Posts by DOGE.

// Thanks.
Luke raised an eyebrow wearily at the newcomers. While alive faces were a wonderful sight, he wasn't sure if he could trust them. He didn't even know how they'd found him. He just wished that one of them were a guy. Oh well.
Finally summoning up the courage to speak, he tilted his head and said, "Wonderful. The company I never asked for. Maybe you're the pizza delivery service my brother and I called for ten years ago."
Ah, yes. They'd ordered pizza before Sh*t Went Down. It had been October 8th. His brother had been waiting for some update for a comic.

Man, Eridan's pretty rad, but meULIN.

I confess that I'm waiting for The Upd8.

Luke scowled. "Not if I can't trust said company. How do I know that you're not here to steal my stuff, then kill me? Besides, even after Sh*t Went Down, people shouldn't just barge in on other people's property."
He could hear himself saying these words, but he didn't do anything to chase the girls away. In fact, just a little bit, he hoped they'd stay a while. Don't let your guard down. Stay strong. Carry on. Survive no matter what. Those were his brother's last words, and he planned to stay by them. Right after, of course, he added his own.
He jogged his memory for anything, any vague inspiration. And something floated through.
Aim to misbehave.

Um... what?

This is a Rent roleplay thread that takes place after the musical.
Characters available:
Roger
Mimi
Collins
Maureen
Joanna
Angel's ghost, I guess? gross sobbing

Form:
Character:
Username:
From a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being hardly active at all, how active are you?:

Character: Mark
Username: DOGE.
From a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being hardly active at all, how active are you?: 7.5

Luke's jaw dropped. "Have you been using a pistol this whole time? Those things can HEAR, you know. Shooting one will just attract more."
He let out a loud sigh, trying to comprehend how exactly these two were still alive. "I don't have any ammo, but I have spare lead pipes, a dagger, and a couple crowbars."
He held in his hand his hammer, which he wouldn't let anyone use; it'd been a gift from his brother for his 13th birthday, mere months before he'd died, and while a hammer was quite a makeshift weapon, he wasn't about to let anyone get their hands on it.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. I'll help you guys out."
Luke frowned, sitting down in a corner with a bottle of water and his hammer, attempting to establish the fact that this was now HIS corner, and that everyone ought to leave him alone. He'd let them into his treehouse and that was as far as he was going to go- he wasn't throwing a g*ddamn party.

I confess that I got an 80 on my test today, so I'm a bit disappointed.

"Shit! Shit shit shit shit!" As his father's car pulled into the driveway and his father stumbled out drunk, Aldwyn pulled on his hoodie, grabbed his messenger bag, and sprinted out the back door as quickly as he could and flung himself over the fence, leaving nothing but a note that read "Going out. I'll be back by 10". He couldn't bear to deal with his drunken old man. He slid through the bushes by the sidewalk, incognito, and breathed a sigh of relief as his dad walked inside, seemingly without having noticed his son exiting the house. He jumped out of the bushes and ran in the general direction of his favourite haunt, a bookstore with a cafe right next to it.

(( Was that okay? ))

The only classes I have As in are math, history, language arts, and tech. I've always had As in each class before, and I don't know what happened. u_u

Yeah.
I confess that there's a boy in my class, and he'd loud, obnoxious, and kind of dull as well, except he's really cute, so I'm not sure if I wanna murder him or date him. :/

Yeah, those are some good points.

Accepted.

Sure. But would it be possible for you to start I'm rlly bad at this hahah ;o;

Mark sighed, packing up his camera and hopping on his bike. As he pedaled, he relived the past year, some moments in unison, some drawn out. He and the rest of them had come so far. Their apartment complex had been full of plumbers and electricians and interior decorators for the past six months, renovating just about everything.
He and Roger didn't let them do sh*t to their apartment, though.
Upon arriving, he dug through his pockets in a futile attempt to find his keys. Well f*ck.
"Hey, Roger!" he yelled loudly, smirking at the irritated glares coming from passersby. "Throw down the keys!"