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RPG about a high school (and town)where anything can happen and usually does. |
| [Introduction]
Mostly this is your traditional high school. You have your cheerleaders dating the jocks, you have your smart nerds, artists, and of course the goths. At the beginning of your first post, give your character description. Then hit return a couple of times and add your part of the story. Please remember that a character's actions and feelings are usually not the same at the players'. Player A and Player B's characters can hate each other, but outside the game, the two of them can be close friends. Get it? Good. If anyone takes more than four days or so to reply, their turn will be skipped. Too many times have people waited for almost two weeks with no reply. If anyone says anything extremely, inexcusably offensive or just outrageously wierd and creepy, I work on a two strike basis. My dissaproval makes one strike. All I need is one complaint from any other writer (via email, people!) and that offender will be deleted. Sorry! Other notice: If you make a mistake with your post, I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do. I've tried, but it just doesn't work. Sorry! (Some of this comes directly from Achren's rules, just so yah know. We ain't the same person, but it's very close. We share a brain.) NEWS: Yes, it has happened again. I don't know what is wrong with this thing, but... I was clearing away members that haven't posted yet, and it deleted all of them. Thankfully, it allowed me to invite myself (via another e-mail address) and everyone that's posted so far has gotten an invite. If you weren't included in the reboot, then feel free to ask for an invite again. |
| (I know, I know, been forever, but I just couldn't bring myself to make a cut-off date. I wanted to get as many members as possible, but now... Well, I'm damn tired of waiting. Instead of continuing right where we left off, we'll start it at the next day-- feel free to make any excuse yah want for missing characters, as long as it makes sense. And... Eh, excuse the massive spelling mistakes. Word is acting freaky and I'm too lazy to run spellcheck somewhere else.) Carmine tapped at his desk with a pen, glaring brazenly back at anyone that dared to even glance his way in curiosity. He'd just "finished" another one of Mr. Faille's quizzes... He'd scribbled a huge hand giving the finger across the entire page. For an amatuer, it wasn't bad, but it lacked detail and proportion. It was the thought that mattered, though. The night before Carmine had done a little experiment with his hair. He dyed the tips bright red and trimmed an inch or so off so he could style it better. At the moment, it was gelled into messy but cool-looking tangles that drapped over his left eye. He was satisfied with the results, but he planned on re-doing over lunch. He was dressed in his usual chain-encrusted black jeans and a black t-shirt that read "Chicks dig scrawny pale guys," but he'd added some black eyeliner to spice things up. It was a whole new him... Whee. He was torn from his musings on how he looked by Faille asking the class to pass up the quizzes. With a snide grin, Carmine crumpled his in a ball and tossed it onto the teacher's desk, cackling madly as the old man turned red in the face and repremanded him. |
| 'Great... another day.'Kai thought and sighed. Everyday it was the same thing. It was just a waste. It got excessively boring. Not just academics but every class. It always plagued his mind, to the point of considering suicide. But suicide is better left to those who need it. Kai did not believe in suicide. It was cheap. That's why he was a fur. That way he felt alone and isolated from a race he loathed and feared. The hallway was empty, and Kai loved the quiet that was present. Normally the hallways were crowded in between classes or during class when the... troublemakers hang out. Anyway Kai walked the hallways. He probably should have been in class but he no longer cared. |
| Of all the classes he took, Cor couldn't think of one as boring as math with Mr. Marlino. The man had the tendency to endlessly ramble about nothing, so Cor naturally finished his homework and then wasted the period reading or staring at a crack in the wall. Today, just for a change of pace, Cor sat massaging the shoulder that Achren chose to abuse the previous day. Though it had stopped bleeding, it was stiff, and it throbbed constantly. Cor mused over the unpredictable Ice Queen. Yesterday she had snapped at him, attacked him, then returned and apologized in her own way, then finally walked away with only a short "Goodbye." He had no clue what all this really meant, and considering his previous success in starting a conversation, he decided he wouldn't attempt to ask her. If Achren wanted to say something to him, that was fine, and if not, he would simply ignore her like he did most other people. He contented himself with that solution, feeling it was much better than getting another bleeding wound on his other shoulder. |
| Carmine yawned with an indifferent expression on his face as Mr. Faille babbled on about responsibility and his ‘continued disruptions and delinquent actions’. He did perk up when the Social Studies teacher mentioned the young man just leaving the class and doing them all a favor. Well, he did just that. In fact, Carmine skipped out the door, chains rattling with each step and each jump. Since it was well after class had begun, it was unlikely that there would be any patrolling teachers—a fact he had researched himself through many class walkouts. Actually, there was no one at all in the halls... No one but that quiet kid, what was his name... Kai? Yeah, Kai. Maybe Carmine could have a little fun with the boy... Just little crap, enough to drive away all remaining kind impulses from the day before but not enough to get him in major trouble. Again. “Cuttin’ classes, Mr. Silver? Have you finally decided to get off your lazy ass and defy the establishment like the other social rejects?” |
