Rightful Heir

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

arιa delaney

oυтғιт
locaтιon:
Homeroom
ιnтeracтιonѕ:
Clyde @KlayKid || Oberon @LovelyAnastasia || Ebony @mskennedy615
мenтιonѕ:
Derek @alexfangtalon || Jacob @smarty0114

“I m-mean... I'll be alright. My friend is gone so it feels lonely is all. But... thanks... you know, for your concern. I truly appreciate it.” Clyde had smiled but as soon as it appeared, it disappeared. Aria attempted a genuine half-smile back at him, knowing full well what it was like to lose friends to a move. “So... have any ideas about that, uh, project?” During this time, Aria watched as Derek walked down the isle between hers and Clyde's seats, delivering some folded up piece of paper while staring over Aria's head at Oberon. The look alone made Aria slightly uncomfortable, but only in a way that she assumed the kid was staring at Oberon because of his differences with the rest of the class. The one goth kid among the masses. Tall, dark and brooding, himself. Aria shrugged off the encounter and turned her attention back to Clyde to respond to his question. "Actually, I do. I previously did a volcano project at my middle school in the district next door for my 7th grade year. Got a B+ on it. Shouldn't be too hard to re-do."

"I apologize deeply if I offended you tender sensibilities, miss, but I am... itching to be done with this entire experience," Aria glanced down at nothing in particular, her eyes widening slightly as if saying, 'Lord help me.' Turning halfway to face Oberon again, she listened intently to his rant, even though it was pretty pointless. He wanted nothing to do with the group, but wanted to be sure each person was to do their job on account they would all get a passing grade for their group efforts, willingly or not. She saw his gaze fall behind her a couple seats and she knew who he'd been staring at, not particularly caring to follow said gaze. She kept her eyes forward, hearing Oberon specifically call her attention, causing her to come back into focus. Tell me, miss, are you willing to protect our little science project at your place? I hear you are good at that sort of thing."

Before she could respond, someone else piped into the conversation. A voice she'd not personally heard much from since school started. "While I do agree that this project is a bit... childish, I do think we can still have a lil' bit of fun with it." Aria turned to meet the eyes of Ebony. She'd seen the girl a few times outside of the classrooms, seemed to be a pretty chill chick. Aria had no qualms with working alongside her. "Construction can be my job, I guess.. with a bit of help, of course. We can make it unique; something more creative than your average second-grade volcano project... I can even keep it at my house, if Aria can't, or doesn't want to." Her gaze then turned on Clyde. "So yeah, we should most def' exchange numbers."

Mental groan. This was the one thing Aria was trying to avoid, at least for some people, anyway. However, Aria nodded in agreement and played it off like a true sport, writing down her name and number several times on a piece of paper. She began ripping out individual sets as she spoke to Ebony. "I've got some experience with making these.. atrocities. It matters little to me who houses the construction part of this project.. but if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to help with that." She smiled towards Ebony as she handed her one of the paper shreds with her number on it, then giving each of her other project-mates one as well. Even tossing Jacob a crumpled up piece of paper, hitting him square in the forehead, but her number was not written on this paper. They hadn't exchanged so much as a word since finding out they had the same class together, and Aria planned to keep it that way, she just couldn't resist. She quickly turned away with an evil little smirk on her face, her shoulders hunched over slightly as if she was waiting for the blow-back.

yeaн, ι don'т тнιnĸ ѕo.

'Cause baby now we got bad blood
now we got problems
And I don't think we can solve them :b

Aria

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qυιnтen rυмanceĸ

oυтғιт
locaтιon:
Homeroom
ιnтeracтιonѕ:
Poetry @LovelyAnastasia || Lily @smarty0114
мenтιonѕ:
Nathan @MechonRaptor || Nicoletta @Fabricant451 || Ezera @King Tai

With his friend now occupied, Quinten held his guitar up above the ground as he picked himself up off the floor, dusting off his arse before turning to walk back towards his seat. Not so fast. As he went to walk down the isle he sat in, a blonde girl came walking down the very isle, blocking his path. Quinten raised an eyebrow as he looked her over, then realizing who she was. Poetry. Poetry Sundance. One of his project companions. Besides himself, that left Nathaniel Anderson, Nicoletta Soriano, Ezera Porter, and Lily for their group.

