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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2018 18:21:07 GMT -5
always considered a rebel, muse a is tired of school life. they're the delinquent, the outcast, they're not exactly sure if they exist and they're not sure if they particularly care about trying anymore. muse b is the typical rich kid, with enough pocket money to buy a house if they so desired. they're bored of their cushy life, and so they turn to muse a in an attempt to find some excitement. it might lead to more trouble than expected.
muse a / roleplayed by suikura Vincent Lau, 17 years old 5'7'' and lean-muscled, Vincent has tanned skin and black hair with dark brown-black eyes. He has a faint scar over the bridge of his nose and another through his upper lip, and a few more on his hands from days spent messing around. Usually seen in pale grey skinny jeans with tears in the thighs and knees, and loose graphic tank tops with a leather jacket over it. His left ear has an industrial bar and two lobe piercings, the right has three lobe piercings. His tongue is pierced, too, though people don't generally see that. He speaks both Cantonese and English, and is originally from Hong Kong - though he moved over to America when he was twelve. He lives with his mother and his step-father.
muse b / roleplayed by .
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Post by . on Feb 19, 2018 18:37:03 GMT -5
Hey. I'm here but I need to completely redo the form I wrote for my character because it's gross and terrible and not at all descriptive so I should get it up at some point tonight
Is there anything else we wanna figure out before starting?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2018 18:41:22 GMT -5
lol it's fine take your time
idk, i can't think of anything
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Post by . on Feb 19, 2018 18:56:06 GMT -5
Sounds good. I'm getting sick and trying to play some overwatch right now but I'll get on my form later
Alright. Sounds like we're just waiting on me then
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2018 19:01:43 GMT -5
ya nbd tke ur time
yeee
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Post by . on Feb 20, 2018 11:18:31 GMT -5
Mia Walsh Mia is about 5'6 and has shoulder length dull dark brown hair. Her hair is normally pulled back into a ponytail and never styled or straightened or curled. Her skin is somewhat pale and she finds it easier to burn than tan. Her eyes are a bright and intense blue. Mia is little miss perfect. She's a straight A student, a favorite of all the teachers, and hasn't gotten in trouble in years. She does what's expected of her and it hasn't failed her yet. However, Mia hates the boring routine of her life and the crushing pressures from her parents. She wants to be a chef, but knows she'll have to become either a doctor or a lawyer. Her parents don't give her any other choice and she doesn't have much to argue with, knowing that their money pays for everything she has and will have.
I hope you don't mind its kinda trash? I was struggling so much to get it from my brain to words
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2018 14:13:37 GMT -5
it's not trash, dont sweat
where do you want to start?
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Post by . on Feb 20, 2018 14:17:15 GMT -5
Great thanks. I'm sick so it's a pain to type out anything really
Um I'm not sure. Did you have any ideas? And should they know each other personally or just have heard of each other? Also what age? I'm assuming 17-18 seniors in high school? Or did you want to go a year or two younger?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2018 14:29:14 GMT -5
r i p
heard of each-other, probably. vincent transferred in middle school so maybe it could be a small town where news spreads easily. vincent's 17 going on 18 lul
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Post by . on Feb 20, 2018 14:49:25 GMT -5
That sounds good
Ugh I can't believe I missed that. I mean yeah u don't know where to start unless you do, but I should be getting out of class in like half an hour
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2018 15:45:24 GMT -5
okiedoke
alright! i actually had to do stuff butttt oh well, lul. i can just throw out a winging-it type of starter if you want?
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Post by . on Feb 20, 2018 16:01:15 GMT -5
That works. I'll try to reply today but no promises
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2018 16:41:15 GMT -5
For nearly six years, he'd managed to garner a reputation. Granted, it wasn't a good reputation - but it was one nonetheless, and so he didn't mind it too much. People usually stayed away from him, gave him space and weren't surprised when he disappointed them. Not that he wanted to disappoint them, but hey - it didn't really matter, in the end. He was just waiting for the moment that he was expelled, when his stepfather was finally valid in his bouts of anger, when his mother's worst fears were confirmed. Until then, he was content in doing his own thing - doodling in his sketchbook when he was supposed to be listening, skipping the classes he hated, challenging teachers on something they were supposed to know.
As the early morning sun rose, he found that he hadn't slept much. Instead, he had his window wide open and smoked idly, arm leaning out of the open window so that he could avoid having too much smoke-smell around him. Beyond his bedroom door, he could hear his mother and Jon as they woke up, heard the shower turn on. He moved his free hand to turn on his radio, turning it up to drown out the sound of his parental figures.
He wasn't sure how long he was sitting there. Ten, fifteen minutes? Maybe more? Either way - eventually, a loud knock sounded on his door. He waited for the person to enter, but they didn't. With a deep sigh, he turned off his radio so that he could hear.
"Breakfast," she spoke in Cantonese as she always did when Jon wasn't around to hear. "Get ready for school and then Jon will take you. Come on. You probably need to shower, so do that before you come down."
