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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2018 19:38:22 GMT -5
[ halloo. i still have nanu open w/ a starter on the previous page & i have eden but he doesn't have a starter lul
edit: okay two pages ago im a liar now ]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jan 3, 2018 19:41:13 GMT -5
Maverick was not a morning person, and through all of his years playing sports it still hadn't managed to stick as a habit he enjoyed. Over the summer he'd still put in the effort to staying in shape, but the last week before school he'd given up in favor of savoring all the sleep he knew he wouldn't be getting in the near future. It was for this reason that he slept through both of his alarms: the first blaring meaningfully on his bedside table, the second 5 minutes after, a raging sound from his phone. It wasn't until he pried his eyes open that he realized how late it was.
The clock blinked 7:05 at him, mockingly so. Maverick let out a groan and rolled out of bed, untangling himself from the sheets as he shuffled to the bathroom, squinting back the light from the hallway like some sort of hermit who had been living under a bridge for the last 12 years. He battled for the light-switch in the bathroom, smacking the wall repeatedly and yawning. He had just enough time for a quick shower to make himself look presentable, and it was a miracle he didn't slip and die in the shower as he did so, pressing his forehead to the wall and sleeping an extra minute for good measure.
Every minute that ticked by on the clock was another increment of wakefulness, the reality of today being the first day of school finally washing over him as he tugged on his jeans, towel draped over his wet hair. The idea of senior year felt no different than the idea of junior year, summer having not lasted quite long enough. It was a little depressing thinking about this being his last year on the team, wondering what was going to befall them once the seniors graduated. Thinking about his future gave him a headache and he scrubbed at his hair with the towel as if to numb his thoughts.
Peak wakefulness was achieved when he finally made it down the stairs, not enough time to spare for breakfast so he sort of just piled everything in-between two pieces of toast, waving goodbye to his parents as he shouldered his backpack, attempting not to drop his food. He took a bite of it and stepped into the garage, frowning a little to see one of the cars gone, wishing that his sister could have at least attempted to wake him up. It didn't surprise him though, walking over to his bike leaning up against the wall and moving it out into the driveway. Sure, he had plenty of vehicles to choose from, but taking separate cars to school seemed a little wasteful, and he didn't mind the exercise he got from biking. It would also help wake him up, he reasoned.
He crammed the rest of his cobbled-together breakfast sandwich and popped his earbuds in, climbing on his bike and heading off towards school, trying to have a sense of urgency to get him there faster but ultimately arriving five minutes before the bell anyways. Maverick scrubbed a hand through his hair as he trailed inside the school, the ride having dried his hair but making it messy. His tired familiarity of the school was obvious as he headed to his locker, not bothering to double-check its location from his schedule, whirling through the lock's code and popping it open with nimble fingers. He slipped his other textbooks inside, dragging out his AP Chem book and tucking it under his arm. He spared a moment to greet some of his friends from the team before slamming his locker closed, sucking in a sigh.
The weight of an entire year of school pressed on his shoulders, but he was at least looking forward to the spring, and being with his friends. Nothing could ruin that, right?
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 19:42:36 GMT -5
(I've got Riley and Sophia open and can get starters up if anyone wants
I'm working on Frankie)
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Post by mourningdove on Jan 3, 2018 19:47:27 GMT -5
Annarel
Despite his mocking words, Annarel didn't feel all that offended. Perhaps it was her thick skin, or the realization she had long ago that other's thoughts about you didn't really matter. Besides, she had been bullied throughout her freshman year for varying reasons, as children were monsters, and a simple twist of her words was nothing. She was also the one who initiated the conversation. But with that horrible smell radiating off of him in strong waves, how could she not? "Please don't call me sweetheart, Kane." She corrected politely and delicately with a little smile, twisting her pencil around between her fingers. As he swiveled around to meet her, Annarel noticed he had very pretty eyes. She wondered vaguely if anyone had ever told him that. Tilting her head so slightly, her eyes narrowed and her nose scrunched up a little as she considered his words. "You wouldn't smoke in class." She decided, as though she knew her classmate well. She did, in fact, know him, as she knew the name of every student at the high school, but she didn't hold a personal relationship with this particular student. Their cliques just didn't...click.
