Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

((not even close... come on... work those neurons! think! 😛))

((Stop hurting my little mind!😛 im tinking...Thinking... is it a souveneir? A gift? Keys? Greeting card?))

((Come on Tela... I know you're in here... Post something dammit 😛))

((Ergh, I have an idea, but um, not sure.))

Allor layed next to Derek and put her arm around him. She wondered why his was wearing the sweatshirt. She had never seen him wear one before. She gently rolled up the sleeves on the shirt.

((Dammit! *throws hat down and stomps on it*))

Derek rolled over in his sleep, mumbling something. On the inside of his left arm, he had a single, small, round bruise.

Allor looked at it tentively. She gently brush her finger over the bruise and kissed it before getting up to leave. (D@mn mushyness)

As she left she ran into Peter and held her breath. he was holding an Icepack to his groin. He visibly cringed as he bumped into her. "Srry."

Derek pulled his sleeves down, still fast asleep.

Allor smirked. Dropping to the floor she swung kick tripping Peter and making him fall on his back knocking his head on the floor. there was thud.

Derek woke up slowly, and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before rolling over and going back to sleep.

Peter rolled over and groaned. He got to his knees. "You know what Al, I'm sick of this shit." he said tackling her to the ground. The roll around fighting for control swinging punches at each other.

Derek was still in his room, too stoned to even realize what was going on outside.

As they rolled Allor hit her head on a small sidetale with drawers knocking herself out.

Peter cursed. As angry as he was he couldn't believe what he had done. He picked Allor up and carried to her room. Laying her on her bed she called 911 for help.

Derek woke up, and heard something going on outside his room, but whatever it was, he didn't care... Let whoever it was work it out for themselves, they seemed to be handling it.

A few minutes later Claire came in and woke Derek. "Excuse me, mister, Al's been knocked unconscious."

When she got no response she sighed and left him alone.

Derek thought about what Claire had said for a moment, wondering if he should go make sure she was alright. Nah, let the doctors deal with it.

A few hours later, allor and peter could be heard yelling. "Well, why don't you shove me off the roof?!"

"Because I don't wana go to jail!"

"Well go to hell then. After I kill myself blaming it on you, you can kill youself. No bars involved."

"You know suicide is a mortal sin, Al." he said much quieter.

Allor stopped an looked at him. "Like you care."

((wheee turned))

((You remind me of a guy from one of the forums I go on too, Who makes his own thread and starts talking to himself to get more posts...😛))

Vash saw ambulances come and leave from Allors house. His house was right across the street. Vash saw peter and Allor arguing. Vash was known for making situations much worster... So Vash imeidately exited his house and came up to Allor and Peter.

Ragnard sat at the counter once again reading the new issues that just came out and waiting for costumers.

"Not a lot of people like comics" ragnard said to himself.

][okay im coming in as a new character BEH.][

Name: Kennedy Max, 19 Senior

Kennedy walked down the street, she was fairly new to the town. Her pale blonde hair was in a messy bun, there were small streaks of black in her long bangs that hung in her face. She was wearing a white tank top and worn out jeans that stopped below the knees, and satin sandals. She was listening to Bikini Kill in her headset, and she stopped before a road, to let a car go by.