✂killin' it

❝ you're gonna push your luck tell me you've had enough i'm taking off these gloves get down and lick the dust ❞ ⌈ closed proton rp blog ⌋

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boredom // closed

    Hmmm. What to do. What to do. Proton walked through the hallways of the academy, his arm stretched out to the side, his hand lightly brushing the wall. He was bored.  At this point he wasn't even sure where he was, he was just.... aimlessly walking. Anything was better than being barred up in your room with a stack of homework staring you down as you continue to look toward it nervously, fidgeting under your own procrastination.

    He let out a sigh, something he was used to doing in situations like these. It wasn't until he saw a figure in the distance that he stopped the long withdrawal of air. Hmmm. He knew what to do.

    "Hey!" He called, waiting for a reply. Perhaps they could entertain him for a bit.

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    //Like for a starter? I'll try to do the first 2-3!

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language arts // assignment 02

    Hope. Hope?

    .........................Hope. What the hell. The word looked considerably strange to him as he continued to stare at it. He had to write a paper on this? This stupid-ass word? He placed his head into his hands, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh before running his fingers angrily through his hair.

    Hope. Hope is a 4-letter word. Hope is pointless. Hope is stupid. According to wikipedia, "Hope is the state which promotes the desire of positive outcomes related to events and circumstances in one's life or in the world at large."

    Whatever that means.

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arrival // open rp

[jaegaa]

The fuck? The fuck is that. Eren’s minding his own business, meanderingo through the halls in an attempt to locate the nearest ‘vending machine’ he’s overheard students talking about. That’s not a vending machine. That’s a.

Eren doesn’t know what that is. 

Is it a bird? A plane? Superman? He’s never seen anything like it. The creature flaps its rapid wings, drawing closer to the brunet.

Leaning away, he reaches instinctively for the 3DMG he usually carries with him. It’s back in his room, but could you imagine? A young soldier swinging his blades haphazardly to defend himself from a tiny demon bird. Instead, he lifts his fists up to bracket his face in case it feels like gnawing off his skin or eyes.

"What the hell??" he exclaims, eventually batting (haha) it away when it makes contact with one of his hands.

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    Proton swore under his breath, probably louder than he wanted to. This was exactly what he needed. What a better way to arrive to your first day of school than with your maniac-piece-of-shit-asshole-of-a-bat flying around the school causing chaos. It was a stupid idea to think he could actually control the thing for even a second. He quickly grabbed the Pokeball and ran out the door. Maybe he could catch it before anyone saw anything.

    --But of course he spoke too soon. He always did. This was nothing new. Standing outside was a younger boy, an obvious victim to his troublesome Pokemon, his arms thrown up to defend himself. Proton could have easily concealed the Pokemon back into it's ball then, but it was almost amusing watching the boy struggle aimlessly against the creature. He chuckled, holding a hand up to his mouth to muffle the sound slightly.

    "Having a little trouble?" He asked, a piercing grin carving into his cheeks. He slipped the Pokeball back into his pocket, the thought of the Pokemon fleeing completely escaping his mind. Of course, that was when it happened to notice his presence, and flew off down the hallway again before he could even reach back into his pocket.

    Swearing yet again, he glanced towards the boy. "Help me out, would you?"

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dog & cat!

dog: do you consider yourself to be a loyal person?

(answered!)

cat: is it easy for you to trust others?

 "If there’s anyone I’ve trusted in my entire life, it was back in ‘Rocket. Haven’t seen him since. So to answer your question, no."

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headcanon: companionship!

   "Hmm… I’m not sure I’m familiar."

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rabbit and hamster!

rabbit: do you feel as if you are dependent on others, or do you consider yourself independent? why?

    “Definitely not. Independent is who I am. What’s a person if they can’t survive on their own?”

hamster: do you feel as if you have ever been used by people who you considered friends? why?

    “Oh, but of course. That’s what you get when you’ve lived in the criminal side for your entire life. It should be almost expected by now. Whoever thinks the term ‘friend’ was an actual thing was obviously a dumbass. As long as I make some benefit, I’m sure my ‘friend’ and I should be able to work something out.”

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dog.

dog: do you consider yourself to be a loyal person?

    Loyalty? That was good question. The only time he could remember a thing such as loyalty was when he was apart of Team Rocket.

    "No."

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general headcanons on weaponry, clothing.

    “I’m not too picky on clothing. As I’m used to my old uniform being mainly skin-tight and incredibly uncomfortable, as long as it’s not that spandex bullshit, I’m fine.

    “As for weaponry, knives and scissors are more of my forte. Bigger items like bats and blades are too heavy for combat, but I’m sure I could make them work.”

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language arts // assignment 01

    Right. He had homework. And it was due. Soon. If there was anything he didn't want to do, it was write about himself, but he had to at least make a little effort. Can't start the year off on the wrong foot, it had only just started. He picked up his pencil and began gnawing on the end aimlessly, thinking of how to begin. 

    The name's Proton. It wasn't always Proton, but I'd like to keep it as Proton . I'm 18 years old, and currently stuck in a Language Arts class.

    I used to belong to a criminal organization called Team Rocket back at home. I was at the top of the totem pole, an Executive, as they called it. They used to label me as the scariest and cruelest of all Team Rocket. My work there shall remain confidential.

    Well, now he was stuck. What else did he know about himself? There wasn't much he enjoyed doing, either. He chewed down on his pencil a little harder.

    I'm not that interesting and I like to keep to myself. I've been told I have a sharp tongue, and that I'm selfish and annoying. Not that any of that is true, however. I'd like to believe I'm relatively perfect.

Sincerely,

Proton

    He made sure to sign his work as neatly and elegantly as he possibly could, and quickly turned it in before walking back into the hallway with a slight tinge of confidence.

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arrival // open rp

    Proton fumbled around with his suitcase. There wasn't much inside, as he didn't have many belongings to bring with him to the academy, other than his Pokemon-- which was what he was looking for. A groan bubbled in his throat as he clawed his way through the miscellaneous items. Why was he even chosen to come to this school? It was already obvious how unorganized he was. He gave a sigh and decided to plop himself down on the bed in defeat.

    The whole morning passed by in a blur—He had gotten the letter several days earlier, telling him he was eligible to join a school titled Academia Mare. To him, that name didn’t mean much. The school didn’t ring any bells, but it sounded nice enough that he thought he should at least check it out. It had been a quite some time since the old organization he had been a part of, unfortunately, disbanded, and left him with nothing but an education on criminality. So he thought, perhaps, an actual education might do. 

   He hummed to himself for a moment, lips pursing. This would be difficult. He knew that. The green-haired boy laid back onto his bed with a thump, before recoiling from a small pain centered in his lower back. He sat up abruptly, turning around to see the Pokeball he had been searching for sitting directly behind him. Almost immediately he snatched the thing, releasing the Pokemon concealed inside. The bat-like creature flew silently in the air for a moment, trying to register where on earth exactly it was. It snorted angrily towards Proton and took off, flapping its way out of his dorm room and into the hallway.