Raising her head as the idea of courage was brought forward, Annarel couldn't help but smile herself. Courage was one of her core values, along with others promoted in the military, such as honor, integrity, and patriotism. Well, the patriotism wasn't too important to her, but she tried to pretend that it mattered. "But if you did, I suppose I would. Stop you, I mean." She replied. Realizing how forward this sounded, she flushed slightly, which blended with her perfectly applied rouge. "I mean, I'm not going to tackle you or anything. That would be weird." The poor girl had always been horrible with conversation. She could get in three good lines before everything went to the dump. It was an unfortunate trait for someone who had to deal with so much of their family's social needs. Back in middle school, an old friend of hers, who was now riding with the wizards, had related her to a Dungeons and Dragons character with an 8 in charisma with a -1 modifier. Of course, she new nothing of what that meant, exactly, but she figured it wasn't the best thing to be.
Taking a moment, Annarel allowed herself to stare at her classmate, attempting to analyse him through a few seconds of pretending to be Sherlock. Really, all she could decided was that he probably didn't care too much for his future, which included his health, was proud of his title as a "rebel" or "exile", and reminded her a lot of the boys back in JROTC, the ones who felt like the world owed them something for the crappy hand they had been dealt. She didn't necessarily disagree with their stances about the world, but she didn't appreciate their attitude towards her. After all, she hadn't chosen to be born to one of the wealthiest men in her city; she just happened to be born choking on the silver spoon in her mouth.
(im sorry its not the longest!)
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Post by mourningdove on Jan 3, 2018 19:50:42 GMT -5
(maverick cares about the environment and i love him)
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 19:56:19 GMT -5
( The Blue Adept is Maverick taken at the moment? If not I could reply to him with Riley once I finish dinner)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jan 3, 2018 20:56:18 GMT -5
[ mourningdove <3 u can pry the trees from his cold, dead hands ] [ . hes still open for rn! ]
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Post by mourningdove on Jan 3, 2018 21:00:00 GMT -5
(I wanna make my trans boy have a crush on him is maverick gay/bi??)
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 21:02:46 GMT -5
(Alright I can put a reply up then soon!
And I was gonna give Riley a crush on him but it seems as if maverick already has a few admirers)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jan 3, 2018 21:13:35 GMT -5
[ maverick is bi *thumbs up* n lol im sobbing i pray for him n everyone involved ]
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 21:24:32 GMT -5
(Working on a reply now and I still might give her a crush on him just because he's a real cutie. Like honestly he's adorable)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jan 3, 2018 21:31:58 GMT -5
[ awwww im glad you like him <3 hes a sweet son. anyone is free to try tbh ]
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 21:37:57 GMT -5
(Yeah idk what it is but I read over his form and I'm like 'awww' also he's a knight right? I believe I read that but wanted to make sure - that's what Riley is)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jan 3, 2018 21:43:02 GMT -5
[ hes captivated many hearts apparently lol. and yup he is!! ]
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Post by mourningdove on Jan 3, 2018 21:45:15 GMT -5
(Knight power couple)
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 21:58:04 GMT -5
The Blue AdeptThe Capps household was as chaotic as always. Riley woke up to the sound of one of the twins blasting rock music in the room next door to hers. The girl enjoyed her sleep and being woken up so early was not the best start to the first day of school. She walked to the wall, banging on it until she finally heard the music die down. "Riley! Some of us are trying to sleep here!" And that was Finn's voice from down the hall. Well, it seemed as if the entire gang was awake at this point, likely due to Nick. Vince wasn't stupid enough to play music that loud when at he knew that at least half of his siblings enjoyed their sleep. Riley rolled her eyes towards Finn's voice, looking at the bed next to hers to see that her sister had woken up as well. With seven kids in the family, they'd all been forced to share bedrooms their entire lives. Except Link. Link had a dislike for all of his siblings and spent most nights asleep on the couch, when he was supposed to be rooming with the twins. She went over to the