forum School RP (Closed 😬Stalkers welcome)

Started May 14, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

"A towel. How many of these riddles do I have to go through?"

“16, 06, 68, 88, ___, 98. What’s missing,” Ryan was asleep but his trickster wanted to play.

(I know de answer)

(Shh… did you googled)

"L8. Now shush. Get some sleep. Even tricksters need sleep."

(I know de answer)

(Shh… did you googled)

(no)

Darren rubbed a gentle hand along her back, “It’s alright,”

“Promise?” Uncertainty filled her voice. She hated this, she hated herself, no one cared about her. She could die and only a few people would care.

(I did! I'll admit it, I did!)

(Thats Fine I expected you to)

"L8. Now shush. Get some sleep. Even tricksters need sleep."

“Damn your kiss and the awful things you do,” He snored.

Darren rubbed a gentle hand along her back, “It’s alright,”

“Promise?” Uncertainty filled her voice. She hated this, she hated herself, no one cared about her. She could die and only a few people would care.

“I promise it’s okay. You mean everything to me,” he knew what it was like, he had done a fair share of hating himself and feeling worthless lately.

(p!atd?)

(Per usual)

(p!atd?)

(Per usual)

(yay)

(Yes!)
"Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine." She loved Nicotine, it was one of her favorites.

“Gotcha!” Ryan cheered although yet asleep.

She rolled her eyes with a small smile. "You can't just sing Nicotine and not expect me to answer, it's just not gonna happen." Although it wasn't her most favorite, it was easily in the top 5.

“There’s no residue of a torturer inside of your eyes,” he whispered with a smile of insanity and mischief.

"She said you're just like Mike Love. But you wanna be Brian Wilson, Brian Wilson. She said you're just like Mike Love. But you'll never be Brian Wilson." Crazy=Genuis, of course he goes with this one. It was her second favorite. But would he guess her first? Probably not.

“He knows you well but I know you none. I’m cutting my mind off, It feels like my heart is going to burst,”

"Alone at a table for two and I just want to be served." Death of A Bachelor. Classic.

Darren rubbed a gentle hand along her back, “It’s alright,”

“Promise?” Uncertainty filled her voice. She hated this, she hated herself, no one cared about her. She could die and only a few people would care.

“I promise it’s okay. You mean everything to me,” he knew what it was like, he had done a fair share of hating himself and feeling worthless lately.

“Okay,” Lillian let out a comforting sigh. Her eyes, despite telling them not to, began to close.

Ryan’s eyes opened, well, not Ryan’s eyes, they were completely black and a smile crossed his face. “He’s sleeping,”

"I figured that." Her eyes turned to a normal black and white. (I mean like all black but with a white iris and just like a little white dot for the pupil.) "I can do that too. You're not scary sweetie."

He didn’t understand, he wasn’t trying to be scary. His eyes were black to show that Ryan wasn’t even present at the moment, it was just the darkness the filled him. “I am Void,”

"Lovely. I don't care. I've seen a lot of shit in my day, so can I just have my fiance back? And you can just…get out? Does that sound good? Sounds good to me." Sassy and salty, she was not in the mood for dealing with this bitch.

“I was introducing myself you ass,” these tnngsg coming out of Ryan’s mouth to Belle would make him guilty later if he ever remembered it. “And I can’t just…. get out.”

"Okay rude. I treat everyone like this I don't know if you thought you were going to get some special treatment or anything but you're not getting it. And why not? Why can it never be that simple?"

“I need him to live but you should know that his brain is beginning to atrophy and dementia is setting in. Oops,”

"Okay, I have a question. Why him? Why, out of all the goddamn people in this town, him?"