[fictional RP where all characters go to Barry Coleson, kay?] [I'll be doing this in the format of the other site I use: Green is area description. Read it, please. After that, since I don't wanna double post, I'll have a long line, and my character's actions. Feel free to post...anyone. Please.] [n...

Toby chuckled. "That's a bit of what I've heard...hot or cold, not much in between." A grin now. He cocked his head to the side, thinking about his own home. He kept his thoughts away from his actual home town, though, for fear of another snowballing thought train of her and his old friend...

[...1:30...gyah...8:30 PM here ;P] Toby grinned. "I assumed you'd say something like that. I love this whole stereotype about 'brutal Americans.' What with football and all." He leaned a bit closer to her. "To tell you the truth, you all make us Americans look like girly men. Rugby.&q...

[WHAT?! Soda = lemonade for you? *DIES* Soda = pop for me. Some idiots call it pop in the East...it's SODA >< Anyway. You know, coke, pepsi, all those. ^^;;] First, Toby addressed the easy one. He looked over at Garret, stretching out his neck to see over the booths. "Some trumpet, but no guita...

[lol, good point...still...*shrug*] Toby listened intently, the whole way through. Two on one? And a girl, no less... Toby wasn't one to think very chauvanistically [spelling right?] much, but he did think in terms of...I imagine it would be called chivalry, or just honor. A two-on-one was never goo...

Toby grinned a bit, sitting down on the seat. He stretched his back a bit, and then leaned forwards a bit. His usual sitting posture, especially when talking to someone. Getting used to the whole idea of being able to talk about his own death, he took the question easily. His head dropped a bit, and...

Toby failed to notice the new entrances, so entranced he was in the reading. And he wasn't even that far in. Just past Dodd's start. My god...I'm happy I didn't get to take part in this game. He'd quickly read over all the introduction stuff, including what was in the handbook. Scary shit. "Dod...

[dude, you all put my posts to utter shame...whoa...] And I don't even know these people...why am I here with this lot? An Aetheist (or Agnostic? he never decided) at heart, he had always thought being dead meant you're DEAD. Well, apparently not. Strange. "This is an interesting afterlife, tho...

Toby looked at Art, finally seeming to have something that sounded normal. That was gettin' wierd...everyone so proper...clean mouthed...after DYING? Well... He stood, and stepped out from his seat. He looked at Art again. "So, where's Dodd now?" Toby had a habit of referring to those he d...

Toby heard Nanami now, turning his head. He was still in a daze...he really wondered how he died. "Well...I guess..." As she talked about how she had died, he blinked. Talk about a mood killer. For some reason, the image of her came to mind...but trying to kill someone in this game. "...

Toby would have choked to death on his drink, hearing them. Had he been drinking. Which is all terribly ironic and all, him BEING DEAD. He looked at Art, grinning a bit, just to feel less uneasy. "Um...I'm Toby...I'd say nice to meet you, but..." He looked at the betting area, and back to ...

Toby blinked. He decided to check something. Namely, his damn PULSE. He reached up, placing two fingers just in the right spot for pulse checking... His eyes snapped open. He'd always been able to find a bit of one, but now...none. No pulse at all. He yanked his left sleeve back, ripping it slightly...

Toby shook his head. He couldn't believe it. He was crazy, he thought. Toby had snapped. There's no way anyone'd do that...and, besides, I can't be dead. I'm breathing. He grinned a bit at him. "Okay, jokes over. Which of my 'friends' put you up to th---" From the corner of his eyes, he no...

Toby's head slowly moved from Cole [and the TV], to the odd voice beside him. He was shaking now; he had no coherent memory of said event, beyond talking ...and slitting. Something about falling, though....odd. He shook it off, looking at Alan. "...excuse me? I did what?" He couldn't belie...

[Hmm, I'll join in now. >>; When Toby dies for real [ya, I know it'll happen soon XD], I'll just ...make Toby disappear and reappear. XD] The boy's neck hurt, badly at that. It felt like a paper cut from the deepest, darkest reaches of Hell itself. It hurt like a sunovabitch. He lifted his head from...