Wade Wilson

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

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RICK ALLEN Star City; Corrigan School for

Advanced Learning and Development

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@Natsu -:- @Heathen -:- @Lord Wraith -:- @Mr Allen J -:- @Natty -:- @Tyler

"That'd be enough of that."

The sound of Professor Garrick's voice immediately snapped Rick out of whatever it was came over him. The sparks in his eyes died down, but he still kept Richard in a firm grasp.

"I-I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what came over me."

The professor proceeded to smile.

"Would you believe that I used to be much faster. Mr. Allen, if you could put the boy down. I believe the three of you are late to class."

With this, Rick slowly set Richard back down onto the ground, however still pissed at him.

"I hope I can safely assume that everything here will be resolved and let go. It would be a shame for potential team mates to squabble over a difference of opinion. Batman and Superman haven't seen eye to eye in their entire careers, but are known for having one of the strongest friendships in the League."

Rick nodded, though immediately contradicted this as he punched Richard in the nose, before speeding off. He regretted this, however, as Professor Garrick would probably be on his case later. Despite this, he pushed forward, weaving in and out of people and structures, before bursting into class, only to find he was too late - class was done. He went red with embarassment as he stood there, being stared at by everyone, but worst of all - being stared at by Miss Brown.

"Aw, crap..." He groaned.

Shadow of the Skyline

@wade Wilson Lets do it PM wise, in case there is any plot you want to make cement. I don't have any particular plans as of right now, just waiting to see what the story does to me.

@Thaddeus Dron

Got it. Should I do the first PM post or you?

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

Nothing wrong with enjoying both.

@Lord Wraith

Hear hear. I love both Arrow, The Flash, Jessica Jones and Daredevil.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

@AnnaBeth

This might play out interesting with a kid on the squad. If they ever cross paths, of course.

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

Typing up a post now.

Shadow of the Skyline

Prophet can hire you. He needs people anyway

@Thaddeus Dron

Alright, sounds good. Do you want to do it as a PM collaboration?

Shadow of the Skyline

I will if I don't get any response to the offer by tomorrow.

Shadow of the Skyline

Nice posts everyone! Is there anyone that hasn't posted? If not, I think we can open it up to free reign (IE. You can post in any order, as often as you need or want to)

@OnlyThePie

I actually haven't posted yet. I'm waiting on someone to hire Cole IC'ly, that'll kinda be my grounds for the post.

Of Mice and Men and Zombies

Gonna have to drop this. My plate's a bit full balancing real life with RPG at the moment. Feel free to write Wolfie and Henry out :P

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

The Apartment Group
110 E 8th St
Wilmington, Delaware

The man in the suit (the one who had suggested coming here in the first place) had woken up Todd and presented him with a drink and some food, telling him to have as much as he wanted. He liked that idea. Todd's vision was blurry at first, as the man walked away to talk to some people, but with a rub of his eyes he managed to see what was in front of him. At first, he thought he was dead - right there in front of him was a 2 litre bottle of Dr Pepper. Dr Pepper...

This got all the life back into him. The boy quickly scrambled off the ground and sat down, twisting the lid open and listening to the satisfying ssssssssh of the gas escaping. He then pulled it off, bringing the rim to his lips, and smelling the sweet liquid as it ran into his mouth. He closed his eyes, savouring the taste as his entire mouth learned the existance of liquid once again. He drank a little bit, wanting to save some for later, before moving onto the cheerios.

Todd practically poured a fifth of the bag into his mouth, crunching away contently. If he were any smaller, you'd almost think he were a toddler laughing at a sneeze. He closed the box - making sure to use the special tabs to keep it fresh - and made sure the lid was on the Dr Pepper good and tight. Then, he stood up, the pop in his right hand and the cereal in his left, before walking over to where the football player and three men he hadn't seen before were.

"Where are we?" He asked, holding his food and drink possessively.