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alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhigh2005-09-11 03:37 pm
Introduction
Roy Mustang shuffles through the school entrance, carrying a satchel of books and a sleepy expression. His bangs hang somewhat over his eyes because he's too lazy to style his hair back properly. He'd also like to think that it makes him a little dashing... but mostly it's just lazyness. Effort is saved for learning, not keeping up appearences.
Roy keeps looking down at a small piece of crumpled paper in his hand, then looking around. His clothes are clean but just slightly rumpled, and traces of white chalk still cling to his fingertips. He notices this as he glances down, and wipes his fingers on his trousers with a grimace. It just makes an even worse smear. He sighs.
"Well, this is the right address... Just got to find where to register for the local science club." He looks down at the note again, muttering. "And a chess club, and a chemistry club, and a meteorology/geology club if they have one of those too..."
He starts to tick items off on his fingers, muttering to himself. "And I need lab partners for geology, and physics..."
((OOC: for the purpose of this RP, Roy is pre-canon for FMA, from approximately the year 1900. So he doesn't know Edward Elric yet, or the Rockbell family, or anything. But if someone RPs Hughes, Gracia, or Hawkeye he might know them. I wrote a more detailed explanation of his pre-canonness (age, education, etc) at the info page here.
Also, I'd like to ask where in canon the other FMA players are from so that I can interact with you guys accordingly.))
Roy keeps looking down at a small piece of crumpled paper in his hand, then looking around. His clothes are clean but just slightly rumpled, and traces of white chalk still cling to his fingertips. He notices this as he glances down, and wipes his fingers on his trousers with a grimace. It just makes an even worse smear. He sighs.
"Well, this is the right address... Just got to find where to register for the local science club." He looks down at the note again, muttering. "And a chess club, and a chemistry club, and a meteorology/geology club if they have one of those too..."
He starts to tick items off on his fingers, muttering to himself. "And I need lab partners for geology, and physics..."
((OOC: for the purpose of this RP, Roy is pre-canon for FMA, from approximately the year 1900. So he doesn't know Edward Elric yet, or the Rockbell family, or anything. But if someone RPs Hughes, Gracia, or Hawkeye he might know them. I wrote a more detailed explanation of his pre-canonness (age, education, etc) at the info page here.
Also, I'd like to ask where in canon the other FMA players are from so that I can interact with you guys accordingly.))

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"Hazard of the job." And Pyro's smirking just a little. Oh, arrogance, thy name is teenage boy. "'least you haven't smoked your eyebrows off like this guy I saw the other day."
He pauses. "Do you wanna hang out sometime this weekend, maybe see what we can do together? Two fires smokier than one and all that?"
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"Actually, I uh...have detention (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/49564.html?thread=1957532#t1957532) this weekend. Some stupid short kid started screaming at me in geology, and Ms. Sidle got pissed. Maybe some time later this week, though. Or next week." [[ooc: I can only play during the evening/night Thursday-weekend, and according to the principal's new detention policy, of which Ed and Mustang are the first victims, means that while in detention over the weekend we can't comment anywhere but the detention thread.]]
A thought a occurs to Roy, and he gets a curious expression. "Hey, do you know anything about
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"Hey, that's cool." Pyro waves a hand absently, then looks a little amused at the way that came out. "Well, not so much cool that you got detention, but y'know what I mean. I'm around in my room lots, so's not like s'hard to find me."
"Rutledge?" And that earns a faintly surprised look, because there's a non-sequitur. "She's in journalism, I think, and I heard she was in that junior achieving thing that's been going around lately." The boy shrugs. "We're not in any clubs or classes together or anything -- why d'you ask?"
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"Maia Rutledge, yeah. I think she likes m-- wait, she's in the Junior Achiever's Club?))
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