Lupus had woken early that morning, excited to be in a new place. Happy he had gotten away from his old school, which had been a toxic environment for him. Here was a fresh start, a chance for a better existence. He had thrown on a dark t-shirt depicting Pink Floyd's Dark Side Of The Moon album cover, black jeans, black leather boots, and a dark Harley Davidson jacket. With that, he paired his watch with a skull and crossbones cover, a class ring with a blue stone, and hooked his wallet chains to his belt.
Afterwords he went to the bathroom to wash his face. He made sure his lip piercings were in order, brushed his white hair, and put in his contacts. Of course he got custom ones that made his eyes look red. Happy with his appearance, the seventeen year old headed out the door, grabbing his Five Finger Death Punch backpack as he passed. He decided not to ride his motorcycle to the school on his first day, and walked off down the street towards the bus stop.
Afterwords he went to the bathroom to wash his face. He made sure his lip piercings were in order, brushed his white hair, and put in his contacts. Of course he got custom ones that made his eyes look red. Happy with his appearance, the seventeen year old headed out the door, grabbing his Five Finger Death Punch backpack as he passed. He decided not to ride his motorcycle to the school on his first day, and walked off down the street towards the bus stop.
Violet sat up in bed, sighing slightly. She wasn’t a morning person, but she was kind of excited for school.
She showered quickly, slipping on her favourite grey sweater, black skinny jeans, and her usual black and white converse. She blow dryed and brushed her hair.
She studied herself in the mirror for a moment before deciding to switch her lip, septum, and dimple piercings all to black jewelry so that they would match.
She did her makeup, sticking with her usual dark look. She organized her bangs quickly before giving herself a nod of approval in the mirror. She ran downstairs, grabbing her plain black backpack and running out the door. She decided to walk today, she lived close enough to the school to anyways.
She showered quickly, slipping on her favourite grey sweater, black skinny jeans, and her usual black and white converse. She blow dryed and brushed her hair.
She studied herself in the mirror for a moment before deciding to switch her lip, septum, and dimple piercings all to black jewelry so that they would match.
She did her makeup, sticking with her usual dark look. She organized her bangs quickly before giving herself a nod of approval in the mirror. She ran downstairs, grabbing her plain black backpack and running out the door. She decided to walk today, she lived close enough to the school to anyways.
((If I forgot anyone, they can take their turn.))
Walter Foxx was trying to pick through the people and find who was new, so he could introduce himself. Most of these people didn't stand out compared to the regular crowd, he thought, slightly disappointed. He was hoping to find someone...
Then he noticed Elodie, whom he didn't recognize - at least not until today. *She sure is confident, coming in here in an outfit like that*. He thought, but not in disapproval. Walter walked over to her. "Hey." He greeted her, leaning against one of the lockers as if he were preparing for a nice long conversation.
Walter Foxx was trying to pick through the people and find who was new, so he could introduce himself. Most of these people didn't stand out compared to the regular crowd, he thought, slightly disappointed. He was hoping to find someone...
Then he noticed Elodie, whom he didn't recognize - at least not until today. *She sure is confident, coming in here in an outfit like that*. He thought, but not in disapproval. Walter walked over to her. "Hey." He greeted her, leaning against one of the lockers as if he were preparing for a nice long conversation.
I think we should just not do turns since only a few of us are online 3/4 of the time.
(And if not, just wait a day.)
((OK, I think that would work better. I'm hoping Elodie can reply soon, though.)
Yuppers.
(Oof can I just continue this im really bored and I like this rp xD))
Violet walked down the street, humming to herself as she went. Eventually she reached the school. She stood on the side of the road, surveying the school. She was slightly nervous, but eventually shrugged it off and walked inside.
She wandered through the halls, looking for the locker that was hers. She had written down the number on the back of her hand so that she wouldn’t forget.
Eventually she found it, and put away what she figured she wouldn’t need for the first couple periods of class.
She wandered through the halls, looking for the locker that was hers. She had written down the number on the back of her hand so that she wouldn’t forget.
Eventually she found it, and put away what she figured she wouldn’t need for the first couple periods of class.
I grab a water from a vending machine by the cafeteria. I sip it as I walk to my first class Science, showing up early. I groan and put my earbuds on, listening to 'We Don't Believe Whats on TV' and I sit down in the back corner chair. I see a few other students show up as well. I take off my backpack, putting my bottle in it. I take out my sketchbook and start making random characters in it.
