10 Reasons Why You Should RP At HSOTSI
>>>Top 10 Reasons Why You Should RP at Hogwarts School of the Slightly Insane.<<<
10. The way a RP can change the way you look at everyday items.
(Javen)
"YES," Javen half-shrieked, eyes wide. She clung onto Draco's arm, brimming with intellectually stimulated inspired thoughts. "LKCN;SOKLUP98;IO'SDMC ,.D/FS,.DL;SKDCJSDPOIFHSDFNJSDFSDF."
Sirius roared. "OLIVER WOOD, YOU WILL KEEP YOUR CLOTHING ON IF I HAVE TO NAIL IT TO YOUR BODY," he bellowed, seeming to grow to six times his original length height, his voice shaking the ground. But to no avail. Oliver snarled and grabbed the hems of his socks threateningly. Draco, Sirius, Adrian, and Calhoun's eyes widened in fright.
The Quiddich player glared and tightened his grip. There was a pause as he tensed his muscles, ready to tear the socks from his body. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrip.
His bare calves glinted, cleanly shaven and slightly bronzed; soft and smooth and somewhat shiny.
Javen, a very fragile creature indeed, put her wrist to her forehead and fainted with a little orgasmic scream, falling limp into Draco, who attempted to support her and keep his gaze away from the indecently exposed Oliver. This was a very difficult task.
Calista's jaw dropped open and a gleeful expression cross her face. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGCHACHACHACHACHACHACHACHACHA!!" she shrieked, forever a feminine bounty.
Oliver stood up and tossed his ripped socks to the side, oh-so-rebellious. The other gentlemen had diverted their eyes and were making sound of disgust and horror, but Calista, Sarra, and even Kinsey were unable to look away, guilty and sinful as it may sound. Scottish calves are certainly a sight to behold, when one can get a view without having to pay for it.
"My God. That's a beautiful pair you've got there!" Calista whistled.
"CALISTA!" Sarra scolded, unable to look away herself. "And OLIVER! PUT YOUR SOCKS BACK ON RIGHT THIS INSTANT! ..." Her face burned. "We... we -cough- HAVE HARRY TO FIND!" She squeezed her eyes shut.
"PUTYOURSOCKSBACKONBEFOREIHAVETOPUTTHEMBACKONFORYOUOLIVERWOODYOUSICKSICKSICKSICKSICKLITTLEMONKEY!!!"
9. Ze Family Values.
(Scarlet)
Scarlet turned slightly to notice the collapsed remains of her family before facing the trio again.
"Father," she whispered out of the side of her mouth, "go find some candy corn. I'm afraid that this will be a bit too much for your delicate constitution."
Sarra immediately skipped off screaming the phrase "CANDY COOOOORN!" to the tune of Our Time Is Running Out.
Scarlet noted that her family was beginning to stir. She promptly tied the closest thing--underwear--around their eyes as a blindfold to keep them from having to see what was going to happen. Then, dusting off her hands and putting on her most ferocious face, she once again glared at the three people who apparently did not make way for her highness.
"Excuse me, but you have come between me and a pair of underwear containing a flea. You must therefore remove your pestilential selves immediately or suffer creative and torturous pain."
Of course, only Draco understood exactly what this meant, since his mother talked like this all the time. "Oh, really?" he said in a silky voice that would make most girls swoon. Except Scarlet when he was annoying her. "And how exactly do you plan that?"
"CASTRATION BY SUSHI!"
All three of them understood that.
Lijah, of course, chose this most convenient time to point out "Everything has gone all black and lacy!"
8. The random places RPing pops up.
(Sarra)
Her voice stops in mid sentence.
You wait patiently, knowing how touchy she can get.
"You're not supposed to be in the house you are."
You blink in confusion. What is that supposed to mean? And again you wait.
"I know Ravenclaw is where the Sorting Hat placed you, but we've come to find that you really belong in. . ."
7. Six teens can take of a baby.
(Calista, Sarra)
"Well, give it one!" Potter snapped.
"Uh...uh" Adrian looked helpless. "J-Jordan."
"Great." Sarra smiled nervously "We're in charge of a baby."
"Adrian...I've got a question."
"Yes?" Adrian looked over to where Draco sat, looking amused.
"Ever heard of a condom?"
"SHUT UP."
Oh! Listen!" Sarra cleared her throat. "Practice safe food - Always use condiments!"
Sarra laughed extrememly hard, and everyone merely stared at her.
"You," Potter began with snort. "Are a shame to your house."
6. Demon Calista. I mean...Demon Girls...
(Sarra)
"Get back you!" Sarra screeched at the demon advancing on Draco.
My Calista lunged forward, trying to help in someway, but Fred grabbed her and held her back. "Draco has to do this on his own!"
Calista's face was white, but she didn't struggle.
I kept backing away. The black-eyed Calista stopped advancing. Her remaining long white hand raised to me, "Come, my love."
The world becomes muffled again and all I can see is her...
I take a step forward, blind and deaf to everything else. The black eyes widen in joy, "Yes....Come with me..."
"Where?" I hear myself ask....
"To Paradise..."
