▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ Ryker was bored out of his mind. He had to study for a certain amount of time in the study hall because his parents wanted him to get better grades. So, the system had a mandatory sign in/ out checkpoint to track how long a student had been in the place. Not so bad if he can get away playing games all the while...but then they didn't allow games or anything in the room! And the computers they had in the room were locked so he couldn't access anything not related to learning for the academy. Which left Ryker very bored...and trying to think of how he could get out of this predicament. Sure, he could stay and devote his time to improving his grades and everything to try and be an A+ student...but that was incredibly boring to do. He was fine studying as he needed rather than devoting his extra free time to studying. He wanted to live life now...not wait till he was in a nursing home! So Ryker spent much of his time pretending to study from the computer but kept most of his books inside his bag. 'I don't know school tech well enough to trick the scanners...I don't know how to disable the cameras since I am not a secret agent...I can't sweet talk the reception because it is a dude...Hmm...' He wondered idly, trying and failing to find a solution to escape boredom. There weren't even many people here to entertain himself with regardless. 'And if I were to try and prank someone in here...escape or deniability would be very hard.' He thought to himself with a sigh as his shoulders slumped a bit.
He would then begin to dig into his bag to try and find something to occupy his attention, or perhaps could help him out with an escape plan. Taking out a small note pad and pink-hearted pencil, he would begin to just draw random shapes on it as he tried to think of a way out of this "jail". 'No way I am spending another 5 hours in here.' He told himself silently as he made a spiral on the pad and started to randomly fill in patches. Creating nothing particularly discernible or amazing, but giving him something to relieve him of boredom. As he would shake the pencil between his fingers, an idea would come to mind. 'I can't leave the study hall...but that doesn't mean something of mine can't.' He thought with a smile as he looked to the pencil. Something he bought on valentines day just because he liked how it looked and...a cute pencil could sometimes help start conversations with girls too. While he couldn't exactly move on his own as the pencil...if someone else took him out of here, that would work just fine too. He could always slip away later when they weren't looking after all. And no one in here really knew him; they just checked to see if someone snuck something in or not. With plan in mind, he would look around to make sure the coast was clear before he would neatly write on his notepad to leave a message for the next person who came to his seat. Once satisfied and putting everything but the note and pencil away, he would touch the pencil and begin the transformation process as he shrank down.
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"I had an extra pencil, and felt someone else may need one here in case their's broke or for whatever reason (an extra pencil just in case is always nice too). So feel free to have this one as a gift and may it serve you well."
It was a pretty simple note, but he hoped it would get the job done at least. One other benefit, or so he hoped would be one, was that since this pencil was pink...it was more likely to end up with a girl. Not that he minded too much as he just needed someone to sneak him out of here, but being held by a girl was still preferable to a guy. He wasn't sure if that mattered for how they would care for a pencil...but he figured anyone in here was more likely to be here willingly than he was, so they should take better care of them than the people who chewed on them. He hoped at least. He would really rather not be chewed on in his time as a pencil. And so Ryker would wait on the desk, hoping someone would come soon. And that he didn't just get thrown away or something in here.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2020 1:54 pm
Rosa walked into the study room with her notepad as usual but this time she forgot her pen in her room but it was to late to go back to the room, she didnt have a lot of time in here after all. Rosa silently walked by some desks until she found one secluded from others, a perfect spot for a shy writer like her, she then sat on a surprisingly comfortable chair and saw a note on the table with a cute pen on it, Rosa read the note and started smiling "what a perfect timing" Rosa smiled and picked up the "pencil" and began tk write down in the notepad some ideas for stories, Rosa hit her head with the pencil lightly to start the gears in her brains for ideas as one sparked in her mind, she began to write down about stories her sister told her of some battles she fought No this one isnt good enough of a story she told herself as she began to use the eraser on the fresh words, Rosa went back and forth with ideas to write down for what seems to be half an hour until she finaly began to be proud of her creation.
OOC: she probably erased and rewrote about 10 times before seteling on something
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Thankfully it was only for a few words before he found himself pulled towards her, feeling some relief that she stopped. Though now it was sinking in how bad this could be. Depending how long she stayed there, he may get used a lot. The good thing was when he became on object, the object became more durable. So the pencil would last and stay sharper much longer than normal. The bad thing was those exact reasons...and that eventually he would still suffer the same fate of all pencils needing to be sharpened. Before Ryker could fully focus on such thoughts, he was brought to reality by feeling himself lightly hitting something.Focusing on reality, he only had enough time to gulp as he was lightly tapped against the girls head again. 'Does she really have to do this....' He thought to himself with slight worry as he now remembered some habits people had with their pencils when thinking, as seemed to be the case with this girl. As if the pencil hitting her head would somehow impart ideas. Whether it worked, was the intention, or not he had no clue. The only thing he did know was that shortly after he would descend back to the notepad as he mentally braced himself. This time, she was much more inspired in her writing. For far longer than he liked, she would write...and then erase. The first time she did caught him by surprise as he was suddenly flipped upside down...and felt his head being rubbed against the notepad. It was like getting a noogie from his sister...only this time it felt like she may actually get rid of his hair! Internally, Ryker was gritting his teeth from the pain of it as the girl wielding him had no clue what she was doing to him.
