I’m in a teen wholock RP, and I’m just posting my first reply here to save it just in case:
Character: John Watson
Age: 17
Length: 931 words
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John sighed, setting his bags down on his bed. He looked around the room, which was a decent size and sat down on the edge of his bed. The other side—no, pretty much the whole room already looked like a war zone. Obviously, his roommate had already settled in and made himself comfortable. The room, though there were bags open with items strewn about all over the floor, could be quite nice, John thought. It could be very nice indeed. He sat quietly, listening to the other students out in the hallway, bustling about saying bye to their parents and meeting their roommates.
John’s roommate was inexplicably absent, and he wondered what kind of person he was. He obviously wasn’t the neatest person around, but that was okay. John could handle that, he wasn’t always very tidy either. He looked forward to meeting the other boy, hoping they’d get along. If not, that would be a rather sticky situation, wouldn’t it? Hopefully they’d be good friends. That’s definitely something John needed right now; a friend. Of course, everyone at this school needed a friend. Everyone was new here, and most likely no one knew each other.
Though he was thrilled to have the opportunity to study at this school, he couldn’t help but feel like he was tossed to the side. Which he knew was not the case at all. His parents had just gone through a nasty divorce, and his father was an active member of the military, so there would be a lot of moving around. His father had never really been around anyways, so John didn’t mind so much that his father didn’t offer to take him in. The boy was more bothered by the fact that his mother only took Harriet in and sent him off to this boarding school. He couldn’t recall doing anything to wrong her, but she said that she wanted the very best for him. She wanted him to be a doctor. So it wasn’t that she didn’t want him around, right?
John shook his head, clearing his mind of his mother and why he was here. He was excited, incredibly so, to have the chance to study at the school. He stood up and walked over the the window, which had a lovely view of the front driveway. He pressed his forehead up against the cool glass and admired the flowerbeds for a brief moment before spotting a big blue police box that looked as though it crash landed. Did people even use police boxes anymore? All of the one’s he’d ever seen were old and worn, graffiti and rot covering them.
There were a few people standing by the box. A tall, lanky boy with dark curly hair, looked striking to say the least… Three boys. The tall and thin boy, then another boy that looked to be a tad bit overdressed, and then the final looked like a mess… Completely disheveled, and very tired, judging by the way he was standing.
Interesting.
John shrugged and decided to leave it alone for now, not wanting to run into trouble so soon. He should go and explore the school a bit, get a feel for it.That sounded good, too. Maybe he’d run into his roommate along the way? Not that he would know until he got back to his room, though…
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Navigating the map he was given when he arrived proved to be more difficult than he had originally thought. He’d made his way through his dorm, successfully not running into anyone. As much as he wanted to make friends, it wasn’t something he was particularly good at. That was definitely something he had to work on, he thought.
John looked around, then back down at the map, feeling like a complete idiot. “Where the hell am I now?” He asked himself quietly, looking around again. He was in the school, on the first floor, in some hallway. That’s all he knew. There were plenty of other students hurrying about, collecting books and checking out the classrooms, excited to be there. He flipped to his schedule, which he had also brought along to try and match room numbers with his location on the map. He didn’t seem to be in the right block, judging by the numbers… This must have been the deduction block. That would make sense, he assumed.
He licked his lips nervously and continued on down the hallway, choosing not to stop and ask for help. He needed to figure out the school himself, it would stick better that way.
Suddenly, it seemed there was a wave of students rushing down the hallway. He was jostled and tossed around a bit in the confusion, but kept his ground the best he could. The crowd cleared up quickly enough, and then the hallways were back to being about as congested as they had been before the group of students rushed on by. He sighed and pushed on through the hall, exploring some more until he came up to a girl, probably a bit younger than himself, sprawled about on the floor. Her books spread amongst her, and her bags in a heap. She looked as though she were about to cry, huddling over a kitten carrier of sorts. A pet? Odd.
John knelt down in front of her and began to pick up her books and stack them. “Are you okay?” He asked, giving her a friendly smile.
