but who is more incompetent

jin or mook

phoenixaph a dit :

haha liked that you put nika in anyways
Becca.............................
no coment whatsoever.
finally rping
finally.
Name: Lina
Age: 17
Gender: Gal *counts number of guys and gals*
Sexuality: not limited to anything whatsoever
Appearance:

Spoiler

do you think we love you more than the
japanese love tentacle porn
and we should dance dance dance dance...
to the stereotypessssssssssss

Group: whatever group A is
Job: one who can be found singing/dancing during a fight :D
Personality: Never Observant, Likes to polish big shields, Has long nails
Background: noe

Extra: scarred by scones for life, she once ate one, only to find out it was BURNT,
never eating a scone again

did u even look at the form

what group are u

put ur pic in a spoiler

mook's personality is so weird i honestly give up

I'm just gonna have jin call him mark a lot

!!!!!
u come into my house

((jin is gonna meet mook fight me)

Jin wiped his hands on his pants.

That patient would probably die maybe. Jin did his best, and partially succeeded. By doing his best, he meant waking up, screaming, most likely crying, Jin didn't know, then directing the patient towards a more qualified doctor.

He was an amazing medic.

Honestly, if he left for a few minutes, or hours, it wouldn't matter that much. Or whatever. He strolled down the street, picking at his cuticles. God, they were doing poorly.

He turned the corner, smacked into a lamp pole, cursed out loud for a solid two minutes, tried to play it off, failed, and continued down the street. Slipping into a nearby bar, he slid into a seat.

"Ah, one latte?"

Name: Ryu (Just Ryu.)
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Appearance:

Group: B
Job: Homeless (Thief/Beggar)
Personality: A seemingly innocent kid at first glance. He can deceptive and sly, as well as ignorant and dense. Although he has a few street smarts, he, at most times, is rather simple minded. He is nimble and fast, and is able to hide easily.
Background: Nah
Extra: He drew a spade on his face (recently?) and never washed it off.

He can deceptive and sly

An overdue sigh escaped from a certain young barista's lips, every last morsel of strength seemingly draining from his being with that single breath. He thought he handled that rather... decently. The customer ended up nursing their shattered emotions in one palm while Mook received a harsh (and unnecessary, he might add) lecture from the manager. Which, quite surprisingly, was not one such as himself. Maybe he wasn't as good at this as he thought. Maybe he'd been simply daydreaming of becoming a perfect barista, the thought overwhelming his brain so intensely that it almost seemed as if it were reality. Maybe that was all true. Those were all maybes, but now he knew one thing for sure. He had a customer to serve. And he'd do it right.

Boy, was this guy ugly. And, as an artist who respects creative integrity and intellectual property, he was disgusted at how much this impersonator had waltzed in here thinking that everything would be fine. From the hair to the voice, did he not have any value of respect for originality? What a laughingstock. A look of disgust had drenched Mook's face, and he didn't bother to hide his bored tone when he replied. "Aye."

i will start whenever nika starts

Uh
How to start
How to start

Afk for bed

Maybe I'll stay up late and look I don't know.

Notice me or not, I don't care.

Whooo ugh school

Name: Mahogany
Age: 14
Gender: Agender
Sexuality: Lesbian
Appearance: shit
Group: A
Job: author??
Extra: ava is their half sister

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Name: Ava
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Polysexual
Appearance: idk
Group: A
Job: beggar freeloads off mahogany

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An overdue sigh escaped from a certain young barista's lips, every last morsel of strength seemingly draining from his being with that single breath. He thought he handled that rather... decently. The customer ended up nursing their shattered emotions in one palm while Mook received a harsh (and unnecessary, he might add) lecture from the manager. Which, quite surprisingly, was not one such as himself. Maybe he wasn't as good at this as he thought. Maybe he'd been simply daydreaming of becoming a perfect barista, the thought overwhelming his brain so intensely that it almost seemed as if it were reality. Maybe that was all true. Those were all maybes, but now he knew one thing for sure. He had a customer to serve. And he'd do it right.

