Clever Title Here - Character Exchange RP- Invite Only

[Cloudsong]

James David Strider

James responded to Martin's sarcastic reply with a small smirk. He didn't seem very effected by his roommates anger, as it was common for the man to snap at everyone. Usually he chose to ignore the retorts, and sometimes he would respond with some witty comment that would make himself seem much more intelligent, and would leave Martin muttering under his breath. At that particular moment however, James didn't really feel like starting an argument - but would he even be just to call it that, when he would always win? An argument was a heated expression of opinions between two individuals. And with Martin - or in fact, anyone - there was nothing that could ever be said that would make him change his beliefs or opinions. So he just contented himself with a small smirk, the man's words not seeming to have even been heard by him.

His gaze flitted over to the blonde as he felt something brush against his shoulder. It didn't seem to surprise him to see the woman, and he didn't seem at all flattered by her compliment. Although her voice was dripping with sarcasm, James didn't seem at all disturbed by this in the slightest. Of course it must have been a slip in her voice, as there could be nothing sarcastic about his flawless appearance. "What else is new about that?" he responded, in a somewhat bored, indifferent voice. There was some smugness apparent in it however, as he knew perfectly well that he looked 'fine', as Ellie had described him to be. Although some might call him arrogant, but James preferred to think of himself as just simply observant. He knew he looked good, so why pretend otherwise? It was common knowledge.

"So who started this fire, anyway?" he suddenly snapped, his voice escalating a little too rapidly. His bi-colored eyes were narrowed to slits within seconds, and his eyebrows knit together as he watched the building in front of them carefully. It seemed like this sudden annoyance - or rather, anger - was not fueled by the factor in front, but rather by his disorder. "Or was it just some idiot that thought it would be funny to pull the alarm?"

( Guys please forgive me for crappy posts XD I'm really sick, and my mind is sort of hazy from fever, so it's harder to get my words across... )

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[ I'M SO NOT TELLING WHO I MADE. ]
[ That is all. :} ]


ѕ н α ɴ e ---мr. αwĸwαrd

ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᵃʷᵏʷᵃʳᵈ ᵐᵒᵐᵉᶰᵗ ʷʰᵉᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢᵏ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ 'ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʷʳᵒᶰᵍ'˒ ᵃᶰᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵇˡᵉᵐ
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Shane lay on the bed, in a painfully awkward position [much like his personality]. With one foot shoved under his chest, laying facedown, one arm on his back like he was being arrested, the other up and under the pillow that supported a head with a face mashed into it, and one leg dangling off the bed, I dare say you haven't seen somebody sleep like this. Again, it was painfully awkward, and he would wake up with many kinks in varying places if he stayed in this position overnight. Apparently, for him, it was good luck that the fire alarm echoed through the building, scaring him awake. Shane freaked out, squealing around the room like a little girl, whilst jumping up onto his bed, thinking the flames were going to eat him. But it was dark, so he was confused, and did finally take a second to look around the room to figure out where the annoying noise was coming from. Well, it wasn't with his apartment, he debunked quickly, so, he knew he had to get out of there, and quick. Shane jumped off of his bed, and onto a shoe he had left there the night before, stubbing his toe. Shane then began to jump up and down on one of his feet, cussing vehemently. It took a moment for him to realize that he needed to get a move on, and actually get out of the building.

Shane slipped two random shoes on, not caring what foot they happened to land upon, before he rushed out of his appartment, and down onto the street, already filling with people who had also heard the alarm blaring in the wee hours of that chilly morning. He instantly regretted not picking up a jacket while he was rushing out the door, because the brunette was already frozen stiff. "H-h-hey guys," Shane grinned, walking over to some people he knew. "Did you know there's a fire?" What he failed to realize is his shoes were mismatched, on the wrong feet, he was wearing his pants on backwards, and the back of his hair was sticking out in all directions. And he had no idea. Just wait until Ellie got a hold of him.

