((Here we go again... X)
PREVIOUSLY, ON MARIGOLD HIGH *
Law and Order's "da dun" plays:
viewtopic.php?f=28&t=583781&start=520For you guys who don't remember or are new, we left off when
third period just started. It is the
second day of school, Thursday, September 2nd (Man, it's been over a year in real life, and the second day hasn't even ended for our friends of Marigold High

). Oh, and I
think there are six classes, but you're going to have to ask the game master, ~BreakingBenjamin~, about that.
Now, without further ado, I shall begin my first IC post of the continuation of this awesome roleplay wiiiiiith...... *drumroll* SPEC! (Who is
NOT emo!! XD )
The last time we saw this little loser (I guess there's more ado after all

), Spec had walked into his ultra-cool third period class of "Mind Practice". There, he was struck with the sudden sensation to use the restroom DX (It may not seem like it, but I'm going somewhere with this--honestly!))
Spec
Boy... that girl can talk! My thoughts sighed in exasperation, yet relief as I tore down the hall. I had somehow managed escap--err,
kindly wave goodbye to, Mizzy. Although I was grateful for it, I couldn't help but wonder why the chatty witch-girl had become completely mute for that chilling minute. It wasn't in her DNA for someone like her to remain silent for that long; it was almost as if her mouth had been Guerrilla Glue'ed shut, her voice nothing but a nightmarish memory.
What happened back there?Concentrate, Spec! I scolded myself.
Focus on your mission to the men's room! Detours--mental or meat world--are not allo--As if a brick wall had been summoned before me, I screeched to a halt. Standing in the remains of my perished tracks, I stared agape, utterly dumbfounded at the scene that met my eyes. Three unspeakable words were displayed across a drooping banner that blockaded the bathroom:
CLOSED FOR CLEANING
Oh no! My thoughts screamed in panic.
I don't have much time... What should I do!?!My divine answer was given in the form of a girl, scurrying along to her class that she was nearly tardy for. She wasn't pretty, or ugly for that matter. This girl was just...
plain. Nothing stood out about her; not a memorable trait was present. And that's why she was the perfect choice.
She was so focused on her destination that it took little effort on my part for us to headlong collide into each other. As soon as the hallway crash occurred, the plain student had scooped up her littered belongings, breathed a hasty "sorry", and zoomed out of sight. I didn't even get to help her recover her fallen possessions, and she hadn't looked at me once.
I felt awful for slamming into the girl. She was just an innocent, oblivious student who, after suffering through all Marigold's halls had to offer, had encountered one last obstacle:
me. But I had gotten what I needed, right? Then why should anything else matter?
Double-checking my surrounds and sealing away all regret, I donned the plain appearance of the plain girl I had bumped into--and dashed into the ladies' room. It was a great disguise, to say the least, especially for a guy like me who had a freaking emergency here! However, I would have to book it; although I looked like a girl now, the fact that I was still wearing the male uniform would likely rouse suspicion. Without further delay, I scampered into the nearest stall there was.
When I emerged to wash my hands, I came face to face with a beautiful mermaid! At the sight of her shocked, dewy eyes, her curly brown hair that waterfall-ed down her back, and, of course, her exotic, cerulean
tail, my entire face, no,
body charged into a fully-loaded blushes mode!
"Oh my God! I-I'm so sor-ry!" I stammered, backing into the sinks. "I didn't mean to, um,
interrupt an-anything!" My body felt like a sauna now; it was unbearably warm. Man, she was
so gorgeous, and a mythical sea being to boot! For a terrible millisecond, I almost forgot about Amira.
Almost.