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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Jan 3, 2018 16:19:43 GMT -5
(( I have all my characters open if you'd like
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 16:20:25 GMT -5
( lazy penguin I got caught up in something and that's why it took so long but Carter's reply is almost done)
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 16:23:47 GMT -5
lazy penguinCarter was definitely one to mind his own business. He didn't like social interaction and often did everything in his power to avoid it. He'd already managed to dodge one girl asking about his black eye. She likely meant well, but Carter seemed to think otherwise. She hadn't seemed very fond of him after their last encounter, back in middle school. Yes, she'd probably forgotten about the milk incident, but Carter tended to hold grudges and also had a firm belief that people didn't change. They couldn't. They were who they were and that was permanent, which is part of he reason he could only envision a dark future for himself. He wasn't exactly Mr. Successful. So when someone collided with Carter, he turned to look at her. "Watch it," he snarled. He remembered what his mother had said. If he acted more pleasant, maybe people would like him better. It had stung, but he knew it was true. However, the morning wasn't exactly the best time for Carter to be pleasant. Plus, he justified by telling himself that he was very friendly when it came to, well, his friends. But getting to the point of 'friends' was not easy with Carter and many people refused to put in the work. He was lonely, and that just made him more guarded and less outgoing. Her asking if he was okay caught him off guard. His mom was really the only one that asked him. Even other students that bumped into him would normally just speed off, maybe mumble an apology as they passed. But he pushed away the idea that she actually cared. They didn't know each other, so it was impossible for her to actually want to know if he was alright or not. "I'm fine," he grumbled. He got his first good look at the girl and frowned even deeper. She obviously wasn't one of them. Likely higher up on the popularity ladder, which only made him more suspicious. Why else would she be nice to him? "Let me guess. Pretty popular girl that spends class doing her makeup and gossiping? Yeah, like you'd actually care about if I'm alright or not." He snorted a bit at the thought. It was laughable, really. While his mom cared about him, Carter had yet to meet a peer that actually wanted to check on how he was doing. Especially because Carter knew he looked like a mess. His black hair was ruffled from the wind as he'd walked to school. His constant running his fingers through it hadn't helped either. His clothes were a bit too large for him. The bottoms of his jeans were caked with mud and torn and there was a large hole and grass stains around his right knee. His shirt also had a large hole near the bottom and Carter wasn't quite sure when that would happen. Once again, the only decent part of his outfit was his shoes. He'd feel too terrible about ruining his mother's birthday present to him. The beautiful black eye and bruise on his jaw were the most noticeable parts of his less than stellar appearance this morning. They came from a fight only the night before when Carter had been caught stealing a woman's purse at the bar. She'd had a little too much to drink, so it wasn't hard for the sober teenager to grab it. Unfortunately for him, her husband was also completely sober. The two had been kicked out and brawled in the parking lot. While Carter knew he had gotten a few good hits in, the much older and larger man had won. Carter had gone home feeling worse than usual when his mom told him she was going to be taking more hours at her second job and would be home less. That's what he'd been trying to prevent. He just wanted her home with him, but she could barely afford the bills. Yeah, school was the least of his concerns, as well as this girl's opinion of him. He already had a long list of people that went out of their way to avoid him. What was one more name? She was likely no different than the hundreds of other students in the school. And maybe she was one of the few that would show some kind of compassion towards him, but then as soon as she learned all about Carter's problems, she'd be gone. Just like the others that had tried to be nice. They learned that they could try, but Carter had a tough shell to break. And until one broke through, he was a bit of a jerk. He had plenty of trouble with the law. He'd only had one job and was fired two weeks into it. He was a total loser and even he didn't like hanging around with himself, so why would anyone else? Of course, he didn't voice any of these thoughts as he looked at the girl, his expression guarded. He did all that he could to read her facial expressions or her body language to pick up on what her ulterior motives were, but he couldn't. He'd never been good at reading people. If he had, that would've prevented a lot of fights in his younger years. But now Carter enjoyed the fight. The adrenaline. The power. When he was younger, he fought when he needed to. Now he fought when he could. It was a survival technique, Carter thought. First, it intimidated people. If they saw him win fights, they'd be less likely to fight him, wouldn't they? Of course it also helped him later on in fights. It was like a runner running to practice before a run. Or a football player going to practice before a big game. If Carter won fights that didn't matter, he had an edge when it came to fights against people that wanted him dead. Oh, and there were plenty of those people around.
