Snippet #810508

((Hello ppl, do u mind if i join this RP?I have already posted my hero: Roger Huster))

As he left the boat, his large, rubber boots stamped in a small puddle of water. Now they were wet and, as he walked forward, they started making an annoying noise that only wet rubber boots can do. His green military-like pants were as clean and dry as his sleevless T-shirt. Huster didnt sweat. Stones dont sweat. The strong, 16 years old man inside that T-shirt would hardly go unnoticed. His whole body was fully made of non-reflective blue stones. His stones had an impure and inconsistant aspect, varying from Cool black to Cerulean Blue. In terms of shape he was much like a normal human.


"just dont break anything and try to smile. You are not a monster" he thought to himself as he aproached to the school entrance. Roger Huster was really nervous and apprehensive. Inside his heart he still felt as he was a monster and utterly feared not being accepted. "This place will be full of monsters like you, being a monster is normal here", his mind was trying to convince his heart. Huster transverssed now the main gates, entering the front garden. He could see the school doors widely open a few steps from him. Once inside he scanned the area with his eyes. "they are all normal" he thought with disillusion as he saw some students. Huster was expecting a place loaded of bizzare creatures with the most awkward features. After that a new wave of fear bashed in his heart, but no one else could realize that. His face was emotionless but he was tense and the noise of his boots had intensified as he walked on the marble.


Huster headed towards an old woman behind a counter who seemed to be a secretary and than he stood in a kind of military halt stance."Now smile" he thought, whithout smiling. He almost did a salute gesture but than remembered; "Crap, i am not in the army anymore". "Hi I am..." he tried to say his name before being interrupted. "Roger Huster, i know. Just sign here." she said with a grumpy voice. He signed, she took the papers and said; "Battle Training started 10 minuts ago, you are late and will be penalised". "But i just..." he tried. "Rules are rules. The arena is the number seven." she replied with the same ill-tempered voice, pointing at the huge map at the wall behind her". Huster stared at the map, trying to memorize the way and than broke away to the arena. "rules are rules after all" he thought.