The sun rises over the horizon, painting the far horizons of New York City in a cascade of brightness and tones situated around the tall buildings. Today is just a day like any other as you rise, the brightness of the morning sky peeking through your curtained windows. Stretching out of bed with a fairly dramatic yawn, you hear a voice call out to you, "Honey, come down and eat before the bus gets here!" Your mothers voice resounds from downstairs. "I'll be down there soon!" You respond, huffing to yourself as you get out of bed and head towards the bathroom. Turning the shower on and waiting for the water to heat up, you undress and gather your school uniform into a neat pile nearby in your bathroom. Some time passes after you finally clean up and get ready, your blue and white uniform accentuating your lean form fairly well. You look for your student card before heading downstairs and finally find it, the has your picture on it with a name that reads..>Thomas Tomlinson>Cheryl Constance>Tarek Saint-John>Hitomi Kiyosumi
>>6381771>Thomas Tomlinson
>>6381771>Thomas TomlinsonOr 'Tom Tom' to our pals
>>6381773Or Tommy Gun, if we're cool like that
Thomas TomlinsonYup, that's definitely you alright. You sigh in relief at the fact you haven't accidently swiped anyone else's student card like last time. Your picture displays you with a light complexion that suffers from slight acne, your short dark hair crops itself neatly taken care of across your scalp, and your steely blue eyes stare back at you. After finishing up you race down the stairs to the dining table where your mom and dad are seated already, pancakes for breakfast again, mom's specialty. You dig in to the food and spend your idle time when there's not food in your mouth chatting with the both of them. Today is the first day of your grade 11 year, Midtown high is generally highly regarded for it's science programs, they're so recommended that companies like Oscorp, Baxter Foundation, and even Stark Industries are known to prospect and sponsor young and talented students. "So Tom Tom, what's your timetable looking like this year?" Your father asks, his aged face smiling warmly towards you.Playing to your strengths, you've chosen as heavy a timetable as you can that revolves around..>Science, Midtown High's specialty of course.>Physical Education, you've always been more of the athletic type.>Art, you have a perceptive eye and creative imagination.>Nothing in particular, you're pretty average in all areas.
>>6381805>Art, you have a perceptive eye and creative imagination.
>>6381805>Science, Midtown High's specialty of course.Science RULES>>6381800I also like this
>>6381805For the sake of keeping the ball rolling, I'll change my vote >>6381809 and support >>6381813 instead
>>6381805>ScienceLet's aim to humiliate both doom and richards
>>6381805>Science, Midtown High's specialty of course.When in Rome...
>>6381805>Science, Midtown High's specialty of course.
>>6381805>Art, you have a perceptive eye and creative imagination.Science is cool but very overdone
>>6381805>Physical Education, you've always been more of the athletic type.
>>6381805QM FORGET ABOUT WHAT I SAID IN >>6381826 I'LL CHANGE MY VOTE TO>Art, you have a perceptive eye and creative imagination
>>6381865Sure, I'll switch to >artto, cause it'd be funny
>>6381805Nobody wants to be a jock so I guess I'll switch my vote >>6382016 to>Art, you have a perceptive eye and creative imagination.
>>6381805>>Physical Education, you've always been more of the athletic type.
>>6381805>Physical Education, you've always been more of the athletic type.I wanna be a jock
sorry, i started the thread with unfortunate timing and ran into a bunch of shit i had to do. continuing the thread now
RESULTS...IT'S A TIEPlease vote for one of the three options>We're artsy fartsy.>We're a science whiz.>We are pretty good at both, masterful at neither currently.
>>6382119>We are pretty good at both, masterful at neither currently.
>>6382119I'm posting for the first time, but will levy my support towards>We're artsy fartsyLess often seen than science.