Mixed in with the grinding of lead or eraser, there were some brief periods where she was mercifully still and not using him. The only time he had some peace and relief from her unaware torture. Though even then he was not entirely safe...he could quickly be used to write or erase after or...she sometimes twirled him between her fingers. Making him feel like he was on a roller-coaster ride that was trying to shake his internal organs out of him. Suffice it to say....for the next half hour or so of her writing, rewriting, erasing, twirling and so on Ryker was regretting his decision to be a pencil. He wished he could go back to his past self and slap sense into him to bear through studying. To pass the brief times when he could think and not feel discomfort, he would look to the girl and her writings. The story she was using his to write seemed to be writing about something related to battles but he wasn't sure quite what. Mostly because he had been used to write and re-write so many words now it all blended together. And with how she wielded him...he usually did not have the best view. The one bright side to all this was that the girl was attractive at the very least, from eye color to her assets. Attractive enough to be worth enduring all this? Probably not...though he was not sure anyone was. At some point she seemed to stop and, given her expression, she seemed to have pride in her writing. Ryker only hoped it meant she wouldn't need him and his ultimate goal of having her smuggle him out of here would work at the very least. He was close to trying to come up with a lie to escape her at this stage. She would also notice, at this point, the pencil seemed to have lasted much longer and better than most others. It was still relatively sharp despite all the writing, and the eraser was almost as good as new despite all the erasings.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2020 8:49 am
Rosa rested the Pencil on the table to stretch her hands, it's not good for the muscles to stay in that position for too long, but then she realized that even though she wrote so much the pencil stayed as sharp as when she picked it up, Rosa smiled even bigger with a small chuckle "it's my lucky day! This pencil is amazing!" she said as she picked up the pencil again and continued to write, though this time she just wrote about her thoughts, everything that came out in her head she wrote down as if the notepad was her brain, there was no need to erase anything this time. After an hour that went by for Rosa like only fifteen minutes she decided to go get something to drink, she did not have a bottle on her and it seems there are no vending machines for drinks here, Rosa took the pen and notepad with her and went for the exit to the nearest place she could buy a cold bottle so she could continue her quite time in the study hall with her newly found "pencil"
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But...he was having a very, very, unlucky day in contrast to the girls lucky day. For the next hour, Ryker was used to write her random thoughts with no breaks whatsoever. While, mercifully, it meant she never used the eraser...his legs felt like he had been running miles for days from the sheer length of use of her writing. He gave up trying to understand most of what was written from the constant feeling of her writing, seeing her being in her own zone for writing, and had kept hoping she would finish soon but to no avail. She, to him, almost seemed zoned out. Which was bad because when he zoned out, he noticed nothing else. Not even the passing of time...whereas Ryker was kept all too aware as he had to bare through every moment of it. His pencil point had dulled a bit, but not by too much despite how much she had written. His aura also held for now but...he was mentally drained to the extreme. Had he a moment of peace, he may have given up the charade and tried to contact her... but he was never given such a chance. But, after the hour, she would finally stop writing. Giving Ryker a chance to catch his breath and thoughts in that brief interlude she left him on the table as she seemed to be looking around. He didn't have much time thought before he was snatched up and....stored somewhere. It took him a moment to realize it was her breast pocket, his "head" sticking up outside of the pocket and able to see still as the rest of him was inside. He saw her gather the notepad and begin to leave the study hall, making him give a half-hearted cheer at leaving here...
As she walked though, and he had the time to rest, he could feel what was behind him...and despite his mental exhaustion, he blushed softly at the feeling. 'While feeling that against my back wasn't worth all I went through...It is a nice consolation at the least.' He silently thought to himself. With her passing the security gate of the hall, he would breathe a bit easier. Now that he was out, he just needed to find a way to escape further. He could stick with her a bit longer, maybe get her part of his master plan of the school done if she went to her dorm, but after his experience...he also had thoughts to bail early to not be used at all by her. The time with her, so far, had been hell for him. So he would play it by ear. If she seemed to be going elsewhere and not back to the study hall, he would wait it out a bit for a good opportunity...as un-transforming, even at small size, in her pocket was a bad idea. But if she were headed back to that room...he would try to move, and speak to her, if she touched him (or maybe he would get lucky and fall out to get her attention that way...but he had no control over that). He really did not want to go back there after all he had been through. If she did indeed head back and touch the pencil, she would hear a panicked voice. "Please don't use me!" Would be all she would hear for now, as an idea was in his mind of a story he could use to his advantage...assuming she didn't break him.
