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In Meadow University → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Location: Meadow University Football Field → Nectar's

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Most people looked forward to Fridays- after all, it was the end of the week and beginning of the weekend. But, Fridays were notorious for being Meadow University Football’s most rigorous practice day, which meant the players dreaded going to sleep every Thursday night. Their Fridays were always the same year after year- between the hours of 6AM and 9AM, the players strength trained and conditioned as a team, and from 5PM to 8PM they practiced on the field with their coaches and trainers. In between all of this, they were expected to maintain their specific athletic diet and complete all of their coursework. Total, it’s about 6 full hours of working out, more or less, whether it’s in the gym or on the turf.

Coach Murphy planned this strategically, knowing that the weekend was spent slacking off at parties and eating cheat meal after cheat meal. Legally, according to the NCAA, Division I teams can’t practice for more than 20 hours a week, and you can bet that Coach milked each minute he could get, tallying each spare moment throughout the week that the team didn’t use and adding them to Friday’s practice. He was a bit of a hardass, that was for sure.

On this Friday in particular, the players itched for a reprieve, Nolan included. Not only did he have football things to worry about, he also had one of his first practice MCAT exams the day prior and did not perform as expected. Plus, with everything going on as a result of the Great Bash, there was never a better time to let loose and enjoy a break, with alcohol most definitely being involved. But, they still had to get through a grueling practice before the fun could commence.

The scoreboard read 8:05PM and the team should have been off the field five minutes ago, but Coach Murphy pleaded they still had 10 more minutes of allotted time. In true fashion, he was a “I dismiss you, not the bell” kind of guy. Nolan huffed as they completed a few more plays, the exhaustion of the week piling up and slowly deteriorating his muscles and drive.

“Nolan, pick up the pace!” He could hear Coach Murphy- his father- yell out to him from the side lines. “Find an opening and be available for your quarterback!” As a wide receiver, it was his job to get down the field, dodge defense, and be open to passes, so he needed to be quick and strategic. But also, as the son of the coach, he was always needing to surpass his father's expectations. There was no preferential treatment here, in fact, it was the complete opposite of that: Coach ragged on Nolan more than any other player. Not only did Nolan need to be a successful player, he also had to be a successful son.

As they ran the play, the dark haired boy attempted to make a breakaway and allow himself to be open to receive the ball. But he wasn’t fast enough, causing the quarterback to choose another teammate who was in a better position down the field, and Nolan to get tackled as the ball was caught by someone else. The force of being taken to the turf knocked the wind out of him, and he struggled to find his legs and stand up after the play had ended.

“Murphy, that won’t be enough on game day! Get your act together!” He could hear his father shout, not even caring that his son had been sacked and was not moving from his position on the ground.

One of his teammates, Drew, came to his aid, offering a hand and hoisting him up. “You good, dude?” He asked, patting the boy on the back for reassurance.

Nolan coughed instinctively as he found himself upright once again, letting his hands find his knees and taking a few deep breaths to regain his composure. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just so fucking done with this week.” He shook his head, pulling off his helmet and allowing the breeze to comb through his hair.

Drew laughed. “I feel you on that one. Does this mean we’re going out tonight?”

Nolan smirked, “I don’t think that’s even a question at this point.” the boy replied, already knowing that he’d be drinking tonight. As he glanced back at the sidelines, Nolan caught a glimpse of his father, simply staring at him with a look of pure disapproval on his face. The smirk on his lips slowly melted away and guilt panged in his chest. He tore his gaze away and looked back at Drew.

“Oh, I’m definitely drinking tonight.”

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Less than 2 hours after stepping off the field, Nolan and a few of his teammates walked through the door of Nectar’s, one of their favorite bars in town. They made their way to the back corner and set up shop at a high top table, allowing them to have the best view of the entire place and everyone in it. Without even sitting down, Nolan motioned to the bar, ready to get their night underway. “First round’s on me boys, I’ll get us two pitchers.”

