Stacy Kerrigan High School

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

To take a break from the seriousness of the nightmare king plot for a bit...


(picture stolen from clairbourn)

Your characters are now ordinary high school students or teachers. No powers. No nothing. If they're not humanoid, they are now. Go go go go go.

Note: This is mostly actual RPing, but feel free to note backgroudn about your character OOCly

Comments

[proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com]

Isaac's classes were the best. He led the students through creating machines in the use of pranks, helped them engineer outlandish bongs and guided them through the process of making rude Rube Goldberg machines. He was always quick with a joke and could be persuaded to buy you cigarettes. His were the students of last resort, who had no interest in other classes and his was the booming laughter that had brought many of them back to school.

Often he preffered their company to those of his fellow teachers. Was this due to a consumnate dedication to teaching or simple immaturity? You could ask him as he ate his lunch (giant sub, microbrew beer) in his classroom instead of the teacher's lounge.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

Allen will, since he prefers eating lunch in a classroom to the cafeterias, where he's ripe for the picking-on by every bully taller than him, which is most of them.

"So, how many strings do you have to pull to get to drink during work?" asks the underaged student prodigy over his own lunch of PB+J, Capri Sun, and three oreos.

[proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com]

"It's a microbrew. Drinking them is a lot more like homework than recess." Would that go over a ten year old's head? Oh well. "And what'd you have to do to get all that sugar past your mum?"

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

This is a ten year old who's in honors physics. "I don't have a mom."

Also a ten year old who knows how to twist the truth for the greatest levels of awkward.

[proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com]

Isaac rolls with the punches. It's common enough in his classes. "Crap, sorry about that kiddo. I guess that explains it. But if you keep it up, well..." He patted his belly.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"My observations of my genetic relatives' metabolic patterns suggests that's not likely to be a problem for me barring regular substitution of proteins for refined sugars and carbohydrates."

He chews his sandwich thoughtfully.

"Besides, Dad's getting remarried and I don't think she'll let me drink Capri Sun when she lives with us."