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Fox raised a hand in a halfhearted goodbye and followed Thomas. He kept a fair amount of distance away and he looked poised to run any second. "Well, you're creepiness level has officially increased by a hundred." he remarked bluntly. "So what business are we talking here?
WOOOO paaartaaaay B)
Though Fox may be thinking, 'WOOOO moooooneeeeeey $_$'
Though Fox may be thinking, 'WOOOO moooooneeeeeey $_$'
"Really now? I just came here to get in, get out, and get a job. Not particularly in that order." Fox leaned back a bit in his seat. "I'm in sports, yeah. And by your fancy-pantsy little jacket, I'm guessing you too?"
Fox looked up as some guy jumped up on a table and made an announcement about a party. He couldn't help but grin a little as the guy was chased by some cop shortly after. Party, huh? While he did tend to avoid crowds, Fox had been to a generous portion of parties; it was never usually for socializing. Parties needed booze to really kick off. Fox had that booze. It was his business to sell it, and this was the perfect opportunity to do so. He smirked, eyeing the guy chased by the cop. Perhaps he found the perfect little trade partner.
Before he could ask Thalia if she was going, Thomas asked Fox to talk about...something.b
"Um...okay? Just don't stuff me in a white van or whatever," Fox answered. "And, um, thanks again, Thalia."
Fox looked up as some guy jumped up on a table and made an announcement about a party. He couldn't help but grin a little as the guy was chased by some cop shortly after. Party, huh? While he did tend to avoid crowds, Fox had been to a generous portion of parties; it was never usually for socializing. Parties needed booze to really kick off. Fox had that booze. It was his business to sell it, and this was the perfect opportunity to do so. He smirked, eyeing the guy chased by the cop. Perhaps he found the perfect little trade partner.
Before he could ask Thalia if she was going, Thomas asked Fox to talk about...something.b
"Um...okay? Just don't stuff me in a white van or whatever," Fox answered. "And, um, thanks again, Thalia."
Ludonear Ferta said
Sorry, RC Master, I really couldn't come up with anything for Rus
It's okay! I'll just have him stalkfollow Alexia or something.
Fox grimaced as some of the shake fell on his jacket. He had no wishes of spending a day without his Ol' Reliable. Doing so was the equality of stripping down naked for a day.
"Hush..." he muttered at Thalia's teasing, his face flushed with embarrassment. "And, um, sure...thanks or whatever."
Le began to rise when a girl bumped into Fox. "Watch it," he snapped. The girl was nervously talking and eventually left. Fox raised an eyebrow. "Weird."
"Hush..." he muttered at Thalia's teasing, his face flushed with embarrassment. "And, um, sure...thanks or whatever."
Le began to rise when a girl bumped into Fox. "Watch it," he snapped. The girl was nervously talking and eventually left. Fox raised an eyebrow. "Weird."
Fox barely glanced up from his food as Thomas and Ava left the table. He visibly relaxed. Crowds, both big and small, weren't exactly on his top ten favourite things list.
"...Fox," he greeted after giving the table occupants a good look. "Name's Fox." The occupants seemed okay enough to give his name to, and he was pretty sure he had a few classes with some of them.
He moved his hand, accidentally knocking over his milkshake. He swore under his breath as the drink quickly spread across the table.
"...Fox," he greeted after giving the table occupants a good look. "Name's Fox." The occupants seemed okay enough to give his name to, and he was pretty sure he had a few classes with some of them.
He moved his hand, accidentally knocking over his milkshake. He swore under his breath as the drink quickly spread across the table.
Ludonear Ferta said
I want to (up to some point) introduce a day-to-day system. All of our characters are a bit out of touch with makes it hard to roleplay. Right now I'm functioning as the one who keeps everything going, but I'm getting a bit stuck now with one character (Orthrus). I don't really know how to make a post right now that would help that character move on. I think that problem can be solved in two ways.1. We can try to get our lonely characters a bit closer together.2. We can introduce that day-to-day system where we simply say, this character is done for today.It's probably less of a problem than I make it out to be, but I'd like to avoid it becoming a big problem all the same.
I'm okay with whatever you're more comfortable doing.