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Jan 3, 2018 16:24:48 GMT -5
[Bleh. I need a character name. Well, names actually. Thoughts? One must sound preppy and the other...outlandish.]
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Post by mourningdove on Jan 3, 2018 16:25:07 GMT -5
Annarel
Annarel awoke to another rainy day in North Carolina. Warm rain tapped lightly on her large windows, the pale curtains pulled back to show the sleepy neighborhood. The sun hadn't risen just yet, and there were few lights to illuminate the street below her. The streetlamps' light was obscured by the hazy rain, giving the scene a very ethereal look. Despite everything, Annarel was glad to be awake so early, and even more glad that her junior year started today. The summer had been nice in the sense that she had worked hard, staying busy and making money, though she didn't really need it. It was just so lonely, though. All her friends had left for other states or countries during the summer, and she could never stray too far from her father. School offered socialization, friendship, and something to keep her busy, so Annarel welcomed it with open arms.
Throwing the covers back, Annarel took time to get ready, as she had allotted herself an hour and a half to look presentable. The young girl was a very strong believer in the power of looks. You can't do well if you don't feel cute, she told herself often. Plus, it was the first day, and she had to dress to impress. Granted, she dressed to impress every day of the year, even showing up to finals week with a full face of makeup and a new dress. An hour later, Annarel was ready to go. Her book bag was filed with all the supplies she needed, and her textbooks were pilled up on the kitchen table, waiting to be cracked open. Wearing her new polka-dot rain boots, which squeaked ever so slightly as she walked, and a longer cream colored raincoat, the new junior was ready to face the school year.
Her father was not awake to wish her a good day of school, but Annarel had learned not to expect it. It had been three years since he lost his leg, and it had set the wealthy business man in a state of depression. Due to their wealth, Annarel never had to personally care for him, as he had his own care takers, and maids and cooks got all the work around the house done, but she missed her father terribly. She could count their interactions since the operation on one hand. They were up to four. Of course, she talked to him all the time, whenever she could, but he was never one to respond, and it was rare she was allowed in his study with him.
Slinging her book bag over her shoulder, the girl hoisted all her textbooks in her arm with ease, denying the help of one of the maids with a bright smile. Wishing them all a good day, she got into her car, and older white Volvo, and drove very carefully to school, going perhaps 5 under the speed limit. She didn't need to fishtail into a streetlight on her first day of Junior year. Arriving early, as she always did, the young girl got a superb parking spot near the door and quickly walked in, trying her best to keep her textbooks from getting wet. Storing everything in her locker and grabbing a coffee from the cafe in the library, Annarel sat down in her first hour, sitting near the back. She really preferred to sit up front so she could ask more questions, but her friends had mocked her for this their freshman year, and she now sat in the back with them. If she dared, though, she would sit in the middle. Sipping her coffee, which now had a berry colored lipstick stain on the lid, Annarel prepped her notes, and involuntarily scrunched up her nose as the scent of cigarette smoke filled the room. Good Lord, it was poignant. As the culprit sat just diagonal from her, she didn't hesitate to tap him on the shoulder with the eraser of her pencil, her eyebrows knitted. "You know, you really shouldn't be smoking at this age, or at any age, I suppose. Its so bad for you!"
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 16:26:01 GMT -5
[Bleh. I need a character name. Well, names actually. Thoughts? One must sound preppy and the other...outlandish.] (what gender? I'm fantastic with boy names but not quite as good with girl names)
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Post by liz on Jan 3, 2018 16:26:10 GMT -5
( Estella is open if anyone wants to role play with her ~ ) {{Jacquelyn is open! }}
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Jan 3, 2018 16:27:00 GMT -5
[Bleh. I need a character name. Well, names actually. Thoughts? One must sound preppy and the other...outlandish.] (what gender? I'm fantastic with boy names but not quite as good with girl names) [Both. I'm making one of each gender.]
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 16:27:50 GMT -5
(what gender? I'm fantastic with boy names but not quite as good with girl names) [Both. I'm making one of each gender.] (which is which? Or have you not decided yet?)
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Post by mourningdove on Jan 3, 2018 16:29:03 GMT -5
(Hmm. Thomas, Eugene, Lila, Marie, Conner, and Meredith for preppy names, and uhm Hope, Belladonna, Winston, Fontine, Mabel, and Grettle for outlandish??)
