The Boy’s bathroom was littered with amateur graffiti, you could tell who was gay and who was here by the tell tale signs that adorned the stalls. Bobby Tillman wasn’t concerned about condition of a school bathroom, his mind was ever so attached to the satchel sitting neatly at his feet. The young male focused on himself through the mirror, finding a stranger looking into his eyes. Who was he? Bobby Tillman never stole. Bobby was the smart, secluded kid that boxed every Friday night and went to the movies with his little sister every Saturday. With a slow exhale Bobby turned the faucet on and splashed the seemingly comforting water, but it didn’t magically make him feel better. Now the boy was wet on top of frustrated.

As the drips trickled down his face, the younger male dried himself and glanced down at the bag. Amongst the sticky floors laid the light brown, plaid bag, almost inviting to the unkempt eye. Grabbing the lacey embroidery strap the boy pulled the bag up to the sink, once again pulling the zipper across. His motions seemed foreign, even to himself, almost feeling numb to reality. Bobby didn’t have to rifle through the belongings long to know that the sculpted gold jewelry laid at the bottom. Young Mr. Tillman wasn’t the stealing type, but he was a man of his word. The words of influence continued to ring in his head even hours after it had been spoken.

The shaken young male smoothened his gentle digits over the texture of the jewelry, remembering how his Art teacher would talk about her grandmother’s Holocaust history and how it pertained. The malevolent characteristic showed sympathy for the teacher, even so, a more malevolent entity wielded power over him to steal the beloved belongings. A lightened spirit bewildered by an outside energy, Bobby only had given in for the good of his family. The older classmate who had approached him made good promise that they could sell it. With the split earnings Bobby could put his share down for his mother’s rent, which happened to be due that weekend. The Tillman family was in dire income, the late nights of alcohol and DWI fines in which his mother dabbled in, weighed heavily. Without a father it all landed on Mrs. Tillman. Young Bobby shoved the jewelry back down into the satchel and zipped up the makeshift bag. The thoughts swirling the boy’s mind were distained at best.

A man had to what a man had to do, even at an aspiring age of sixteen. Young Tillman had another sibling to think about, there was right in all the wrong. The kid’s feet clapped along the ivory and raven patterned tiles, the ruckus from his smooth soles was almost inaudible. Tillman took pride in the fact that he was a small, especially because he was tough for his size. The youngster cared lightly about the messy door in which he opened, only thought about his movements. Thoughts even dwindled on how loud his heart was knocking, would someone hear that? Maybe they’d suspect his susceptibility and paranoia as evidence to his guilt. Maybe someone would think that he was hiding something. Maybe the principal would think he was cautious because he was on drugs, would search his bag, and undoubtedly find the Art’s teacher’s Holocaust jewelry. The thoughts crept over like a morning fog.

Guilt recycled guilt, and the cycle would grow.

Pushing the vivid drench that weigh heavily on his conscious the shaken figure assembled into the empty halls. The empty halls that seem to tinker on the brink of solemn and uninviting, like an open meadow a deer would try to avoid. Persistence kept his feet moving, even if it was reluctantly. Calming his nerves, the boy found himself at the door, looking behind him one last time. This wasn’t tearing a hole in an older woman’s heart, it was giving hope to a younger girl. The depths of his guilt were grafted, layer by layer, but the picture of his sister, alone in a Child Foster Care home, snapped him out of his repetitive stupor. Bobby Tillman snapped back into the reality of the world and shoved the school doors aside.

Tatana - I must say that this was well written. I found it interesting how you tried to justify what he was doing, though it wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I wrote the prompt originally. You did a good exploring his feelings, and thoughts, though you didn't go into much description on his looks. I have a couple things to mention to you, though:

The Boy’s bathroom was littered with amateur graffiti, you could tell who was gay and who was here by the tell tale signs that adorned the stalls. <—- I'm pretty sure you meant "who was gay and who was not"

Also, you use a lot of "Bobby" and "he" and "his". Try using other descriptive phrases to describe your characters, like their physical attributes, or in the RP, their bending, or lack there of. Overall, though, this is well done, just keep that in mind. Your post is ACCEPTED.