Walking over and pressing his palms on the bar, he leaned towards the bartender and ordered the brews for him and his friends. After he had seen him start to fill the pitchers up, Nolan rotated around and let his back rest against the edge of the bar, looking around to see if anyone he knew was present. It didn't take long to notice that directly next to him was none other than Bastíen Bonfamille, who looked rather pleased with himself for some reason. Deciding to comment on his cheerful disposition, Nolan turned only his head in order to make eye contact with the boy. “You’re certainly in a good mood this evening, Bonfamille.”
In Project Untamed → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Featuring: Leo Brooks @Melissa, Soleil Jamson @Rosalia and Samuel Costigan @HaleyTheRandom
Special guest appearance: Billie Jean Grey
Location: Leo’s Dorm Room

If you had made the decision to walk into Leo Brooks’ dorm around the time of the assembly, you would have been quite confused. For starters, there were three students clearly not in attendance of the mandatory meeting, as they were all present in the room. Second, there were random articles of clothing strewn across an otherwise spotless floor- a few shirts and a pair of pants had been tossed aside carelessly. And third, the discarded shirts and pants didn’t all belong to Leo.

Sol, Leo, and Sam sat in the center of the floor, a deck of cards having been dealt between them and a lighthearted game of Texas hold'em underway. However, as evidenced by their various stages of undress, this was a round of strip poker. Leo sat with his bare back up against his wooden dresser, chiseled abs on full display as he peeked at his two cards that were pressed against the carpet. He had won the previous round, but had lost the one before that, resulting in his lack of shirt. With a chuckle, he turned to his friends. “So what do you think those losers are talking about right now at the assembly?”

Propped up against the bed, Sam currently was looking at the cards he held in his hands, and comparing them to the three currently making up what people would call the flop. He had a decent chance of winning this round if he got the right cards, but his luck was a little off tonight. He was already missing his jeans, as well as his right sock. With a sigh, he grabbed his bottle of water and took a sip, laying his cards face down.

”No idea. Probably something boring like grades, or a dance or something,” he said, somewhat dismissively. In the split second it took him to realize what he had said, his face lit up in a disgusted sense of shock. ”You don’t think they’d make us have a freaking dance, do you?”

“I wouldn’t be mad if they do…” Sol quietly admitted, her sharp eyes shifting between Leo and Sam for any tell-tale signs that they might be jeopardizing her chances to win. She had already been stripped of the rights to wear her oversized black T-shirt: as evidenced by her bare midriff and black sports bra. The last thing she wanted was to lose the privilege of wearing her dark red gym shorts as well. She needed to win. “You can have a fucking blast at school dances.”

Leo scoffed, “Yeah, that’s cause you and a certain someone would be getting cozy in the corner.” As the dealer, the dark haired boy looked to his friends to see their reactions as he flipped the fourth card over to join the flop as the turn. Since this was strip poker, there wasn’t so much betting as there was just flat out losing, so he skipped the pleasantries and went right for the cards. Leo hadn’t let Sol forget about this morning’s interesting breakfast discussion, especially her mindless remarks that painted a revolting picture of her skinny dipping with Theo. “Forget about a stupid dance, all anyone cares about is the after party... but what about an all school dodgeball competition! I don’t know about you guys, but I’d certainly enjoy pelting foam balls at certain people for fun.”

“Those aren’t the only balls you like to toss around so happily…” came the girl’s quick reply, accompanied by the slyest of smiles. Ever since she let the skinny dipping story slip at breakfast, Leo hadn’t stopped giving her hell about it. And of course, Sol being Sol, she was giving him hell right back. After all the times she’d had to put up with his explicit, cringey stories about that pharmacy blonde she couldn’t stand, it brought her a sense of satisfaction to know that she had her own weapon to repulse him with now.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, putting the cap back on his water. ”I dunno, Sol. Something about being made to dance around with a shit ton of other awkward people doesn't sit right with me. If someone spiked the punch, then I’d go.” As Leo laid down the fourth card, Sam double checked his two, doing his best not to let the enthusiasm show on his face. Did he have a chance at winning this round? ”Dodgeball sounds alright. I always loved making the other team beg for mercy.”

