I know exactly what kind of soap I want to do.
- Locked due to inactivity on Aug 4, '16 4:28pm
Thread Topic: I know exactly what kind of soap I want to do.
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Don't hurt me!
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I won't. Make your character!
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Name: Jason
Age: 17
Looks: short-ish black hair, dark brown eyes, very light brown skin tone
Wears: White hoodie, dark jeans, crimson shoes
Figure: 5'8" Medium build, muscular
Personality: Caring, romantic, shy except to good friends, will kick ass if he needs to, prefers to be quiet about it, then go loud when noticed -
(I'm more of a cat person, but I like your profile pic! Start the thread! You said guns, should I post what I use?)
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(Thanks! And, post what you use! PS, sorry for the wait. The power went off in the middle of my post and didn't come on for another 16 hours!)
(Um, where should the story start? School?) -
(Sure. No power sucks...)
Weapons: Two M9 Berretas, MSR(bolt action sniper rifle) -
(So, where should I start the story?)
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(School, mall, on the job[mission], not really sure. Let's start as if they are just meeting eachother before they are attacked at school. We just so happen to be the ones with guns to fight against the gun men.)
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(Okay. Walking to school, then.)
*twirls hair as she walks down the sidewalk, amist her thoughts, as if nothing else exists* -
(I have to leave, go ahead and start. I'll be back on in about three hours. Sorry. I've got this bookmarked.)
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(I already started. I'll wait for you...)
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(I WAITED ALREADY!)
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(Let's just say I'm da new kid on da block)
Jason walked down the sidewalk wishing he could disappear from view. There were many people and he had never liked large crowds.
"Ow. Are- are you okay?" He had walked right into a girl that didn't seem to be paying attention until now. He reached out a hand to help her up. -
(I'm guessing that's Nicole?)
Nicole:
Holding her books in one arm and Jason's hand in the other, she got up and smoothed her hair out of her face. "I- I'm fine," she stammered, still looking down. -
Jason
"Sorry." Wow, he thought, she's beautiful. "D-do you, uh, want help with your stuff?" He mumbled.
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