"Group Five, get hip to this jive. On this project you'd think you flew. Keep up with me and maybe you're grades will stay alive." There was a few moments pause, but she continued her speech. "Catch it, I already pulled books from the library on two of the most slammin' lava-shooters." Quinten tenderly took the paper from Poetry, skimming over what it had written in ink as she handed copies out to the rest of their group. "Pompeii or Mt. Fuji," Quinten noticed her smile seemed to reach from ear to ear, half wondering if she was just genuinely this peppy or if she was one of those who liked to hide a fractured spirit behind a beautiful smile. He made a mental note to maybe ask her on another day, when they might know each other a bit better. Quinten seemed to always fall for the girls with troubled pasts. "Both are listed, twisted, and totally rung out of all the info available in our library in the outline I drew up. History is somethin' pretty ace wit' me, so I got my wheels spinnin' on day two. Anyway, it's not like I had much to do."

Quinten was busy reading over the paper still as she spoke, but once he realized she'd stopped talking, he glanced up and mentally jumped. She was staring right at him with a particular look about her, causing Quinten to raise an eyebrow at such a peculiar stare. Clearing his throat nervously, finding it hard to put together a simple sentence, thankful Lily had taken the opportunity to speak up. "I'll help build the volcano! Make it look all pretty! We can totally use my place as a home base too," Quinten nodded with agreement. "Sounds like a plan to me. Since Poetry already has quite a bit of the research done already, I'll hop in on construction too, if that's cool? I researched how to build these things. I've actually got a lot of the materials at home. I could bring them to Jake and Caleb's house tonight so you could take it home with you, Lily, so you have it at your place, if you'd like?"

тнe lιĸeѕ oғ υѕ ✦ ѕυrvιval role play

мcĸenna avery ĸnowleѕ

Interacting With ☬ Co^(le)-Pilot @Pilatus ☬
^{Get it..Cole the Pilot ~ Cole-Pilot! Haha.. okay, don't laugh at my puns.. it's okay. No one does}

Kenna dismissed the pilot's need for grouping together for a pep talk and the suggestion to sit down. Not with the way her head had been feeling, but she wouldn't let anyone on to that. She knew just how to act to make it seem like she was okay, Kenna always had such major control over herself with even the worst of wounds bothering her. She however heard inventory was needed to be inspected, perking her interest to help out, suddenly. "Let me find my luggage pack and I'll help you with that, sir." Making her way back to the cargo hold, Kenna twisted the latch open and yanked the door ajar, immediately spotting her bag. Grabbing the damned thing, she pulled it closer to her and knelt down to dig through it. Grabbing out the two loaded mags, shoving one of them up into her Tavor SAR-16, then unfolded and locked her Kel-Tec SU-16B into place, repeating the same step. Sliding the Kel-Tec strap over her shoulder, she picked out a single set of clothes she could wear, a new shirt to change into, her notebooks and the two extra empty mags with a couple ammo boxes to accompany them.. shoving all but the shirt she'd brought out to change in to her carry-on. She wouldn't need the rest, and she knew that. The plane didn't have enough on it to sustain them till help arrived, if it did at all. Things like this were easy for Kenna to get through, she'd done it a couple of times back in the day. This would be no different.

Returning to the front of the plane, Kenna saw the pink haired female and the man she'd previously helped getting warm together, exchanging conversation. It was good to see from the both of them, it meant they didn't sustain terrible injuries that would have most definitely knocked them out again by now. Kenna on the other hand was having issues standing straight, but refused to let herself sit down. Shit had to get done. She made her way passed the ethnically mixed man, stopping a few feet away to turn and watch him continue going over the bodies marking x's on the deceased people's foreheads. Her lips formed a hard, thin line as she witnessed him do this, taking a slight offense to it but decided not to speak on it. She knew it would help in the long run, but felt it highly disrespectful to do such a thing, instead, tried to ignore it. Kenna knelt down to a child she noticed slumped over in their seat with the upper half of their, one could only assume, parent's body collapsed over them. Most likely to shield the poor child in hopes of survival, for at least one of them.

First, Kenna checked the adult but quickly moved on to check the child's pulse when she found none on the parent. Kenna's heart dropped. There was a pulse. Almost in a panic, she immediately pushed the parent's shielding body off the child and sat the dirty-blond boy up in his seat, looking him over. "We got another live one, over here. Child. Seat 9, Row J," she called out towards the Pilot up front. The poor boy was out cold. Releasing his seat belt, Kenna gently tapped the boy's cheek a few times to attempt waking him. "Hey there, buddy. Can you hear me? Come on, bud. Wake up." It wasn't much longer before the boy's eyes fluttered open, his expression quite confused as he looked around the inside of the plane. That is, until he found himself looking over at his bloody, motionless father beside him, in which he screamed out indefinitely, scrambling away from the lifeless body in which he broke down into immediate tears.

