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Fantasyy_rp (Fantasy school rp)

Literate, third person, past tense.

I prefer kik but can do it on here as well.

18+, literate, third person writer.

Floyd smiled at the other and began following the other, leaving his own name tag behind. “I’m afraid of like… Well a lot of stuff. It’s okay if you do. I’ll let you know then. I don’t know if I can name all the things that are really scary in the world.” He rubbed the back of his neck chuckling softly. Once they got outside, Floyd locked the door, closing up the place for the rest of the night. “So where are we gonna go? I mean… do you have some kind of plan?”

“Okay” Alex clapped and bit his lip thoughtfully, “so like dogs, rats, spiders, heights, loud noises... This will at least help me know where not to take you.” Alex rocked on his feet taking in the night sky as he waited for Floyd to lock up. “A Plan? not yet. It’s much better to see where the night takes you. I have a few ideas, general knowledge of the stuff going on tonight.”

audrey held back her laugh as she looked at him. if only he knew. “you don’t seem like the awkward type.” she confessed. “that’s very cute though.” she whispered. “endearing, actually..” as she looked around she hummed to herself before taking his hand in hers. “there’s a diner a few streets over..they have the best french toast. let me treat you to something to eat. as a way of saying thank you.”

hendrix let out a chuckle, leaning back in his seat as he spoke. “oh trust me, i’ve gotten into so much shit…” his voice trailed off, his mind wandering to all of the trouble he’d gotten himself into. it was amusing to him, almost like a game. officers, case workers, all though they’d get through to him just by being paid to help him, but all it did was push him further into his brooding, further into the madness. “i’m thinking we should leave, go to my place. start one of my own parties there, yeah?” he smirked, knocking his knunkles against the table, which already seemed to have some form of a psychical remembrance left over from one of his fights. “let you experience one of my parties for yourself. if you don’t like it, you can leave.”

So much shit, Jane thought enviously about what the life of a rockstar must be like. Comparing it to her own dismally boring life of books and plaid skirts. Jane flushed at the offer giving him a bewildered look. If she thought she were even in the same league she might have tried to flirt with him. But she never would have expected him asking her something like that. “I can’t imagine not liking it” she finally replied slipping out of her chair. “I’m Jane by the way” she told him offering her hand.

Mahim stood in the kitchen of the house party drinking her third beer and watching Ashley Valentine dance with the boy Mahim’s had a crush on since freshman year. When asked who she was watching, Mahim had a peculiar answer. “Just a lying, two-faced, skank who will fuck any toad faced dick wrangler who will look at her,” Mahim spat venomously before mumbling, “But that’s none of my business.”

Alex laughed and shook his head, “Damn.” He pulled out a chair and sat down next to her. “You don’t seem to be enjoying this party too much. We can’t have that now.... anything I could do to help?”

the girl was just as irritating as she meant to be, but unfortunately… price had become very good at tuning noises out when they wanted to. it was useful in fights, among other things. rather than concentrate on her voice, price let the sound of their own breathing and the sound of the skipping rope fill their mind. they got through their whole set of skipping without becoming too irritated or distracted. price walked back to their bag and pulled out a pair of apple airpods, and smirked at the girl as they put them in. price grabbed their phone and put on a song before tucking the device safely into the pocket of their shorts. then, they went for the actual training tools for boxing. it was cute that the pretty little thing had tried. 

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Eric gave a sigh running a hand through his hair, “Unless you have something good to say, please get out of my way.

“Well do you mean good as in good news or good as in something nice? Or perhaps good as interesting?”

a hurt expression crossed the girl’s features as she stared at the other. “you didn’t believe them, did you?” she sounded so pathetic, almost on the verge of tears. a lot had happened between the two, but she wasn’t stupid enough to make matters worse by spreading a rumor about the other. she wasn’t like that. “hey..” she reached for their arm and looked over their face. “you know me. i don’t start rumors. especially one as dumb as that. what are we in? middle school? i promise i didn’t create anything.” 

Jordan watched the girl, studying her expression taking it all in. He let the thoughts settle in his mind and placed a hand over the one she’d put on his arm. He took a deep breath and nodded, “I believe you. I do. I’m sorry I had to think about it. I should have known better.”

based of this plot. 

      ❛ LOOK did I offend you or anything? I was just asking why, you know? I mean —- it’s as simple as that, just a question. you don’t have to get so uptight about it but —- it crossed my mind, i mean —- people talk about it all the time. it’s not just in my head, right?  ❜

Alice looked up at him in pure surprise. Why would anyone choose to stand out in the rain, with only a short awning for protection. “I’m pleased to meet you, Sam.” She replied softly, reaching out to shake his hand. “My name is Alice… I’m very grateful for your company, of course, but I don’t understand. Why… why subject yourself to the cold and the rain?”

“I hope that’s not a bad thing.” Aurora confessed with a soft laugh. “I mean, I’ve been told I have a resting bitch face so I guess it makes sense.” She thought outloud as she grabbed the joint and brought it to her lips. “Yeah? You’re down?” She asked as she took a drag. “Good. I have some ideas of what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into.” After taking another drag she handed it back to him and smirked. “Do you have a name, satan?”

“not at all” he mused leaning back and shoving his hands in his pockets. “You’re gorgeous and got a confident air about you. You just look like you’d be on to better things when that party started to lull.” Alex nodded, “Oh totally. Going home now is out of the question.” He tweaked his horns and grinned, “I rather like Satan. But yes my name is Alex Blumith.”

Katelyn tilted her head a bit when he spoke her name. He knew her but why couldn’t she quite remember him. She was puzzled for a bit until she mentioned his name. Sam. She remembered a Sam but he was just a kid. Was this really the same person. Taking another good look at him and she was finally able to recognize the young man.”Sam? it really is you isn’t it!” She said excitedly and stopped closer to him.”Wauw..You’ve really grown up haven’t you?” She said with a chuckle before moving close enough to give him a hug.

“And you’re taller than me now. Last time you came up to my ribs.” She said with a hum and pulled away from the hug.”How have you’ve been?”

Sam smiled as he watched the other think and realize she did know him. He grinned further as her excitement grow, his own sense of excitement perking up. As she moved closer he opened his arms and embraced her in a tight hug. “Yeah its been quite a few years. Sorry I disappeared on you. I went off to school and things got a little crazy.”

He released her and took a small step back. “I’m rather tall now it would seem” he held his arms out and looked down at himself. “I’ve been fine I suppose. How are you? How are things out in the meadow?”