Walker’s Comments (group member since Mar 05, 2012)

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He smirked and pushed his glasses up. "I think they might come for you sooner than they would for me."

"My dear," he said straightening his glasses to come off sophisticated, even speaking in a now British accent, "I dare say that if I tried to publish my ramblings, I would be deemed most certifiably insane and thusly thrown in the loony bin."

A smirk ran along his face and he slowly looked up at her. "Many times we ask for things in life," he said quietly and sternly, "and we are not given them. Many times more we are given things," his gaze back to the ground, his smile still toothy and sinister, "that we never ask for." He sat silently a while then quickly looked up with genuine joy, "Luckily, this time I was given something I actually want!" He happily took the chocolate and began to eat it.

Woke up for a brief moment making more gagging sounds. The teacher came over looking angrily down at Dante. Dante sighed and pulled out three papers from his pocket. "There ya go teach, both of the assignments I missed from skipping this boring class the past two days-I mean being sick. Slap an A on em' and move along." The teacher looked over the papers, "Well these do appear to be A's as usual Dante..." then he got to the third paper that said, "look at me." The teacher complied and looked at Dante, who was now pulling one of his eye sockets down and sticking his tongue out. The teacher snarled at Dante and snapped, "Your mother would be so disappointed at the son you've become." Dante immediately stopped and looked down solemnly as the teacher strode off.

"Ah yes, feeling words." He stood up now and moved about the group making profound movements and motions like that of some great leader or public speaker. "I feel happy about candy. I feel sad about running out of it," with each sentence, he would adjust his posture and tone to reflect the emotion, "I feel indifferent about the black plague. I feel angry about this wonderous assignment," his hand striking a fist and his teeth bared as his emotion grew to a near tirade, "I feel disgusted by people's actions nowadays. I feel rebellious about the nation's politics. I feel fed up with the obsession of outer beauty. And..." He stood silently now, his fists held high as he looked up at the sky. He traveled around the group twice and was now beside his desk. This was it, the grande finale that his anger and emotion had built towards. "And now...now I feel sleepy," and with that he suddenly plopped down in his chair, put his feet back up on the desk...and fell asleep, glasses down to almost the tip of his nose.

Looked at them over the rim of his glasses and put his hands to his neck making gagging sounds to send them "get a room" message. He smirked and went back to eating his candy.

((hey my character's name is Dante >__<))

He laughed picturing the scene Blake and Evelyn were discussing. "That might actually make me hungrier." His stomach growled and he pulled out a candy bar from his pocket and casually began eating it. "Now if only someone was dissecting a chocolate chicken while I was eating this." Reached in his pocket then motioned as if he were pulling something out of his body through his throat, finally out of his mouth, producing gummy worms that he had got from his pocket. "We pull his guts out and eat them," he said trying to gross out the group.

He sat down closer to the group now, putting his feet up on the desk as he leaned back. "Now we're at an A+."

Smirked at her and got up to look out the window, too lazy to do any actual work. "Ironic," he said in his usual icy cool tone, "the black plague mostly killed white people. You think they would have named it differently."

He smirked to himself. "The black plague, it killed people. The end. There, all done." Leaned back looking over at her over the rim of his glasses. "I call that an A."

Dante sat down, as always, in the back corner, late as usual. He kicked back and relaxed so as to watch the "TV show" unfold. He looked around and waited for the show to start, for his entertainment to begin. "High school," he said under his breath, "the best form of entertainment"

Name: Dante Matthews

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Looks: (couldn't post pic so link) http://www.michaelholderer.com/Michae... Wears thin half-frame glasses and with thinner face

Personality: He's sort of a wiseman. He's smart both academically and street-wise. Great at giving advice. Talks in a cool calm voice. Though a wiseman, he's often not wise on when to be wise, often giving his two cents on just about everything. Tends to be sarcastic and enjoys dark humor. Looks at the affairs of the world as if they were a TV show.

Crush: Open, no love interest

Friends: A friend to all, yet a friend to none. He'll help any who need him, though he tends to distance himself from others through his passive aggressiveness and sarcasm.

Family: Mother was a nurse who was killed in a car accident five years ago. Loving mother who cared deeply for Dante. Her loss still pains him. Father is also a wise beyond his years guy, though he works night shifts at a factory. This leaves Dante to fend and care for himself much of the time.

History: Has always prided himself on his ability to underachieve, yet achieve more than many others. He frequently will show up late to classes or just skip them all together. Lives his life like it's a TV show, as a spectator. He's just there to speed up the plot, then sit back and enjoy.