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Banned for floating.
Banned for hypocrisy!
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Location: Paradise I mean, the locker room... for girls.
Interacting With: One of my best friends
Location: Paradise I mean, the locker room... for girls.
Interacting With: One of my best friends
Uniforms weren't necessary unless you were in one of the 'competitive' sports the school had to offer, which weren't many and consisted of faces everyone knew. Small school, remember? As long as you followed dress code to a degree, you could wear whatever you wanted. For gym class, Coach preferred if the ladies didn't showcase their stomach and cleavage, but other than that he was pretty lenient. He didn't want to seem like a tyrant of a gym teacher.
Rachel Watts, Westworth's 'basket case' (thanks, dad), had already stripped out of her outfit of the day, which was on the more preppy side, she supposed, and currently was standing in front of a locker putting her black gym shorts on over her floral rose colored underwear. Her sports bra matched in a pinkish red tint but unlike her underwear, it did not have lace, design, or anything engaging. Her sneakers rested on the bench, along with her perfectly folded gray tee. There was a hair tie around her wrist, a single beauty mark above her belly button, and as she bent over, a tumble of her blonde curls spilled over her shoulders and cascaded in the air. The color of smooth honey when in the light, there was warm reddish hues and a hint of butterscotch. Rather than make her look washed out, her thick hair gave her round and pale face a sunny disposition, only adding to her memorable smile.
The blonde that stood at 5'6" and weighed a lovely 119 lbs made an indistinct sniffle nose, wafting in the odor trailing in the girls’ locker room, “Ash... did you just get done smoking?” she finished pulling her shorts up. They had taken a detour to gym class so they were most likely missing warm ups right now.
“Huh?” Came a voice, followed by a giant tidal wave of deep blue hair crashing around the corner. Ash brushed it out of her face, looking at Rach with a squint as the locker room lights revealed her freckles. “Oh, uh, heyyyy. Yeah, guilty.” She giggled, disappearing again before reappearing with many various items of clothing. “I had no idea anyone else was in here. You’re not gonna tell the coach, right?”
“Oh please, you know me better than that.” Rachel reached inside the locker and dug into her backpack, pulling out her vanilla perfume, “This isn’t much and I only use it if I reallyyyy need it, but it’ll cover up some of the smell.” She approached her friend, still very much only in her sports bra and shorts. Offering her scent to Ashley, she added with a grin, “If anything you can totally act a little koo-koo like me and Coach will think you haven’t slept for days!”
A chuckle escaped from the older girl’s lips, surprisingly loud as it echoed throughout the room. “Koo-koo? Nah, that ain’t you.” She said, trying to preoccupy herself by fumbling around with her jeans button, so as to tear her eyes away from her best friend. God damn my sexually charged teenage mind, she thought, taking the perfume from Rachel. “Thanks.” Ashley sprayed some of the perfume in question, the smell wafting up her nostrils. She normally never used fragrance, but hey; she’d rather be covered in chemicals than found high in school. Her grandma would never let her hear the end of it, not to mention the double-up in chores she’d be tasked with and the stricter curfew. Granny Samson knew she hated being cracked down on, but it was usually the only way to get Ash in line.
“Hm. Smells nice. What is it, vanilla?”
“Mhm!” Rachel pushed pieces of her wild curls behind her right ear, keeping her full attention on Ashley’s face, “It’s nothing exciting... I don’t like wearing perfume but Abigail thinks every lady should have some sort of scent to add to her ‘allure’.” Abigail was Rachel’s step mother, who honestly was a pain in the teen’s ass, but she dealt with her when she had to and only called her ‘mom’ when her dad was near. The blonde narrowed her rapture-blue eyes briefly as she noticed a faint eyelash under her friend’s left eye. Absentmindedly, she leaned in close to Ashley’s face and gently glided her pointer finger on her cheek. For a moment that felt like forever, their faces were inches away from each other, until Rachel pulled away and brought her finger close to Ash’s lips, "Blow and make a wish!”
