outfit color-code in mind? Not really important, but, meh.
And you too, GG!
And you too, GG!
Greg yawned as he pulled the old Mustang into the lot, classic rock blaring on the radio. He didn't know the name of the song, but he was kind of into it. He rubbed his eyes, still a bit tired from the night before. The rest of his family had an extremely early day, and hadn't been able to see him off. He'd said his goodbyes last night. He was worried that there wouldn't be any parking by the time he got there. Luckily for him, he got a spot and headed over to the trunk, pulling out a bag. He slammed the trunk hatch. He clicked his tongue as he stood and looked around. Everything about the camp was gorgeous; the beach looked rather appealing right now, but he decided that there would be time for that later.
'Activities center, activities center, activities center...' He repeated the phrase in his head until he spotted it, and headed down. He couldn't help but rush a bit, unable to really contain his excitement. He'd hadn't been to any other summer camp that seemed quite like this; it was more like a vacation! He walked into the building, and was greeted by a very excited receptionist.
"Hello, welcome!" she said, sweetly. Greg smiled as he approached the receptionist's desk.
"What's your name, hun?"
"Greg," he responded.
"Hi, Greg." She started typing into the computer as he realized he never finished.
"Uh, Harrison."
"Oh?" The receptionist looked up at him. "Harrison, then?"
Greg rubbed his chin. "I, uh. No, sorry. Greg Harrison. First and last."
The receptionist chuckled. "Alright, sweetie, hang on." She typed a bit into the computer on her desk. "Alright. You're in cabin four, hun." She slid him a map across the desk and circled a spot on it with a pen. She then set a key on top of the map. "And you'll need that. Come back if you need anything, okay?"
Greg nodded. "Thanks." He held the key in his hand, and looked at it as he walked out. It had a large number four on it, naturally. He walked along the path running through the camp, thinking of what he would do next. There were already a couple people at the beach, but he figured he had other things to do first. Probably nothing too exciting, just setting up his cabin space and meeting his roommates. So there was that to look forward to, at least.
He was wearing a red tartan button-up and shorts. Nothing special, but he didn't look too bad. Definitely casual. He flicked a part of his collar down as he stood in front of his cabin. He cursed under his breath as he fumbled the key, and the lock wouldn't turn. When he finally got it open, he saw the lights were already on, and he noticed another guy lying on a bed. He tossed his suitcase down on a bed by a window. He peered out it, before looking at the guy on his own bed.
"Some camp, huh?.. Beautiful out there. I'm Greg."
'Activities center, activities center, activities center...' He repeated the phrase in his head until he spotted it, and headed down. He couldn't help but rush a bit, unable to really contain his excitement. He'd hadn't been to any other summer camp that seemed quite like this; it was more like a vacation! He walked into the building, and was greeted by a very excited receptionist.
"Hello, welcome!" she said, sweetly. Greg smiled as he approached the receptionist's desk.
"What's your name, hun?"
"Greg," he responded.
"Hi, Greg." She started typing into the computer as he realized he never finished.
"Uh, Harrison."
"Oh?" The receptionist looked up at him. "Harrison, then?"
Greg rubbed his chin. "I, uh. No, sorry. Greg Harrison. First and last."
The receptionist chuckled. "Alright, sweetie, hang on." She typed a bit into the computer on her desk. "Alright. You're in cabin four, hun." She slid him a map across the desk and circled a spot on it with a pen. She then set a key on top of the map. "And you'll need that. Come back if you need anything, okay?"
Greg nodded. "Thanks." He held the key in his hand, and looked at it as he walked out. It had a large number four on it, naturally. He walked along the path running through the camp, thinking of what he would do next. There were already a couple people at the beach, but he figured he had other things to do first. Probably nothing too exciting, just setting up his cabin space and meeting his roommates. So there was that to look forward to, at least.
He was wearing a red tartan button-up and shorts. Nothing special, but he didn't look too bad. Definitely casual. He flicked a part of his collar down as he stood in front of his cabin. He cursed under his breath as he fumbled the key, and the lock wouldn't turn. When he finally got it open, he saw the lights were already on, and he noticed another guy lying on a bed. He tossed his suitcase down on a bed by a window. He peered out it, before looking at the guy on his own bed.
"Some camp, huh?.. Beautiful out there. I'm Greg."
Chris glanced down at his watch. It'd been 45 minutes now, and he was getting a little impatient. He looked back up to the girl sitting across from him at the table. She was cute; long blonde hair, blue eyes, smiling at him. Her name was Heather. He'd only met her a few days ago, at some party, through a mutual friend. It was spontaneous, and a little weird, when he saw her again and asked her out for breakfast a few days later. Who asks a girl out for breakfast? He was just glad that the girl thought nothing of the few cybernetic implants visible on him. They scared a few people away, and it saddened him when they did. Either way, he probably seemed like some kind of weirdo.
"So how long's it been now, like, 40 minutes since we ordered?" she asked. She glanced over at the waiter, who was currently serving another table.
"45," Chris replied, "and I am starving." The restaurant was a little packed, despite the hour. Several tables and booths filled with people. "Hey... Do you wanna just get out of here instead?" She smirked at him.
"My thoughts exactly." He smiled back, liking this girl more and more as the night went on. He raised his arm for the waiter.
"Check please!"
It was a relatively warm morning, but the breeze made it a little chilly. He pulled on his light jacket, as Heather buttoned up her sweater. The two stepped out into the plaza that the restaurant was stationed in the corner of. A few stores and cafes lined the other walls of the plaza, with several benches and a fountain stationed in the center. Stone slabs, probably meant to be sat on, jutted out from the bricks floor. It was pretty, but mostly empty at the moment.
