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Post by . on Apr 5, 2020 23:14:38 GMT -5
(I finished one of my characters but may have to finish the other tomorrow! It's been a long day)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Apr 5, 2020 23:29:32 GMT -5
(Hey, are knights just guys or are girls included?)
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Bisexual
Lea
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Post by Lea on Apr 5, 2020 23:36:44 GMT -5
. - that's fine c: Hawkeyes258 - both!
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Apr 5, 2020 23:37:31 GMT -5
(Got it thanks!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Apr 6, 2020 0:02:03 GMT -5
Characters have been posted
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Apr 6, 2020 1:25:56 GMT -5
(Elari is finished, I’ll do Ko/Khairee before I go to sleep, and at least for now I did remove my other characters so I don’t overwhelm myself!)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Apr 6, 2020 1:50:23 GMT -5
(Ko is finished now too!)
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Post by lazy penguin on Apr 6, 2020 13:47:29 GMT -5
(my basics should be complete!)
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Post by Pixie on Apr 6, 2020 15:52:42 GMT -5
(When can we start roleplaying? (: )
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Lea
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Post by Lea on Apr 6, 2020 16:29:10 GMT -5
Booker and Albany - first day of school
It was still dark when the Dohman's rolled out of bed. Arthur, North Carolina was just beginning to bustle with cars and people. The Dohman residence was cold and quiet, much different than the warmth of the streets. As five am rolled around, The Round Table Cafe opened it's doors and those early morning hustlers got their coffee. The doors of Camelot Senior High School were thrown open about six am to let in the teachers and staff. They sipped their coffee as they ran around making sure everything was ready for the rush of teenagers.
Albany slid out of her bed, her bare feet hitting the cold ground. She pulled them away quickly - she hadn't been prepared for the feeling of cold hardwood. She grabbed the robe hanging on her desk chair and slid her feet into soft, warm slippers. She rushed into the bathroom attached to her room, quickly getting ready for class. Her clock read 5:30 a.m. and she groaned as she applied her mascara. Classes were to start in two hours. For a moment she wondered if Booker was awake and getting ready for class, but she highly doubted it.
Once her makeup was applied, she pulled on comfy black leggings, a white crop tank top with no back and grabbed her usual red and black plaid flannel from her closet. She reached for her converse and when they didn't turn up she rose and spun around, ready to tear her room apart to find them. Before she could, however, she spotted them just under her bed and she mentally reminded herself to be sure to put them back in the closet where they belonged. From there, she exited her room, leaving the door ajar, and hurried down the hall and then down the stairs, her watch reading 6:15 a.m
Camelot Senior High school was about fifteen minutes from the Dohman manor and if it were any other day, Booker would have rolled out of bed about seven in the morning and had thirty minutes to get ready and get to school. Today, however, was the first day of school and he was up by six. School was where he was his best self (in his opinion). It obviously didn't hurt that he was one of the most popular people at Camelot High, and he was only a junior. If he played his cards right, he'd be King next year too.
Booker did not take long to get ready for the day, at least not usually. He spent the first fifteen minutes of his morning wondering what the heck to wear. At least he had narrowed it down to two options. The pants were always the same grey joggers and the shoes (he had so many pairs) were one of his many pairs of Jordan's. In his his hands he had a black Ralph Lauren polo shirt and a red one. If it had been two years ago, he would have asked Albany, but they had gone their separate ways in high school and since he became popular (and she became the exact opposite) there were few interactions between the Dohman twins. They even took separate cars - but clearly the Dohman's don't care about the environment
After settling on the black one (joggers and a polo? he definitely was not a fashion expert, but he totally worked the style and by tomorrow everyone would be doing it), he rushed down the stairs (it was about 6:45 a.m.). He skirted into the kitchen, almost running right into the family maid. They uttered apologizes and then he slipped into the seat at the breakfast bar, right next to his sister. They made eye contact, nodded a silent hello, and turned to their breakfast's. Albany was nearly done, but Booker was just getting started. At about 7:15 a.m., they were done and on their way to school - in separate cars of course.
