RE: RPG: Pokemon: Terrors of Tomorrow! Sign Ups End March 23!
OOC: Sorry I'm on it!
IC: A young man enters the room,his blond fringe covering the left side of his face. His clothes are pristene but not expensive and he could easily be mistaken for a surfer rather than a Red Army recruit. He looks at the others who are all glaring back at his intrusion, hastily, he runs to his seat, tripping over his own delicate feet. He glances at the table. "Darn! I wish I understood what those blocks are for, always, always, always running late! Lucas, your a disgrace to the Merchanté name." He whispers angrily under his breath. Not wanting to cause a scene, he sheepishly edges towards the table, and eagerly awaits further instruction.
He glances towards a russian on his left, maybe 20-21 in age, he seems to have a Charmander with him. "What am I supposed to do?" Lucas says, hiding the embaressment from his voice. "Oh! By the way Меня зовут его Лукаш , whats yours? (The russian is: My name is Lucas)
OOC: Sorry I'm on it!
IC: A young man enters the room,his blond fringe covering the left side of his face. His clothes are pristene but not expensive and he could easily be mistaken for a surfer rather than a Red Army recruit. He looks at the others who are all glaring back at his intrusion, hastily, he runs to his seat, tripping over his own delicate feet. He glances at the table. "Darn! I wish I understood what those blocks are for, always, always, always running late! Lucas, your a disgrace to the Merchanté name." He whispers angrily under his breath. Not wanting to cause a scene, he sheepishly edges towards the table, and eagerly awaits further instruction.
He glances towards a russian on his left, maybe 20-21 in age, he seems to have a Charmander with him. "What am I supposed to do?" Lucas says, hiding the embaressment from his voice. "Oh! By the way Меня зовут его Лукаш , whats yours? (The russian is: My name is Lucas)