I hope I can post today because my dad is hosting a party. He might force me to talk to everyone
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10 yrs ago
Don't eat two day old rice that has buckets of sauce on top. Just. Don't.
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10 yrs ago
When you're so shy you can't make conversations with anyone in your rp or anywhere
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10 yrs ago
I want to go home and write but I also want to play overwatch. I feel like troy bolton
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Just a senior in high school that wants to get back into rping.
I'm usually only free on weekends, but I may be able to rp during the week if I'm not busy with school work.
I'm usually only free on weekends, but I may be able to rp during the week if I'm not busy with school work.
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@FacePunch This is what he gets for telling the cold harsh truth, he will never be spared.
Harold is now slim thick with his rude ass
Location; Control Room
Interacting With; Jackson (@SomewhatAverage) & Jessica (@FacePunch)
Mood; Denial → Uncomfortable → Awkward
Harold was humming one of his favorite Disney songs, 'Once Upon a December' from the movie Anastasia. Which is probably his favorite movie created by them. He ended the last note in a very low whisper, making him wince. He was in the process of changing from his casual wear into more comfortable clothing. He sigh aggressively as his slender almost lady-like hands kept fumbling on the buttons of his shirt. He cheered with joy achieving this simple task and slid into his blue adidas shirt. The shirt was skin tight which made him feel a bit embarrassed since it exposed his slender waist and toned stomach. I really should invest in a not so revealing shirt... he blushed slightly looking down at his stomach. He proceeded to remove his pants and put on his gray joggers. He went over to a mirror and examined his figure..."D-Did..." He stuttered. Either his butt got bigger or these joggers strunk in the wash, "Y-Yeah they just shrunk hahaha." Now he not only has slightly large thighs but now his bum is getting bigger. He left the changing room in full denial, whispering to himself that he should pay closer attention when washing his clothes. His head snapped to the door, watching it open with Jackson peeking inside.
"Well, I'm glad that I'm not alone in here," He sighed, Harold gave a faint chuckle in response. He's so stupid for coming so early, now a stampede of people will rush inside making him uncomfortable and too stressed to work out and practice. Jackson asked something about if he was the only one thinking it wasn't the weekend. Harold raised an eyebrow, "I'm pretty sure you're not the only one. There are more people in this academy that are unorganized and incompetent like yourself." He stated, he was trying to make small talk but he ended up insulting him. Great job Harold, you're a natural. He gaped his mouth so he could apologize and was interrupted by Jessica entering the room. He grumbled, the storm of people was just beginning. He started to contemplate about just leaving the room and going else where.
He made the decision to just stay and actually try to converse, make a couple of friends. He cringed slightly when she greeted them, he could just feel the atmosphere pressuring him to just go grab his bag and storm out of the room. He knew that she wished she didn't have to speak to anyone and the room would have zero people inside. The feeling was mutual. Harold gave her a delicate smile, "Good morning to you also, you look great this morning." He complemented. He didn't know if she would complement him back, ignore the complement, or tell him not to not say things like that anymore. Most likely the third choice.
He remembered his exterior look and started to back away, moving his hand to behind him. He began to feel around trying to search for the wall, he didn't need any comments for his outfit. He stopped because his left foot was close to hitting the heel of his right, which would result in him falling and looking like a real idiot. He needed to say something or there will just be overwhelming silence, "How about this um... this weather lately?" He wanted to bang his head on a wall. Even though he asked that failed attempt at a conversation starter he still stood with his straight posture and still looked professional. Except his outfit threw off the whole "professional" look.
"Well, I'm glad that I'm not alone in here," He sighed, Harold gave a faint chuckle in response. He's so stupid for coming so early, now a stampede of people will rush inside making him uncomfortable and too stressed to work out and practice. Jackson asked something about if he was the only one thinking it wasn't the weekend. Harold raised an eyebrow, "I'm pretty sure you're not the only one. There are more people in this academy that are unorganized and incompetent like yourself." He stated, he was trying to make small talk but he ended up insulting him. Great job Harold, you're a natural. He gaped his mouth so he could apologize and was interrupted by Jessica entering the room. He grumbled, the storm of people was just beginning. He started to contemplate about just leaving the room and going else where.