“Now that’s my kind of party.” Leo smirked while Sol rolled her eyes, slipping his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulling out a toothpick to stick in between his gritted teeth. “You and I will have to organize a game, Sam. Show people on campus what’s up.” Without another word, he flipped the last card over, the river. “Fuck.” He murmured as his eyes hit the ace of spades, the card staring evilly back at him. “Alright, what’s everyone got.” Leo looked around, waiting to see everyone’s cards.

Sam was the first to lay down his cards, showing that he had a three of a kind in jacks. ”I refuse to take off my other sock,” he said triumphantly. ”Er… unless one of you guys have a better hand, of course.”

Finally, it was time for Soleil’s blank face to be transformed by an ear to ear grin. “Read it and weep, boys!” she announced, gleefully throwing her cards in front of her to show off the three aces and the two kings that had previously been on her hand. “Your pants come off, your sock comes off and my panties get to stay a mystery.”

“You fucking bitch.” Leo grimaced as his best friend winked mischievously at him, throwing down the two cards he was holding. He had a measly two pair consisting of eights and fours and couldn’t surpass her full house, but he already knew this round was going down the drain when Sam laid down his cards. With an exasperated sigh, Leo pressed his palms into the floor in order to stand up, proceeding to take off his belt and unbutton his blue jeans. He let them fall and bunch around his ankles, revealing crisp white boxer briefs underneath.

Although she tried her hardest, there was no stopping Sol’s eyes from carefully running down Leo’s newly exposed clothing garment. “Hmmmm… I never would have pegged you for a plain white boxer guy, dude. But now I can kinda see why there’s a line of girls trying to get in here,” she joked, before looking back at his face with another mischievous grin. “Teddy’s is bigger, though-- no offense. I’m just glad it’s something nobody else knows,” the young woman added, unable to stop herself from taking another shot at her best friend.

Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Sam looked from one friend to the other. "You guys are gross," he said, removing his shirt. Sam was a man of his word, and he wasn't taking off his other sock. "What if our boy Leo is more of a grower?"

Soleil snickered and shrugged. "Then I guess you'll have to check it out and tell me later, 'cause there is no way I'm volunteering for that kind of research with him."

Sam scrunched up his face in a goofy manner, looking Sol up and down. ”Giirrrllll… you nasty.” The girl winked at him and chuckled.

Leo clenched his jaw and could feel the muscles in his back tense up. He hated being compared to Theo. Sure, Sol was just joking around, but something about being put in the same sentence as the guy just made his blood boil. He could care less about the literal comparison- what was frustrating was the metaphorical juxtaposition of one being “better” than the other. Leo was better than Theo, he knew that he was better, and didn’t need anyone telling him that he wasn’t. Especially Sol. He rolled his eyes, slipping his ankles and feets out of his jeans and throwing them at her.

“You’re right, there is a line of girls waiting to get in here-” Almost as if on cue, his phone buzzed from his nightstand. “In fact, that must be one of them right now.” Leo smirked devilishly and reached to grab it, his expression not faltering when he saw who it was. “Well would you look at that. It is.”

hey dipshit. didn't see you at the assembly. we got assigned bullshit teams, and i might need you to come visit me in prison when I kill erica.

Leo’s brow furrowed as he scanned the list that Billie sent him. A scavenger hunt? Not exactly what he had pictured the all school event to be, but not terrible. He was a competitive guy and always down to win something, so this was alright by him. “We have our answer- school wide scavenger hunt on Wednesday. Billie texted me the teams, it’s groups of three.” He tossed his phone to Sam so he could take a look as well.

”Scavenger hunt? Are they gonna make us hunt for school supplies or something?” A confused Sam caught Leo’s phone, scrolling down to see who he was paired with.”I got Zakya and Hana.” Sam didn’t know too much about the former, but the later had the tendency to make him want to scream. "Hopefully Hana can make some decisions and not be so shy about shit and we might have a chance at winning whatever this is.” He passed the phone to Sol before taking another drink of his water.