"So much for breakfast," he said, slightly exasperated.
"Well," she started, "there are a ton of other cafes we could tr-" Her sentence was cut short as a large black shadow passed overhead. Chris looked overhead, trying to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked.
"What the Hell was that?" she asked. The question was immediately followed by the shadow looping back around, its owner landing gracefully in front of them: a huge griffon. Chris sighed deeply as soon as he saw the beast.
"Shit." Chris put a hand on the griffon's neck, patting it. "I forgot it was today..." He looked toward Heather. "I, am... So, so sorry. I have to go." The girl was still in shock from the sight of the mythical creature standing right in front of her. It was probably a good thing that the plaza was empty at the moment. "I have to go. Like, right now. Last time I kept him waiting, I had to pay quite a bit for broken windows..." He turned around to the griffon, rubbing the base of it's neck and side playfully. "Isn't that right, buddy? It's been a while, how are ya'?" It let out a cry and ruffled its majestic white feathers in response, before turning its head and nuzzling Chris's arm. Chris pulled a napkin and a pen from the restaurant out of his jacket pocket, scribbling down a number against the griffon's saddle. He handed it to the still-speechless Heather. "Text me later," he said with a smirk. "I'll explain everything... In the meantiiiiime..." he held the last word as he thought. "Wanna go for a ride?" He pulled himself onto the beast, and then offered a hand to the girl. She uttered a single word as Chris pulled her up.
"Wow." Chris rubbed the griffon's head.
"Alright, buddy, take us up. We've got a couple stops to make. And Heather?.. Hang on tight." The griffon took a running start before leaping and soaring into the sky.
The griffon landed in the same place it had the previous four years. Tons of students had already arrived, and were going about their business. Chris inhaled deeply as he hopped off the griffon. "Last year, huh?.. Man, time flies." He looked to the griffon next to him, and rubbed it's side again. "Don't let the fresh meat rough you up too badly, huh?" He smiled, and pat the beast. "Alright, bud. See you in a few days." With that, Chris took a few steps back, and the griffon took to the sky yet again and left. Chris turned back to the school, looking over the masses of new students. He looked over their faces, watching them already making friends, and- was that girl undressing in the middle of the courtyard? What the Hell?! 'Just when you think you've seen everything...' he thought. He shook his head, as if to dismiss the thought, before looking at the building ahead of him. This was going to be an interesting final year. He whistled a tune to himself as he made his way in.
"So how long's it been now, like, 40 minutes since we ordered?" she asked. She glanced over at the waiter, who was currently serving another table.
"45," Chris replied, "and I am starving." The restaurant was a little packed, despite the hour. Several tables and booths filled with people. "Hey... Do you wanna just get out of here instead?" She smirked at him.
"My thoughts exactly." He smiled back, liking this girl more and more as the night went on. He raised his arm for the waiter.
"Check please!"
It was a relatively warm morning, but the breeze made it a little chilly. He pulled on his light jacket, as Heather buttoned up her sweater. The two stepped out into the plaza that the restaurant was stationed in the corner of. A few stores and cafes lined the other walls of the plaza, with several benches and a fountain stationed in the center. Stone slabs, probably meant to be sat on, jutted out from the bricks floor. It was pretty, but mostly empty at the moment.
"So much for breakfast," he said, slightly exasperated.
"Well," she started, "there are a ton of other cafes we could tr-" Her sentence was cut short as a large black shadow passed overhead. Chris looked overhead, trying to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked.
"What the Hell was that?" she asked. The question was immediately followed by the shadow looping back around, its owner landing gracefully in front of them: a huge griffon. Chris sighed deeply as soon as he saw the beast.
"Shit." Chris put a hand on the griffon's neck, patting it. "I forgot it was today..." He looked toward Heather. "I, am... So, so sorry. I have to go." The girl was still in shock from the sight of the mythical creature standing right in front of her. It was probably a good thing that the plaza was empty at the moment. "I have to go. Like, right now. Last time I kept him waiting, I had to pay quite a bit for broken windows..." He turned around to the griffon, rubbing the base of it's neck and side playfully. "Isn't that right, buddy? It's been a while, how are ya'?" It let out a cry and ruffled its majestic white feathers in response, before turning its head and nuzzling Chris's arm. Chris pulled a napkin and a pen from the restaurant out of his jacket pocket, scribbling down a number against the griffon's saddle. He handed it to the still-speechless Heather. "Text me later," he said with a smirk. "I'll explain everything... In the meantiiiiime..." he held the last word as he thought. "Wanna go for a ride?" He pulled himself onto the beast, and then offered a hand to the girl. She uttered a single word as Chris pulled her up.
"Wow." Chris rubbed the griffon's head.
"Alright, buddy, take us up. We've got a couple stops to make. And Heather?.. Hang on tight." The griffon took a running start before leaping and soaring into the sky.
The griffon landed in the same place it had the previous four years. Tons of students had already arrived, and were going about their business. Chris inhaled deeply as he hopped off the griffon. "Last year, huh?.. Man, time flies." He looked to the griffon next to him, and rubbed it's side again. "Don't let the fresh meat rough you up too badly, huh?" He smiled, and pat the beast. "Alright, bud. See you in a few days." With that, Chris took a few steps back, and the griffon took to the sky yet again and left. Chris turned back to the school, looking over the masses of new students. He looked over their faces, watching them already making friends, and- was that girl undressing in the middle of the courtyard? What the Hell?! 'Just when you think you've seen everything...' he thought. He shook his head, as if to dismiss the thought, before looking at the building ahead of him. This was going to be an interesting final year. He whistled a tune to himself as he made his way in.
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