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Post by Sailor Phantom on Oct 15, 2014 2:00:27 GMT -5
We're doing a college rp. POST A BIO!!!!! I don't care if it's lame
Name: Rachel Description: hipster garbage. wears anime tshirts all the time. frog in a suit enthusiast. Short hair, hipster rim glasses, cool backpack. Extracurriculars: student government, if you want funding for your dumb club you have to go through her Major: business major LOL
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Rachel was just chilling out in the student government office, making posters and waiting for students to come in and ask her for favors.. She had half a mind to take her Nintendo 3DS out and play smash but she wasn't about that life at the moment.
It was a crisp autumn day at [CAL STATE MURRAY?]. It was still warm despite the October weather and halloween was just around the corner, students entered and exited the student lounge and she watched the people pass by her window, sooo bored, and the girl next to her would not shut up. Class was still three hours away. She sighed and continued to fool around in Photoshop.
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Post by netaro on Oct 15, 2014 2:21:39 GMT -5
Name: Frankie Description: Back to school, yo! Attended the Murray convention in 2010 and made the decision to attend his university. Felt like getting another BFA because why not? I NEVER make fun of my current one. Extracurriculars: PMC and Yoga sometimes. Major: Major pain in my behind, as I right? Just kidding, I'm an Art Major again.
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"You need your student ID to use THIS computer lab." The lady at the student union stated. Great.
Frankie wondered into Chip & Skip building, known for holding mostly philosophy courses. Within the building contained the Griffin Card ID window. Frankie's hair was a mess, but whatever. He needed to use Photoshop really badly and didn't have the key to the Maya lab.
Frankie approached the window and was instructed to sit on a stool with a blue photo backdrop behind it. The photographer warmed up his camera and ordered him to straighten himself for the photo.
"Okay say, 'Butt scratchah!'" "Butt... scratcher?" Frankie repeated in confusion. The photo was taken and after about 5 minutes of printing and development, he received his new student ID... with probably the worst fake smile ever.
Frankie sighed and walked toward the wrong hallway and ran into Rachel at her desk in her office. The project on her computer monitor caught Frankie's eyes.
"Oh hey Sailor Em--I mean Rachel!" Frankie corrected himself. "Oh hey LEON!" Rachel replied looking over her shoulder, "What's up?" "Nothing. I just needed a new ID to access the computer lab in the BSSU (Bart Simpson Student Union) to use Photoshop." "Oh cool! Can I see the ID??" She asked practically jumping out of her chair. "OMG NO!" "NO C'MON! Show it!" "NOO SHUT UP!"
There was a pause.
"...I can let you use Photoshop on this computer?" Rachel offered. Frankie liked the sound of that. "Okay FINE!"
Frankie surrendered his ID to Rachel.
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Post by Sailor Phantom on Oct 15, 2014 13:55:06 GMT -5
"Hahahaha nice photo, LEON!" "You shut the HECK up!"
Frankie debated on whether he really even needed Photoshop at the moment...and he did, omg. ART!!!!!11
Rachel moved out of the way so Frankie could use the computer. "I think Marcus is going to ask for funding for his late-night smash comedy, Purchase Late Night. You know, if you wanted to stick around and see him or anything."
"I-its not like I WANT to see him or anything...hey, why is his wildly successful college TV show called Purchase Late Night? It should be called Murray Tonight," Frankie lamented.
Rachel shrugged. "I know, but you know Marc! No making sense of his wild artistic spirit."
(i posted this in the computer lab at school! what a noob)
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Post by netaro on Oct 15, 2014 16:37:19 GMT -5
Frankie finished adding the top hat to his Lazlo painting focusing on Basic Lazlo Composition for his painting course. It only took 3 minutes before Frankie saved the PSD file to his USB drive. After closing his document, he surrendered the computer back to Rachel.
