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Perhaps her and Esther could know each other from classes? Not so much best friends as Esther's socially awkward, but could have talked here and there?
Esther would certainly use the girl locker rooms and restrooms without any trouble. Since their sex is female it's totally fine putting them in the female slot!
Can't wait for this to start!
Can't wait for this to start!
Awesome! thanks for making room!
Name: Esther Lark
Age: 17 (12th grade)
Sex: Female
Gender: “Gender neutral” in a sense of being neither a boy nor girl and is commonly referred to as they/their but doesn’t mind being called he or she pronouns. They enjoy people not knowing their gender and gets rather upset if referred to as an “it”, however.
Sexuality: Asexual Panromantic – that is both being uninterested in sex as well romantically attracted to any gender.
Extracurricular activities: Journalism and choir.
Personality: Esther is pretty easy going, and goes at their own pace. They space a lot, their mind being somewhere else, most likely thinking about their blog, video game, or anime. Esther’s main trait would be apathetic. That goes for their looks, others’ looks, things going around them, or just in general. They can be pretty snarky even when it’s uncalled for. This can put them as rude at times but they don’t really mind if people don’t talk to them because of this. Esther can also be known to be on the pessimistic side, being the kind of person who sees the glass empty even if it were full. Matched with their uncaring attitude is their laziness. Esther isn’t much of a people’s person, and can be a bit uncomfortable when around people for long periods of time. Given their reclusiveness, they can be rather socially awkward given Esther often has no idea what to say most of the time. They both hate and think they're better than others, commonly calling themselves “weeb” or even “weeb shit”.
Best friend: Their cat if that counts, no people friends though aside from the few she talks to online.
How they feel about being stuck in the school for one whole night with seven other students: Rather annoyed given they’d much rather be at home on their computer. They’re pretty sure it’s going to end up as Lord of the Flies or something.
Esther has a lightly tanned complexion. They’re all of five feet and rather a bit on the scrawny side. Behind large prescription glasses, their eyes are a lovely dark brown. Like their eyes, their hair are the same brown, worn that of a messy pixie sort of haircut, that being pretty short in the back and longer in the front. Most of the time they don’t even style it and it can be described as a bed head. Their face has an androgynous look to it much to their liking that would keep people guessing as to if they’re a boy or girl. Although dotted with moles here and there, their face is usually clear of most acne.
Their current outfit consists of a white button down long sleeve shirt beneath a sweatshirt. Their undershirt collar is folded over giving them a rather stereotypical nerdish look. They have gray jeans but if it cold enough they’ll pull on her gym sweats. They also have an assortment of winter worn accessories like a beanie, gloves scarf even a blanket stashed in their locker. Their shoes are simple black slip-ons.
Reason why they were there after regular school hours: They were ditching their last period by hiding beneath a stairwell but fell asleep.
Taste of music: Listens mostly to whatever and has a wide varied selection on her music device. It mostly consists of anime theme songs, probably some alternative rock like Imagine Dragons or something a wannabe hipster would listen to. Favorite song for the week
Name: Esther Lark
Age: 17 (12th grade)
Sex: Female
Gender: “Gender neutral” in a sense of being neither a boy nor girl and is commonly referred to as they/their but doesn’t mind being called he or she pronouns. They enjoy people not knowing their gender and gets rather upset if referred to as an “it”, however.
Sexuality: Asexual Panromantic – that is both being uninterested in sex as well romantically attracted to any gender.
Extracurricular activities: Journalism and choir.
Personality: Esther is pretty easy going, and goes at their own pace. They space a lot, their mind being somewhere else, most likely thinking about their blog, video game, or anime. Esther’s main trait would be apathetic. That goes for their looks, others’ looks, things going around them, or just in general. They can be pretty snarky even when it’s uncalled for. This can put them as rude at times but they don’t really mind if people don’t talk to them because of this. Esther can also be known to be on the pessimistic side, being the kind of person who sees the glass empty even if it were full. Matched with their uncaring attitude is their laziness. Esther isn’t much of a people’s person, and can be a bit uncomfortable when around people for long periods of time. Given their reclusiveness, they can be rather socially awkward given Esther often has no idea what to say most of the time. They both hate and think they're better than others, commonly calling themselves “weeb” or even “weeb shit”.
Best friend: Their cat if that counts, no people friends though aside from the few she talks to online.
How they feel about being stuck in the school for one whole night with seven other students: Rather annoyed given they’d much rather be at home on their computer. They’re pretty sure it’s going to end up as Lord of the Flies or something.
Their current outfit consists of a white button down long sleeve shirt beneath a sweatshirt. Their undershirt collar is folded over giving them a rather stereotypical nerdish look. They have gray jeans but if it cold enough they’ll pull on her gym sweats. They also have an assortment of winter worn accessories like a beanie, gloves scarf even a blanket stashed in their locker. Their shoes are simple black slip-ons.
Reason why they were there after regular school hours: They were ditching their last period by hiding beneath a stairwell but fell asleep.
Taste of music: Listens mostly to whatever and has a wide varied selection on her music device. It mostly consists of anime theme songs, probably some alternative rock like Imagine Dragons or something a wannabe hipster would listen to. Favorite song for the week
Opps, nevermind! I realized this is full, sorry about that!
I think so, yup!
Posted finally, gosh, sorry about the wait.
The metallic scent of blood was apparent when things began to become heated. It awakened a sort of predatorily excitement in Rylan along with the rush of adrenaline. She moved in along with the two, attack at the figures that were threats. Unlike the other two, however, Rylan couldn’t find it in her, even in this form, to kill. She could only maim or seriously injure the humans. It wasn’t that the humans were particularly nice or not menacing enough, she just couldn’t, it wasn’t in her nature. This didn’t stop her from sneaking around and attacking from the shadows as her pelt allowed her to blend in. She made sure to be wary of weapons, and went for the hands holding the weapons so they’d immediately drop it.
