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 Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:45 pm
Ș o Ȋ Ⱦ β Ɇ G Ȋ Ƞ Ș . . .Everyone has their problems in life. It may be family problems, friend problems, or even certain personality problems. Whatever the case, everyone has at least one. In high school, there's bound to be those problems at every corner, no matter how old you are, or how mature you are. So, what if there was a way to make those problems go away? Would you take that opportuinty or pass it by?
In this particular high school, Alvarna High, six student will get the opportunity to solve their problems. But, the solutions come across in a different way. On the first day of school, those six students hear a voice, feel a calling to go somewhere, to go off to a certain place. The students can either choose to listen to that taunting voice or to ignore it. Should the students choose to listen, the voice will lead them to a field, a meadow to be more precise, that is filled with purple flowers. Once there, the students will hear the voice telling them to fall asleep there. When they fall asleep, their subconscious is taken to another place, a world called Bel Lenora.
In Bel Lenora, the students are granted powers, and some even end up changing their appearance. In the different world, things are like how they are on Earth, but there is tons of violence and misery all throughout the land. While in Bel Lenora, the students have to either solve their problem or find a way to openly admit it and overcome it to escape. As time goes on, the students will realize that they want to escape the place, that they shouldn't be there. Their problems will take on the form of a person, or even some type of creature that the student has to battle.
Once they defeat their own problem, they still cannot leave. Every student there must also overcome their own problem in order for them all to leave, leaving an opportunity to make friends or enemies. So, what will each student choose? Will they choose to stay in Bel Lenora, preventing everyone else from leaving? Will they overcome their problems? Or will they succeed in leaving Bel Lenora and return safe and sound to Alvarna? All of that is up to you. . . . Ⱥ Ƞ D Ȼ Ѳ Ƞ Ⱦ Ȋ Ƞ Ʉ Ɇ Ș
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:46 pm
ЯuȽes Ƚ i Ⱦ e Я a Ȼ yThis is going to be a literate to advanced literate rp, so here's where I'm going to tell you what I expect from anyone that joins. If it's not too much to ask, I'd like to ask for good grammar as well as spelling. Of course, I understand the occassional mispelling of a word here and there, the typos we all have, but try and keep all that to a minimum please! Next up is the length of the posts. I want at least two paragraphs, with each paragraph having anywhere from five to eight sentences. With writer's block, I still believe that two paragraphs isn't too much to ask for. Also, if there are any one liners in this rp as a post, you will no longer be in the rp and not allowed to post here anymore. I'm sorry if it's harsh, but I cannot stand one liners. Not only are they annoying, it's hard for other people to write even two paragraphs off of one line.Ҏ o s Ⱦ i Ƞ gAs for posting, I'd like you to make it at least a little pretty. Maybe change the text color, add a picture or design or something. I mean, you don't really have to, but at least make the text color different for when the character speaks. And, use italics for thoughts, "quotations" for speaking, and do NOT *put actions under these asteriks.*Я o Ϻ a Ƞ c ɆThis rp isn't exactly a romance rp, but I would like if there was some romance added into the posts. Romance helps to keep the rp interesting, and it also adds quite a bit of drama. BUT, there are restrictions to the romance. I want it to stay PG-13. Nothing too graphic, and absolutely no cybering. If it gets to anything past kissing and hugging, please do a time skip. Also, make romance realistic. People aren't going to fall in love once they meet each other. There are no warning for this rule, you'll be immediately out if you break this one.Я e s Ⱦ r i Ȼ t i o Ƞ sNow, there's not going to be all that many restrictions, but one of those restrictions is cursing. Cursing is allowed, I'm not going to ban it or something, but I'd like it to be limited. I don't want every other word a curse, not even a curse in every sentence. I understand that in certain instances cursing can help get the point across, but don't over use those words. And, if you do end up feeling the need to curse, I would appreciate if you starred out the words. I mean with the asteriks, like this: b****. You can put the first word, or the last word or whatever, but star it out for the sake of others. Also, no killing any person's characters. Yes, there will be some fighting in this rp, some action scenes and things like that, but no killing unless you have permission from the person in control of that character and from myself. Another restriction would be no god-modding or auto-hitting. No one's character is going to be invincible, make it realistic please or it's not going to be as fun of a roleplay. O Ⱦ h e ЯThere isn't much that goes in this section. But, I'd like to say that I am ruler of this rp, and that whatever I say goes. Not to be all superior or whatever, but I did make this rp, so you have to follow my rules. Also, if you send in a reserve skeleton, pm me with the title as 'it haunts my dreams...' Then, for the profile, pm it to me with the title 'these things called nightmares.' Also, with the profile pm, add a ninja somewhere in the message. And, with the pictures of your character, anime only please! Also, when making your character, make sure you have a problem(OR SECRET!) already in mind so that it can be slightly planned out. That's about it, and I would really appreciate it if you read all this, even if it is long and drawn out. Also, one last rule: HAVE FUN!!