"Let me turn in my assignment first and I'll be back to see him. I'm sure ditching class at the most convenient time wouldn't be a problem at this school too." He placed his USB into his pocket and took a look at the clock. "If I miss him anyway, we can meet at the BSSU and eat or go Bowling for Dinosaurs or maybe even furiously Racing Slicks. He then turned his head toward a wall and winked, as if a camera and a studio audience were present. (They weren't present.)
"What classes are you taking again?" Rachel asked as she walked back to the computer and reopened her photoshop document. Frankie gave a list of his courses for Fall 2014 in excruciating detail and long-winded explanations. He sometimes does this to sound smarter than he really is and make him feel unique and special. His class schedule includes:
ART 304B - Advanced Lazlo Animation B ENG 115 - Rocko's Modern Life Fan Fiction ART 418 - Special Studies in Illustration with Emphasis in Camp Kidney Background Painting ART 335 - Joe Murray Children's Book Illustration HIST 209 - American History - The Fate of Frog In A Suit
"Seeing that this school's academic criteria isn't like normal state schools, I'm taking a bunch of upper-division courses in my field, but am forced to take a few lower divisions too." "Oh cool!" Rachel replied, pretending to sound interested. "Wait, what happened to your Anger Management course?" "Oh Kinesiology 420? They pissed me off so I dropped the class and slammed the door on my way out of the classroom." Frankie grunted.
"What's your schedule... SENATOR???"
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Post by Marc on Oct 15, 2014 22:58:43 GMT -5
Name: Marcus Description: Rocks a lot of button downs, with the occasional sweater or cardigan to mix it up. Tends to be overwhelmed by his work, particularly in regards to his College Emmy award-nominated talk show. He can be kind of jerk, but doesn't really mean it. He wants to take more naps but never does. Extracurriculars: He's an art student, he has no need, nor would he ever participate. Major: Screenwriting. Not Playwriting/Screenwriting. Just Screenwriting. Don't make this mistake.
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Marcus sits in front of a computer in the Lemongrab Library Hall, watching the numbers of his Kickstarter pathetically not rise. He's 0% funded out of a two-thousand dollar goal and his campaign is three days away from ending.
Marcus: Do these people not know who I am?!
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Post by Sailor Phantom on Oct 16, 2014 0:13:26 GMT -5
(omg marc...READ THE RULES OF THE CAMP LAZLO FORUM!!) "OMG we're taking History togetherrrrr!! Frog in a Suit FOREVER!" Rachel held up her hand for a high-five...and Frankie rolled his eyes and reluctantly returned the high five. "I LOVE Frog in a Suit, holy crap." Rachel thought about Frankie's schedule for a full, awkward minute before her eyes widened in realization. She looked at Frankie, mouth agape. "Omg wait...howww did you get away with not taking Bean Scout Management 101? Didn't your counselor tell you that all Cal State Murray graduates have to be certified Scout Masters? Marc and I are taking it together. How did you get out of it?" Frankie shrugged. "I dunno. " Rachel pondered this for a moment. "Hmmm...oh well! Let me show you MY schedule..." She pulled out her schedule out of nowhere and handed it to Frankie J. PSC 124 - Political Science with Emphasis in Fighting City Hall BS 101 - Introduction to Bean Scout Management HIST 209 - American History - The Fate of Frog In A Suit ACC 283 - Accounting with Emphasis in Beads "Anyway, it's almost time for your class." Rachel said as she pulled the schedule away from under Frankie's gaze. "You better get going if you don't want to be late. Although..." she tapped her finger to her chin. "I could give you a hall pass to excuse your tardy...I am in student government after all." Rachel gave Frankie a look "A hall pass? What is this, high school? No thanks, loser. I'll just be late, submit my assignment, and then go to the Hamburger Fellowship Club. After Marc is done with his proposal you should totally meet me there. Alright BYYYYEEEE." Frankie left to go to his class.