Boy, was this guy ugly. And, as an artist who respects creative integrity and intellectual property, he was disgusted at how much this impersonator had waltzed in here thinking that everything would be fine. From the hair to the voice, did he not have any value of respect for originality? What a laughingstock. A look of disgust had drenched Mook's face, and he didn't bother to hide his bored tone when he replied. "Aye."

honestly im just gonna start doing one sentence replies fuck the police

"Wow, rude." Jin rested a hand on his heart, "Not only am I offended, I am both shocked and appalled."

He sighed dramatically, and kicked his feet up onto the bar counter. "I'm just too tragically attractive, it seems."

can i just

Name: Piper Sparks
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: gay as fuck
Appearance: no
Group: B probably maybe
Job: mechanic
Extra: no

Name: Dai Kyoya
Age: 20 maybe
Gender: Ftm
Sexuality: Asexual
Appearance: tall
Group: B maybe
Job: famous-ass writer guy


I may remove these guys

what to do
im just gonna barge into wherever people are

Mahogany pushed open the doors of the cafe and entered.Ava was somewhere behind them.After a while,she finally came in, all out of breath "God! Where were you!?"
"Where were you?"
"Looking for you,duh!" Ava huffed "Anyway,aren't we going to order?"
"I'm not paying"
"Really? Then, who is? I mean,I don't have money"

Ryu sat outside in the cold, dark night, staring up at the pale silhouette of the moon. He kicked his feet above the ground, listening to the sounds of warm, hearty celebration.

What noisy people.

He slipped his hands into his pockets and pulled out nothing but a few balls of lint. Looking down at his empty hands, Ryu heaved a heavy sigh.

Perhaps he could pickpocket a single, unsuspecting man exiting the bar.

The hungry little boy slid into a shadow that was adjacent to the entrance of the building. He wrapped his darkly colored scarf around his bright blonde hair, then pulled his loose collar over his nose and mouth. He looked quite ridiculous, but he believed that covering his head would keep him well hidden.

Hopefully a thief would be something that anyone leaving this place least expected.

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An overdue sigh escaped from a certain young barista's lips, every last morsel of strength seemingly draining from his being with that single breath. He thought he handled that rather... decently. The customer ended up nursing their shattered emotions in one palm while Mook received a harsh (and unnecessary, he might add) lecture from the manager. Which, quite surprisingly, was not one such as himself. Maybe he wasn't as good at this as he thought. Maybe he'd been simply daydreaming of becoming a perfect barista, the thought overwhelming his brain so intensely that it almost seemed as if it were reality. Maybe that was all true. Those were all maybes, but now he knew one thing for sure. He had a customer to serve. And he'd do it right.

Boy, was this guy ugly. And, as an artist who respects creative integrity and intellectual property, he was disgusted at how much this impersonator had waltzed in here thinking that everything would be fine. From the hair to the voice, did he not have any value of respect for originality? What a laughingstock. A look of disgust had drenched Mook's face, and he didn't bother to hide his bored tone when he replied. "Aye."

honestly im just gonna start doing one sentence replies fuck the police

"Wow, rude." Jin rested a hand on his heart, "Not only am I offended, I am both shocked and appalled."

He sighed dramatically, and kicked his feet up onto the bar counter. "I'm just too tragically attractive, it seems."

He twitched a bit, now unsure what to think of the guy. He couldn't really blame him‒he'd been victim of having such conceited thoughts, too. Mook couldn't decide whether to be impressed or appalled. Then again, the emotions were quite possibly skewered into a mix of both.

"It's tragic, 'ight." With that, he waved his hand dismissively and strut away to prepare the simple drink.

um can i put scylla in this mook cant take all these orders by himself

why the hell did I make her sleep

now i have to add a new character