Well, I'm not really angry, or anything. It's weird because I feel like I can sense when posts are forced, and not done because people enjoy them. What's the point of an RP if people don't enjoy it? It's supposed to be a creative outlet and a way to have fun.
Also, there's just the fact that I keep getting Ninja'd by forum glitches. I'm not getting to post because the forum shuts down, and it's starting to make me not want to RP, not because the RP itself is bad, but because the forum is messing up on me, and by the time I can post again, people have already moved the story along where my posts would be invalid.
Anyway, I guess I'll see you guys on the chat, when I get the time.
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Codi Bailey, Atticus Fowler, and Rosette Sauveterre
The trio had been leaving the auditorium when they all had to reflexively cover their ears to protect themselves from the near-deafening roar in the distance. When it had subsided, two were in a sort of panic, while the third remained eerily calm, albeit her breathing sped up, as though readying for some sort of conflict. “What was that!?” Codi exclaimed, the logical answer for any regular person who heard what sounded like a primal beast. Meanwhile, Atticus found himself clenching his fists uneasily, looking in the direction of the sound. Rosette’s eyes darted to and fro, as though scanning for the threat, perhaps thinking it was coming towards them.
“We should investigate this,” Rosette said, her voice quick. “It came from the garden.” She said, looking finally in that direction.
Codi freaked out, “But what if we wind up in the hospital, or something? It’s really big!” She clenched her hands.
Rosette looked between Codi and Atticus, “If you show too much fear, you’d get picked off as targets. Cowardice is good in small amounts; it will keep you from trouble, and if you are in danger, you will know when you can fight, and when it is better to flee. I do not know what Atticus’ power is, but Codi, any creature, armored or not that tries to attack you physically, will probably regret it deeply.” She said, noting that there was the powerful, deadly-looking urchin on her back.
“Come on, we need to figure out what is going on and assess the situation, help, if we can.” She said.
She then proceeded to take off sprinting, moving faster than anything people would expect from a person her small size, and Atticus and Codi were forced to move at top speed to even keep up with her. It did not take long for them to reach the Garden where the commotion was, and when they did, Codi had to stop to catch her breath, as did Atticus. Atticus recovered first, and Codi finally did as well, but Rosette did not show even the faintest hint of exhaustion.
The three of them took in the scene, and were shocked and disturbed by what they saw. The Garden was a wreck, but whatever had occurred seemed to be over. Codi and Atticus were relieved, but Rosette gritted her teeth, “What has happened here? Violence will only make the situation at this school much, much worse!” She said. She then hid the burst of outrage behind a vacant mask, “We need to go in and check to see if anyone needs help. People may have been hurt.”
“Rosette, what can we do? We’re not healers.” Codi said, trying to dissuade her from being too brash in the situation.
Rosette looked at her, “I would not recklessly charge into something without assessing the situation to the best of my ability. Whatever has happened here is over, and though we are not healers, we do not know the scale of the damage done to people. We may carry the wounded so that they may receive medical attention.”
The trio had been leaving the auditorium when they all had to reflexively cover their ears to protect themselves from the near-deafening roar in the distance. When it had subsided, two were in a sort of panic, while the third remained eerily calm, albeit her breathing sped up, as though readying for some sort of conflict. “What was that!?” Codi exclaimed, the logical answer for any regular person who heard what sounded like a primal beast. Meanwhile, Atticus found himself clenching his fists uneasily, looking in the direction of the sound. Rosette’s eyes darted to and fro, as though scanning for the threat, perhaps thinking it was coming towards them.
“We should investigate this,” Rosette said, her voice quick. “It came from the garden.” She said, looking finally in that direction.
Codi freaked out, “But what if we wind up in the hospital, or something? It’s really big!” She clenched her hands.
Rosette looked between Codi and Atticus, “If you show too much fear, you’d get picked off as targets. Cowardice is good in small amounts; it will keep you from trouble, and if you are in danger, you will know when you can fight, and when it is better to flee. I do not know what Atticus’ power is, but Codi, any creature, armored or not that tries to attack you physically, will probably regret it deeply.” She said, noting that there was the powerful, deadly-looking urchin on her back.
“Come on, we need to figure out what is going on and assess the situation, help, if we can.” She said.
She then proceeded to take off sprinting, moving faster than anything people would expect from a person her small size, and Atticus and Codi were forced to move at top speed to even keep up with her. It did not take long for them to reach the Garden where the commotion was, and when they did, Codi had to stop to catch her breath, as did Atticus. Atticus recovered first, and Codi finally did as well, but Rosette did not show even the faintest hint of exhaustion.
The three of them took in the scene, and were shocked and disturbed by what they saw. The Garden was a wreck, but whatever had occurred seemed to be over. Codi and Atticus were relieved, but Rosette gritted her teeth, “What has happened here? Violence will only make the situation at this school much, much worse!” She said. She then hid the burst of outrage behind a vacant mask, “We need to go in and check to see if anyone needs help. People may have been hurt.”
