Ridgeway Junior High; An iCarly Roleplay; Book One~ Crazy Random

(I guess. I don't really like three ways that much, but sure.)

I sat in the Groovy Smoothie, a thick book open on the table in front of me. A chocolate milkshake was in my hand and quickly disappearing.

[I'm sorry if I'm bothering you =( I'll just watch =)]

(No, it's okay. It's just that I'm usually slow, and then the other two start up a conversation and leave me in the dust. But I'll try to keep up. )

(I can make a new charrie if ya want. )


"Hey. You wanna bagel?" I asked.

I glanced up at him. "Um... no thanks," I said, returning to my book.

[I'm slow, too Ratty. I promise to think of you and I'll try not to go too fast =) Thanks =D]

I walked into the Groovy Smoothie for the first time. I had just moved here, so I didn't know much. I walked up to the counter. "Hi. Can I have a Blueberry Blitz?"

"No thanks," I repeated, pushing my glasses further up my nose. "I don't like pickles."

(Me too. )

"Okay... You wanna pepper?" As I waited for her to respond, I called across the room to the newcomer. "HEY! You wanna pickle?"

"Umm . . . I don't know . . . do you want a pickle?" I asked, pulling a pickle jar out of my purse.

"No thanks," I said yet again, rolling my eyes behind the cover of my bangs and downturned face. "I don't like peppers either."

(Oooooh, can I be Sam? I'm currently making forms.)

Name: Sam Pickett (?)
Grade (6-12): 9th
Looks: Long, wavy blond hair and brown eyes. Sam always wears pants and dresses like a tomboy.
Personality: Sam can get angry easily, and when she does, she's violent. Sam enjoys arguing with Freddie, eating, getting in trouble, and taking other people's things. She is also a tomboy.
Special Talants: Being random and funny.
Other: Fladoodle! (XD)

Name: Talia Grey
Grade: 9th
Looks: Dark, shoulder-length, wavy brown hair and blue eyes. Freckles dot her pale cheeks, and she has a very happy-looking face.
Personality: Smart, sporty, and kind. Talia has a tendency to worry too much.
Special Talents: Playing the violin.
Other: Fladoodle!

(Puckett. Close enough. xD)


(Accepted. )

"No, I'm good."

I walked over to this pickle man and gave him one of the pickles from my pickle jar that I pulled out of my purse.

"Yes, I would love a television" I started drinking the pickle juice from my pickle jar.

I shook my head and went back to my book and milkshake, deciding to just tune them out.

(xD)


She didn't like TV. Strange.

I shook my head in disbelief.

I pushed my hair out of my face and turned the page.

"hey" I said to T-Bo. "You work here, right?"