"Yes, madam," it seemed that she didn't appreciate his tone, if her retreating footsteps were anything to go by. Vincent smiled faintly and pulled his hand back in, discarding his cigarette butt into his ashtray and standing up. After grabbing some clothes, he went to shower - and so the day began and he knew that it was going to be a normal one. Shower, shave, pretend he wasn't disgusted by Jon's toiletries, brush his teeth - phone in pocket, cigs in pocket, alright, he had everything.
It was an uneventful breakfast. Vincent remained silent, ignoring any and all attempts made to talk to him by Jon, while his mother filled the silence with talk of the news and excitement for her new job. He ignored them both in favour of poking at his toast and scrambled eggs. Eventually, Jon was ready to take him to school.
"I'd rather walk," he said as they walked towards the car. His stepfather glanced at him.
"I don't care. This'll make sure you get to school." a shrug was given after this, and Vincent knew that he wasn't going to get out of it. He sighed and got into the passenger's side, crossing his arms and staring blankly out of the window. It felt like forever before the car was started, and it was an eternity before they got to the school. He didn't even bother to thank Jon as he got out, grabbing his shoulder-bag and slamming the door. The older man muttered something, but he ignored it. He always felt like the dude was trying to instigate something, like he wanted to prove that Vincent was better in a Juvenile Detention Center or something. Frankly, he didn't want to go to Juvie - and yet here he was, doing the exact sort of things that could get him into that sort of trouble.
His school loomed above him and he stared at it blankly for a moment before he shrugged and entered, pushing past some of the other kids so that he could get to his locker. It was here that he found his spare sketchbook. School, it seemed, was a blessing in disguise. He picked it up, put his full sketchbook into the locker, grabbed his pencil case and slammed the locker shut. It made a kid near him jump, but he didn't care.
First class? Nah. He went out the way he came and walk around the side of the building quietly, until he turned a corner and sat down with his back against the wall. It was a spot that he frequented - it had a good view of the beach that lay on the far end of the town; he couldn't walk from the school to it, but he could see the vague hints of the beach and the wide expanse of ocean from here, and that was good enough for him. This was where Vincent liked to be; in a place that had a vague hint of freedom.
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Post by . on Feb 21, 2018 14:52:13 GMT -5
Her parents were out of town for business, which was not an uncommon event in the Walsh household, so Mia was left with only her older brother and cousin in the house with her. Now, she much preferred this over having her parents around because Jack didn't bother with making sure that Mia was being the perfect little girl that her parents wanted her to be. It was the only time that she had any ability to relax, though she didn't do a lot of that. She knew that her parents would somehow manage to catch on if she was being less than perfect.
So, as always, she got up and out of bed when her alarm clock went off at 5:00 AM. She could smell freshly cooked eggs and bacon floating towards her room from the kitchen and her stomach growled. The high schooler ignored it for now as she got ready for the day. Breakfast would be the last part of her morning. It always was. She had a routine and it felt wrong to break it, even if her parents weren't breathing down her neck. Once she was dressed and ready for the day, she passed down the hall and kicked her cousin's door to make sure Sophia was up. There was a groan coming from inside that assured Mia she was awake and very unhappy about it.
"Ready for school?" Jack asked when Mia arrived at the kitchen. He made her a plate and set it down at the table as his sister took her seat and started eating. He made his own plate and sat down next to her, leaving the rest of the breakfast for Sophia when she finally dragged her butt out of her bedroom. She didn't seem to have the same drive to keep up what was expected of her when the Walsh parents were gone.
"No," Mia said with a half shrug. But what was she supposed to do? It's not like she had much of a choice. Even if her parents weren't constantly pressuring her to be like them, she'd still finish high school and likely go to college... Just not to be a doctor or a lawyer. And she'd let her grades slip from As to Bs. She didn't need a 4.0 GPA for her dream school. However, she did need that for her parents dream school.
Jack was about to say more but he was cut off when Mia swore and jumped to her feet. There was a twinkle of amusement in her brother's eyes as he saw her do something that would normally earn her a punishment from their parents. Swearing wasn't allowed in the Walsh household. "I forgot my homework," she said. She dropped her fork where it was and grabbed her backpack, pulling out the math worksheet that was due first period. Her parents had specifically asked that they be notified of any late or missing assignments that Mia had and she knew that they wouldn't want to get that email while they were away on business.
By the time she finished, Sophia was awake and eating and the time that she had left had already passed. Being late to school today wouldn't be the end of the world. They'd call her house and she knew Jack would pose as her father for that. She didn't want to make a habit of it, however, knowing that the news of her tardiness could somehow reach her parents.
"Uh, see you guys after school," Mia said. She grabbed her keys from where they hung by the door and once again wished she'd already graduated high school and had it as great as her cousin and brother did. College seemed just fantastic compared to the prison that she was stuck with.