“Rosette, what can we do? We’re not healers.” Codi said, trying to dissuade her from being too brash in the situation.
Rosette looked at her, “I would not recklessly charge into something without assessing the situation to the best of my ability. Whatever has happened here is over, and though we are not healers, we do not know the scale of the damage done to people. We may carry the wounded so that they may receive medical attention.”
Max said
Happens a lot I guess. This site probably runs on sheer willpower instead of anything sensible.
Couldn't agree with you more.
Okay, I'm back. Was I the only person who couldn't load the forum because it was shutting down for some reason? Something about updates?
I am fully aware of the person Jazzy is talking about, but I'm not going to say anything...
Rosette Sauveterre
Rosette looked at the woman, “You are too quick to judge me.” She said, before rising from her seat, “In any case, these events greatly concern me. The Headmaster has handled this situation poorly. There should have been a proper funeral or memorial service. With the culprit running loose, and people deciding to take matters into their own hands, there is no telling how many innocent people will be punished by overzealous vigilante heroes or how many of these people will overestimate their own strength and get injured after picking fights.” She looked around, her voice dropping to a murmur, more to herself than another person, “Speaking of regulations, groups of three at all times…” She mused, before finally walking off, leaving Theresa to her private thoughts.
Rosette was not a person to show her emotions, but by no means was she apathetic. Her ability to reign in her feelings so that logic could prevail had been a necessary evil. If she were to permit herself to experience too much of any emotion, whether it was fear, anger, grief, even happiness; any extreme could result in a disaster. She had to tone down her feelings for the sake of processing information and ensuring that nothing was left out of consideration. It was the only way that she had managed to survive, for she had risked her life on multiple occasions for the sake of research. Why she continued to place herself in a dangerous situation was a mystery, even to Rosette herself, except that an odd combination of revulsion and curiosity motivated her to continue in the use of her dimensional-phasing powers.
Rosette was fully aware that her own behaviors placed her at odds with others, for the most part. Her personality, however, was nothing comparable to that of a pie or cake, if flavor could be some sort of parallel. Most people did not immediately reap any sort of benefit or pleasure from her company; some were even repulsed by it. If Rosette were comparable to a flavor, it was strong, bitter coffee. Some people, rarely, liked it the first time they tried it, some never did. There were also people brave enough to try it multiple times, until they gradually found that they had developed a liking for it. Overall, Rosette had her good points, but people who were too quick to judge her for the sharp bitterness that marked her personality were unlikely to learn what made her truly unique as a person. It was a quite silly-sounding metaphor, but not an entirely bad one.
Codi Bailey, Atticus Fowler, and Rosette Sauveterre
After the speech made by the Headmaster, and then Henry’s outburst, Atticus continued to sit by his friend Codi, who seemed completely stunned. It was not grief or terror that caused her to freeze like a statue, but the sheer lack of emotion on the part of the Headmaster, who was supposed to be responsible for all of the students’ safety. Neither of them took his statement very well, as it was so impersonal and numb to the feelings and emotions of the student body and faculty that it seemed he did not even care at all. They did not know if it was because he genuinely did not care about the person who had died, or if it was because something like the murder had never happened before. Either way, asking people to ignore a murder was a ridiculous request that would never be fulfilled.
“Hey, Atticus…?” Codi asked, finally choking something out, her voice coming out as a weird squeak. He looked at her, keeping his expression stoic, although he hid his hands in his pockets to conceal the fact that they were shaking. “Do you think this sort of thing is normal? A lot of people seemed shocked, but the Headmaster just didn’t seem to act that way…” She drifted off, not sure why she suddenly felt so tired. Once again, the stress was wearing her down. All she wanted to do was crawl into bed and fall asleep. With her limbs as heavy and sore as they felt from the workout yesterday, they might as well have been lumps of coral on the bottom of the ocean floor.
Atticus glimpsed at the empty stage, “I don’t know, but for whatever reason, he sure didn’t capture the hearts of anyone in this auditorium, did he?” He said, his voice conveying more of the emotion that wasn’t apparent on his face. “Look, let’s just find a third person to walk with us and get out of here. Something about this room is starting to bug me, and there isn’t even a real reason why.” He said, before the two got up.
It was then that Rosette walked up to them after having approached from the other side of the room, once again, completely unnoticed. Her sudden appearance startled Atticus, who turned around and backed away quickly upon seeing her, “Oh, yikes! A little warning before you walk up behind people!” He exclaimed, before the shock wore off. “Are you looking for people to leave the auditorium with?” He asked, his face having never changed once.
Rosette tilted her head quizzically, “It is strange how your emotions carry into every aspect of your voice and body language, but never once show on your face.” She commented, before answering, “Yes, I saw you over here, and I do not have anyone else to walk with.”
