(just start and I'll figure out what the topic is) (oh and pictures of your OC would be nice :))

(Ohhhhhhhh~ So..... There CAN be fighting? (I is VERY violent. x3))

(Realleh? Chu were inspired by my rules? :DDD' *shot for randomly popping up xD* ..(btw, I'm DS.. This is just another account I made))

(yes there can be but seriously don't fight for no reason)

(Alright... I have an excuse then. :D Chey and her Brother are trying to kill their father. While on the OTHER hand, Chey is trying to kill her sister. :D So it works for meh~ x3)

(@RainbowOkakuX3 Yes, I thought you're rules were genius :3 and they covered pretty much everything :3)
(who wanna start?)

(I know I'm gunna suck at randomness...)

Tiffany:*climbing a tree*

Velma:*in a scottish accent*Think she's going to fall?

Chloie:*in a brittish accent*Yes.

Tiffany:*in a irish accent*Oh will you shut your trap, lassie?

Chloie:Blo-

Velma:Keep it Pg-13.

Chloie:FU!

Tiffany:*falls*OW!

Chloie:*smilrs in victory*Ten bucks.

Drake: Oh crap. Now I'M stuck in a tree.
Renee: Tell me. How did this happen?
Drake: Uh... There was a kitten.
Renee: And now where is it?
Drake: It climbed down.
Renee: *facepalm* Can someone bring me a ladder or something of that nature?

Robin: *holding vine* Here I can help. *to Drake* Ok, when I throw the end of this vine up, I want you to tue it to a strong branch, then slide down.

Velma:DA-

Tiffany:PAY UP!

Velma:Fine.*hives a 100 with out noticing and walks away

Tiffany:Oi, she ave you a hundred Lass.

Chloie:*does a happy dance*

Drake: 'Kay. *ties vine to tree* Okay! I'm comin' down! *faceplants*

Robin: *facepalm* Are you ok?

Tiffany:Happy?

Chloie:Bloddy hell yes!

Drake: Wha? Yeah. *gets up* *faints*
Renee: I think he has massive head trauma.
Drake: *gets back up* Ha! You guys totally fell for it!

Velma:*bumps in to drake*Oh I'm sorry..

Drake: Oh, it's fine.
Renee: Hey, ever notice that you always get bumped into?
Drake: Oh, yeah. *faints again*
Renee: Dude, quit playing.
Drake: *unresponsive*
Renee: Aw crap!
Andi: *runs over* Sorry I'm late. What'd I miss?
Renee: *points at Drake*

Robin: Fail...

Andi: We've gotta get him to a hospital or something.
Renee: Okay... Don't panic... PANIC!!!!

Robin: It's ok he only passed out. We don't need a hospital. He should be conscience again in about an hour or so.

Velma:Velma Macintyre at you're service.

Andi: Uh, do you know mouth to mouth?
Drake: Please! *jumps up and kisses Velma*
Renee: What the hell man!?!?
Drake: Oh.... Damn.
Andi: He's way too desperate.

Robin: I think anyone could see that.

lina: *rollerblading and reading* *muttering to self* and he charged towards the cowardly king and-oomph! *trips over everyone* *lying on the ground* oh sorry! *trys to get up but slides on roller skates and falls on andi* sorry im such a klutz! (this pic is not this situation)

Andi: Aw, it's okay.
Renee: *to Robin* LOL yeah.
Drake: Hey, don't judge me. I'm desperate, I'm drunk, I'm horny, and I smell like cheesecake and marshmallow fluff.
Renee: What the hell.
Andi: Maybe he is drunk.

lina: ugh! im so absorbed in my book i didnt even notice u! u know the funny thing about shakespear is during his writing of.....
am i babbling again?

Renee: It's nothing compared to Drizzy. He can go on for days about the weather.
Drake: Well, yesterday it rained pretty hard...
Andi: We didn't want you to talk.

lina: *giggles* sorry im sorta a shakespear freak

Velma:Oh my..*blushing*
Chloie and Tiffany:*run over*
Tiffany:Oi Velma!Are you ok lass?
Chloie:*looks at the others*In Bloody hell are you?

