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Rosie glanced up from the painting she had just began (of Biscuit of course, though it looked more like a large rat at the moment, and would no doubt stay just like that for the entirety of the process) when she heard her phone buzz. She wiped paint stained hands across her dungarees before she'd reached for it, but some still managed to get on the screen.

MADE BY ANNIE         02:35 PM              6%
     Ri <3
Girl I already miss him. It's only been a week.
oh you mean fin
you mean fin, right?
you should talk to him about it
seeing as you missssssssssssssss him
I bet he misses you too
should I ask Joey to ask Fin if he misses you?
I'm gonna go ask Joey
“Sorry I’m late!”

Rosemary Naimh Wolffe was always late, and she was always sorry, and it was never a surprise. She came bursting into the room with the widest of smiles, her hair a windswept mess and her knees scraped and bleeding from when she’d tripped on the pavement roughly five minutes ago. Rosie had never much minded detention, she always found some way to entertain herself.


It was no surprise seeing Joey McCormick here, solely because Fin was (always) here too and Fin got his twin brother in trouble all the time. Rosie waved to him, already making for the seat next to his. What had they done this time? Something cool, probably. Hers was boring, just a bunch more forgotten homeworks and late marks. The usual.

Rosie passed Nari on her way to Joey’s seat, and that was a surprise, but she grinned at her other best friend all the same.

“Hi!” She poked Nari in the arm and stuck her tongue out.

And then, once she’d slumped into the seat by Joey and dropped her rucksack at her feet: “What did you and Fin do, Jo?”

(She had never been very good at sticking to the no talking rule.)

“You look funny upside down,” Rosie giggled when Fin leaned back to stare at her. Rosie was probably the worst pillow Fin could’ve chosen, but it didn’t matter. She did not think for so much as one second before she had hopped out of her seat and perched instead upon the desk.

“Is it comfy?” She made a very bad attempt at whispering, staring down at him still with a smile. Her hair fell in a tangled curtain around her face, obstructing her from view. Rosie did her best to stay still but it wasn’t long before she was shifting upon the table.

(She has never been very good at sitting still either.)
Freestyle Roleplaying / chiquitita tell me what's wrong [RORI AU]
« Last post by Nari Parker on 06/05/2020 at 21:56 »

July 20th, 2018

mid afternoon- some small coffee shop

Nari casually leaned back in the wooden chair she occupied, her free hand holding up an iced strawberry latte as she took occasional sips. The other hand was busy holding her iphone as she casually scrolled through her socials. Her thumb sent a little heart like on a photo of her team, someone posting a group photo of everyone after one of their summer meets. Her dance team was already on a good start for the summer season with already getting closer and closer to finals. Nari had good hope they might be state winners this year but she didn't want to try and get her hopes up too high. A little bit of stretching and cardio would make herself prepared. School would be starting up next month and she didn't know whether she was excited or not. Especially after some recent events... 

Tapping open the messaging app, Nari began typing away.

MADE BY ANNIE         02:34 PM              78%
     Roe <3
Girl I already miss him. It's only been a week.

*thanks again annie for the code <3

Code: (for received texts!) [Select]
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Code: (for sent texts! (feel free to change color)) [Select]
[div style="margin-left:53px; max-width:130px; background:#0E86FE; padding:10px; color:white; font-size:10px; border-radius:10px; margin-top:10px;"]WORDS HERE & STUFF[/div][div style="float:right; font-size:15px; color:#0E86FE; margin-top:-20px;"]◣[/div]
Freestyle Roleplaying / Re: little things [marker future modern au]
« Last post by Nari Parker on 06/04/2020 at 01:10 »
Her finger lightly tapped her laptop's space bar to pause her current re-run of Avatar the Last Airbender as she felt her phone vibrate at an incoming text. At first it was a text from Rosie, going on about how Joey somehow was coated in blue slushee and popcorn from the game. The brunette let out a small snort of air out her nose before furiously typing back a quick response and her regards to Joey's unfortunate mix up. The next incoming text message was from Fin.

MADE BY ANNIE         09:35 PM              18%
So you and Bridget huh? When did that happen?
Not that I care or anything, just curious since she wouldn't stop bragging during the game tonight.
Is it really important when it happened? I'm sure whatever she said was an exaggeration. It wasn't worth bragging about, not on my end anyway.
Calm down trouble, it's okay if you're scared she'll admit you kiss like a frog ;)

A small weight dipped near her left side alerted another presence on her bed. Nari glancing over to see her dad's ugly orange longhair feline, Arlo staring at her. She froze for a second just in case the cat decided to hiss and scratch at her but it never came. Instead he started rubbing his head along the brunette's arm.

"Well hi to you too" Nari smiled softly, giving the cat a little scratch on the top of it's head. Normally Arlo hated anyone that wasn't her dad. That cat basically worshiped her papa. There were only few moments Arlo was more a loving cat and tonight seemed to be one of them.

"Boys are so clueless Arlo" She sighed, watching the feline stretch before casually crawling into her lap. Okay, this was totally not like the satan-cat facade she had witnessed this afternoon before the game.
Freestyle Roleplaying / Re: do you remember...[RUGRATS MODERN AU]
« Last post by Marco Solita on 06/03/2020 at 23:41 »
He should've been at piano practice right now.

