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lup 🔥 ([personal profile] restinglichface) wrote2017-08-14 09:55 pm

Open rp post!



[Open rp post for Lup,
feel free to start a thread or leave a prompt for me!]
barold: (angry boi)

[personal profile] barold 2019-06-28 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Why would she talk crap about you?
I have never heard her say a mean thing about anyone or anything ever.
She’s gonna like you even if you’re mean to her.

I won’t like you though.
barold: (groggy boi)

[personal profile] barold 2019-06-28 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure
AFK got homework to finish


[And that’s where he leaves it for the night, his thoughts and tummy all sorts of disrupted and confused. It’s weird, both having butterflies over the cutest girl at school wanting to hang out with him, and fighting down the angry knots over someone potentially disrespecting his mother. He doesn’t like it.

It helps to crank out some homework. Sets his mind right again.

By the time Friday rolls around, Lup has received both her projects that were due, the pop quiz answers, and a project outline for chem, all sitting in her inbox. Barry’s sitting through second period physics with heavy eyelids, trying to stay awake and take notes with his brain still buzzing - he was up all night working on all his homework, which has taken the backseat for a couple days, and he’s so sleepy. The unexpected buzz of his phone in his pocket wakes him up just enough to take a confused peek at the screen under the desk. No one ever messages him in class??]
barold: (surprised boi)

[personal profile] barold 2019-06-29 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Barry blinks blearily at his phone, not recognizing the number, not quite connecting the dots - until he googles the number and sees Lup’s name. This is actually happening, huh.

He glances quickly up at the teacher, who has his back turned to them, writing down formulas on the whiteboard with his illegible handwriting, the squeaky marker almost echoing in the otherwise silent classroom. Good. A window of opportunity.]


Lup?
You want me to come now?
I’m in class, I’ll be there after the bell.
barold: (boi goes AH)

[personal profile] barold 2019-06-29 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn’t pay the look Jason gives him (Jason? Jason. Barry’s pretty sure his name is Jason.) any mind. If he knew Barry was texting Lup of all people, he wouldn’t be so quick to judge.

It’s a slow process, texting back. He has to keep glancing up at the teacher, occasionally take notes, answer when called on, all while carrying out a text convo. Multitasking is so hard.]


Unlike some people, I have perfect attendance.
Mr Mars would notice if I suddenly disappeared, trust me.

Why don’t you just go to class??
barold: (concerned boi)

[personal profile] barold 2019-06-29 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Name’s still not Bluejeans

The world will still be out there when I graduate
Then I can explore
Until then I can learn a ton about it in class so I can appreciate it better
School isn’t just about grades you know

I don’t know how you do it
Mom would never let me get away with skipping so much school
barold: (startled boi)

[personal profile] barold 2019-06-29 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Taako skips more??
:-0
How are you two not expelled?

Oh crap hang on


[There’s silence for a while, until another text ticks in ten minutes later.]

Mr Mars almost caught me
See you after the bell
barold: (boi goes PLEASE GOD NO)

[personal profile] barold 2019-06-29 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Barry can’t quite shake the feeling that he’s being punked. It’s just something about it, the fat nerdy kid shyly approaching the gorgeous popular girl leaning against the wall behind the gym, her outfit definitely not meeting school dress codes, her demeanor that of someone who’s way too cool to ever be seen with someone like him, someone who’s too good for the air she breathes.

Standing there, distracted by her music and her phone, she looks like someone out of a movie. Not someone Barry chats with online and knows the name of, not someone who knows his name, let alone wants to hang out with him.

It’s surreal. Like he’s dreaming.

Nervously clutching his book bag, he gets close enough that she should be able to see him, trying to make eye contact with her. It’s... way harder talking to her IRL than online.]
barold: (boi goes NO)

[personal profile] barold 2019-06-29 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, dang. He’s gonna actually have to talk to a girl right now, huh?

Barry tries to summon the courage to approach, to get close enough that she’ll see him, but no such luck. Lup is completely ignoring him in favor of her phone screen. How do people do this?? When he’s sitting at his keyboard, it’s different. It doesn’t feel like he’s talking to a real person then, he just punches words into a window and words come back at him. He feels more in control then. Like the inherently unpredictable nature of humans doesn’t play a factor at all. But now that she’s standing right there, flesh and blood and clacking nails, Barry stiffens. He’s almost close enough to smell her now.

He chokes. Can’t do it. Impossible. Can’t go through with it. He’ll just go back to class and pretend he never spoke to her and finish their chem project and that’s it, that’s it, he’ll never have to speak to her ever again, they will graduate and he’ll move to a big city and go to university and get his degree and the memory of the cute but scary girl who made Barry feel so so small will become distant and fleeting, ]


E-Excuse me?

[Fuck. He must be a glutton for punishment. Stepping forward, Barry taps the girl on her shoulder, giving a nervous little wave once she looks up at him.]

I uh— I’m here.
barold: (squished boi)

[personal profile] barold 2019-06-29 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, u-uh— i-it’s Mr. Mars, but uh— no, I left as soon as th’bell rang... Took a while t’find ya, heh...

[Lord above, strike him dead. He’s so awkward.This crazy hot girl is actually talking to him like he’s an equal, teasing him, touching him, and Barry looks like he’s going to sink into the ground with shame. Is it hard to believe he’s the same boy she’s been talking to online? Maybe.]

Y-Yeah, I think that’s— yeah. My house is closer than th’mall. [Barry doesn’t like malls anyway.] Mom’s probably out with some old work friends, so we can hang out... W-We have ice cream in th’fridge if y’want.

[Hands wringing nervously around the strap of his book bag, the boy hesitated before speaking again.]

Do y’have a sneaky shortcut outta th’school grounds, or..?