Ho, boy, Ash thought, hazel eyes firmly widened and breath bated. In a locker room with a barely decent (cute!) girl inches away from her face, and she wasn’t even legal yet in most of America. Finally taking a sharp inhale of oxygen, she blew the eyelash from Rach’s finger - the gust of breath managing to catch some of her golden curls - and wished for a tiger cub (because who wouldn’t?!). She stood frozen momentarily, before gears turned in her head and reminded her that she couldn’t stand in the locker rooms forever, and she actually had to get changed and do stuff. “Uh, I should maybe get changed before it gets even later than it is.” Ashley quickly swapped out her incredibly comfortable ripped jeans for her starchy, horrible gym shorts, still trying to push back her sexual frustration as she tried to organise the mess of clothes in front of her.
Oh yeah, what time was it anyways? 11:05 AM. Rachel gazed down at her wristwatch and shrugged at the sight of the time. With little to no care that they were fashionably late, she grabbed the bottle of perfume and returned it to her bag’s front pouch. Finishing getting dressed wouldn’t take too long for her, she was already halfway done! Grabbing the nicely folded t-shirt off the wooden bench, Rachel pulled it over her head and dramatically sighed, “Did you see the teams? It’s like a bunch of barbaric orcs, minus you and maybe a couple of others on that side, versus peaceful hobbits, who don’t want anything to do with this war! I guess we do have Jar and Fifi… but still. I think Coach is a sadist.” Her head popped out from the opening, as she clicked her tongue in disapproval.
Ashley had to hold back a sigh of relief as Rachel put her shirt on, taking a moment to process what she was saying. “Peaceful… hobos?” She questioned, before shaking her head and moving on. “I’d hardly call CR barbaric.” Ash giggled, throwing her hoodie, beanie and shirt on the floor, before quickly throwing her gym shirt on. It wasn’t the best of shirts, but at least it wasn’t as bad as her shorts. Either way, she didn’t see why they needed to change. She’d done more impressive things than throw balls at people aggressively in casual clothing, and it didn’t exactly ruin the clothes. Who even invented the godawful rule that you had to change for gym? God, it was annoying as all hell. “Anyways,” she grinned, perhaps a little too sadistically, ”who said we couldn’t take the shi-- uh, horrible teams, and turn it into something fun?” She craned her neck around to look at Rachel, displaying her grin in all its’ glory.
While tying her shoelaces, Rachel glanced up to meet Ash’s gaze and raised an eyebrow, “That look is the look that says: I solemnly swear I’m up to no good.” ...pull the bunny ears out to the side away from the shoe and voila! A square knot is made. Switching to her other foot, she curiously inquired, "Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.” What? Rachel was usually a willing participant and she trusted Ashley. This would surely be fun! Like the Cheshire Cat says in Alice in Wonderland: Every adventure requires a first step,
“Alright… let’s see.” Ash sat down, face full of concentration. “Okay, so you go into the gym, and tell Coach that I can’t be there just yet - say I’m having woman issues or something, I don’t know - and then just find yourself someplace where you can memorise the gym for the most part. Then, I sneak to the breaker box, and turn off the lights. Bam, place is dark as shit and Coach probably won’t even care, ‘cus extra difficulty or whatever. Dodgeball in the dark, baby!” She got to her feet in triumph, fistbumping the air as she laughed. Packing away all her clothes, she leaned against her locker. “Man, this is gonna be awesome.”
Oooooh! This would be a thrilling turn of events for Dodgeball day! The gym didn’t get completely dark because of some of the windows but it was dark enough to obscure everyone’s visions. Though, didn’t Joe forget to pull up the blinds today? Maybe the gym would be completely dark. Rachel didn’t really know but this would be exciting regardless! Wait, how would they know who tags who out? We’ll find out when the lights are back on... I’M SO EXCITED. The blonde wasn’t amazing at Dodgeball but she wasn’t horse shit either! She was mediocre at best. “What are we waiting for?! We can’t waste any time! There’s probably one more lap left.” Before she scurried off to distract Mr. Delaney, she pulled Ashley into a comforting, warm embrace, “You’re so smart!” And with that, Rachel released her friend and ran off.
Oh, okay, hugging, that’s a thing, Ash thought, taken aback and hesitating slightly before managing to quickly embrace the hug. Boy, she was going to have to get used to this. “Have fun!” Ash barely managed to call after her friend, giggling to herself as she made her way to the breaker box.
