Wade, still in the process of standing up, gave Rozlyn a quick thumbs up before he started down the bleacher steps. He didn’t know what else to say to her and, if he were being blunt with himself, he didn’t have the inclination either. He didn’t know her. She was probably waiting on her own friends ...

Wade squinted at the use of the word 'groovy', but he was wearing sunglasses so it probably wasn't a huge deal. There was a benefit to that. For example: He won't get yelled at for looking at someone wrong. He figured that was probably a boon with Rozlyn, who he barely knew and seemed about as tense ...

…

Yeah, I’m lying.

“Oh, uh,” Wade started, turning his head to look at Rozlyn. “It was just some text my friend sent me. Kind of an inside joke. I don’t know how to explain it any… good.”

Wade shrugged and scratched his cheek again. He really felt like he was fucking the pig here, whatever that ...

Wade put his own phone in his own pocket, more just to mirror what Rozlyn was doing. He made a note to himself to hold off on the floor food though. Rocks tasted bad no matter what they were jammed in. Wade scratched at his cheek before looking away, since it seemed like Rozlyn didn’t care for eye ...

The sudden, jarring sound of music made Wade jump a bit. No more than he usually would when accosted by sudden loud noises but, in this case, you have the added issue of him writing about horrible shit on his phone. The phone which he shut off as soon as he stopped having his mini heart attack ...

((Wade Colter continued from Getting Ready To Rumble ))

Wade'd already eaten his lunch, leaving him without much else to do besides wander around aimlessly waiting for class to start. Said wanderings brought him up the stadium bleachers, where he started getting ideas he hadn't for maybe two months ...

((OOC: No worries at all Survival, I hope it was a good vacation))

Lopaka’s prediction of IShowSpeed getting a push in the WWE truly threw Wade into the deepest throes of despair, as evidence by the groan he made while sliding down the couch and onto the floor. The world was over, everyone was dead ...

Wade

Already got one for Juan, not much else to add unfortunately.

Wade finds Destiny irritating and may think of throttling him from time to time if he gets particularly bad (I.e, upsets one of Wade’s friends in some way.)

Don’t have much for Jeb. Wade is probably only vaguely aware of him and ...

My kid Wade Colter would like him well enough, though I don’t think they’d be more than acquaintances since Wade doesn’t know much of anything about philosophy, and idk how David feels about either wrestling or horror media.

Hi, I have kids. I’m just going to do one for Wade right now since Idk about my third kid yet and the relationships for Londyn usually start and stop at ‘has pissed them off at some point.’

Hunter

Wade and Hunter don’t seem to run in the same circles at all, since Wade is about as jock as a ...

Wade, arms still crossed, responded to Thomas first.

“Crazy is one way to put it.” Wade said before giving his attention to Koa. Realistically, past the heat of the moment, Wade could understand the trajectory Koa was laying out.

“Probably right,” He said. “My bet is that Cena’ll—”

Yeet!

“My ...

Rebooting…

Rebooting…

YEET!

Reboot Complete

“Logan Paul?!” Wade was flabbergasted, befuddled, and… and…

“Logan Paul?!”

Wade placed his hands on his face and leaned back on the couch, groaning as audibly as the couch itself did. “They had Logan Paul eliminate CM Punk?” He said ...

Yes! Opinion validated, that meant it was the right one. Cue stupid little fist pump. Now back to business.

“Exactly,” Wade said. “Punk’s gotta win it this year. It’s the only thing in WWE he hasn’t done yet, probably.”

Instinctively, Wade’s hand went to his pocket, looking for his phone. It ...

Hot dogs set aside, Wade had set himself… center… right…

He was on a couch, that’s all he could give you.

He’d been watching the TV when Koa spoke up. That was good because it meant Wade didn’t need to set the tone of conversation. It was a good ass question either way.

“Charlotte for the womens ...

Wade was inside when he heard Lopaka running up. He didn’t stop moving inside, just turning around to greet him while keeping pace. No use crowding the door.

“Hey, Lopaka.” He said, pausing for a moment to consider if he needed help. The verdict was no as far as he could tell, but he is attention ...