Saint Joseph School

Try livin' wit him.

Jai chuckles to himself.

Michael an' me spent de odduh night pretendin' we couldn' read his handwritin'.

so - are you guys randy little bunny rabbits? if you aren't, you are doing a lousy job of portraying otherwise. freaking LOUSY. if you are randy little bunny rabbits - get the hell out of the tub, find a nice little place like a mission map where nobody can see you, get jiggy with it and stop ...

[Edit by Lagomorph: This thread was split from Roleplaying Supergroups on Infinity ]

Hey, I've met a couple of very nice, very experienced players lately from an SG called "Brotherhood of Paragon". It's main membership is four couples who all know each other in RL, and they seem to be real nice ...

They don't call it gymnicestics.

She looked at his hand, then up at his eyes. His smile never wavered. She felt his smile find its way onto her own face, and reached out, taking his hand. "It's not a trick, right?"

His smile widened, if such a thing were possible. "No tricks. You'll love this."

She rose to her feet as he began to ...

Jai snapped back to reality. He looked at her, standing there, and whatever is was he felt, whatever anger or hurt, slipped away as she glanced nervously around at the clapping and the cheering.

So he sprang from the bleachers and was beside her in three long strides. He scopped her up, arms ...

Go. Fight. Win.

He felt as though he had been punched in the stomach.

Go. Fight. Win.

He kept his grin despite the feeling.

Go. Fight. Win.

What else had she told him about?

Michael felt a hand clap down on his shoulder. He turned, unsure whether to bolt or smile.

"I cyah believe yuh actually goin' t'rough wit dis," said Jai, smiling down at him.

Michael smiled uncertainly. "Well, I want to. And I have my reasons."

The carib boy nodded. "Fuh certain," he said ...

...and the carib boy started to laugh. His laughter filled the hallway, rich and deep, from the bottom of his gut.

Electron fumed, as angry as he was confused by the response.

Finally, Jai was able to speak. "Yuh gone orf? An wat exac'ly yuh tink I gon' fight yuh for? Yuh long-eyed chupidee!" And ...

Jai and August looked at one another. Once again, the strange creole girl had surpassed their own expectations. Again, she had tapped into something much deeper and more powerful. And for a moment, neither of them had any idea what to do next.

It was August who finally spoke. "You have shown us ...

The caribbean boy stared at Lucas, almost dumbfounded. "Lemmie jus' say I don' know why dis be any a yuh business. But yuh take da time an' trouble ta come make us bot' look a fool in front'a alla dese people. And yuh back-chat ain' gon' stop until yuh hear wat I got ta say, an den mebbe yuh let me ...

The ritual was over. Ginga sat, exhausted from the effort, both physical and mental. August sat quietly, though even she was breathing hard.

Ginga picked up what remained of the rum and put it to his lips. He smiled at August and said, "yuh got quite de talent, gyul. Yuh got de makings a da mambo ...

Jai stood and looked at the older boy. As Lucas spoke, he saw electricity in his eyes. And he listened, trying to understand the emotion and the pain and the guarded anger that spilled out in a torrent. And then the blond boy was done, crossing his arms, waiting for Jai to conjure up a response ...

Ginga stared at the girl, with her dyed black hair, thrashing, throwing her limbs at nothing. Screaming. He tried to lift the window and found it locked. With a grimace of expectation, he threw his shoulder against it.

He felt glass cut into him as he rolled into the common room, but there was no ...

Ginga snatched the phone up off the table and put it to his ear. "Allo?"

But the line was dead. He stared at the phone in confusion for a moment, then scrolled back through the Caller ID. It had been Tara's room. But that made no sense, Tara wasn't even staying there...

Kris. It must have been ...