With no spatial awareness and a high voice that most likely everyone could hear her over the music, Rachel jogged out the locker room and went to the big man. Coach. “The Crimson Wave has come and claimed Ashley!
“Jesus, Watts. Can you get any louder? I don’t think the whole class needs to know that.” Ray wrote a check mark by Rachel and Ashley’s names on his list as “here”, rather than tardy, since he was happier they showed up rather than run to the nurse like his son wanted to do. Awkwardly clearing his throat, he gestured toward the running kids, “Get at least one lap in.”
“Y’know, Coach. If you think of a woman’s period as something like shark week, it wouldn’t make you feel that uncomfortable! It’s totally normal and be grateful we upgraded to tampons and maxi pads, rather than using rags we would have to wash and reuse. Yah technology!”
“Watts.” Coach furrowed his eyebrow at the eccentric girl with hardly any filter.
“Okay. Running, lappin’, no Crimson Wave for meeeee!” After happily waving at Remy’s dad, she turned on her heel and started sprinting down the gym.
Rachel Watts, Westworth's 'basket case' (thanks, dad), had already stripped out of her outfit of the day, which was on the more preppy side, she supposed, and currently was standing in front of a locker putting her black gym shorts on over her floral rose colored underwear. Her sports bra matched in a pinkish red tint but unlike her underwear, it did not have lace, design, or anything engaging. Her sneakers rested on the bench, along with her perfectly folded gray tee. There was a hair tie around her wrist, a single beauty mark above her belly button, and as she bent over, a tumble of her blonde curls spilled over her shoulders and cascaded in the air. The color of smooth honey when in the light, there was warm reddish hues and a hint of butterscotch. Rather than make her look washed out, her thick hair gave her round and pale face a sunny disposition, only adding to her memorable smile.
The blonde that stood at 5'6" and weighed a lovely 119 lbs made an indistinct sniffle nose, wafting in the odor trailing in the girls’ locker room, “Ash... did you just get done smoking?” she finished pulling her shorts up. They had taken a detour to gym class so they were most likely missing warm ups right now.
“Huh?” Came a voice, followed by a giant tidal wave of deep blue hair crashing around the corner. Ash brushed it out of her face, looking at Rach with a squint as the locker room lights revealed her freckles. “Oh, uh, heyyyy. Yeah, guilty.” She giggled, disappearing again before reappearing with many various items of clothing. “I had no idea anyone else was in here. You’re not gonna tell the coach, right?”
“Oh please, you know me better than that.” Rachel reached inside the locker and dug into her backpack, pulling out her vanilla perfume, “This isn’t much and I only use it if I reallyyyy need it, but it’ll cover up some of the smell.” She approached her friend, still very much only in her sports bra and shorts. Offering her scent to Ashley, she added with a grin, “If anything you can totally act a little koo-koo like me and Coach will think you haven’t slept for days!”
A chuckle escaped from the older girl’s lips, surprisingly loud as it echoed throughout the room. “Koo-koo? Nah, that ain’t you.” She said, trying to preoccupy herself by fumbling around with her jeans button, so as to tear her eyes away from her best friend. God damn my sexually charged teenage mind, she thought, taking the perfume from Rachel. “Thanks.” Ashley sprayed some of the perfume in question, the smell wafting up her nostrils. She normally never used fragrance, but hey; she’d rather be covered in chemicals than found high in school. Her grandma would never let her hear the end of it, not to mention the double-up in chores she’d be tasked with and the stricter curfew. Granny Samson knew she hated being cracked down on, but it was usually the only way to get Ash in line.
“Hm. Smells nice. What is it, vanilla?”
“Mhm!” Rachel pushed pieces of her wild curls behind her right ear, keeping her full attention on Ashley’s face, “It’s nothing exciting... I don’t like wearing perfume but Abigail thinks every lady should have some sort of scent to add to her ‘allure’.” Abigail was Rachel’s step mother, who honestly was a pain in the teen’s ass, but she dealt with her when she had to and only called her ‘mom’ when her dad was near. The blonde narrowed her rapture-blue eyes briefly as she noticed a faint eyelash under her friend’s left eye. Absentmindedly, she leaned in close to Ashley’s face and gently glided her pointer finger on her cheek. For a moment that felt like forever, their faces were inches away from each other, until Rachel pulled away and brought her finger close to Ash’s lips, "Blow and make a wish!”
