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Post by Lea on Apr 20, 2024 14:39:17 GMT -5
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 Camelot Senior High School
* all spots are unlimited (besides King, Queen, and Head Knight [1/3 taken]
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The time for Kings and Queens has long passed. Decades and centuries have rushed past us and few have stopped to wonder where the time has gone. Cities rose and fell, kings became presidents, colonies became states, wars went from swords and crossbows to guns and nuclear weapons. Babies have been born and the elderly have passed. Education became more prominent, and warriors have become less respected. Equality has gotten more widespread and life expediencies have gone up. Somehow, however, the mentality of 'we're better than you' and wealth is power has withstood the test of time. More importantly, it is still a serious issue at Camelot Senior High School. Lead by powerful cliques (and mommy and daddy money), this high school is a timeless example of how nothing has changed.
this is a remake of an old rp c: Original Remake
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Post by Lea on Apr 20, 2024 14:39:30 GMT -5
Camelot Senior High is located in the fictional town of Arthur, North Carolina. This is a decently populated town, not everyone knows everyone. Everyone is familiar with the Round Table Cafe - a Starbucks-esque coffee shop. Of course we have a Starbucks, it's just not as popular. The Round Table Cafe is a block from the school so it's a popular hangout spot. Some other hangout spots are Believe! Karaoke Club, Merlin Magic Diner, and some kids even wreak havoc at Wal-Mart. Downtown we have some clubs that allow minors, and a few that do not. We've got a Wal-Mart and three Mcdonald's, two Burger Kings, and one Wendy's. We have a phenomenal police force, fire team, and hospital staff - so don't get arrested, if you set your house on fire, you should be fine, and if you get hurt, you'll be well taken care of. We have people from all walks of life and a gated community full of stuck-up people who everyone knows about and either fears or hates - it's called Kings Palace, by the way. And the poorer kids usually come from Hope, a little rundown part of town called Hopeless Village by the high school kids. Our town has a pretty nice nightlife and since not everyone knows everyone you might be able to get away with sneaking into one with a fake.
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Post by Lea on Apr 20, 2024 14:39:47 GMT -5
Camelot Senior High School. Grades nine through twelve, cliques who battle it out tough teachers, and a friendly janitorial staff. This school is big enough to hold all four grades and not be cramped. There are several hallways and three floors. Most classes are on the first floor, including the gymnasium, cafeteria, and auditorium. English and Social studies-based classes can be found on the second floor, and math and sciences on the third. There's a garden on the roof, too. From a far enough distance, the school resembles a castle of sorts and some rumor that the school itself is the reincarnation of King Arthur, Merlin, and the Round table legend, but that's just a rumor.
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Post by Lea on Apr 20, 2024 14:39:58 GMT -5
 The Cliques of Camelot Senior High are just as you would expect.
Camelot Royalty - there's one Queen, one King, and their minions: the Princes and Princesses of Camelot High.
► the Queen: name // grade
► the King: Booker Dohman // 11th
► the Princesses:
Estella Lobo // 11th
name // grade
► the Princes:
name // grade
name // grade
the Knights - No, No, not the ones of the round table. Just the Jocks of the school. The Camelot Knights, those of all the teams (football, basketball, baseball) and whose lives revolve around sports, find themselves as the Knights. And those underclassmen who look up and try to resemble the knights? Their squires.
► Head Knight: namel // grade
► the Knights:
name // grade
name // grade
► the Squires:
name // grade
name // grade
name // grade
the Jesters - those popular class clowns. Well, not all of them are popular, but the kids in this clique are still higher on the list than the others. They're an equal group with no leader.
name // grade
name // grade
the Actors - and actresses. These are the theater-talented students at Camelot. They're the best of the best, they get most of the best roles and they're always expected to be dramatic.
► the Actors:
name // grade
name // grade
► the Actresses:
name // grade
name // grade
the Advisers - No, not guidance counselors. The smarty-pants of the school. The ones with the good grades, the hand raised losers (not always). You know 'em. Plus, a handful of them are always full of advise - or they think they are.
Addison Moreau // 10th
name // grade
the Wizards - and witches. The wizards, well liked. The witches...not as popular. But they're all in the same clique and they all get along and protect one another. That being said: these are your nerds. The gamers, the d&d guys and gals.
► the Wizards:
name // grade
name // grade
► the Witches:
name // grade
name // grade
name // grade
the Peasants - they're not popular and they're not losers, they're just the royal subjects.
name // grade
name // grade
the Exiled - the not so popular. Anyone who doesn't fit in somewhere else is here, anyone who can be considered an outsider. They don't always get along with the law either.
Albany Dohman // 11th
name // grade
name // grade
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Post by Lea on Apr 20, 2024 14:40:20 GMT -5
What is going on?
