((When will we start? I'll make the first post.))
((We need American to post her charrie(s) first before we start))
((Ohh I thought you said we could start. Oh ok.))
((Soon we can))
(Sorry for holding you guys up. Here's my charrie. I'll get on as much as I can to post.)
(Drat. Let me try that again.)
Name: Katrina Williams
Appearance: Her child-like, heart-shaped face is like a doll’s, giving her the look of complete innocence. Her straw blonde hair looks like it was hacked away at with a pocket knife, leaving it at chin length. She has pale white skin and piercing green eyes framed by long, dark eyelashes. Her smile is soft and sweet and can usually help her find a way out of sticky situations. She has the perfect hourglass figure, though she barely stands above five feet. Her boots, gloves, and jacket are made of a black, leather-like material. She always wears a string around her neck, though the object on in falls into her shirt and remains hidden.
Personality: Katrina’s mannerisms are awkward, though she tries to act like everyone else and make herself seem normal. She sometimes asks questions that anyone else would never have to ask, or she’ll try to make a joke and end up only embarrassing herself. She has trouble fitting in, but she does her best.
Bio: Katrina’s never really had friends. She was homeschooled most of her life, or so she says. Her parents are a young and quirky couple known in their community as the weird ones. She’s mentioned a sister who’s no longer around, but she never says what happened to her. The rest TBR.
Extra: No one ever knows what’s going to come from Katrina next. Two words to well describe her would be “warped eclectic”. Something new and different is always on her mind. She likes being artistic and creative, but her work is misunderstood more often than not. She also has some unexplained irrational fears. Magnets, water, and loud noises all make her a little jumpy. Some large pieces of machinery like monster trucks and big washing machines freak her out a little.
((Okay we can get started now! Anyone who wants to make the first post can. I'll be back after church!))
((Hahahaha all the girls are blondes right? Weird.))
((Are they? I didn't notice. Nor do I remember what my character is named or what they look like...))
((Hahaha fail. Mine is named Monikya, I remember that.))
((I had to go back and check mine. We can start now though, Whoever wants to post go ahead. I suck at starting XD))
((Ugg me too but oh well I guess I can.))
Monikya gazed out the window of the second floor science classroom. She wished she could jump out the window and fly away, and if you had ever met Mrs. Hilte, you would know why. The teacher stood up my the board, eyeshadow up to her eyebrows, wearing a pink and green skirt that came to the floor paired with an orange halloween sweater, she looked like a train wreck from a circus. She rolled on and on about the elements in her thick, Southern accent, and Monikya rolled her eyes. This. Was. Torture.
Adam, who had been seated in the corner as usual, stared blankly at the front of the classroom. Not at the board, at the teacher. He groaned.
Dear GOD! Makeup is supposed to enhance your appearance, not completely obliterate it! And who would wear that skirt with that top!
He often criticized people on their outfits and sense of style. This was a prime opportunity.
First off. Too much eyeshadow, and definetely in the wrong place. It should be along the crease of her eyelid, not all the way up to her eyebrows, which were obviously drawn on. Let's see, too much lipstick, definately she was planning on seeing someone. She never wears lipstick... or nearly this much eyeshadow. I seriously hope she changes either her shirt or skirt before she meets whoever it may be...
Tom looked down at his desk. The overflow of disproportion and unmatched items was giving him a headache.
Lilly was sat in the back right corner on the other side of some boy. She really doesn't know why she's here. First the teacher looks like a clown, second everything the teacher is talking about, she already knows.
Just the price I have to pay. This school is a total joke and its goal is to make me stupid. God how I want to leave. She thinks to herself as she turned her attention to the book on her desk. If only, if only. She shook her head and laughed a short and almost inaudiable laugh.
((Hey author...your character has two names. First you said Adam, then you said Tom. Hahaha which one did you pick?
Also your charrie sounds like Death the Kid, if you understand that.))
He could hear him breathing, he could hear him whispering, mumbling. Jess locked his gaze on the board, observing the bizarre symbols, they were letters actually, that were used to identify elements. It confused him. Jess turned his gaze to the teacher, who looked like a colorful nightmare, and stared. She found him staring at her after a few minutes, and it caused her to falter in her speech about god knows what. Jess wasn't paying much attention. That mumbling again. The boy behind Jess was a little demon, no one could see it, Jess could. A little demon. The boy behind him coughed, and Jess decided he had enough of being jerked around by this monster. He stood up and lunged at the boy in one movement, taking him and his desk to the ground. "Shut up! Shut up" Jess said, the boy looked a bit frightened and really confused. Jess then realized how much trouble he was in. His brother always told him to keep a low profile, and he had failed on the first day. This was bad. Jess stood up silently, not sparing a glance to anyone else in the room and bolted.
((OOPS! I accidentily said the name of another characvter.... thanks for pointing it out. It's Adam.))
((who is behind Jess??))
((Some random student.))