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Jan 3, 2018 16:30:35 GMT -5
(( Oooh Belladonna has always sounded pretty to me
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Lea
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Post by Lea on Jan 3, 2018 16:36:40 GMT -5
ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ Preppy Names: (Girls) - Sloane, Blair, Ansley, Brooke, Victoria (Boys) - Edward, Philip, Bradley, Pierce, Thatcher Outlandish Names: (Girls) - Effie, Fable, London, Verity, Jezebel (Boys) - Cullen, Barnaby, Enzo, Icarus, Ulrich
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Jan 3, 2018 16:37:56 GMT -5
[Nothing's set in stone so far, but I've compiled a list-ish thingy.
Anastasia Aliza Chiara Aviana Belladona Aziza Azura
Seraphim Ryker Thatcher Demetrius Darius.
Yes, I have a slight name obsession don't judge meh.]
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Post by mourningdove on Jan 3, 2018 16:39:53 GMT -5
(I like Belladonna a lot bc its a poisonous plant and im a sucker for plant names)
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 16:41:03 GMT -5
Preppy: Becca (F) Rose (F) Skylar (F) Jessica (F) Tessa (F) Maxwell (M) Jackson (M) Elliot (M) Elijah (M) Nicholas (M) Vincent (M)
Outlandish: Finn (M) Sebastian (M) Lincoln "Link" (M) Paxton (M) Baxter (M)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jan 3, 2018 16:47:01 GMT -5
[ ahhh i finally have time to start. yall probably just asked this but who's got a charrie open? ]
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Jan 3, 2018 16:50:14 GMT -5
(( I have all mine open c:
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Lea
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Post by Lea on Jan 3, 2018 17:12:36 GMT -5
She was cute, or at least that is the thought that was going through Addison's mind. He had never seen this girl before, but she didn't look like a lot of the other girls at Camelot High and that was something that intrigued him. She seemed a bit nervous, almost as nervous as he felt. He felt the immediate urge to comfort her, but that little nagging voice in the back of his head told him not to, girls were technically the enemy - they distracted you from success. How was he supposed to get into a good school and someday be a brain surgeon if he focused on pretty little girls in high school.
As she input his combination, he felt thankful. Today being the first day of school meant he was one misstep away from making a fool of himself or causing a scene. He did not think it would be good for his image if he was slamming on his locker angrily. He studied her hands as she twisted in the combination, the numbers scrolling through his mind 7-28-12. Addison as incredibly embarrassed that he had such a hard time opening his locker. He was better than this, he shouldn't be openly shaken. Shaky hands were not surgeon-worthy.
Addison took the lock in his hands and looked over just a moment too long before looking at the girls face, "Thank you," his voice was surprisingly soft. Perhaps he was hoping to not scare her off, "um..." he was going to say her name, but he didn't know it. So, instead he went with the timeless "um..." A 4.06 GPA and he was having a hard time talking to a girl. Gosh, he was such a teenager.
He slid the lock into his left hand and extended his right hand to shake. He moved it toward her slowly, trying not to spook her, "I'm Moreau," he chuckled nervously, "I mean, Addison. Well, Addison Moreau." he gently squeezed the lock in his hand. His mind drifted to the pin over his breast pocket with the initials that did not match his own. Hopefully she didn't point it out, he didn't think it was necessarily important for other people to know that he was adopted.
ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ
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Lea
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Post by Lea on Jan 3, 2018 17:13:37 GMT -5
[Nothing's set in stone so far, but I've compiled a list-ish thingy. Anastasia Aliza Chiara Aviana Belladona Aziza Azura Seraphim Ryker Thatcher Demetrius Darius. Yes, I have a slight name obsession don't judge meh.]( I like Anastasia, Belladona, Thatcher, and Darius. )
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Post by lazy penguin on Jan 3, 2018 17:15:03 GMT -5
Honey Belle Lockwood // reply to carter
Honey was maybe a little too expectant of the boy response. She had been standing in front of him, nervously switching her weight from foot to foot. The junior didn't want to just bounce and leave the boy like most of her peers would but his gaze unnerved her. It's almost a bit dangerous, she thought to herself. Except- getting into a fight on the first day of school would probably be a bad idea. Not just because of how my parents would react, but I'm not sure what the other princesses would think of me going to homeroom with a black eye. So instead, she stood, a pleasant expression on her face.