"Daddy! The boy screamed, his whole body language proved to those around him in the room that he was conflicted. Would he stay away or rush to try waking him? Before he could make a decision, Kenna gently grabbed up the young boy with her left arm barred over his chest and the other beneath his legs to put him in a sit position in her grasp. The small boy kicked and screamed, screaming for his father all the while Kenna quietly 'shhhh'd him repeatedly to try and calm him down. She realized the time he'd began thrashing about in her arms, he seemed to cradle his right arm against his chest. Kenna decided to focus his attention on that. "Hey, hey hey hey.. buddy. Easy, now." Gently, Kenna sat the boy down in an empty seat in the front row far away from where his lifeless parent was, waiting till he looked her in the eye, still sniffling and hyperventilating. His eyes were forced into slits, which was probably due to his growing headache he had to have had by now from a possible concussion and crying to add to it.

Kenna tucked her hair behind her ear and gently shifted the gun strapped over her shoulder, looking back into the little boy's eyes. "Hey there. Are you hurting anywhere besides here?" she gestured to his lower stomach where his seat belt had been, knowing full well he'd have some kind of bruising there from the impact. The boy nodded slowly, tenderly holding his arm up an inch above where it'd been laying before. "Well, I used to be a doctor in the military back in the day. Mind if I take a look at your arm? Might hurt a little, but it's best we check out what's wrong with your arm now before it gets hurt worse, okay?" His slow nod assured her it was alright as she began to gently squeeze his arm as she ran her hands over his little arm, pulling her hand away when he lets out a tiny cry. There was a fairly large lump protruding from his forearm, it had to be broken.

The Wanderers of Druid Peak

♛ Trevor (@Polaris North), Anum (@GhostWing), & Chinua (@The ElvenQueen) ♛

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Denali dipped his head towards Trevor respectfully, flashing a toothy grin his way before he turned his gaze back to his mate. His smile softened even more and he nodded. "It's settled then. Would you mind helping Anum if she needs it?" Denali noticed Anum submit before him, his heart dropping into his stomach. Even a year later and he still wasn't used to being submitted to. "There's no need for that, my friend. We're equals. All of us. I know it's hard to get used to the way I run things, compared to the Alpha before me, but.. I hope in time you'll be able to accept it." He gave Anum a soft, friendly smile before turning away, stopping again as he saw two blurs pass. Robin took off with her patrol partner, Denali managed to call out after her, "Be safe!" Turning back to Chinua, he stayed close to her side and helped her every step of the way walking towards the river. He knew how much it frustrated her to be walking so slow, so a couple of times he playfully stepped twice as slow as her and called to her when he began to fall behind, "Wait for me, I have widdle wegs!" He chuckled softly and sped his pace up to match hers again, only doing it twice before sticking to her like glue, fearing him not being there at her side would be the cause of something happening. Denali looked up from his mate to see that they'd grown fairly close to the water, his tail began wagging happily. "We're almost there, momma. Stay with me." He gently nuzzled her neck and walked in tune with her.

Pack of Vandrow (Remake and open for players)

ιnтeracтιng wιтн: Little Anum, Zoru, and Lila
@GhostWing || @The ElvenQueen

Desaius, too, chuckled at the little one's fear of the big bad ol' elders. Although coming from a child, it almost felt good to be feared. At a time in his prime, he'd been quite a hunter and even killed a few rival pack members. In his youth, he even boasted about how he'd gotten into a fight with a Tiger. Claimed he had killed it but in truth only seriously injured the poor cat, however it got him fairly well, too. That's where most of his current pains of today came from, besides nearly being crippled as a pup. Looking to Anum, Desaius lowered his head and raised his rear in the air in a play-bow, flashing a wolfy grin towards the youngin'. "It's okay. I'd be afraid of me too, if I was you." Desaius knew he hadn't been the friendliest, or most impressionable of wolves in the years before, but secretly hoped to turn that around. The years he'd spent bitter and angry towards the very pack that took him in weren't really ill feelings towards them, it was towards himself but he never knew how to show that emotion properly. In his old age, he'd come to much more of an understanding of what he thought of his pack in his youth. He'd spent the years mad at them for not hating him like they should have. He'd been from an enemy pack, and the Alphas being who they were, had lovingly taken the young pup in. What made his frustrations worse was when he wasn't picked to be Alpha although he was the adopted son of the Alphas, but Reaver had been picked to be their successor. Even though Desaius had since come to terms with it all, he still didn't much care for the Alpha. Desaius almost dared Reaver quite a number of times to do something about his rebellious behaviors, but instead he'd just let him go. Thinking about the whole situation in that moment caused Desaius to stop, his smile slowly fading as he half stood and looked towards Zoru, then at Lila. "Has anyone seen Reaver? Haven't seen the bugger in quite a while. Not since morning call."