Codi looked at her, “Hey, Rosette, how is your day?” She asked, the question sounding weird, considering the circumstances.
“My day has been somewhat horrid, but I suspect not a lot of people have had much sleep. Everyone is on edge and giving each other suspicious looks, and a great tension hangs over the entire school. I have been getting some of these looks, and it is enough to make me say that there truly are times that I wish I could sink into the floor and be forgotten, for a time.” She said, “It also makes me want to cry, but I refrain from that.”
Atticus pulled his hands out of his pockets, somehow feeling calmer just by looking at this person who seemed to feel nothing at all, yet stated their emotions. The fact that she could mentally process what she felt and effectively deal with her emotions was to the point that it was almost scary. It had made him suspicious and uneasy before, but after repeated cases where she had clearly been making awkward attempts at friendship, as weak as they were, he had gotten used to it. She had been isolated since the age of eleven, and had been isolated for eleven more years, literally half of her life. He had to be more forgiving, since even one year without any sort of outside contact had been proven to negatively affect people’s ability to talk to strangers. “You never seem like you want to cry.” He said.
Rosette raised an eyebrow at him, a mild facial expression, “Neither do you, until you get caught off-guard.” She said.
Rosette looked at the woman, “You are too quick to judge me.” She said, before rising from her seat, “In any case, these events greatly concern me. The Headmaster has handled this situation poorly. There should have been a proper funeral or memorial service. With the culprit running loose, and people deciding to take matters into their own hands, there is no telling how many innocent people will be punished by overzealous vigilante heroes or how many of these people will overestimate their own strength and get injured after picking fights.” She looked around, her voice dropping to a murmur, more to herself than another person, “Speaking of regulations, groups of three at all times…” She mused, before finally walking off, leaving Theresa to her private thoughts.
Rosette was not a person to show her emotions, but by no means was she apathetic. Her ability to reign in her feelings so that logic could prevail had been a necessary evil. If she were to permit herself to experience too much of any emotion, whether it was fear, anger, grief, even happiness; any extreme could result in a disaster. She had to tone down her feelings for the sake of processing information and ensuring that nothing was left out of consideration. It was the only way that she had managed to survive, for she had risked her life on multiple occasions for the sake of research. Why she continued to place herself in a dangerous situation was a mystery, even to Rosette herself, except that an odd combination of revulsion and curiosity motivated her to continue in the use of her dimensional-phasing powers.
Rosette was fully aware that her own behaviors placed her at odds with others, for the most part. Her personality, however, was nothing comparable to that of a pie or cake, if flavor could be some sort of parallel. Most people did not immediately reap any sort of benefit or pleasure from her company; some were even repulsed by it. If Rosette were comparable to a flavor, it was strong, bitter coffee. Some people, rarely, liked it the first time they tried it, some never did. There were also people brave enough to try it multiple times, until they gradually found that they had developed a liking for it. Overall, Rosette had her good points, but people who were too quick to judge her for the sharp bitterness that marked her personality were unlikely to learn what made her truly unique as a person. It was a quite silly-sounding metaphor, but not an entirely bad one.
Codi Bailey, Atticus Fowler, and Rosette Sauveterre
After the speech made by the Headmaster, and then Henry’s outburst, Atticus continued to sit by his friend Codi, who seemed completely stunned. It was not grief or terror that caused her to freeze like a statue, but the sheer lack of emotion on the part of the Headmaster, who was supposed to be responsible for all of the students’ safety. Neither of them took his statement very well, as it was so impersonal and numb to the feelings and emotions of the student body and faculty that it seemed he did not even care at all. They did not know if it was because he genuinely did not care about the person who had died, or if it was because something like the murder had never happened before. Either way, asking people to ignore a murder was a ridiculous request that would never be fulfilled.
“Hey, Atticus…?” Codi asked, finally choking something out, her voice coming out as a weird squeak. He looked at her, keeping his expression stoic, although he hid his hands in his pockets to conceal the fact that they were shaking. “Do you think this sort of thing is normal? A lot of people seemed shocked, but the Headmaster just didn’t seem to act that way…” She drifted off, not sure why she suddenly felt so tired. Once again, the stress was wearing her down. All she wanted to do was crawl into bed and fall asleep. With her limbs as heavy and sore as they felt from the workout yesterday, they might as well have been lumps of coral on the bottom of the ocean floor.
Atticus glimpsed at the empty stage, “I don’t know, but for whatever reason, he sure didn’t capture the hearts of anyone in this auditorium, did he?” He said, his voice conveying more of the emotion that wasn’t apparent on his face. “Look, let’s just find a third person to walk with us and get out of here. Something about this room is starting to bug me, and there isn’t even a real reason why.” He said, before the two got up.
