I don't have much to say. It'd be kool to have it linked up there since it's a nice fall back if ever RPG goes down. And I know there are something like 29 users over there who maybe looking for someone on RPG and since there's now PM system yet we could use that. Or something.
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Yeah yeah I'm still alive don't look so disappointed.
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Wow. Haven't been on here in a along time.
Anyway I'm from the old site but I haven't been on here for quite a bit. I have bouts of wanting to RP
Anyway I'm from the old site but I haven't been on here for quite a bit. I have bouts of wanting to RP
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Franke could swear that the sound of his alarm was the sound one heard at the gates of hell. He immediately silenced to dreadful screech and and sat up, stretching and trying to wake himself up. It was early and his summer sleeping schedule did not prepare him for this. He got out of bed and went for the dorm's shower. Most people were still asleep but he wanted to be ready for the first day of the new school year.
He showered for about fifteen minutes before going back to his room with a towel around his waist. Franke dressed quickly in his school uniform. It had a starched stiffness to it and he had to move around to even fell comfortable.
"Why is there so much gray in the uniforms?" He wondered to himself. "So drab and dull." Franke ran a thumb across one of the yellow accents, at least there was a little color.
He went to the the closet and opened it up, digging deep into the pile of clothes in the back corner until he felt something cold and metal. It was his secret stash of goodies. It was a Christmas cookie tin that depicted a nature scene of a snow covered forest with little deer grazing. Inside was all sorts of drug paraphernalia, such as: His pipe, a lighter, a small baggie of pot, and ten edibles. When he opened it the stench of weed flooded from it and he inhaled it a bit. "Yummy." He said to himself. Franke grabbed a small cookie and ate it, he thought of it as a nice little way to start the day with a smile. Before he snapped the lid back on and replaced it in the recesses of his closet he noticed that his Baggie of little green buds was getting a tad light and made a mental note to get some more when he could.
And with that he grabbed his backpack and left the dormitory. By now class would be starting soon and he began his way to History. As he passed through the main hall he stopped a moment and looked around.
"Man. Look at all the freshies." He said eyeing at all of the people smaller than him.
As he looked around he noticed how similar and dull everyone looked in the same outfit and he wondered why uniforms were mandatory. He thought it was stupid and wanted to wear his own clothes. As he thought about the uniforms he barely noticed a small freshman girl nearly get pegged by a basketball, and almost trampled by the flurry of basketball players chasing after it. He laughed it off as the church bells rang, church was never his thing and he could already feel the cookie getting to him so he ignored it and kept walking.
When he got to history he took a spot in the back and waited in a giggling haze for class to start.
He showered for about fifteen minutes before going back to his room with a towel around his waist. Franke dressed quickly in his school uniform. It had a starched stiffness to it and he had to move around to even fell comfortable.
"Why is there so much gray in the uniforms?" He wondered to himself. "So drab and dull." Franke ran a thumb across one of the yellow accents, at least there was a little color.
He went to the the closet and opened it up, digging deep into the pile of clothes in the back corner until he felt something cold and metal. It was his secret stash of goodies. It was a Christmas cookie tin that depicted a nature scene of a snow covered forest with little deer grazing. Inside was all sorts of drug paraphernalia, such as: His pipe, a lighter, a small baggie of pot, and ten edibles. When he opened it the stench of weed flooded from it and he inhaled it a bit. "Yummy." He said to himself. Franke grabbed a small cookie and ate it, he thought of it as a nice little way to start the day with a smile. Before he snapped the lid back on and replaced it in the recesses of his closet he noticed that his Baggie of little green buds was getting a tad light and made a mental note to get some more when he could.
And with that he grabbed his backpack and left the dormitory. By now class would be starting soon and he began his way to History. As he passed through the main hall he stopped a moment and looked around.
"Man. Look at all the freshies." He said eyeing at all of the people smaller than him.
As he looked around he noticed how similar and dull everyone looked in the same outfit and he wondered why uniforms were mandatory. He thought it was stupid and wanted to wear his own clothes. As he thought about the uniforms he barely noticed a small freshman girl nearly get pegged by a basketball, and almost trampled by the flurry of basketball players chasing after it. He laughed it off as the church bells rang, church was never his thing and he could already feel the cookie getting to him so he ignored it and kept walking.
When he got to history he took a spot in the back and waited in a giggling haze for class to start.
I gave up. If someone knows how to connect to that IRC from an iPhone using an app for the love of god tell me. And goodnight for now.
Pree said
Hey Mr. Shoe! Welcome to the RP! If you want please come to the Guild IRC so that I can answer questions about the rp and stuff. If I'm not there, Kangaroo, EXMEDIC or someone else can help you with the same :).
Sorry. I am having a helluva time trying to get this shit to work. I'm getting an IRC client right now though.
Still no numbers!
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