Rylan used her scouting skills, honing in on hiding foes and focusing on the ones drawn out. She wouldn’t let any of them make the first strike, which could be the end of her. She followed along toward their destination, and making sure humans didn’t wander too far or hurt the ones who had no interest in chasing Mehmet. Either way, she felt very much like a sheep dog. She snapped at the running ones’ heels, giving them motivation to keep going. Rylan didn’t know how far was until the glade, but when the trees grew scarce and the bowl of rock was in sight, she moved to the farther side of the opening, acting as a guard to keep them in. Not too long after arriving, her alpha’s howl erupted, and she could feel her excitement bubble. The plan was so far in their favor.
When the howl was heard, Jarleth had to cover his ears to keep them from ringing. That was absolutely Mehmet, he determined from the set of pipes on that one. If he were facing the three little pigs, he’d certainly get through a brick house. Jarleth thought, laughing to himself at the ridiculous thought. He was distracted, and didn’t expect a wolf to emerge over here. He also didn’t expect it to suddenly halt its attack and end up crumpled on the floor, hands missing and blood flowing from its sudden wounds. He didn’t see how it happened, and reached for where his crossbow was, only to reach for nothing. He ran a hand through his hair, not sure what to do. He wasn’t prepared for something to attack him.
He looked around, only to see red eyes glowing in the darkness. “The hell? I thought the coven and pack were working together?” He asked it, slightly with fear, but the cries coming from the now human werewolf brought back his attention. It was a boy who looked pretty young, tears stream down his face, and like the voice said, was suffering. He couldn’t kill him as that was not a choice in this situation. He figured he’d try to stop the bleeding. He took slow steps, putting his hands up to the now fearful werewolf. He didn’t recognize him so he must have been either new or too young to remember when Jarleth hung around the pack. Either way, Jarleth acted as if the werewolf were a skittish animal, and made slow movements as he crouched down. He unbuttoned his shirt, tearing off pieces before tying them as makeshift bandages around the stumps. He had no idea how this werewolf would function now.
Rylan used her scouting skills, honing in on hiding foes and focusing on the ones drawn out. She wouldn’t let any of them make the first strike, which could be the end of her. She followed along toward their destination, and making sure humans didn’t wander too far or hurt the ones who had no interest in chasing Mehmet. Either way, she felt very much like a sheep dog. She snapped at the running ones’ heels, giving them motivation to keep going. Rylan didn’t know how far was until the glade, but when the trees grew scarce and the bowl of rock was in sight, she moved to the farther side of the opening, acting as a guard to keep them in. Not too long after arriving, her alpha’s howl erupted, and she could feel her excitement bubble. The plan was so far in their favor.
When the howl was heard, Jarleth had to cover his ears to keep them from ringing. That was absolutely Mehmet, he determined from the set of pipes on that one. If he were facing the three little pigs, he’d certainly get through a brick house. Jarleth thought, laughing to himself at the ridiculous thought. He was distracted, and didn’t expect a wolf to emerge over here. He also didn’t expect it to suddenly halt its attack and end up crumpled on the floor, hands missing and blood flowing from its sudden wounds. He didn’t see how it happened, and reached for where his crossbow was, only to reach for nothing. He ran a hand through his hair, not sure what to do. He wasn’t prepared for something to attack him.
He looked around, only to see red eyes glowing in the darkness. “The hell? I thought the coven and pack were working together?” He asked it, slightly with fear, but the cries coming from the now human werewolf brought back his attention. It was a boy who looked pretty young, tears stream down his face, and like the voice said, was suffering. He couldn’t kill him as that was not a choice in this situation. He figured he’d try to stop the bleeding. He took slow steps, putting his hands up to the now fearful werewolf. He didn’t recognize him so he must have been either new or too young to remember when Jarleth hung around the pack. Either way, Jarleth acted as if the werewolf were a skittish animal, and made slow movements as he crouched down. He unbuttoned his shirt, tearing off pieces before tying them as makeshift bandages around the stumps. He had no idea how this werewolf would function now.
"Dare!" Ryle would shout with confidence.
(I also posted!)
(I also posted!)
When the giant spider idea became reality, Ryle took a couple rather big steps backward, looking away in both fear and in disgust. She definitely didn't want to be near it, let alone ride it. "Yeah no, not getting on that," She said, pointing accusingly at the newly made creature, "But be sure to take one of the kids, Will, it's your pet or whatever, so you should go." Ryle said, despite being a kid herself. They were running out of time so one of them would get on. The other one she'd be sure to make sure was safe.
Ryle thought more about her own plans of escape. If this worked, maybe she can do the same thing and make up her own monster? Certainly not a bug, something that was furthest away from a bug. She knew if you thought about it and concentrated, then it should come out of her brain or something.
"Whoever is gonna stay with me, I'll make sure we get out soon. Friends stick together, yeah?"She didn't want this to get all sappy and heartfelt, but being one of the older kids, she felt she needed to sound all important and cool. "Also be careful out there. Who knows what's out there."
Ryle thought more about her own plans of escape. If this worked, maybe she can do the same thing and make up her own monster? Certainly not a bug, something that was furthest away from a bug. She knew if you thought about it and concentrated, then it should come out of her brain or something.
"Whoever is gonna stay with me, I'll make sure we get out soon. Friends stick together, yeah?"She didn't want this to get all sappy and heartfelt, but being one of the older kids, she felt she needed to sound all important and cool. "Also be careful out there. Who knows what's out there."
Sorry! I'll post later today!
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