It being the first day, the halls were filled with students reuniting after three months apart. Luckily, on the first day of school, classes started at 8 a.m., giving Booker the perfect amount of time to reunite with his friends - and rumored girlfriend, Sophia Schultz. Upon arriving at the school, Booker found himself leaning against the front stairs of the building. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and quickly lit one, bringing it to his lips as he looked around and checked his phone. A text notification popped up just as he checked it, reading (from one of his friends):
Friend: Yo, you throwing the annual back to school party this Friday?
Booker: Gotta keep the tradition going, duh.
Friend: Lit! Go Knights!
Booker rolled his eyes and took another puff of his cigarette.
Albany arrived to school in a hurry, narrowly avoiding getting pulled over by slowing down at the last second. She was beyond lucky. Not that it would be a problem, she'd just flash a pout and beg them not to pull her over, "You don't wanna be the one ticketing the chief's little girl, do ya?" was her usual spiel, and usually she got away with it. Ah, the perks: the bane of her existence. While her brother used it to get popular, she drew the short stick and the fact that she could get away with anything made her a social pariah.
The door to her car opened slowly and a light trail of smoke came out behind her. She already wreaked of pot. With a subtle spurts of perfume, she strode into the building and located her locker. She unlocked the door and began shuffling in binders. Of course, teachers wanted a binder for every class. Not like she'd ever use them.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Apr 6, 2020 16:44:26 GMT -5
can i join with a knight and a princess for sure, and undecided others?
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Lea
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Post by Lea on Apr 6, 2020 17:02:30 GMT -5
can i join with a knight and a princess for sure, and undecided others? yeah go ahead |
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Post by Pixie on Apr 6, 2020 17:16:32 GMT -5
(Would middle class be in the Hopeless Village?)
Elijah LaBlanc - first day of school
Elijah woke up at 6:30 am. He didn't really care about being late. He almost liked the attention of first walking in and having all sets of eyes on him. He smiled at the thought as he looked into the mirror. Today is going to be perfect, he thought as he licked his lips. He styled his hair with a wonderfully smelling curling cream. He parted it to the side and then winked at his reflection. By the time he had put on his clothes: a long-sleeved white shirt and a black pair of ripped jeans, he checked his watch and it read 7:10. Unlike most other guys his age, he rolled up his jeans. He put on a pair of white vans which were bleached to hide any past dirt stains. He hurried down the stairs and decided to make himself a simple egg sandwich.
He got out a small pan and let it heat up before he poured in olive oil. He cracked the egg onto it and as it sizzled, he toasted his bread. After his bread toasted, he flipped the egg in the pan and let it cook for about half a minute. He finished making his sandwich, seasoning the egg after putting mayo and cheese on a slice of bread. Viola, he thought. He felt a sense of contentment as he ate it and enjoyed it. He wondered if there would be any new girls he could possibly impress with his cooking. He knew the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, but did it work vice versa? He didn't know. He would find out hopefully. He was finally an upperclassmen after two long years and it was a feeling like no other. After cleaning up the dishes, it was 7:30 before he finally headed off to school in the old Ford truck. It wasn't a long ride.
He headed into the school with a smile on his face. He asked the front office for a late pass and his schedule. Of course they asked him why he was tardy and he gave them the best excuse of all: "My goldfish died and I was really sad. Amazing he lasted as long as he did." The truth of the matter was his goldfish died years ago, right before he moved up north to North Caroline. His goldfish was named Cheddar and he won him at the county fair. His goldfish had lived for over a year which was surprising as most goldfish from the fair didn't seem to last longer than a week. He remembered how he felt when he found out his fish died, but now he was using Cheddar as his excuse.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Apr 7, 2020 4:33:41 GMT -5
 Elari Grimm 
”Then, then he said-“ Ko paused to lift a finger up, barely holding back laughter as he grinned over at Elari. ”Chicken?, I thought you said pigeon!” Ko said and instantly burst into laughter at his own joke.
Elari watched him for a moment or so, patiently waiting for her younger brother to get it all out of his system. ”You are truly a master comedian, Ko,” she told him, blinking her bright blue eyes as she looked up at her brother. She didn’t understand the joke, nor could she force herself to laugh even if she wanted to, but she would always support her brother.