dresser the girls shared and dug around until she found a simple outfit for the day. She then threw a pillow at Kate to make sure her only sister got up on time (though Kate was in college and didn't have classes this early) and made her way to the bathroom. The door was locked and she found herself scowling when Elijah walked out after taking his sweet time in the shower. "Some of us have to be to school soon," she muttered. Out of the seven of them, three were in college, two were in high school, and two were in middle school. Elijah, the oldest of the bunch, shouldn't be the first in the bathroom when he didn't even have classes today. She pushed past him and took a quick shower (with cold water, thanks to Elijah) and brushed her teeth and her before changing and putting on her makeup. Halfway through her morning routine, Kate barged in to share the mirror, allowing both girls to do their hair and makeup at the same time. By the time Riley got out of the bathroom, she realized she was running later than usual. She made her way into the kitchen, glad to see that Elijah had gotten up and made breakfast. With their parents out to work early, the oldest kids had always had to step up. "Bet you're glad I'm up early now," Elijah muttered as Riley grabbed a cinnamon roll and stuffed it into her mouth. She sat down at the table, grabbing a dirty shirt from her seat and throwing it aside. "Maybe, but I really wish you didn't use all the hot water," she said as she waited for the three younger kids to hurry up and get ready. Link was the next to emerge from his morning routine. As always, the boy was the picture of success and the only 15 year old she knew that wore a shirt and tie to school everyday. He sat down next to her with a huff, barely looking up as Elijah handed him a cinnamon roll. All conversation died down when Link arrived because he was even less of a morning person and glared at anyone that tried to talk. And the twins finally came last, each dressed in a solid colored t-shirt. "Your shirt is backwards, Nicky," Riley warned him. The older twin frowned, glaring at Vince. The other one shrugged as if to say 'I told you so'. Yeah, she was pretty done with the twins. "And you two need to stop with your early morning jam sessions. Ri Ri needs her beauty sleep," Elijah teased, earning a certain one fingered gesture from Riley. "Love ya too, sis," was his reply. She could practically hear the smirk in her voice. Once all four of them had eaten their cinnamon roll breakfast, they dabbed the backpacks lined up by the door. Riley grabbed the keys for her mom's car from the hook by the front door and made her way out to the vehicle. They had a sad amount of vehicles for a family of their size which meant a lot of car pooling, starting with her dad dropping her mom off at work every morning. As she drove towards school, the front seat was eerily quiet. Neither Riley nor Link saw a reason to speak. The back, however, was filled with the twins bickering as if they were five instead of 13. So Riley was more than happy to drop them off at the middle school and stop at the gas station to grab coffees for her and Link. She parked in the high school parking lot and each sibling went their own way. Riley's shoulders slumped as she made her way through the school. At 5'4, many of the guys and a good chunk of the girls were taller than her, but that didn't stop the senior from pushing her way through. And most people didn't have a problem stepping aside. Softball wasn't the biggest sport, but they all knew an athlete when they saw one. It gave her decent popularity. She finally made it to her locker and sighed, spinning her combination in more from memory than actually looking at the numbers. She exchanged the books she needed before turning to look at her locker neighbor. She hadn't actually noticed him until morning. "Hey, Maverick. Rough morning?" she asked. Her own AP Chem book was on the top of the pile in her arms. Science was by far her best subject and Riley had large dreams of becoming a vet one day. Or a doctor. But animals were easier to deal with, so she was sticking to the vet plan for now. (Okay sorry that this is kinda not fantastic but I need to do a couple of things so I wanted to get this up for you)
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Post by mourningdove on Jan 3, 2018 22:10:18 GMT -5
(Aight Holden is up)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jan 3, 2018 22:22:25 GMT -5
[ might be a lil slow rping, got a dnd session goin on rn ]
[ holden is a Good Boi ]
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Post by mourningdove on Jan 3, 2018 22:24:58 GMT -5
( the dnd session god I wish that were me)
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 22:26:15 GMT -5
(I'm back and still gonna be up for a couple hours.