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Ellie's eyebrows raised as Will appeared, coming to stand besides them. Her voice was dry as she spoke to him, "Well if you turn around, you'll see that our apartment block is on fire. But, y'know, it's just usual college stuff." The girl shrugged indifferently and then rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. People could be so stupid. Martin spoke then and Ellie let out a cold laugh, her breath visible in the morning air. "Imaginative," was all she said of his poor retort, choosing to be more bothered about James's words because, well, he was fit. "You know what else is fine James? Cr*p." She chose to show him that her words had been sarcastic (even though they weren't) and that she thought of him the same way she thought of sh*t. (Which she didn't).

She was about to reply to his next question though when she spotted Shane jogging over. As soon as her eyes drifted over him her half-bored smile turned into a smirk. His shoes were on the wrong feet, they weren't the same shoes, he had his pants on backwards and his hair looked nothing if disheveled. First though she had to address his words. "Well, no sh*t sherlock." Her words were sarcastic; when weren't they? "Why else would we be outside?" Another roll of her eyes and she returned to giving him a once over.

She decided to tackle the trousers first. "Dude, I knew you had a d*ck, she sent the boy a saucy (and fake) wink over her words "but seriously, when did it grow out of your *ss?" Her face turned questioning and Ellie stopped herself from grinning at his obvious obliviousness. The girl then wondered if he knew and had done it for comedy value...idiot.

rubbish i know...i hate myself for it, but hey, it's something xD }}

[Cloudsong]

James seemed to have calmed his temper when Shane decided to make his appearance. Rather than pointing out the obvious flaws in the man's appearance, he contented himself with a silent brood, his mouth forming into a thin line. His bi-colored eyes betrayed no shred of emotions, and none of his annoyance, nor his smugness, was visible. It was part of his charm perhaps, his secrecy; only rarely were people let in on his thoughts.

His calamity however, was rudely interrupted when the girl in front of him suddenly compared his looks to excrement. For a moment he just stared at her, seeming momentarily confused by her rude comment. Where had that come from? Had she not just been complimenting his flawless appearance? What had this sudden change of heart been fueled by? It was completely uncalled for, let alone untrue. Rather than giving her the benefit of the doubt, or believing that she might actually have been joking, he decided to think the worst. That was after all, what he usually did.

"I wasn't aware that you were attracted to feces," he said smoothly, his voice cold. "But I suppose that's just another side of you that's unseen to the world?" He turned his head away after that, as if to signify that the conversation was over.

[Artesian]

m&m

"A breach? In here? Baliff! Get my stead! We must retreat at once!" (Ace Attorney)

Martin had no idea how to reply to Ellie after that statement. It had been imaginative. A bit. Maybe. At least it hadn't been a cliche, not that cliches didn't have their place. Forget it. This time, he wasn't going to let the pretty but annoying lady bother him. No, he'd let the weather bother him instead, and the smoke scent that was drifting through the air. What'd you know the building really was on fire.

When the Lord of the Awkward arrived, Martin was subtly relieved. No one could be more attention getting in all the wrong ways than Shane, and right now, Martin preferred being ignored than to being insulted. Once, M&M had tried to get Shane started with WOW. He'd walked his friend through creating a character that he'd considered pretty much impossible to get killed: night elf druid, with as much armour and scrolls of protection as Martin could foist on him. Shane hadn't lasted thirty minutes without being killed. By himself. Somehow, Shane had managed to kill his own character, completely by accident. M&M hadn't even thought that was possible.

Ah, banter, apparently, was emanating from his roommate's mouth. Faeces? Attracted? I think that he kinda missed the point. And was kinda missing the fact that their HOME was burning down. Hello?

And then the fire truck arrived with a wail of sirens.

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NPCs

(OOC: Kay, because you guys are kinda scattered and not all bumping into each other, I'm sending out the NPCs. Feel free to control them anyway you wish. And if anyone else wants to jump in - cheerio, Kiro,Try and Fly? Go ahead. ^-^)

@ Will - "Excuse me, sir?" The fireman had a hose clamped under his arm, and was unfairly good looking for haven been woken up and rushed out to put out a fire at this early hour. "Please stand aside." He seemed a bit amused at Will's fastidious and unaffected appearance, and continued, pointing, "It would be best if you'd stand over there, out of the way."

@ Rose - "Ow!" Someone yelped below the window. It sounded like a book had fallen in some place other than a safe, unoccupied bit of ground. "Oh my god," the person said, looking up at Rose in the window. "Are you trapped?"