As soon as she had the phone in her possession and read the names accompanying her own, Sol impulsively tossed the device back to its owner. If it had been her own, chances are it wouldn't have survived her furious toss against the floor. "This is fucking bullshit…" she growled, once again feeling that familiar anger of earlier bubbling its way back to the surface. "Nick is fine, but Quinn?! It's like they want me to lose my shit. Who the fuck came up with these bullshit groups, anyway?"

Leo shrugged, catching his phone and tossing back in the air just for fun. “Guess I’m the only one here who’s happy with my team? I mean, I don’t really know Dwayne, but I’m with Frankie so who cares.” He smirked, thinking about the blonde who he knew very well- almost too well. As a team they’d probably kick ass, and Leo hoped Dwayne could get on the same page as them. Fit in or fuck off, right? The dark haired boy let his phone fall back into his hands and replied to Billie.

thanks b- don’t worry i’ll post bail if necessary. I got caught up in a game of poker and ended up in my boxers… you should stop by ;)

He threw his phone back on the nightstand and looked back at his friends. “Hopefully this won’t be stupid or a waste of my time- at least classes are cancelled because of it.”

Soleil scoffed and rolled her eyes. "This is a complete waste of time."

Sam shrugged his shoulders. ”I’m with Sol on this one, man. I mean… what kind of crap could this even be? I’ve heard of camps doing scavenger hunts and shit, but… a school?”

Shaking his head, Leo sighed. “Who knows- all I do know is that we still have a few more rounds to play before I’ll be out of clothes to take off.” He wiggled his toes which were still donning white calf socks. “Hopefully I’ll be naked by the time Billie gets here...”

The young woman immediately wrinkled her nose in disgust. "You're fucking disgusting-" she told her friend, grabbing his shirt from the pile nearby and tossing it in his direction before grabbing her own and pulling it back on. "Now put your shirt back on before everyone comes back to the dorm and start asking stupid questions about why our clothes are missing. The last thing I want is for anyone to think I'm one of your whores."

If you wanted to be friends with Sol, you had to put up with her moods from time to time. Right now was one of those times. Retrieving his jeans first, Sam stood up as he put them back on. ”Yes. Heaven forbid anyone think we’re having a threesome.” Buttoning and zipping them back up, he smirked as another thought ran through his head. ”Who do you think would be the dom in the situation?”

"Oh, definitely me. If anyone asks, I took turns pegging the both of you…" Shady replied, smirking at both Leo and Sam as she stood up.

Leo refused and tossed his shirt to the side- it was his room after all and he could do what he wanted! He sat on his bed as the other two slipped back on their missing clothes. “You guys are crazy.” He remarked, running a hand through his hair to make sure it was still intact. “Now get the fuck out of my room before anyone even entertains that rumor.”

"Whatever you say boss!" the dark-haired girl teased before she gave her best friend an impish grin. "See ya," she called out to the boys before walking out the door and disappearing from sight.

Sam shrugged his shoulders and laughed. ”I dunno man. Sounds like an okay time to me.” Pulling his shirt back on over his head, the young man exited Leo’s room as he walked towards his own. “Later guys!”
In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Speaking with: Uaithne @Tracyarmav

Maggie was enjoying the sunshine from her perch on the railing as well as the sliver of shade that the roof provided. She could feel the breeze tickle the back of her neck and gently brush through her short wavy hair as she read, cooling her off from the early summer heat. Sitting on the outskirts of the party was a peaceful reprieve amongst the madness, and Maggie welcomed the quiet wholeheartedly. Although, she did let her eyes drift from the words on the page over to the initiate table once or twice to see if the crowd had dispersed, but it remained, and thus so did she.

Her mother had been over a few minutes prior to reprimand her for sitting on the sidelines, both literally and figuratively. Maggie had promised that she would join everyone in a little bit...but for now, she continued to leaf through page after page of her novel. She’d eventually meander over to see the other witchlings, but she was at too good of a part to put the book down! She was engrossed in the writing and the world seemingly disappeared around her- the setting of the story being the only thing that mattered at the current moment. The blonde was so immersed that she nearly had a heart attack when someone suddenly began speaking into her ear from an extremely close distance. Maggie gasped, nearly losing her balance and accidentally dropping her book into the brush below. Startled, she whipped around to see a familiar face lurking behind her.