Ko beamed at the compliment, clearly not bothered by the fact that Elari hadn’t actually laughed. ”I know, right? I’m hilarious!” there was a beat. ”...Course I can’t take all the credit, I actually heard the joke from another one of the guys on the team, it was just so funny that I had to share, you know?” He asked, rubbing at the back of his neck as he sent Elari a lopsided smile.
Elari returned his smile with one of her own. ”Well if you laughed this much when you said it, I bet you just about passed out when you heard it the first time,” she teased lightly, picking up her pace as she walked down the school halls and towards her locker.
Elari and Ko always came to school together and Ko always insisted on walking Elari to her locker, Elari wasn’t sure why but she did appreciate the sentiment, especially since Ko seemed to enjoy this time together just as much - possibly even more - than she did, as it was a time that he was allowed to share jokes and talk about school things that he liked or that worried him.
No matter what the case was, Elari was always there to listen and she rather enjoyed their beginning of school day tradition herself and she was glad to see it continue into the new school year.
Stopping in front of her locker, Elari opened it up and started placing things inside. ”Well, anyways, maybe when we get home today, you can tell our dads your new favorite joke, I bet they’d like it,” she told him without looking back.
Ko leaned against the locker next to hers and nodded in approval. ”Oh I’m sure they’ll love it, it’s impossible not to, it’s the best joke I have ever heard...ever” He explained and afterwards a small silence fell over the two siblings before Ko pushed himself off the locker and cleared his throat. ”Alright, I’m off to my locker now, see ya later, alligator!” He told Elari with a grin and a pair of finger guns.
Elari giggled softly and leaned against her locker, arms folded. ”In awhile, crocodile!” She called out after him, waiting until he had turned the a corner and left her sight before she put her focus back on her locker.
However as she did, she noticed a girl walk up and open the locker beside her. Elari couldn’t exactly place her, though she did seem familiar.
Wrinkling up her nose slightly, Elari tried to push past the pot-perfume smell that wafted from the other girl and cleared her throat softly in an attempt to get her attention. ”Um...hi,” she greeted, her voice quiet.
Elari wasn’t exactly a super social person outside of her family, but she did try, and if she was going to be locker neighbors with this girl, she figured she might as well get on friendly terms with her.
(Hope this is an okay starter! Also sorry if there’s any spelling mistakes, it’s very late here) |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Apr 7, 2020 15:31:18 GMT -5
"Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me, I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed!" Hearing that familiar song caused Marcus to groan and place his hand over his face. He takes a moment to let the song play before turning over, picking up his phone and pushing the snooze button. Marcus lays in bed for a few minutes before sitting up and stretching his arms. Marcus listened hearing the brief sounds of his parents moving around. Least his sisters weren't awake just yet. Marie wasn't the happiest unless she had some breakfast. Rising from his bed, Marcus heads into his bathroom and goes through his morning routine. After he was done, Marcus stares at himself in the mirror and tries to gauge what he was feeling. The usual feelings of sadness wasn't there wish gave him some hope. "Let me have a good day today." He muttered to himself.
Leaving the bathroom, Marcus goes over to his closet chooses a blue and white striped shirt and a pair of jeans. While doing so, there was a knock at his door. "You awake son?" A deep voice called out. "I am dad!" He called out to him. "Good to know, breakfast is ready downstairs. Better get some now before your sisters do." The man said before walking down the hallway. Marcus chuckles a little knowing his sisters ate just as much as he did. He puts on his favorite pair of shoes and leaves his room.
Marcus hurries down the stairs and goes straight to the kitchen. He is greeted to the sight and smells of delicious breakfast food. Standing in the kitchen was his mother. His mother stood at around 5'6 who had red hair and bright green eyes. "Howdy mom." He said as he grabbed a plate and got what he wanted before going to the dining room to eat. Eventually, he was met with his sister Marie and Marcy. His parents thought they were clever giving them similar sounding names. "Will you catch the bus or do you want me to drop you off at school?" Marcus asked knowing sometimes his sisters didn't like to be on the bus. Marie the second oldest shakes her head. "I can take the bus. That and I don't want my friends drooling when they see you. It's embarrassing!" Marcus laughed knowing full well about the little crush her close friends had on him. Once they were finished eating, they chatted for a little bit before the girls headed out the door and towards the bus while he headed over to his car. Marcus drove a blue mini suv which was a gift from his parents last year.
