Meridian

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

I'm waiting on you guys to post. Everyone there?

Eragon RP?

The magic seems to be very limited, and that was a major draw for me. I don't understand, what would be the plot of the RP? Would we be playing as regular people?

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Grant stopped halfway out, turning to look at Jareth. Grant had to give it to the guy, he was really trying to keep this whole thing together. That or he just had it easier. He shrugged, a wry look on his face. "Yeah, the ladies just don't stop coming. Must I be so attractive?" He gave a half-hearted dramatic sigh, raising an eyebrow at Jar. He looked at Hunter. "I'm not gonna ask how you got yourself shot, but we do need to know how long till we can drag your dumb ass out of here." Grant had never had the chance to come to terms with the sight of Hunter kissing Addie, and although he wanted to forgive him, he wasn't quite sure he had just yet.

He leaned against the wall, tilting his head back and massaging his head with a sigh. "I've got to get back to school," he murmured, for the guys' benefit even though he hadn't directed it at them. The word vacation sounded like a joke about now. His thoughts drifted to Delilah. He'd had no idea about her baby, about her issues. He'd just thought of her as Addie's overprotective and bitchy friend, but all that? He hoped Addie could help her. Grant had no idea how to feel about the idea Addie was dealing with everyone's issues but her own.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Guys school's freaking busy but I don't wanna go so y'all are going to have to bear with me please :D

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

No problem, as long as you're still around. :)

Also, I wouldn't say Jareth has any kind of 'look' on his face that Grant would be able to detect. Nothing actually happened yet. Try not to metagame, so when the betrayal is actually discovered, your character will be geuininely shocked.

@Silent Observer

Just saw this. Noted!

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Is Grant dead? I think I'm playing a ghost o.O

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Sorry for the inactivity, guys! School started a couple weeks ago, I've been super busy since :P

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Grant sat quietly in the corner of the room. He didn't think he had anything to say to anyone, he sat quietly through Hunter's questioning, at Delilah's statement that she was going to leave, through all the discussions everyone had. The one time he almost said something was upon watching Addie and Jareth walk back into the room. He could see the look in Jareth's eyes, the look on Addie's face, and Grant was certain they were never getting back together. Not least because it looked like his 'best friend' Jareth had decided his next conquest was going to be Addie. How fucked up could this vacation get? Now both his friends had betrayed him to some extent. Addie seemed intent on hurting Grant as much as he must have hurt her. At least, for some twisted reason, he hoped that was the case. It was better than her forgetting him completely, somehow. He looked round at the room. Hunter with his gunshot, everybody in stages of some sort of pain. So much for a getaway.

He was wasting his time, he realized. There was nothing, no one for him here. What was he even doing on a vacation? He should have been working, studying, interning somewhere, anything. God knew he couldn't afford this kind of thing ordinarily. It was obvious this place had only messed him up more, when he needed to be at the top of his game all the time. Time to go home. He didn't waste the time Delilah had on announcing to the room. It was unlikely they would care. He stood up and walked out casually, as if nothing was amiss.

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

Zephyr was immune to the death song.

Except it made him turn into a giant ass demon.

"Prepare to get fucked." He boomed, all demon-like.

And with that he went to fuck shit up.

Lance died and all the pretty girls in the kingdom cried.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Iridessa no longer had any time to admire the Scar. It turned out she could apply her skills against the harpies, drakes and miscellaneous storm denizens, and had a grand old time burning them to cinders. She'd never seen the creatures before. They were wonders to look at, albeit horrific ones. As much as she enjoyed the chance to test her skills, she found herself tiring quickly. It took significant portions of her strength to vanquish any one of the creatures, and the conditions of the Scar didn't make it any easier. Buffeted by strong winds carrying whole deserts' worth of dust, and the constant thunder and flashes of bright light were starting to grate. Looking around, she realized the events on deck around her were equally chaotic. They were limited, and the storm was not. The shouts of the commander reflected that, and Dess willingly retreated, using the last of her strength to blast through an attacking harpy. She made it to the stairway relatively unharmed, although a sheen of sweat covered her body.