General Role Play

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This is a "normal" role play. You live in KilleVille, and you go to the local school. Let the roleplaying commence!



Name: Fern
Age: 12
Looks(description or pictures): Short choppy white hair, white eyebrows, grey eyes, pale skin
Personality: N/A
Other:-

Ferns boots crunched against the snow that was falling onto the ground. She smiled, and a flake landed on her fingertip. Suddenly she was hit by a snowball in the back of the coat. She span around, expecting someone to be there, but nobody was.
Even though it was snowing, she was walking to school. She was in the park which she would've normally ridden through on her bike. Through the fence she could see the little kids playing on snow covered play grounds, their cheeks pink, their faces lit up with glee.
She smiled and headed through the shortcut though the trees to school.

"My name's Rhianna. What's yours?" she asked, taking her books.

"Im Ryan." he said said timidly. "Well, uh..... I got computer technology now, what do you have?" he asked.

"Dunno, I guess I have the same. You're new here?" Rhianna asked, vaguely checking her watch.

"Well, obviously, and I'm not used to how some lessons end quickly and some slowly." Ryan said.

"Better get used to it then." Rhianna said, not exactly trying to be helpful.

"Thanks for helping!" Ryan gave a fake smile. We'd better be oof, I don't want to know how mean the next teacher is!

Rhianna flashed an equally fake smile back. "Just to warn you, I hear our teacher's something of a intimidation central kind of person." She said, holding the door open for him.

(I've got something in mind, can I describe, or were you planning something?)

((Go on, I don't have any plan.))

"After you, my lady." Ryan smirked.

"Right, after me." Rhianna walked in and sat down. The teacher was standing at the front the class, waiting for everyone to come in. He was tall and thin, with straight, shoulder-length pale blonde hair, pale skin and piercing icy blue eyes. He cleared his throat and the class went silent.

Ryan snnezed. The teacher glared at him. Then he looked back at the class.

(forget whatever my charrie was before xD)

"My name is Mr. Bryan, and I will be teaching this class." he said, staring at them all. "Somebody hasn't gotten enough sleep." Rhianna muttered. "What was that?" Mr.Bryan asked, narrowing his eyes.

Ryan gave a furtive look at Rhianna.

"Nothing." Rhianna said.
"Nothing, sir."
"Right."
"Open your textbooks and do the following questions..." Mr. Bryan turned around and began writing on the whiteboard(or blackboard, whichever)

((Less and less schools are using blackboards. I'm used to whiteboard.))

Ryan obediently took out his textbook, but realized he didn't have his pen, and that he had left in in his bag. I quickly glqnced around. His eyes fell on Rhianna. He poked her. "Pen please..." he whispered as low as possible.

(how can he poke her with a pen if he doesn't have a pen?)

"Sorry, no spares." Rhianna said, turning around quickly as Mr. Bryan glared at them.

((XD I made a mistake. :P))

Ryan searched deserperately between the pages for any pencil or pen. He found an old, unsharpened pencil. "That'll do." he thought.

((So what was your plan?))

(I dunno, Ryan and Rhianna interrupt, get in trouble with Mr.Bryan, go from there?)

((Okay!))

......

((you start. :P))

"Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" Rhianna whispered.
"You two both should have come prepared. Stop interrupting the class." Mr. Bryan said, not looking up from the book he was reading.
"If I knew 'computers' meant 'maths questions' I would have." Rhianna muttered under her breath.

Name: Cleopatra Nicknamed 'Cleo' or 'Queenie'
Age: 12
Looks(description or pictures):
Personality: N/a
Other: she's named after me :D


Cleo burst into the room. "Sorry, I'm a, Late?" Her hair seemed to be messy, but like it was on purpose. "My unicycle tire popped while I was riding over here, so I had to walk halfway."

Mr.Bryan turned to her. "In future, please refrain from bursting into the room. Textbook questions are on the board." he said, glaring icily at her.

Cleo shrank back as much as she could, and found a seat next to Rhianna. She took out her text book, which was covered with doodles of bunnies and stuff. She looked at the board, and sighed.

"Don't mind him, he's bit of an Ice King, y'know?" Rhianna whispered.

"I could tell the minute I saw him." Cleo whispered back.

"So, bad hair day?" Rhianna asked.