Marcus had no problem as he drove to school. He listened to his usual morning radio show and wondered what the day would hold. He couldn't wait to see his friends and to meet the incoming freshmen. He reached the school and parks in his usual spot. Hopping out, Marcus heads inside waving to people along the way and goes straight to his locker. Along the way, he scopes out the students for anyone who stood out or just looked attractive in general.
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Lea
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Post by Lea on Apr 7, 2020 21:24:57 GMT -5
Albany mouthed her combination as she turned the dial of the lock. Her focus on unlocking her locker made her unaware of her locker neighbor. Even if she had noticed her when she walked up, she was very good at ignoring people. This was to the point that she had seen Elari and seconds later forgot about her existence as she tried to get into her locker.
Her first attempt was a loss, somehow she had managed to put the combination in wrong. She let out a frustrated huff before reattempting. Her second try proved more fruitful than that of the first try and she yanked over the door. The door shuttered slightly at the force of her opening it.
Quickly, she shoved the supplies filling up her bag into her locker. You know, the usual notebooks and such. Things she was unlikely to need during the day but her parents had still purchased for her. The main purpose of her locker this semester would be to hold useless supplies and unused textbooks. While Junior year was supposed to be the most important year of your high school career, on the surface it looked like Albany didn't care. Internally, she knew very well how important this year was and she had already started filling out applications for colleges that she wouldn't be fully applying to until next fall. Since it was the first day of school, Albany had yet to determine whether or not she was going to make an attempt at succeeding this year, but she wanted to be prepared just in case she decided to ignore her inner thoughts and actually work hard.
After shoving things into her locker, she slammed it shut. Mid-shutting it the girl beside her spoke up. The quiet greeting almost went in one year and out the other, but fortunately for Elari Albany heard her. For a moment Albany chose to ignore Elari as she zipped up her bag and re-slung in over her shoulder. She stared at her feet for a moment, comparing her converse to the other girls before looking up.
"Hi." She replied curtly, not entirely sure if she wanted to step into a conversation with someone she didn't know. She was fortunate to not know this other student, at least upon first inspection. She was prepared to be locker buddies with one of the other rich losers who were not very nice to her.
Albany's eyes were still read from this mornings activities and she still needed to go to the bathroom to apply her eye drops before first bell. For another moment she was silent, waiting for Elari to say something else besides hi, but when she didn't Albany said, "I'm surprised you're not scrambling for an insult right about now. Don't you know I'm Booker Dohman's less than satisfactory twin?"
Licking her lips, Albany didn't give Elari much time to muster a response before speaking again, "Whatever. You're not in my friend group which leads me to believe that it's safe to assume that if your friends see you talking to me you might never hear the end of it. Albany," she stuck out her hand to shake Elari's as she introduced herself, "What's your name and do I know you?"
Elari was lucky that she hadn't started this conversation with an insult - Albany was way too high to play nice with bullies..
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Post by Lea on Apr 7, 2020 21:34:08 GMT -5
Early in the morning, the gym in downtown Arthur, North Carolina, was rather dead. There were a few people, a handful of nine to fivers working at the elliptical or a treadmill. There was maybe two people working weights and then there were those few who looked like they had spent the night there, covered in sweat, heavy bags under their eyes, and they were almost zombie-like walking the indoor track. It was even quiet within the gym, besides the sound of machines going. There were televisions on the walls, but they were silent and had subtitles. If anyone was listening to anything, they were using headphones. This was probably the best time to be up in the gym. Which is why, if you were to look, you would fine Addison Dakota Moreau here.