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:48 pm
SȽoȾS o1. Tamaki Shomatsu: n i n j a action
o2. Lara Mei Jenkins: n i n j a action
o3. Rachel Lynn Parker: s m i l e y face action
o4. Natasha Grafton: s m i l e y face action
o5. Erik Johnson: n i n j a action
o6. Kyle Robinson: s m i l e y face action
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:50 pm
Ῥ Я Ѳ Ϝ Ȋ Ƚ Ɇ Ș Ҟ Ɇ Ƚ Ɇ Ⱦ Ѳ Ƞ [color=1]C a l l M e[/color] [color=2]>>[/color][color=3]NAME GOES HERE, FIRST AND LAST[/color][color=2]<<[/color]
[color=1]T h e r e A r e[/color] [color=2]>>[/color][color=3]AGE[/color][color=2]<<[/color] [color=1]C a n d l e s O n M y C a k e[/color]
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[color=1]I n T h e M i r r o r I L o o k L i k e T h i s[/color] [color=2]>>[/color]IMAGE IN A LINK PLEASE[color=2]<<[/color]
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:51 pm
A Ȼ Ȼ e Ῥ Ⱦ e d Ῥ Я o Ϝ i Ƚ e Ș C a l l M e >>Tamaki Shomatsu<< T h e r e A r e >>17<< C a n d l e s O n M y C a k e I f I t W a s N o t O b v i o u s I A m A >>Male<< T h e W a y I W a l k I s >>Straight<< I n T h e M i r r o r I L o o k L i k e T h i s >>Hello all!<< M y P a s t I s N o w R e v e a l e d >>The date of my birth is March 10th. It is one of the happiest, yet most depressing days of my life. Sure, everyone may think, how can a birthday be depressing? Well, in my case, it is. I'm one of those "accidental" children, the ones that weren't planned, an "oops," a "mistake." At least according to my parents anyway. Why is it happy? Every time my birthday comes around, I'm one year close to moving out, which will most definitely be the happiest day of my entire life. But, enough rambling on about my birthday, right? Now to get on with the rest of the story.
My parents names are Lilith and Mike. Now, my parents have problems. No, not relationship problems, other types of problems. My dad is an alcoholic, and my mom is constantly depressed, always thinking those same suicidal thoughts. I'm the only child from my parents, and that's to be expected as they never even wanted any children in the first place. I was only born because my mother wouldn't have been able to stand the thought that she killed a life that has yet to live. So, that's basically it for those lovely family dynamics. Oh, I do have a dog that I get to call all my own though. His name is Sprite, and he is a labrador retriever. He's really a great dog, even if he is a pain in the butt at times.
Moving on to my school life, I have a couple "friends," but they're not the type of friends I could invite to my house and hang out with. As for my grades, they're...well, not the best. I have Ds and C's. Most definitely not a straight A student, but I figure that these grades are good enough for me. I haven't had a girlfriend yet, but that's through my own choice. Dating would only bring drama and such, and I like to be...how should I say this...a free man.
Other than those basic fundamentals of my life, nothing really significant has happened in my life. I have broken my right arm three times, as well as some leg bones here and there. All those are basically from getting into fights. Why would someone like my get into fights? That's because the people I fight with are idiots that like to insult others. I hate staying in my house with that mother of mine and my father, so I like to go out as frequent as possible. A lot of the time I go out and just hang with people I know at school. << I A c t L i ke T h i s E v e r y D a y >>To describe myself, many people use many different adjectives. Outgoing, funny, confidant, kind, and the list can continue on and on and on. Although, one other adjective that tend to stick out would be conceited. I wouldn't think of myself as overly conceited, it's just that I think highly of myself. I'm not the type of person that looks down on myself and wishes that I was somehow better in any way at anything, I just think that I'm good enough at what I do that I don't need need to lower my confidance and self-assurance. So, maybe conceited wouldn't be the right word, and maybe it would. I would rather be described as...cocky than conceited.