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Post by netaro on Oct 16, 2014 1:00:16 GMT -5
Rachel's words echoed in his mind. Did Frankie really need to take Bean Scout Management 101? Or was he exempt because even though he was technically after the Murray-approved expensive BFA, he was still an undergraduate. He considered the possibility of getting locked out of graduating on time and made the decision to swing by the Admissions & Records office after he turned in his assignment. As the jerk Frankie walked into the studio classroom, he was scolded by his professor. "You're late!" Professor Platypus (no relation to Edward T. Platypus; this is real life!) yelled as she darted her eyes toward him, interrupting the class critique. She teaches ART 335, an upper-division course that focuses on Joe Murray Style and Children's Book Illustration. "Uh... sORry." He apologized, placing his backpack down. He loaded up his assignment onto the Maya server and into the queue for critique. "Do you have your hall pass?" the professor asked. "What? What is this, high school?" "No, this is Cal State Murray University! But you still need a hall pass!" "Can I just get a zero for the assignment???" "Frankie," she sighed, "I'll... just let you go this once seeing that this is the first week of school. But you seriously need a hall pass, ESPECIALLY in the Visual-Arts building. We're not the Econ Majors, here." The professor resumed her class critique while Frankie just sat there in utter shock at the ridiculousness that is CSMU. After taking BS about artwork and technique, Frankie's drawing was projected on the screen. "Any words? Thoughts? Ideas?" Professor Platypus reluctantly asked. The classroom was silent until one idiot broke it with a compliment. "I like it!" the moron said. "I forgot to draw the top hat this morning and it was terrible, but otherwise it was a good 2-minutes of effort on my part." Frankie chimed. He doesn't really care about the art program at CSMU, but it kept him busy. Also having a BFA at CSMU would be pretty sweet. It would be nice to decorate the bottom of his parrot's birdcage with it. * * * * * The class ended and Frankie saw his competition: nobody. This curriculum was a total joke... and he loved it. Frankie packed up his things and made his way to Admissions & Records to get some advisement about Bean Scout Management 101. Was that course really required? It wasn't too late to add the course, but that would mean he'd have to drop another. The Academic Advisement room was pretty full. Most of them looked like incoming freshman whose mother's and fathers have made the worst decision to send them to CSMU instead of a real college I MEAN THE BEST SCHOOL EVER!!!!! Eventually Frankie's name was called and met with his counselor. Rachel was right... he HAD to take Bean Scout Management 101. Crap! He had to drop a course in order to add that one. "Which class would you like to add? I'd suggest you have a better chance at adding an evening course than an earlier in the day course." The counselor advise. "Let me... think about it." Frankie sighed as he walked out of the room. As he exited the building, a Heavenly aroma caught his attention. He followed the mouth-watering smell of Christian-made hamburgers coming from a tent in the quad. He had told Rachel to meet him at there at the Hamburger Fellowship Club later after class ended. Frankie sat down at the Hamburger Fellowship Club table, ate 4 burgers, and waited for that crazy crazy Rachel Ember Phantom.
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Post by Sailor Phantom on Oct 17, 2014 0:00:19 GMT -5
After Frankie left, the student government office was packed with students who wanted ID's. In between students, she would work on her photoshop documents and rock out to horrible pop music.
After about an hour, Rachel realized that it was time for her break. She clocked out and headed outside to the Hamburger Fellowship Club so she could chow down on some free food while learning about Jesus.
She spotted Marc and Frankie who were already eating, each having 3-5 burgers on their plate. Holy Clam, those two could eat.
Rachel grabbed one burger for now, deciding that if she was hungry after the first one, she'd get three more. She waved to her fellow mod and admin as she grabbed her food and walked to the table. "Are you guys going to the big game? You know, the one against Bartlett?" she said as she sat down. "Everyone's gonna be there. And they're giving away free t-shirts...I HAVE to go!"
"Bartlett?" Marc asked. "UCB, right?"
"Yeah...UCB..." Rachel sighed and looked wistfully to the side, eyes glazing over. "I wish I went to Bartlett... why did I choose to go to Cal State Murray anyway?"
"UH, it's because you LOVE Camp Lazlo?" Frankie answered her, kind of annoyed. "Holy moly, I am like... kind of offended right now."