| 'Great. The peace and tranquility of the hall is lost. Might as well be in class," Kai thought, ignoring Carmine. 'What an idiot! Thinking I am doing this as a way of defying the establishment... not that I really give a shit about the establishment but I have my own reasons.' Kai continued walking not letting Carmine get any sort of response. Kai paused at a door. 'Hopefully there won't be anyone in here for social reasons... but knowing my luck half the school will be in here smoking.' Sighing he pushed the door to the bathroom open and walked in. He coughed almost immediately from the heavy smell of cigarette smoke and a hint of some other smoke, but the bathroom was empty. Kai moved to a stall and closed the door. Satisfied with the lock he slung off his backpack and sat down on the toilet lid. He put his head in his hands and began to cry. |
| Cor laughed inwardly; he hadn't expected any respone from Achren so soon. "Well, I'm officially bored as hell. Want to get out of here?" Achren asked. Cor couldn't help himself. "Why, so you can rip another hole in me?" he responded in as acid a tone as he could muster "I warned you I was in a piss-poor mood," Achren shot back. "Apparently," Cor responded, though his face now broke into a grin. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Anyway, I don't normally cut classes..." Cor caught Achren rolling her eyes at this. "But I guess I could make an exception, because today is definately boring as hell. Where is it that you had in mind to go?" |
| Flara walked into the school, not quite nervous about being the new student but she hated giving the speech about herself. She adjusted the black backpack with lots of writing on it, and checked out her nails... The black polish was chipping off... damn. She looked around with ice blue eyes, which occasionally turned green, at some of the other students. Surprisingly, more than half the school seemed punk, gothic, or a mix between them. Flara grinned evilly... she would fit right in... Flara walked around and then decided to skip her class and just sit outside and enjoy a ciggarette. Soon, some kids that were obviously skipping class too walked out the door. She glanced over at them, then blew out a breath of smoke and looked at the sky. "Hey, is there anything good to do around here?" Flara asked, scratching at her mahogany hair. |
| Carmine felt quite let down when the other boy didn’t rise to the bait... Hell, to be honest, he was shocked out of his mind. Most people in the school either hated him, were terrified of him, or loved him. Kai was just... There. Most people he came in contact with couldn’t resist some kind of response, whether it be an insult, compliment, or a stuttered “Sorry, must be going...” Just then, the bell rang, causing him to jump slightly. Shaking his head, Carmine jangled his way down the hall, barely noticing the wide berth most students gave him. His next class was in another building across the campus and he didn’t really feel like walking all that way... He felt much more like screwing off the class and taking advantage of the laxity of the rules at Sable. Ah, Sable Rock High School. How he loved her, and yet hated her. After Columbine, most high schools had cracked down on their zero-tolerance policy... Sable had, if anything, lightened up on it. Lucky for him, unlucky for his peers. He was about to head for the parking lot when a voice startled him—again. Damn nerves... He quickly veered about and opened his mouth for a sharp reprimand, cold blue eyes immediately focusing on Flara’s own. The words faltered in his mouth as he took in her appearance and what she had said. His eyes, so like her’s, took on a playful glint. “Not much at school, besides harassing the teachers. I could, however, show you around some.” (OOC: Could you include a stat-post thinger in your next turn? For the actual form, look under my Portfolio for the old Sable Rock campfire.) |
| Kai stared at the boy looking back at him in the mirror. Who was that? He shook his head and splashed water from the sink on his face. Taking a towel and whiped his face. Kai looked at his watch before walking out the door of the bathroom. The hallway was now far from peaceful. All the kids who felt like cutting were out of class. Kai hurried from the bathroom to his class. Pushing through them and ignoring everything around him. He didn't care about what the teacher would say as long he was away from the people... the people he detested so horribly. |
| "Great...so we can be bored in school or bored out of school," Cor muttered to Achren. "I guess I'd like to avoid paying for a boring movie." "Not like I'd pay anyway," Achren replied. "Well lets just get out of here and then maybe something to do will present itself," Cor suggested. The two of them gladly escaped the cigarette smoke haze that constantly seemed to surround the school and walked a few blocks into the town proper, which consisted of little more than a few old stores, some clubs, a movie theater, and an old trickling fountain filled with green muck. Having nothing better to do, Cor and Achren continued to stroll through the town, talking about whatever came to mind. Cor, who was enjoying himself for once, hardly noticed when they emerged on the opposite side which was generally considered the wealthy section of town, with big white houses, expensive cars, and swimming pools. Cor suddenly noticed where he was when they stopped in front of a particularly large house and the familiar evil grin lit Achren's face. "Lets go throw rocks at some of those," Achren suggested, pointing to the huge glass windows of the patio. Cor shifted uncomfortably. Far too many of the students at Sable Rock did not come from well-to-do families, and those few who were considered "rich" were ridiculed and shunned. Achren picked up a rock and then looked at Cor. "What's the matter with you? You said you were bored. This is something to do," she stated. "Yeah...except for the fact that its my house." |
| (I got a kitten! I know you are all just overjoyed at my good luck, but this does effect Sable. I'll be too busy fussing over my Kira to really concentrate on posts here.... Plus everyone seems to have deserted us. But that's okay-- I can start inviting people, if I ever get the time.) |
| Flara smirked... "Damn... That bites hard..." Flara sighed. Flara pushed herself to her feet and said "Hey, my name's Flara... mind if I hang with you guys? I'm new..." Flara winced... *~*sooo sorry that its short but idk what to say...*~* |
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