Another thing about me is that I'm not really easily swayed. The only thing that can get me to change my decision on something would be if you had some damn good reasons on why I should change my views. If there's nothing to back up what you're trying to tell me, good luck with me listening. Then there's the issue of trust. I trust depending on the person and that person's character. Am I more likely to trust a female than a male? To be completely honest, yes. Why? I don't really know, but I get the vibe that women tend to be more honest then men on most scenarios...at least in scenarios I think of and have been in.
How much do I talk? Well, I talk when necessary. I absolutely hate awkward silences, they're just uncomfortable, so when that silence comes up, I fill it up with talking, even if it is just meaningless ramble. So yes, I talk a lot and can keep conversations going for quite a long time. I've also been told I'm somewhat of a flirt, but I don't see myself as one too much. Sure, I may say things to flatter a woman, but I don't do it intentionally, it's just the natural flow of words that come out of my mouth. << M y F a v o r i t e s A r e >>Being up high, all kinds of sweets, and music.<< I C a n n o t S t a n d >>Bossy people, hot weather, and awkward silences.<< I n M y D r e a m s I L o o k L i k e T h i s >>Whoa, this is me?!<< M y H i d d e n A b i l i t i e s A r e >>Super strength and telekinesis<<T h e O n e P u l l i n g T h e S t r i n g s I s >>n i n j a action<<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ C a l l M e >>Lara Mei Jenkins<< T h e r e A r e >>17<< C a n d l e s O n M y C a k e I f I t W a s N o t O b v i o u s I A m A >>Female<< T h e W a y I W a l k I s >>Straight<< I n T h e M i r r o r I L o o k L i k e T h i s >>Hey...<< M y P a s t I s N o w R e v e a l e d >>I was born on a day like any other, it was nothing special really, even if I was the first child of my parents. My being born went smoothly, no issues, no problems, not with me or my mother, Julia. I grew up happily with both my parents until I was 13. Actually, it was on my 13th birthday that my parents split up. They got in this huge fight, and the saddest part is that my dad didn't even want me, didn't care who got custody over me. So, in the end, I obviously lived with my mom and haven't seen my real dad since.
In the year that I was 14 years old, my mom got remarried to a guy named Mark. With Mark came his two children whom I absolutely loved. (Complete sarcasm right there.) They are like little demons whose sole purpose in life is to torture me. Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but they really don't like me, and I can say that the feeling is mutual. Anyway, I am living with the two devils and Mark. By the way, the two devils are one girl and one boy. The girl is around seven years old and is named Karie, and then the boy is around nine years old and is named Kyle.
Now, even though school is hardly a thing for me to honestly care about, it still is a major part of my life. My grades are top notch, as some would say, which means that I have straight A's. It's not like I'm a nerd that studies every night and watches documentaries for fun, school is just one of those things that comes easy to me. People are always saying it's not fair how easy school is for me, but that's not really in my control, is it? As for friends in high school, I have...let's see...none. I keep to myself most of the time and hardly utter a single word during school, which suits me just fine. Of course, that means no boyfriends either, but I don't care.
As for all the other parts of my life, I can say I've been in and out of hospitals quite a few times. Broken bones, being really sick, and all kinds of things have brought me to the hospital. Actually, I've started to not really like hospitals anymore. They bug me and I'd rather be anywhere else than in a hospital by this point. I have actually had both my tonsils and appendix removed, and trust me I was not happy about either one leaving my body. But, I know a person can live without both of those parts, so it's all okay as long as I don't have to lose something I can't live without. So yeah, that's my life in a slightly shortened version. << I A c t L i ke T h i s E v e r y D a y >>I'm the type of person that most people don't take the time to really know. Not that I'm really a bad person, it's just that I have the type of personality that probably gives off the vibe: Don't even try to talk to me. At least, that's how I see it anyway. I guess I could be described as a pessimist because I don't really see the bright side to every situation, and to me not every cloud has that silver lining.
Another thing that anyone who meets me would probably know by first glance is that I'm kind of an aloof, stare off into space kind of person. My head tends to be elsewhere, thinking about all kinds of things, whether they be fact or fiction. A lot of the times I'll fall asleep in class, and no, not because the class bores me, but simply because I like to sleep. It's one of my favorite things to do, and I can fall asleep almost anywhere. And, I'm actually a huge klutz. Most people don't know that about me, but I tend to fall a lot and be, well, klutzy.