"I'm fine." She felt her posture relax a little when he responded. She almost opened her mouth to make a hasty goodbye, when she saw the boy's expression. She'd been looked over multiple times. Heck- it felt like almost everyday some dude was envisioning disgusting things when his eyes scanned her from head to toe. But this was different. It felt like he found every flaw, every scar she'd tried hiding- and judged her. It had been so long since she'd felt that twinge of embarrassment- she found her voice shrinking back into her throat.
"Let me guess. Pretty popular girl that spends class doing her makeup and gossiping? Yeah, like you'd actually care about if I'm alright or not." The junior couldn't help the indignant expression from flashing across her face, though she wiped it off as fast as possible. Pursing her lips, she forced another smile.
"Well," she started, her voice maybe a bit shaken. "Popularity doesn't make you a jerk necessarily..." Her voice trailed off, cutting short what she wanted to say. I mean you're not popular, and you seem to be one. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay?"
Honey's reaction was perhaps too timid. After all, the boy had literally just called her a flat stereotype. But- she had been trained by her parents that a weak reaction was better at defusing a situation than a strong one. And in this case, the junior didn't want the conversation to drag on too long. She had friends to catch up with, classes to figure out, and perhaps most importantly- an entire backpack of crap that needed to be dumped into her locker- that is, unless she wanted a sore back for the rest of the week.
Still, some part of her wanted to get into a fight with this underclassman who seemed to think he was better than her. It would be the kind of thing her mom would have a fit over. The kind of thing Rose and Eva would love to hear about. The kind of thing most of her friends would roll their dazzling eyes at. Little Honey picking fights like a freshman.
She crossed her arms, forcing herself not to cause any more damage to her first day plans, hoping the boy would apologize so she could get on with her day.
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Post by lazy penguin on Jan 3, 2018 17:19:08 GMT -5
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jan 3, 2018 17:33:00 GMT -5
[ cool, gimme a sec to read thru! ]
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Post by 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 on Jan 3, 2018 17:34:22 GMT -5
{{Is anyone open for my girl?}} - { liz ;; i have aurelia open c: the starter for her is posted on page three
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Post by mourningdove on Jan 3, 2018 17:47:43 GMT -5
(silent I replied to Kane!)
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 18:04:40 GMT -5
lazy penguinCarter was tense. He was always tense. The only time he wasn't tense was on a good night. A night when he stayed in and didn't cause any trouble. A night when his mom didn't work and she was doing well financially. Those were the only nights hat Carter could finally relax. The only time he really smiled. Those were the nights that he and his mom would cook dinner together and she'd turn on the old radio, playing hits from when she was a kid. The two would sing and dance and laugh. Just the thought of those nights made Carter's heart hurt. They were becoming less and less often and he hated that. As Carter watched the girl, his icy blue eyes emotionless, he was judging her. He was comparing her to all the other popular jerks he'd met. The ones that cared about no one but themselves. The ones that spent the day with gossip and makeup and drugs. The ones that bullied those beneath them and treated everyone without a pretty face like trash. They were the kind that Carter had a problem with. The kind that Carter liked to antagonize, egging them on until they threw the first punch. Then, when he emerged from the fight victorious, he could call it self defense. He had done nothing wrong. He was protecting himself. After his comment about her being some stereotypical high school princess, Carter caught a flash of something on her face. He couldn't tell what. As mentioned before, Carter was terrible when it came to reading others, but he felt a small burn of victory in his chest. He didn't make friends real well, so this became the bulk of his interaction with other students. It normally didn't end well and maybe Carter should've picked up on that trend, but he hadn't. Again, not the brightest. He was good at math and science, but barely passed his other classes. As she jumped to her defense, Carter lifted his shoulders in a simple shrug. "No, popularity doesn't make you a jerk. It's called a correlation. In my experience, about 99.9% of the popular people I've interacted with have been jerks. Major jerks. In fact, I'd even call them doo doo heads. So would it not be a reasonable assumption for me to group you in with the rest of them? You lose trust in a certain group pretty darn quickly when it's members do nothing but torture and belittle you." And he left that at that. Yes, he'd assumed she was some kind of jerk, and he'd also assumed she was part of the popular crowd. While he hadn't known for sure, her comments had confirmed it for him. So he saw his comments as justified and he wasn't afraid of defending his comments. What was wrong with that? 'I just wanted to make sure you were okay?' The sentence froze Carter where he stood and he let out a bitter laugh. "Well, I can confidently say that's the first time I've heard that around here. You know, people normally either treat me like trash or run away in fear. But concern? That's New." And that's why he was so wary about wether or not it was genuine. Carter wasn't sure he'd seen much legitimate concern from any high schoolers, even himself. They all seemed to be greedy and heartless animals, all focused on making it out of this prison alive. And that was his end goal. Who cared about college or getting into whatever one they wanted? All Carter knew was he planned on graduating with a high school diploma and finding his way either into the work world or trade school. Survival, at this moment in time, was his number one priority.
