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Post by liz on Jan 19, 2018 15:39:41 GMT -5
I have JJ open if you’re interested }}
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Post by lazy penguin on Jan 19, 2018 15:46:36 GMT -5
Jaime Myles Washington// riley reply
Jaime nodded along as the senior practically begged him to take her. “Well,” he replied hesitantly. “Because you’ve been so insistent.” He paused, stifling a yawn. “If my dad decides to drag me along no matter my opinion, I guess it couldn’t harm to ask to bring a friend.”
However, the senior took him completely by surprise when she offered him staying at her house. He knew she had brother’s and the offer was nearly as scandalous as his mind had processed at first, but still. She must be desperate to get out, he thought quietly to himself. It seems like she’s really trying to get on my good side.
He let out a little chuckle as she ranted on about her siblings. Though she made hers sound absolute nightmares, Jaime couldn’t help but want a sibling. Anyone to even take to when he was home. It was tiring- having to call someone or drive to some shady place in order to have normal social interactions.
“You have no idea how great that sounds,” he replied, only half-sarcastic. “I’d kill for anything besides the stuffy silence my home seems to drown in.” It was probably one of his most truthful exaggerations yet. God, maybe that could explain a lot of things about him. He like dating cause it gave him something to do with his life, he liked sports cause it was working with a team, he liked school because he was surrounded by people, both good and bad.
Shaking his head, he forced himself to listen to Riley talk about her classes- a tad concerned about the difficulty of her classes. “Well, if you need help, ask for a tutor or something.” he muttered noncommittally. “But at least make sure they’re cute first.”
“Eh,” he groaned. “My classes are junior classes.” He couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at his impending doom. “They’re pretty difficult and gonna take a ton more effort than I'm used to.” He paused, running his fingers through his hair. “But if I don’t drown in the first couple of weeks, I’m sure I can adjust.”
That was probably one of the only talents the junior had. He was adaptable. You could throw him in any situation and though he might whine and groan in the beginning, he would endure whatever he needed to do to make it out.
Of course, that was the pessimistic outlook on his classes. In any case, they would at least teach him how to deal with a heck of a lot of homework. Nothing like putting up with crap to learn a “life lesson”, he thought dejectedly.
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Post by . on Jan 19, 2018 15:50:01 GMT -5
(I'll try to reply tonight but no promises. Although I did have a few character/plotting ideas that we could talk about in PM if you're interested?)
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Post by lazy penguin on Jan 19, 2018 15:52:25 GMT -5
(Sure I'm up for it!
And no rush for a reply, I just wanted to make sure I got a reply out before I forgot about it!)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2018 15:54:32 GMT -5
[ im interested sure, liz d: do you have anyone of mine u want me to use in particular? ]
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Post by . on Jan 19, 2018 15:58:47 GMT -5
(Sure I'm up for it! And no rush for a reply, I just wanted to make sure I got a reply out before I forgot about it!) (sounds good. I'll PM you because Ive still technically got over an hour before I leave for work but I'm doing stuff so I can only chat/plan Instead of actually writing)
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Post by liz on Jan 19, 2018 18:42:14 GMT -5
Whoever you want to rp }}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2018 19:21:04 GMT -5
[ think u tagged the wrong person d: but okay. do you want it anywhere in particular - cafeteria, corridors, outside, out of grounds? ]
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Post by liz on Jan 19, 2018 20:38:12 GMT -5
Outside! }}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2018 20:42:05 GMT -5
[ alright ^^ i'll work on a starter for you ]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2018 21:08:56 GMT -5
Kita Ayano outside the school. the photographer strikes again. starter for liz School was not Ayano's favourite thing. Was this a well-known fact? Probably not, no. He worked hard because he wanted a future, and yet he found himself becoming distracted by the smallest things. If something outside caught his eye, then he was going to look rather than listen to whatever the teachers were talking about. He was a straight B student through his laziness alone, and through his lack of attention in most things. And yet, when it came to his free time, he enjoyed to do nothing but read if he had nothing better to do. It was often the reason why his homework was never done; he just didn't find it worth his time, and so he didn't bother with it. If his grades were slipping then he did nothing to pick them up, he'd just try and settle them to stop them from slipping more. He never went up, but he didn't often go down, either.
Classes, of course, had been a bore, and he was honestly glad when the time for lunch came about. He stopped at his locker only to put his books in it, before he headed outside to enjoy some fresh air. He could at least have some faux freedom before he was dragged back inside by the bell to inevitably suffer through more boring talks.