Chelsea sat down next to Jesse in her usual spot, with Gwen on her other side. They arrived around the same time, both a little early as usual. Chelsea took out her phone and began texting with the free time she had before class, and Gwen just sat there quietly. A few minutes passed, and Chelsea glanced over at Jesse, noticing the new girl. She didn't say anything to her, since she seemed busy.
Eventually, the teacher walked in, and Chelsea put her phone away.
Eventually, the teacher walked in, and Chelsea put her phone away.
Violet walked into her first class, economics. She was interested in business and had taken a lot of business courses at her old school.
She took a seat in the second row of desks, close to the door. She set her backpack down by her feet and took out a book to read in the bit of free time before class started. It was one of Shakespeare’s plays, Macbeth.
It was her favourite of his.
She took a seat in the second row of desks, close to the door. She set her backpack down by her feet and took out a book to read in the bit of free time before class started. It was one of Shakespeare’s plays, Macbeth.
It was her favourite of his.
Miles would finish up his breakfast before making his way to his first period. Economics, since he had begun co-leading the cafe his mother had worked at. He'd sit in the only open spot now, he was next to a pale girl with dark hair. His dark orbs would sparkle slightly as a gentle smile grew on his rather plump lips. He'd return his attention to the teacher as she had begun to introduce herself and the class expectations.
Violet put her book away as the teacher introduced herself and started the class. Her eyes flicked to the boy that had sat down beside her before looking back up at the front of the class.
She reached into her backpack and pulled out a notebook that had the word “Economics” scribbled on the front. She opened it and started writing notes on what the teacher was saying.
She reached into her backpack and pulled out a notebook that had the word “Economics” scribbled on the front. She opened it and started writing notes on what the teacher was saying.
By the time Lupus bursted into his first hour, Economics, class had already started. He stopped just inside the door as it closed, giving an awkward smile towards the teacher.
"Sorry I'm late, I missed the bus and had to walk here."
He said, delivering his excuse. He pushed his messy white hair from his eyes as he looked for a seat. Lucky him, he spotted one near the back of the class. Without waiting for word from the instructor, he b-lined it towards the desk, pulling his bag from his back, and took a seat. He didn't even look to see how the other students reacted to him.
"Sorry I'm late, I missed the bus and had to walk here."
He said, delivering his excuse. He pushed his messy white hair from his eyes as he looked for a seat. Lucky him, he spotted one near the back of the class. Without waiting for word from the instructor, he b-lined it towards the desk, pulling his bag from his back, and took a seat. He didn't even look to see how the other students reacted to him.
I glance at Chelsea and go back to drawing. I take one of my earbuds out and turn my music down a little bit as well. I hear the teacher talk about a stupid project and I roll my eyes. I look over at Chelsea once again, "Hey. I'm Jesse." I say quietly.
Violet jumped a little as another student burst into the room. She had spaced out during taking notes and the noise of his entrance had surprised her.
She silently watched as he apologized and then made his way quickly to an empty desk. She went back to taking her notes, trying to keep her bangs out of her eyes.
She silently watched as he apologized and then made his way quickly to an empty desk. She went back to taking her notes, trying to keep her bangs out of her eyes.
(Soneone please let me know if this opens up again for some reason! Very interested! Hard to find a realistic school RP with skilled RPers.)
((Well, if it's OK with the others I think we have room for one more, just post the character sheet and you should be good to go.))
Chelsea looked over at Jesse, and replied "I'm Chelsea, Lo'rise." She said it in a way to see if she recognized the name and knew any of her sisters, which wasn't too likely, but still.
Gwen glanced over at Jesse, noticing she had introduced herself. She decides she might as well say something now that she was looking at her...After the short pause, she smiled with rather bad timing.
Chelsea looked over at Jesse, and replied "I'm Chelsea, Lo'rise." She said it in a way to see if she recognized the name and knew any of her sisters, which wasn't too likely, but still.
Gwen glanced over at Jesse, noticing she had introduced herself. She decides she might as well say something now that she was looking at her...After the short pause, she smiled with rather bad timing.