Robin: She should be fine.

Chloie:*glares at robin*
Velma:Chloie these are my friends...

(TENSION! x3)

(Whether fightin, or spittin, my discipline is
unforgiven
got you backin up, in a defensive position
an ass-kickin anthem, heavyweight or bantam
holdin camps for ransom, the microphone phantom
teams hit the floor, this the new fight joint
like a broken needle kid, you missin the point!
we dominate your conference with offense that's no
nonsense
my theme song hits, get your reinforcements!
we strike quick with hard kicks, duckin ice picks
bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you
lifeless
never survive this! get forget like alzheimer's
two-face rappers, walk away with four shiners
the raw rhymer, turnin legends to old-timers
my incisor's like a viper, bitin through your
one-liners!
new deadman inc. and we about to make you famous
takin over earth and still kickin in uranus!
Word life! this is basic thuganomics
this is ba-basic thugamoics
word life!
"i'm untouchable, but i'm forcin you to feel me"
word life! this is bas-
basic thuga- thuga- thuganomics
word life!
"i'm untouchable, but i'm forcin you to feel me"
You ain't advanced enough to process potential
phonetical concepts
the objects are foreign, like blot tests
sponsored sex, a complex, regardless of your finesse
or your fitness, it's the condition of business
your lame vision of a underground, physical image
you're underneath to undermine your whole, typical
image
with the precision of percentages, and the collision
of sedatives
poetry, beats, and mics - we untouchable
like righteous sluts with no crevices
streets unite, we rock right over dumber beats
yo' cats couldn't come this hot in the summer heat
forget two takes, kill y'all birds the first time
yo' best {shit} ain't, worthy of my filler or worst
rhymes
i'm better than nice, check the veteran stripes
leave you beside yourself with fear, i kill you, and
bury you twice
despite the cover of night, trackin your flight
like guerilla warfare, where the grass is dense
approachin me is a quick way to get referred to in the
past tense
dead that! when the light to mic is on
the crowd is dead like the intermission when you on
the titantron
Word life! this is basic thuganomics
this is ba-basic thugamoics
word life!
"i'm untouchable, but i'm forcin you to feel me"
word life! this is bas-
basic thuga- thuga- thuganomics
word life!
"i'm untouchable, but i'm forcin you to feel me")

lina: *long awkward silence* okay......

Tiffany:Lighten up lass, their her friends.

lina: *nods*

Chloie:Fine...

Robin: *checks phone* Crap I'm late for the football game! Anyone wanna come?

lina: i'll come! *quieter* if thats okay...... i dont have anything to do

Robin: Cool. I have to be there for my friend Naomi. Shes singing the National Anthem with Women's Varsity and she's one of the cheerleaders. I promised her i'd be there! LETS GO! :D

Chloie:Don't you mean Soccer?
Velma:Yeah...

Robin: Chloie, Velma, you comin?

Velma:*looks at chloie, raised eyebrow*Can we?
Chloie:If you wan-
Velma:YAY!*runs over to Robin smiling*
Tifany:*raised eyebrow*Has she been this hyper?
Chloie:No.

Robin: *gets call* *answers* Hello?

Naomi: Where are you?!

Robin: I'll be there in 10 ok?

Naomi: But I'm singing now!

Robin: Don't worry I'll be there bye! *hangs up* *gets on motorcycle* Come on! (Robin is 17 making it illegal for her to drive a motorcycle)

Velma:*gets on*You guys coming?
Tiffany:Lass, I don't think yo-
Velma:They left us to be with the WWE...they don't care
Chloie:THERE COMING HERE YOU BLOODY WANKER ARSE!

lina: *gets on motorcycle and whispers to robin* what does that mean?

Velma:It means...Well I don't know what wanker means but bloody means the F-bomb and arse means ass.

Robin: Ok? *drives to the game* Hurry! *runs into stadium*

Velma:*right behind robin*
______

Both:*jaw drop*

Chloie:What in the bloody demom did she just get herself into?

*get s there and they just finbished the national anthem*
Naomi: *walks off*
Robin: Naomi im so sorry!

Velma:*stays quiet*