He made the decision to just stay and actually try to converse, make a couple of friends. He cringed slightly when she greeted them, he could just feel the atmosphere pressuring him to just go grab his bag and storm out of the room. He knew that she wished she didn't have to speak to anyone and the room would have zero people inside. The feeling was mutual. Harold gave her a delicate smile, "Good morning to you also, you look great this morning." He complemented. He didn't know if she would complement him back, ignore the complement, or tell him not to not say things like that anymore. Most likely the third choice.
He remembered his exterior look and started to back away, moving his hand to behind him. He began to feel around trying to search for the wall, he didn't need any comments for his outfit. He stopped because his left foot was close to hitting the heel of his right, which would result in him falling and looking like a real idiot. He needed to say something or there will just be overwhelming silence, "How about this um... this weather lately?" He wanted to bang his head on a wall. Even though he asked that failed attempt at a conversation starter he still stood with his straight posture and still looked professional. Except his outfit threw off the whole "professional" look.
@Lovely complexHarold would love that (save him)
@Beefydork Harold and Ellie need to become friends. xD ALL THE SIMILARITIES - in just your intro post too.
Yes more friends for the little dweeb.
@AbandonedIntel
Yeah I know what you mean, I feel pretty new to all of this. But you did a really good job!
Location; Seating room → Outdoor garden → Control Room
Interacting With; No one
Mood; Relaxed → Irritated → Calm → Care-free
Harold's eyes grazed calmly across the book that was held by his one hand. His other being occupied by his cup of hazelnut coffee, his go to beverage for the morning. He took a small sip from his drink and let out a delighted sigh, he was at peace. He could finally relax without the worry of someone bugging him, or trying to fight him over his big mouth. His slightly plump pink lips curved into a a subtle smile. His attention went back to his book, which is of course a romance novel. It was one he read a few times, it was about a young lady in college who is in love with her professor. But she's also engaged to this rebellious man who doesn't have a job and does not want to get an education. At the moment Harold is on the part where the professor is speaking to the lady alone in the hallway. Harold knew what was going to happen, yet he still gasped softly when the girl suddenly kissed the older fellow on his lips.
Gets me every time. He chuckled and looked at his watch, he had to go to the control room. He shut his book with a bit too much force since he KNEW he was going to run into someone annoying. He drank the last bit of coffee he had and slowly rise from his seat onto his feet. His Tommy Hilfiger duffle bag laid next to the love chair he was just sitting in. He knelt down and grabbed the straps firmly, standing up with his bag hanging from his side. He made his way to the entrance door, not looking at the other students who were lounging or playing pool even though he could hear a few low grunts which he only responded with a smirk. After throwing his cup into the trashcan he exited the game room and received stares from those standing outside the door. Harold was beginning to see how popular he is.
He rolled his eyes with much exaggeration and a groan to add onto his irritated look. He walked over to the stairs and was stopped by a group of boys blocking the stairway. Harold glared up at them, it was the guys that he had a dispute with in class. "Excuse me gentlemen, you're blocking the way." Harold said calmly, he knew telling an insult would just make matters worst. They all snickered which pissed Harold off to a minimum, "We want you to apologize for what you said." One of the boys demanded followed by head nods from the boys on his sides. He doesn't have time for this even though Harold really wanted to tell them to fuck off, he apologized. They all giggled like pre-teen boys and got out of his way, then reached out their arms and made a motion that meant "You can go.". Harold didn't say anything and went down the stairs, now he really needs to go to the garden to calm down. After making his leave from the building he paced himself to the garden.
Even though some Mayweather students tried not to make eye contact with the Delphina students, Harold did it with confidence. He would glare at them even hoping for a reaction so he can just chuckle in their faces. Their reactions were priceless. He waved at Mayweather students that waved at him, his waves were a bit awkward since it was always weird for him to get waves from complete strangers.