I am the kind of person that doesn't really talk much, I mainly keep to myself. The word for how I am is probably an introvert, but who really cares when it comes down to it, because I sure don't. If you're trying to tell me something, sure, I'll listen, but I may not fully understand as my mind may not...be all there, if you catch my drift. As far as opinions and views go, I'm open to 'switching sides' or whatever anyone would like to call it, so people could say that I'm not really a stubborn person. As for my anger, I basically keep it in check with everyone except for the two devils I live with. But, that's basically me.<< M y F a v o r i t e s A r e >>Being somewhere quiet, animals, and sleep.<< I C a n n o t S t a n d >>Hospitals, people staring at me, and heights.<< I n M y D r e a m s I L o o k L i k e T h i s >>That's different...<< M y H i d d e n A b i l i t i e s A r e >>Invisibility and intangibility<< T h e O n e P u l l i n g T h e S t r i n g s I s >>n i n j a action<<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ C a l l M e >>Rachel Lynn Parker<< T h e r e A r e >>17<< C a n d l e s O n M y C a k e I f I t W a s N o t O b v i o u s I A m A >>Female<< T h e W a y I W a l k I s >>Straight<< I n T h e M i r r o r I L o o k L i k e T h i s >>There are many things I don't like...<< M y P a s t I s N o w R e v e a l e d >>Hm... my past... now doesn't that sound mysterious? Well to start things off I was born on January 22. My parents loved me and they supported me and blah blah blah. I was born into a rich world. My Daddy owns a company that is very successful and my Mother is also a successful business woman who works as President at another company. My life is fabulous, I have to admit, but there are somethings you don't have.
For instance, my parents are constantly gone leaving me alone in a huge house. Of course we have a hired maid who does all the cleaning and chef who does the cooking and a gardener who tends to the back and front yard, but they aren't very talkative and I find them uninteresting. So what do I do all day? I wake up, go to school, come home, do my homework, and then do nothing. Where are the friends? Good question. I know a lot of people (rich people are always popular if you haven't noticed) but I don't consider them my friends. I live a lonely life.
As I said before, I'm popular. Everybody knows me from afar, and no I'm not kidding. Let me tell you what popularity feels like as I know plenty of people wonder: You're on a pedestal where everyone either adores you or hates you. You do, wear, or say something wrong? Well, you're off. You can't get too comfortable and you can't rely on anyone else because the second you do you're vulnerable. I'd rather be the person that walks around not noticed than the person who leads the pack. I don't know, though, some people really do like being popular. But I sure as hell don't. The one thing I do enjoy is all of the boys. I go through them like candy, and it doesn't cease to amaze me. Call me a slut and I don't care. I have a million followers that will care and take action to stop you cold.
Although, I do have one goal in my life. In order to stay on the pedestal we spoke of before, I have to have an amazing body. I don't believe I do so I try to lose weight. I exercise for 3 or more hours everyday in the morning before school. I skip breakfast, lunch, and dinner on most days. If I do have to eat I make a little bathroom trip to make it all go away. I look at myself in the mirror and I am never satisfied in how I look... all that fat on my stomach, butt, and legs make me want to puke. I know that this behavior is classified as an eating disorder, but nobody has stopped me so it can't be too serious. Besides, I can stop anytime I want... it's not my fault I haven't tried or wanted to. Whatever, I don't care. It's been going on for three years so what's the point of stopping?
I have to be perfect, so I will be perfect. And that is how my life goes and goes and goes.<< I A c t L i ke T h i s E v e r y D a y >>Hm... see, now this is the difficult part. What am I like... well, I'm a snob because of popularity. I brush people off, ignore them, talk sarcastically, and glare to people who annoy me. Which is a lot. The question is, why in the world am I so popular if I'm a b****? Hm... good question again.
I regress, I do have some good qualities about myself. I'm smart and get superb grades and talk like it too. I don't put "like" between every other word like most preppy kids do. And trust me, that's something to be proud of in my crowd. I'm a flirt too, hence the many boyfriends. I'm very kind to them because they accept me for whatever I am... but I don't get too close. As for my "closer" friends I am kind to them to. I stick up for people in my crowd despite how wrong they are. I know, that's stupid, but it's a fricken law if you're popular.