Ho, boy, Ash thought, hazel eyes firmly widened and breath bated. In a locker room with a barely decent (cute!) girl inches away from her face, and she wasn’t even legal yet in most of America. Finally taking a sharp inhale of oxygen, she blew the eyelash from Rach’s finger - the gust of breath managing to catch some of her golden curls - and wished for a tiger cub (because who wouldn’t?!). She stood frozen momentarily, before gears turned in her head and reminded her that she couldn’t stand in the locker rooms forever, and she actually had to get changed and do stuff. “Uh, I should maybe get changed before it gets even later than it is.” Ashley quickly swapped out her incredibly comfortable ripped jeans for her starchy, horrible gym shorts, still trying to push back her sexual frustration as she tried to organise the mess of clothes in front of her.
Oh yeah, what time was it anyways? 11:05 AM. Rachel gazed down at her wristwatch and shrugged at the sight of the time. With little to no care that they were fashionably late, she grabbed the bottle of perfume and returned it to her bag’s front pouch. Finishing getting dressed wouldn’t take too long for her, she was already halfway done! Grabbing the nicely folded t-shirt off the wooden bench, Rachel pulled it over her head and dramatically sighed, “Did you see the teams? It’s like a bunch of barbaric orcs, minus you and maybe a couple of others on that side, versus peaceful hobbits, who don’t want anything to do with this war! I guess we do have Jar and Fifi… but still. I think Coach is a sadist.” Her head popped out from the opening, as she clicked her tongue in disapproval.
Ashley had to hold back a sigh of relief as Rachel put her shirt on, taking a moment to process what she was saying. “Peaceful… hobos?” She questioned, before shaking her head and moving on. “I’d hardly call CR barbaric.” Ash giggled, throwing her hoodie, beanie and shirt on the floor, before quickly throwing her gym shirt on. It wasn’t the best of shirts, but at least it wasn’t as bad as her shorts. Either way, she didn’t see why they needed to change. She’d done more impressive things than throw balls at people aggressively in casual clothing, and it didn’t exactly ruin the clothes. Who even invented the godawful rule that you had to change for gym? God, it was annoying as all hell. “Anyways,” she grinned, perhaps a little too sadistically, ”who said we couldn’t take the shi-- uh, horrible teams, and turn it into something fun?” She craned her neck around to look at Rachel, displaying her grin in all its’ glory.
While tying her shoelaces, Rachel glanced up to meet Ash’s gaze and raised an eyebrow, “That look is the look that says: I solemnly swear I’m up to no good.” ...pull the bunny ears out to the side away from the shoe and voila! A square knot is made. Switching to her other foot, she curiously inquired, "Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.” What? Rachel was usually a willing participant and she trusted Ashley. This would surely be fun! Like the Cheshire Cat says in Alice in Wonderland: Every adventure requires a first step,
“Alright… let’s see.” Ash sat down, face full of concentration. “Okay, so you go into the gym, and tell Coach that I can’t be there just yet - say I’m having woman issues or something, I don’t know - and then just find yourself someplace where you can memorise the gym for the most part. Then, I sneak to the breaker box, and turn off the lights. Bam, place is dark as shit and Coach probably won’t even care, ‘cus extra difficulty or whatever. Dodgeball in the dark, baby!” She got to her feet in triumph, fistbumping the air as she laughed. Packing away all her clothes, she leaned against her locker. “Man, this is gonna be awesome.”
Oooooh! This would be a thrilling turn of events for Dodgeball day! The gym didn’t get completely dark because of some of the windows but it was dark enough to obscure everyone’s visions. Though, didn’t Joe forget to pull up the blinds today? Maybe the gym would be completely dark. Rachel didn’t really know but this would be exciting regardless! Wait, how would they know who tags who out? We’ll find out when the lights are back on... I’M SO EXCITED. The blonde wasn’t amazing at Dodgeball but she wasn’t horse shit either! She was mediocre at best. “What are we waiting for?! We can’t waste any time! There’s probably one more lap left.” Before she scurried off to distract Mr. Delaney, she pulled Ashley into a comforting, warm embrace, “You’re so smart!” And with that, Rachel released her friend and ran off.
