We wouldn't dare, Ama. *Patpat* May the force be with you, shadows guide you, let the light brighten your path, spirits lead you, yada-yada. There will always be a place here for you in the OOC bantering of things, promise~.
Now then. To brutally kill people! I mean, make a few vanish mysteriously and brutally kill one that definitely isn't returning... Yeah...
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Right then. I'm going to work now. *Nodnod* I'll be back late tonight. After stratic posts, I'll post- About the loss of our poor individuals that never posted.
I won't make it direct that they died, so later returns can be negotiated via PMs if the players in question return to us.
I won't make it direct that they died, so later returns can be negotiated via PMs if the players in question return to us.
I. AM. BACK~!
I expect a post from everyone yet to post by tomorrow or I make their characters die in hilarious and convenient-to-plot manners.
I expect a post from everyone yet to post by tomorrow or I make their characters die in hilarious and convenient-to-plot manners.
Checking in~ Nice post Gloves. I'll be back fully on Wednesday, instead of Thursday. I'll be posting then.
I AM CHECKING IN. Get posting Damnit. <3
XD Alright, here's the drill. I'm going to be gone until around Thursday on vacation. I -will- be checking in on the OOC on my phone, however I won't manage any IC posts until THursday. Of course, by then, I expect -everybody- to have posted at least once. If they haven't, I'm going to murder them and hang their bloody corpses in the middle of the fucking highsch- I mean, have the character mysteriously move to unknown places for a random plot-moving reason. >.> *Innocent whistle* GET POSTING, THE GM DEMANDS IT! <3
They will Ama, don't worry. XD
THERE WE GO! Posted. Ethan is in the house. Now everybody else get in the house too, damnit.
Switchville High, Switchville
January 12, 2014, 12:00 PM
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The commons were flooded with students and teachers, as they always were during lunch hour. With the kitchen windows open, people were either in line to get food, eating said food at tables spread around the commons, or holding games and conversations in random corners. Things were split up, like any normal highschool. The nerds over here, freaks and geeks over there, popular kids here and jocks there, clubs spread from place to place, and of course the occasional loner at those tables everybody seems to leave empty for the odd individual that hates the universe.
For the mostpart, it was a normal schoolday. Mostly. It was, after all, the first day back after Christmas break, and everybody was buzzing on and on about how their vacation was, who they saw, where they went, what they got- The usual hubub of that time of the year. But more importantly, to those academically inclined people, it was also time to pick new classes for the upcoming semester!
Ethan Siroto, apparently, gave absolutely zero shits on the matter. He himself didn't arrive until half-way through the lunch hour, rumbling to a stop in the student parking lot in that infamous Miata of his. How the lovely car drove so smoothly through the thick winter snows of Maine, nobody knows. Hell, Ethan didn't even know. He just attributed it to his excellent skills behind the wheel- Something he reminded himself of as he stepped from the vehicle, lazily throwing his bag over one shoulder and assuming the grin of a popular man.
Just before reaching the school doors, he made sure to double-check his state of dress. Classy-ass shirt with a few buttons popped? Check. Eh, good enough. And so, he strode into the commons with that long-standing grin, spreading his arms as if his arrival was the biggest event of the day and raising his voice over the bustle.
"Where's everybody at!? Stories to share and things to show off, my friends!"
Of course, the only reactions he'd end up provoking would be from his actual friends. The rest of the school gives no shits.
January 12, 2014, 12:00 PM
=============================================================================================
The commons were flooded with students and teachers, as they always were during lunch hour. With the kitchen windows open, people were either in line to get food, eating said food at tables spread around the commons, or holding games and conversations in random corners. Things were split up, like any normal highschool. The nerds over here, freaks and geeks over there, popular kids here and jocks there, clubs spread from place to place, and of course the occasional loner at those tables everybody seems to leave empty for the odd individual that hates the universe.
For the mostpart, it was a normal schoolday. Mostly. It was, after all, the first day back after Christmas break, and everybody was buzzing on and on about how their vacation was, who they saw, where they went, what they got- The usual hubub of that time of the year. But more importantly, to those academically inclined people, it was also time to pick new classes for the upcoming semester!
Ethan Siroto, apparently, gave absolutely zero shits on the matter. He himself didn't arrive until half-way through the lunch hour, rumbling to a stop in the student parking lot in that infamous Miata of his. How the lovely car drove so smoothly through the thick winter snows of Maine, nobody knows. Hell, Ethan didn't even know. He just attributed it to his excellent skills behind the wheel- Something he reminded himself of as he stepped from the vehicle, lazily throwing his bag over one shoulder and assuming the grin of a popular man.
Just before reaching the school doors, he made sure to double-check his state of dress. Classy-ass shirt with a few buttons popped? Check. Eh, good enough. And so, he strode into the commons with that long-standing grin, spreading his arms as if his arrival was the biggest event of the day and raising his voice over the bustle.
"Where's everybody at!? Stories to share and things to show off, my friends!"
Of course, the only reactions he'd end up provoking would be from his actual friends. The rest of the school gives no shits.
It's definitely morning, not afternoon. Hush. I'm writing the post now. XD *Slept in*
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