The young man was in a tight fitting white tank top and basketball shorts. He wore beat up sneakers, and he had headphones stuck in his ears. Addison was jogging the indoor track, sweat dripping down his forehead. The watch on his wrist ready 4:30 a.m. Most people of Arthur, North Carolina, were still in bed, hours away from getting up and ready to go to work or school. Addison, on the other hand, was always up by three in the morning and always at the gym by four. It was easy, especially since he was in bed by ten. That still was even too late, so it was hard to believe that he still managed to be productive with such limited sleep, but the teenager was lucky. Some how, he had inherited the ability to be always moving - like a shark. The only thing he knew that he shared with his birth parents - that and the color of his skin.
Addison slowed to a walk, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He checked his watch, a habit of his even though he had only been at the gym long enough for a warm up. He dropped his hand and walked across the gym toward the weights, Kendrick Lamar's HUMBLE. playing in his ears. This was his usual routine, even during the summer. Wake up, throw on gym clothes, go to the gym, jog around the indoor track for some cardio, and then lift weights until five thirty. Any other day, he'd stay in the gym until maybe eight in the morning. By five thirty, he would be done lifting (for a little while) and you'd find him playing with the other machines, some days running on the treadmill, playing with the elliptical, or jumping some rope. Then back to lifting weights. Breakfast at eight fifteen and then taking summer courses so that he could graduate early - at the rate he was going, he could graduate at sixteen and get into nearly any college he wanted. He was smart, but he had never skipped a grade. He had the credits, but had always insisted on being with those his own age. Of course, this would fade as soon as he was sixteen and going to Princeton or Harvard.
This morning, however, he had to be done by five thirty, so he could run home and shower - he wanted to shower at home for his first day of school, with all the nice smelling soaps he had. Usually, he'd shower here and use what the place had to offer, but he was getting sick of the scentless stuff they had here - they had to make sure none of their customers had allergic reactions so personal soaps were discouraged which Addison found dumb. So, when five thirty rolled around, he stopped his work out, and as he dabbed at his sweat with a towel, he scooped up his duffel bag and left the gym. His home wasn't far from the gym, so he was able to walk. As soon as he returned home, he was upstairs getting ready for the day. Addison was the only Moreau still living at home, so the place was pretty empty in the mornings. He would see his mother in the evening for dinner.
Addison took his time in the shower, spending nearly forty-five minutes under the water. When he was finished, he moisturized, and brushed his teeth (the second time that day). From there, he pulled on the clothes his mother had laid out for him the night before. He was able to dress himself - and pretty well - but it had been a tradition since preschool for Mrs. Moreau to lay out his clothes for the first day of school. He would miss this tradition when he grew up and moved out. That day would come sooner than he wished to image. What his mother had laid out for him had been a pair of black chino cloth trousers, a brown belt, a short sleeve, white button-up shirt, and a nice pair of shoes who's brand Addison didn't have the room in his brain to remember. He dressed quickly and as a final touch, he added a pin to the breast pocket. The pin was two letters, presumably the initial's of his birth father (GH).
Today, he was too nervous for breakfast. As he left the Moreau home, he grabbed a granola bar and a water bottle, along with the paper bagged lunch his mother had made him. He shoved the lunch in his backpack and bit into the granola bar as he stepped out the door. His sister, Sailor, who was still in town from her summer break, was waiting for him - she had been staying with friends the past couple of nights. She was to give him a ride to school. They didn't exchange any words during the duration of the car ride, she knew that he was too stressed about the school year. He was taking college level courses with those of the eleventh grade this year. It was funny how he would be surrounded by these older kids but wasn't a part of their class. One would wonder why he turned down the offer to be moved up a grade. It wasn't like he would be walking with those in his grade or the ones above him. Three more semesters of his life (in high school) and he wouldn't be a student of Camelot High anymore.
Arriving at school, he hugged his sister goodbye, thanked her for the ride, then walked up toward the school. He adjusted the bag over his shoulder and clutched his varsity jacket from freshman year (lucky boy) that he had grabbed before leaving home that morning, and walked up the steps. Passing Teddy and Booker, giving them side eye - yuck, cigarettes - before disappearing into the halls of CHS. He pushed the jacket into the crook of his elbow and pulled out his schedule. It was seven something or other and he was trying to figure out where his first class was. He stopped by his locker, and began trying to get the lock. But he was shaking, and having a hard time getting it open.
