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OOC: Oookay, so this is my first RP post in over a year and the first RP I've ever started so please bear with me. I think I put enough background info in the discussion thread so everyone should have an idea of why kind of school Rocoso is.
Oh good grief I hope my post is all right ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
BIC
This class is such a joke… thought Dakota Van Dalen.
This fifteen year old was sitting in his health class and as usual, he was annoyed and in a stupor. In theory this class was supposed to be interesting with all the things that could go wrong with the human body, but nooo. First off, the teacher, Mrs. Nichols, was like that prudish aunt that loves preaching to you. She even had the old lady glasses with the chain attached to them. Dakota was fairly sure the teacher hated him and if she didn’t, he’d failed at his job. He routinely slept in class and still knew the answers to any questions she had and made smart-alecky comments out of the wazoo.
But he’d been on his best behavior for the past week because he didn’t want to give her any reason to stop him from battling next week. However that didn’t mean he would be nice to her. He found a way to irritate her that was perfectly within the rules. She turned and glared at Dakota.
“Mr. Van Dalen, what are you smiling at?” she said tersely.
Dakota had on his best creeper smile on and never turned away from her so she was thoroughly unnerved. “It’s a wonderful, wonderful day,” Dakota said in a falsely pleasant voice as he sat next to the poster with some crusted over body part where Mrs. Nichols kindly placed him after he insinuated that her class was pointless. Half the class giggled.
He could tell she wanted to strangle him, but technically he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Instead, she just took to glaring at him. She droned on for about five more minutes before the bell rang and there was a mad dash for the door. Dakota immediate released his Breloom, Sully. Mrs. Nichol’s looked on in disgust. That was another reason why she was unpopular; she didn’t allow Pokémon in her classroom even when they were well behaved. Well, she was at the wrong school then.
“Time to head to the stadium, Sully,” Dakota said as he smacked the Breloom on the back.
Immediately, the Breloom got a maniacal look in his eyes and he Mach Punched the air and nearly hit a passing freshie.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Not yet buddy!” said Dakota, though he was amused. “We’re not battling yet. This is just the closing ceremony of the festival.”
This had been a really fun week, but then Festival Time was always great. It was even better this year because he wasn’t a lame freshie and therefore he didn’t get picked on as bad. Instead he was the one pulling the pranks like the one where he hit some poor dude with a balloon filled with spaghetti sauce. Pranks were a huge part of Rocoso High School and the students had the reputation of being some of the best pranksters ever. Your job was to not be on the receiving end of them.
“Heeeeey, Van Dalen!” Dakota heard someone say from behind before said person pulled him into a headlock. “You ready for next week?” It was a Joe, a fellow member of the Rocoso Soccer Team.
“You better know it,” Dakota responded back. By his own admission, Dakota looked like the last person who’d ever be on a sports team. Not that he was scrawny—he was definitely athletic and one of only two sophomores on the varsity team; Dakota just looked like a total slacker who had a bored look as his default expression. Heh, another reason why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. The members of the soccer team showed their solidarity by all embroidering a Pokémon kicking a soccer ball on the backs of their uniform jackets—in Dakota’s case it was a Breloom and a Hitmonlee in Joe’s case.
Joe finally released him and laughed. “You also better do the school well. We can’t let East Veilstone beat us now, can we? Not after we thrashed them last week in the game.”
“Definitely not,” Dakota said. Ah, that game was spectacular…best part was definitely scoring the winning goal against the EV’s ‘star’ player after he’d trolled Rocoso the entire time.
The school was still decked out in posters advertising the different clubs and what they were doing for the festival. While the soccer team’s show was not the most creative in the world, a soccer match between Pokémon, it proved to be more popular than any of them thought. Dakota was amazed no soccer team before had done it. Students were streaming into the stadium, but Joe, Dakota, and Sully pushed their way through to sit with the rest of the soccer team. They heard someone mutter “dumb jocks” under their breath but they didn’t care.
