GreenGrenade

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

ANDY

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@Wade Wilson

I have to say, the teams were pretty damn good. And that’s not just because S’tann was on the other team (although, mostly… yeah). They were evenly spread, taking into account every person’s strengths and weaknesses. It should’ve made for an interested A.R.C. sesh. But yeah, I was mostly looking forward to seeing what S’tann would do, what with me and Nora being pyros. Oh, and punching that Balboa guy in the face. I really wanted to punch that Balboa guy in the face.

The simulation had begun, and Aiden, Aiden Roth, took charge pretty quick. I have to say, his plan wasn’t all that bad. I gave him a nod to let him know I was on board before Rick piped up, saying something about the cold negating his speed, saying that he needed heat. He asked Freddie to make it warm, but I already knew what his answer would be. The cold was our biggest advantage, and Freddie knew it.

But that didn’t stop me from thinking, “Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t, please don’t, please don’t.”

…

He did.

"The cold is our biggest advantage, Rick. We need to hold them off as long as we can. I don't think turning the field into a beach resort is going to keep them at bay. Andy, is there anything you can do to keep Rick warm whilst leaving our defences in tact?"

Fuckin’ logic. I hate it.

Rick, seeing the sense in that, turned to me. "So, you sure you can do this without roasting my ass off?"

“Nup,” I said, because honestly, I wasn’t. “But you know what they say. First time’s a good time, and all that.”^* I paused, thinking on it a bit. “I could try to raise my body temp, get the radiating heat to about thirty degrees Celsius. That should be warm enough for you to run, right? Only thing I’m not sure of is the radius. You’ll need to try and stay as close as you can.”

^{*I don’t think anyone says that.}

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Welp, shit. Timezones suck. I go to sleep for eight hours, and the RP explodes.
_{Stupid Australian Eastern Standard time...}

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Personally, I'm just a little disappointed with what appears to be Doomsday's design, but that's just a nitpick. Other than that, I think it's a pretty good trailer. I don't think it shows too much, because all it did was confirm what a lot of people already thought was going to happen: that Batman and Superman put aside their differences to fight Doomsday, created by Luthor, alongside Wonder Woman. We still don't know heaps of details, including the big one: the ending.

So yeah. Good trailer.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Edited my post in accordance with @Weird Tales' edit. Nothing big, just a small change in the narration.

EDIT:

• Andrew Hughes:
  He is the bane of my existence. The thorn in my side. The cyanide laced into my coffee every morning. He's not only a pyro, but he manages to be so bloody annoying that I want to dive into the nearest volcano and melt to death before listening to him speak for more than two and a half seconds. Seriously. Screw that guy.

You outdid yourself, @FacePunch. Made my day.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

ANDY

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“Rough fuckin’ night carried into a very fuckin’ rough morning.” She answered with a forced smirk. “The idea of flying around dodging fireballs and bullets isn’t overly fuckin’ appealing.”

“Yeesh. Well, such’s the life of an aspiring superhero,” I replied, unable to help the smirk that found its way onto my face. If there’s one thing that girl’s got, it’s a colourful vocabulary.

“So, fuckin’ Star Wars eh?” Mari said turning back to Andy. “Any idea who you’re going to try out for?”

“I’ve always fancied myself as a Han type of guy. I’ve already got the roguish charm and the dashing good looks, so why not?”

We walked into the A.R.C., joining the moderately-sized gathering of students. S’tann was, of course, already there, as was Kieran, the last of which I waved to. Good guy, Kieran is. He’s everything a successor to the big ‘S’ should be. He’s one of the top contenders for the next wave of Teen Titans, for sure.

And then there’s these arseholes: Mars and Jake. Two meatheads with no apparent brains, I swear to god, if they wanted to fight, I’d be first in line. Damnit, some of the things they say just make me want to bash my head against the wall until my brains leak out.

“Hey why does Supes wear a cape? Capes are for pussies!”

Like this.

God. Damnit.

Trying hard (and failing) to ignore them, I turned back to Mari, pinching my forehead between my forefinger and thumb. I let out a sigh, then asked, “How about you? Got any idea for a role?”

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

*Triggered*

I'll be updating my relationship sheet. Adding all the n00bs.

S'tann might even not hate one or two of them.

@FacePunch

He gon' hate Andy, tho. Yessiree bob.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

<Snipped quote by GreenGrenade>

I'm glad you're a good sport about that.

@Blue Demon

Can't deny the truth, lol.

I'm also planning to develop Andy over the course of the RP, get him to mature (or at least, show his mature side). Hopefully Wraith makes that easy by making something terrible happen to everyone.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

• Hughes, Andrew
  
  What's there to say? I know him, but he's super immature and annoying.

@Blue Demon

Word.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Okay, posted. It's a little lacklustre, but mostly because I wanted to give at least an idea of what Andy was doing during the first three pages of the IC. I also added Andy's relationship sheet under his CS, if you peeps wanna check it out. See where you stand.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

ANDY

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You would not believe what happened this morning.

S’tann was being a dick (well, that’s a given. Anyone would believe that.) – and I didn’t say or do anything to piss him off even more! (There it is.)

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “But Andy, pissing him off is like the coffee to your hangover!” And while you might not be wrong, I am going to say that, in my defence, I had a weird morning. So, here’s the deets: I got out of bed, right? And I wanted breakfast, so I went to get breakfast. And then… I didn’t go over to Mari and Freddie to initiate our regular conversation.

“So…”

“The fuck up, Andy.”

And I didn’t go over to Amethyst to try and talk to her (which turned out to be a good move), and Julian was away, so I couldn’t hang with him, because he’s a dick like that. But here’s the real weird part: When I have no one to talk to, I normally find some random to mess around with. It’s a good strategy that works nine/ten times, because I find that people at Corrigan are nice, with the exception of my friends. My friends are arseholes. (See above conversation for evidence.) But I didn’t do that. No, I just got my breakfast, sat alone at a table, and ate it. Yeah. And then S’tann was a dick and stuff and it would’ve been a perfect opportunity to get him started up, but I didn’t.

It was strangely mature of me.

Drama went about as expected. Ms. Brown announced this year’s production, Freddie got mad, and I fist bumped the guy sitting next to me, because Star Wars. Freddie stormed out of the room (Ha. Get it?), and I felt obliged to do everyone else a favour and ask him a question.

“Hey, Fred, mate, my British coz, since you’re leaving, could you maybe make the rain go away? It’s kind of a bummer.”

Turns out it was a stupid question, because he ignored me.

The bell went, and, excitably, because I was excited, I jumped out of my chair to race for the door, because I knew what was up next – an A.R.C. Session. With John freaking Stewart. The only thing that stopped me was someone’s groan, a sound which could only have belonged to either a dying whale, or someone going through a really tough time.

Oh yeah, and Mari.

In an attempt to break out of the weirdness that was earlier that morning, I decided to approach her, cautiously, because one wrong move and she could tear me apart with words. Some would say she even rivals me in her sassmastery.

And so, strolling up to her, I asked, “Rough morning?”

Because I’m a good person, and I care about my friends.