(everyone seems confused on what we're doing… I just started doing that fake rp thing hoping that people would join in and we could ease into the real RP…)
(I wanna join…)
(But I dunno what to do, and I'm too lazy to read everything.)
(Im still confused but ok)
(well right now (in the fake rp we're doing) most of our characters are in the lunchroom watching their 'creators' (us) mess around or ask "when the RP going to start?" And they're getting really annoyed. So their going on their own adventures.
(Well then, I still dunno how to include Saffi. Because cough I'm not creative.)
(Well then, I still dunno how to include Saffi. Because cough I'm not creative.)
(Same)
(just say they came back from the bathrooms or something and then saw everybody going somewhere so y'all followed them)
Gleb leaned back on his seat, away from everyone else. He was on his phone as he kicks up his feet on the table
(Like that)
Sparrow walked back to the lunch room and didn’t see where she was going. She stepped on a banana peel and slipped great how very cartoonish she thought as everyone else looked at her.
Zanna walked into the lunch room. She sat down by herself.
Helena was playing Mozart and having a one sided conversation with a skull. "So, how are you today?" she asked it. The skull didn't respond.
Brian bursted through the doors holding an unconsious Torrin in his arms. "Torrin slapped a creator!" He gasped out, laying Torrin on one of the many benches, "but he almost killed himself during the process…but it was epic."
Helena walked over to Torrin. She slapped him in the face while he was down on the bench. "He's fine." she concluded and went back to chatting with her skull.
Brian just stared at the bright red handprint that now graced Toerins unconsious face. 'Um, that didn't really help,' he thought, watching Helena briskly walk back to her weird skull.
Brian bursted through the doors holding an unconsious Torrin in his arms. "Torrin slapped a creator!" He gasped out, laying Torrin on one of the many benches, "but he almost killed himself during the process…but it was epic."
“I saw but we should get a medic!” She looked up at the screen “hey you! Yeah you poof is up a medic so we can fix Torrin!”
"Edward, answer me! I'm playing Mozart just for you!" she shouted to the skull.
Suddenly came i a giant banana dressed as a doctor “I’m a doctor! Dr. B. Anana!”
"Just help him now please!" Brian yelled, looking more than twice at the now swollen hand print bruise.
"Edwarrrrrd!"
"What the….." Zanna looked at the banana man.
"Who keeps on yelling out Twighlight characters!??" Brian yelled even louder.
"You're more than a skull, you're a bonehead! Don't listen to them Eddie."
“Suddenly another doctor walked in and said “yes it is I Dr. A. Cula and I say ve need to take hez blood.”
Gleb fall backward, head over heels with a crash. He grunts, rubbing the back of his head where he had hit it on the tiled floor.
Torrin woke up and looked around, very confused. "Um wat? what is going on get off me!' He yelled and fell out of the persons arms and on to the ground.
Brian just blinked at the weirdness if the situation. " Doctor, I don't care if you're Frankenstien! Just help him please, he's falling all over the ground!"
Torrin woke up and looked around, very confused. "Um wat? what is going on get off me!' He yelled and fell out of the persons arms and on to the ground.
“No ve need your blood!” Dr. A. Cula yelled
“No I forbid it my patient needs potassium get me some bananas!” Dr. B. Anana yelled
"NO!" Torin yelled at everyone. He sat down and glared at everyone around the room.
