Savage Dragon

Joe walks back into the room after Mr. Blackburn. He heads to his desk quietly and sits down opening his book, getting the page number from Walter. The book sits open on hs desk, but Joe's attention is not on it. Reaching into his back-pack, he pulls out some paper and scribbles a note. Folding the paper in half, he hands the note to Arielle, who reads the note. "Where were you?" Walter asks "I saw the whole thing" Joe whispers back. Arielle hands the note to Walter so he can read it. "Something is going on!" he says

Yes, very happy birthday!!! Raises his glass in salute** I'm very happy to drink (GULP GULP) to you honor Jakob. and to your honor (GULP GULP) Halo and to your honor (GULP GULP) to well, no one in particular. Happy (GULP GULP) Birthday!! (GULP GULP) uhhh (THUD)

Joe ran up to the two kids, one was kneeling next to the other who looked unconcious. "What happened?" Joe asked. "I don't know" the other kid said, "He was like this when i found him. I was gonna go for help but i didn't think i should leave him" "Alright, alright" joe ran his fingers through his hair. not good, this was not good "Whjat do we do, man? what do we do?" the kid asked. He was panicing, anyon who has ever seen any movie knows that you shouldn't panic. Bu Hell, it sure seemed like it was what we should do "Alright, alright" joe said again, what else did he have to say. "Um, i'll go get someone from the clinic." Joe turned to leave "Wait" the kid yelled. Joe spun around. What now? "I don't know if... i mean i think i should..." Joe looked at the kid. he was scared out of his mind. he didn't want to stay. "Alright, alright, ALRIGHT" joe said, he was definitely panicing. "I'll stay here. YOU go get someone" "Alright" the kid ran off "And you hurry the hell up" Joe yelled after him, kneeling down next to the kid. What was wrong with him?

Everyone has left Everyone is gone Everyone went on their way Good times we had But now they are gone And I’m the only one that wanted to stay Remembering the past While wasting the future Recalling things that have been I knew it wouldn’t last What was I thinking? Look at the mess I’m in People grow older I was left behind Holding on to a slender thread They all went away Taking all my hopes with them And all that’s left is in my head ****************************** this started off as a song but it would have to be longer. It's got a tune but i wouldnt call it catchy. eh, like it or hate it, here it is

Joe begins to zone as Arielle and Walter compare answers. His gaze moves over to where Bina is sitting. Who was she anyway? By her look he'd guess foreign, which means she was probably just visiting the school. I wonder how long..." "Joe?" Arielle said, bringing him back, "Don't you want to double check your answers too?" She raised her Biology papers. "Oh no thanks," he grunted, a little nervous like, "I'm pretty confident i don't have any wrong answers" "That's because you don't have any answers" Walter said, not even looking up from his paper. "Joe!" Arielle said, "Why didn't you do the assignment, it only took ten minutes" "I don't need to waste my time on stuff like this" he gestured to the papers. "It's just busy work" "You dont need to?" Arielle repeated, a little skeptical. "Your quiz scores say differently" Walter said. Joe felt a twinge of guilt. Walter knew him too well. "Whatever" Joe said, "I gotta go to the bathroom" Joe got up and left. He went out the door only a few seconds before the teacher arrived and then the bell rang. Great another unexscused tardy. Just what he needed. What else could go wrong now? Then he heard a voice call out, "A Little Help Here! Anybody?"

Well this is an imaginary school were talkin about. we can finaly put on that show we always wanted to do but couldn't for whatever reason. maybe we didnt have enough people, maybe not enough money, maybe we couldn't get the administration to say yes. well it matters no more, now we can do whatever we want. we have FREEDOM or we could just go with footloose

Joe strolls into the room, casually. He's in no hurry. One strap of his back-pack over his shoulder and wearing the same denim jacket he always does, he heads over to where Walter is sitting, the same desk as always, right up against the wall. Arielle and Tiff were chatting nearby, or at least Tiff was, Arielle was just nodding it seemed. He headed to the desk in front of Walter's. Swinging his back pack underneath, he sits on top of the desk and puts his feet on the chair. Walter looks up at him. Joe gives him a quick smile and tosses a disk on to his desk. "Thanks for letting me borrow it" he said, "It really helped." Walter nods his head and goes back to his assignment. Joe opens his back-pack and pulls out his headphones. Leaning against the ajacent wall, he nods his head o the beat. He notices someone on the other side of the room with another set of headphone. Wonder what she's listening to?