Roki's Prompt - You just went through the most disappointing time of your life. You pick the event. Describe your feelings. How you are going to deal with the situation? Do not use any other characters, just the one. Dig deep into your character's psyche; do not just scratch the surface

Two boys, no older than 13, circle each other, the humidity of the summer afternoon clinging to them like a second skin. Around them are fellow classmates, their cheers and prompts to fight become war cry chants. But to the two in the middle, everything around them fades, the sounds become muted except for the constant pounding in their ears as their heartbeats increase in pace and intensity, each waiting for the other to make his move.

Roki couldn't take it anymore. He knew he couldn't bend like some of the others, and he endured listening to jokes about how he wasn't special like the other benders. But today was different, one of the boys had said that he couldn't bend because his father was weak and could barely bend himself. He knew if he could win the fight, he would prove that he wasn't weak and neither was his father.

The fight didn't start off too well, then again it wasn't getting any better. Roki could already feel the stings of bruises beginning to form, but nothing a few hours in a warm bath couldn't fix, though he knew he would have to try and explain them to his mother. The boy and a few of the other benders laughed as Roki struggled to get up, "Stay down... save yourself further humiliation. You can't bend so there's no chance you'll win." Roki spit on the ground, but as he began standing one of the teachers pushed through the crowd that soon took off rather than chance at being scolded.

Roki made his way home, the fight left more than just bruises on him. His eyes stung as tears tried to break through, maybe he really was weaker than those that could bend. He looked at his dirt-covered hands, disappointed that he couldn't be as great as his father. Anger flooded his senses as his house came into view, what good was he? A boy who would need to be protected than be able to protect like his father did. He fell to his knees, his arms wrapped around himself, grief and regret beginning to take over at the feeling of disappointment and humiliation.

As he felt as if he were falling from how he felt, a powerful hand rested on his shoulder. He looked up and saw the one person he felt could literally move the world, he felt a pang of regret as he saw the look of concern on his father's face. Words weren't necessary between the two of them, just an understanding between a father and son.

"Let's get you cleaned up before your mother gets home. We'll put some ointment on the bruises and hopefully she won't notice. You know how worried she'll get." A warm smile replaced the concern, and Roki felt as if all the events earlier never happened.

After dinner, Roki and his father went for a walk, silence settled between them as they watched the lights in the city beginning to come to life as dusk fell. "I have something to give you. It has been around for years, passed down from generation to generation." Roki looked over to his father, finally noticing a small package his father carried that was wrapped with care. He felt the weight of importance as he opened the package, inside were a pair of tonfas, and though they had an air about them of age, they seemed flawless.

"Starting tomorrow I'll teach you self-defense. But what I teach you is not for you to start fights, it is to teach you to protect those who can't protect themselves." Roki looked up, hearing the words of his father knowing that things were going to be different. For better or worse, he knew that tonight would be the most important moment in his life.

The morning light hit Roki's face, causing him to wake up. He looked around, for a brief moment he thought he heard his mother and father in the kitchen, laughing and talking making his house feel like a home again. He quickly got dressed and made his way downstairs, only to be met with fleeting memories as the images and sounds dissipated to the emptiness and silence he became accustomed to. The dream brought back memories of a different time, and though he would have given anything to sleep again and go back to that place, he knew he had work to do. His fingers ran along the wood of his tonfas before taking a hold of them sliding them in their holders on his back, his fathers words remained with him as he stepped out of the empty house and into the new day, "Protect those who can't protect themselves."

Roki - Your writing is fine. There's not a lot of description, though, on the areas. You can't always count on your partner to do all that for you. Also, I have no idea what your character looks like. You can't count on them to read your profile, either. You also have a problem with the overuse of "he" and "his". Try using different things to describe him - his features, his bending. If that was the only thing, I would have gone ahead and accepted it, but it wasn't. In the prompt, I said no other characters "just the one", yet you have that character, plus his father, and some of another kid. This is also stated in the rules of this thread. It is very important to follow the rules, as well as paying attention to what other people are saying. With that being said, I'm afraid I'm going to have to say that your exemption is DENIED.