[Artesian]

I noticed that my last post may have been confusing. Rose and Will are not NPCs! I'm just sending an NPC to come interact with them, so they don't get bored. Anyone is allowed to control the Fireman and the person below Rose's window.

Also, cheerio, Kiro, Try and Fly, if you're still interested in playing in this, please post. I'm going to PM you soon, just to make sure you haven't forgotten; please let me know if you're dropping out. :3

[city;]

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ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᵃʷᵏʷᵃʳᵈ ᵐᵒᵐᵉᶰᵗ ʷʰᵉᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢᵏ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ 'ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʷʳᵒᶰᵍ'˒ ᵃᶰᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵇˡᵉᵐ

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Shane chewed on his lip, his brain still pretending to be fogged over from the smoke that hasn't ever met his lungs. After a moment, he wished he could crawl back into bed, and away from Ellie's scathing look. His eyes widened into the shape of saucers, and his face turned the color of roses. "Oh," he said quietly, his voice cracking. "I just thought you guys needed some extra info." He shied away from her scathing gaze nervously. She scared him as usual, most likely caused by how mean she seemed. Probably also because of how sarcastic she was, but that was only because he didn't have any come backs, a d she took advantage of his vulnerability before he could say "oh, no, I forgot what I did".

When Ellie turned away, Shane was extremely relieved. But then again, he got that weird look from M&M. What was that for? Well, Shane actually had a log lost of reasons that the gamer could be looking at him oddly, including the World of Warcraft incident, the Call of Duty Black Opps. incident, the Skyrim incident, the Teken 4 incident, the Assasin's Creed incidents, the ring of death incident, the time he accidentally dropped a controller because it vibrated incident, and finally; the Mario Kart -- of all games -- incident. Shane wasn't the best at video games, no matter how many times Martin had tried. After a while, both had just stopped trying. Shane had accepted that he wasn't ever going to be more than a disgrace to the gaming world. "Hi, M&M!"

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Ellie scoffed as James responded, not missing a beat as she spoke; "I don't like cr*p. I was just saying you look like it. Which is an excellent observation." She winked sarcastically at him and then turned back again to Shane, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows in disbelief. "Well we dont dumb*ss and if we did, I don't think it would be that the building is on fire. It's pretty obvious." She guestured with her head towards the building and rolled her eyes at him. Her eyes travelled over the firefighters who had arrived, noting how good looking they all were. Especially the one talking Will. Lucky b*stard, she thought. Although she wasn't sure it was likely that the firefighter batted for the same team as Will.

er...idk, there wasn't much to reply too ^^ }}

[team free kick sass]

Haha first post on my iPad wish me luck haha. Eh, it's random, wasn't sure where to hop in c;

Hashtag was staring intently at the screen. "Wait, what? Wait, is she rolling around on the floor? No, wait!" She was motionless, and utterly confused. She had rented Paranormal Activity from the store, and was now watching it. "No! I she like, IDK, possessed! OMG NO!" Of course, Birdy was chattering to her own self. She fiddled around with the remote and flicked it off. "Hey, no! That was supposed to make it go to Jersey Shore!" she wailed, flailing her arms about. Her eyes fluttered to her MacBook Pro laptop. Yay! Maybe someone retweeted me OMG Hashtag thought to herself excitedly. No retweets, so she decided, instead, to go spam people's feed!

Before wandering to other people's walls, she made a couple tweets on her wall.

I DONT NO HOW 2 TURN OF CAPITUL LOCK OMG HELP PLZZZ #WHATDOIDO

No really, she was helpless. One day, she went key smashing and clicked caps lock, and of course, all hell broke loose on Twitter. She spammed everywhere with no reply. So yep, here Birdy is, thirteen days later, still clicking away on those Capitol letters. Hashtag continued her fun, before deciding that she had not eaten in thirty minutes and would probably starve to death some if extreme precautions were not taken. Ok, she told herself, don't panic, take it easy, get. To. Cupboard.

And then, a loud siren erupted from the floor below Hashtag. It was a fire alarm. But, Birdy ignored this and continued scouring the pantry for nommage.