alright who brought Simpsons into the picture? now that would be an interesting WW game. i guess, we could close the sign up sheet, dont see much of a reason for it though, i doubt more than one or two people would sign up now that the main group has. as far as i know there is no limit to who you can post so if you wanna try to talk to everyone go ahead Merelas, id be glad to be yur friend. a guy can always use more friends, there less likely to kill him. speaking of which, how are the lynching going to work here? i mean in a high school setting actual deaths seem a little innappropriate. does that mean dead characters get sent to detention or even worse... expelled. id like to heare from our mod on that question myself

wow, this is the largest group we've had yet, i do believe. I'm going to have a real fun time with this one. a lot of newbies too, we can play them like cattle. i mean um accept them as one of us in the game. hehe we should all pick some people to be our close friends, ince this game will have PMing between players and you can't talk to everyone. I've got Tanny as one of mine. eyremon, care to be friends, you sound like someone Joe would hang with.

but just then a shinnig steed is seen on the horizon and on that steed is Jake who is not really dead just.... ah who am i kidding, he's dead. good job to the wolves for making mince meat ou of him. grumble grumble. I'll have my revenge!!!!!

Tan, would i be your friend? i thought we were already freinds, i mean... oh you meant in the game sure oh and Katz WWJD: What Would Jesus Do?

sure, vahktang, why not have religion? Joe is christainguy, but recently saved, so he's pretty shy about it

I, of course, will be participating. my new role for this one will be the character, Joe Richards. A sophmore, he's not too popular cause he only moved here last year but he has the respect of his preers...mostly. His grades are pretty lousy be cause he doesnt apply himself. Even in math, his best subject that he's actually taking at a Junior level, he's failing. He's done the school play once cause he likes the people. he's been trying to get a girl friend but sadly he's one of those guys who has a lot of friends who are girls and not a lot of girlfriends. he gets stuck talking to girls for really long times, about other guys. if he hears one more sad story from one of his friends about that stupid jockand how he doesn't return her feelings, hes going o flip. and thats Joe richards. more often than not, you'll find him sleeping in class. looking forward to another great game, guys. Eirish, of course you can play with explosives, who doesn't?

It was all anyone was talking about. Who's "Josh"? Why did he write the letters? How did he pick the twelve? Was it even a he? People talked about it during stretches, people talked about it during rehearsal, people talked about it afterwards too. Everyone was excited and suspicious. There were all sorts of theories being passed around. Was it a conspiracy? Was more than one person involved? Some said it was the director, but she was openly against it, saying "It better not interfere with rehearsal." Some said it was the girls in the group, four in total. "Leave it to a bunch of girls to come with something crazy like this," Will had said. Some said maybe it was Nick, the letters were discovered sitting on his backpack, kinda suspicious. One thing was for certain, everyone was going. well almost everyone. Austin would be in Germany. Emil was going to South Carolina. and Nick, one of the more likely suspects, was going to be in California the day of the meeting. But everyone else planned on going. Joe decided he would too, with any luck he wouldn't be dead by the end of the day. All of today he'd had reminders that today was the day. People asking him if he was going. asking what he thought about "Josh" and his twelve. heck, every time he looked at the date, he was reminded. and now he was on his way to the meeting, he knew what they’d find there. hopefully not a dead body or something. He headed to his locker first, to pick up his science book. He waved at Andrew on his way to the meeting as well. "You going?" Andrew asked. "Who isn't?" Joe responded, "But first I gotta go to my locker." Andrew nodded. Joe turned left into the locker bank, turning his combination. He opened the door and reached for hi science book. There was an envelope sitting on top of it. I said, "To the Twelve"

Hey i know you all dont like the dead correcting your mistakes but when someone screws up my own death, it can't be ignored. People seem to have not even noticed my death, first they dont realize im dead, then they dont realize i was the seer then they get my death wrong. Dear Mr. Merelas if you would care to observe my death a second time you will realize that it was not Mr. Vahktang's wagon that lead to my death, it was Mr. Jones. It was probably a bit confusing due to the fact that he was made up on the spot NCP but since both him and his son and yours truly died, it would be nice if you noticed. plus their wagon was destroyed making it a bit difficult for Mr. Vahktang to travel if it had indeed been his. The next person to dishonor my death with incorrect statements i will be forced to challenge to a duel and i must warn you that you'll have a hard time killing me....again

wow i live on even in death, someone might want to let Vahktang know i'm dead. of course if you want to pretend that i never died, im sure the wolves wont mind.

will someone die already? im getting pretty lonely as one of the only two dead ghosts

The sun beat down on the figure alone Casting dark brooding shadows of pain His skin was hot, his lips were parched Waiting for a gust of wind that never came His eyes, they burned And torn were his hands He cared not for the world As he fell to the sand He still felt her lips Saw her eyes amid the haze He felt her soft touch But she was gone to the maze The maze of time The maze of mirrors He’d been lost for so long Alone with just his fears He slowly rolled over Facing the bare sky He closed his eyes for good It was his time to die

OOC: Being dead sucks...someone must have had a grudge. pretty gruesome deathand all too. well you know what they say.... AVENGE MY DEATH!!!!!