Hao's Prompt - You feel like you're being followed. Even though every time you turn around, there's no one there, you keep have this sneaking suspicion that you're being followed so much to the point that you would bet your life on it. Yet, there seems to be no one on there. Are you just paranoid or is there really someone following you that is just really good at hiding themselves from your line of sight? If so, why do you think they would be following you? If not, why are you paranoid? Keep your post to mostly sensory reactions (sight, smell, taste, touch, hear) and thoughts/feelings. No use of any other character but your own. In other words, no godmoding, not even NPC's. Dig deep into your character, don't just scratch the surface.

Officer Marley let a long nearly silent, "eeeasy Jack," escape his lips as he continued walking down the alley. Whipping his body around tightly he stared behind him, his hazel eyes wide and intense. After a minute the cop scowled and blinked hard to try to clear his head before continuing. "You're just being jumpy." He reassured himself in vain.

Most cops spend their whole careers without ever drawing their weapons. Jack had only been an officer for two years when he was forced to shoot three gangbangers dead. The mere thought of it caused him to reach up and rub the long jagged scar that marked where the knife had wriggled past his vest. Just thinking about it made him sick. He remembered the insensitivity of the detective on scene, his lack of respect for the dead men. Old feelings of hate and disgust awoke within him.

Jack stopped. Stopped moving, thinking, even breathing. For a moment he just listened. The air was cold and dry, but most importantly silent. As silent as the city gets anyway. Careful to stay as quiet as possible he kept walking. Jack felt excitement and fear enter his body simultaneously as he heard a rustling and the rattle of gravel being disturbed. Now convinced that he was being followed the lean well built officer reached slowly into the pocket of his green hoodie and and wrapped his hand around the handle of his .45. The warm rubber and cold metal felt good in his hands. Familiar. The officer pulled his hood off, letting steam escape over his short black hair. Wiping the cold beads of sweat from his forehead with his free hand he cursed internally. His neighborhood was crawling with the associates of the men he'd killed and he couldn't afford to move.

Marley increased his pace, if he could just reach the street there would be cover for him. He could make a stand and fight. It seemed like ages before he emerged from the alley. The policeman was trained, and experience had taught him well. Before stopping and turning around Jack positioned himself behind the engine block of a gray sedan. Peering deeply into the alley he ground his teeth as he attempted to get control of his breathing. Nothing came or moved or made a sound.

Jack Marley made it home without incident that night. As he entered his single bedroom apartment he immediately opened a beer and dropped onto his bed. Jack wished he wasn't so bitter, wished he wasn't susceptible to these paranoia attacks. The department therapist had told him his feelings were normal after what he'd been through. He'd been assured that his feelings would pass. Officer Marley sighed heavily. It had been weeks, and he didn't believe it anymore.

Hao - This is good. You do a good job of describing his feelings, though there is still room for improvement. I would have liked to have known what color his skin was, and his eyes. I liked that you tried not to use "he" and "his" too much. That's not something that we get very much here, so that's a good thing. All in all, good job, and your post is ACCEPTED.

Mounichi - You are about to go on the biggest, most exciting vacation of your life. Most of the time, nothing goes right for you, but lately, everything does. Everything seems to be going good, and you and your friends are planning on having a great time. Do you think something will happen to ruin it or will everything go your way? Describe your feelings and thoughts about this. No other characters, just the one, and that includes NPC's.

Kagami - You are a young adult living with over-strict parents. Your sister moved out ages ago, leaving you alone to deal with how anal-retentive they are. It's been driving you up the wall for some time now, but you're a good kid and deal with it... but then, the straw that breaks the camel's back — they ground you, for a grade under an 'A'. You're not allowed out of your house unless it's a family outing, and your television and phone privileges are stripped from you, and your computer and laptop confiscated. They've just left your room, dragging your 'toys' out with them after an hour of yelling, disappointment, tears, and 'your sister never was like's'. How are you feeling right now? What do you do? Only use your character, don't just scratch the surface, and delve deep into your character.

Hiyori Sato - You just went through the most disappointing time of your life. You pick the event. Describe your feelings. How you are going to deal with the situation? Do not use any other characters, just the one. Dig deep into your character's psyche; do not just scratch the surface.

