The Society of Truth, an RP

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

(We can't really do anything else until @My Pretty Pekins comes back. Shall we call it a day?)

(Yep. Is it just me or is this RP kind of semi dead? Like there are only three regularly active people )

 

[Anne02]

(Yep. Is it just me or is this RP kind of semi dead? Like there are only three regularly active people )

(Yeah, it sure seems to be slowing down.)

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

(Yeah, it sure seems to be slowing down.)

That’s what I noticed too. Should we tag some of the others to bring it back?)

 

[Anne02]

That’s what I noticed too. Should we tag some of the others to bring it back?)

(You can if you want. I actually have to go. Bye!)

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

(You can if you want. I actually have to go. Bye!)

(K maybe I will later but maybe I might not because I’m pretty busy with the other RP I’m in (the game))

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

(Guys I'm so sorry! Exams and stuff are piling in and I'm just like: I will try and be on a little more but can't guarantee anything.)

Calder sat lazily back in his chair, a sarcastic grin on his face. "Mark, I pronounce your artwork to be an epic fail,"

***
As Alina's bedroom door closed, another sound followed it. Not exactly a common sound, in the Kennedy house. The sound of her key scraping in her lock. And then quick footsteps sounded, and the workroom door also closed and locked. She had gone through the door between her bedroom and the workroom and locked both.

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

(That's all I got for tonight. Perhaps tomorrow morning or tomorrow night I could be on again. Like I say, things are crazy at the moment.)

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

(Guys I'm so sorry! Exams and stuff are piling in and I'm just like: I will try and be on a little more but can't guarantee anything.)

Calder sat lazily back in his chair, a sarcastic grin on his face. "Mark, I pronounce your artwork to be an epic fail,"

***
As Alina's bedroom door closed, another sound followed it. Not exactly a common sound, in the Kennedy house. The sound of her key scraping in her lock. And then quick footsteps sounded, and the workroom door also closed and locked. She had gone through the door between her bedroom and the workroom and locked both.

Tara looked at the ceiling hearing Alina locking her door, she glanced at Calder “is she okay?”

 

[Anne02]

(Guys I'm so sorry! Exams and stuff are piling in and I'm just like: I will try and be on a little more but can't guarantee anything.)

Calder sat lazily back in his chair, a sarcastic grin on his face. "Mark, I pronounce your artwork to be an epic fail,"

***
As Alina's bedroom door closed, another sound followed it. Not exactly a common sound, in the Kennedy house. The sound of her key scraping in her lock. And then quick footsteps sounded, and the workroom door also closed and locked. She had gone through the door between her bedroom and the workroom and locked both.

(It’s fine. School is- though it’s hard to believe- more important than RPing with us. Do well on your exams!)

Tara looked at the ceiling hearing Alina locking her door, she glanced at Calder “is she okay?”

“Who?” Mark asked cluelessly.

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

Tara looked at the ceiling hearing Alina locking her door, she glanced at Calder “is she okay?”

"Introvert overwhelm, most likely," he said with a lazy grin. "She does that sometimes."

(Thanks @Anne_02, I'll try!)