It was then that Rosette walked up to them after having approached from the other side of the room, once again, completely unnoticed. Her sudden appearance startled Atticus, who turned around and backed away quickly upon seeing her, “Oh, yikes! A little warning before you walk up behind people!” He exclaimed, before the shock wore off. “Are you looking for people to leave the auditorium with?” He asked, his face having never changed once.
Rosette tilted her head quizzically, “It is strange how your emotions carry into every aspect of your voice and body language, but never once show on your face.” She commented, before answering, “Yes, I saw you over here, and I do not have anyone else to walk with.”
Codi looked at her, “Hey, Rosette, how is your day?” She asked, the question sounding weird, considering the circumstances.
“My day has been somewhat horrid, but I suspect not a lot of people have had much sleep. Everyone is on edge and giving each other suspicious looks, and a great tension hangs over the entire school. I have been getting some of these looks, and it is enough to make me say that there truly are times that I wish I could sink into the floor and be forgotten, for a time.” She said, “It also makes me want to cry, but I refrain from that.”
Atticus pulled his hands out of his pockets, somehow feeling calmer just by looking at this person who seemed to feel nothing at all, yet stated their emotions. The fact that she could mentally process what she felt and effectively deal with her emotions was to the point that it was almost scary. It had made him suspicious and uneasy before, but after repeated cases where she had clearly been making awkward attempts at friendship, as weak as they were, he had gotten used to it. She had been isolated since the age of eleven, and had been isolated for eleven more years, literally half of her life. He had to be more forgiving, since even one year without any sort of outside contact had been proven to negatively affect people’s ability to talk to strangers. “You never seem like you want to cry.” He said.
Rosette raised an eyebrow at him, a mild facial expression, “Neither do you, until you get caught off-guard.” She said.
Rosette Sauveterre
Rosette was glad to see that Henry had gone onstage and spoken against the Headmaster’s wishes, even if it resulted in some form or fashion of punishment, for the lizard-man. Although she had wished the whole murder incident had never happened, it was not something that people could forget. Asking them to pretend that someone hadn’t had their life brutally ripped away would bring nothing but scorn and contempt. Rosette, who had seen things and been in situations far more horrifying than a murderer running on the loose, did not like forgetting things. The whole point of not forgetting was not just so that the criminal could be captured, but so that the people who remained would be more cautious about their course of action.
Although Rosette doubted she could ever participate in any sort of investigation, she stood up, following Theresa’s lead, though she did not clap, as it was so unlike her that the concept felt alien. She was detached from the grief the person next to her felt, but she still supported her course of action, and moved to display this. Rosette was not a bad person, however much people viewed her to be self-centered, macabre, or depressing. She had merely seen too much of something that made enjoying life difficult. Rosette both hated and envied people who loved their lives, but in the end, she could not bear the idea of seeing someone so happy becoming depressed and bitter like her.
When the assembly was over, and people began to leave or move to talk to their friends, Rosette turned to look at Theresa, “I think you will be fine, but I will say this, anyway. If you need someone to talk to, or are no longer sure of what you should do, I will listen, even if no one else does.” She looked around the room, “I did not know your friend, but nobody simply forgets or ignores something like this. It is crazy to expect that, also.”
Rosette was glad to see that Henry had gone onstage and spoken against the Headmaster’s wishes, even if it resulted in some form or fashion of punishment, for the lizard-man. Although she had wished the whole murder incident had never happened, it was not something that people could forget. Asking them to pretend that someone hadn’t had their life brutally ripped away would bring nothing but scorn and contempt. Rosette, who had seen things and been in situations far more horrifying than a murderer running on the loose, did not like forgetting things. The whole point of not forgetting was not just so that the criminal could be captured, but so that the people who remained would be more cautious about their course of action.
Although Rosette doubted she could ever participate in any sort of investigation, she stood up, following Theresa’s lead, though she did not clap, as it was so unlike her that the concept felt alien. She was detached from the grief the person next to her felt, but she still supported her course of action, and moved to display this. Rosette was not a bad person, however much people viewed her to be self-centered, macabre, or depressing. She had merely seen too much of something that made enjoying life difficult. Rosette both hated and envied people who loved their lives, but in the end, she could not bear the idea of seeing someone so happy becoming depressed and bitter like her.
When the assembly was over, and people began to leave or move to talk to their friends, Rosette turned to look at Theresa, “I think you will be fine, but I will say this, anyway. If you need someone to talk to, or are no longer sure of what you should do, I will listen, even if no one else does.” She looked around the room, “I did not know your friend, but nobody simply forgets or ignores something like this. It is crazy to expect that, also.”
So many movie and novel allusions...
Well, telling people to forget that a murder happened right in their backyard when the killer is still at large generally won't go over well.
I actually thought when you said 'drink' you meant alcohol, too. It's like unless you specify it as 'pop' or 'soda' you're doomed to give people that impression.
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