A little bit of role play?

[Stray]

((Welp, now that we've got a few people hereabouts, it's worth starting up a public board for role playing. So anybody, feel free to join in!

I'll make a post later, to give someone else a chance to set the scene. Anyone who knows me is pretty aware I'll probably set several scenes in the future, so it's only fair to give everyone else a head start. )

[Rosena]

Okay it's gonna be at lunch
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Ayame sat down. She was the only on at the table. She want to be near one person but she couldn't. Satoshi Hiwatari. She opened her book and stared at the page. The words were a blur to her. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. Still a blur. She cocked an eyeborw and opened the book. The cover of the book was a slight blur. It seemed to be changing, words and all. "What the hell?" she muttered to herself.

[Stray]

Ever watched two people communicate without speaking? It really is a fun thing to watch. Unless you're stuck in the middle of this, not really speaking but caught between the communicating parties...

Daisuke sighed, wondering if Dark would ever stop being an idiot, or if Yuri would ever just ignore him. the moronic pervert spoke from somewhere within the confides of his own mind.

~Well, it is true. If a girl wears a skirt, besides a school uniform, she's asking to be raped.~

Dark didn't believe that, of course. However, it was endlessly amusing to watch Daisuke and Yuri express their disgust at his comments. Daisuke groaned, mussing up his bright red hair with one hand, his head propped up on the other. "Oh please," he complained under his breath. "Shut up, Dark."

Yuri rolled her eyes, giving Daisuke a shove in the shoulder that was technically intended for Dark. Before Daisuke could protest, Yuri had slumped down, arms crossed, and gold-coloured hair obscuring her face almost entirely. Either she was disinterested, or had no intention of listening to Daisuke's opinion of being hit in Dark's stead. Daisuke scooted roughly five inches away, hoping to avoid any further violence.

~Scaaaared of being beat up by a girl, Dai?~ Dark taunted.

Looks who's talking! Daisuke answered. The one who hides in my head and lets me take his beatings.

"Ignore him," Yuri said, narrow blue-grey slits the only thing visible through her hair. "He's just trying to annoy us both."

"Eh? Er...." Daisuke stared off vacantly across the lunch room, suddenly noticing he and Yuri were the only ones in the immediate area. As if everyone else had decided they were some sort of plague to be avoided. A sudden feeling of isolation struck him, along with the stress that knowing he was technically never alone, because of Dark, brought.

[Rosena]

Ayame rubbed her eys once again. ~What's with me? Why is my vison so fucked up? What the hell is with this damn book?~ She wanted to scream loud but dared not to open her mouth.

~Poor Ayame, going blind now are we?~ Asuna, Ayame's alter ego snickered. Boy did Ayame hate her.

~Shut up.~ Ayame thought.

~Fine go over and make out with Daisuke if you're not going blind.~ Asuna smirked.

Ayame had a sweatdrop. "Biiitch" she murmured closing her eyes.

[Luthien]

Yvaine, the new kid, looked, well, more like glared, at others who dared make fun of her clothes, as she walked to an empty table, and just starred at her food. She was anorexic(I think I spelt that wrong...), so she only pushed the food to the side, but an apple, that she kept on poking, looking for bruised areas.
~What's the matter now, Yvaine?~ Nadeshiko, her thief and cerial(sp?) killer, asked in her mind.
"Nothing, leave me alone." Yvaine muttered, putting her chin on her palm, and her elbow on the table. Her cyan, slit eyes were foucused(damn, I suck today...) on the golden apple, with her long, silver hair covering her right eye, and going down to her hips. It was in a ponytail, though, so if it was down, then it'd probably be to her knees. She let out a quiet yawn, for she didn't get any sleep because of Nadeshiko killing again.

(Here's what she looks like. I took an idea from this, so I'll get a full picture of her up on deviantart soon. It's a little different, but please just get the idea of what she looks like. Only look at the clothes, please. www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWoX9bCamoI )

[Stray]

Daisuke looked around, noticing immediately that he was the only male in the general area, not including the intrusive little voice in his head.

~Excuse me, little?~

Daisuke ignored him.

((>>; -cough-))

Yuri stared vacantly up at the cafeteria's ceiling, observing all it's splatters of unnamed substances, most of which were no doubt smearings of food placed by more... Rebellious students. She showed no particular interest.

[Rosena]

Ayame looked up and saw Dark er well Daisuke with Dark's spirit standing near him.

"Niwa! Stop spacing out like a dumb ass!" she yelled. Risa and Mio looked at him but then away.

[Stray]

((....... omg wtf. D=))

Daisuke snapped to attention, looking around for signs of who had spoken. His eyes fell on Ayame, and a sudden desire to bash his face into the table possessed him. Instead he stared down at the cheap school furniture, wondering why 'public humiliation' seemed to be his middle name.

Yuri rolled her eyes, and twisted and a piece of notebook paper into a tight cone. She got up from the table, and went to wet the tip of the paper cone in a water fountain at the far end of the cafeteria. She shook it gently as she walked back, to speed up the drying process. Makeshift weaponry was no new concept to Yuri, and she knew how scratchy and tough paper got after drying. it would also act like glue, keeping the cone from unraveling. The only real question here was who she intended to peg this little paper spear at.

[Luthien]

(Oh noes! I don't know what to write! >////<;;

[Rosena]

((same here STRAY!!!!))

[Luthien]

((How about they all go to recess, and that's where they all meet?))

[Stray]

((-cough- Well, I was gonna let Yuri peg the little 'paper spear' at Ayame. >>))

[Luthien]

((Okay, that works too.))

[Rosena]

((okay i guess))

[Stray]

((Okay, sorry. I had writer's block. I'll post now.))

Yuri seemed satisfied that the cone had dried enough to be relatively stable as a spear. She twisted it once between her fingers, like a baton, while she thought. Her eyes scanned the distance between her and Ayame, taking immediate measurements of the distance and all interfering factors. Apparently content that she could make the shot, Yuri released the small paper obstruction, and sent it sailing in the direction of Ayame's head.