Around Sherwood, and more notably Westerburg Highschool, a phone number has been graffitied on desks, lockers, hallways, everywhere teachers are too tired to look. Upon calling this number, you are met with silence. Students quickly find out that everything you say on call is being broadcasted live from an unlicensed radio station many from school are tuned into.
What will you tell everyone?
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OOC? thats right :) 🤫🧏 this account is run by characters.. by who? you don't know.
edit: im not even doing a storyline anymore bruh but ill still run this acc until someone makes another
Rumour account for the ongoing tumblr roleplay for Heathers!
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Ah, so I see. Yeah, I definitely did see this. I don’t know what your problem is to-to what? Make light of someone else’s tragedy? To find humor in other people’s misery? Yeah, don’t talk about my mom. D-Don’t talk about anyone’s mom that isn’t yours. You know, it doesn’t hurt you to care about other people when it doesn’t benefit you. Making someone else’s damage about you doesn’t stop anything. It doesn’t bring you any uh, satisfaction. It just hurts your soul in the long run.
OOC: thinking of doing school/westerberg related QnA posts for ur characters to answer like: “Have you ever got caught passing notes in class?” and if u want ur rp blog can reblog with an answer.
I can also do a ping list for this im thinking of just coming up with a weekly question for heathers blogs 😭😭 so if ur blogs dead and u want to write ur character but dont get asks
should i host a QOTD for yall
yes i’d participate atleast once
i wouldnt participate but yes
No this is a horrible idea why dont u just send asks to specific blogs
KURT AND RAM TRIED STEALING NEAPOLITAN ICE CREAM FROM A GRAETER’S SO THEY COULD MIX IT WITH VODKA AND GET HIGH AND DRUNK WHILE WATCHING NATIONAL FOOTBALL
J.D. ignored that comment at first, she didn't have a care in the world for clothing trends or rudeness. If it was practical and decent, she didn't mind where or when it came from. Besides, it wasn't even a trench coat. It was a duster. There was a difference. If that man-whore couldn't tell the difference between two simple coats then how come he was the authority on fashion?
"Yeah, but it comes handy dandy for a couple of things."
She said, reaching for her pocket and waiting for him to turn around.