Rolled 2 (1d2)For the sake of keeping the train rolling, I'm going to let the dice decide this one. This is just our starting strengths, don't worry we won't be hard locking Thomas into the braniac character type.1 = artsy2 = good at both, excellent at neither
>Art and ScienceYou've gained a +1 to any roll requiring an INT or PER check!You smile back at your dad, "most of my electives are science and art," you tell him.He smiles and nods approvingly at you, "that's my boy," he says as he ruffles his hand around your once neatly groomed, short hair. You laugh and brush off him messing up your hair and excuse yourself from breakfast. Your mom returns to the kitchen and starts cleaning up. There's still some time to spare before the bus to school arrives, you spend it searching for your sketchbook and a neat science magazine you've been subscribed to for quite some time now.HONK, HONKThe bus waits not even a minute before impatiently sounding it's presence to you. You race out the door shouting a quick goodbye to your parents and zoom straight inside the bus where the driver greets you with a passive aggressive stare, tapping on their watch.You roll your eyes in response and get out of his view before he can look at you in a more disapproving way. The usual kids are all seated in their typical spots, some loners, some larger groups, and a handful of duo's just casually chatting with each other. The ones who stand out to you today are fairly typical and you see them often, there's a very skinny boy with mid-length brown hair and glasses being bullied some members of the Midtown High football team, you sigh when you hear them chanting "PETER PUKER, PETER PUKER," the younger boy tries timidly telling them to stop but his voice is easily drowned out by their jeers. One of the duo's sitting with next to each other are a dark skinned older boy, and a girl the same age with blonde hair, you've noticed that they tend to keep just to themselves and never really are spotted talking to anybody else. Last year you heard they're dating or whatever, not that you really care. The last person you notice is also one of the loners typically on the bus. He has short, ginger colored hair, and a very rounded body shape. His sense of fashion rivals even that kid Peter's for how nerdy and plain looking he's dressed. You never really typically see them do much on the bus, or at school but skim through their textbook before classes.>Take a seat near Peter and the football team>Sit by the couple>Sit next to the ginger haired kid>Commit social suicide and sit by yourself on the first day
>>6382174So if we don't go solo, we join Spidey as target-practice for Flash Thompson, play third wheel to Cloak and Dagger, or... Wait, who's the ginger?>Sit next to the ginger haired kid
>>6382167>we're a generalistFascinating.>>6382174>Sit next to the ginger haired kidMy curiosity is piqued.
>>6382182Certainly more interesting than a typical specialist.>Sit next to the ginger haired kidI honestly thought these were all spider-people at first. The couple was Gwen/Miles, the ginger kid was Bailey, Peter was obvious. Then I reread the descriptions and saw that the redhead was fat (and remembered that Bailey is, like, ten), and now I’m curious.
Not wanting to be a third wheel to the couple, or get tangled in the drama between Parker and the football team, you opt for the safer option next to the ginger kid. Walking all the way to the back of the bus, huddled in the corner by himself for a few sections, is a meatball of a kid, not even bothering to notice your presence and choosing to instead stay hunched over into his textbook. You take your seat next to him and just examine him, he's a short and rounded boy with an extremely pale complexion, his heavy breathing as he reads the textbook leaves you on the constant verge of anxiety, you think to yourself that this guy sounds like he's constantly winded. You try to break the ice, "uh, hey.." is all you can muster out, trying to break the boys concentration on the book.He just peers up at you for a second, a semi-annoyed expression being worn as he does, he sighs. Oh god, what the fuck?! You take a whiff of the air and are taken aback by the horrible smell of air he just exuded. The aroma sends your sensory system into a near state of shock and you feel a sensation of cold air rush down your spine as it tries to make sense of what's going on. OH BROTHER, THIS GUY STINKS! Is all you can think to yourself.Trying to keep yourself composed, you try to make conversation while maintaining a concealed effort to not look head on into the aromatic ginger boy."My name's Thomas," you regretfully mention."Pierce," is all he says back to you. You look at the textbook he has, it's the same one as yours from a previous biology class. He's either studying an old textbook or he's one grade down from you."You uh, got biology first period or something?" You ask him. He raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs, "studying old material, covering the basics is the founding steps to mastery you know?" He says, raising a finger in the air as he does so.>This guy's a fucking loser, let him know he is.>This guy's a fucking loser, use your remaining time to go sit next to somebody else (who?) >Maybe he's not so bad.. try to talk about science stuff with him
>>6382201>Maybe he's not so bad.. try to talk about science stuff with himWorst case: he's a dick. Best case: he becomes our stalwart ally
>Talk about science stuffRoll a 1d20 to impress (or at least keep up with) PierceDC is 10Best of 3
Rolled 2 (1d20)>>6382227
>>6382227Shit, thats a 1d20+1 sorry
Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>6382227We might make a friend of him yet.
Rolled 2 (1d20)>>6382227watch THIS
Rolled 5 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>6382235Do the rolls without +1s not count, then?
>>6382264that's right
Rolled 19 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>6382265Rollin
>>6382266oh shit talk about clutch
>>6382184Oh shit, that COULD be Miles and Gwen, I guess.>>6382227Still not sure who this Pierce guy is, but I guess we'll see.>>6382266Woo! Nice save, anon.
Everything good QM?