Birdy stuffed all sorts of candies and sweets and crackers and cookies and cake into her mouth before wiping her lips with a napkin. She breathed a sigh of relief. Now, # could finally focus on getting to MTV to watch Jersey Shore, because the fire was surely some kind of accident. Birdy begin to wish she had pulled the alarm... But, she would've gotten in trouble, probably... Oh well... YOLO!

She played around with the tv remote, before finding that Jersey Shore had just finished. Her eyes began to water, but promptly Hashtag perked up. Twitter time!

OMG GUYS SOMEONE PULLED THE ALARM AND OMG THERES A FIRE!!!!!

... Followed by ...

SMOKE I SMELL SMOKE ALWAIS WANNAD 2 SMELL SMOCKE!!!!

And many more. How thick did you have to be not to realize it was about time to GET OUT?

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{{I. MISSED. SO. MUCH. Sorry about my late reply... I'll make this pretty as soon as I can be bothered to - muse, but I don't want to do pretty formatting.
Plus whoever guessed the characters I made, you're wrong~
Slightly fail post, trying to cram everything in before my mother makes me go to bed. Hope this is okay~}}

Dark hair glistening in the night compared to her sickly pale skin, the woman brushed it over her shoulder, pulling on her leather jacket as she hopped onto her motorcycle and roared away in the night. It, of course, was quiet. Cold hard eyes squinting into the wind, she leant further forward, and sped up. This woman was, of course, the nasty vindictive b*tch that lived on the top floor of the student apartments. She wasn't popular - on the contrary, she was incredibly unpopular - but she had a nickname that would make others think otherwise.

Queen b*tch.

It was late when Estelle De Lune arrived back at her accommodation. Glancing around - she had, naturally, been out past curfew - she ducked her head and walked in through the front door - or she would, had it been open. Instead she walked into the door, smashing her head into it with some large amount of force. Wincing and pressing her hand to her head, Estelle looked around, hoping like hell that nobody had seen that, before striding away around the side of the building, flipping her keys in her spare hand. Once there, she began looking around desperately, trying to find a rope ladder that somebody would have hanging out of their window.

No such luck.

Cursing herself for not getting back sooner, Estelle walked to the drainpipe, hoping that it would hold her weight. It took her a few tries to get started, falling off many times and even creating a hole in her jeans, just above the knee. Shimmying up it and losing her grip a few times, the woman mentally moaned at herself for demanding the top apartment. Every movement caused her pain - naturally, as she was so smart, she'd forgotten to put her keys in her pocket and now they were digging into the flesh of her palms.

It took her an hour to get to the top. Once there, she mentally patted herself on the back for leaving the window open like she always did. Climbing in and landing heavily, Estelle stayed collapsed on the floor, catching her breath, and even moaning a tad.

To make her day even better, the fire alarm had to go off. "OH FOR F**K SAKE." Estelle yelled, sitting upright and glaring at the ceiling. With no idea who had set it off - for their sakes, she hoped it was a real fire - she clambered to her feet with a glare that could kill (jk). Grabbing her back-up plan bag (for those emergencies where she'd have to flee the town - like when her family turned up), Estelle unlocked her door and pulled it open, only for smoke to come billowing in through it. Pulling the collar of her jacket over her mouth, the girl hurried down the stairs, not wanting to get out of the building the same way she had got in.

Upon hearing the shouts of a fellow student, Estelle paused, debating whether or not to risk her own safety in order to save someone. Slitting her eyes, she banged at the door of the student's apartment, yelling, "GET OUT YOU MORON." before continuing out of the building. There was no way that she was going to save somebody else's life - it was their problem, not her's.
When she had reached the bottom floor - the door was now open - Estelle paused, flicking her hair over her shoulder, slipping one arm through a strap of her rucksack before deeming herself presentable, and walking - no, stalking - out of the door. Looking around with distaste at the population of the building, she headed towards a group of people she knew though didn't particularly like. In the group it seemed like there was the gamer dork Mark - or whatever his name was, the hottie James, the girl Ellie, and the apparently stupid guy Shane. Curling her lip, ready for the onslaught of idiocy, Estelle said with what she thought was a smooth voice (it was slightly raspy due to the smoke), "Look what the cat dragged out." Stopping with her hand on her hip and a gleam in her eye, Estelle surveyed the group in front of her.