Instead, he sat in a room with a bunch of students who actually did something wrong.

Marco heavily believed that he shouldn't be there. Physical Education was not made for deaf people. The amount of noise that occurred in a gymnasium, the squeaks of trainers on the floor, the sound of balls bouncing on the floor and the shouts during a game - he couldn't concentrate. So, he skipped.

Every lesson.

Since school started a few weeks ago.

It would've helped if he wasn't the only deaf kid at school, people might not know his name so easily. Of course, the cochlear implant on his left side gave him away, even if the hearing aid on his right blended in sometimes.

When the empty classroom that he usually hung out in during the hour he was supposed to be getting hit in the face with a basketball (or other body parts with various sports balls, they didn't discriminate) was suddenly stormed by multiple teachers who needed to use it for a meeting due to a new fridge being installed in the staff room.. he was given the option of having a meeting with his dad and PE teacher or three weeks of Saturday detentions.

It was clear which he chose and whilst he didn't regret it, he knew he still shouldn't be here.

Marco had his AP Chemistry textbook in front of him whilst he tried to keep himself busy with the homework involved - in which he was currently having more success doodling in the margins - before he tackled any other subject, since he knew it would take him the longest.
His hair was still damp from his shower as he walked up to Jake's house. Fin didn't really think of Jake as a friend, the slightly younger kid was kind of annoying. The only good thing about him was that he had too much money and a set of absentee parents, making his house perfect for post-game celebrations.

Fin pushed the double doors open, greeted by the sounds of cheering. He gave the crowd his winning smile, arms spread wide like a conquering hero returning home with the spoils of war. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket as he passed some of his teammates playing video games in front of a giant TV.

"Good game tonight, boys," he patted one of them on the back as he grabbed his phone out and unlocked the screen to read the messages. He scrubbed an irritated hand over his face and through his hair before responding. Whatever happened to girl's kissing and not telling?

MADE BY ANNIE         09:33 PM              41%
So you and Bridget huh? When did that happen?
Not that I care or anything, just curious since she wouldn't stop bragging during the game tonight.
Is it really important when it happened? I'm sure whatever she said was an exaggeration. It wasn't worth bragging about, not on my end anyway.
No one appreciated school spirit anymore.

The football season was just heating up and he'd only wanted to show his pride and enthusiasm by spraying a Roman warrior's helmet onto one of the long, blank stretches of hallway in the school. The school administrators had not appreciated Joey's and his show of creative spirit.

A Saturday morning detention could have been a disaster (and he was sure it was for some, his brother included) but Saturday was a day off from football since games were mostly Friday nights. Fin really only had two speeds: one hundred and fifty miles an hour and dead to the world. For him, Saturday morning detentions were just a place to catch up on the sleep he missed out on Friday.

Fin's feet were kicked up on the top of his desk, a sucker sticking out between his teeth. He felt Nari's gaze on him when she entered and he returned her narrowed eyes with a wink of one of his.

"Some of you are new faces and some..not so much."

Fin gave a wide, toothy grin around the stick in his mouth, letting his eyes flit around to a few others in the room that knew he was pretty much a regular here.

As the old man wrote about no food, Fin gave a pointed crunch on his sucker, making sure the noise echoed around the room. He chewed the pieces before reaching into the pocket of his letterman's jacket under his feet and grabbing another one; strawberry flavored this time.

Once the pleasantries were out of the way and their so-called teacher went back to not caring about them, Fin dropped his head back and looked at Rosie upside-down.

"Rose," he whispered, "psst, Rosie," a flirty grin flashed in her direction, "why don't you sit on the top of this desk so I can use your lap for a pillow." One hand reached backwards to pat the desk directly behind his head.
Joey always felt small here; it was impossible not to with the forest of majestic trees towering hundreds of feet above him. Granted, he sometimes felt small surrounded by a family that radiated happy chaos and the confusion and unanswered questions that had plagued him since the incident he had already dubbed That Night dwarfed him...but this was a good sort of small feeling. The trees had seen and survived much more than he ever would. If any part of nature had some sort of ancient wisdom, it would be this place. It really was too bad he didn't feel a sudden kinship with the trees; he could have used some good old fashioned ancient wisdom.

Perplexed once again, the excited chatter of his family flowed in one ear and out the other. They were going on a hike to a cabin rented months ahead of time, someone didn't want to go on the hike, someone wanted to go in a hollow tree like they did last year, someone was hungry and someone else was thirsty...

Joey eyed the water in his bottle as if it was an unpredictable animal ready to jump out at him at any moment.

"Yeah, let's go to the hollow tree," he agreed, forcing himself to pay attention and start following his family into the park. He was far removed from the ocean; there wouldn't be any answers for him here. He'd have to make the best of it and enjoy the vacation, then return to their home on the southern coast and try to figure out what the hell happened to him. Fortunately, Joey had always been good at making the best of things.

And what better for the best of things to start with but a dog?

