It's always Andrew. >:L He's such a trouble maker.
John packed up his things at the end of the bell. He waited until the class emptied out before leaving the class, he didn't like to be in the swarm of people who bum rush the exits when the bell rung. So he took his time getting to his locker too. Thanking the Lord for his graceful steps that got him through the hallway and to hiis locker without tocuching a single human body. His nose crinkled slightly as he entered the outside world, starting the short journey home, sticking right on the sidewalk. His eyes stayed on the alert, his brain buzzed as he began to walk across the lot that housed cars stopping at the Burger King. There was only one thing that made his bran tinkering in such a way. Vile, disgusting, teenaged, blasphemous. Heathens. Quickly his legs brought him across the lot and closer to home, he muttered the Psalms. Sighing with each breath.
>:L Follow your pops now.
Smiling Thomas hummed every happy, stupid, up beat song he ever knew and only lowered his voice as he parked in the student parking lot. Nearly 15 minutes behind Madeline. He saw her car in the parking lot but couldn't seem to casually bump into her in the hallways. Ah well, he knew that seeing her again could cost him his chance tomorrow. Thomas would wait on her to come to him, then he'd give her all the attention she would ever want and more. But, what's all this? A streaking blur that seemed to be Maddy, plus a small gathering of people in a hallway. He walked up to Aileen, trusting him for a honest recount of what had happened here. "You mind telling me what's going on here? Was Madeline heading home?" His blue eyes burrowed into Aileen's, full of only concern and a want of the truth.
Imma report you!!!!!
Just posting that I'm ready for the timeskip.
He straightened the sleeves of his shirt a bit more, flicked the blonde strands from his dual colored eyes and made his way straight to class, early. So early that he was alone, which was fine with him, he had already stayed in his club room with the other members, fasting and praying in deep thought until the bell rang. Hunger was worth getting closer to God. All the time, any time. He settled into his desk and brought his gaze to the teacher, innocently grading papers. Like a deer, almost, his teacher could feel eyes on her, narrowed eyes that judged and condemned her to a fiery pit.Unconsciously, she checked herself for anything out of order, out of place, anything that would keep him from speaking his mind. Finding nothing she shifted nervously, clearing her throat and visibly relaxing when John took his odd eyes off her and into a book. Despite his good standing with the man upstairs, John and Norton, just couldn't seem to detect and destroy the virus plaguing his computer and email. "What kind of hell spawn makes an undeletable spam mail?" He wondered quietly in the dome of his own skull. His eyes watched the words on the page but he could have cared less about the tragedy that was Othello. In the end, as the bell rang, heralding the end of his thoughts and the beginning of English 4, he could only think of two hell spawn devious enough to pull off such a feet. A disgruntled Microsoft employee. Or a bored military technician.
He spun in a circle. His elation was at maximum! He couldn't wait for tomorrow. Oh God, he couldn't scream, he wanted to scream. He was so scared, but now it was like a dream Thomas could not believe was his actual reality! He jumped for joy before diving for the door, flinging it open and stepping into the afternoon sun with a ear to ear grin on his face. He found his car quickly, not knowing or caring how but he felt like he was flying his way to school. It was then that the thought struck him, he'd be late if he didn't get to school soon. So he drove even faster, seeing that the roads were empty since most folks were ending their lunch hours.
His heart constricted in his chest when she politely but clearly dismissed him. He stood as she turned her back on his before he could even say good bye as well. He moved so that he was in front other. Looking her right in the eyes again while taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves. "Madeline. You know, probably, that I like you. And you're so nice and polite but you're always alone. Not that any of that is bad!" He held up his hands to let her know that he was not trying to be harsh. "What I am trying to say is, I really like you and instead of telling you, I want show you. Tomorrow, one date. And if you don't like it, that date can be the last time you ever see me..." He could barely breathe as he spoke so he felt a little winded and he tried to hide that fact. He even swallowed hard but he made sure to keep his gaze on her. If this was going to hurt, he may as well take it like a man.
His eyes flickered after her glance, curiosity overriding everything else. Kallisti. He might have to stop by and ask her if she knew anyone wanting a photographer. He brought his gaze back to Madeline, realizing he was thinking of business too much. Clearing his throat he caught her question in time and used his palm to hold his cheek as he thought on what Madeline had said. "I was thinking of that..on the way over here.." He started to say, appying more thought to the question, before he spoke again, looking right into the green eyes of hers, "It's clearly some kind of hoax. You know that spam guys get your cell number somehow and will send you spam texts! This is clearly the spammers getting smarter.., making it so the email can't be deleted. Pfft. It's nothing to worry about at all, Maddy."
The camera went back into his pocket and he took the meager compliment he got, knowing that trying for anything more would be futile, he grinned at her again. "This batch came out great!" He exclaimed, excited once again because cosplay was so amazing to him. "Real life melding with anime, it's brilliant!" He sighed, sounding almost dreamy before taking the manila envelope off his lap and sliding them across the table to her end. "They're from good to best. Tell me if anything is off, and I will get right on it when I get home." His light demeanor changed at the the word anything. He played around as much as the next guy, but his photo's were going to be his future someday. He would accept nothing but perfection from himself when it came to his photography.
