(Would anyone mind if I designed the school uniform?)
Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?
(Nope, I wouldn't recommend showing it around though.)
Amber quickly looked around the class. She noticed Phoebe sketching a dress and Marco creating a pencil but as usual she didn't say anything. She never did. Instead she concentrated on her own secret project. A small flute carved from wood. She would spend hours during class making intricate designs into the wood
Marco looks around the room and makes eye contact with Amber, he breaks his pencil and smiles.
(Oh, and I forgot to mention: Phoebe has long, gently and naturally curled brown hair with bronze highlights reaching her waist, and blue eyes with flecks if bronze and gold)
Phoebe added a sash to the waist of her dress, chewing on her pencil.
Amber made eye contact with Marco. The teacher looked up. She hid her flute and she gently tapped Phoebe with her foot, warning her.
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(hey is it too late to join?)
(nope)
Phoebe shoved her pencil on her pencil case, snapping her notebook shut, but it was too late. The teacher grapes her by the arm with a savage look in her eyes, snatching Phoebe’s notebook to see the countless doodles. “What is this?!””, she screeched, her sharp nails drawing blood as she dragged Phoebe from the room.
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(alright thanks!)
Name: Spencer Micheal Porter (goes by Micah)
Age: 17
Gender: male
Height: 5'11"
Looks: peach skin, light brown hair with green dyed tips, brown eyes
Personality: social, not confident
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Micah, who was fiddling with the gears in his pocket, looked up when he heard the teacher screech at Phoebe. He sat up attentively and placed his hands on the desk, desperate to not draw attention.
The teacher hauled Phoebe outside, throwing her to the floor and calling for the police officer down the hall. He came over, malice in his eyes as he brought out his fire brander and grabbed the terrified girl’s ankle. He pushed down her sock, pressing the brander hard into her ankle until her skin sizzled and she gasped with pain. A second tally mark had been burned into her ankle.
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Micah didn't dare watch as Phoebe was dragged out of the room. He hunched over his desk, shaking. So far, Micah didn't have any tally marks on his ankle and he intended to keep it that way. Just the thought of the brander touching his skin…
Amber was terrified. Her mind flashed back to when her own first tally had been burned into her ankle and how painful it had been.
Phoebe curled up into a ball on the ground, tears springing to her eyes as an impossibly acutely pain tore through her. The teacher yanked her to her feet, her gray pleated skirt catching on a loose nail and tearing.
While the teacher was still out of the room, Marco stood up and walks to the doorway. He then places his hand on the door frame and freezes the entrance to the classroom. Marco turns to the class, "don't tell anyone."
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Micah nodded. "Don't worry, I won't." He just hoped the rest of his class wouldn't tell. Amber probably wouldn't, and neither would Victoria. The others though…Micah crossed his fingers, hoping that no one would mention it.
Marco sat back down.
The teacher took out a pair of handcuffs, shackling Phiebe’s Hands. Her long ponytail had come undone and her hair flew into her tear-streaked face as the teacher tightened the handcuffs.
Amber was flabbergasted. Why would Marco do that!? He knew there were people loyal to the council in this class. Even now as she looked around at all of her shocked classmates she could see some people with faces completely wiped of emotion who were surely preparing to tell the teacher the moment she got back.
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Micah took the gears, wheels, and other pieces of metal out of his pocket. He began fiddling with them as he normally did when he was nervous. To most people it looked like a jumble of metal, but to him it was a masterpiece. He never carried around any of his finished work, except the watch on his wrist. It was too risky.
The teacher dragged Phoebe down the hall to a closet, throwing her in and locking the door
(Damn son.)
(I have to go, bye)
(BYEEEEE!!!)
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(bye!)
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Micah looked around the classroom. Many of his classmates were watching the door and waiting, and he knew that they were going to tell the teacher what Marco had done. He slid the metal back in his pocket carefully, not wanting to draw any attention. Micah sat in the back right corner of the classroom, so no one ever really payed attention to him.
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(*Micah sorry I was talking to my friend and completely blanked out)
(I'm back)