His intention had just been to settle and eat - he had his stupid little tupperware box with sandwiches, but...a pretty bird caught his eye. It seemed to be completely unaware of him, pecking away at the ground. Was it a robin? The red feathers on its chest told him that it probably was. With slow, near-delicate movements, he pulled out his camera and took a moment to turn it on before he settled on his belly without much of a care for the world around him. Others did not often understand his need to capture natural beauty. Forests were his friend, but the random birds and stray animals he found in the streets were good enough, too. Ayano's entire focus was on this little bird, and it did not care that it was to be the next subject of his next photograph. There was no doubt in his mind that if it came out good (he hoped it would), then it would end up on his bedroom wall.
All of his best pictures ended up there, be it art or photographs.
"That's good," he murmured softly, as he adjusted his angle a little. The bird lifted its head but did not quite take flight, though its body was poised to. He managed to take a picture of this before it flew into the air, and he laughed breathlessly as he looked down at his little digital camera. The few pictures he'd taken looked good, but he wouldn't really know until he had them printed.
Alongside photography, Ayano had found that birdwatching was a hobby he enjoyed, too. It often gave him the opportunity to photograph more nature, and so it was a win-win situation. It fed his main passion, and it was fun to do. Admittedly, though, he didn't get to do it often - it was one of those things that he loved but could not do as much as he wanted to.
With the bird gone, he reluctantly pushed himself back up into a sitting position and leaned against the wall of the school building, crossing his legs. He turned off the camera and returned it to his messenger bag, before picking up the box of sandwiches and opening it, setting it aside him as he pulled out a book. The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde; it was, perhaps, one of his favourite plays - and on top of that, it amused him. That was just how it was.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple. He'd used that quote many times in his daily life, often to the confusion of his peers if they were not in theater or at all interested in Oscar Wilde's works. Ayano had always been an avid reader and plays were just good to read through - whether it be for future reference or just for fun. There were other books he could read, sure - and he did - but sometimes it was just nicer to read something he had slim potential of reenacting, one day. He wanted a school play on so many things, but it was almost inevitable that everything would be Shakespeare. Everything was always Shakespeare. No, he couldn't complain too much, but...well. It was hard not to get mildly frustrated when there were such quotable works outside of that circle.
He found himself getting a little lost in his head, mouthing the words of the play in silence. Ayano didn't really have friends, so being alone was not an abnormal thing for him.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jan 19, 2018 23:22:28 GMT -5
Maverick - Noboru - Beau
While getting generally good grades, Maverick was not known for being the most attentive in class. Sure, he wrote down notes and listened to the lecture, but most of the time he was zoning out, and he was lucky that this habit was never too obvious. He'd never been called out on it, never been chastised, and while he hoped it would stay that way, his good pal behind him was starting to grate on his every nerve. Noboru had taken it upon himself to stick his long, twiggy legs underneath Maverick's seat, and would occasionally give him a light kick. Maverick spent the entire latter half of the class swerving around in his chair to give Noboru his best evil eye, to which Noboru would respond with an innocent, eyelash-batting look. Maverick was no snitch, but part of him wanted to rat Noboru out just to get sweet revenge on this boy that he was only seconds away from strangling with his bare hands. That was just how friendship was sometimes- you love 'em, but you also wanted to kill 'em. Maverick wasn't entirely certain that that was the best way to view things, but within his group of friends it was just the way it was. There was no telling what sort of stuff they would pull next, even if he was often involved. It was better to have a thick skin around them otherwise you would break pretty easily. While Mav did not break easily, in this moment he was certain he would shatter and he hoped his pieces would stab Noboru right through the heart. The bell rang, graciously freeing Mav from the hellscape he was trapped in. He smacked Noboru on the back of his head as he got up from his seat, dragging his backpack up with him. Noboru yelped and let out a sheepish laugh, rubbing the spot before following Maverick out of the room, tucking his hands into his pockets. "I was just doing you a favor! You sort of looked like you were going to fall asleep," he insisted with a gesture of his hands, smug look still stuck on his face. "What if the teacher would've caught