Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140725010650/@comment-26388029-20140726011144

A young girl yawned while reviewing notes for her next exam in History. The stress of the second semester seemed far away only for the teenager, clad in a neat blue shirt. Her twin cutlasses lay on her left, and a plate holding an assortment of edibles sat on the table in front of her.

The girl's name was Yara Aeriver, the Y of Team GRAY. On her right, Annie Celeste was having a arm-wrestling contest with Roger Pyreheart, and despite appearances, she seemed to be winning.

"Seems like you've got your plans for second semester all figured out," Grayson Terra said. The green Hunter was the leader of Team GRAY, a strong, lean Asian with shaggy, black hair.

"And it looks like you don't," replied Yara with a smirk as she turned to her leader.

"I've already read my notes, actually. Before we had, you know, lunch." He took a bite of his sandwich. "Speaking of which..." Grayson looked at the huge watermelon sitting in the middle of the table. "Roger, are you actually going to eat all of that?"

"Planning to," grunted the red Hunter, sweat beading up on his arms.

"She's beating you, you know," teased Yara in a sing-song voice. "Know better than to do an arm-wrestling contest with an archer."

"Oh, shut up."

"Still, I can't believe you bought that monster." Yara absentmindedly pushed the giant green fruit on a tray. "Instead of a balanced, normal lunch."

"Shut up."

"You know, there were lots of other things that you could've done to beat Annie. A dash. A high jump. Heck, even a spar. But an arm-wrestling contest?"

"Yara..." warned Grayson. Yara, ignoring the leader, charged right on.

"As I said before, archers have a massive amount of arm strength. You should've known that from the start! It's common knowledge-"

"SHUT UP!" Roger, in a burst of anger and frustration, slammed Annie's arm down on the table.

Right onto the edge of a tray. Thing was, it was the tray that was holding the watermelon. The fruit was sent flying high into the air of the dining hall, tracing a parabolic path towards a red-headed, muscular teenage boy. The whole of Team GRAY had their widened eyes follow the green globe, which landed perfectly on the top of the aforementioned boy's head, and subsequently exploded in a mess of green fragments and red mush.

For a moment, the four were frozen in place, processing what just happened. It was Yara who spoke first.

"Welp, there goes your lunch money."

"Shut up."