The Future of the Past rp ~~Players Needed!!~~

Does this sound like a good rp?

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    Votes: 7 31.8%

  • No

    Votes: 8 36.4%

  • Maybe

    Votes: 2 9.1%

  • We'll just have to find out! :D

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Mantha8225 said:
Mathew stepped back. "What... are you talking about???"
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"Gah!" exclaimed Gretchen furiously. She dug around in her bag for a second, then pulled out a pocketknife and glared at him, "Now you're making me ruin a perfectly good shirt." She cut two long slits in the back of her shirt and turned her back to him as tiny featherless wings grew up from under her. The ugly little wings were soon covered in feather shafts as they grew, then the huge, orange and cream wings spread in front of his face. She whipped around to face him, feathers smacking his face, "Believe me now, ****head?"
 
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Mantha8225 said:
Mathew stepped back, staring at her. "Um..."

"Uh, yeah. Gets really annoying." Blake looked at her, his eyes challenging her to make some kind of smart*** remark.
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"yeah, i hate it when... the vines.. follow me as if i'm some sort of mommy. plus they can give me away, its how everything happened today, they just wouldn't stop following me!" she said in irritation, she could kind of relate, but she had to admit that she did have it better than him.
 
Mantha8225 said:
((Me: Well, "Um" is a word that-
Mathew: Shut up))

Mathew took another step back. And another. "What are you-?" he stopped talking, knowing he would just dig his hole deeper if he did.
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"What am I? Hey, you're just like me, bozo. Well, okay, not quite just, but you're like me. You were floating. Flying." She stamped her foot again (chastising herself inwardly for that), "Look, just – just try and do it."
 
((XD thats not what he was going to say at all))

Mathew stared at her with a confused look. "Do what?" Then he understood. "Fly? I'm not Superman. Well technically, he doesn't actually fly, and-" He shut himself up before he started rambling on about comic books. He closed his eyes and concentrated. He opened them. "There. See? Nothing happ- Aaaaah!" He shot up several hundred meters in a matter of seconds, then started fluidly freefalling, flailing his arms. He shot closer and closer to the ground, wishing himself to not become a pancake on the wet ground. His falling abruptly stopped about 4 feet from the ground, jolting him. The floating stopped and he hit the ground flat on his face.
 
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