There were three cars parked in the driveway, one for each child. Well, Sophia wasn't their child, but Mia's parents had no problem paying for and supporting their niece while she lived with them. They had the money to, so why not? Mia walked past Sophia's car and got into her own car, turning the key and backing out of the driveway the second it turned on.
When she arrived at the school a few minutes after the bell rang for the first class, Mia mumbled under her breath and parked in one of the furthest spots away from the school. That was just another disadvantage to arriving late. There was no need to rush, so she slung her backpack over her shoulder and headed around to one of the other entrances of the school. She'd text one of her friends to let her in since she didn't want to go through the main doors and be questioned by the attendance ladies.
As she was making her way to the door closest to her math class, Mia noticed the figure of a male sitting against the wall of the school. It didn't take her long to recognized him. Vincent, was that his name? Sure, she'd go with that. She'd never actually talked to him and only been told that she should avoid him. After all, a boy like him would only drag her down. Make her grades slip and get her addicted to alcohol and drugs and eventually in jail. At least, that's what her father had said about guys like Vincent.
She ducked her head as she prepared to walk by him, but then she stopped. She couldn't explain why, but she stopped and approached him instead. She was already late for school, so why should it matter if she's a few minutes later than she'd planned? Plus, she was kind of curious about why he was skipping class. Yes, she knew he wasn't the same person she was, but that still seemed odd.
"Uh, hi," she said, stopped when she was a few feet away from him. She stuck her hands in her pockets and eyed him as if he were some sort of cornered wild animal and she was waiting for him to attack. "What are you doing here?" Her tone wasn't accusatory, but curious.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2018 15:27:48 GMT -5
Pencil in hand, he was quite content to sit here for however long he needed to. Vincent glanced up from his sketchbook from time to time, trying to capture the feeling of the fence ahead of him as well as the freedom beyond it, the distance ocean with its colour bleeding into the sky. He could hear the murmur of people as the school woke up, as other kids finally arrived and headed towards their classes.
He was content to be here, content to be on his own. The pencil marks on the page were soothing, almost. Stress relief, or something like that. He leaned back further against the wall. Since his leather jacket was already scuffed here and there, there wasn't much worry in that department. It was old as hell and there were other more pressing matters that needed to be dealt with in his household rather than a jacket needing replacing. Rather than his wardrobe needing replacing. He found his free hand picking at the holes in his pants, a small frown crossing his features.
The sound of someone approaching made Vincent glance up only briefly before he looked back down. He wasn't expecting anyone to pay attention to him - he thought that, by now, it was a sort of don't ask deal. Apparently not.
Now that she'd spoken, he looked up again and raised a single eyebrow. It was fairly obvious that this kid was rich - though he couldn't quite place her name. Was it one of the ones aiming for the highest GPA possible? Probably. It made him wonder how low his was...but, to be honest, he couldn't care less. He tapped the end of his pencil against his chin, debating on whether or not to reply to her. The way she was looking at him really didn't inspired confidence but, after a long moment, he glanced away and shrugged.
"Sitting by the wall," he said. Even now, his English was accented - and he made no effort to hide it. It was just one of those things that he'd learned to let people deal with. "What does it look like?"
( oof i'm sorry for shorter response )
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Post by . on Feb 21, 2018 15:48:52 GMT -5
Mia was actually surprised that he had answered. Their kinds didn't interact often, but she was kind of interested in him. Someone that lived a life so different than hers. It was exciting, and excitement was what she needed in her life right now. With her parents away, this was probably the best time to attempt talking to a guy like Vincent.
Though he hadn't invited her, she sat down next to him, pulling out her phone. She began swiping through social media for a moment when he answered. She didn't have many friends, at least not real friends. She was likable, but she wasn't exactly the popular type. She was actually pretty dull, to be honest, and the main thing she had going for her was her money. She turned her phone off and turned it around in her hands, absently playing with her phone case as she took a moment to reply to his comment. Well, she didn't really see a good way to reply so she just changed the subject from what he'd said.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, not even thinking about the words as they left her mouth. When she realized what she just said, she was slightly surprised. She did need a break, and now was her only chance. Jack could cover for her if she got in trouble. The other question was whether or not Vincent was planning on skipping all day - and wether or not she would join him. Of course, she didn't expect him to be enthusiastic about having someone like her trailing along with him, but Mia was good at wearing others down when she wanted something.
Plus, maybe he could provide some kind of escape from her stressful life. As far as she knew, he did whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. Isn't that what she'd heard about him? That kind of life sounded great. It was true that she didn't know what was a unit and what was true about him, but for now she'd just assume it was all true.
"I've, uh, had quite a morning and don't exactly want to go to class," she explained with a shrug. She wasn't sure if it was necessary to explain, but she had anyway. She knew it was out of character for someone like her to be skipping class like this, as well as to be talking to somebody like Vincent.
(Don't worry about it. I'm still not feeling great so my replies aren't gonna be the best right now)
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