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Alright for those of you waiting in anticipation for the Start up of DC again, this is but a RP where we can keep our skills sharp and laugh.

In this particular RP I play Toole, if you don't know who he is, he is the son of Lord Toleranth. Well he saved up all his vacation time, and takes it all at once. Hence the 1000 part, but what sucks for this Young interstellar is that the human form he modeled for interaction on Earth gets him stuck in high school. I figured since most of you are still in school this would be an easy enough to RP, but wait i need to make it interesting. You get to select one thing about your character that makes them superhuman, but no one else in the school knows about, not even the friends you make up or even other players here you make as friends. The trick is to keep the staff and the goverment from finding out about our little secrets, as well as the other normal students. If by chance you wish to tell someone about you secret, do so at your own risk, because you run the gambit about the whole school finding out. I'll make up some bullies and such later if need arises.

To make this start allot easier I make a wonderful and most hated part of starting any new school introduction in front of the class. However let me post Toole's general appearance and atributes.

Name: Toole Bebus

Race: Interstellar dragon

Occupation: Currently student at (someone pick a name high school), but athome he is senior intelligence officer to Lord Toleranth

Abilites: pretty much the same as Tolly's in the character profiles page

Appearance: Appeas to be a normal human kid, white skin color, stands about 5' 11", has short brown hair, wears glasses to read, and dresses formally most of the time, but will change as he catches onto trends. If or when he figures out what a trend is on earth *chuckles*

Personality: starts out rather withdrawn, keeps to himself, but hopefully he breaks out of it with interaction.

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(oh and I just thought of a high school name, but someone come up with a town name and state in the US)

"Class it is our honor to be hosting a foregin exchange student this year, his name is Toole Bebus, pronouced Too-Lee Ba Bus, and he comes to us from Katershwin, Sibera. Toole could you give a little bit about where your from?"

Toole sighed; "My village is particularly small, and the nearest town of any size just happens to be a train station on the trans siberan Railroad. Its four days by foot, or if were lucky enough to have good roads 10 hours by supply truck. Its very cold most of the year, but the summer is long enough for just one harvest."

"Thank you Toole, your lab partner today is going to be Rita, she is all the way in the back, well, she is the only one with an empty seat beside her, and everyone please open your books to page 212.

Toole sighed looking down, he had only been in this class 10 minutes, and already he felt like the cause for major problem. Rita was looking him over and judging by her attention her book she wasn't too impressed with what took weeks to formulate in an amulet.

Thankfully the student across from her read the jist of the book, because it was a blur to him at this distance. He surely didn't want to get out his glasses just yet and look like a fool. They were resized solid gold rimmed glasses, and unfortunately they didn't go well with the construction of his amulet's body. That and I doubt it would really fit the poor boy story he just rattled off to the entire class. How could he of all people start to get tangled in a web of lies.

(nice pick up Lady Akuma, and you said you never RP'd online before? this is good work)

"Thank you Akuma, Rita please review the procedures for the experiment starting with Safety please, and Akuma please try to look as if your paying attention for once."

Rita began to read; "For this experiment you will need safety goggles, rubber lab gloves....

Toole picked up his book and held it back a bit and the words became a bit clearer, but the spitwad to the face caused a wonderful reaction. He jumped and his book fell on the desk first and then onto the floor. Rita paused to laugh a bit under her breath, and a few snickers went around the room.

Toole picked his book back up and class went back to order as Rita started from where she left off. Toole was scanning the classroom now, the closest students still rather blurry but the second row from the front was clear as a bell.

Toole felt cursed now, the stupid paper was crumpled in his back pocket and not to mention he could barely see the mass in front of him who asked. Rita was either interested in what he was about to say, or just plain interupted by the rudeness the stranger caused. Either way further humiliation was about to take place and it was about to get on his nerves.

He reached into his bag and withdrew the overly large lensed half circle glasses and stuck them in place. He then stuck his arm into his back pocket and dug out the piece of form he saved from this morning. "Ellis's, 2356 Bethesda Ave. Apartment 16, but why do you ask such a question, why is it that people are interested in where I stay when you hardly even know who I am?" Toole had the glasses off and put away before he finished the question. the piece of paper he cramed back into his pocket while awaiting the answer.