you?"Mav grumbled under his breath as he pushed through the crowd, heading for the lunch room. Arguing with Noboru was a fruitless effort. "Next time you do it i'm breaking your ankles," he said casually, waving to some of his friends from the team as they passed. On the outside, Mav probably didn't look like he fit in with his particular choice of friend group, but when they were all together it was easy to see they had this dynamic that was hard to find in close-knit cliques. Noboru merely scoffed at his threat, trailing off towards the line to use the microwave. "Not if I break your arms first!" he called out to him, to which Mav gave him the finger in return and disappeared into the lunch line. It wasn't long before the two finally made their way over to the group's table, Noboru plopping down beside Leo and Mav taking a seat next to Nate, an equally safe distance from Leo's swift, thieving hands. The expression on Noboru's face had turned to one of horror now that he was seated, staring at the tupperware his lunch was in, which frankly, looked like it had exploded in the microwave. Nonetheless, he sort of just shrugged and started eating it. "First day back in prison, how's everyone feel?" he asked too cheerfully. Mav grumbled around a mouthful of food, but otherwise said nothing. Almost being late this morning did nothing to improve his move, and having to wait so many months for baseball season aka the only part of school that he actually liked made him sour. He made a vague gesture with his fork mimicking stabbing himself in the neck. Meanwhile, Beau had taken his sweet time showing up. It wasn't entirely unusual of course- his punctuality was questionable at best when it came to school functions unless there was something actually important going on, like a riot or free breakfast. Lunch hours gave him no sense of urgency, so he generally showed up whenever he wanted. He went unnoticed for the most part in the hallways, and took his time going to his locker to grab whatever he'd stuffed in there for lunch. Which, as it turned out, was practically nothing- a probably flat can of mango soda, and a granola bar. Well. Sleep deprivation did not go well with packing a proper lunch, it seemed. The only other good part of lunch was being able to see his friends that weren't in his classes, and considering many of them hadn't been around during the summer he had missed them quite a bit. Even with his lateness, he often tried to wait for Jean by his class before heading to the cafeteria, but considering he had no idea of Jean's schedule yet (no response to his text), he just gathered up his meager meal into his arms and made his way into the cafeteria which had already filled out. He strolled up to the group's table without much entrance, plopping down and immediately popping open his soda with a satisfying chk. As tired as he felt, he had a casual air about him as he took a sip and laid down, taking up the whole bench. "Education was a mistake."
ᴏᴡʟ & L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ
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Post by liz on Jan 20, 2018 10:41:38 GMT -5
Jacquelyn Russell Jurell JJ was the first to leave math class, practically flying out of the god forsaken place and headed to her locker. She was good in math, the number spoke to her and she had had a tutor since she nearly failed Pre-Calc last year, but her teacher was so disrespectful that all JJ wanted to do was give him a piece of her mind. Today he had called out a peasant who was just barely passing his class and made her cry as he humiliated her in front of the class. She loved CHS but she knew the school wouldn’t care because he was the most qualified teacher in the county and they praised themselves in having the best teachers in the state. JJ was itching to kick something hard or maybe hit something until her frustrations died down but last time she skipped lunch and headed to the gym she didn’t eat until she got home from practice and nearly threw up. She’d wait until she was in gym and then go ballistic on the punching bags, she decided as she grumbled angrily to herself.
JJ was naturally a happy person, she went out of her way to make people smile but she despised people like Mr. Malcom who had not a single ounce of kindness in his soul. Sure, she got annoyed at refs who made bad calls but she did that for the game, the anger would drive her to work harder. But in this case, she felt powerless and that was a horrible feeling. She couldn’t get in trouble at school, she’d miss practice and her dad would kill her. Maybe she’d just find the girl and comfort her or make her some cookies. Switching her books out, she grabbed her lunch and slammed her locker shut. If she had been humiliated, she would switch out of the class and pretend like nothing ever happened and JJ was sure that was exactly what that peasant girl would do. Groaning, from both her hopelessness and her sore muscles from that morning’s work out, JJ decided to take the long away to lunch so she had time to cool off before she made it to her table; she hated being so upset. Putting her earbuds in, she played MAGIC GIANT and forced herself to smile, knowing soon enough she’d be happy again.
