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  • Welc(o)me to Homeroom. [HUMAN AU]

    [font=times] In the back of the classroom, with a chair leaned up against a wall was the superintendent of the school district. Unlike most administrators, Mr. Tucker preferred to sit down in his underling's classrooms and fill out reports himself. It not only gave him first hand experience inside his school district's learning facilities, but it also gave him a chance to publicly berate and reprimand his employees. His pen twirled in his fingers as he raised his hand. "Professor Stamus," he said, "Would ya mind tellin' me why you think this a good time to be sharin' your sob story? This is a classroom, not some Jane fuckin' Austen novel."


    He was profane, he was rude, and he was undeniably Scottish. How he had become the head administrator of some school district was beyond him, but it paid good money, so he didn't complain...well, he did complain, but not about the job itself. Most of his complaints were about the incompetence of the rest of the district's staff.

  • The only direction we flow is down [open] down, oh down...down, oh down...

    [font=times] The sunlight fell through the canopy, giving everything underneath a slight green tint. To Twolegs it was August, to the Tribe and Clans, it was more or less the end of greenleaf. It was the hottest month of the year for some of them, and for others it was just beginning to cool down. Nonetheless, there were no doubt people out and about in camp and in the territory, and Darkwood was no exception.


    He was always walking, pacing, or doing something to keep him occupied. He didn't sleep or eat, he just existed. Most of the time he was invisible, and today was no exception. He was trying to hide from how broken he was on the inside, and in his efforts he ended up hiding from everyone else so they wouldn't see, either. If anyone could even catch a glimpse of him when he was visible, they'd see a cat that was completely different from the cynical, collected tom. He was gaunt, frail. His pelt was unkempt, his eyes were heavy with weariness and fear. His amber eyes were replaced with black abysses of torment and despair.


    He sat there invisibly, staring out into the lake that he had almost taken his life in. He sat there and pondered why anyone would want to save him. He wasn't nice to anyone, he had no friends, and he certainly wasn't in a position of any sort of respect. He had tried to kill himself to alleviate his insanity, but on the flip side he questioned if the afterlife he had seen--wandering the fabric of space and time for all eternity without a single soul to accompany him--was worth it. And so, he sat there, with the only indication of his presence being his shadow.


    #triber14Darky

  • BBCode question.

    [font=times] I really don't know how to explain this, so I'll just ask...


    Does anyone know if WCRPG has "floatleft" or "floatright" code?

  • BBCode question.

    [font=times] I was hoping I'd be able to use it for my signature, but since it's in fancyposts...yeah. Thanks for the answer, though. :)

  • Listen Im your friend (Human AU; Teachers Lounge) But not a friend worth noting

    [font=times] Speaking of the superintendent, Malcolm just so happened to walk in at the comment about the video. He was frustrated, to say the least, and not just because of Mr. Stamus's first impression. Was he really supposed to be in the teacher's lounge? His RPer didn't know, but since he was the head admin of the school district, he figured no one would question him being there.


    "To be honest, Ah decided to just let the little shit record the whole damn thing," he said as he took a seat, leaned back, and put his hands together behind his head.


    OOC: Muselessness is a highly contagious condition. Symptoms include..... ^-^

  • Listen Im your friend (Human AU; Teachers Lounge) But not a friend worth noting

    [font=times] OOC: Someone needs to call Malcolm out on his swearing. I really want to make him say this. xD


    IC: Malcolm looked at Andy as if he were crazy, which...wasn't odd for anyone who had known the superintendent long enough. "I know who ya' are," he replied, "I've seen ya' enough around this fuckin' school to know yer face."


    And then Harriet spoke. Really, he wasn't having an absolutely stellar day, but the incident in first period made him chuckle at how daft Professor Stamus seemed to be with high school students. "Well, I suppose watching out friend here," he replied, motioning towards Bistre, "fuck up his first day was amusin'."

  • HAWKCLAN CHATTING THREAD !

    [font=times] I personally think it's a stare that says "I will tear your skin off and wear it to your mother's next birthday party". xD


    When Peter Capaldi is playing Malcolm Tucker in "The Thick of It", he is one angry man. x3

  • Power question.

    [font=times] If a character has memory manipulation, can they let people see inside their memories, or can they only manipulate other people's memories? xD

  • what was your first high position?

    [font=times] The first HP I've ever gotten was my muse child, Patchheart, (she was demoted about a week later with the rest of the HPs, though) and I've never adopted or co-owned anyone else's character, so.... xD