Rachel sighed and rested her cheek on her hand. "I do... I do love Camp Lazlo...so so much..." she sighed and took a bite out of her burger. "Anyway, are you two going?"
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Post by netaro on Oct 17, 2014 18:53:59 GMT -5
"Probably," Frankie muttered while munching on some holy hamburgers. They were simply DIVINE, if you know what I mean! (And in case you didn't, let's just say it's not a dirty joke but rather a religious pun since the setting is at the Hamburger Fellowship Club. I hope explaining this joke doesn't kill it. I like to think I'm funny.) "If I go I'd probably do it strictly for the streetpasses."
"You're always in for the free stuff, Sailor." Marc said. "I like free stuff!" Rachel replied. She received a hamburger and took a bite, "Omg these are soooo good. Maybe even... DIVINE!!!" "Way to steal my joke, Rachel!" Frankie snapped. "You never made that joke! Shut up!" "Yeah I did! It just wasn't in quotation marks in this post!" "Dude, I'm practically an English major. You didn't say it out loud within the reality of this scene." Marc added. "Okay FINE! FINE! WHATEVER!" Frankie said while furiously stuffing his face with his fifth burger.
5 awkward seconds later...
"So are you going to the Barlett game?" Rachel asked, turning to Marc. "Maybe I don't know." He said. "But free shirts though!" There was a pause. "Donate a dollar to my Kickstarter and I'll think about it." "I'm not gonna pay you to go!" "Of course not! You're gonna pay me to think about it." Marc laughed. Frankie added his signature "OH SNAP!" to the end for no reason. "...But free shirts though!" Rachel repeated. "When does it start?" Marc asked.
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Post by Marc on Oct 22, 2014 0:56:01 GMT -5
"Kick off's at 7PM SHARP." Sailor said, that last word with emphasis. "And the Bob's Burgers marching band is playing at halftime; I know how much you love marching bands!" "I do not like and/or love marching bands." Marc says bluntly, taking a modest bite out of a Jesus patty. Frankie wipes his mouth with a napkin and proclaims: "Done. I'm full. What time is it now?" Sailor looks at her watch, "3 on the dot." "Three or so hours to kill, let's make like Tom and Cruise."
The three get up from their table without throwing away their trash, since they aren't about that life. Marc pulls a crumpled up piece of paper from his pocket on the way out.
"Oh I forgot to tell you guys, I finally got my classes." "Let's hear 'em, chump." Frankie says. "Well, I got Screenwriting II taught by Sorkin, The Art of Pendelton Ward taught by Ward, The History of Late Night Television taught by Fallon, and Business and the Arts by Madoff." "DUDE WE WERE ALL SUPPOSED TO TAKE BEAN SCOUT MANAGEMENT TOGETHER!" Sailor barks, jokingly offended. "Crikey, you go to a Camp Lazlo college, mate. Crikey, why aren't you taking any Camp Lazlo classes, mate?" Frankie says. "Just because I go to a CL school doesn't mean I have to take CL classes, I mean if famed alumni, cartoonist, and Lego connoisseur Tiffany can do her own thing, why can't I?" "I'm busting your chops, bucko. But in all seriousness, since you don't take those courses anymore I don't hear from you that much!" "I know, I know." Marc says apologetically. "I'm just trying to get famous is all, nothing against you guys." "Completely understand. The climb to fame is a tough one, for there's broken rungs along the way." Frankie says. "That was beautiful, Frankie." Marc says. "I know, loser." Frankie retorts.
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Post by netaro on Oct 26, 2014 6:39:26 GMT -5
The three wandered into Lemongrab Library Hall. Why a library would also be called a "Hall" didn't make any sense, but then again so didn't spending hundreds of dollars on a semester of online classes about how to draw only to get a piece of paper to be "Murray approved" and mean absolutely nothing. I mean, would you really put that crap on your resume?
It was a way to kill time, seeing we have 4 bloody hours before the bloody game. 4 hours. FOUR! What wacky hijinks can the three do? I don't know! At the library there were computer labs, mostly occupied by the poor folks who don't even have a laptop. The three sat together occupying computers 17, 18, & 19.
