I can be Fukawa, if that's okay. Also an oc.
//edit: Zoinks scoob, that was not supposed to be spoilered//
Posts by Elder Price
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Display Name:
Elder Price
General Muse:
Meh. It just kind of counts how my day was, but usually pretty good.
Activity:
I'm an internet hobo so I'll be on really often, unless my mom takes my phone and stuff away. But I'll probably still find a way to get online.
What should I call you?:
Price, or Pom○ ○ ○
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Why do you write like you’re running out of time? Write day and night like you’re running out of time?Full Name:
Momoko Fukuhara
Nick Name:
Momo
Reason for nick Name:
She hates being called cutesy things.
Gender:
Female
Age:
18
Brief Description of Appearance:
A tall, lanky girl with back length grayish-black hair she always keeps up.
Personality:
Shy, intellectual, quiet, sneaky, and extremely protective
Accent:
A japanese accent, which is especially thick when she speaks languages other than her native tongue, japanese.
Country of Origin:
Japan|| Bᴇ-Fʀɪᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Beast ||
Family:
She has a mother and a father that she doesn't speak to anymore.
History:
Momoko was the 'gifted child, who her parents held as the smart, never do wrong child. A rift grew between them as Momoko worked harder and harder in school, barely talking to her family and letting her home life fall apart. It got to a point where she only talked to her parents for food. Once she went of to college (early), she cut off communication with her parents completely.
Weapon of choice:
Knives, or any type of blade.
Likes (At least 3):
Music, reading, writing
Dislikes (Minimum of 3):
Rude people, misspelling or mispronunciation, stupid people and stupid questions
Skills (Maximum of 5):
Writing, planning, fighting(only when focused)
Flaws (Minimum of 3):
Zones out easily, focuses to the point where she doesn't realize the world around her, once she isn't focused she's clumsy and awkard
Any addictions?:
None. She's straight-edge.
Any body modifications:
She has very small gauges on her ears.Other?:
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Ava rushes through the school hallway, books clutched to her chest, heading towards her locker.
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Tyler parks his car in the school parking lot and gets out. He picks his backpack out of the trunk and walks into the school. -
Tyler walks into the choir room, and stands in the doorframe, listening quietly. 'Beautiful...' He thinks, and listens to her sing. He walks further into the room and sings along, harmonizing with her.
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Tyler sits down next to her, and says, "Wow, that was beautiful."
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"I'm Tyler Wells, what's your name?" He asks, standing up with her.
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I'm semi-advanced, and sorry, I don't know that many people on here.
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"Oh, I have AP algebra." He smiles. "With Ms. Nunez or Mr. Miller?"
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Phil anxiously taps his hand on the table quickly, staring at Dan without knowing it, deep in thought.
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"Hey, we have 4 classes together!" Tyler smiles, and looks at her, excited.
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Phil realises he was spacing out, and smiles at Dan. "You look fantastic!" He stands up and ruffles Dan's hair.
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"Oh, yeah." Phil laughs, embarrassed, and runs to the door. He grabs his keys off of their holder, and opens the door. "Are we taking a taxi, or do we have to run for the train?"
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Phil nods, and walks down the stairs and out of their apartment building. He hails a taxi, and has to quickly pull Dan in. "Where are we going again? Was it the shopping centre or the cafe?"
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"Well, just follow me, I'll show you the way." He says, and holds out his hand so she can hold it.
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"Sorry, I've just been so busy and I lost my calendar again!" He laughs, embarrased.
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Phil stared out the window, the gray, yet beautiful london streets whipping out of view and past him. Phil resists the urge to reach over and hug Dan, though his desire to was greater than ever.
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Tyler guides her through the crowded halls until they reach the Algebra classroom. He opens the door for her. "We are here."