The Daily Life of A Roleplay Moderator

[Please Note: This story is purely fictional, and is not meant to represent any of the moderators on RPGateway. It is loosely based off of the little mini-RP going on in the "Count to 50 Before a Mod" thread in the Forum Games.]

The red-headed teenage girl tapped her green mechanical pencil against the old wooden desk in front of her, the rusty seat connected to the old desk giving her an uncomfortable wedgie in the unbearably tight skinny jeans her best friend Ally forced her into. Her eyes, misty grey orbs covered by thick-framed glasses, scanned the room for a clock as the Spanish teacher droned on and on in Spanish that was slurred and unrecognizable. Before she found the clock, she smirked as most of the bone-headed jocks were asleep, their heads like lead.

"Señorita Foxe!" The teacher snapped, her beady eyes locked on the gray eyes now locked with hers. "Si, Señior Mazanares?" Evangelica "Eva" Foxe asked politely, her eyes turning from cold orbs to innocent puppy eyes in an instant. "Pay attention." Señior Mazanares answered, returning to whatever he had been talking about.

Eva returned her attention to the clock, barely reacting to her Iphone vibrating her jean pocket. She didn't know how she managed to get the bulky phone into the seemingly small pocket, but somehow it fit. She slipped it around of her pocket carefully, keeping eye-contact with the dusty chalkboard in front of her.

New IM!

SarahSmile: Yo SubjectCliché, still in Spanish?

Sarah Ballentine is Eva's best friend, business partner, lesbian lover, and her own God. She is often called "Eva's Stalker" by the other Mods, almost always being with Eva. Unlike Sarah, Eva is a freshman at the Beverly Academy for the Academically Gifted. Sarah is a sophmore at New York University, getting her Master's Degree in English Literature.

Once the bell rang, a chorus of sighs sounded about the room. Eva grabbed the homework assignment from the desk, something to do when she was up at 3 AM waiting for Sarah to come back from her nap. Her exclusive group of moderator friends was mostly insomnia-driven, usually caused by the RPGateway.

Eva pulled out her phone immediately, sitting on the hot and humid bus that she had to ride to her uncle's house.

To whom are you sending this to?: SarahSmile

SubjectCliché: Nahh cupcake, just got out of the Hell I call school (: Will log on as soon as I get home

The taps on her Iphone were unheard with yelling on the bus and the screamo music blasting in her ear. Once the elderly bus driver, with a hearing aid that picked up police signals instead of the sounds around him, stopped at Eva’s house, she thanked him and ran into the big mansion.

“Miss Eva, welcome home.” The butler, a young man named Elliott Manning, stated as she practically flew inside and to her computer room. She grabbed the headset from its special place and logged on to RPGateway.

~Later~

“Subject Cliché, Moderator, Three Years Onsite, Sign-In Voice Recognition.”

“SarahSmile, Moderator, Four Years Onsite, Sign-In Voice Recognition.”

“Techie21, Moderator, One Year Onsite, Sign-In Voice Recognition.”

“SKYLight, Moderator, Two Years Onsite, Sign-In Voice Recognition.”

“LeaderWriterRoleplayer, Moderator, Five Years Onsite, Sign-In Recognition.

“Welcome to Roleplay Gateway, Moderators.”