Fox walked into the Canteen, sticking to the walls to avoid the crowd. Usually he preferred to eat in his own dorm, but after a little (well, more like HUGE) cockroach incident, he had stuck to eating in the Canteen. He fell in line, grabbed a milkshake and sandwich, and headed towards the tables.
Mentally groaning with discomfort, Fox surveyed the tables and scowled. Every table was occupied with their own little group of nerds, jocks, rich kids, or whatever else there was. And to be frank, each group sounded equally annoying to him. He headed towards the least populated table and plopped down. He cast the occupants an annoyed glare before digging into his sandwich.
"Please note that all students are asked to keep their parties to a minimum, it has raised concerns with the Ofsted Examiners that are assessing the school... Thank you."
Fox paused midbite as the announcement came on. A troubled look momentarily passed over his eyes. Hopefully this wouldn't be a hindrance to his little...'business'.
Mentally groaning with discomfort, Fox surveyed the tables and scowled. Every table was occupied with their own little group of nerds, jocks, rich kids, or whatever else there was. And to be frank, each group sounded equally annoying to him. He headed towards the least populated table and plopped down. He cast the occupants an annoyed glare before digging into his sandwich.
"Please note that all students are asked to keep their parties to a minimum, it has raised concerns with the Ofsted Examiners that are assessing the school... Thank you."
Fox paused midbite as the announcement came on. A troubled look momentarily passed over his eyes. Hopefully this wouldn't be a hindrance to his little...'business'.
Name: Jarod 'Fox' Ortega
Age: 19
Appearance:
His wardrobe mainly consists of any kind of shirt he can find in his closet, jeans, and a brown leather jacket he wears almost all the time.
Personality: There's a reason people call him 'Fox'. Sly, sneaky, and swift, he's been known to be quite the smuggler and seller of booze and drugs. Despite this, he has surprisingly never drank nor smoked. He's an excellent liar and uses this talent to slip away from often sticky situations.
Fox isn't exactly the most welcoming guy. He's rude and distrustful the first time you meet him, but he's actually pretty nice and generous once you get to know him. ...Erm, sort of.
He's ambitious and prideful when it comes to art and sports,especially track, and will take up almost any challenge, no matter how ridiculous.
Subjects:
English
Animation
Calculus
World History
Spanish
Athletic Training
Social Group: Inbetween, but he drifts towards the jocks.
Bio: Fox lived a sheltered life. His parents often kept him in his room, forcing the boy to study. Because of this, he seldom made friends and mainly kept to himself. He would spend his time just drawing or playing sports.
Over the years, Fox grew more and more rebellious. He would sneak out constantly, cause trouble, and was eventually held back a grade due to troubles in school. After getting into a harsh fight with his parents, Fox was kicked out at age eighteen. Luckily, a generous aunt of his lived close by. Fox spent a year with her focusing on sports and art before enrolling into CBU.
Any Relationships/Friendships Already Formed?
Nada.
Age: 19
Appearance:
His wardrobe mainly consists of any kind of shirt he can find in his closet, jeans, and a brown leather jacket he wears almost all the time.
Personality: There's a reason people call him 'Fox'. Sly, sneaky, and swift, he's been known to be quite the smuggler and seller of booze and drugs. Despite this, he has surprisingly never drank nor smoked. He's an excellent liar and uses this talent to slip away from often sticky situations.
Fox isn't exactly the most welcoming guy. He's rude and distrustful the first time you meet him, but he's actually pretty nice and generous once you get to know him. ...Erm, sort of.
He's ambitious and prideful when it comes to art and sports,especially track, and will take up almost any challenge, no matter how ridiculous.
Subjects:
English
Animation
Calculus
World History
Spanish
Athletic Training
Social Group: Inbetween, but he drifts towards the jocks.
Bio: Fox lived a sheltered life. His parents often kept him in his room, forcing the boy to study. Because of this, he seldom made friends and mainly kept to himself. He would spend his time just drawing or playing sports.
Over the years, Fox grew more and more rebellious. He would sneak out constantly, cause trouble, and was eventually held back a grade due to troubles in school. After getting into a harsh fight with his parents, Fox was kicked out at age eighteen. Luckily, a generous aunt of his lived close by. Fox spent a year with her focusing on sports and art before enrolling into CBU.
Any Relationships/Friendships Already Formed?
Nada.
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