A Team of Misfits (Boarding School RP) Closed

She shook his hands. "Well pleasure is mine Hase." She replied in a british accent.

(Is your character British or is she just doing a voice?)

( A voice, )

I should say it's mine, my fair lady. He signed to her. "I don't do accents, I do languages." He said with a smirk.

(Should Alaska and Zanna be prosthetic dorm buddies?)

(Sure)

(Yeet!)

Cal looked around at the people conversing around him, even his own sister was talking to someone. After a few moments, he took the cigarette out of his mouth and moved towards the dark haired boy he had seen earlier with who seemed like his twin sister.

Zanna smiled, "Honestly that sounds great. I could check some kids with little storm maker here." She banged her real arm on her prosthetic one.

Alaska laughed and looked at the colors on Zanna's prosthetic. "I wish I had some colors on mine. But, I just got some white." She sighed, a small smile tilting the corners of her lips upwards.

I should say it's mine, my fair lady. He signed to her. "I don't do accents, I do languages." He said with a smirk.

She studied him, "How did you end up here?" She asked.

"Oh, you know. Gangs, drugs, dead parents and an estranged uncle." He stuck his hands back in his pocket, fidgeting with them again. "You?"

Zanna smiled, "Honestly that sounds great. I could check some kids with little storm maker here." She banged her real arm on her prosthetic one.

Alaska laughed and looked at the colors on Zanna's prosthetic. "I wish I had some colors on mine. But, I just got some white." She sighed, a small smile tilting the corners of her lips upwards.

Zanna looked at her own prosthetic she smiled, "To be honest. After I got it I may have spray-painted these colors on. If you want I could probably do the same to yours. No one should have to be stuck with a dull white plastic limb attached to them."

"Really? You think you could do that for me?" Alaska answered quickly, a bright smile lighting up her features. Cal wouldn't mind, would he?

(I am here just not sure what to do at the moment haha)

"Oh, you know. Gangs, drugs, dead parents and an estranged uncle." He stuck his hands back in his pocket, fidgeting with them again. "You?"

"I ran away from my abusive parents, mostly stealing and umm getting framed and all that stuff." She replied.

Zanna nodded, "Of course. Besides it shouldn't take long. What colors do you want?"

"Uh, let's see. . ." Alaska paused to think, blowing strands of dark hair out of her face. "Maybe blue, black, and oh, silver." She said quickly, a bright grin stretching across her lips. This might have been the happiest she had been in a while. "Could you do a cool design?"

"Quaint." Hase said, grinning. "I'm guessing you didn't want to be here?"

Zanna thought for a second, "Yeah! I'll need some guidelines for what you want. Unless you want me to do whatever."

"Quaint." Hase said, grinning. "I'm guessing you didn't want to be here?"

"I would of been across the border by now actually, but Earth is ok too I guess." She replied casually.

Alaska nodded, pausing to think for a moment. "I'll get back to you on the design." She finally answered, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, unsure of what to say. "Uh, so, what position do you want to play on the team?"

Zanna thought, "Probably somewhere I can run into people and be aggressive. What about you?"

Alaska shrugged, glancing over at her brother who seemed to be approaching someone. "I'm fine with doing anything, as long as I don't need to sit on the bench."

(Did Cal approach Ryder?)

(Oof, guys I gtg. I'll either be back on later tonight or tomorrow)

(Did Cal approach Ryder?)

(Yeah.)

Zanna nodded, "I don't think they'll do that to you. You'll probably have a less mobile role, no offense. Maybe you'll be the goalie?"

"Maybe. Goalie's get to hit people too, right?" Alaska answered, a classic, troublemaker grin tilting the corners of her lips up.

Ryder turned his head to the boy smoking that was approaching him. "Can I help you?"

Zanna grinned, "Oh hell yeah! They are like the ultimate defenders."

Ryder turned his head to the boy smoking that was approaching him. "Can I help you?"

Cal shrugged and took the cigarette out of his mouth, studying the boy with his mismatched eyes. "You could help by giving me your number. . ." He finally said, a small grin tugging one corner of his lips upwards.