“Uaithne! You can’t just sneak up on people like that!” She spoke through gritted teeth with furrowed eyebrows to match, trying to control the mix of anger and annoyance that had quickly bubbled up in her. Maggie attempted to keep her cool, but she wasn’t too pleased that he had decided to be meddlesome and take her by surprise. She didn’t even hear him coming! She sighed, beginning to regain her composure as her pulse slowed. The blonde swung her legs to the outside of the railing, letting them dangle towards the ground.

“Well, it was about a dystopian society until you made me drop it.” Her eyes search the bushes below, attempting to locate her lost book, but she sadly couldn’t see it from a first glance. She’d have to go down there if she wanted to find it. She returned her gaze to Uaithne, letting her negative emotions fade away. “Whatever- how is it over there? Everyone on their best behavior?” Maggie nodded her head towards the table in the distance that held the other witchlings, assuming he had already been over there.
In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

As her family’s car rolled down the remote dirt backroad, Maggie sat in the backseat, nose buried deep in a book. She had only started it yesterday and yet somehow, she was already more than halfway done, the stack of pages in her left hand outweighing the stack in the right.

The drive from the Wilson residence in rural Maryland to the coven house was nearly complete, the winding path they were currently on beginning to look familiar. Sure, Maggie was excited about the premise of the summer solstice celebration and her initiation into the coven, but she wasn't all too thrilled about the social aspect. Yes, she had known these kids most of her life, but she still had a hard time interacting with them. They only spent time together when coven meetings came around and she doubted they even liked her. It was sure to be an interesting day and evening, so thank goodness she had at least 10 chapters left of her novel to get her through the event.

“Margaret, are you even listening to me?”

“Mhmm…” The blonde pressed her lips together, indicating she was somewhat paying attention but still not letting her focus falter from the words on the page. Her mother had been droning on for the last five minutes about her own initiation into the coven and reminding Maggie about how important of a day this was going to be for her.

It was at that moment the words on the paper became blurry as they were forcibly ripped away, the culprit being none other than her brother who was sitting next to her. “Mom’s talking to you, nerd.” He spat, a chuckle escaping his lips as he taunted her by holding her book towards the open window.

“Brent, you’re going to make me lose my spot!” Maggie screeched and snatched the book back by it’s thick spine, quickly leafing through the pages and attempting to locate where she left off. She was just getting to a good part and of course he had to ruin it for her.

“Knock it off you two. Can you both at least try to get along today?” Her father begged, pulling into a parking spot and turning off the car. They had reached their destination, evidenced by the throngs of people surrounding the coven house. Turning around to look at his two kids, he smirked. “It’s Maggie’s initiation and the summer solstice, let’s just all try to have a nice time, okay?”

With that, her father opened the door and exited the car, followed by her mother. Maggie quickly followed suit, letting her white keds hit the pavement. She held her book with a vice like grip in her left hand, almost as if it was a safety net. After smoothing out her blue gingham sundress, the blonde let her arms dangle at her sides, the fingertips of her free hand just barely grazing the hem of her skirt. Maggie had originally wanted to wear just the dress on its own, but after the complaints of her mother nearly drove her over the edge of insanity, the blonde slipped on a fitted white shirt with a lettuce hem underneath to appease her. Something about "making a good impression" and all that.

“Let’s hope they don’t throw you to the werewolves, Mags.” Brent snickered, abandoning her quickly to go and find his own friends who were circled up near the tree line. Having been initiated three years prior, he seemed to have a much better grasp on all things coven than she did.