Jake sat on the ground, wincing slightly at the pain. "Now hold still," Polly chided him, "This will only take a moment." "Easy for you to say, you're not the one with holes in your body" he returned. "Well if you didn't stick your neck into business that isn't yours, maybe you wouldn't have so many holes." "I don't like dishonest men" he replied shortly "well, either way, i'll be glad when this whole business is through." she said as she finished, "There, all done" She moved as if to lean against him. "Thank you" he said and he stood up. She fell on the ground. "Whoa," he said helping her up, not realizing what just happened, "You ok?" "I'm fine, i guess" she frowned while wiping dirt off her dress, "Just a little jumpy." But they both jumped when they both suddenly heard a shot "Damnation" Jake yelled and he ran to where the shots had come from, with Polly close behind. They were both realived when they found Isaiah, a rifle in his hand. "Looks like we've hit buffalo country" Jake said. A crowd of buffalo stood only a few yards away, apperently unshooken by the gunfire. Jake took off his hat and basked in the sun. Now this was what he'd set out for. Polly was not as amused. "Isaiah!" she scolded, "What do you think you are doin? Does ma know you killing buffalo?" The boy looked at the ground, moving the dirt with his toe. "Doesn't look like he was killing anything to me. His aim is terrible" Jake chuckled. The little boy's faced scrunched up and he made a growling noise. "Stop that," Polly said, "You get back to Ma right now." The little boy started away but before he could get far, she snatched the rifle out of his hands. "I'll take that, thank you" Jake was laughing heartily now. Polly turned to him angerly, "Stop laughing. I don't see whats so funny." "Oh it's just that little boy, he reminds me of when i was his age." He grinned, "Of course i was a better shot." Polly turned, aimed, and fired a shot. A few yards away a bull moved forward heavily, then it's knees buckled, then it rolled on its side, quite obviously dead. Jake stopped laughing. Polly turned to him and said, "I was too," before walking away, calling to her brother. "Isaiah, get ma, we're having buffalo tonite"

Enough chitter chateer, lets get down to the dirty business. someone here has to have been a killer. who was it? i dont like accusing little girls but that little girl we found is very unknown to us, know one knows anything about her. I'm gonna keep quiet for now, but im watching her. OOC: nothing yet

forget the glass, i'll just use my shoe

The old man of the forest watched the two strangers walk among the trees. He didn't like the way one was following the other. Could cause trouble. If one of them started something, he would send one of his son's to finish it.

Jake wasn't too bothered by the death of the old woman. Hard years had taught him to care only about himself. He didn't feel threatened at all. Whatever happened to the other members of the wagon party wasn't his concern. He would watch out for his own hide first.

The sky was turning blood red, sun hidden by distant mountains. Jake sighed, the sight was beautiful, but it reminded him of cold nights he wanted to forget. He lay down his blanket and made sure his horse, called Scarlett, was ready for the night. She felt uneasy he could tell and he told her reassuring things as he stroked her coarse mane. One of the little boys walked up to him, he must have belonged to one of the families but he didn't know whose. Jake ignored him and layed down on the blanket. "Howdy mister," the little boys voice was annoyingly high-pitched, "Me and ma family is on this here wagon train headed west. The road is supposed to be full of indians and outlaws but i'm not afraid, i can handle those redskins any day, i can shoot a 'coon from 100 feet away. My pa always said i was a born shooter." The boy paused, hoping he'd recieve some of praise from this mysterious man. Jake responed by pulling his hat over his eyes. Still the little boy continued. "Well, i can do more than shoot, i can skin and cook anything that i can catch. I'm... im also real good at housework, i help my ma out alot now that..." the little boy trailed off. Jake remembered the boy now. He thought he could remember the kid's name. What was it again... Isaiah? Yea that was it. Named after his father. Poor lad. "I'm also a real good fisher too, we come to any rivers and i can show you." Isaiah then noticed Scarlett, "I can ride a horse too," he said moving closer to pet her. "Don't Touch My Horse" Jake's voice growled. Isaiah stopped. This surely was an unfriendly fella. Just as well, he best be getting back to his Ma before she missed him. Isaiah scampered off and Jake drifted into sleep