Ladyofthedeathroses wrote:Can I have a spot as an assassin and as the teacher for poisoning?
One character, for now. Would you prefer teacher or student?
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
What time period are we in? I know we mentioned daggers and swords earlier, but also the mafia. There isn't a sharpshooting class, so I'm assuming its before the time of guns, but it'd help to know.
With friends and courage one can stand against all foes, for neither man nor God can conquer those who are not alone
"109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit"
GLBTit doesn't matterone thing doesn't change who we are
Pixie, you are training to be an assassin. You don't have to send an application. And we are in no specific time period, just we're oblivious to the outside world. Magic and guns are outlawed.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
Ok, I think we have enough people to start, so go ahead an enter the school! If anyone else wants to jump in as we go along, that's fine. We do need more teachers, but until then, I'll play the unfilled roles.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
Shyla walked into the school with her knife connected to her belt, black boots, and a hoodie. Her bleach blonde hair would move swiftly along as she waked. She was hopeing to actually learn here without killing anybody. Her blue eyes always sparkled when she was happy. She sat in her swordfighting class, practicing before the bell rings.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I settled against the chair in my classroom. It was close to the beginnning of the year and I had found a teaching position but here was a catch I was only 17 at least appearance wise in actuality I was about 23. I pulled my hair away from my face in a ponytail. I bent over and started to pull out poisonous plants for the students to learn how to identify. I smiled as I started to name them to myself 'Deadly Nightshade, Oleander, Hemlock.' I straightened them strategically then I looked up as someone walked in. "Hello." I greeted softly.
"You are without a doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of."
Yes yes, of course, I was just away temporarily. I will update the accepted list.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.