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.
Turns out all of my characters start at their lockers lol Also, I'm lazy and all my starters are cut and paste from the original chs |
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Post by Pixie on Apr 7, 2020 21:41:29 GMT -5
(I shouldn't have skipped into the future like that, rip. Now I have to wait for interaction, lol.)
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Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Apr 7, 2020 22:20:25 GMT -5
Adalyn Paige Frost
camelot senior high school hallways
@ no one in particular
The alarm was blaring and blaring and blaring. "Adalyn, it is time to get up," her father yelled as he passed her closed door. She let out a groan as her hand hit the off button on her phone. She peeked out from under the blanket to see the bright face of her phone and it read, much to her displeasure: 6:00am.
Great, it was time for school. Her thoughts were as sarcastic as her motivation was to get up for said event. It would just be another day of boring classes that took little to no brain power and more people bugging her because "she was Queen" of the school. Okay, let's be real, she got the position because she was the Mayor's daughter and that came with a lot of connections. She didn't mind being Queen, especially since she was only a Junior, which meant that next year was pretty much a win for her as well. The worst part about holding such a title would be the fact that she had to look good anytime she went into public. Dress To Impress ... her father always said.
"You better be up!" The booming voice of her father said once again as he walked down the stairs, leaving Adalyn groaning again.
Yes, yes, I'm up. She thought begrudgingly, as she flung off the many blankets on her bed. Walking over to her window, she quickly opened the curtains to allow some of the rising sun into her room -- it always did wake her up a little bit more. It felt refreshing to look out into the world that was just waking up for it's busy day as well.
A yawn escaped her as she made her way to her ensuite bathroom. A quick shower was in order, then of course, the girl started working on blow drying her hair. She curled it into soft waves so that it laid on her shoulders with ease. She also did quick work of her makeup: winged charcoal eyeliner, some glitter on her inner corner, matte foundation, some bronzer and highlighter, topped off with black mascara and subtle pink lip stain. She looked into the mirror -- her lips pursed and her eyes glittering as she stared back at herself.
She pulled on ripped dark washed jeans, paired with a black v neck that hugged her body in a simple but effective way, and then she work some black booties that complimented the entire outfit. Quickly walking down the stairs, she gave her dad a kiss on the cheek, and grabbed a piece of buttered toast. "Have a good day at school, sweetie," her dad said, pulling the phone away from his face to bid her farewell. She waved in his direction as he went back to mumbling on the phone. It was normal, he was often very busy and she never liked to disturb him. Her mother passed away a few years ago from cancer, which is something she likes to keep to herself. Now, it was just her and her father in the large mayor's manor but she didn't mind it. Her father and her had a good system and it seemed to work relatively well, so why mess with it now?
Adalyn grabbed her keys to her BMW 3 series and quickly made her way to school.
She pulled into the already filling parking lot and found her usual spot open. The silver haired female climbed out of her car, grabbed her cute side bag and entered the bustling high school and slowly made her way to her locker. |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Apr 8, 2020 1:21:50 GMT -5
( I’ll work on my reply tonight, in the meantime though, I did draw Elari! ) |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Apr 8, 2020 14:26:35 GMT -5
Elari Grimm
The truth was, this was a pretty big thing for Elari. She wasn’t much of a talker, especially around people she was unfamiliar with, and she was perfectly content to simply go about her day while letting everyone else go about theirs. That’s how she had always been, and had let her siblings and cousins do the talking instead.
However over the course of the summer, Elari had made a list of goals she wanted to accomplish this new school year, and one of those things was to be a little more social, a little more friendly, and hopefully make a couple new friends, and what better way to start than by introducing yourself to your locker neighbor?
Except...apparently that might not have been the best way to start.
Caught back by Albany’s bite to her voice, Elari might’ve flinched just slightly at the tone. ”No, I’m not-I would never-“ She scrambled for some sort of answer, a way to let the other girl know that she wasn’t that kind of person, however Albany continued talking before Elari could get much else in.
She remained quiet as the other girl spoke, her posture rigid and tense. If Elari was being honest here, she knew she had recognized Albany from somewhere, which made sense now that she realized this was Booker’s sister.
