Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20130724090620/@comment-26414442-20130809105219

Airmid instantly decided that she liked the bespectacled blonde. She knew she shouldn't judge so early, but the other girl seemed motivated and helpful, traits which Airmid could respect. The partial blunt unintended honesty... well, the truth always hurts, right?

Before Airmid could say a word, Bathilda spoke. Airmid listened intently to her words, before suddenly, she had an idea! She had to grab it by both hands – it couldn't get away, this needed to be said! She waited for a moment of silence to announce her spark of brilliance, before leaping up to stand on her chair like a king on a dais.

"Do we even want a pity party? Do you want to be regarded as a group of write-offs? And don't you guys... do you realise how brilliant this opportunity is? Consider it, then. We're a student directed support group, where teachers will unlikely have their say in. Candles will snuff out, snow will melt, ink will fade and the pendulum of life will eventually sit still. We're no exception. We just happen to have our death set out for us and have it replay like a broken record in our minds."

She paused for effect.

"If that's the case, then why are those lucky scumbags looking down on us, getting in the way of our happiness? We're no different. We just happen to have more knowledge on our future demise. We won't let them think us as losers! We held the stress of Death for this far! We're formidable! Unstoppable! Together, we can... "

Airmid let out a sigh.

"... we're... sorry, wait– I have no idea were I'm going with this!" she gulped. She had been attempting to be encouraging and motivating, before spinning off on a tangent. Glancing around the room, she hoped that no one was too disappointed in the bathos of her "speech".