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Jun 26, 2013 07:20AM
Alrighty! Where do you want to start?
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I was just basically thinking about two kids (kinda prefer a guy and a guy but we can do a guy and a girl or a girl and a girl doesn't really matter) who don't know each other at first but turn out to be best friends. Later on they encounter a supernatural being basically telling them that they have 'gifts' (superpowers basically) and they have to use them for good and to defeat evil supernatural beings
Sorry it's just a loose outline, I just want you to have some input as well
Sorry it's just a loose outline, I just want you to have some input as well
Wooooo I love it. Hold on a sec...I have a plot somewhere that could actually go with this.
Okay. What if, after they get the superpowers--as in all good, yet somewhat cliche, comic--there are people that want to take them away?Whaddaya think? xD
I love it! It's a good way of putting in the main protagonist in this roleplay instead of just random enemies one after another :) So do you want to make an outline of these characters or just kinda start off and wing it? xD
Okay, so will they guy and girl both be protagonists, or will one be the antagonist?And I'm fine with winging it. Are you going to be the girl, or the guy?
Oh crap I meant antagonist xD oh jezz I'm sorry xD So the guy and the girl will both be the protaginists and then there can be this crazy person who can be the main antagonist that tries to take away their powers. I would prefer to be the girl if that's okay :)
Okay, that works. :DAnd I must warn you, I'm not the best at RPing guys, but I'm decent. Eh.
Want to start?
Oh it's fine xD Don't worry! At least this will just add more experience :)
And sure yeah!
-START-
The sound of clicking heels down a hallway could be heard from the room on the basement floor of Carmichael High School. Follow this sound, a loud female voice could also be heard down the hallway and getting closer to the detention room.
"Mrs. Gregory, you don't understand. It wasn't me that put the lab frog on your chair! I swear it was--"
"I don't want any of your excuses, Miss Heather McNichol. I know it was you and my decision was final." The older looking woman with grey metal rimmed glasses, a suit jacket, and pencil skirt on looked down upon Heather and opened the room's door. "Now, please take a seat until 4:30."
Heather felt like she wanted to pull out her long brown hair out and rolled her deep green eyes. The school's blue uniform skirt swished as she made her way into the room.
It was there that the most delinquents hung out after school, even if they did not have detention that afternoon. At least they were not being rowdy elsewhere and in the site of a teacher, right?
Plus, the teacher that supervised detention was not that bad. He was a young teacher that most of the students looked up to and adored, so while he did a word puzzle or two in his little handbook, the other teenagers in the room hung out by sitting on the desks and talked to their friends or, if your a goody two shoes like Heather, you tend to hide yourself in the corner of the room and do your homework silently.
"I don't belong here, I don't belong here, I don't belong here..." She repeated the mantra quietly to herself as she placed her book bag on her desk and looked out the high window that seemed like her only look of freedom during these few agonizing hours.
And sure yeah!
-START-
The sound of clicking heels down a hallway could be heard from the room on the basement floor of Carmichael High School. Follow this sound, a loud female voice could also be heard down the hallway and getting closer to the detention room.
"Mrs. Gregory, you don't understand. It wasn't me that put the lab frog on your chair! I swear it was--"
"I don't want any of your excuses, Miss Heather McNichol. I know it was you and my decision was final." The older looking woman with grey metal rimmed glasses, a suit jacket, and pencil skirt on looked down upon Heather and opened the room's door. "Now, please take a seat until 4:30."
Heather felt like she wanted to pull out her long brown hair out and rolled her deep green eyes. The school's blue uniform skirt swished as she made her way into the room.
It was there that the most delinquents hung out after school, even if they did not have detention that afternoon. At least they were not being rowdy elsewhere and in the site of a teacher, right?
Plus, the teacher that supervised detention was not that bad. He was a young teacher that most of the students looked up to and adored, so while he did a word puzzle or two in his little handbook, the other teenagers in the room hung out by sitting on the desks and talked to their friends or, if your a goody two shoes like Heather, you tend to hide yourself in the corner of the room and do your homework silently.
"I don't belong here, I don't belong here, I don't belong here..." She repeated the mantra quietly to herself as she placed her book bag on her desk and looked out the high window that seemed like her only look of freedom during these few agonizing hours.
Archer looked up at the sound of Mrs. Gregory. What a wretched hag. He was sitting in the far corner of the room, where light didn't bother him. Arch typically didn't spend his days here...very rarely, in fact. Was it his fault that he defended himself? No, not at all. He couldn't help that he was strong but small, and an easy target.A bruised jaw made him seem tough, but in all actuality, he was terrified of detention. He hated the basement, and hated the people that would hang out here. A girl sat near him, and she looked awfully scared, yet bored.
"Hey," Archer hissed to the girl, "What goes on?" His grey eyes shone, and Arch's rowdy brown hair was all over the place.
The sudden hiss almost made Heather jump out of her seat. A few boys turned towards her because of the noise but then decided to continue their conversation with each other about how a girl's ass looked mighty fine in her spandex during gym that day and how Robbie Rawstrong almost did a slam dunk only to end up in the hospital with a sprained ankle.
Heather rolled her eyes at the boy's topic of conversation and turned to Archer. Archer was a boy that she knew well, but not very well at the same time. They have been in the same classes ever since grade school and they've been acquaintances ever since. Who knew that they would end up in the same detention session too.
"Just observing the imbecile behavior of the teenage boy in it's natural habitat." Heather said in a low voice to Archer to make sure the other boys didn't hear her. As she said that the boys figured to have a belching contest to which, in response, Heather's face turn to the expression of disgust. At least Archer was here. If he wasn't, who else could she turn to in this crisis? Not they they were too terribly close or anything, but Heather felt that she could at least talk to him to pass the time. "I got in here because I apparently put the lab frog on Mrs. Gregory's chair when it was clearly Rick McCandless's fault. I will cry the day if she ever decides to become a court judge or something. The woman doesn't listen to reason." Heather folded her arms and sighed after she adjusted the plain black headband on her head. "So, what are you in here for?" She spoke as if they were both in prison which seemed to almost be the case. "Got into a fight?" Heather pointed to the bruised jaw. "Didn't know you had it in you." Man she could be a motor mouth.
Heather rolled her eyes at the boy's topic of conversation and turned to Archer. Archer was a boy that she knew well, but not very well at the same time. They have been in the same classes ever since grade school and they've been acquaintances ever since. Who knew that they would end up in the same detention session too.
"Just observing the imbecile behavior of the teenage boy in it's natural habitat." Heather said in a low voice to Archer to make sure the other boys didn't hear her. As she said that the boys figured to have a belching contest to which, in response, Heather's face turn to the expression of disgust. At least Archer was here. If he wasn't, who else could she turn to in this crisis? Not they they were too terribly close or anything, but Heather felt that she could at least talk to him to pass the time. "I got in here because I apparently put the lab frog on Mrs. Gregory's chair when it was clearly Rick McCandless's fault. I will cry the day if she ever decides to become a court judge or something. The woman doesn't listen to reason." Heather folded her arms and sighed after she adjusted the plain black headband on her head. "So, what are you in here for?" She spoke as if they were both in prison which seemed to almost be the case. "Got into a fight?" Heather pointed to the bruised jaw. "Didn't know you had it in you." Man she could be a motor mouth.
