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I'm down! I'd love to roleplay some original fantasy plots, if your craving anything.

I'm cool with it.

I'm down. I enjoy that type of RP system. And I don't mind the disappearing.

Why is it that every time I join a roleplay, everyone suddenly disappears? It's so weird. 

Kokoro smiled nervously. She decided to explore the school and see if there was any quiet area at all. She eventually set up camp under a tree and drew the area around her. Her thoughts wandered about, curious as to whether Onix or Jack were trustworthy.

Kokoro nervously gave back the puppy. Her fingers brushed against Jack's on accident as she returned to her drawing. She drew a light sketch of him, since he was the nearest person. 

Kokoro didn't answer, focusing her attention on the little puppy. She cuddled it close and tried to forget her sight of the knife. 

Kokoro started hyperventilating, a memory shooting through her mind. She didn't see Onix look over. She squeezed the puppy close. 

Kokoro saw the puppy and relaxed a bit. She held the puppy close. "You're an adorable puppy," she whispered. "I think I'm gonna talk to those two again. I was rude to them..." She glanced up and caught a glimpse of the knife Onix was putting away. She started to shake again in fear of her being...

Kokoro smiled backed weakly, waving, and started sketching him in her book.

Kokoro panicked more, not used to the attention, she tried to ignore the giant and the bandaged psycho. Her pencil bag said "Property of Laser". 

Kokoro started shaking slightly, fear corrupting her body. She mamaged a nod, then opened her notebook and started sketching. Kokoro tried hard to keep her fears intact.

Kokoro got transferred into Onix's class. She immediately sat in the back of the class the avoid confrontation with anyone. 

Name: Kokoro Rainbow Age: 17 Appearance:  Sexuality: Bisexual Dere Type: Dandere Strengths: Drawing, being quiet, creativity, playing card games  Weaknesses: Being social, people in general, relationships, friends  Backstory: Kokoro grew up with a distant father and a mother...

Xenra answered, "It's just a nosey file this rich girl has to blackmail you into staying or whatever other godforsaken actions she wants us to do." She huffed, and a puff of smoke came out of her mouth. 

Xenra saw the file bag. Files meant information for her. Information about what, though. A past of the prisoners? A purpose for the camp? Xenra watched the bag longingly.

Xenra sighed in relief and went off to the sidelines. I shouldn't be pestered here... This place is just crazy... Xenra rubbed her head. 

Xenra saw the girl. "Miss Stalker, why don't you go talk to that other girl?" 

"Hell, no," Xenra answered casually, waving her off. "I don't need a tour guide." Xenra walked faster. What she really didn't need was getting in trouble with her mouth. Why won't I shut up? Xenra scolded herself.

"Just now arrived." Xenra explored the building, finding nowhere to escape.