He fluttered his own baby blues right back at her, positively loving how livid he knew she was. He used one finger to push his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose before he smiled back at her, using an answer he knew would make her even more upset. "Hello to you too, Maddy. And I took a shortcut." His smile cracked and turned into a full fledged grin in less then ten seconds. By the time she sat down he'd stop making eye contact with her because he was shaking to much from trying to stiffle his giggles. If he'd kept looking into those eyes of hers, he knew he'd be burned to a crisp somehow. Coughing to cease the flow of laughter that was emanating from his frame, he finally took a deep breath and gazed in her direction, "Maddy, sit down, you have to see this butterfly." His hands reached into his pocket to take out the tiny red camera he used for quick pictures as he spoke to her, looking down for a moment and selecting the picture. When he found it, he reached across the table and turned it so that she could see the image. It was hard to tell if the nearly pale blue luminescent butterfly was asending or descending towards the little daisy beneath it, but he caught it mid flight and like all of his work, he was proud of it and eager to show it off. "Isn't she lovely?" He whispered as if the butterfly was right in front of them, "I can't wait to take this picture home and get to work on it." He continued and then paused, looking at her face to try to gauge her reaction.
His inexpensive little red digital camera clicked twice. The butterfly on that flower was amazing, he simply had to take a picture of it! So he paused and quietly snapped two shots, before hopping into his car, and tossing his final prints and camera into the passengers seat and beginning the drive to the cafe where he and Madeline agreed to meet. He yawned as his cruddy little car engine huffed along. He was still a bit tired from late night editing, but that fatigue soon evaporated as he thought of going to see Madeline again. That brought an immediate smile to his face, thought it was tiny. Thomas's stomach rumbled, interrupting the sounds of a slightly busy intersection as he made a left turn, but his mind turned from lunch to that odd undeletable e-mail he got last night. The good thing was that other people seemed to have got it.. The worse thing was that it would not erase itself no matter what he did. "But Google will answer my question about it, and that'll be the end of that mess." He murmered under his breath. His hand spun on the steering wheel, turning him into the parking lot. Of course he looked for Madeline's car, but not finding it there, he was surprised. She normally beat him everywhere, somehow. As he contemplated how she could soundly beat him to any destination, his thoughts drifted away from that troubling e-mail and to the slightly empty parking lot and amazing weather they were having this day.
Also restating what Jayn said; you MUST WATCH THE VIDEO IN HD. HD is like the video's true form.
This topic of the dungeon had nothing to do with him. He was alright, as was the saleswoman and his students. And that's all that he'd focus on. So, quietly he slipped back to surveying his little group. They were rising to his level quickly, and that made him smile with a pure joy. His brushed his hair right out of his eyes and began to call out for his little group. "Alright guys, that was great, really great. We're going to head into town, where I will run through the basic NPC shops and teach you to not be afraid to ask questions and check all of your information booklets." As he spoke, they conviently formed a little line, so he could give out the the potion to the one who needed it most. Luckily only one person needed it and after that, he began to lead them back over towards the Town of Beginnings safe limits. "Good luck stranger." He said to himself, as he let his mind get back to the matters at hand.
Prepare to have all your tumblr's followed. Except the ones who haven't finished them. Also, Jayn, I made a tumblr for Thomas, the new link is in his profile on the first page, peeps.
Just letting you know that I added another character, and slightly tweaked my first character. <3 Working on their social media sites.
> Full Name: Thomas B. Adams > Appearance: Here > Age: 17 > Likes: Photography, video games, books, art, arcades(despite being bad at the machines), track, hyperactivity, oddities, antiques > Dislikes: His middle name, rejection, the impatient, people thinking he's a nerd because he reads, keeping still, the uncool, snakes, sweet meats, boredom > Weaknesses/Fears: Snakes, niavete, little sense of self, no sound(he must have some kind of constant white noise, or something similar to it.) > Strengths/Talents: Photography knowledge and skill, speed > Personality: Thomas is captivated with life. And with a love of odd things, he can come off as a pestering odd ball as well. But he cares alot about the opinions of those around him. Giving them what they want to hear and following the leader instead of taking the lead himself. > Sexuality: Heterosexual > Contact Information: Tumblr > Favorite Color: Sky Blue ----------SECOND CHARACTER---------- Full Name: John K. QuincyAppearance: HereAge: 16Likes: The Bible, The Apostles, Jesus, John, The Cross, Reading, Prayer, normalacy, meditation, drama shows(secret.Shh), the cold, Christian SongsDislikes: Technology, change, atheist, any other race that isn't Christian oriented.Weaknesses/Fears: Vanity, ignorance, the unknown, shallow, blind socially, blunt.Strengths/Talents: StubbornPersonality: His look persecutes you. You avoid him because you don't want to hear a sermon as you take things out of your locker. Shorts too short? Not in his hallway, shirt to small, his eyes will notice, and his lips will tell. And he does it, to save your soul.Sexuality: ?Contact Information: Tumblr (Underconstruction)Favorite Color: Puritan White
ill tell ur mom if u dnt stawp
He was about to tap the icon for "Yes" to accept his trade after entering his Col amount. But the menu he had up suddenly disconnected as he was pushed forward and forced to balance himself lest his fall into his business partner's arms. He shook the stars from his head and whirled around, thinking he was ambushed by a boar. He didn't even waste time selecting his armor, instead his hand already in the stance nessessary to run a boar through. His sword materialized a few seconds latter. But mirth filled Yugure's face as he realised that this was just another player. He sighed as his sword vanished back into his inventory, his plain hand now outstretched to the fellow male as he heard the woman talk seemingly as if she knew him. And though he was waiting on the boy to take his hand, his head turned abruptly at the mere mention of the word 'dungeon'. But he didn't push further, he just stared at the lady as if to verify what she said before giving a understanding smile to the fallen person, letting them know it was all okay.
