Althea thought about the argument, ignoring the invasion of her space with gritted teeth. It was feeble, but she could see it working the minds of her potential adversaries. "You're right, I could stab you in the back and it would be easy, but your simple mind doesn't seem to be grasping my...
Althea watched the whole ordeal with an air of distaste. Was she really being pitted against such neanderthals? What a waste of time. If Satan had just picked her from the start, this would go a lot quicker. Not to jump the gun, but, come on, there was no way this collection of half-baked surfs...
I'm interested. Pride might be good for it even. I'll put that in my post and if anyone disagrees, they can shoot me down there. Let the sins figure it out in character.
Much better MADoranges. Unfortunately, unless we get a few more roleplayers within the next week or so, this roleplay can't move forward. I'll probably end up closing it and leaving it be.
Okay, MADoranges, I like the idea of this character. Before I officially accept your character, though, I want to see a little more detail, particularly in his personality. All I'm getting from this guy is the stereotypical bodyguard who also happens to likes machines. Add something else in...
I added in Althea's power. I hope that's what you were looking for. If you need clarification on something or want me to change anything, let me know and we can work it out.
When the bell finally does ring, Amanda is beyond relieved. She's out of the classroom before anyone has registered that class is over. Alec confuses her; he's different. She isn't sure how, but he is. Shaking her head to clear it, she continues down the hall. Is it wrong that she has the sudden...
Amanda can tell she's succeeded, for now, in warding off another potential friend, and, for once, she can't decide if she's okay with that. She frowns at her hands. She isn't even sure what just occurred between the two of them, and even more unsure what to make of it.
"That's cool, I guess," Amanda mutters. She glances at the clock somewhat anxiously. Still ten minutes before the bell rings. Doesn't she have a free period next hour? Her gaze moves down from her lap and she fights the urge to check her schedule.