And I'm still trying to figure out what clique to put Frankie in :/ I can see her in like three to four different ones
Also I've never played dnd is it fun?)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jan 3, 2018 22:27:41 GMT -5
[ achieve ur dnd dreams ]
[ yes its v fun!! rping but u get to kill stuff ]
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 22:29:13 GMT -5
(That sounds extremely fun but also I have no friends)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2018 23:21:49 GMT -5
[ nanu is a lesbian thru and thru.....only girls for life ]
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Jan 3, 2018 23:39:58 GMT -5
(( okie dokie i'm back home so i'm gonna work on starters for Lillian and Dann
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Post by . on Jan 3, 2018 23:46:41 GMT -5
( Lea I think Frankie is done. Let me know if I need to change anything on her form. I just didn't have anything really typed up for her so I had to do it now so it kinda jumps all over the place, sorry about hat)
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Bisexual
Lea
Follow me to Sawgrassclan
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Post by Lea on Jan 4, 2018 0:32:27 GMT -5
Estella Marie Lobo Her dreams had been filled with the clicking of heels, scream worthy bags, and attractive cashiers. Nothing unusual, at least not for her. Of course, this wasn't a good dream she frequently had. No, rather, halfway through the attractive cashiers disappeared, the beautiful bags melted into the floor, and the clicking of heels turned out to be her mother, her back to Estella as she strode out of the dream-room. Every single morning, she woke up screaming for her mother not to leave and every single morning Guy popped his head in to make sure she was okay. Her immediate reaction was to shoo him away crankily. This morning was no different.
After the previous morning actions, Estella rose out of bed easily, running a thin hand through her now short, curly blonde hair. A yawn, followed by her feet sliding into pink slippers and a baby blue robe pulled over her shoulders, the word Princess across the back. Another yawn. She moved from her bed and lazily into the bathroom attached to it. She grimaced at her reflection before turning to the tub and turning the running water on. It was about six in the morning, she would have to leave in forty minutes if she wanted to be early, and in an hour if she wanted to there right before the bell.
The shower took nearly twenty minutes, but this was a record time for her. She stepped out of the shower and wiped the steam from her mirror, plugging in her hair dryer and going to work to dry her mane. By the time it was dry, the mirror was no longer fogged and she as able to apply her makeup. Her look today consisted of light pink lip gloss, a nude, muted smokey eye, and mainly just an all around natural look. She kept her hair down, per usual, but pinned some of it out of her eyes. Her outfit sat waiting on her dresser, neatly folded, prepared the night before. It was a pair of light wash mid-rise jeans and a Wednesday Adams styled shirt, except cropped. Her accessories included gold bangles and a gold necklace with her first name on it - specially made.
Once dressed, she grabbed her bag, an apple, and said goodbye to her brother before disappearing out of their two bed room apartment and down to her car. It was an older Mercedes, but she adored it - it was a sixteenth birthday present from her father. The ride to school was rather uneventful and before she knew it, she was at the school and opening up her locker. As she was placing books and binders into the locker, Jacqueline Jurrell came up to her locker, lost in her own world. Estella looked over at the other girl, for a moment not recognizing her, but then a smile broke across her face, "OMG, Jacquelyn? How was your summer!" her voice was filled with false sweetness, but popular kids must align - right? And technically, since Jacquelyn was Head Knight, she was the third most popular kid in CHS. Anyone who knew Estella, knew her from appearances as the pretty girl with long curly hair. This was still true, minus the curly hair - the biggest change to her appearance since her braces were removed in eighth grade.
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Post by 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 on Jan 4, 2018 0:40:30 GMT -5
- { DeGray, Kane A.
