Yeah sure. Sounds good. ^.^
Ic: Angelica wandered the school grounds hopelessly. She was avoiding all her girl friends, she was afraid that they'd discover that she was a freak. She would rather spend her lunch by herself. Where she didn't have the chance of falling in love with her besties. It was hard to believe something like this. That the perfect girl wasn't perfect. That she, liked, the same sex. She twirled her finger through her golden blonde hair nervously.
Twilight nodded at Luna and trotted off with Reflected Dimensions trailing behind her.
"Derpy?" The doctor called out once he reached her house.
(K, that's fine! xD)
Angelica squealed as she tumbled to the ground unexpectedly. Her startled blue eyes rose to meet the threatening form of Xandrea. She was just lying on the hard floor, she quickly pulled herself up though. She dusted herself off, swiping the dirt off her skirt. She had no tolerance for bullies but could never stand up to them, she didn't like to get hurt. But today, something was different. "Hey. That was rude." She shouted over. Then she began to freak out, no one stood up to Xandrea, she was the toughest bully there was.
Twilight grinned as she watched. It was heartening to see another pony become a princess just like she had done once. "Ling live Princess Raziah!!" Reflected Dimensions called out, cheering along. Wow, her first princess coronation that she had ever witnessed. She had never seen Twilight's.
"S-sorry. No, you m-must be mistaken." Angelica whimpered. Suddenly she felt very small, like a cat and a mouse. Her golden hair hung limply around her shoulders as she shuddered. The mean girl, was right next to her. She had to use her words carefully. She didn't want to get hurt.
He grinned. "Great. Are are you going?" He asked.
"I'm sure he was here just a moment before." Twilight said kindly to Spectre.
7/10
EnlightenedPath
Could I be princess Celestia?
Form:
Name: Clank
Age: teen
Gender: Male
Species: earth pony
Element: Honesty
Could I be Fluttershy and Scootaloo? Might change their names later.
I'll be rarity too if that's ok. ^.^
I'd love to join this. c:
name; Noah
[shadow=blue,left]Noah[/shadow]
A bell jingled as someone entered, their movements fluid and controlled. He strode up to the counter and quietly gave his order, already an air of mystery clung around him. The emptiness of the cafe didn't bother him, he himself was an outcast that grew up in loneliness. Noah sat himself down at a table tucked into the corner, it was if he was saying to stay away, separating himself from the rest of the world. His face was void of all emotion, his dark brown eyes simply watched nothing. A speck of red glared into his vision and he turned to see what it was. His eyes found a girl, drawing on her arm with such grace. He found himself staring without even realising it. Though he turned his head away, it was better if he remained in silence.
name; Matthew (Matt)
Matt has short brown hair which can be tamed easily with just the flick of a comb, and his blue eyes contain a cold glare. He is a very curious person, he is very nosy and he likes to know things. He hates being left out of the loop, he adores knowledge and thinks about things very logically, thinking that there must always be a logical and correct answer for everything. He can be a bit brash and harsh, and he is often brutally honest. And though he seems cold and harsh he does have a bit of a soft heart underneath. Matthew also used to love going camping with his dad and he still loves camping in the out doors.[align=center]
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[li]Hope this is ok. c:[/li]
[size=4]I am...[/size]
[size=6]Roshekai[/size]
[size=5]Of the Outcasts[/size]
[size=3]Eyes: Gold
Pelt: Silver and white
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Traits: I am a a soft-coated she-wolf with vivid eyes and a torn left ear. I am very forgetful, but I can tell an amazing story.
History: My sister was killed by Black Forest wolves.
[size=4]I am...[/size]
[size=6]Geckopaw[/size]
[size=5]Of BloodClan[/size]
[size=3]Eyes: Green
Pelt: brown tabby
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Traits: I am a a short furred tom with a joyful look in my eyes and a long, graceful tail. I am always worrying about anything and everything, but I am never afraid to say what I feel when I have to.
History: My half-sister mysteriously disappeared when I was a kit.
[size=4]I am...[/size]
[size=6]Denalsuka[/size]
[size=5]Of Twolegplace[/size]
[size=3]Eyes: Brown
Pelt: Black, Grey and White
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Traits: I am a a young she-dog with lively eyes and four long scars along the right flank. I am afraid of confrontations and do anything to avoid a fight, but I have a way of being two steps ahead of most other dogs.
History: I was born into a pack of evil Outcast dogs, and when I was four moons old, I escaped from them, after they tried to raise me to be evil.
Matthew kept his eyes on the teacher, catching into each word they uttered. It wasn't like he loved school, he just enjoyed learning new things. Science and maths were his favourites, they were both so precise and yet one contained many theories and the other was very set. His cold blue eyes watched the teacher and his concentration didn't break. He believed that everything you learned had a use one day, though others often complained. He however did not see any reason to, really school was just helping them. A deafening crackle cut through the murmuring of the teacher. Everyone in the class was silenced, from the teacher, to the chatting people.
The message was heard all round the school and the kids in his class immediately followed their orders like blind mice. But he went more slowly, he was curious about what exactly was running around. They could have at least said physco man with a gun or something. Wouldn't that be a much better way of encouraging them to hurry up. For now he didn't have enough information to confirm that his life was really in danger. He continued sitting at his desk, pointing a glare at everyone. The teacher sighed, it was a wonder that he even managed to handle someone like Matt. But after a stare off Matt backed down and let out a loud sigh, moving to where everyone else was huddled like penguins in a blizzard. He didn't say a word and yet his actions and expressions said it all. If he had spoken he would've said, this sucks. Well, it was indeed what he was thinking. He really wasn't taking the lockdown seriously at all.
