Lemons

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

*Posted it twice, ignore this*

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

When no beatdown was forthcoming, Gavin unclasped his hands and looked up, where Evelyn—no, Sylvia—was stretching out hers. He cautiously took it, rising to his feet, still looking at her warily. That's...somewhat unexpected...well, I guess she doesn't want to slay me. But looks can be deceiving...I'll wait, I guess, until I can make my escape and not be threatened by...something. His gaze flicked to the sword in the corner and he gulped and smiled nervously, his bracelet slowly crawling up his arm until it reached his elbow, where it stopped. "Well, uh...Do you mind if I room in here?"

That was quite possibly the most random question I've asked, There're plenty of other rooms not occupied, and those that are occupied are probably occupied by people that are less likely to pole me. What in the hell possessed me to ask it‽ Outwardly, the only sign of his inner chastisement was a swift movement and the loud, meaty sound of a palm colliding with a forehead fast enough to set a land speed record.

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

After a long period of slogging through the streets slowly, Gavin finally drew upon the building. As he walked into the cubical structure, the blast of cool air caused him to shiver slightly as he looked around at the odd interior. Sighing slightly, he headed to what looked to be the dorms. Walking with his head still ringing slightly, he noticed a small note pasted on one door. Squinting at it, he made out "Sylvia". Strange, this looks...familiar...ah well. Opening the door, he walked in, letting out a relieved breath as he let the steel bars clang loudly to the ground. Making his way over to the couch, he slumped down, talking loudly to himself. It was a habit that he had picked up from long hours alone. "Gah, my head...what was her problem? Granted, I may have started shouting, labeled myself a freak forever and whispered some questionable things in her ear, but that is NO reason to slam my head into a pole!" Standing up, he began pacing with the energy and coordination of anger. "And blowing up about her brother and my sister's funeral! What the hell was that about?" Unzipping his bag, he yanked out a bar and gripped it tightly as it quickly and jerkily transformed into a short sword made of steel, slicing it at the curtain.

The curtain remained staunchly unsliced.

A guttural noise came from his throat as he tossed the blade aside and yanked open the curtain, trying to get at some fresh air to cool down. He took half an angry step forward, then froze. In front of him was a familiar person, staring at him with a flat expression on her face.

Sweat beaded on his brow as he slowly slid the curtain shut, turned around, calmly walked behind the couch and crouched down, praying for his life.

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

WinterNightSky said
Wait Lemons is a guy? I always thought he was a girl. lol

It's the profile picture, isn't it? (Haha)

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Well we can try!

...Somehow!

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

Gavin, quite frankly, had no idea what to do. After about ten minutes of waiting around for the station to become slightly less crowded, he'd suffered some sort of relapse from getting his head slammed very, very hard into a steel pole and had staggered a few paces before slumping over unconscious. Now he finally woke up, disoriented and nauseous, to find himself on an empty platform. His clumsy fingers fumbled with his wristband, but couldn't produce the desired result, and his head was still a little too woozy to understand what green lights on the ground would mean. As he attempted to sit up, he was instantly dragged down again before remembering that he had roughly thirty pounds of steel on his back, preventing him from rising. After some effort, he managed to wriggle out of the backpack's stranglehold and stand shakily, looking around drowsily. Something caught his eye and he focused on it.

Standing there was salvation in the form of a red-haired older boy with red-orange eyes, scrolling down his own map. Sidling up, Gavin attempted to speak.

"Hey."

His voice was raspy and dry, and constituted barely a whisper, but on the dead-silent platform, you could hear a pin drop. Gavin motioned to the holographic screen, concentrating on speaking a little more clearly. "Mind if I take a look at that?" He crossed his fingers behind his back, hoping that this guy wasn't like the people back in the old city.

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

After a minute or so, Gavin finally recovered from the ringing in his head. I think I just got headslammed into a pole. Yep, that happened. Rubbing his nose ruefully, he suddenly noticed that the train had stopped, and had indeed been slowing down for the past few minutes. Still just as clueless as ever, he mentally sighed, then shouldered his bag of metal, grunting at the weight, and walked to the door. Outside, the air was warm and muggy, the humidity well past 80 percent. He groaned under his breath, taking his hoodie off and shoving it into his bag with the steel. Rolling his shoulders, he settled his t-shirt properly, then grasped the bag again.

Hearing a slight sound from the train, he glanced back, seeing "Evelyn" dropping a small assortment of items. The coin? Meh. The metal was too pale for steel or iron, probably silver, and was thus useless to him. The knife was a little bit more interesting. Silver knives were impractical, so it was most likely made of stainless steel. The final piece was the most intriguing. It looked to be a name tag. Before somebody walked in front of him, he could read the letter "S" as the first letter. He smiled with a sort of joyless satisfaction and muttered, "I knew you were lying about your name..." under his breath. That left the question, what was her real name? Reflecting on how to find out, he mirrored her actions, pressing hard upon his solid-steel armband and scrolling through the menus.

Slice-of-life High School

Oh sorry Lemons was not paying attention...

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Slice-of-life High School

Haru's eyes finally slipped open about half an hour later, fluttering for a minute or so before finally actually registering visual stimuli. He groaned and rolled over, and only when he rolled over an arm did he realize that someone was sitting next to him. Looking up, he saw Hotaru sitting above him. He swallowed. I just rolled onto her arm, didn't I? He winced. It hurt to think, and when he tried to speak, his voice came out as a muffled "Wh'ppend?" Making a frustrated noise, he concentrated on speaking and tried again, this time a bit more forcefully. "Whu' happned?" Good enough. I remember hitting something hard, but that's about it. Almost as an afterthought, he added "Srry for your arm."

Attempting to sit up, he watched as the room spun, spiraling around a point somewhere to his left. He groaned again, louder this time, then flopped down again. The nurse rushed over. "Please, you have to stay there. I think you have a concussion. Just...lie still for awhile, okay?" She placed a small plastic cup of water in his hand, and two painkillers in the other hand, then bustled off again, fetching a clipboard and writing feverishly.