Character sheets:
Name: Rowen Anne Moore
Age: 18 - Senior Year
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Rowen is skinny, often due to drug use and unhealthy nutrition. She's average height and has a narrow chest, with curvy, c-cup breasts, a slender stomach, and round hips with shapely, thick legs. She has cigarette burn scars on both her forearms, from child hood. In the crease of her left elbow, old track marks from drug use can be seen if one looks closely enough. Many, many other random scars with stories line her body, just from the rough, reckless life style she leads. She has thin, arched eyebrows. A cute, up turned nose. Prominent, dramatically carved cheek bones, and a sharp jawline. She has very big, almond shaped, pale green eyes that make the skin under them appear to have a slight bag because of their size protruding under the skin. Her eyes are often predatory, incredibly alluring. Her lips are pillowy, full, and plump all the way around, usually chapped. Naturally brunette hair, bleached blonde.
Relationship status: Single
Personality: Rowen is extremely obstreperous(noisy and difficult to control), rebellious, cocky, and charismatic. She is wild, reckless, impulsive, magnetic, and can be violent. She speaks without a filter, is brutally honest, and isn't subtle about anything. Rowen is a huge flirt, and very sensual. She enjoys playing and teasing, and making people uncomfortable. She has proven over and over she has no sense of morality, no impulse control, and no conscience, and while she is mostly just mean-spirited and not outright harmful, one easily gets the sense that harming someone wouldn’t bother her at all. She is brazen and unbashful, very bold. Rowen openly lives the way she wants to, right or wrong.
Nicknames: Ro/Rowe - Ruin by her brother
Friends: Not a whole lot
Enemies: Authority
Hobbies: Partying, causing casual chaos for kicks
Fears: What is there to fear but fear itself? Or some shit.
Likes: Elderly people, big burly bikers, rum, cigarettes, and rock music
Dislikes: Being told what to do, party poopers
Quick Backstory: Rowen and her older brother's parents were meth addicts, abusive, and neglectful. They were homeless a lot, or moving from trailer to trailer, motel to motel. When Rowen was a freshman, she was exchanged by her father to his friends for drug money. After a couple times, Social Services caught wind and took the Moore kids into the foster system. Rowen is currently with her third foster family.
Name: Rowen Anne Moore
Age: 18 - Senior Year
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Rowen is skinny, often due to drug use and unhealthy nutrition. She's average height and has a narrow chest, with curvy, c-cup breasts, a slender stomach, and round hips with shapely, thick legs. She has cigarette burn scars on both her forearms, from child hood. In the crease of her left elbow, old track marks from drug use can be seen if one looks closely enough. Many, many other random scars with stories line her body, just from the rough, reckless life style she leads. She has thin, arched eyebrows. A cute, up turned nose. Prominent, dramatically carved cheek bones, and a sharp jawline. She has very big, almond shaped, pale green eyes that make the skin under them appear to have a slight bag because of their size protruding under the skin. Her eyes are often predatory, incredibly alluring. Her lips are pillowy, full, and plump all the way around, usually chapped. Naturally brunette hair, bleached blonde.
Relationship status: Single
Personality: Rowen is extremely obstreperous(noisy and difficult to control), rebellious, cocky, and charismatic. She is wild, reckless, impulsive, magnetic, and can be violent. She speaks without a filter, is brutally honest, and isn't subtle about anything. Rowen is a huge flirt, and very sensual. She enjoys playing and teasing, and making people uncomfortable. She has proven over and over she has no sense of morality, no impulse control, and no conscience, and while she is mostly just mean-spirited and not outright harmful, one easily gets the sense that harming someone wouldn’t bother her at all. She is brazen and unbashful, very bold. Rowen openly lives the way she wants to, right or wrong.
Nicknames: Ro/Rowe - Ruin by her brother
Friends: Not a whole lot
Enemies: Authority
Hobbies: Partying, causing casual chaos for kicks
Fears: What is there to fear but fear itself? Or some shit.
Likes: Elderly people, big burly bikers, rum, cigarettes, and rock music
Dislikes: Being told what to do, party poopers
Quick Backstory: Rowen and her older brother's parents were meth addicts, abusive, and neglectful. They were homeless a lot, or moving from trailer to trailer, motel to motel. When Rowen was a freshman, she was exchanged by her father to his friends for drug money. After a couple times, Social Services caught wind and took the Moore kids into the foster system. Rowen is currently with her third foster family.
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