Elari didn’t know Booker personally, but he didn’t get to be that popular without being known by the rest of the school, besides, Ko was a knight and would mention him occasionally. However this was really only the second year that the Grimm family had been here. They moved in last summer and last year had been Elari’s first year at Camelot Senior High, and while she didn’t consider herself any sort of “new kid on the block” anymore, it also wasn’t like Elari had made leaps and bounds to leave her small circle.
Honestly, there were people in her “group” that she still wasn’t actually close with.
”I’m Elari, and no you don’t,” she responded politely when Albany requested her name. ”I’m just, well I’m your locker neighbor-“ Elari paused to step back and gesture to her locker, a nervous smile crossing her face as she showed it off in hopes of that helping for whatever reason. ”Tada.....” Okay that was definitely not helping, Elari, don’t tada your locker. ”And well, you see, I did this whole ‘new school year, new me’ thing and came up with a lot of goals and one of them was to be a little more social and friendly, because I’ve never really been that good at that and-“ somewhere deep in her mind, amidst all the rambling, Elari seemed to realize that she was over sharing about things that the other girl could probably care less about and stopped herself.
Clearing her throat a little, Elari went back to standing beside her locker and shuffled her feet a little. ”Anyways, so I thought it might be a good idea to introduce myself, and I’m sorry for not recognizing you sooner, I knew you looked familiar though,” she explained, hoping that maybe they would help a little.
Honestly, Elari didn’t really care much for the whole hierarchy system that the school seemed to have, especially since it seemed to work really well for some of them and horribly for others and Elari had been taught that everyone deserved respect and she didn’t plan on abandoning that now. So while yes, maybe the others in her little “group” might not approve of her talking to “Booker Dohman’s less satisfactory twin” - as Albany had put it - in Elari’s opinion, it couldn’t at least hurt to be on friendlier terms with her, especially since, chances were, she was going to run into Albany a lot at their lockers.
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Post by Pixie on Apr 8, 2020 14:38:05 GMT -5
(Elari is so precious ;; )
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Apr 8, 2020 14:40:29 GMT -5
(I’m glad you like her, but she’s honestly such a disaster, ngl)
(Which, if you wanna rp, I’ve still got Ko open!)
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Post by Pixie on Apr 8, 2020 14:47:43 GMT -5
(I went a little ahead in the timeline, but I guess I can go back and take Eli's sob story about his goldfish being the reason he was late? Idk. I will type out a post in maybe a little bit.)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Apr 8, 2020 14:58:03 GMT -5
(alright, there’s no rush though! And I loved Elijah’s sob story about his fish! Which, fun fact, but Elijah is the name of one of Elari’s and Ko’s dads and I feel like Ko is definitely gonna get a huge kick out of talking to someone that shares a name with his dad, ngl)
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Post by Pixie on Apr 8, 2020 15:05:27 GMT -5
(alright, there’s no rush though! And I loved Elijah’s sob story about his fish! Which, fun fact, but Elijah is the name of one of Elari’s and Ko’s dads and I feel like Ko is definitely gonna get a huge kick out of talking to someone that shares a name with his dad, ngl) (I wrote about the goldfish because I too had a goldfish I won at a strawberry festival and I named him Cheddar and he died in like 4 days. Elijah would definitely get a kick out of it too. He would definitely start making dad jokes despite not actually being his dad.) |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Apr 8, 2020 15:06:51 GMT -5
(alright, there’s no rush though! And I loved Elijah’s sob story about his fish! Which, fun fact, but Elijah is the name of one of Elari’s and Ko’s dads and I feel like Ko is definitely gonna get a huge kick out of talking to someone that shares a name with his dad, ngl) (I wrote about the goldfish because I too had a goldfish I won at a strawberry festival and I named him Cheddar and he died in like 4 days. Elijah would definitely get a kick out of it too. He would definitely start making dad jokes despite not actually being his dad.) ( Oh no, rip Cheddar the goldfish Please, Ko would find that hilarious tbh, especially because he’s kind of naked after his other dad, so to him it’s just? Extra funny to run into an Elijah) |
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