I view the world as some place you live in and then die. You might as well live in the best way possible, right? With no regrets? I guess it is too much to ask for, but I don't know who to ask to make it happen. I don't believe that there is someone watching from above and I don't believe in fate or destiny. You make what happens yourself, a crude but true lesson my parents taught me before I could even walk. So I guess I'm not much of an optimist.<< M y F a v o r i t e s A r e >>I tend to exercise… a lot, if I do eat it has to be health foods, and the sun must always be out<< I C a n n o t S t a n d >>Fat, fat, fat… can’t do with the flab, when people say I’m skinny (they’re rotten liars!), and anything that goes bump in the night<< I n M y D r e a m s I L o o k L i k e T h i s >>Now, doesn't she look confident?<< M y H i d d e n A b i l i t i e s A r e >>Hypnosis and manipulation of the shadows<< T h e O n e P u l l i n g T h e S t r i n g s I s >>s m i l e y face action<<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ C a l l M e >>Natasha Grafton<< T h e r e A r e >>17<< C a n d l e s O n M y C a k e I f I t W a s N o t O b v i o u s I A m A >>very happy, somewhat hormonal girl!<< T h e W a y I W a l k I s >>definitely for the guys! (; << I n T h e M i r r o r I L o o k L i k e T h i s >> Don't I look all happy and stuff? << M y P a s t I s N o w R e v e a l e d >>Okay, so the obvious part is that I was born. Duh, like who needs to be told that? Heh, anyway. My birthday is December 5th. Has a nice ring to it, huh? That's what I thought and so did my parents, Mr. and Mrs. David and Laura Grafton. They named me after my Dad's mom, isn't that sweet? Heh, maybe I should stop asking the questions and just tell you my tale.
Okay, so after my birth my parents bought a new house versus the apartment they used to have. I had my own room and everything and I even got to paint it green and blue! However, it was not mine for long, eventually my parents had another child. Her name, is Stacey, although I prefer to call her Idiot and Fluffy. (She has really, really thick hair) I don't like her much and we even have to share a room! How horrid! But... I suppose she does have good qualities buried deep, deep down. And whenever you find it, you should totally tell me. I'm dying to know!
My happy life didn't really last all that long though. You see, my Dad is a business executive and he had to go away on a trip... well, he never stopped going away. He just ran out on my family as if we were nothing! The sad thing is, that this situation is so common! So my Mom is left to raise Fluffy and me by herself while holding a full time job. She was planning on going to school to become a teacher, but that got put off and now I doubt it will ever happen. My happy life vanished for a while with a slight depression. I was very close to my Dad and when he left I felt alone, but now I hate his guts. He can go to h-e-double-hockey-sticks for all I care! But for about a year, I really did care for him. I would cry and cry and cry and Fluffy and my Mom had no idea what to do.
My mom took me to the doctor and what do you think I was diagnosed with? You betcha. My name is Natasha Grafton, you can call me Nat, and I'm bipolar. Ain't that fun? Ever since I was 13 I've had to take pills twice a day to control my moods. And if you know what bipolar is, it means I go through bouts of extreme happiness and deep depression. Before I was diagnosed... I even tried... well, you get the drift. I don't like talking about it and we moved from the city (I didn't want to see that place ever again) to where I'm at now. I've adjusted well and can hide my quick depressions for a while, although some days I have to take a sick day every now and then. << I A c t L i ke T h i s E v e r y D a y >>Well, if you haven't noticed, (and if you haven't you might need to get checked out, all I'm sayin') is that I'm a spazz. I'm usually at that happy-happy stage with my bipolar which is great an all, but some people don't like it? But do I care? Nope, not at all. And I have some great friends so I guess I could say I'm friendly? Ha ha, it only seems plausible. Hm... but believe it or not I'm only a small optimist and an even bigger pessimist. That Douche (my 'father') made me that way. Whoo-pee for me. Oh... so there's another trait. I'm oddly sarcastic as in nobody can really tell until they get to know me if I"m being for real or totally sarcastic. Either way, I have my fun.
I'm super-de-duper talkative and will go on and on if you don't stop me. I get in trouble with my teachers a lot because of that... I've even gotten a referral (not a happy moment, mind you)! And my sister! Oh my gosh, my sister brings out the worst in me! I can be quite the meanie at times, just so you know. But mainly it's to her. But... with my condition I'm moody so it can get really bad sometimes. I love my mother to death and I know she does too. I want to be like her one day... minus the super busy part.