A math textbook sailed through the air and slammed on a desk with a "thud' It's not FAIR!" He fumed. It was just one little "B" one a pop quiz! Yet they treated it like he failed it! So he got five wrong out of twenty-five questions! His teacher, if anyone, was to blame. When he was sick yesterday he missed a section of math and so today he got a pop quiz that he wasn't prepared for. His teacher wouldn't even let him take the quiz again. When he got home from school he went through the usual routine. Walk in the door, parents ask for every detail of the school day then they make him empty his pack and they look through every scrap of paper. When they found the quiz they instantly went ballistic, he couldn't get a word in edgewise. They said things like "How could you do this to us!" and 'Madeline never got a B!!" He instanly got grounded. that was all they usually did and he was prepared for that so the next thing caught him like a punch in the gut. They marched him upstairs like they usually did then thats were things went wrong. His mom heard him mutter how unfair the whole situation was and she blew up. What proceeded was a two hour long battle in which he never stood a chance. They then grabbed and unplugged all his stuff and marched off with it. They didn't even tell him when he was going to get it back or what he had to do to get it back. So that nightin pure unyeilding fury He plotted his revenge. It would start the next morning.... He woke up to his annoying alarm clock he knew better than to hit the snooze button. If he did he mused about half a minuete later his mom would come charging up the stairs and demand to know what he was doing. So instead he dressed quickly and quietly, he then made everything in his room look tidy and hurried downstairs. When he got to the table he quick grabbed his cereal and poured in some milk. His parents came in a few seconds later. They showed no sign that he ever existed he gave them a cold dirty look when they weren't looking. Typical he thought coldly it was typical of what they did. After breakfast he set his plan into motion. The first thing he normally did on a Saturday was go to a friends house but now that he was grounded he just went up to his room without saying a word to anyone. He rushed to his room the minuete he was out of sight. He went straight to the heating duct and removed the grate. They may have taken all his luxury goods but they couldn't have even thought about his spy kit he got last year by using his birthday money! He thought evilly. Now where was... GOT IT! he pulled it out of a box stashed in the back of his closet. He put on the headset and lowered the mini microphone into the heating duct. The duct did not go all the way to the kitchen directly instead it made a few turns. It didn't matter though he thought chuckling to himself. He could still hear them as long as they didn't turn the heat on. He turned the microphone on. He listened for what seemed like hours but in reality it was only a few minuets. He knew where the stash was!. It was in the attic behind the old boxes of family photos and other items. He also picked up on the fact of his grounding. His mother had decided to end it in two weeks. He scribbled it all down on a small notebook that came with the same spy kit. The last thing was that he would get his stuff back after he was ungrounded. He could wait two weeks. He would still be angry with them but he felt that he could wait for that time. In the meantime he would continue monitering from above. He was in the clear...

Kagami - Technically, your post is fine. There's a couple minor punctuation errors, but other than that, nothing that I could see. However, the post itself was shallow. Most of the post is rehashing your prompt. Due to the vagueness, this is necessary for us to understand. However, I'm still not entirely clear on why this is disappointing. Is it because his parents grounded him, or because he got a B on a pop quiz he was not prepared for, or a combination of both? Also, his actual thoughts and feelings are almost non-existant, and that should be a majority of the post. You also aren't clear on the question asked in the prompt - how are you going to deal with the situation? Yes, you're going to get revenge, but how and why?

I'm afraid that this does need to be redone. You can simply edit your post and then post here saying that you've edited it. For now, your prompt is DENIED.

It has been redone.

Kagami - I would like to remind you that writing in all caps in considered screaming on the internet, and there's no reason to scream at me.

As for your post, it was better. I still felt it could use more thought and description - cause I have no idea after reading that post what your character looks like at all. Also, try to use descriptive words instead of "he" all the time, like "the blond" or "the young man" or "the blue-eyed boy" or something like that. Also, watch out for grammar - the first letter of every sentence should be capitalized and also run it through a Word Processing programs to check for missing commas and stuff. Also, you need to format your posts. When you end an idea or thought, you need to go to a new paragraph. Having it all in one paragraph makes it harder to read.

It was not bad, though, but you do need to work on these things. Provided you do this, your post is ACCEPTED.