She loved the outdoors. She never really gets to appreciate it enough, she’s always running and never gets to stop and smell the flowers. Walking slowly, she hummed along to the gentle music she’d often get up and dance to and tried to take in everything. Why didn’t they sit outside for lunch? She’d have to invite the Knights to join her outside, they were her closest friends after all. She’d worn her royal blue Chelsea jersey with Lampard’s name and number on the back with leggings that made her butt look decent and her new blue tennis shoes. She may not be a the girliest girl at times, but JJ knew how to look good while still being her sporty comfortable self. Lost in her thoughts, JJ nearly missed the boy sitting by himself, a camera sitting beside him as he seemed to be stuck in his own little world as he read one of her favorite Oscar Wilde plays. Her AP Lit teacher had introduced her to theatre a year ago and JJ had been hooked ever since. She told herself to keep walking, she knew he probably wanted to be left alone but how could she walk by someone reading a favorite play of hers and not quote it.
Pulling her earbuds out of her ear, she watched the boy mouth what he was reading and smiled when she realized where he was. Lip reading was a talent she obtained in order to know the other team’s strategies, a trick her mother taught her when she had started playing football. JJ stopped right in front of the boy and paused her music. Smiling, she said waited until she was sure of where he was in the book before saying softly as to not startle him, “All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.” She was smiling, proud of her small accomplishment of surprising the boy who was now staring up at her in surprise and was happy to know she was happy once more. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. Oscar Wilde is a favorite of mine and when I realized you were still on Act One when Lady Bracknell leaves after Jack is unable to prove his inheritance, I couldn’t help but jump in! That line is just perfectly written, Wilde is clever with his foreshadowing and every time I read the book that line always gets me.” Realizing she had gotten quite excited, she cleared her throat and said, “I’m Jacquelyn, through only my mother calls me that.”
@borderline
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2018 14:50:52 GMT -5
Kita Ayano outside the school. people see what i want them to see. reply to liz
His thumb absently brushed against the side of the page, body shifted somewhat protectively over the messenger bag that hid his camera from the world. Though Ayano was not a secretive person, he was also not the type who could be ready easily. An actor with emotions that were hidden and exaggerated, a happy face on a sad day, a neutral face on a good day. People did not follow his train of thoughts and he rarely reacted as they expected him to - he was a boy of mystery and intrigue, someone who could be lying and nobody would know. He was an actor, through and through. It was something that he'd trained himself to do and then some others had helped; he was good at leading roles due to it.
When a girl's voice interrupted him, he flicked a glance up and raised an eyebrow, before he looked down to his book again. Interruptions weren't what annoyed him. Frankly, he wasn't even bothered; it was no surprise that someone else read Oscar Wilde (well; perhaps mild surprise for the Head Knight to know or care, but his face remained neutral). He turned his page before he dogeared the page and closed his book, resting his arm over the cover and tilting his head back to look at her.
"Actually," he said, "I'm on Act Two. Algernon has disguised himself as Ernest, and he's talking with Cici about how 'wicked' he is." he paused, but only momentarily, and smiled mildly. "I have many favourite quotes from all of Oscar Wilde's books, though this," he tapped the cover lightly, "is not my favourite book of his. It's my favourite play. My favourite book of his is the Picture of Dorian Gray. 'Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul'."
It wasn't his favourite quote, but it was one of the many good ones.
"One of my favourite things about Oscar Wilde is how he was not subtle in his acts and his work clearly shows who he is, and yet the world still tries to deny it." Ayano shifted his weight after a moment and put his book away. "Well, Jacquelyn 'though only my mother calls me that', it's nice to meet you. My name is Ayano, and everybody calls me that. It's best not to shorten it, for your sake and mine. If you really felt like it, you could call me 'Kita', but very few people do."
A small shrug was given and he crossed his ankles, clear in his intention to remain sitting on the ground. He did know who she was; she was, after all, one of the 'higher ranked' in the school. Sometimes it was easier to let people indulge in the possibility that they were not known, and really, he couldn't blame her for thinking he didn't know. Ayano was a loud stage presence and quiet elsewhere. He was not a quiet boy by any means, but he played the part well. His lies were hidden behind a foxlike smile and keen eyes, his words often implying that he was arrogant about either his intelligence or his literacy; people could take their pick. He was arrogant about neither, simply secure in the knowledge that he could do these things.
"If you don't mind me asking, what brings you out here, Jacquelyn? Would you like to sit beside me? It's a nice day," casual conversation continued with a fairly pleasant smile.
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Jan 21, 2018 2:44:55 GMT -5
(( hey hey im not dead i swear just came h ome from a big party and still kinda awake from partying
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Jan 26, 2018 22:16:31 GMT -5
(( ;-;
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