Finally walking into the garden he inhaled the scent of flowers, freshly cut grass and manure. Yes he knows one of those smells is actually pretty foul, though he was used to it because of his mother's gardening hobby and himself gardening in his free time. He exhaled and smiled sweetly and went over to his lawn chair that was located on his right side. He sat on the lanky chair and patrolled the area, listening to the beautiful melodies the birds orchestrated. He felt so tranquil he couldn't even think of a single thing to do other than sit here and do nothing forever. Then, a bird created a high pitched 'CAW' making Harold jolt up from slouching. "You know that was very rude." He grumbled and the bird gave a low 'caw' as if saying sorry, "Aww, I forgive you.". He slowly got up from the chair, which he just noticed is so fragile and not sturdy that if he was only a couple pounds heavier it would collapse. He left the garden and slightly skipped to the building, his smile still cemented on his face. He entered the building so care-free and and hopeful that it felt like nothing mattered. Opening the door to the control room he shifted his duffle bag farther up his shoulder and strolled inside.
Gets me every time. He chuckled and looked at his watch, he had to go to the control room. He shut his book with a bit too much force since he KNEW he was going to run into someone annoying. He drank the last bit of coffee he had and slowly rise from his seat onto his feet. His Tommy Hilfiger duffle bag laid next to the love chair he was just sitting in. He knelt down and grabbed the straps firmly, standing up with his bag hanging from his side. He made his way to the entrance door, not looking at the other students who were lounging or playing pool even though he could hear a few low grunts which he only responded with a smirk. After throwing his cup into the trashcan he exited the game room and received stares from those standing outside the door. Harold was beginning to see how popular he is.
He rolled his eyes with much exaggeration and a groan to add onto his irritated look. He walked over to the stairs and was stopped by a group of boys blocking the stairway. Harold glared up at them, it was the guys that he had a dispute with in class. "Excuse me gentlemen, you're blocking the way." Harold said calmly, he knew telling an insult would just make matters worst. They all snickered which pissed Harold off to a minimum, "We want you to apologize for what you said." One of the boys demanded followed by head nods from the boys on his sides. He doesn't have time for this even though Harold really wanted to tell them to fuck off, he apologized. They all giggled like pre-teen boys and got out of his way, then reached out their arms and made a motion that meant "You can go.". Harold didn't say anything and went down the stairs, now he really needs to go to the garden to calm down. After making his leave from the building he paced himself to the garden.
Even though some Mayweather students tried not to make eye contact with the Delphina students, Harold did it with confidence. He would glare at them even hoping for a reaction so he can just chuckle in their faces. Their reactions were priceless. He waved at Mayweather students that waved at him, his waves were a bit awkward since it was always weird for him to get waves from complete strangers.
Finally walking into the garden he inhaled the scent of flowers, freshly cut grass and manure. Yes he knows one of those smells is actually pretty foul, though he was used to it because of his mother's gardening hobby and himself gardening in his free time. He exhaled and smiled sweetly and went over to his lawn chair that was located on his right side. He sat on the lanky chair and patrolled the area, listening to the beautiful melodies the birds orchestrated. He felt so tranquil he couldn't even think of a single thing to do other than sit here and do nothing forever. Then, a bird created a high pitched 'CAW' making Harold jolt up from slouching. "You know that was very rude." He grumbled and the bird gave a low 'caw' as if saying sorry, "Aww, I forgive you.". He slowly got up from the chair, which he just noticed is so fragile and not sturdy that if he was only a couple pounds heavier it would collapse. He left the garden and slightly skipped to the building, his smile still cemented on his face. He entered the building so care-free and and hopeful that it felt like nothing mattered. Opening the door to the control room he shifted his duffle bag farther up his shoulder and strolled inside.
Kayla and Milo =
I-Is that...Misha Collins? I need to sit down...
Harold would love to be friends with her.
Harold would love to be friends with her.
@Angel Eyes@Lovely complexThank guys! I'm gonna sleep now too or else I'll be grumpy in the morning lol
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