Rita answered first as she started adding a few drops of the first chemical and recording the reaction. "First off we don't always need the full adress, and just giving that sort of information out is dangerous. Secondly, If you want people to know who you are, they ask questions like this, and don't people do the same where you're from?" Toole rubbed the back of his head rather embarrassed; "Small place, everyone knows everyone, everyone knew who I was before I was born, they just had pick the right name based on my gender." Toole dragged the lab sheet over and began to record data, as Rita did the second part hoping the stranger would go away, and one thing he noted in the back of his mind was that Dragon females shared the same curosiy as earth females.

Ten minutes seemed like an eternity for being the new person. Perhaps he should talk a bit more to Ailes, but perhaps another time. It was the lunch hour, and for Toole it was an escape from being confined in a room with a giant target painted on his head. He was going to really enjoy giving his mother the explanation of cuteness versus practicality of disguises. That and the giant mental note not to change age either.

He managed to get things put away with Rita's help in the right places. "Those are some pretty fancy glasses, but I can see why you don't wear them. Should ask if you could get some better ones that you would feel more comfortable wearing all the time rather then look like and idot fumbling around for things."

Toole shook his head; "They are a family heirloom and it would be disgraceful to throw them away for new ones." Rita rolled her eyes; "You don't half to throw them away, you buy new frames and lenses to match your prescription, you really are from the outer limits of civilization, but welcome to a year of hell."

Toole didn't understand what she meant by a year of hell, and tried to figure it out as he stood in line at the cafeteria. Nothing looked edible to him, and he had to settle for closest thing to meat their was. 2 hot dogs, and hopefully what would be ale. He never heard of making ale from ginger, but if it was good he would probably try to make some when he returned.

The lady at the register rang it up; "That will be $3.00 please, or use your student meal card. Toole set the tray down and fished out of his pocket a hundred dolar bill and handed it to her; "This is all that I brought today, will it work?" The lady had a what the hell moment, and regaurded Toole as if he were insane. "It will work, but I will need to credit a portion of it since I don't have enough to give exact change." Toole noticed the looks he was getting from students behidn him; "just keep it, i need to get going, bye..." Toole shot forward taking his lunch leaving the cashier looking dumbfounded holding a hundred dollar bill.

This of course didn't go unoticed and the people who took interest were the bad sort you didn't want to know.

Toole settled at a table with no one around

Toole looked up and used his hand to indicate the many free spots around him. "I doubt anyone would object, and certainly not me considering the structure of goverment here says you have freedom to do as you please."

Toole turned back to figuring out the can of ginger ale, he tried squeezing it but the cans construction didn't allow for a opening to form that way, and the plastic dinnerware broke when he tried to stab the top open. Toole was growing ever frustrated with the can, and he stood up looked around the room for a opener that he may have skipped. He just set back down and started eating. He would take a bite, set his food back down, put his hands in his lap and chew at least 30 times before swallowing only to repeat the process.

Few days, mostly spent in goverment offices, something about a background check, and some other stuff. I mean back home its simple, you go across the border nobody says anything, and if they do you show them your papers and they let you go on your way."

Toole inspected the open can; "A whole lot of work for someone who doesn't understand american packages..."

"Well well, is this seat taken...?" A group of athletes pulled up chairs around the table, one dragging Ailes back in hers; "Get lost your in my chair."

Lilly, sat disappointed ontop of the lunch table with her tray resting on her lap
lilly: "seth what did i say about fighting with akuma.. she's the guardian of the smaller ones, its been that ways since 4th grade."

seth looking upset quietly sits around the table with the other athelets
the lunch room returns to its usual noise level and people return to their seats.

lilly goes back to flaunting her massive chest while the boys drool on their lunch trays. she liked it that way, because she could get them to do whatever she says.
Lilly was the queen bee of the school, all the boys wanted her.
her silvery blue hair was always pulled innocently into pigtails, low cut tops with bouncy flesh glowing, she was always color coordinated and always in command.

Toole felt his hunger disappate as fast as the fight. He was now the subject of small conversations around the lunch room, and although he heard nothing specific it was enough to drive him out of the room. Besides, he was wondering why Akuma would just attack like that, but that would half to wait perhaps he could hide in this buildigs archive.

He picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, and deposited his tray before making his way to the libaray. It defintely fit his desire as it was quiet and uncrowded, picking a table that wasn't directly visible from the door he settled down to read his text book for algebra 2.