Realistic or Modern What's My Age Again? [ o p e n ] RL

[Roryroo]

What's My Age Again?
"A fraternity or sorority is a brotherhood or sisterhood formed around common goals and aspirations. These men and women make a commitment to each other for life. The members that form a fraternity or sorority share their efforts, friendship, and knowledge."

"Ohhhhh, BOY is that is so misleading" -Rory, The Rowdy
"If I don't finish college my 'rents are going to off me." - Anders , Rory's 'Baby-sitter'

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Welcome to University of Tampa Florida, youre mascot is ...Rocky The Bull. That's reassuring.

[Give me a half hour and maybe I can set the scene with one of these charrys] ​

 

[Roryroo]

God waking up sucks...​

The alarm could've been more gut-wrenching than the Fireball someone had convinced him to beer bong..however the thought of trudging into a class-room full of guys and gals that were tryhards might've sounded a bit less bearable. A squeak pushed from the twin sized mattress as Rory attempted to roll over and haymaker his alarm; missing by atleast a football field, his olive-colored hand slammed against his open night bed dresser drawer. Had there not been 3 corona's and a few sucked out limes juggling atop the furniture it would've made for a much better outcome. Bottles went toppling over, clanking loudly against the wooden floors. He could hear movement from across the room- surely Thomas wasn't anywhere near waking up? If there was one thing Rory was good at it was downing drinks and holding his feet straight, but Thomas on the other hand could walk circles around his ability to handle his liquor. As he reached to grab the reminders of last night's adeventures, he spotted three more people passed out on the floor of his dorm- well, two that is. One was circled in a fetal position in the overly large bean bag chair Rory and Ander's mom had gotten them as a 'combined' Christmas gift. He couldn't complain. It had been useful. The twenty-four year old pressed the backs of his palms to create stars behind his lids, trying for a better focus. Of course, Anderson was still passed out, poking out halfway from beneath his bunk bed that Rory himself was on. The man leaned over, struggling to gain balance, and gave a light smack to his Sister's cheek in attempts to bring the beast back to life. "Aye, what day is it ?"



[I will post Anderson soon. Just was hoping I'd get some bites before putting a bunch of effort in. There plenty of open characters that can be on the floor, or that come in later! I can get way more into depth with something to work off, I just dont want to waste time if people are just going to ignore :]]