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True selves RP!
True selves RP!
In this RP, everyone will roleplay as, well, themselves! Obviously, we're going to have to change our last name to fit the Admin's requirements, but other than that, your personality and everything will be the same! However, all our ages will be thirteen because it's better if we're all in the same grade.
The sheet:
Name (Remember, change at least the last name):
Appearance:
Things they are good at:
Things they need work on:
Introvert or extrovert?
Optimist or pessimist?
Favorite color, song, book, movie, etc:
Best subject:
Personality:
Other:
And mine is:
Name (Remember, change at least the last name): Emma Zhang (Not my real first name, and not my real last name) (Everyone pronounces it as "Zayng" but it's pronounced "Jong")
Appearance: Tall for an Asian. Her family says her eyes are big, but at school they are small. Hair usually in a ponytail, and has acne. :(
Things they are good at: Reading, writing, she's flexible and can do a split, she programs, math, and is okay at drawing.
Things they need work on: Gym, Social Studies, saying the right thing.
Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert, but it's sometimes hard to express her feelings.
Optimist or pessimist? She tries to be optimistic, but most times her negative thoughts take over.
Favorite color, song, book, movie, etc: Song: Try Everything or Xiao Ping-guo. Book: Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. Movie: Zootopia or the Sound of Music.
Best subject: English. Animal: Surprisingly, the bunny.
Personality: Fiery. Emma will stand for what she believes in and gets into way too many arguments. She wants to be an activist when she grows up.
Other: None.
submitted by Twilight Sparkle , Mei-xue (May-shreh)
(April 4, 2016 - 2:19 pm)
(April 4, 2016 - 2:19 pm)
Yay!! Buddies!!
(April 23, 2016 - 7:13 pm)
Arabella~
After what seems like forever, the bell rings. Students start picing up their things and chatting as they filter outside into the hallways. There seems to be an endless river of kids that I weave through as I make my way to my locker.
There. My locker, number 194, is right in front of me. I speed-walk towards it, but somebody darts in front of me before I do. We crash into each other, and a hear a muffled, annoyed-sounding coment.
"Aaaah, I'm sorry!" I say, separating myself from the girl. Oh, hey - she's the daughter of Hades who hates people. That was probably the only intro I smiled at.
"Watch where you're going, " she says, turning away from me and crouching. I'm confused for a second and just stand there before I realize that my locker is the one above hers. I awkwardly scoot around her and try to open my locker from the side. It works, of sorts.
I have such a talent for being messy that it's literally the first day and I've filled up my locker. Books, Hamilton junk, and comics. So many comics. Some of the only things that keep me relatively sane.
For the next class, math (ugh), I get my math stuff and go over the shelf of comic books. Young Justice, I've read that a million times...Black Widow, I remember that one...aha! Hawkeye. I pulled out the Hawkeye comic. Matt Fraction and David Aja were an amazing writer/artist duo. Too bad the run had to end.
I close my locker door, trying not to hit Kate's head. (Ha, that's funny; she has the same name as a character in Hawkeye. That character is mostly just done all of the time.)
I'm still awkwardly standing next to the locker. Okay, you've been here for eight years and all of your friends have gone to different schools or moved away. It's about time you made some new ones.
"So, uh, Kate..." I say as she gets up. "What do you have next?"
"Math," she says, giving me a look. "Why?"
"So do I. Want to walk there together? I promise I won't suck your soul."
She thinks about it for a second and says, "Sure."
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Sorry if I made you too grumpy or anything, Kate!
(April 24, 2016 - 9:03 am)
Booksy, have you read A Christmas Carol? Because that's literally the only classic I've read. For now, I'm going to assume that you have…
(April 24, 2016 - 12:12 pm)
@Arabella-
Haha that is good! You didn't make me grumpy at all! When I said I'm not usually grumpy in the RP I meant just people in general.
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Kate~
I'm walking to class with the soul-sucker girl, who is actually pretty nice. Most people don't give us a second thought, but if they listened to our conversation, they would send me to a mental hospital. It's a short walk to class, but I learn more about Arabella than I've learned about anyone at school. And the craziest thing is, I actually care.
"Here we are. M.A.T.H. Mental Abuse To Humans," I say.
I don't like math, but people say I'm good at it. Ew. Just because I'm "good" at it doesn't mean I have to like it. Just because I'm "independent" doesn't mean I can't have one friend.
I choose a seat near the back, right next to Arabella. I hope we don't have to introduce ourselves again. Ugh. Luckily, our teacher starts the lesson right away. Wait... that's not really lucky either. I don't know. I'm just confusing myself.
I find myself not paying attention. Huh, I guess this year will be exactly the same as always. As I look over at Arabella, though, I think that it could be a little bit different...
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It's pretty short, sorry about that.
(April 24, 2016 - 1:13 pm)
(April 25, 2016 - 6:33 am)
Emily-
"Oh, A Christmas Carol? That's a nice book. I mean, I've never actually read it, I thought it a little too scary, but, uh..." I blush. Why am I SO awkward?
"Yeah, it's a good book," Emma smiles at me. she looks like she pities me a little, which makes me blush even more. "So, do you like math."
"Yes. No. Yes. I mean, it's okay. Depends on the topic." Oh dear.
"Uh, huh, same here." She smiles again. We walk into our classroom and take a seat. As I'm aranging my things on my desk, the tall, angry-looking teacher comes up to me, and plucks my good-luck copy of Anne of Green Gables off my desk.
