-=+=-[RP] The Camp - A horror story - Accepting! [RP]-=+=-

Name: Amanda
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
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Personality: Funny, Short-tempered, Mischievous, Kind, Social, Tom-boy, Smart, Stubborn
Powers (3 limit): Reading minds, Fighting with dual swords
Weapon(s) of choice: Sword and pocket knife
History (keep it short and sweet): 17 year-old who had a rough childhood, both her parents passed away from doing drugs and she was taken in by her aunt. She grew up with 4 older brothers and acts very much like them. She was a bit shy when she was younger and had a hard time getting over her parents but came out of her shell as she got older.
Flaws (2 at least): Being lady like, fitting in with popular girls, singing
Other: She is nice to many people but does not really like popular girls, she sometimes has a tendency of correcting people when they are wrong
 
Peter blinks a few times, realizing he was so high he missed a lot "where is this?"
 
The boy sighed, still searching for his glasses. His tentacles sunk into his back, forcing him to wear a strange expression at the feeling. What was that...? He murmured to his conscious. He sighed, just deciding on continuing to search for his glasses, continuing to roll around, not wanting to trip. His school clothes stopped the majority of the mud from touching him, but some managed to trickle through.
 
My tears eventually stopped, the time going back to normal. Covering my eye again, I went outside, bumping into a man who smelled of alcohol. [By this, I mean Peter]
 
Suzuya felt groggy, while his eyes felt heavy from his afternoon nap, his thoughts racked with how his father was probably going to scold him for sleeping too long and missing the bus home, then again. didn't he fall asleep on the bus? It didn't really matter to him, he was used to being bullied for random reasons, maybe even carried off the bus and thrown off somewhere. though now that the question arises, where WAS he?

Closing his eyelids to collect his thoughts, it took him a few seconds to register that he was being poked by various thorns. or to be More accurate, he was stuck against an thorn bush!

"Ah, I'm bleeding..I should stitch that up." he giggled to himself, wedging himself free, the boy did what he normally would and Reached into his backpocket for his sewing needle, he would patch himself up and see if he could find anyone else that missed the Bus home~
(OMG, I'm so sorry about how late I am to this! also, I hope I didn't mess this up somehow D;)
 
Peter looks at Tolka with his droopy, weed high eyes.

"What noggin John? " (that is what he said, meaning "what's going on" )
 
"What? M-my name isn't John." I murmured, tugging my bangs over my eye a bit more. "Are you alright? I didn't bump into too hard did I?" I asked, my voice full of concern. "Are you having a fever?" I questioned, putting my hand on his forehead.
 
I put my hands on my own "water you tolkien about? I'm perfectly clam, girl."

(What are you talking about? I'm perfectly calm)
 
"Y-you need water? The only water I've seen today was from a puddle..." I chuckled. "You should sit down..." I murmured, not aware to the fact that he was drunk.
 
(He's not drunk, he's high)

"O...kay..." he would say, nearly no longer high, but still there
 
I gently grabbed his wrist, leading him over to a fallen tree to sit. "Are you sure you're okay? You're talking weird..." I stated, not letting go of his hand.

[Sorry. I always get mixed up XD ]
 
(It's fine! :) )

Pulling out of the high, his eyes stop drooping. Pete looks around

"Where the hell am I, and who the **** are you?"
 
"I'm Tolka, and I have no idea where we are." I replied, shyly moving my hand to cover up my clock eye with my black bangs.
 
Peter looks at her angrily, not listening

"Did the librites send you? You gunna kill me?"
 
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(What? Is that a suggestion to fill in the blank?)

"Alright, I'll trust yah. "

That was, of course, a lie, but he did want to trust her
 
[Yeah it is]
"Good. But if you try anything on me, I will slaughter you." I grinned, my gold eye visible for only a moment. "Anyways, what's your name?"
 
(Changed it to that)

"I'm Peter. You are?"

He wasnt paying attention the first time.,
 
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