Kagami Inukage - You are a Princess, and only child of your father, the King. One day, both of your parents are brutally murdered, leaving you, their only heir, the new Queen. However, as the law says, only a man may take the throne unwed. If you don't marry within thirty days, your claim to the throne is forfeit, and the throne goes to your cousin, a cruel tyrant. What do you do? How do you feel? Remember, no godmoding, only what your character thinks and your character actions. Delve into your character, don't just scratch the surface.

Michiko - You are an extremely intelligent 16-year-old loner with low morals, without any friends. Someone a few years older than you, representing someone very bad, comes around and offers to give you everything... in exchange for you working for them. What do you think? What do you want to do? What are you feeling? Dig deep, use only your character, and do not just scratch the surface.

Michiko snickered as she entered one of the academic buildings a little bit away from the principal's building in the center of the ancient, Chinese-styled school. Approaching the archaic building, two stone dragons stood an equal distance from the path; a contour line would connect their heights if they were on a map. They looked to be exact copies of each other. However, inside them, a little flame flickered in their mouths, indicating that this was where students came to learn firebending.

The dark haired girl turned to stare at a bulletin, it had various papers connected all around it, but her eyes scanned over what she was looking for. Today was the day Michiko showed off her bending in front of army generals: Her plan would be flawless, her strategy ruthless and cunning. She would take down her opponent, and secure herself a job in the Navy. She would win this.

Creaking open the door, two people were already fighting. It looked to be two boys intent on destroying each other. She smirked, as one tripped, then fumbled, which cause him to lose, with a fire blast to the chest. That would leave a nasty scar...

Signing her name on what looked to be a contract, Michiko turned to look at the audience. Running a hand through her dark, tar colored hair, she looped it up, so her hair was in a ponytail style. Tying her hair back with a red ribbon, she noted all of the powerful government officials in the stands, and noticed what looked to be Admirals giving the winner a score.

A peculiar hand tapped her on the back. "Kill that winner. If you do, I will secure you with three more of these bags of money," Turning to eye the ancient looking stranger, she smirked, the girl with low morals would do nearly anything for a quick buck- Michiko didn't even have to think twice.

"Michiko versus Bako!" Michiko shook her head; she didn't get to face her true opponent off the back. Whats more, was this was a headstrong boy. His ignorance would cost him in the end. Turning her head, she walked to the other side of the combat mat to prepare for her duel. An Agni Kai was about to take place, so she removed the outer covering she was wearing to expose herself in a tank-top with netting. Popping her fingers, herself and her opponent began to circle each other.

Bako then fired a flare of fire towards her, which she easily blocked, her distance from him allowed her to see it coming. Firing off two of her own as cover, Bako then blocked those, as Michiko got in closer. The two than began what looked to be a dance, one fired a few hits, the other dodged and blocked then. However, the raven haired girl slowly inched towards the headstrong boy, and eventually, she sent a ray of fire towards his chest, burning it.

She pulled her hand back, smirking. Michiko wouldn't kill him, he was not the target. She sat down, smirking devilishly. The raven haired girl watched a few more fighters fall from her point. Reaching over the girl with low morals guzzled down some water.

"Jargen versus Michiko!" was finally called. Michiko stepped forward, turning her back, while her foe did the same. The prepared for the Agni Kai, and then hands were clapped, signaling for them to begin. Michiko shot forth a cheap shot, sending a ball of fire soaring as soon as she whipped around. Leaping forward, several more balls followed her onslaught. Jargen was good, but Michiko was better.

Feeling her blood coming to a boil, she deflected several shots, before ducking do dodge a nasty blow. Dragging her foot across the ground, a fiery wave lashed out, causing her foe to jump. The raven haired girl was then on her feet, firing off blow after blow, eventually causing Jargen to become unbalanced. Aiming her final shot, Michiko to him to the ground. Putting her foot on his chest, fire spurted out of her hands to much screaming from the man on the ground.

She left him dead, to the gaping mouths of those around her. The contract said to fight at your own risk. Michiko definitely fought at her own risk, along with others risks. She had prevailed. Grabbing her prize money, she sat there, waiting viciously, to the cackling of the old man nearby.