Post by Mick on Apr 24, 2007 13:47:16 GMT -5
This Role play goes back to the old Aoikon proboards. It served us of inspiration for LalaLand!
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So this is just a classical high school fic. Fell free to enter.
You may control a character and/or their friends. You can play others people's characters as long as they're interacting with yours. No limits, every content is allowed but be sure to respect the RP rules by the Admins.
The story is set on present day on Chicago, Western High. Western High is NOT a real school.
Human characters please. Feel free to turn your anthros into humans.
Thanks you,
~White
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It was 10 in the morning and Chicago's most crowded high school was dead silent. The playground was deserted and pigeons pranced around beaking the ground in search of food. A janitor fed them bread while he smoked a cigarette from his office. He sat in a bench by the mop and the bucket, where he spat before looking at his watch. It was time.
He closed the window and put his cap on, arranging his pants and belt and opening the door to the main hall.
The bell rang in a single continuous note before shutting up. Only seconds alter, all Hell broke lose and seemingly at the same time, all the classrooms' doors banged open, kids from various ages flying out.
John the janitor stood besides the door frame watching all the young people that passed by him.
A bunch of girls passed by in short skirts and all laughs. He remembered them, back in the day. He'd dated the whole lot of them.
After them, a group of tall, brod shouldered boys commented and eyed the girls hungrily. John smiled at that too.
His smile vanished when another kid passed by. He was tall, pale and wore make up like some outcasts did. His hair was raven black and his nails were painted black. He wore of black too. Simple black trousers that hang loosely on his narrow waist, trapped around his legs by heavy leather boots, that echoed with each step he gave. His hip bones were visible under he border of the plain black t-shirt he wore. Covering his shoulders and arms sat a warm, also black coat. A medium sized bondage collar wrapped around his long, slender neck.
The boy noticed John's attentive stare and looked him in the eye.
The janitor felt intimidated as the boy looked at him from above with bi-colored eyes. One was gray and th other shone in a vibrant gold.
The boy's eyes studied John's face, showing no expression.
"Maximus!"
The boy broke eye contact with the older man and turned his head to see who had called him.
Another young man leaned against a locker, arms crossed over his chest. He was equally white and had lip ring. He had no eyebrows.
Maximus headed to him.
On his way a 10th grade girl bumped against him. She looked up and shrieked, her cheeks acquiring a soft shade of pink. "S-sorry" she said.
Maximus smiled "No, sorry. It was my fault" his northern accent whispered.
The girl blushed even more and trailed off, looking over her shoulder to Maximus.
Poole smirked. "You just love to do that, don't you?"
Maximus played innocent: "Do what?"
"Make them wet" Poole spat "make them go over the edge"
Maximus just followed the girl with his eyes "Maybe."
Poole lift himself off the lockers and rearranged his long dreadlocks before absent mindedly taking Maximus's hand leading him out to the playground.
From across the hall, two eyes followed the 18 year olds as they spoke in their mother language.
John didn't like these boys. He didn't know why. He didn't like them Goth kids either but he couldn't put his finger on it why he hated these two. Were they f*g**ts, or just playing? Were they dark beings or just posers? John didn't know, but he sure as hell didn't want to have anything to do with it.
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So this is just a classical high school fic. Fell free to enter.
You may control a character and/or their friends. You can play others people's characters as long as they're interacting with yours. No limits, every content is allowed but be sure to respect the RP rules by the Admins.
The story is set on present day on Chicago, Western High. Western High is NOT a real school.
Human characters please. Feel free to turn your anthros into humans.
Thanks you,
~White
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It was 10 in the morning and Chicago's most crowded high school was dead silent. The playground was deserted and pigeons pranced around beaking the ground in search of food. A janitor fed them bread while he smoked a cigarette from his office. He sat in a bench by the mop and the bucket, where he spat before looking at his watch. It was time.
He closed the window and put his cap on, arranging his pants and belt and opening the door to the main hall.
The bell rang in a single continuous note before shutting up. Only seconds alter, all Hell broke lose and seemingly at the same time, all the classrooms' doors banged open, kids from various ages flying out.
John the janitor stood besides the door frame watching all the young people that passed by him.
A bunch of girls passed by in short skirts and all laughs. He remembered them, back in the day. He'd dated the whole lot of them.
After them, a group of tall, brod shouldered boys commented and eyed the girls hungrily. John smiled at that too.
His smile vanished when another kid passed by. He was tall, pale and wore make up like some outcasts did. His hair was raven black and his nails were painted black. He wore of black too. Simple black trousers that hang loosely on his narrow waist, trapped around his legs by heavy leather boots, that echoed with each step he gave. His hip bones were visible under he border of the plain black t-shirt he wore. Covering his shoulders and arms sat a warm, also black coat. A medium sized bondage collar wrapped around his long, slender neck.
The boy noticed John's attentive stare and looked him in the eye.
The janitor felt intimidated as the boy looked at him from above with bi-colored eyes. One was gray and th other shone in a vibrant gold.
The boy's eyes studied John's face, showing no expression.
"Maximus!"
The boy broke eye contact with the older man and turned his head to see who had called him.
Another young man leaned against a locker, arms crossed over his chest. He was equally white and had lip ring. He had no eyebrows.
Maximus headed to him.
On his way a 10th grade girl bumped against him. She looked up and shrieked, her cheeks acquiring a soft shade of pink. "S-sorry" she said.
Maximus smiled "No, sorry. It was my fault" his northern accent whispered.
The girl blushed even more and trailed off, looking over her shoulder to Maximus.
Poole smirked. "You just love to do that, don't you?"
Maximus played innocent: "Do what?"
"Make them wet" Poole spat "make them go over the edge"
Maximus just followed the girl with his eyes "Maybe."
Poole lift himself off the lockers and rearranged his long dreadlocks before absent mindedly taking Maximus's hand leading him out to the playground.
From across the hall, two eyes followed the 18 year olds as they spoke in their mother language.
John didn't like these boys. He didn't know why. He didn't like them Goth kids either but he couldn't put his finger on it why he hated these two. Were they f*g**ts, or just playing? Were they dark beings or just posers? John didn't know, but he sure as hell didn't want to have anything to do with it.