Hm... what else, what else. Oh right! Hah! I'm forgetful. Really, really forgetful. As in... well, I'm sure you can remember it for me. That was a joke. Hardy-har-har. Well, I think I'm funny. But maybe other people don't agree? Oh, well, here's one. I'm curious by nature. Curiosity killed the cat, right? Well, I'm no cat and I get the better of it each and every time! << M y F a v o r i t e s A r e >>Hm… well, I suppose I should say I love, love, LOVE sugar! Not too much of a surprise… but among others I like being in control and having a whole lot of fun!<< I C a n n o t S t a n d >>Ugh, I really do hate this part. I ‘dislike’ people who think they’re all that or people who are know it alls. I mean, puhlease! You’re not fooling anyone! I also hate… I mean ‘dislike’ surprises. And I don’t like good people. Nah, I’m just kidding! Ha ha, that would be silly, wouldn’t it? All kidding aside, I dislike heights… a lot. << I n M y D r e a m s I L o o k L i k e T h i s >> Oooh, I do like her! Oh... that's me?!<< M y H i d d e n A b i l i t i e s A r e >>Shape-shifting (I know! Isn’t it fantabulous!) and like you know, being able to talk to animals go right with it! Oh, and let's not forget wind manipulation! << T h e O n e P u l l i n g T h e S t r i n g s I s >>s m i l e y face action<<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ C a l l M e >>Erik Johnson<< T h e r e A r e >>17<< C a n d l e s O n M y C a k e I f I t W a s N o t O b v i o u s I A m A >>male<< T h e W a y I W a l k I s >>Straight<< I n T h e M i r r o r I L o o k L i k e T h i s >> ...<< M y P a s t I s N o w R e v e a l e d >>November 7th was the day I was born to Julia and Derek Johnson. I was their third child, with two older sisters. In my life, I grew up like anyone else, going to school, having friends over, the small crushes and 'puppy-love' that almost everyone has when they're younger. When I was three years old, my parents had another kid, this time a boy. He was my younger brother, and over the years he was the one that I was closest to in my family. It was just easier to relate to him as he was a boy. Don't get me wrong, sisters are wonderful and all but they don't really understand everything and think they're always right about everything.
My life continued on it's easy cycle of life, playing games and sports with my brother, hanging out with the family, going to school like anyone else. Then, when I turned ten, everything changed. It was supposed to be a good day, but it's when all my troubles started. I was celebrating my birthday with a couple of friends and the family, hanging out and eating pizza and cake and drinking plenty of soda. Just as I was about to open the presents I started to not feel very well. Of course, since I was ten, I told my mom right away, thinking I'd at least be able to miss out on some school. My friends went home as soon as my mom said I had a fever, and I laid down in bed. Unfortunately, it didn't get better. I started to feel very weak and tired, and remembered even feeling weak and tired before my tenth birthday. My mom started to get really worried when I didn't get better for a couple of days, and when I started to have bruises over my skin.
When she took me to the doctor, they ran some tests and after a few days the results came back. I had what was called ALL, or acute lymphocytic (lymphoblastic) leukemia. Forunately enough for me, the treatments started right away, but never really fully went away. I tried still playing all those games and sports with my brother, but it just wasn't the same. It was harder for me, and I got worn out faster than I used to. After first being diagnosed at ten and going into remission, I had a relapse when I was twelve. It had worse symptoms than before. My mom noticed it right away and treatment like the first time started up again. I didn't go into remission again until a year after, when I was thriteen. Then it came back a couple months after we all thought I had gone into remission again. The relapse lasted until I was fifteen and went once again into remission, so those years completely sucked. Not that I'm angry about it or anything, but I sometimes...always wish there wasn't something wrong with me so I could live a somewhat normal life. Since then there have been no signs, but I still can't do things as I used to. It's better to take it easy anyway.
So I've basically been in and out of school my whole life. What I forgot to mention is that after being diagnosed, we moved to try and have a fresh start. For some reason no one ever really found out that I had ALL, especially the people at school, even if I did miss plenty of school during the year. Due to all the school that I miss, my grades aren't A's. They are B's and C's, which I think is pretty good considering the circumstances. As for friends and dating, I like to keep myself pretty distant in case anything happens. A depressing thought, but all too true. I've tried dating, but once the girl finds out that I have ALL, something always comes up that causes us to split apart. Even though I've been in remission for a couple years now, no one likes to get too attached to the sick kid at school, which is why I personally don't mind that no one knows I have ALL. It makes things simpler.