OOC: So yeah, we're making our way to the stadium. I, uh, hope it wasn't too short and stuff. I promise to develop my charrie even more! *Stops rambling*
OOC: Oookay, so this is my first RP post in over a year and the first RP I've ever started so please bear with me. I think I put enough background info in the discussion thread so everyone should have an idea of why kind of school Rocoso is.
Oh good grief I hope my post is all right ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
BIC
This class is such a joke… thought Dakota Van Dalen.
This fifteen year old was sitting in his health class and as usual, he was annoyed and in a stupor. In theory this class was supposed to be interesting with all the things that could go wrong with the human body, but nooo. First off, the teacher, Mrs. Nichols, was like that prudish aunt that loves preaching to you. She even had the old lady glasses with the chain attached to them. Dakota was fairly sure the teacher hated him and if she didn’t, he’d failed at his job. He routinely slept in class and still knew the answers to any questions she had and made smart-alecky comments out of the wazoo.
But he’d been on his best behavior for the past week because he didn’t want to give her any reason to stop him from battling next week. However that didn’t mean he would be nice to her. He found a way to irritate her that was perfectly within the rules. She turned and glared at Dakota.
“Mr. Van Dalen, what are you smiling at?” she said tersely.
Dakota had on his best creeper smile on and never turned away from her so she was thoroughly unnerved. “It’s a wonderful, wonderful day,” Dakota said in a falsely pleasant voice as he sat next to the poster with some crusted over body part where Mrs. Nichols kindly placed him after he insinuated that her class was pointless. Half the class giggled.
He could tell she wanted to strangle him, but technically he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Instead, she just took to glaring at him. She droned on for about five more minutes before the bell rang and there was a mad dash for the door. Dakota immediate released his Breloom, Sully. Mrs. Nichol’s looked on in disgust. That was another reason why she was unpopular; she didn’t allow Pokémon in her classroom even when they were well behaved. Well, she was at the wrong school then.
“Time to head to the stadium, Sully,” Dakota said as he smacked the Breloom on the back.
Immediately, the Breloom got a maniacal look in his eyes and he Mach Punched the air and nearly hit a passing freshie.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Not yet buddy!” said Dakota, though he was amused. “We’re not battling yet. This is just the closing ceremony of the festival.”
This had been a really fun week, but then Festival Time was always great. It was even better this year because he wasn’t a lame freshie and therefore he didn’t get picked on as bad. Instead he was the one pulling the pranks like the one where he hit some poor dude with a balloon filled with spaghetti sauce. Pranks were a huge part of Rocoso High School and the students had the reputation of being some of the best pranksters ever. Your job was to not be on the receiving end of them.
“Heeeeey, Van Dalen!” Dakota heard someone say from behind before said person pulled him into a headlock. “You ready for next week?” It was a Joe, a fellow member of the Rocoso Soccer Team.
“You better know it,” Dakota responded back. By his own admission, Dakota looked like the last person who’d ever be on a sports team. Not that he was scrawny—he was definitely athletic and one of only two sophomores on the varsity team; Dakota just looked like a total slacker who had a bored look as his default expression. Heh, another reason why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. The members of the soccer team showed their solidarity by all embroidering a Pokémon kicking a soccer ball on the backs of their uniform jackets—in Dakota’s case it was a Breloom and a Hitmonlee in Joe’s case.
Joe finally released him and laughed. “You also better do the school well. We can’t let East Veilstone beat us now, can we? Not after we thrashed them last week in the game.”
“Definitely not,” Dakota said. Ah, that game was spectacular…best part was definitely scoring the winning goal against the EV’s ‘star’ player after he’d trolled Rocoso the entire time.
The school was still decked out in posters advertising the different clubs and what they were doing for the festival. While the soccer team’s show was not the most creative in the world, a soccer match between Pokémon, it proved to be more popular than any of them thought. Dakota was amazed no soccer team before had done it. Students were streaming into the stadium, but Joe, Dakota, and Sully pushed their way through to sit with the rest of the soccer team. They heard someone mutter “dumb jocks” under their breath but they didn’t care.
OOC: So yeah, we're making our way to the stadium. I, uh, hope it wasn't too short and stuff. I promise to develop my charrie even more! *Stops rambling*
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