Teenager Time|Adventure Time Rp| Open and accepting

[lavender & lilac;;]

Elliott laughed. "Thanks, but no thanks. I appreciate the gesture. Id rather talk to Ben myself, and Elly said she'd handle Marsh."

[Winchester..]

"Alright." She said, a tad bit disappointed that she couldn't scold them "Well, I'll tell my brother to talk to you. If that happens again, you gotta tell me. Their closeness, while adorable, is annoying at times and can get in the way of the functionality of the group, so I get it if you don't like something about the way you're treated while they're together." She smiled, ruffling his hair "Well, I need to get back to the girls. Almost party time."

[lavender & lilac;;]

Elliott rolled his eyes. "I just fixed that." He combed it back out as he watched herclose the door.

Meanwhile, Elly watched the clock and pulled her faux leather bag from the dresser. She saw Bonnie come back in. "Ready to party?"

[Evil Muffin Overlord]

Marshall snorted at Ben's comment about already being told he looked cute. The teen decided not to answer that. "Alright, let's not let the girls get their panties in a twist. See you at the party, Marcy." he held up a quick peace sign to his sister, then hurried after Benji, who could walk quite fast when he wanted to. Deciding to be nice, he swung Ben's backpack off his shoulder and took it up in his own arms, figuring he owed the pink haired teen for accidentally landing on him and squishing his insides.

Benjamin noticed Marshall catching up to him, but didn't say anything until he was suddenly relieved of his backpack. "What- Marshall! What are you doing? You don't have to carry my stuff for me!" He said, feeling slightly flustered, and slightly angry. What was Marshall doing? Marsh was not usually a nice person, he was acting out of his usual self today... Maybe it was just so that he could rifle through Ben's stuff later? Yeah, that must've been it, definitely the reason... As they got closer to Marshall's house, Ben began to think about what he could wear. "Huh... What do you have that wouldn't look awful on me, Marsh? Most of your clothes aren't really my taste, but you never know. You have to have something..."

[lavender & lilac;;]

((Please be a suit w/ bowtie!!! My fantasies shall be fulfilled. And your forgetting cece again. Is she ready to party?))

[bee]

Marshall shrugged. "No big deal. You've got an arm full of cakes, I can handle your bag." as Gumwad started to speak up again about clothing styles. "Oh, we'll find something that suites your weird taste. My style varies, so there must be some shirt or shiz that you'll like." as they reached his house, Marsh walked without hesitation up the driveway, opening the door like it was no big problem he was home early. His parents where always out, they wouldn't care.

[Silenced Screams]

[center]Annabelle~
Sitting there quietly I listened to everyone's conversations. These people were so different from what one could imagine. My kind of people. I thought. After I finally got to the end of my hair I stood up and tossed it all back behind me, some of the longer ends dragged on the ground a bit.

Marceline~
I chuckled as the two walked off still bickering. I walked back into the school and started searching for people who seemed cool enough to come and didn't mind ditching. /center]

[Winchester..]

Bonnie smiled "This better be worth it. I skippdd put on a test for this." She said, sticking her tongue out at Elly.

Logan sat at his house, across the table from his sister Lindsey, who had been sick with the flu "Alright, if I'm late for dinner, what do you say?"
"You're studying at a friend's house."
He smiled, giving his twin a high five "Thanks Linz, I'm gonna get going. How do I look?"
"Like a normal teenager. Now go!" She laughed, pushing him out the door

[Silenced Screams]

Annabelle~
I sighed softly at everyone, seeing as they were all probably going to continue taking forever, I made a bold move and walked out of her room and outside, heading slowly to the mill so they could catch up.

[.:bunches:.]

Fionna plopped down next to Cece..."You ready my friend? And whats up? You look irritated."

* * *

Edith peered over her glasses at her new assistant through the window of her office. He was finishing up the last return cart of the day. For once they had sent someone she could work with. Payson had been a student here a few years ago, and though very much the jock, had gravitated to the library on a consistent basis. She'd known all along he was a closet bookworm, but she'd never anticipated he would actually pursue library sciences for his degree. When he'd entered her office this morning, fifteen minutes early, she'd had to contain her obvious surprise. The district never gave her any information on her interns until they came, and even at that she'd always had to get any information, outside of the resume, from the student.

The day had gone fairly quickly, and with the exception of Fionna's odd dash through the library earlier today, was rather uneventful. She was pleased with the district's selection this semester. Payson would make an effective assistant. If she could keep the girls from fawning over him. Today was no barometer for the future she well knew. The library was usually dead the first day of the term.

* * *

Payson, decidedly bored with today, looked around the library for any strays that he had missed, straightened the "free to good home" book and magazine rack, and went to check in with Ms. Garcia. "I'm finished. Is there anything else you want me to do before I head out for today?" When she shook her head, not looking up from the file in front of her, he excused himself, picked up his bag and phone, and left the school. As he drove around his hometown, looking at everything, he was flooded with memories he'd managed to keep at bay since he left. College had been an easy ride for him, and though he was glad to be home, he couldn't help but feel out of place. Somehow his car parked itself on the ridge looking down at the school on the east and overlooking the old mill on the west. So many memories in both of those places. He twirled the class-ring Justine had given back to him before she left, and sat there watching the school, students coming and going through doorways he'd gone through so many times himself. Why did everything feel so different?