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Post by Lea on Jan 3, 2018 18:35:03 GMT -5
( Estella is open if anyone wants to role play with her ~ ) {{Jacquelyn is open! }} ( do you have a starter for her c: )
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Post by 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 on Jan 3, 2018 18:49:35 GMT -5
- { DeGray, Kane A.
Two stone-grey eyes veiled by thick, dark lashes became narrowed as the bodies, stature, and movements of the other adherents of the school were observed and taken into account. He was patient, as he took his time as his hawk-like gaze seemed to slice through anyone and everyone walking about. He lived his life in the shadows, being unnoticed, but he knew his gaze was one of those gazes you could just feel. He scrutinized the others extremely closely, noticing unseen blemishes within the clothing, the distinction of gait, body language, and he even picked up some parts of conversation. He had always been a people-watcher and did oftentimes get accused as being someone who stared too much. He did not seem to mind though, as he knew people had a habit of looking at him longer than they should. Maybe it was the way he dressed. Maybe it was the way he presented himself. Maybe they just did not have anything better to do with their lives and could not find anything else worth the eye contact. Whatever the reason may be, he knew there was bound to be one. A group of shrieking girls took his attention away from his thoughts. He swiveled his head towards the sound and watched with an elevated level of amusement. His rose-colored lips curled into a smirk as his eyebrows raised eyer so slightly. Girls were so intriguing when it came to rain or anything that could mess their personal appearance up. It amused him. The whole species of females amused him, regardless of what their status was.
Stereotyping, to Kane, did not seem like that big of a deal when it came to the city he found himself in. There seemed to really only be two types of people. First: the upper-class. Those with the expensive custom homes, foreign cars, all-out designer fashion, the house maids, the personal chefs, really anything that had to do with being lavish, showing off, or just simply money. He was not close to being upper-class at all, but he did have some of their common traits. Could he live the lavish life? Sure. Would he want to? Not at this point in time. His life had, and always would consist of constant ups and downs, never seeming to find a constant value to coast at. He did not mind though, he had gotten this far with his chaotic life, he could continue on with it. The second type would consist of anything lower than extreme upper-class. If you did not drive the latest luxury vehicle, you were looked down upon. If you did not have money just handed over to you by your parents whenever you needed or wanted it, you were looked down upon. Basically, if you did not have money or flashy possessions, you did not seem to get along with the “in-crowd.” This was where Kane sat, down at the bottom of the totem pole, and strangely enough, completely satisfied.
Finding himself drowning in his thoughts once more, he turned his gaze back to the group of young girls. Judging by the freshly-pressed material of the clothing, which was probably imported, the recently shined shoes, and jewelry that looked like it was worth thousands of dollars maybe more, he figured they were members of the princesses because there was no way girls like that were even close to the bottom. The high-pitched shrieking that once again erupted from their vocal cords pierced through his ears. Wincing ever so slightly, he scrunched up his face before watching them disappear into the large doors of the school, not wanting the light drizzle to mess up their hair. As if this little amount of rain would even do anything. Scoffing and then chuckling lightly with relief, he made himself yawn so his ears would unclog and pop, allowing for sound to be returned.
A delicate tap made contact with his broad shoulder. Without turning around, he could tell just by the way of the contact, that it was a girl who tapped him. He knew this because when it came to human interaction with guys, females were rather delicate with their words and feelings, whereas guys took the more authoritative approach, not showing any mercy. All he had to do now was to figure out if it was a student or a faculty member. If it were to be a student, the only reason they would be trying to get his attention is due to the leftover cigarette odor from earlier in the morning. If it were to be a faculty member, it would be the same thing. The sly smirk that was slowly revealing itself quickly began to fade. He felt light, cool breath flutter ever so slightly over the hairs on his neck and back of his ear as there it was, just as he had predicted, a female pointing out his smoking. He swiveled his body in the direction of the voice and arched his eyebrows as entertainment washed over him. His gun mental blue eyes met connected with the face of another student, a female student, as he suspected, with chestnut colored eyes and long blonde hair. “You know, sweetheart, you really should not worry about what other people are doing, it is bad for you.” The words flowed out of his mouth ever so softly, like that of velvet, as he mocked what she had said to him about his cigarettes. His voice was husky and authoritative. “However, if I were to light another one right here, right now,” his lips began to curl up, “would you have the courage to stop me?” He was toying with her now, baiting her with his alluring tone, and finishing the question with a wink.