Once again, the reticent voice of the female beside him broke the silence that was lingering between them. He was now facing out towards the common area, continuing to keep his attentive gaze on the adolescents hurrying by to get to their classes on time. He scoffed at these types of students, as he did not see the point in being in high school anyway. He had enough street smarts and common sense that he did not need all the extra unimportant information the faculty was required to teach. The female beside him had said please, which typically would be a word that allows people to get what they want, but with Kane it was different. Sure, he had manners himself, but he was not the type to simply throw in the word please to get what he wants. He could get what he wanted without even having to try. Especially with girls. There was something that attracted them to the “bad boy” type. He wished they could be smarter and at least warned that “bad boys” are also known as heartbreakers, sometimes without even trying. It is as if it comes naturally to them. Kane felt movement coming from the side of him in which she resided. Flicking his steel blue eyes to the corner of the socket, he noticed the twirling of her pencil among her dainty fingers. For a slight second, his left eyebrow had arched, taking note of the nervous gesture. He could tell she was trying as hard as possible to not show any signs of uneasiness around him, but he knew it would not last long. It was just the affect he had on people, especially females who seemed to be more reserved like the one beside him. Once the majority of the students he was observing had cleared, he decided to turn his head towards her once more as more words fluttered out of her mouth. To his amusement, she was already staring at him.
You would not smoke in class. Class. The four-letter “c” word that he dreaded more than anything. He had not even checked his schedule for the year yet. He just did not care enough. He probably was taking pointless classes, so his attendance would probably not matter much. In his prior years of high school, he was known to show up as often as a blue moon appears in the sky. It was extremely rare to have Kane DeGray in classes, but when he did show up, he sure caused amazement in the eyes of the other students. It is like they have just seen a rare species, staring him down with awe as he typically finds the empty seat in the back of the classroom, the one where he can slouch down and look completely uninterested in anything the professor is saying while also having his long legs outstretched.
The words stuck in his mind for a few moments before he could feel stimuli turning inside of him as the words were calculated with a response. “What makes you think I will not smoke in class?” His gaze was hardened now, light eyes narrowed ever so slightly. His jaw became clenched tightly as he curled his fingers together and cracked his knuckles. He was not angered or irritated by her remark, he was merely curious, although the intimidation that was radiating off of his body and gleaning in his eyes suggested the opposite. When people say things that he would or would not do, to him it is a suggestion that they personally know him, when they do not. He does not let anyone know him or even really try to know him. He does not open up at all, he keeps things secretive. He is sly, often toying around and using his cunning personality to his advantage. Kane’s gaze cascaded over the features of Annarel’s face as he heard her begin to speak once again, and this time, the words were fumbling over one another out of her mouth, bringing a scarlet color to her pale cheeks. As her lips unveiled a full smile, he knew she was processing the teasing question he had posed to her.
When her answer was that she would somehow attempt to stop him if he did happen to smoke in class, he couldn’t help but release a low chuckle. His teeth connected with his bottom lip as he bit it ever so slightly, thinking of another toyful response for her. He was not toying with her at the moment to see what would come out of it, as that was not his focus of mind in the moment, her reactions were simply amusing to him. “First of all, sweetheart,” the emphasis was heavy and slightly sarcastic on the nickname, “I do not think you would be able to even come close to tackling me, seeing as our body types are very different from one another. Secondly, if tackling me is out of the question, what is your backup plan?” His jaw quickly clenched again as his penetrating gaze probed deeply into hers. His curiosity was extremely heightened now. He knew Annarel was not the type of girl to mess around with bad boys, nor want to be seen with them. Her ranking was with the princesses while his was with the exiled. She was also a junior and he was a senior, although that was not really important to him. He now was curious as to how she knew him through a different grade level. He was not popular, he was not an all-star athlete, however he was known around the school due to his run-ins with the law and for having playboy tendencies, so the question of how she knew him was quickly vanished.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 0:40:31 GMT -5
[ gentle finger guns. if anyone wants to rp w/ me i still have that nanu starter up on the 4th page and if anyone wants to chill w eden then i can do a starter for him nbd ]
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Post by 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 on Jan 4, 2018 0:42:00 GMT -5
[ gentle finger guns. if anyone wants to rp w/ me i still have that nanu starter up on the 4th page and if anyone wants to chill w eden then i can do a starter for him nbd ] - { @borderline ;; i have aurelia's starter on the third page if you would like to roleplay c:
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