Ginger Silverstein
September 24, 2006 12:52 AM
Uber boredom... by Ginger Silverstein
It was only a matter of time before Ginger had read all of the comics of hers that she brought from home, and got for Christmas. Quidditch wasn't seeming to be going anywhere this year, there had not been any games, and there weren't very many practices this year either. She didn't really care, but quidditch was something for her to do. Ginger liked to keep herself occupied, nothing really good came out of boredom. Whenever she would get bored she would think of her family and miss them, or she would just get deprsesed because of how socially uncomfortable she felt in her house sometimes. Seeing how immature some of her housemates could be, it kind of caused her to be a little less outgoing because she felt less uncomfortable in her house by every passing day. She was already uncomfortable in her house to begin with, and the firsties were making it worse. The fact that her grandmother completely disowned her didn't make things much better either.She had nothing to do at all today, she didn't feel like drawing, and she had already wrote to her family the night before. She sat there in Cascade hall with a black Zelda hoodie on with a couple black streaks in her hair.
She blew on her hot Japanese prepared soup before she took a spoonful into her mouth. She cringed a little bit from the hot of the soup. She rested her head against her hand, and sighed. She hadn't seen any of the friends she had made last year, or talked to anyone unless they were in class together.
She remembered the duel that she saw between her housemates in the begining of the second half of the term. Part of her was miserable that they didn't blow each other away.
She sighed again, and took another sip of her soup, waiting for opportunity to arise to occupy herself with something, or talk to someone.\n\n
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Zack Dill
September 29, 2006 9:27 AM
Yo, Ginge! by Zack Dill
OOC: I'm assuming it's a Saturday. You didn't say either way and you don't seem to be in a hurry to get to class, so it is now a Saturday. BIC:It was a Saturday and he'd finished all his homework for the weekend already, didn't have Quidditch practice until that evening, and he'd even gotten over his mourning period for the Death of Pluto. Knowing Pluto was no longer a 'real' planet still brought up a deep welling of sadness, but at least he wasn't losing sleep over it anymore and he'd started wearing normal clothes again instead of all black. He had reached Acceptance.
As he was no longer swamped with depression over Pluto's demise and had finally been able to juggle his busy schedule of classes (now complete with the Ancient Runes elective), homework, and Quidditch practice to allow for some free time, he came down to the Cascade Hall in hopes of finding one or both of two specific people.
He had his bookbag with him and it was as heavy as it ever was during the week, but there were no class textbooks in it. What it contained was his sole purpose for going home over Christmas. D&D books. Seven of them. Player's guide, Dungeon Master's guide, Monster Manual I & II, the Spell Handbook, the Faerun book, and the three skinnier Class books for Wizards, Theives, and Warriors (which together counted for the size of one more book, even if they individually cost the same as the larger hardcovers). There were also a couple pads of blank paper. The front pouch was full of mechanical pencils and a lot of dice in a variety of sizes, colors, and numbers of faces.
Today was the day he was going to make freezing his butt off in Detroit worth it.
He had thought about waiting for Guenther in the Aladren Commonroom, or even the Library, but Ginger wasn't allowed in the Commonroom, and he wasn't sure a library was really the best place to start a D&D campaign.
So he lugged all his D&D stuff (which weighed nearly as much as he did) down to the Cascade Hall where he would plant himself until Guenther and Ginger showed up. They had to eat, so they'd be here at some point.
As he looked around the room, he found that he would even need to wait for Ginger. "Yo, Ginger!" he called over to her as he crossed to her table, so she wouldn't decide to get up and leave before noticing he was coming to join her. Zack was necessarily moving rather slower than normal because his bag was insanely fat and heavy and he'd already banged into one chair on his way through the library. With his center of balance so far from its normal location, only the empty table next to the chair had kept him from falling flat on his face on the floor.
There weren't nearly as many empty tables here, so he moved slowly and carefully between them. Knocking himself off-balance had been embarrassing enough with no witnesses.
He made it there without incident, though, and dropped the bag with a loud thud onto Ginger's table, and making the whole table tremble breifly under the new and sudden weight. He grinned at her, announcing proudly, "I bring D&D books."\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Ginger Silverstein
September 30, 2006 9:02 PM
:) Yep that's me.. by Ginger Silverstein
OOC: It's all good :).BIC: She took another sip of her soup before she heard a familar voice. "Yo, Ginger!" She looked over, and at first she didn't see who it was until she saw Zack's short (yet a little taller than her) form with his bookbag make his way to the table. She smiled when she saw him, and moved her own bookbag over to make room for his on the table. She had been looking for him for a while, but she never managed to be in the library at the right time.
She had high hopes that the D&D campagin would eventually happen at school. It would be so fun, and she was going to make arrangments to play it was Zack during the Summer. She just had to find a portkeye to Detroit, and hope that there was a way she could get back to Canada before she had to go back to school.
She smiled at Zack again before taking another sip of her soup. "Haven't seen you around in a while," she said sweetly.
Her smile widened when Zack announced that there were D&D books in that bag. "Sweet!" She exclaimed with a smile. "I might make a new character, or is that what we all are going to do?" She asked a little confused. Zack didn't really say much about what was going to happen with the campaign except for the fact that there was going to be one.\n\n
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Zack Dill
October 09, 2006 11:13 AM
Organizing the campaign by Zack Dill
"Yeah," Zack agreed, climbing onto one of the table's other seats. Normally, he could just sit on one, but today he needed the extra height of kneeling on the chair so he could reach the zipper at the top of his bag and open it up. He pulled out the players handbook, dungeon master's guide, the spellbook, the book on Faerun, and the skinny class books and put them on the table between him and Ginger. The creature books wouldn't be neccessary for character creation.As he unzipped the pocket with the dice in it, he added for Ginger's benefit, "I figure the three of us could each make two characters for our party and we'l take turns DMing unless one of us really wants to DM all the time." He looked around the Hall, hoping to spot Guenther's huge frame. "Hopefully, Guenther doesn't skip lunch today and he'll show up eventually." His eyes drifted to Ginger's own nearly finished bowl of soup and added, "And hopefully he doesn't eat even earlier than you do and we already missed him."
He then counted out six d6s for each of them, and then took out a handful of d4s, d8s, d10, d12, and d20s. "I've only got one player handbook anyway, so it's probably alright that he's not here yet. Do you have any idea what class and race you want your people to be? We should try to have a pretty balanced party. Were you there when Guenther said what he normally plays?"\n\n
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