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Post by liz on Jan 3, 2018 19:04:08 GMT -5
{{Jacquelyn is open! }} ( do you have a starter for her c: ) {{Posting right now!!}}
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Post by liz on Jan 3, 2018 19:22:23 GMT -5
{{here’s my starter! }} “What’s my time?” Jacquelyn asked, trying desperately not to sound winded after her morning run as she stood in front of her father on the front porch who was holding a water bottle and timer. He was frowning, making her stand uneasy, ignoring her muscles screaming for water. She’d been up for a few hours now, following her dad’s strict morning routines now that she was Head Knight. She bounced back and forth, restless and desperate to know if she’d met her goal of shaving a minute off of her time, something she had set at the beginning of the summer. “Three minutes fifty two seconds.” He replied before cracking a smile. “You did it, Jack!” Laughing happily, she pulled her dad into a hug and smiled when he hugged her back. “Eight more seconds and you’d beat the state record, kiddo.” “I know, dad. What was your time again?” Shaking his head, he handed her the water and said, “Hit the showers, you reek.” “Love you too.” She replied before quickly chugging the water. “Mom up yet?” “She’s making breakfast now. You have an hour, Jack.” Running past him, she shouted a quick good morning to her mother before racing up the stairs. She could just hear her mom shout to wear something nice, but Jacquelyn had decided her school outfit weeks ago. Grabbing her leggings and Chelsea jersey from her room, she walked past her trophy case and smiled. This was her year, she could feel it. After she was sure the water was the perfect temperature, Jacquelyn stepped in, the hot water soothing her aching muscles. Her morning routine was hell, but it kept her in shape. After showering, she pulled her clothes on and quickly brushed her wet hair, pulling it up into a messy topknot and brushed her teeth before quickly descending the stairs. “Time?” “Thirty five minutes, you’re slow today.” Her dad replied, glancing up from his plate. “Nice jersey.” Smiling, Jacquelyn grabbed a piece of toast and poured herself some apple juice, preferring to stand instead of sit, knowing if she did she’s never want to get back up. “Jacquelyn, I thought you were going to wear something nice?” Her mother asked, hugging her from behind before kissing her cheek. “God you’re getting tall, are you sure your father isn’t sneaking you steroids?” “ Mom!” She exclaimed before looking down at her outfit. “This is the nicest jersey I have! And it goes with my new sneakers.” Shaking her head, her mother mumbled something under her breath before asking, “Am I taking you today or do you want to drive?” “I’ll drive, but thanks mom.” Setting her empty glass down, Jacquelyn shuffled her sock clad feet towards the patio door where she had left her blue sneakers. “You’re gonna be late.” Her dad said, dangling her keys up in the air above his head. Leaning over to him, she snatched her keys and kissed his cheek. “Can we celebrate shaving off one minute of my mile later?” “I’ll think about it.” Nodding, Jacquelyn waved a short goodbye before walking to the front door. “I’ll text you when school’s out.” When she got no reply, Jacquelyn walked over to her car, backpack slung over her shoulder and defeat clouding her mind. Climbing in, she started her little hybrid car and smiled when My Sharona by The Knack started playing. She wouldn’t let a bad start to her morning ruin her day. She was starting junior year as Head Knight, her dream since elementary school, she had a new eco friendly car, and she couldn’t wait to see her teammates again. The drive to school was relaxing, but finding a parking spot was hell. By the time she parked, she only had ten minutes to socialize before class started. Deciding it was best to head to her locker, she booked it, only giving short waves and shouting greetings instead of stopping to talk. CHS hadn’t changed at all, but Jacquelyn saw it in a whole new light: the Head Knight from last year, who was a total nightmare, was finally gone. She only had the King and Queen to worry about, but she was well liked and doubted she would have any trouble with them. Bobbing her head, Jacquelyn unlocked her locker and unzipped her bag before pulling a few books from her locker and setting them into her backpack, lost in her own little world as she felt excitement grow in her stomach at the thought of being recognized as Head Knight.
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