Normal RP

I am loving doing RPs so much, I'm making my own!

This just like real life, no monsters, no powers, no special people. Just a plain ol' RP.

You can be any gender you want, just keep it clean please.

If there is any questions, please ask!

Andrew

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Permalink Reply by Andrew Eaton (Fire Wolf) on June 1, 2012 at 5:32pm

Joriaem stood still, nothing could stop him from what he was doing. He placed his foot back on a sloped metal device behind him. His breathing was picking up and a single drop of sweat rolled off his forehead it fell and hit the ground. It spashed into the rigdes and bumps of the track and stayed there. BANG! Joriaem's muscles moved faster than ever. He shot forward and drove his feet faster and faster. Two men also who also ran beside him also ran, pushing their bodies to the max. Joriaem loved to run...he felt free. The roar of the crowd made the stadium feel electric. Joriaem used that energy to drive himself faster. The banner of the end rushed towards him, he reacted by pushed his chest out. He felt the ribbon touch his chest and snap. All his tension was released, his chest heaved as he slowed down and settled into a slow walk. His coach ran up and slapped him on the back, "I knew you could do it, i just knew it!" Joriaem grinned wide, what a night!

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Permalink Reply by Andrew Eaton (Fire Wolf) on June 1, 2012 at 9:00pm

Jorieam walked around to each runner and shook hands, a habit his father had taught him. Too bad he couldn't be here to see this. Jorieam's father Arthur, was also a runner; and he had taught him everything he knew, from technique to training to honor. Sadly, when he was only 14 he died of heart failure. Jorieam's life became hard, because his mother was always working, he never got much time with her. And now she stood proudly in the stands, grateful for every moment that she had labored, so that Jorieam could run track. Even now he was going from man to man living out his fathers teachings. Jorieam approached the last runner who was standing with his sister. He extended his hand, "Good race!"

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Permalink Reply by Andrew Eaton (Fire Wolf) on June 18, 2012 at 10:04am

"Nice to meet you Nathan, you too Kira." He extended his hand also to her, "As for running, its God's grace. The rest is plenty of hard work!"

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Permalink Reply by Lucindra T. (Water Bear) on July 31, 2012 at 11:01pm

Justice sat in the back of the bus. She didn't like sitting with everyone else and talking about makeup. It was just not like her.
Suddenly the bus came to a halt. Justice looked out the window to see someone she had never seen before. He was probably new because the but had never stopped here before.
Justice's school was small. It was a small private school house in the middle of nowhere. There where only 34 kids who came there. And news goes around like a wildfire there.