"Wanna read my fan fiction assignment for my English Class?" Frankie asked, slipping his USB into the screen. "Rachel does," Marc said, pointing at the Ember Phantom. "You SHUT UP!" Rachel snapped, "But for real yeah."
Marc and Rachel wheeled their chairs over as Frankie opened his Microsoft Word document, revealing his MLA Formatted Fan Fiction.
"And that's all I got." Frankie said. "OMG. Beautiful." Rachel complimented. Inside, she knew it wasn't as good as her fanfics. "Hah!" Marc reMarc-ed.
Marc and Sailor Rachel Phantom went on Facebook and Liked all the Camp Lazlo groups on there. After talking about Netflix shows that Frankie couldn't contribute because he didn't have Netflix and thus couldn't contribute to their super special discussions, the three watched various Youtube videos, mass disliking all videos that weren't Camp Lazlo related to kill time before the Barlett game.
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Post by Sailor Phantom on Nov 4, 2014 23:48:35 GMT -5
"I wish I went to Bartlett." Rachel sighed. "Omg, you SHUT UP!" Frankie cried, horribly offended that Rachel was basically committing treason against the great CSMU. "Yeah, get it through your thick skull, you go to Cal State Murray." Marc replied. Rachel sighed but kept on trucking.
"Do you have all the notes from the last history class? We went over the Great Kickstarter, I'm pretty sure you were there, though." Rachel finally spoke up. Frankie thought for a minute, debating if his notes were up to par. "Uhh...I'll like, get back to you on that." "Haha yeah, what are we talking about?" Marc interjected into the conversation. "You SHUT UP!" Rachel said, pushing Marc away. "You're not in our class." She then felt super bad about pushing Marc away. "OMG Marc, I'm super sorry. You're a saint. You can do whatever you want." "Think with yer dipstick, Jimmeh!" "OMG MARC...." Then the studio audience cheered as the three were freeze-framed and the credits rolled. College Rp!! is filmed in front of a live studio audience in Studio City, CA!
"Do you want to go to the student store? Buy some Murray merch?" Rachel asked "Holy crap, Murray doesn't need any more of my money" Frankie pouted. "Awww come on, Frank! It'll be fun! Come oooooon. C'maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. C'maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan," Marc added. "C'maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa--" "OH MY GOSH, OKAY, OKAY, okay. Okay, we'll go to the Murray store, holy crap." "Yay! ^_^" Marc and Rachel led the way to the Murray store. Go Titans Panthers Coyotes
Frog in a Suits? Peter Griffins!
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Post by netaro on Nov 23, 2014 23:38:27 GMT -5
As Frankie reluctantly followed the Senator and the Playwright, he began to to daydream about his incentives about attending CSMU. Was it the crummy INCREDIBLE art program? His love for Camp Lazlo? Because he wanted to brag about going to a school that featured Peter Griffin as its mascot for whatever reason? Or was it for the lolz?
The university itself was pretty expensive. In fact, the graduation rate at CSMU was a mere 4% with about 35,000+ students attending regularly. However, just because the dropout rate was a staggering 96%, it wasn't because semester tuition was expensive or anything--it was because the dropouts didn't have a dream. They lacked the motivation to finish with a Murray-approved degree. Despite the misleading name, CSMU is not affiliated with the California State Universities with affordable tuition. No sir! It was a Private university for aspiring students with the dream to make it big in this Rocko's Modern Life-esque world and is by no means a for-profit school. Murray would never sell out like that. Only those few who WANT to excel in Frog in a Suit academia enroll to CSMU.
Senator Phantom's and Lazorfish's tuition were cheaper than Frankie's, only because he had already completed his BFA elsewhere. So instead of taking out $69,000 in loans per semester and not being eligible for grants, he had to take out an additional $2,500 from his Chinese Food fund for a $71,500/semester. THANKS MURRAY OBAMA! Of course, the degree would set Frankie up for all the jobs in the competitive Camp Lazlo industry. He had to do anything and everything to break in.
