Post by jellar on Jan 31, 2007 7:26:25 GMT 1
(OOC: By the way, this isn't an anime or manga. That freeze frame stuff really doesn't belong. If you want to give a background to your fellow RPers and readers, integrate it with your writing; don't make it a narrative like what they do in anime. This is an RP board. That kind of stuff doesn't belong.)
It was early in the school day and Jellar had just arrived to school and walked right to the second floor. The temperature inside the school was considerably higher than outside of it, so Jellar had to take his hoodie off before he began to sweat profusely. In any case, his hopes of having a normal morning were soon torn to shreds as he heard countless footsteps begin to come toward him. He glanced to the left to see a senior followed by what they call an angry mob. Jellar saw two adults mixed in there, but other than that everyone else seemed to be students. A teacher and janitor. What to do. He didn't feel like simply walking to class anymore after witnessing this.
He glanced back to his right. The end provided stairs to which lead to a lower floor. However, there were stairs right next to him, and Jellar quickly went down the stairs, dodging any oncoming students making their way to class. He made it back to the hallway and saw the straightaway. Footsteps could still be heard overhead. Now was the time to make used of his speed. Gripping his backpack tightly, Jellar sprinted down the hallway, dodging people once more as the hallway wasn't too crowded. He knew the path of the senior and was going get him out of there and see what was going on.
Luckily, his speed was above the rest and he made it to the mouth of the stairs going up. He side dashed into a small room and stood by the doorway. It was only a few seconds later that the whole mob would come running down the stairs after the senior. The senior came by, but he was obstructed by a strong, stiff arm that then pulled him into the room. Quickly aftewards, Jellar shut the door and locked it. The mob didn't seem to notice the senior's disappearance and for some reason did not know what they were chasing anymore. Lucky for stupid gang leaders.
The words that came from this guy's mouth were "I love you."
He seemed pretty carefree, for all Jellar could tell. In any case, Jellar needed to set something straight.
"No, you don't love me," he said sternly, not falling victim to his carefree tone, "So what's the reason behind all this racket?"
Jellar questioned him heavily, getting straight to the point. The man didn't seem to be a very bad person. He was taller and bigger than Jellar himself. However, Jellar quickly realized the hostile tone and atmosphere he was providing. It was natural, but Jellar didn't exactly want to get on the bad side with this guy. Despite his running away, he was able to run; that showed speed above the average. He was a carefree guy, but Jellar could see that he was probably more than what the cover showed.
"I'm Jellar, by the way."
It was early in the school day and Jellar had just arrived to school and walked right to the second floor. The temperature inside the school was considerably higher than outside of it, so Jellar had to take his hoodie off before he began to sweat profusely. In any case, his hopes of having a normal morning were soon torn to shreds as he heard countless footsteps begin to come toward him. He glanced to the left to see a senior followed by what they call an angry mob. Jellar saw two adults mixed in there, but other than that everyone else seemed to be students. A teacher and janitor. What to do. He didn't feel like simply walking to class anymore after witnessing this.
He glanced back to his right. The end provided stairs to which lead to a lower floor. However, there were stairs right next to him, and Jellar quickly went down the stairs, dodging any oncoming students making their way to class. He made it back to the hallway and saw the straightaway. Footsteps could still be heard overhead. Now was the time to make used of his speed. Gripping his backpack tightly, Jellar sprinted down the hallway, dodging people once more as the hallway wasn't too crowded. He knew the path of the senior and was going get him out of there and see what was going on.
Luckily, his speed was above the rest and he made it to the mouth of the stairs going up. He side dashed into a small room and stood by the doorway. It was only a few seconds later that the whole mob would come running down the stairs after the senior. The senior came by, but he was obstructed by a strong, stiff arm that then pulled him into the room. Quickly aftewards, Jellar shut the door and locked it. The mob didn't seem to notice the senior's disappearance and for some reason did not know what they were chasing anymore. Lucky for stupid gang leaders.
The words that came from this guy's mouth were "I love you."
He seemed pretty carefree, for all Jellar could tell. In any case, Jellar needed to set something straight.
"No, you don't love me," he said sternly, not falling victim to his carefree tone, "So what's the reason behind all this racket?"
Jellar questioned him heavily, getting straight to the point. The man didn't seem to be a very bad person. He was taller and bigger than Jellar himself. However, Jellar quickly realized the hostile tone and atmosphere he was providing. It was natural, but Jellar didn't exactly want to get on the bad side with this guy. Despite his running away, he was able to run; that showed speed above the average. He was a carefree guy, but Jellar could see that he was probably more than what the cover showed.
"I'm Jellar, by the way."
