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character sheet Name: Old Mcdonald Age: Infinity Gender: Chicken Species: Half-human, half-chicken Weapons: Explosive Eggs Power: Flying Weakness: reptiles and paying the bill at a restaurant Bio: Old mcdonald was always the strongest chicken in the coop. His mother and father...

"I suppose you could say that." Beatrix agreed, giving Nathan a rather sheepish smile. She reached down to her wrist and pulled off a black-band, using it to prop up her hair in a low-ponytail. "I'm Beatrix, I'd ask for your name.. but I already know that it is Nathan." she continued, her eyes...

At this point Mr.Erickson had begun to lead the other students through the entrance; once inside, he could take the time he so -desperately- needed to evaluate his life choices leading up to this point. Beatrice took one -last- chug from her water-bottle, and began to walk with the mass...

"Or maybe you should be called 'the fucking piece of shit who can't make any real friends'?" Beatrix stood dumbfounded, she had chosen to separate herself from those who wanted friendship; it wasn't that she couldn't make any friends. Besides what good were friends for anyway? Friends only got...

It came as no surprise that Mika hardly knew who Beatrix was; despite both of them being in the eleventh grade. The two of them didn't share any classes, and obviously, didn't share any friends. "Don't shorten my name, it's Beatrix." she snapped, taking notice of the way Mika subtly prepared...

Beatrix clumsily tumbled out of the bus’s rear emergency exit, crashing down into the dirt and plastering -newly created- mud across her clothes and through her hair. She quickly picked herself up and attempted to brush the filth off with her hand, but to no success. “This is fucking great...

Beatrix recalled the lecture Mr. Erickson had given before the field-trip, he wasn’t kidding when he said that “Mental Asylums, at the time, were very much prisons.” She wasn’t sure if the fencing was to keep the patients in or the people out. Either way, an uncanny feeling crept over Beatrix...

“A mental asylum..” Beatrix thought, inching herself closer to the bus aisle to peer out at her rowdy classmates. She inspected the next couple rows in-front of her with a soft chuckle “How fitting, maybe we can leave Dani here.” she jeered, meaning the words more seriously than they sounded...