"Miss, this is Mathematics. You will not be needing this... Literature." He says literature as if it is the worst thing in the world. I know I'm going to hate this teacher.
"I trust you will keep this in your locker in the future, and not clutter you desk with... Literature."
I feel tears burning in my eyes. I hate being yelled at by teachers. I did nothing wrong!
Emma gives him an eye-roll. Then smiles at me, which makes me feel a little better. It's really nice to have a sort-of-kind-of friend.
(April 27, 2016 - 6:16 pm)
Yay, I'm not a complete loner :)
Arabella~
I actually feel better about school than I had in a while. Kate and I had talked all through the short walk to math and already I feel like I know her well. I've never made friends that fast - blame it on my sparkling personality - so being comfortable around someone was a nice feeling. (Plus she was one of the few people who listened to my weirdo thoughts and didn't give me strange looks. Score.)
We step into the classroom, still chatting. "Here we are. M.A.T.H. Mental Abuse To Humans." Kate quips. We find seats together in the back of the classroom and sit down, the teacher starting the math lesson as soon as the last student is through the door.
"Not to mention S.C.H.O.O.L.," I joke back in a stage whisper. "Seven Cruddy Hours Of Our Lives."
She grins as we pull out our math notebooks. Mine is lodged in the big purse I tote supplies for each period in, and I have to tug to get it out. When I finally pull it hard enough so that it comes out, so does my Hawkeye comic, my ancient square iPod complete with earbuds, and my 939-page Sherlock Holmes, along with assorted pens and pencils. I feel my cheeks heat up as I hurriedly try to stuff it all back in my bag. I try to look casual, but it's too late; the teacher is already strolling down the aisle of desks towards me. I throw my stuff into the bag and set my math book and a pencil on my desk as the teacher, a stern, polished-looking man, comes up to me. Don't say anything, don't say anything-
Of course he says something. "Miss..."
I'm silent for a minute before I realize what he means. "Oh. Carter. Arabella Carter."
"Miss Carter, please make it a habit to be more organized. You might find it will serve you well."
He walks back to the whiteboard as the students' eyes turn to me. My face heats up again. Math has always seemed to be out to get me.
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In which I display my extreme gracefulness. Ha, I wish!
(April 25, 2016 - 6:09 pm)
TOP!!!!!
(April 26, 2016 - 4:32 pm)
@St.Owl—
You are my secret twin!!!!!!!!!!!! AHAHHHH except for the glasse:) THISISAWEMAZIBG!!!
I know this is a little late but I just noticed. I'm not in this RP but this is soo cool
Anyway, bye. Just thought you'd like to know.
(April 27, 2016 - 10:54 am)
l am.....completely confused.
Hurray to me for joining an RP set in a place which l have no idea how it works.
(April 27, 2016 - 4:00 pm)
It's at a school, and we're just making friends and enemies like a normal school! And making scenes like I would in real life! XD
(April 27, 2016 - 6:02 pm)
Still confused....l'll figure it out. l dunno when l'll write next--l'm a bit busy.
(April 28, 2016 - 12:01 am)
(April 28, 2016 - 2:10 pm)
~Hannah~ When she doesn't say anything for a few minutes, I shoot a glare at her, pushing through the crowd. Math class. That way. I weave through the crowd, pushing past people who are just standing there. Sirius Black, peeps.
"Miss..." Our teacher's voice rings out as I sit down. Just in the nick of time.
"Oh. Carter. Arabella Carter." The soul sucking girl. I stifle a giggle as I remember this.
"Miss Carter, please make it a habit to be more organized. You might find it will serve you well." Seriously? Nobody is perfect. Lay off.
He walks over to another girl's table and picks up a girl's book off of her desk. Ann-with-an-e of Green Gables. A good classic. Anne has a special place in my heart.
"Miss, this is Mathematics. You will not be needing this... Literature." He says literature as if he just tasted cocoa powder by itself, no sugar.
"I trust you will keep this in your locker in the future, and not clutter you desk with... Literature." I gawk at him in dismay. I'd better keep my copy of The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe, and A Little Princess in my bag during this class.
I always keep them close if I think I need a friend.
(April 28, 2016 - 4:14 pm)
Kate~
Oh my gosh. Shut up. Oh look, I'm thinking it again. What an idiot teacher. "Please make it a habit to be more organized!" I mimic in a high pitched voice, quietly so he can't hear me. "Miss, this is mathematics. You won't be needing this literature!" Arabella hears me and snickers. I make up an acronym for his name, Mr. Blits. "B.L.I.T.S.- Biggest Loser In The School." I smile, then take out my textbook before he yells at me. Emma is blabbing to Emily about how math shouldn't be taught the way it is. Some boys are shooting spitwads at the chalkboard, and I silently applaud them. One boy glances at me and motions for me to throw some, too. Ew, no. I would love to annoy Mr. Blits, but I am more mature than throwing spitballs.
My way of annoying him will be practical and well thought out.
I tune out Mr. Blits's pointless lecture. It's aimed at Arabella, I can tell, because he keeps talking about neatness and orginazation. I personally don't care. When he starts talking about what he's supposed to be teaching, I'll pay attention. "Orginazation is an important skill for young people to learn." He says. Yes, I think as a few ideas pop into my head. My plan will be very organized.
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I think I'm going to need a few people to play some kind of a prank on the math teacher. Is that okay?
(April 28, 2016 - 6:06 pm)