Just before he stepped into the woods, a golden blur flashed in the corner of his eye, and he turned around to behold a golden retriever fleeing from a teenage girl (he could have sworn neither of them had been there a second before) in abundant, gleeful glory. Instinct set his feet in motion, but there was no need to run; as soon as the dog realized the existence of another human being, it changed direction and shot directly toward him.

"Hey - oh wow, hi!"

The sheer power of a full-grown golden retriever nearly bowled him over, and dropping to his knees was the only way to avoid a nasty fall. Of course, this was taken as the perfect opportunity to relentlessly attack him in the brutal tongue-to-face method. "Okay, okay, hi to you too," he laughed, "But you're not supposed to be here, now, are you?" He felt through golden fur until his fingers gained hold of a collar, and, holding it tightly, he climbed to his feet and began gently tugging the dog by the collar toward where he had last seen its owner.

Unfortunately for him, the retriever decided it did not want to be tugged and instead sat down on the road and panted, its tongue lolling out. He could have sworn the dog was grinning at him. "Aw, come on, bud - hey, I'll give you a nice belly rub if you come along. Deal?"

There appeared to be no deal.
Scouting the battlefield, Rosie's parents had called in when she'd stared at them in confusion. Observing and analysising so they could pick the position where flames would spread easiest and furthest from.

Honestly, Rosie could not help but feel as if they were wasting their time. She did not know much about the art of scheming and planning, she had not inherited any of her (quite possibly mad) parents' intelligence. All she knew was that wood burned nicely, and Redwood National Park was full of it. Wasn't that enough?

No, it was not, they had said. And so they'd sent her off, seeming to think that Rosie would return a couple hours later with something of use rather than a grin, a shrug, and a declaration of "yeah there's a whole lot of trees out there. What's for dinner?".

"C'mon Biscuit!"

Rosie had not inherited her parents' intelligence, and she had not inherited their subtle cunning either. It was obvious in the way her hair seemed to catch alight at the tips and flicker red and gold, in the golden retriever that crashed through the forest with her and in how the air around her rippled with scorching heat more suited for a desert than for a very flammable park.

(Though that was sort of the point.)

She hummed as she walked, half paying attention to her surroundings like her parents had told her and half just throwing sticks for Biscuit. As far as Rosie was aware, the park (at least, the part she walked) was empty and so what reason did she have to try and be subtle? It was often difficult, keeping herself from quite literally bursting into flames. She had to watch herself in a place like this (for now), but that did not mean she had to force the heat from her skin and the flames from her hair right that second. Not when there was no one around to see her.

"Come oooon, slowpoke! Get up! We're here!"

There were people around to see her.

Rosie stumbled over the raised root of a tree, grabbing a hold of the trunk to steady herself. When she dropped her arm back down to her side, it left a blackened handprint upon the bark. She bit back a cry of frustration, squeezing her eyes shut and her lips together until she had cooled from boiling to simply warm and the flames had died away to leave admittedly still fiery looking locks. She could hear voices, growing closer by the second, but she knew that if anyone saw her in such a manner then her parents would be livid.


Rosie cracked her eyes open just in time to see the disappearing tail of her dog. A string of muffled curses slipped from her tongue, and she took off in pursuit off it.


It came out as a whine. She chased the dog out onto the road, barely noticing the family that gathered there, into the woods again, and then back onto the road once more.

It was not Joseph McCormick's first time in detention, but he wished it was.

It would be nice if he didn't even have to have his first, but simply being the twin of Finlay McCormick ensured this would never be the case. Fin always found a way to drag him into something and Joey was never able to resist going along with it. He figured him being there to take even the quickest look before they leaped might help prevent them from getting caught, and it had before, but they had not been so lucky this time around. There was really no way to argue your way out of it when the janitor came along to clean the wall you were in the process of defacing it. As Fin had claimed it would be, graffiti was a fun form of self-expression, but unfortunately, it was an illegal one.

He sat upright in his desk chair and alternated between staring at the whiteboard and staring into the void. Detention was the most boring activity he could imagine, and it always made him restless. Already his foot tapped relentlessly, creating constant echoes on the tile, and they hadn't even started yet. He hoped this wouldn't drag on for too long. He had to march in a parade of bands tonight with the high school marching band, and he would prefer to have some time to eat and get ready first.

No food, no talking, no phones, no fun... The teacher in charge looked like he had no real energy or life left in him. Joey couldn't relate. His other foot had started tapping and he had enough energy to burst out of the building and jog more laps than they did when the director was particularly grumpy.   

At least he wasn't alone. He grinned back at Nari and wondered how she had managed to land herself here too. Some people here were ones he would have never expected, but then again, Joey supposed he wasn't one people would typically expect to frequent detention. He turned his grin to Fin, whose posture declared he was a whole other story.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and his eyes went to the teacher in front. It appeared the man was already done with them, busy sorting through papers at his desk. Subtly, he pulled out the device and typed out a response.

text message
to narwhal :)
09:02 am
i swear it wasn't my idea,
but let's just say we really
made our mark and mom
has banned us from spray paint
until pretty much forever. you?

He slipped the phone back in his pocket and looked around, wondering if anyone else who could manage to make this morning interesting would show up.
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