Out Of Condoms: Let me know if I made any mistakes and I shall fix em. (Rolled for how well the pencil held. Surprisingly it held well still x.x) ∮ Inventory:
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2020 3:23 am
Cold water, exactly what a girl need after sitting down in a study hall and writing for so long, Rosa was in a very good mood and was excited to get back into her place. As she entered the study hall she felt some very small movements in her pocket but didn’t pay much attention to it, it's natural for stuff to mix up a bit in pockets when moving. Rosa finally got back to the same chair she was in before and luckily still no other person was around, a perfect setting for Rosa, she smiled and reached for her notepad and pencil but then suddenly she heard a voice coming from the pencil, Rosa screamed and threw it away as her face started to become red "huh? W-what's going on? Why did it talk!?" Rosa fell on the ground from her shock a pencil that can talk? That’s impossible! ; she started crying not knowing what was going on and her left hand started to twitch a bit, the air around her hand slowly began to look like its being sucked into her hand
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Peninnah was minding her own business, having come with her travel duffel bag and another bag (this one of weapons) at her back. Despite her petite and slender form, she was actually quite athletic and strong. As she walked around this...strange and enclosed area, she could not help but get a sense of...unease. In truth, she was only here after much asking around due to looking for the younger, albeit taller, sister that she had go ahead of her while she stayed behind to assist at the farm. Crimson eyes took in the strange place of books and desks as the scent of old books and technology mixed together.So, this is a place for Gentles to gather...It's too quiet.Peni could not help but assess to herself, refusing to say a word.
It was not long after entering the sparse domain that the fair young woman would hear a very familiar scream. Concern would paint her features as she would quite literally dash to where she had thought it come from. Sure enough, it was the sound of her Gentle sister in distress; in her haste, she had not noticed the pencil that she had stomped on before reaching Rosa. She was also on the ground."Ro, what happened?"The petite young woman inquired, no particular or audible accent when she talks. Contrary to her aggressive and and tough speaking tone, her voice is a sweet soprano. Frowning in concern, she looked around alert, but saw no person or thing in sight that might be a threat.They might be hiding...Peni reminded herself. As a fighter, and warrior, she was always alert. Turning to her sister for now though, she would kneel and wipe the tears from her sister's cheeks."Ro, breathe...Crying solves nothing."Peninnah said, her tone calm and soft, despite her gruffness...
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Before he could even recover fully, he noticed a shadow appear over him. Only having a moment to react, he merely looked up...and saw the sole of a flat rapidly descending on him! If he could, he would've put his hands above him to try in vain to hold back the foot. Unfortunately, or fortunately, he did not have the chance to as a pencil. As the flat came crashing down...Ryker was blinded momentarily by the immense pain he felt. The dashing, force, and weight of the girl being incredibly painful. And unseen to any but felt by Ryker...as the foot was on him, his aura would break. Mercifully, the stomp was short as the flat would quickly keep moving. The pencil seemed fine, but the boy inside of it was not so great. It had felt like a mountain had come crashing down onto him and tried to crush him flat. 'Uhhh...' He groaned from the pain, slowly "opening" his eyes weakly as he recovered. He...did not want to ever experience that again, that was for sure. Looking around, he would see the flat responsible for his pain belonging to an admittedly attractive girl...but he didn't really dwell on the looks due to the stomp he experienced. She seemed to be comforting the girl who had tormented him for the last hour or so. 'Not good if the girl mentions me...but i'm out in the open...If I transform, even to be small, it wouldn't end well if they find me.' He thought to himself, before his brain also fully processed something. His aura was out. He was as durable as a regular pencil now. 'Damn it...No safety. What do I do...?' He wondered to himself silently, not sure what was the best course of action to take now.
Out Of Condoms: Let me know if I made any mistakes and I shall fix em. (Rolled for how well the pencil held. Surprisingly it held...but something else didn't hold) ∮ Inventory:
Rosa stared at the pencil while she cried, who knows what this pencil can do other than just talk, but then she heard a very familiar voice that made her look over to the voice's direction "P-peni! You finally made it here" the particles that felt like they were being sucked into her hand as stopped as she hugged her sister and started to calm herself down "that pencil over there… it talked! Am I going crazy sis? I don’t know what's going on…" she said very nervously, she hoped her sister wouldn’t think she is out of her mind like Rosa is thinking, but then again that pencil was way too good to be a normal pencil.