It's high school, what do you think is going on? Here I will post what is going on every five pages so new members can catch up on stuff and anyone who has been away can see what has happened.
Page 1 - Nothing Much has happened so far. It's the first day of school, though. Oh, and there's talk about a party?
Page 5 - nothing yet
Page 10 - nothing yet
Page 15 - nothing yet
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Post by Lea on Apr 20, 2024 14:40:36 GMT -5
About the Creator
Hi guys!
I doubt we see many of these "about the creator" posts on roleplay threads but I thought I would slap this here since I have been off the roleplaying scene for four years. I am an adult and I'm hoping that the demographic of this place has grown since 2020, but I am happy to roleplay with anyone and everyone as long as everyone feels safe. I am a mom so that will always come first, and I hope you understand that. I have been a member of these here forums since before this forum page was even created. It feels wild to say that, especially with how long this has been here now, but it's true. I'm so excited to get back into roleplaying and I hope you all extend to me some level of patience as I try to get back on board.
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Post by Lea on Apr 20, 2024 14:40:53 GMT -5
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Apr 22, 2024 22:14:35 GMT -5
This looks fun! I'm interested in joining}}
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Post by Lea on Apr 23, 2024 9:46:10 GMT -5
♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ Awesome! Do you have any questions? Feel free to check out the joining page and get started on your characters!
I'll work on posting a starter once I get more interest in the roleplay.
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Apr 24, 2024 21:01:54 GMT -5
Great! No, I don't have any questions ATM. I just posted on the joining page  Let me know if I need to change anything or if you need any further details before accepting. }} |
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Apr 25, 2024 20:45:43 GMT -5
I'll probably be slow on my response and characters. A bad storm blew through and my internet is down. :/ My internet guy said it wouldn't be fixed for a few days because of the lightning. }}
I am interested though in how you did the mood board for your charries. I was inspired by it and started doing some photo searching, it was a lot of fun!}}
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Post by Lea on Apr 26, 2024 8:40:49 GMT -5
I'll probably be slow on my response and characters. A bad storm blew through and my internet is down. :/ My internet guy said it wouldn't be fixed for a few days because of the lightning. }} I am interested though in how you did the mood board for your charries. I was inspired by it and started doing some photo searching, it was a lot of fun!}} Not going to lie, I made those mood boards 4-6 years ago so I'm not entirely sure, but I most likely used picsart. |
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Apr 29, 2024 19:36:33 GMT -5
It's okay. My internet is still down :'( Is it okay if I post my characters on the character page and reformat them later? I can also get a starter going soon}}
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Post by Lea on Apr 30, 2024 8:33:37 GMT -5
It's okay. My internet is still down :'( Is it okay if I post my characters on the character page and reformat them later? I can also get a starter going soon}} (Yes that's fine) |
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Post by Lea on Apr 30, 2024 10:34:26 GMT -5
Not all of my roleplay posts will look like this. I am lazy (sorry) and I just want to role play lol. This is just to get us started.
Albany & Booker Dohman // 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 quick 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 Dew on Apr 30, 2024 13:41:56 GMT -5
(I'll get a starter up for both of my girls soon, but I can start them with any of your guys characters if you want)
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on May 2, 2024 21:14:57 GMT -5
Rowdy>>
In her 12 year educational career, Rowdy had met the first day of school with excitement and wonder. A new chapter, a new adventure, new friends and faces. She liked the new, but now all she wished for was the old. Her dred was tangible, and it tangled with her limbs and tied her to the mattress.
“Rowdy, its been half an hour, it’s time to get up and get going.” Mother chastised her, turned on the lights to the room, smoothed out her daughters raven hair, and pulled out the first day of school chosen outfit from the closet. But she couldn’t stay, her work pulled her away, leaving Rowdy alone to fight her demons. Dad would've added “Be brave, my Rowdy girl.” And that thought tipped her on her toes. She whisked into the day, busy work, makes for a busy mind and she needed her mind everywhere at once. A tan bohemian tiered skirt, topped with a grey shirt- styled with a knot in the bottom right corner, and some classic cowboy boots was her look for the day. Her hair, she left free falling, but gave it a decent brush.
In the kitchen was her favorite, and she knew they were waiting from the smell that wafted into her bedroom in the dim light of day. Puffy muffins, packed with pumpkin, and sprinkled with sugar crystals called her forward. In her hand they were still warm but there was no time, her procrastinating meant she had to munch on it in the car.
