Posts by Fjord Lord

Is it too late to join?

Name: Michael and Richard (left to right)

Age: 16 and 17 (left to right)

Species (human/creature): humans

Pic: [img width=381 height=510]http://i50.tinypic.com/lb915.jpg[/img]

Other: meow, they're brothers

Ooc: so whats going on right now?

Richard let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair, watching his little brother fusing about in his bag. Michael was looking for a pencil, somehow he lost the one he used to write the paper and was rummaging through the contents of his bag. Richard rolled his eyes and flicked Michael's shoulder, who immediately looked at him. Richard reached over to his brother and grabbed the pencil from behind Michael's ear. Michael blushed slightly and took the pencil back from Richard.

Richard's eyes looked around the classroom, checking to see if the teacher was near. Reaching into his pocket he held his phone in his lap and flipped it open. Making sure the volume was on mute.

Michael noticed Kaylie looking at them he gave her a subtle wave by moving two fingers, though making more of a salute than a wave.

Richard closed his phone and reached for his bag. Bringing out a book that he had been making some progress through, only having the opened the book this morning he was almost halfway through it.

Michael looked around the classroom, so far the most interesting thing that happened to him was that he waved at a neko girl. But then he started to think about the paper, he had finished it but now he was worrying if he put in his best effort. (oversized anime sweat drop on forhead.)

Richard adjusted his glasses, pushing them up his nose a small bit. Before he went back to his book. Michael took a deep breath, letting it out in a soft sigh, trying to not think about the paper. Michael eventually pulled out his notebook and started drawing something, not even he knew what he was going to draw.

OOC: Sounds 'bout right.

Richard could feel his little brother's presence behind him, it didn't bug him though he was protective of his little brother so knowing he was near helped him stay calm.

Michael was walking behind Richard, watching his steps and stopping whenever he did. Together they sat down across from each other and started talking, mostly about the latest video games.

Bump

Richard looked at the people in the cafeteria, while Michael pulled out his lunch from his bag. Richard noticed that no one was really sitting next to each other he had half a mind to get up and sit next to one of the strangers, of course he would drag Michael with him.

Richard fixed his glasses again, pushing them up the bridge of his nose. Michael began eating slowly a bag of crisps before he thought about his drawing and pulled it out, on it was rough start of a humanoid figure taking shape. Richard leaned forward to steal the rest of the bag, but stopped to look at his brother's drawing. "Another character?"

Richard smiled, "Its open, no you was sitting there." Michael didn't seem to notice her, his were eyes fixed on the paper. Richard managed to steal the bag of crisps before his brother noticed, not that Michael wasn't hungry and wouldn't really do anything about it. Michael was starting to work on the figure's stance in his drawing.

"My names Richard Phillips." The elder brother said with a smile. "Micheal Phillips." The younger brother said without looking up. The picture was now becoming more clean as he added detail: a kinght with a spear in both of its hands (basing this off of one of my irl drawings) Richard turned to Nami, "So, to start a conversation how as your day been?"

Richard looked at Nami, "Uh, something wrong?" Micheal put his pencil down and looked at her with an arched eyebrow.

Michael arched an eyebrow and smiled, "Um, thanks? I just draw characters that I make when bored... so most of the time." Richard corrected his brother with a dismissive sound, "Try all the time, you got a wall covered with those!"

Bump

Scott forgot how he survived, but truth be told, he didn't want to remember. He didn't want to remember what life before it was this way, but something are too hard to forget. Many times he would break down for what looked like for no reason and grip at his own hair. He slowly adjusted to this "new life" and he became cold, his face lost all expression, and his hands became steady. But he still remembers his losses and everything he wants to forget and would hold them back until no one was looking then he would give up for a moment.

Scott grew up in a rough neighborhood, so he was always used to being put down. He stayed silent when something happened, he learned that was his best option at the time. He isn't shy, just quiet and uses that to get by.

OOC: Are our characters traveling together already or is that coming up?

OOC: Right, got it.

IC: Looking through binoculars Scott was on scouting duty, "Sand, sand, tumbleweed, sand." He mumbled to himself. He could hear the others talking in the other room, he wouldn't call the friends exactly but they didn't kill him on sight so he couldn't hate them. Returning to the binoculars, "Sand, sa- what the...?" A human figure, studying the blurry silhouette he adjustable the focus until it became more clear. A girl, with gear. Turning around Scott rushed to the rest of the group, "Someone's coming and they got stuff on them."