Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5041507-20140716001620/@comment-24857097-20140717230928

McKringles was a 16 year-old Filipino American, turning 17 in August. He is about 5' 5" and weighs about 150 pounds. He has black hair in a military-style shave, clean-shaven, and brown eyes. He was wearing a brown Jeep t-shirt, grey high school sweatpants with Navy PT shorts underneath, and black glasses. He was also has teeth braces, soon to be removed.

The teen was surfing through the internet as usual. As he surfed through the internet, he noticed that Monty Oum himself organized a roleplay. Kringles thought about it and was a little skeptical about the details. After a while, he decided to join in on the roleplay. Before he did however, he decided to post a status on Facebook about being part of an event hosted by Oum.

There, at least somebody will be aware of what's happening with me.

He was already logged in, so he stared at the blank text field for a bit before typing. He imagined himself as his OC at Beacon's armory room, preparing to practice his marksmanship. He was trying to go in-depth to where he was actually there. The more he typed, the more he felt like he was there.

Wait, this wasn't right! Before he can even stop typing, he already found himself at what appears to be an armory room at Beacon He was no longer at home on his computer. A moment later, everything turned red and black and Monty's voice was heard in the background, telling him about what is happening and why it's happening. A moment passed and everything was back to normal... for now at least.

8 people are dead already, this is not good. ''Fuck! If I survive, the whole world must know about this.'' Kringles took a moment to survey his surroundings. There were a few people in the armory and they were conversing with each other. He dug into his thoughts, hoping to find some answers.

''Take it nice and slow dude, you were typing about being in the armory to gather up your weapons. Now, where would Browning's locker be?'' ...

Locker 117, access code is 1997

That sound just now wasn't his, but he went on ahead anyway. Before he did though, he got up and looked down to examine his body. '' Yup, I'm certainly Mitchell Browning. Everything is how I described him: Army Combat Uniform, all of his gear, so on. I also feel as if I'm more... healthy and fit.''

He was about to head to the locker until he heard a female voice screaming just outside. It was a little muffled, but he can hear the words clearly.

"Amet! Amet! Amet!"

Oh shit! There's only one person whose boyfriend is Amet!

He dashed off to the direction where the screaming was coming from.