Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5041507-20140716001620/@comment-25584579-20140716184140

DesIsBluejay was a thirteen-something year old girl. Her height being somewhere around 5"2 and her looks in general managed to convince some people she was older than her current age, resuiting in at least someone questioning if she failed a grade. Her hair was short, the front being shoulder-length and the back short but long enough to tie. She tied her hair with a green bow on a normal day but with a normal hairtie while she sleeped.

She wore a light grey sleeveless shirt, with another shirt under and one of those tank tops under that shirt. The shirts managed to cover a bit of her jeans which were cut off right at the knee. During the summer, either she was barefoot or in some slippers when going to the beach. She wore a metal owl necklace which was originally a goldish color but ended up looking like a mixture of that and silver.

Bluejay, or Des, switched to one of her fourteen tabs. She loved to read about people whining about this and that on tumblr, but that could wait; Being one of the fourty-eight people in a roleplay, a RWBY roleplay, was more important than reading through the "Ship hate" tag. She took a deep breath before starting a post. Wouldn't it be awesome if one of those roleplays was for real? Wouldn't it be awesome to appear in a different world, one other than the boring world of hers?

But of coure, that wouldn't happen until someone invents something about that. Most of the stuff she wanted to be real were far from reality, and didn't become real. She went through many stupid phases of life, with each having some fantasy. She wanted to become a magical girl, then a psychopath, then... Most of those so far were stupid.

The girl sighed.

She opened up her eyes again, thinking of clicking the button and switching back to those sites. But there was one problem- She wasn't in her room anymore. She looked around and found herself in the courtyard. Ah, the courtyard. Seems like it was possible. Realization dawned over her. It did happen.

Worry was beginning to crawl in as she realized that someone would be trying to take her away from the computer. Pretty much everyone was home. And everyone would be worried about her. She hoped and hoped that she wouldn't die as the sky turned red.

She fearfully listened to the voice, fighting back the urge to shout. If only she had managed to re-paint her nails before she got caught up in this.

The voice stopped.

When it did, she took again a deep breath, walking over to the fountain and sitting down, thinking of the possible outcomes.

People would probably think she fell into comatose, or at least she hoped.

Maybe the classmates back in her world would stop ignoring her then?

She shook off the thoughts of them. She was in a whole new world. She wouldn't be worrying about them any time soon.