ιnтeracтιng wιтн: Kita (briefly) || Stalking: Axel
@GhostWing

Aleu smiled Kita's way before disappearing in the trees, letting her feet take her across the lands she knew as home. She managed to make it back to the pond where she'd taken the pups for a morning drink and crossed the distance around to the side she'd seen the male from before. Her nose sunk to the ground and she inhaled his feint scent deeply into her nostrils, Aleu's tail gently waving back and forth. Following the trail, it didn't take her long to spot the white male laying down in the grass. Aleu stood a few yards away to watch him cautiously, her ears perked high on her head and her tail gently curved down in a happy, but submissive position. Her head tilted at his words, the tip of her tail moving just slightly. 'He's quite the handsome devil, I'll give him that,' she thought to herself.

ιnтeracтιng wιтн: Chincf
@The ElvenQueen

Once the goat was placed safely on the ground, Kai looked around but couldn't see either Cahira nor Reaver anywhere, overhearing Desaius asking about them as well. Looking at Chincf, he sat down and gestured towards the goat with a respectful grin. "You and your queen have first dibs, it seems."

ιnтeracтιng wιтн: No one just yet

Shadow opened her mouth to start announcing the feast that would commence in moments, but as always, Chincf beat her to the punch. She let out a deep sigh mixed with a slight laugh, turning away from the goat to walk to the den's entrance, hopping up on the top of it where she'd been before the hunting party got together this morning. Taking her place looking out over the whole clearing, Shadow decided to close her eyes for a few and rest before she went out hunting again, alone with Opal. Shadow was always ready to hunt, but after going so long without too decent a meal and how much energy she'd put into the hunt that just came to an end.. she deserved a 5 minute rest period. It wasn't her turn to eat, anyway. Having overheard Desaius and Kai, it dawned on her that Cahira and Reaver hadn't been around since morning call. Shadow shrugged off the thought and had it in her mind that it meant more for the rest of the pack, and a faster wait time till she herself got to chow down on a decent meal.

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

I'll be getting a post up tonight! Probably won't be for another hour or two. Got 2-3 other RPs I have to reply to that I've sadly been neglecting. Definitely will have a post for Arrowsmith tonight, though.

EDIT: Starting my post now. Finally done with my other posts for the night after this one!

Second EDIT: Done.. finally. ...........

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

They had the goth kid, Creepy Clyde, that photographer chick, some kid he didn't know too well, and the bitch.

@smarty0114

I'm think I just died a little

The Start of a Revolution (Pokemon Rebellion RP)

Will be getting this RP started officially as late as tomorrow evening. I will be making the first IC post by then. Last calls before its started! We'll always be accepting, though!

☬ Pokemon Insurgence ☬ {{ Always Accepting }} ☬

Just wanted to make it known, @Dusksong did in fact run their CS by me before posting it to CHAR tab. Just a reminder, if you all would, please post it here in the OOC or send through PMs. Thank you, guys :)

I'll be making a reply either tonight or tomorrow. This one, considering how new it is, will be at the bottom of my 5-7 RP post list. I will be posting for the others, and if I can't get to Uprising tonight, I will do it after I call in to my new job to get an update on my hiring process. Again, thank you guys for being so patient! ^^

Hunger Games or Harry Potter-Based (Still Searching for RP Partner)

bump

A Tattooed Girl's Cafe

"I Miss You"

^{Written October 2nd, 2016.}

I.M.Y.

I'm really missing you
and living under the same roof.
I miss our long nights awake
being with you, my night would make.

Any few moments I get to see you, now
late at night make me cry aloud.
Not because our time makes me sad
I just miss you real, real bad.

Baby, I can't wait to see you again,
can't wait to be cuddled together in bed.
Did I mention just how much I miss you?
I can see in your eyes how much you miss me, too.