Coloring Outside the Lines! discussion
The Society of Broken Souls RP
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'Open Hands, Open Hearts' Group
Rommie looked to them. She was seated as far away as possible, drumming her fingers lightly on the table.
Evan was distracted by Rommie for the moment,"I knw this is probably kind of rude, but why do you have blue hair?"
She shrugged. She remembered the day she died her hair. Her mother gave her several beatings and told her she was an emo outcast.
Sara watched enviously. She resisted the urge to scream "This is dumb!" and get up and leave, but she didnt. Instead she preoccupied herself with drumming her hands down the table leg.
Sara looked up. "That was my plan."
"I figured. Usually nthingni do turns out for the better. Ive come to accept that."
She laughed. "Trust me, ive tried. There is not much left to do now...in my power at least. Thats why i came here. Im not doing it for fun, im doing it so i can take off this headscarf and face my fears like a real woman...Not like you care or anything..." She blushed slightly
"Sure I care! i care about a lot of people think," he blushed, slowly realizing that he had said that out loud, Shit.
She smiled sweetly, then caught herself and scowled. "Im sure you do, but you wouldnt care about me, the girl you just met..." She whispered, barely audible. "...The "Terrorist"..."
"Of course I care! Like I said, I care about a lot of people, even if I don't know them that well. Same goes for the girl with blue hair over here," he gestured towards the pretty girl to his right. "And terrorist?!"
Her eyes lit up at his last comment. "I didnt say that." She lied
She sighed. "No, im not. I said nothing."
"Please..." Her eyes begged him to stop. "I slipped. Im sorry. Forget about it, okay?"
It didnt, but it made life easier. "Anyways...." She tried to change the subject
Sara eyed him curiously. "That was...uncalled for." She then laughed. "McDonalds? Never had it, dont have the desire."
"Crap...? Lovely...Crap as in lard?"
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She rolled her eyes. "I highly doubt that. I don't know too much about American culture, but I know that they would never sell dung as food. Trust me, I've seen worse."
She groaned loudly, and looked away. "I'd like to see proof. Your word is nothing, if not backed by factual knowledge."
"Alright," he said. "I'll bring it next session."((Chew On This: Everything You Don't Want to Know About Fast Food tada!))
((Lol! I figured....Man, that's pathetic! How can people eat that!?!?!))
"Fine by me." She couldn't help but think that he was right. "What other random questions can you throw at us?"
"Fine by me." She couldn't help but think that he was right. "What other random questions can you throw at us?"
((I don't know! And Taco Bells' meat is a step above dog food))"Umm..... who is going to win the World series this year? Cardinals? or Texans? I vote Cardinals."
((Really!?!?! Lol!))
"I don't follow baseball. Next."
"I don't follow baseball. Next."
((Yep! and... lets see.... ooo! this is kinda funny.... Hindus blew up a McDonald's because it admitted that they used meat when they made fries, now they don't anymore))"Ummm......What's your favorite animal? Mine's a giraffe."
Annie slammed the door open. She didn't have time to think if she'd squished any innocent students. "I'm sorry I'm late!" she wailed. "I don't know what happened! I promise I'll never be late again!"
Mrs. Fricks eyes widened. "Just....take a seat..."
Sara ignored Annie. "A platypus. A duck and a beaver. How cool is that?"
Sara ignored Annie. "A platypus. A duck and a beaver. How cool is that?"
"Semi-aquatic mammals," Annie said, sitting down in a chair and taping her chin thoughtfully. "Lay eggs."
"Yeah. Ferb and the dude with a triangle for a head have one." She said, slightly spiteful.
Annie frowned. "His name's Phineas. That show is very educational, you know!" she said.
"They are," Annie agreed wholeheartedly. "And I'm sure other guys have problems."
((want me to make a guy?))
((want me to make a guy?))



Evan waited for her to finish.