At approximately 7:30, Rowdy pulled her little SUV into the parking lot. She was loaded with a back pack full of first day things, her dance bag on her shoulder, a water bottle in one hand and a cellphone in the other. Rowdy glided towards the entrance, making the juggling act look easy. Upon reaching her locker, the girl made a heap on the floor to pick through and organize into her locker precisely how she wanted it. Books and binders on one side, dance stuff on the other, finally a sentimental picture in the back. Her busy mind pulled her eyes away as she also pinned up her schedule to the inside of the door. "Literature, Chemistry, Ag, then Calculus, and Lunch. After that is Health and Wellness, Sculpture and Study Hall." The girl whispered to herself, "And dance practice at the end of the day. I've got to get those girls whipped into shape." Her role as captain of the Dance Team did not come lightly and she was ready to drown herself in the work.
Her face was untelling of her brewing emotions, but her nose did dare to wrinkle as Albany passed her with a strong scent. The other girls locker was a few down and on the other side of the walkway but she decided to interact anyway. “Good morning. How was your summer?” She wasn’t super familiar with the Junior, but she wouldn’t pass on a chance to reach out to another human being.
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on May 2, 2024 21:40:47 GMT -5
Mo>>
The bus was smelly and sweaty already. Thankfully as a high school kid, Mo got to have his own seat in the back, but it took a while before all of the smaller whinier kids were dropped off and they finally reached the CHS. At this point, the teenage boy was near starved, he yearned for food, even if it was school breakfast, and was thrilled once the bus opened the doors and the driver gave the all clear for everyone to exit.
Upon standing, Mo’s grey shirt seemed to swallow him, The baggy sleeves slurped his arms up to his elbows. The hem chomped his whole upper body, waist and part of his upper legs. At least his shorts seemed to fit what you could see of them anyway. Only a few inches of black material showed themselves to the world, as if embarrassed to be worn in this manor. His tennis shoes were worn and the laces frayed at the end, but they covered his feet and didn’t have any holes. In his household, this meant they were wearable.
Mo bounced off the bus and rolled into the school building, quick to find his lunch card and scan into the breakfast line. Biscuits and gravy was on today’s menu and Mo didn’t complain. Any food was worth being grateful for. Eagerly, he served himself a heaping amount, but not soo much that the lunch ladies would tell him to put some back. He had learned that lesson early on. The lunch room had a few tables set up for the morning and the boy found an empty table close to the doors, he was ready to try his new accents he had practiced all summer on people who entered.
Between bites of his food, and fidgeting with his glasses, Mo called and waved to people that came into the building, teachers and students alike. “Howdy do there young peasants?” His small town country tone strung the vowels together and “Ahoy! Me hearties!” Caused a few strange looks with his piratey guffaw. He switched it up a time or two, but mostly stuck to these classics.
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Post by Dew on May 3, 2024 8:06:08 GMT -5
Chloe A. Thompson
First day of school!
Her first class started at 8am sharp. What time is it now? Chloe checked her bedside clock, reading the time. 5:58. Not bad. Enough time for her to eat, get dressed and take the bus.
She got out of her bed, and dressed (tight jeans, white shirt and a yellow sweater). She made her way down the stairs, and opened the fridge. Chloe knew that her mother would be at work, and her father would still be sleeping.
Now Chloe sat down with her bowl of cereal. 6:25. The bus didn't come until 7:15. She checked her phone, but didn't see any missed messages. By now she had finished her breakfast, and she left the table to make sure she had everything in her backpack.
Binders, check. Computer, check. Lunch, check. Phone, check. She doubled check her stuff a few times, and she knew that some of her stuff was at school.
{ a few minutes later }
6:50. She should get going. Chloe but her backpack on her back, phone in hand, and left.
Chloe: Dad, I left. See you when I get home. Love you.
It was a five minute walk to the bus, so she got there at 6:55. Since Chloe was a little early, she spent the rest of the time on her phone, checking her mail and her class schedule.
Dad: Love you. I'll try to get up earlier tomorrow. 😘
Her mother woke up early to go to work, and her father got back late to go to work, and by now she had grown used to waking up with them not there.
Now, the bus was here. Chloe boarded the bus, and the chattering was way louder than the quiet bus stop. As she was one of the last bus stops, only the seats near the top were empty.
It was how it always was, 9th graders were huddling around each other, 12th graders were giddy about this being their last year. And then their were minglers, kids of different grades hanging because they were siblings or neighbors or friends.
{ fifteen minutes later }
Chloe got off of the school bus, and quickly got out of the way before the older kids trampled her. She knew that the lower schoolers and Middle schoolers would yet to have to be dropped off.
Now she was in the school, nearing her locker. Chloe put in her code, (which she had engraved into her brain) and carefully sorted her binders along with everything else. Perfect. Now she could quickly grab everything she needed for class without lingering in the hallways for too long.
The way she did things was get to class, maybe talk to some classmates before the teacher came, get through the day, then do her homework outside before she went home. Sometimes she even went to another's house for a party, but that was usual. By now all her parents wanted was for her to hang out with a friend since they were barley ever home. Chloe let out a sign, then closed her locker.
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