OOC: her calamity charge has stopped, Ryker is safe… well atleast from rosa
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2020 8:46 am
Peninnah tried to soothe her younger sister, chuckling softly at the mention that she had finally made it.Silly girl,Peni thought with a mental tsking."Of course I made it..."The petite young woman retorted with a slight smirk before frowning, serious and alert once again. Crimson eyes looked around as the other young female explained their concerns. At the explanation of the pencil talking, she gave Rosa a look, that asked, 'Are you sure?'
She would then sigh and stroke the girls hair.Well, nothing more can be done. At least for now.Peni sighed and shook her head."You might just be studying too hard, maybe. But, pencils can't talk...I'll prove it."Peninnah said as she would walk over to where she had seen the "dreaded talking pencil". The petite young woman then picked up the pencil with her right hand delicate yet firmly. Walking over to the table that had been occupied, with a guess, by her sister previously, she would take a seat now. Turning to Ro with a calm gaze, she would proceed casually, as she'd done many times in the past, to lay her sharp canines and other teeth down with gentle but "painful" pressure on their victim's eraser.
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Ryker really wondered why people needed answers or to prove things. If something seemed scary or wrong, why not leave it alone and pretend it never happened? It was what he did when he got scared when he was younger. And sometimes even nowadays. He gulped as the girl, from his perspective, seemed to grow again in size as she closed the gap. Now no longer beneath her footwear, hopefully, he could see she was an attractive girl...But her reserved expression...was at least a little reassuring. He did not like his odds or what was to come next though, despite not knowing what exactly she would do to prove he could not talk. Being picked up delicately yet firmly, not something he would expect, he would feel her rise and begin to walk. 'Even if I had arms and legs, I doubt I could get out of her grip.' He thought to himself silently, her strength evident even in just holding him where he was powerless to stop her. He was really really worried at what she would do to prove he could not speak...but thoughts of breaking him in half sprung to mind. She would take a seat back where his torture all began, turn to face his former tormentor...and Ryker would find himself rising up. 'Huh?' He wondered silently in surprise...before feeling a warm breath behind him. Turning to look, he would see her open mouth...which was terrifying, especially on seeing her sharp teeth. Looking up as much as he could, he could see she was not even looking at him but rather the other girl...And then he felt his ascent continue...till he was lightly covered in the shadow of her mouth interior. A chill went through him here, wondering what she could be planning to do. Imagining bite marks all along the pencil to be chewed up...before he almost jumped, if he could have, from feeling her sharp teeth on his head. Frozen in terror, he could do nothing as he felt the pressure increase...as it felt like she was squeezing his head between two sharp bars of metal! The pain, for now, was not the worst...It was a constant feeling, so he could adapt to it quickly but...he sure as hell would not voluntarily go through this. He wanted to yell to stop, to give up the guise...but he was sure that if he did, she may instinctively bite...and if she bit now, he may pass out from the pain. He hoped her demonstration would be quick, as he just wanted to be away from the two girls at this point. Staying with them seemed to promise only pain and... 'Ewww...' He thought to himself, feeling a little bit of warm liquid on him...Which with context...meant her saliva. 'Why do things always have to get worse...' He thought to himself in despair.
Out Of Condoms: Let me know if I made any mistakes and I shall fix em. (Rolled for how well the pencil held. Surprisingly it held...but something else didn't hold) ∮ Inventory:
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Aeval_Silvertongue
Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 6:31 am
Rosa stayed on the ground but instead of crying like before she now looks up curiously to what her sister is planning to do with the pencil, she then had a big smile on her face, finaly she was able to see her sister again after some time of being alone "so Peni what did you do until you got here? Please tell me of all the amazing things you did" Rosa said very excitedly as she noticed Peni starting to press down on the pencil with her teeth and started to be a bit concerned, if the pencil could talk then maybe it can feel as well "P-peni maybe you shouldn't do it to the pencil... It doesn't feel right, e-even if it was just a normal pencil" Rosa always uses up pencils and writing tools, seeing one being chewed up wasn't something she praticularly enjoys to see, even if it was her sister doing it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2020 11:50 am
Continuing to apply pressure on the pencil, Peninnah patiently waited for Something to happen.Huh, maybe the stress Has gotten to my little sister,Peni thought, deciding to remove the pencil from her maw. As she did, dainty-looking yet strong fingers would begin to bend the poor Ryker at the center to near-breaking point."How do you expect me to get it to 'talk' otherwise,"The petite young woman asked her sister, looking skeptical when told she shouldn't do such a thing. Her crimson eyes studied Rosa thoughtfully for a moment. Gentle as her sister was, Peni was not so...Not normally at least.Guess I could always test it for later.Peni reasoned with herself before she would twirl the pencil between her fingers like a little baton."Very well...I'll just keep it with me, so it won't stress you anymore,"Peni retorted and placed the writing utensil in her vast backpack.
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