You've read the rules already, they're the same– here's my character: https://www.notebook.ai/plan/characters/870701#looks_panel
Pop yours in whenever!
Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)
Ahh sorry, I didn't see this!
It's okay! I probably should've tagged you, but alas!
I love yours! Is it alright if I use like…a shorter, premade form, instead of one from Notebook? I mean, I can do one from Notebook, but it'll take longer
You can! I really don't mind how you make your character to be honest, as long as it's period-accurate (or at least close– i won't slaughter you for little inaccuracies- hell, I think I have some)
Lol alright! The school is in England, right? Because I have a Scottish boyo that might be fun to use
That would be perfect! But yeah, it's in England, basically boys from all over Europe attend, which is why Wilhelm is actually German
Alright cool! I actually have to go to bed now/soon, so I'll probably post my character tomorrow.
That's no issue, I should probably go to bed too, actually- just a warning, I probably won't be on until 5:30/6:00-ish tomorrow, because I have musical auditions
Alright, don't worry about it. I actually have auditions tomorrow too! But for Shakespeare lol
Oh, sweet! good luck!
he’s perfect, thanks! when should i kick us off?
Thanks! Np! I don't really have a preference it's up to you
cool. i’ll start now, let’s say they’re in ELA?
Alright!
Wilhelm leaned back in his desk, poring over a book. He had finished his work early, so he didn’t want to ask the teacher what to do after that. He sneezed, shaking his head.
“Mister Sallow, please stop disrupting our valuable class time with your unnecessary noises!” The teacher barked, whipping her head around to glare daggers at him.
“I sneezed-!” Wilhelm started, but he was quickly cut off by the instructor.
“Don’t talk back! Outside, now.” She snapped, pointing towards the door.
Wilhelm grumbled under his breath, clapping his book shut and taking it with him into the antiqued hallway of Pheasant Brook.
(how do you want me to introduce Connor? Should he be a new student, or what?)
(either one, but i feel like maybe a new student would be better?then it opens up a lot more opportunities)
(alright perfect. Should I have him bump into Wilhelm, then?)
(yep!)
(alright!)
Connor wasn't looking where he was going, too busy looking around the Halls of his new school. He wore a white dress shirt and slacks, the shirt somehow still spotless despite the long day of traveling. He stumbled backwards as he bumped into someone. "Sorry, sorry!" He stammered a little, peering at the person. "Ah wa'n't watchin' where ah were goin', my 'pologies." A Scottish accent made itself quite obvious in his voice, and his red curls fell into his face.
“You’re fine, you’re fine.” He had a thin German accent that snuck out every so often, almost as if it was hiding around a corner. “Don’t worry about it… What’s your name again? I don’t remember, sorry.” Wilhelm hadn’t seen this boy before, but he knew almost everyone in the school by name and felt uncomfortable flat out saying he didn’t know him. He picked at a loose thread on his uniform pullover, tossing his head to the side slightly.
"Connor MacPhearson." He replied. But with his accent, it came across more as "Connah MacPheahson". He gave a quick smile. "An' nah, yeh wouldn' know me. I just got here today." He cleared his throat a little, working to get rid of his accent again. It only really came out when he was startled.
"Ah. Well, that would be why, then, wouldn't it?" Wilhelm laughed, sticking his hand out to offer a handshake. "Wilhelm Sallow. Pleased to meet you, Connor." He winked to Connor, glancing behind him to the classroom for for a moment. "Eh.. what's your class right now?"
Connor shook his hand with another quick smile. "Ah…I don't have any yet. I'll be startin' tomorrah, but today ah'm supposed to just settle in and get m' bearin's." The accent became slightly less pronounced, turning into an easy Scottish lilt.
"Sure.. uh- what time is it.." Wilhelm checked his watch, about to say something before hearing the classroom door bang open.
"Sallow!" An older woman squawked, gripping Wilhelm's shoulder and spinning him around to face her.
"Ah- hello, Miss." He started sheepishly, glancing back at Connor after a few uncomfortable seconds.
"May I inquire what you're doing, having a conversation with this boy? I'm sure he has places to be, mister Sallow. Don't hold him up." She hissed, letting go of Wilhelm. "I believe it's worth mentioning that you don't need to be disrupting another person, considering your behavior in the classroom."
Connor blinked. "Actually, ma'am, I just got here and Wilhelm was explaining things about the school to me." He said with a friendly smile. His accent seemed to have almost completely disappeared all of a sudden, sounding like any other upperclass English accent. "He isn't disturbin' anything."
"Yeah, miss. I'm just helping out the new kid- being the model student at Pheasant Brook, you know." Wilhelm shot Connor a lopsided grin, his eyes twinkling with a boyish charm.
The teacher, clearly fed up and ready to get back to her classroom, hissed something unintelligible to Wilhelm before making her way back into her classroom.
"Sorry about that. The old bag's got a gravestone with my name on it already, if you know what i mean."
Connor smiled again, shifting a little bit. "Yeah, ah get it." He replied. The soft Scottish lilt was back. "Don' worry." He looked at Wilhelm. "But we better turn what ah said into something true, instead of m' little white lie."
(I probably gtg in about ten minutes. Idk if I'll be back today)