Of course, the sickness causes me to constantly be pestered by my whole family, but I don't get angry at them. It just shows that they care about me, and it's a nice feeling to know that someone cares. That's pretty much my whole life, I don't think I've left out anything too important.<< I A c t L i ke T h i s E v e r y D a y >>I am not the kind of person that likes to go on about myself, but I will this one time. As I said just now, I don't like to talk about myself. I either feel as if I'm bragging or am being rude in somehow. There is no specific reason as to why I don't like to talk about myself, I just don't. Another thing about me is that I'm stubborn. In an argument, if it appears that the argument has finished, it hasn't; I just don't feel like agruing anymore. One other thing to know is that I like to help people. When the opporunity comes up, I will probably take it as long as it's in reason. After all, I do have my own life to lead and I can't spend my whole life helping people out.
Another thing that might be useful to know is that I don't exactly talk much to everyone. Yes, I prefer to keep to myself, but I will open up to the people that have earned my trust. Which, earning my trust isn't really an easy thing to do. Normally I only trust the people that I've known for quite some time, and even then I need proof that they are trustworthy. To the people that really know me, namely my family, I'm actually kind of a funny guy in my own opinion. I won't act out in a classroom like a 'class clown' might, but I do have those funny little comments to add in here and there.
As for my temper, I hardly find a good enough reason to yell at people. If I yell at anyone they must have done something really bad to set me off, as not many things do. I'm the kind of person that would be classified as calm. I don't really get hyped up about anything, and even in the few arguments I get into I don't yell. It's more like a calm, reasonable tone I use all the time. Sure, my voice my take on a more firm tone, but I hardly ever yell. I've never been in a physical fight before, nor do I want to. I'm the type that prefers the verbal fights. Oh, and another thing. I can be an excessive curser at times...not the most pleasant thing, but understandable considering some of the things that have happened in my life. Well, that's basically it. If there's anything I've left out, then you'll just have to meet me to find out what you want to know.<< M y F a v o r i t e s A r e >>All kinds of food, technology, and seeing people smile<< I C a n n o t S t a n d >>Seeing people cry, blood, and people who are full of themselves<< I n M y D r e a m s I L o o k L i k e T h i s >>Hmmm... << M y H i d d e n A b i l i t i e s A r e >>Water manipulation and healing<< T h e O n e P u l l i n g T h e S t r i n g s I s >>n i n j a action<<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ C a l l M e >>Kyle Robinson<< T h e r e A r e >>17<< C a n d l e s O n M y C a k e I f I t W a s N o t O b v i o u s I A m A >>male<< T h e W a y I W a l k I s >>with the ladies<< I n T h e M i r r o r I L o o k L i k e T h i s >>Yep, this is me<< >>Yes, I was born. I'll skip the details. There isn't any point in them anyway. My family is this, my mom (Danielle Robinson), my dad (Neville Robinson), and my two sisters (Abriella and Karissa Robinson). I love them all and we all love each other. It's odd to admit it, but I do have a great family and a great home life. Yet, I'm screwed up for some reason and I only have myself to blame.
Ah well to amend for myself I'm not really screwed up but I do have my problems. The main one being that I am a doormat for all to step on and return for another go. I don't know why it is but I can't seem to say no to anything. If my mom asks me to clean my room I will clean it spotless that same day. If my dad asks me to get good grades in school, I will have the best grades imaginable just to impress him. And outside of my family people will ask me other things. Will you help me out with my homework? Can you pass this note to Alex? Can you move? Can I cut you in line? You don't mind this, do you?
But that's all the simple things. There is always something more. For instance one day someone asked if I could write their paper because they are just so busy. Not being able to say no, I did their paper and got them a good grade. Next thing you know, a lot of people are asking for these favors and even start to pay me for my services. Which of course I am inclined to take, but not necessarily of my own interest but because they ask me if I will and just throw the money at me. The worse problems are when people ask me if I want to try this drug. I can't say no, even though I want to.
Luckily I wasn't addicted, but every now and then I'm asked to do them again. If anyone asks, they are repulsive. They smell and, I don't know, they make me paranoid and drive me to do crazy things. Others will say it's the best, but trust in me, they are wrong. But whenever I do it, a few days later I'm tempted to do it again. The craving gets so strong that I burst out in cold sweats as I think about it. I've heard these are withdrawals, which I find odd because I only did it a couple of times and not all at once. But nonetheless that is what they are. My parents and sisters don't know. They would probably think the worst and send me to some hospital of sorts to get it all fixed.