"Not if I throw you to them first." She muttered to only herself as her brother was already long gone. Rolling her eyes, Maggie let her feet tread lightly across the grass towards the designated initiate table she spotted in the distance, glancing around for any excuse not to go over there. Maybe she'd bump into one of her mom's friends or a distant relative and they'd make her tell them how excited she was to be initiated this eve. But once she saw that a small group of witchlings had formed at the table, that was good enough excuse as any, and she immediately turned around and began walking in the opposite direction. Groups weren’t exactly her thing, and she'd much rather go and hide somewhere else than in plain sight.

Instead, Maggie meandered over to the coven house, the maroon and gold façade shimmering in the afternoon sun. Making her way up the rickety stairs and onto the far side of the porch, she propped herself up on the railing and leaned against one of the posts, opening her book once more to continue from where she left off.
In Project Untamed → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

A brilliant red and orange sunset peeked out from behind the mountains in the distance, mirroring this morning's peaceful sunrise. Another day on campus was drawing to a close, and Dr. Wayman was getting ready to speak to the “students” in this evening’s all school assembly as their fearless Headmaster. The famed scientist could have had anyone impersonate the leader of the school, but he took on the responsibility, desiring the opportunity to get to know the test subjects first hand. Dr. Wayman needed to learn about them, understand them better, all while visualising their personality traits up close. No scientific paper or observation from afar could replace a first hand account.

Shrugging off his white lab coat, Dr. Wayman replaced the fabric that draped over his shoulders with a professional blazer, smoothing down the sleeves instinctively as he checked his watch for the time. If he didn’t leave now, he was going to be tardy. With a hurried gate, he grabbed his bullet points and rushed out of his office, ensuring that he closed and locked the door behind him. His suite was located in the farthest depths of the teacher’s wing in the academic building, completely unheard of and unseen by the “students”. There was too much valuable information in there to risk having a test subject stumble across something they shouldn’t lay their eyes on. The older man scurried towards the auditorium, not wanting to be late to his own assembly. After a few minutes of navigating through campus, Dr. Wayman arrived at his destination, already met with students relaxing in the plush stadium seating awaiting his presence.

Clearing his throat, Dr. Wayman- rather, Headmaster Wayman- meagerly approached the microphone, tapping it twice to make sure it was on. Once students had noticed him take the podium, and heard his impromptu mic check, they quieted down and waited expectantly for him to speak. The scientist was not normally a strong public speaker (he spent 95% of his time in the lab), but if he was going to be believable, he needed to put on a show. With his shoulders back and chest lifted, Wayman began to talk.

“Students, thank you for joining me this evening. We are nearly two months into the school year and I hope you have acclimated yourselves to our campus environment. I encourage you all to continue fostering positive relationships with your peers and the faculty. We want nothing more for you to feel at home here at San Agustin.” Dr. Wayman let his eyes drift down to the podium, shifting his papers to get a better look at his announcements. His colleagues had given him this list based on their observations over the past few weeks. Most of them were quite mundane, but nonetheless, he informed the students appropriately.

“Now, just a few orders of housekeeping from the campus staff. Firstly, please keep in mind that mealtimes are concrete. The kitchen personnel work incredibly hard to prepare 50 different catered meals three times a day so please respect them by showing up to the correct meals at the correct times. As a refresher, breakfast is served from 7AM to 10AM, lunch is served from 12PM to 2PM, and dinner is served from 5PM to 7PM. If you show up outside of those times, there is an array of snacks, fresh fruits, veggies, and smoothies to tide you over until the next meal.” In an experiment, you needed to keep everything controlled, and Wayman argued that the students shouldn't be left to their own devices. Meal times needed to stay the same- a routine was necessary.

“Additionally, Halloween is next week. Please feel free to dress up for class if you so desire as the administration is planning a series of events throughout the day in order to celebrate. There are some spooky surprises in store, so it’s sure to be a frightening day. After our on campus festivities, if you choose to observe Halloween in the way that young people seem to do… please do so responsibly.” Dr. Wayman wanted to let out a stifled laugh, already well aware that these students were planning on throwing a “get together” over the weekend, but he held it back. His staff had heard murmurings of it in the cafeteria this morning and quickly let him know that this would be occurring, as they hoped at one point during the experiment they would be able to see the effects of alcohol on the test subjects. They were looking forward to leaving the keys of one of the school vans out in the open for someone to find. After all, they weren’t just going to hand them the booze... they needed to figure it out for themselves or else they may catch on. Dr. Wayman set down his papers and looked directly at the students, knowing exactly what the last announcement was without looking.

