In a world of Boredom...

[Hmm Muse is Over]

((this is just a random RP because I'm bored, anyone can join and let the randomness insue))

I sit at my computer, dozing off slightly. It's been a long and boring day and I'm stuck on writers block. I slam my head on the keyboard repeatedly. Damn, that usually works to give my muse a kick start. You see, my muse is a partier, and she went clubbing last night. Stupid muse got hung over and now she’s asleep up there.

This will put me behind schedule on my script big time. I need to finish it now, or else my fellow cast members will not be pleased. I look around the room, which is now empty. Sighing, I return my gaze to my computer screen.  

[xoThe_Fallen_Angelxo]

*hide behind couch*  

[Satyr Marsyas]

A window popping up down the bottom of the computer & flashing orange at you. Leaning back on his computer chair he had sent a message to her "Hows the script going so far?" Spinning around bored in his chair before getting up & getting himself a drink; Only to return to his computer with a new reply. His conversation window flashing at him with the new message.  

[afterdark_angel]

Alex banged the door shut and threw her schoolbag on the floor with disgust. She glanced longingly towards her computer. She looked away, triple algebra homework weighing heavily on her conscience. After a moment's deliberation, the computer won. She kicked the schoolbag under the bed and sat down at the desk. Turning on the computer, she waited for the login to load, typed in her username and password and loaded the browser. She idly checked who was online.  

[Reincarntion..Period]

I go to my computer and send mass PMs to every gaian in a roleplay.

It reads:

All of Gaia, hear this-
I ran over Mr. Bumpy the squirrel today. He called me an MFer and I ran over him to silence his evil.. He was evil, and everyone knew it, from his flipping people off to his making people crash and burn. Now, I ask all of you: WTH IS AN MFer?!  

[afterdark_angel]

Alex idly reads the message before replying: "A very lousy insult or a very twisted person." She sends the message and is about to turn off the computer when she sees another random message. It looks like junk mail and she's about to delete it when she shrugs. "What the heck." she mutters and opens it. The font is strange and it appears to be written in another language. She rolls her eyes and turns away, but then realises that although she has never seen the language before, she can understand the words.

"So you want to be a wizard."

Goosebumps rose on her skin and she hastily closed the message window.