Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-8267955-20140522051939/@comment-13187859-20140524025137

(Thank you!)

Octavius and Drew were both relatively new to this whole lock-in thing, seeing as Drew was young and inexperienced and Octavius was just anti-social. They had both thought that attending this would be a good way of getting to know and hang out with their fellow students.

They had walked here together, as their houses were around the same general area. Octavius was happy that Drew had actually chosen to hang out with him for once, which was strange, but it seemed that she was just lonely and needed someone to talk to... err-- write to.

''So anyway, I decided to come because Paige is over at Caden's for some date or something -- which sounds super romantic, by the way -- and Penny decided to go to the maul, so I was at home with mom, which got really boring after a while. I came here when I found out that there was a hance of some, y'know, non-boring things going down. ''She wrote on one of the many sticky notes on her yellow skirt. Drew, despite not speaking, had a chatty air about her. Due to her frantic scribbling, run-on-sentences and unique style of writing, Octavius could imagine her speaking in a bubbly, fast-paced little voice.

''This sounds like it will be pretty fun, right... uh, Otto, isn't it?''

"Actually, it's Octavius." corrected Octavius. It was a natural mistake to make, considering how Sunny.Exe had taken to calling him Otto for some reason or another, and Drew never really hung out with him, much less noticed him, until she found out that they lived in the same neighbourhood. He'd noticed her long before that, but whatever, she didn't need to know that little tidbit. That would make him seem like a stalker.

''Right, right. Sorry, I think I know another Otto with eight tentacles, so I get names mixed up and stuff, which is really annoying, cuz people think that your absent-minded or forgetful or something. ''Running out of room, Drew threw the note on the floor and began a new one. ''Anyway, I'm so excited for this lock-in thing. It'll be like a sleepover, except with more people, including teachers and chaperones, and we'll be in the gym rather than someone's apartment. I've been to sleepovers before and they're super fun. Have you ever slept over at someone's house, Octavius?''

"Can't say that I have, actually." Octavius replied. "But from the sounds of it, they seem interesting enough." Though, on the off chance that Drew's presence wasn't enough to occupy him, he brought a book, and his beat-up old camera, just in case.

Drew, on the other hand, had brought more than Octavius, who only had a single bag and his sleeping bad, with a camera around his neck. She looked like she was going camping rather than to a simple lock-in. Her papery form was literally crumpling under the weight of her bags.

Do you think I over packed? she wrote, more to herself than to anyone else. ''I think I overpacked, because these bags are majorly heavy, because I swear, if I have to carry these another step, I'll rip in half. I wonder if we can put these down somewhere. ''The paper girl looked frantically for a place to put down her bags, or someone to help her with them.

(Holy cow, I think I went overboard on this post...)