"You okay?" Rachel asked as she and Marcus held the door for Frankie. "You looked like you were thinking about all the money you owe to the school." "UH... NO?" Frankie lied, offended.
The trio entered the student store and took a gander at the merchandise. From sweaters made from the tears of the third-world countries that make about 4 cents per garment to the cheap bumper stickers that read "Honk if your Horney" with a picture of Horney the Toad from the 2nd episode of Frog in a Suit.
CSMU's school colors were Red and Orange, closely matching the beanscout uniform. Rachel walked around the tshirt section admiring the options. Some had the iniversity's logo on them, some had Peter Griffin on them, and others had Murray's face with dollar signs screenprinted on his eyes.
"I wonder if they'll give this out at the Barlett game." Rachel thought out loud as she took a shirt off the rack. "And then we'll finally move on to a different plot point," Marcus added. "You know, you and Frankie should totally buy something."
It wasn't until the three reached the headgear section of the student store that Rachel had a Myspace idea. She pulled off three official CSMU beanies off the rack and insisted they all wear it for a selfie. The beanie was about 8-9 inches long with a pompom on the top of it. They were school colors and had the letters "CSMU" on the brim. Whether or not you choose to showcase your future alma mater on the front of your head or on the side of your head was totally up to how cool you feel about it. The three wore the beanies and looked at themselves in the mirror next to the dressing stall where the Liberal Arts majors regularly make out in.
"This looks stupid," Frankie whined as he always did. "Yo momma looks stupid!" Rachel Senator Phantom hissed as she took out her phone. "You shut the [FRONT DOOR!]" "We look like BFFs!" "Yeah, Big [Gently Caressing] [Alternative Lifestyle Participants]" Marcus responded bluntly, causing the two to laugh during the photo. Without Frankie's permission, she published the photo to her Friendster pals. They three put the beanies back on the rack because $39.99 was pretty expensive, especially since they were gonna need all that money to buy non-alcoholic beverages at the Barlett game in a few minutes.
The trio walked toward the football field because we need to bloody get over the Barlett game. Like seriously.
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Post by Sailor Phantom on Aug 18, 2015 22:33:05 GMT -5
The Murray v Bartlett game was starting in a few minutes, so Rachel, Marc, and Frankie walked towards the Bighead Stadium where the Peter Griffins were going head-to-head against the Big Bobs.
"Don't worry, boys," Rachel said with a sly smile. "I got it covered." She showed her Senate ID and the ticket people let them in.
"Oh, THANKS." Frankie said sarcastically. "Thanks for paying for our free tickets. You know, the tickets we get for free for being Cal State Murray students? The free tickets." Rachel scowled. "I don't appreciate the sarcasm. Why don't you go make fun of some leftover spring merchandise?" "Oh ho hooooo!" Marc howled. "Oooooohhhh!!!" Marc hooted. "Oh, go write a screenplay!"
"For real, though, I know the tickets are free, Frank. But since I'm in Student Government, I get access to the stadium box. With unlimited ice cream from Slausen's, and all the Yahoo! soda you can drink." They passed the underpaid and overworked student life workers, who handed them their BARTLETT v MURRAY limited edition exclusive T-shirts.
"Uhh...aren't both those things Cal State Bartlett exclusives?" Frankie asked. "Well, what kind of food is in Rocko?" Marc asked. "Yeah! What's in Rocko?" Rachel asked.
Frankie stopped walking in the middle of the aisle. "Oh...my gosh. How do you NOT know? Holy moly, does Chokey Chicken mean anything to you? Wacky Delly? I am SO offended right now, holy crap." Frankie was like, super offended. "Let's just...find your stupid box so you can just talk about how much you love Hey Arnold, mother goose."
"Oh my gosh, I LOVE Hey Arnold!" Rachel exclaimed. She did get a few dirty looks from the Cal State Murray crowd, though.
They finally found their way to the exclusive Student Government box. It had the best...seat in the house!
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