Dragonbud

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

Cal hated this place more and more every second. Cal paced around her room, fuming. She had been escorted back by a security guard, telling her that she was given a free pass in this situation, since she was new, but any further action would result in expulsion. Cal hated being expelled, so this information came as a great relief to her. But as she was walked back to her room she saw the looks the other kids were giving her. They were scared of her, or worse, laughing at her. Cal avoided looking at the kids looking towards her with fear filled eyes. It wasn't like she was just going around punching kids. She shook Erika around because she was being a bitch, and deserved it. If these kids kept out of her way, she would keep out of their way. As for the kids who laughed, they just filled Cal with rage that was already running loose. And when she was feeling particularly bold, and her security guard wasn't looking, she would simply flip them off.

And now she was being kept in her room, until her security guard came back and escorted her to her therapy session. "For her own good." Yeah right. More like for the good of all the snot nosed brats that were living here. Cal had to keep herself from laughing when she learned Erika had gotten a strike put against her, and was surprised to hear that this was her first. Cal couldn't help but feel honored. Cal, still fearing that Erika would tattle, happily deleted her phone messages. For the good of herself and her friend.

After awhile of waiting around, partly bored and partly angry, a knock came at her door. Her cue to leave and head to therapy. Her hands in her pockets and her eyes full of fire. She didn't know why she needed therapy, she would just need to explain that she was fine and Erika was a huge bitch to her. "And for the good of myself I had to defend myself." She thought, waiting outside Howard Brown's office. Her hands still stuffed in her pockets. This was going to be a huge mess.

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

Awesome Rookery! Thank you! I just got out of school, so I'll work on a post ASAP

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

I need to start Cal's 1x1 but at the same time I struggle with controlling characters I haven't made myself. Perhaps a collab post is in order -waggles eyebrows at Rookery-

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

Oh my gosh that picture startled me. It looks a lot like a teacher I had a few years back. Lol

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

I also want to send Cal to her therapy session, but I dont feel like playing her therapist

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

And I didnt want Callie kicked out, so I had to make her leave

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

#3

Once Camella seemed to be stable, or at least stable enough, Kylie allowed herself to relax a bit. They were safe. The car was armored and protective against the hordes outside, and was moving much faster then the walkers could...well...walk. She leaned against the door of the HUMVEE with an almost lazy smile. Hannah and Oskar seemed to have things under control. And Camella didn't seem that bad despite the circumstances. Yep, everything was okay. And with this thought Kylie allowed her heavy eyelids to slowly close, sometimes snapping back open, before shutting all the way. She was tired, so tired. She didn't know when she last just fell asleep. She had been running and fighting all day, she thought she deserved some rest after the day she had been having. Yep. Just a few minutes of sleep would be fine. Hannah and Oskar could wake her if they needed her. As Kylie was slipping off she was reminded of pleasant times, she rarely slept during car rides.

She used to be scared that if she fell asleep they would crash.

It felt like seconds before Kylie was jolted awake by the sounds of Hannah's scream of precaution to Oskar. Kylie sat up with a gasp, a cold sweat covering her skin. She was about to open her mouth, about to ask what was wrong, when suddenly the car was swerving and flipping. Kylie was too afraid to scream. She was hoping this was just a dream. And when she opened her eyes she would be in the backseat with her sister and her mom and dad, listening to the radio. Kylie slowly opened her eyes, letting out a groan. She began to cry, all of her hope flooding out of her. She tried to sit up, only to experience the pain of their crash. She blinked the tears out of her eyes. Somehow the force of the crash had sent Kylie out of the HUMVEE's window. She tried to sit up again, feeling the warmth of blood trickle down her neck and head. She began crawling towards the wreck, calling out in as loud of a voice as she could muster. "Hannah? Oskar? Camella?"

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

You can have Alistair spot a storming off Cal

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

Cal had raised a fist, as if about to hit Erika right in the nose. However right before she was about to strike she reminded herself about the rules. The anger on her face slowly was replaced with a look that was a mixture of realization and slight fear. She listened to Erika, her eyes unblinking, as she told Cal about how much power she held over her. During this she didn't release Erika's collar, her fist still raised in a way that showed that she could punch at any time if she wanted to.

That was the question. Did she want to?

If she was to punch Erika that would be the end. Cal would be kicked out. She knew Erika would play the 'poor helpless victim type' and doubted that anyone would listen to Cal's side of the story. That would be the end of it. On second thought, the street wasn't all that bad, she could mooch off friends for a bit. But did she really want to be a mooch? Slowly, Cal's fingers released Erika's collar. Eventually Cal let go of Erika. "What a fucking coward. Fighting dirty. Get me all angry just to show how smart you are." Cal started walking away from her lunch table, ready to go back to her guest room. "I hope your shitty personality comes to bite you in the ass." Cal allowed herself to take a deep breath. Erika was just a bully. Cal hated bullies.

"Safe haven my ass." Cal thought as she walked walked out of the dining area, fists still clenched in her pockets. Just to be safe Cal would delete her text messages when she returned to her room.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Pffft nice. Sorry man I just got off of school, I had musical auditions today! I'll work on a post ASAP!