Oh, okay, hugging, that’s a thing, Ash thought, taken aback and hesitating slightly before managing to quickly embrace the hug. Boy, she was going to have to get used to this. “Have fun!” Ash barely managed to call after her friend, giggling to herself as she made her way to the breaker box.
With no spatial awareness and a high voice that most likely everyone could hear her over the music, Rachel jogged out the locker room and went to the big man. Coach. “The Crimson Wave has come and claimed Ashley!
“Jesus, Watts. Can you get any louder? I don’t think the whole class needs to know that.” Ray wrote a check mark by Rachel and Ashley’s names on his list as “here”, rather than tardy, since he was happier they showed up rather than run to the nurse like his son wanted to do. Awkwardly clearing his throat, he gestured toward the running kids, “Get at least one lap in.”
“Y’know, Coach. If you think of a woman’s period as something like shark week, it wouldn’t make you feel that uncomfortable! It’s totally normal and be grateful we upgraded to tampons and maxi pads, rather than using rags we would have to wash and reuse. Yah technology!”
“Watts.” Coach furrowed his eyebrow at the eccentric girl with hardly any filter.
“Okay. Running, lappin’, no Crimson Wave for meeeee!” After happily waving at Remy’s dad, she turned on her heel and started sprinting down the gym.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Roleplaying Discussion
I was going to bitch about something on my mind but then I read the last page of this topic and well...
@BrokenPromise @Wade Wilson @Mr Allen J @Buddha @The Elvenqueen @Gowi
Why thank you, Lady A. I aim to please.
LANE, BOY
BUT WE GO WHERE WE WANT TO
THEY THINK THIS THING IS A HIGHWAY, HIGHWAY
BUT WILL THEY BE ALIVE TOMORROW
*BEAT DROP*
*cough*
Welcome! I'm sure you'll find some good roleplays in no time. I actually joined here when I was 12, heh.
Here we've got many different levels of roleplay, so I'm sure you won't be quitting over post rules anytime soon.
Enjoy your stay!
BUT WE GO WHERE WE WANT TO
THEY THINK THIS THING IS A HIGHWAY, HIGHWAY
BUT WILL THEY BE ALIVE TOMORROW
*BEAT DROP*
*cough*
Welcome! I'm sure you'll find some good roleplays in no time. I actually joined here when I was 12, heh.
Here we've got many different levels of roleplay, so I'm sure you won't be quitting over post rules anytime soon.
Enjoy your stay!
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Roleplaying Discussion
<Snipped quote by Gowi>
It's futile to try to FORCE people to do something over the Internet. Especially RPing/Creative Writing which is just a hobby.
I think people who get into RPing to "COMPLETE" an RP are foolish.
I also think people who put Interest Checks up with the expectation that their RP will FINISH (reach the end conclusion) are foolish.
The joy of RPing is in the actual act of RPing and progression of the RP -- that is to say, developing your creative writing skills. (This isn't the only RP site I've ever joined, even though my post count here is very low lol. You have a very high post count, so I'm assuming a good percentage of those posts were of you enjoying and entertaining yourself. In which case, Mission Accomplished, you achieved the primary goal of RPing.)
The sooner the "RP community" realizes that dropped RPs are a completely NATURAL AND EXPECTED RESULT of the Creative Writing Process, the sooner we can truly begin exploring our limits as writers.
RPs that END/Complete pretty much don't exist lol.
(And there's nothing wrong with that.)
I see that someone doesn't realise RPs can have groups of dedicated writers who follow the story to its natural conclusion without bailing out.
EDIT: if you're gonna drop a lot of RPs, you can't just moan about how weary GMs are gonna be. Hell, a lot of my recent posts have been me dropping things before they even started, and I'm prepared to deal with the consequences of that. It's just about getting your head in the game and thinking "am I still gonna be interested in this RP later on down the line?".
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After carefully weighing my options and trying to get my shit together, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to drop. I really wanted to do this, but in order to try and combat some of my commitment issues (yes, I have RP commitment issues. It's pathetic.) I'm gonna have to limit the amount that I join. I'm really sorry.
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