I'm an avvid roleplayer. Which means, I like to roleplay. But I only roleplay with one or two people. I'd like to have more, but I can't find anybody to meet my requirements. My favorite part about roleplays is to type the introduction. I feel that it's the only time I can really express my imagination. Dunno why. I just do.
Here's one. I hope you enjoy it and please rate it.
First year at college would always be hard. Even more so when you’re going to have to live there. And then you have no family to go home to on vacation. Kind of sucked. Especially for one boy.
In the dark brown eyes of one young adult, this was pure torture. Knowing nobody in the school, standing out dramatically, and not really knowing where to go. It was well into the mid of the first term, so most people knew where to go. But the young adult did not. He was trapped in the hall ways of the five story school. The teen stood at the doorway, his eyes wide.
Name of this teen? Ichigo. He refused to tell people his last name.
People pushed past the teen, snickering at his clothes. Ichigo was clad in bright colors, mixed with black. Covering his skinny torso was a lime green and punk pink, long sleeved shirt. It clung to his body, revealing his girly body. Yes, he had a girly body. An hourglass figure. Covering the long sleeved shirt was a black T-shirt. It’s sleeves went down to his elbows. His fingernails were painted black. On each thumbnail was a lime green star.
Hanging from Ichigo’s rather skinny hips was a pair of tight black girl’s jeans. They were held up by a black studded belt. The studs were lime green and punk pink. The jeans had numerous rips and tears in them, which were patched with lime green, punk pink, silver or white star patches. What can I say? The teen loves his colors.
On his feet was a pair of black on silver Converse High Tops. They were undone, as usual. Hanging from the teen’s skinny shoulder was a black messenger bag. The bag had numerous pins. All from his favorite bands. And there were a lot.
Ichigo brushed his raven black hair out of his eyes. His hair went down to his chin at the front, and got shorter as it got to the back. At the back it was spiked in many directions. Sliding down the bridge of the teen’s nose was a pair of heavy black-framed glasses. (Or, also known as ‘Emo’ glasses.) Circling his eyes was heavy black liner.
Sighing, Ichigo walked down the winding hallway. He needed to find his dorm and see whom he was going to be sharing it with. He hope it was with somebody pleasant.
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