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9 yrs ago
Current I'm updating my status because there was a typo in the last one.
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9 yrs ago
I'm honestly sick of updating this. This will probably be ny status for the next four months.
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9 yrs ago
So apparently I have an ear infection as well as some other kind of nasty virus. Fantastic.
9 yrs ago
Okay.. maybe I panic a little when nobody's posted for 10 hours. I have no life outside the internet.
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9 yrs ago
I don't know how much caffeine I've just injested and I'm pretty sure it was all a mistake.

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Cool! I'm like 90% sure I'm joining this.


Tobit Broflovski


"Uhh..."
Toby looked a little lost. He wasn't really expecting to be addressed so suddenly, and having the events of a couple days ago brought up sent unpleasant memories coursing back through his mind. He sat up and cleared his throat, readjusting the bandage over his eye which had started to slip, showing the corner of what appeared to be a large gash across his forehead and over his left eyelid.
"I guess so. I mean, are school years ever 'smooth'?" He laughed quietly to himself, looking just over Quinten's shoulder rather than directly at him. "Anyway, I dunno about being good at fighting, no matter how bad Marco is. I've been in a few fights in my lifetime... which is to say I've lost a few fights in my lifetime. Besides, Marco and I aren't even mad at each other or anything." Toby wasn't quite so sure about the last part. At least, he hoped that Marco wasn't cross with him for being kind of rude the other day. He hadn't acted like he was.
Toby coughed harshly, once again instinctively fingering through his pocket for his inhaler even though he knew it wasn't there. He wondered if anyone in this room had a dog or something. That would explain his asthma acting up. Either way, it probably wasn't a big deal and he intended to ignore it as long as he possibly could.
He turned his gaze back to the floor, occasionally glancing up at Quinten who seemed to be talking to someone else now. That 'someone else' he recognized as being Maria from Wednesday at the carnival. Funny how all those people he talked to happened to share homeroom with him, he thought, looking out the window with a slight wince of discomfort.
@A Tattooed Girl
I'm mostly waiting on @SmileyJaws to get back to Tae Min, but Quinten interacted with Toby so I'm right now I'm just waiting for a few more posts to go up so my posts aren't right on top of each other, because I feel like that might be starting to annoy people XD
How old would characters be?
Hey guys, let's talk about the terrible things that can happen if you drink contaminated water for extended periods of time! Legionnaire's Disease, parasites, Hepatitis A, dysentery and so forth! Waterborne disease is a truly fascinating subject. :D
Holy shit you have no idea how long I've been waiting for an 18th Century RP
This is literally what I started RPing for.

I'd love to join, but I have a few questions.
-How many characters do you expect to have in this RP, as in how large will the group be?
-Do you plan to have a posting order or rules on how fast or slow the RP can go?
-Age limits: do they exist and what are they? I mean, aside from the obvious taboo of playing a character who is too young or old to take care of themselves.
-How realistic do you plan to have time and space be? Like, in many RPs minor time anomalies like going back in time a bit for the sake of dialogue are ignored, traveling can be as fast as the plot demands it to be, etc. Is it going to be more like that or would you insist on some basic level of realism when it comes to the timeline?
-Would 1770 historical events like the Boston Massacre still be taking place?
-I had a few other questions, but this is all that's coming to mind right now and I have to go to school.
Ciel



Location - Franklin, Heard County High School



Unfortunately, Ciel knew quite enough French to get the gist of what the man with the tragic haircut was saying. He was only slightly offended. He didn't like his name much himself, though his mother always thought she was quite the genius for coming up with such an 'original' name. Ciel rolled his eyes, then looked up to the Frenchman, his head tilted slightly and his face a sardonic deadpan.

"I'm glad you like it. Now would you mind telling me your name?" He said briskly. Despite his parents both having been European, Ciel carried a more local southern accent. Not quite as a bad a drawl as if he'd been raised in Texas or god forbid Alabama, but rather a warm, lilted intonation riddled by the high pitch of prepubescence. He raised an eyebrow, silently anticipating an answer. He imagined the Frenchman would be named something that would be easy to make fun of. The French often named their children after royalty, and Ciel knew quite a bit about the rule of France from the 1600s onward. It was the kind of thing his tutors thought it important to teach.

The Frenchman had gone on to snap at Sana, and Ciel went back to quietly looking around. He still wasn't feeling well at all, and but decided to refrain from asking for medical treatment and only take it if it was offered. Besides, he was pretty sure that if he got some food into his system and kept his injuries relatively clean, he would be fine.
@A Tattooed Girl
I'm going to be a good boy and wait for someone else to get a post in before I write out a reply to yours.

Edit: If nobody's posted by tomorrow, I'm giving up.
I hate being sick... ;__;


Aw, I hope you feel better soon.
2 days later...
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