“Lastly, and most importantly, on Wednesday the administration will be hosting a school wide scavenger hunt to promote community on our small campus. All students will be split into small teams and will complete both physical and mental challenges together. The goal is to complete each task and do so with the fastest time. The winners will receive a prize, which is still to be determined, but I assure you it will be worth your efforts.” Whisperings of chatter erupted in the auditorium. He could tell this came as a slight shock to some of the students, but nonetheless, he continued.

“Classes will be cancelled in order to accommodate the event. We hope you take this as an opportunity to work collaboratively with your peers in a new and fun way. Your teams are posted outside on the bulletin board and I implore you to connect with them before Wednesday.” Dr. Wayman let a grin slip out from his emotionless façade. He was looking forward to seeing how these kids worked together, for better or for worse. It sure was going to be fun, and not just for the students.

“That will be all. Have a nice evening.”




A scavenger hunt? Really? Who's grand idea was this?

After the assembly, news of the scavenger hunt is what everyone is talking about across campus (including those who admittedly skipped the campus mandated meeting), but even if you're not excited about the event, you're still going to try and enjoy your Monday night.
In Project Untamed → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Location: Cafeteria
Interacting with: Sam @HaleyTheRandom and Sol @Rosalia
Mentions: Theo, Frankie @spooner and Hana @Kitty
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“Sweet, glad I’m not the only one who wants to ditch. What about you Shady, you in?”

As Leo tried to convince Sol to skip the assembly with him and Sam, the door to the cafeteria was flung open, revealing a one Theo Wallstrom sans shirt. The dark haired boy saw red and couldn’t help but roll his eyes- who did this kid think he was anyway? There was only room for one shirtless jackass in this school and that spot solely belonged to Leo. He seriously couldn’t believe that Sol had eyes for this guy. Leo glanced over at her and watched as drool nearly escaped from her mouth, jaw almost touching the floor.

Gross.

He was going to say something, but when he was least expecting it, the dark haired boy could feel someone’s touch graze his back, fingers playfully grasping at his shoulder and nails just barely digging into his skin. Leo had a sixth sense when it came to women, and without even looking, he knew it was Frankie just by the gesture. He craned his head in the direction that she was walking, smirking before letting his eyes drift to other parts of her body. Leo’s mind wandered to their evening together over the weekend- passionate, raw, and lustful, just the way he liked it to be. Just thinking about the things that woman could do was enough to make him go crazy.

His own lewd thoughts were interrupted by Sol seemingly losing all sense of self and unraveling right in front of him. Her eyes were glazed over and she blurted out that Theo had been naked at the pool and they went swimming.

Double gross.

Leo didn’t need to hear that, he didn’t want to hear that, not one bit of it. The thought of Sol going skinny dipping with that guy made him squirm, and not in a good way. He wanted Sol to shut up about her rendezvous for both of their sakes and was about to make that very clear, but was beat to the punch by some klutz falling over their own two feet directly next to where he was sitting, the girl’s face turning as red as a tomato. He immediately couldn’t hold back a fit of laughter, finding the situation too funny to disguise his emotions, even if it was to the poor girl's detriment. As he tried to calm himself down while she scurried away, Sol announced her departure, and hastened to gather her things and make an escape as fast as the girl who fell did.

“Bye, I guess.” Leo responded, annoyance clear in his voice that she left so quickly with not so much as an explanation as to her previous comments and without giving him a chance to bid her adieu. Looking back at Sam, he shrugged, letting out an exasperated sigh and shaking his head. He looked down at his plate, snatching up the extra food gifted to him and shoving it in his mouth chewing happily.

“Women, am I right?”
In Mel's Memory Box → 4 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets

In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Interested! I am working on a CS and it should be up by late tonight or tomorrow.
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