I pause in my approach, "Where is that?"
Her lip twitches, "That's not what is important...What is important is the fact you'll be with me...love..."
I nod. It really wasn't important. She's the only thing I wanted anyways....
A soft sweet song plays longingly behind me...and i advance towards Her again.
"Yes," she encourages me....
A horrible wrenching splits the air, the music abruptly ceases...And she is gone.
I shake my head clear of the fog and fall over from Calista's tackle "DRAY!"
After she finally finishes squeezing the life out of me I look in the direction of where She was....
It's a green and black writhing mess. Sarra is standing a few feet off to the left, holding an empty paint can. Fred and George move to unveil the creature.....
5. Showing you're fangirl/boy of more than just Harry Potter...
(Javen)
Draco gave a great sob and blubbered something loud and unintelligable about buying a pair of box-frame glasses and listening to Dashboard Confessional.
Javen reluctantly climbed off of the squealing boy, patting his shoulder comfortingly. "Cheer up, emo kid," she commented, "Your elbows will remain sexy, I assure you." With that, she was bounding towards the heavily bound (!) Potter.
The group of Slytherins (and one Gryffindor) circled him, like some kind of flock of sharks, hawks, wolves, or perhaps flamingos, if flamingos hunted in herds, were carnivorous, and enjoyed intimidating their prey in a silent, poisonously graceful manner. "What shall we do to him?" Calista asked eagerly, ignoring how easily this statement could be misinterpretted.
Adrian piped up. "Let's cook him! Shall we turn him in a spit or sit on him, one by one, and squash him into jelly?"
Potter whimpered.
"HE IS NOT FOR EATING," Calista snapped loudly.
"What about his legs? He don't need those," Adrian pleaded. "Ooh! They look tasty!"
"Lies!" Potter squeaked. "I am sour and filled with bristle!" Everyone ignored him.
"GET BACK!!"
"Just a mouthful?"
Calista lifted an axe and prepared to take aim on Adrian's head, but fortunately, Calhoun quickly grabbed at her wrist to keep her from making any more regrettably acurate movie reinactments. "Gimli Calista! Lower your axe!" Calista bared her fangs and snarled.
"You are both losers," Javen commented brightly, wondering where in the name of little fishes Calista had gotten the axe.
Kinsey, however, was not about to be distracted from the matter at hand. "Back to the point! How will we hurt this snivling little worm?"
"Shall I stab him in the face with my elbows?" came a little voice behind everyone.
"Yes, brilliant. Do that, Draco," Kinsey agreed, nodding vigorously, "But not too much. We can't have him dying..." Her eyes glinted maliciously as if the next line wasn't incredibly cliche. "... yet."
4. *sniffles* Seeing the little baby you helped raised be all growed up.
(Calista)
Caresse looked at Adrian. "Adrian!" She squealed. Adrian had appeared for her birthday party and Caresse had fallen in love with him.
"Hello, darlin'." Adrian crooned.
"Wheres Jordan?" Sarra asked.
"Jordan, son, come in here and greet your aunts." Adrian ordered lovingly. Jordan walked in, brown hair falling in his bright eyes.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Calista swooped down and covered Jordans face with kisses, just to be shoved off by Sarra so she could do the same.
"Hi Sarra, hi Lista." Jordan said. "Hello Fred, hello Draco! Ooooh, hi Caresse!"
"Jooooor!" Caresse squealed, reaching for Jordan. It seemed she had also fallen in love with him.
3. Witnessing Slytherins teaching Potter to stand up for himself...kinda.
(Sarra)
Potter squeaked and tried to hide behind Fred again. The Slytherins were having way too much fun.
"POTTER!" Fred bellowed. "IF YOU SO MUCH AS TRY TO HIDE AGAINI'LL PERSONALLY SEE TO IT YOU'RE PHYSICALLY TORTURED. NOW STAND."
Everyone kind of hushed down and watched Potter, each Slytherin with a happy quirk in the corners of their mouths.
2. The Quotable Lines.
(Sarra)
Charlie shook his head, "Don't we all?"
Mrs. Weasley seemed to have only at that moment realize that they were all hanging around in a wood.
"Back to the Burrow children!"
Everyone set off, Sarra walked over to Calista, who seemed to be in a shocked state.
"What's the matter?" Sarra asked.
"Sexy Scottish Quidditch God manhandled me offa Potter." she whispered.
Sarra struggled to keep a staright face and was losing when Draco saved her by putting an arm around Calista's shoulders and breaking the spell.
Sarra quickly jogged ahead of them, trying not to laugh too loud.
1. You Get to Play Marco Polo in the Dark.
(Calhoun)
"Because it's so preeeetty..." Javen said. She skipped ahead, dragging Calista and Draco by their wrists. Then the light shut off. The hall way was suddenly drenched in darkness.
"Marcoooo?" Calhoun called out.
"POLO!" Calista squeaked.
"MY TURN!" Draco whined.
"WHO JUST GRABBED ME?"
"EW. THAT WAS YOU?"
"ADRIAN! I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!"
"AAAAH! NO KINSEY! PLEASE! I DIDN'T MEAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAH!"