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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
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- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Mutant, Post Apoc
(RP based off super human school. Highschool through college. You can play one or two characters. I'm choosing to play both a main and secondary character; roomates. I do not expect or require that anyone make posts as long as mine. Just have fun and see what happens. Romance, Cussing and Fighting are all allowed, but remember that this is not a Mature thread and we are not all over 18. Godmodding is unacceptable and all Iwaku rules apply! )
"Wake up lazy face!" The alarm clock on my bed side table vibrated and jumped about on the shiny silver tray. The annoying high pitched, cheerful voice of my roommate, Quinn animated my alarm; making it ten times more aggravating. My open palm flailed over the table and when it came in contact with the cold jumping plastic, sent it flying to the ground. When I didn't hear the thump of a collision with the hard wood flooring, I reluctantly uncovered my eyes from the warmth of my sheets. The clock was hovering inches above the ground, facing me.
"Becca, you have to stop throwing your alarm clock, we can't afford to keep buying new ones!" Quinn's cheerful tone was too much to take in my first moments of being conscious, let alone throughout the rest of the day. Her voice had upward inflection, despite the fact she was scolding me. Everything about her made my head hurt, the bright clothes, determined persona and especially the cheerful demeanor. I grumbled and covered my face again, retreating back into the comfort of my single sized, red checkered comforter. I heard the alarm being set back in place on the nightstand and Quinn sigh as she paced around the room. I hadn't been here long, but Quinn had already established that she and I were supposed to be best friends. I didn't think about the possibility, simply because I didn't want to.
"Class will start soon silly! You don't want to be late again, do you?"
Turning my body away from her, I gripped the blankets tightly against my head. Quinn always managed to be uppity and cheerful. It completely blew my mind.
"Becca…seriously! Come on, you know how mad Mrs. Masterson will be if we are late for Control class!"
As her black painted fingernails gripped at my sheets, I could also feel the additional tug of her telekinesis. Quinn was like me, special in a certain way that normal people hated. I'm sure though, that her personality was enough to stir up enough annoyance in any person to make them dislike her.
"Masterson..." I said under my breath. The name was too fitting for what she lectured. Control class was one of the most repulsive classes that I was forced to attend. After being in this school for a month, I knew that Masterson and I would not be getting along. The way she tosses back her long blonde hair and encourages all of her students to believe in themselves and use their powers for the "greater good" What kind of bullshit is that? Just because you are different doesn't mean you should use what your given for the good of all people; especially not the people that snicker and spit at your differences. After gritting my teeth at my own wild contemplation I stretched my leg outward, feeling the cool air of the conditioned dorm room engulf my bare skin. The tingling sensation of goose bumps shot up my body. When I uncovered my face, Quinn was hovering above me.
Moaning distastefully at her brightly painted neon purple eye shadow, I rolled my thin figure to the edge of the slender bed.
"Wake up lazy face!" The alarm clock on my bed side table vibrated and jumped about on the shiny silver tray. The annoying high pitched, cheerful voice of my roommate, Quinn animated my alarm; making it ten times more aggravating. My open palm flailed over the table and when it came in contact with the cold jumping plastic, sent it flying to the ground. When I didn't hear the thump of a collision with the hard wood flooring, I reluctantly uncovered my eyes from the warmth of my sheets. The clock was hovering inches above the ground, facing me.
"Becca, you have to stop throwing your alarm clock, we can't afford to keep buying new ones!" Quinn's cheerful tone was too much to take in my first moments of being conscious, let alone throughout the rest of the day. Her voice had upward inflection, despite the fact she was scolding me. Everything about her made my head hurt, the bright clothes, determined persona and especially the cheerful demeanor. I grumbled and covered my face again, retreating back into the comfort of my single sized, red checkered comforter. I heard the alarm being set back in place on the nightstand and Quinn sigh as she paced around the room. I hadn't been here long, but Quinn had already established that she and I were supposed to be best friends. I didn't think about the possibility, simply because I didn't want to.
"Class will start soon silly! You don't want to be late again, do you?"
Turning my body away from her, I gripped the blankets tightly against my head. Quinn always managed to be uppity and cheerful. It completely blew my mind.
"Becca…seriously! Come on, you know how mad Mrs. Masterson will be if we are late for Control class!"
As her black painted fingernails gripped at my sheets, I could also feel the additional tug of her telekinesis. Quinn was like me, special in a certain way that normal people hated. I'm sure though, that her personality was enough to stir up enough annoyance in any person to make them dislike her.
"Masterson..." I said under my breath. The name was too fitting for what she lectured. Control class was one of the most repulsive classes that I was forced to attend. After being in this school for a month, I knew that Masterson and I would not be getting along. The way she tosses back her long blonde hair and encourages all of her students to believe in themselves and use their powers for the "greater good" What kind of bullshit is that? Just because you are different doesn't mean you should use what your given for the good of all people; especially not the people that snicker and spit at your differences. After gritting my teeth at my own wild contemplation I stretched my leg outward, feeling the cool air of the conditioned dorm room engulf my bare skin. The tingling sensation of goose bumps shot up my body. When I uncovered my face, Quinn was hovering above me.
Moaning distastefully at her brightly painted neon purple eye shadow, I rolled my thin figure to the edge of the slender bed.
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