Now alcohol, there's a touchy subject. That's a second issue of mine. I like to drink... a lot. It's not healthy and will kill my liver and all that, you don't have to tell me twice, I'm completely aware. But that just doesn't seem to stop me! I don't drink all the time and certainly not when my family will see. So, I go out for a 'study break' and instead visit some of the local hangouts and drink the night away. I'm better than most drunks. I think I have a high tolerance, but I know not to drive and definitely discourage others from doing it too. I'm not that stupid.
So, that's my life. In school I'm popular in a sense. People know my name, even the mighty Rachel has asked for a couple of favors, although she doesn't want me to do the whole shebang. Needless to say, because of her, my status has elevated. People ask for my services and give me quite a bit of money. I'm not discouraging the pay, but I don't know what to do with it. It's not as if I can spend it or anything, my parents and sisters would be far too suspicious. I could get a job, but I'm a busy person as it is.<< I A c t L i ke T h i s E v e r y D a y >>Well, I'm smart. If I weren't nobody would ask me to do they're silly favors and I certainly wouldn't continue getting customers. Although I'm not shy I'm not exactly outgoing either. I prefer a quieter life, but will welcome activity with open arms because what is the point without friends? Although, having a couple would be nice so I could possibly enforce that. I'm not a loner though, it's just that no one really stays around that long for a bond to even begin, let alone becoming friends.
I don't talk too much, but I can when the opportunity arises. It's not as if I don't like talking or anything, but it's just not necessary really. Did you know the words that exit your mouth aren't nearly as important as your body language? And that body language is what people acknowledge more? It's crazy, right? So why bother talking too much? But when I do, I sound pretty sure of myself and I'm actually pretty good at public speaking. My teachers always compliment me on it.
I'm neither an optimist or pessimist. I believe that I am just normal enough to do both equally, although in some cases I may veer to one side while in others I go to the other. It all depends on the situation. That's another thing, I'm careful. I have to be unless I want to be expelled or something. I don't speak too much, tell my 'clients' that they have to approach me off of school grounds and have even taken on their personal writing style as they give me a few of their previous papers. You can't let it look too out of place or teachers get suspicious. So I guess you could call me a strategist.<< M y F a v o r i t e s A r e >>Hm... technology, having an intellectual conversation at least once a week, and anything salty/sweet. << I C a n n o t S t a n d >>I don't like people who don't understand simple concepts in school, rude people (who doesn't?), and being a doormat (now isn't that ironic?).<< I n M y D r e a m s I L o o k L i k e T h i s >>And this is me, too? Huh<< M y H i d d e n A b i l i t i e s A r e >>Manipulation of the Earth and I can make myself have different exteriors (rock and so forth)<< T h e O n e P u l l i n g T h e S t r i n g s I s >>s m i l e y face action<<
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:52 pm
Ⓐ n n o u n c e m e n t s O p e n !It is currently the month of August in the rp, the weather ranges from 90-100+ degrees, and it is the first day of school.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 8:39 pm
Lifting herself off the floor was a bit of a pain, but she managed it well enough. Lara started to scan the rest of her bedroom, looking for any other tricks the two devils might have placed in her room. Usually Lara's bedroom was one of the safest places to be, but lately the two had been sneaking in and playing the exact same kind of pranks that had been pulled this morning. Surprisingly enough there was nothing else in her room that Lara could see that would have been a sign of any pranks or tricks. Glancing at the clock, she saw that the time was around 6:00. Why are them two up so early anyway? Lara thought in frustration. She knew that their school didn't start until at least two hours later than 6:00, so the fact that they had gotten up just to play a prank on her made her blood boil.
Trying to calm herself down, she walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans. Even though it was August, she liked to wear jeans and would tough it out almost every day through the 90 to 100 degree weather. Lara just didn't really feel comfortable wearing things like shorts and skirts to school, and not many people wore the types of dresses that Lara liked to wear over the weekends and such. Not that she really cared what people thought of the clothes she wore, but it'd make her even more of a...social outcast than she already was. Lara then took out a black shirt that had a peace sign in multiple colors on it. The shirt also had some color...splats all over the shirt, and it went really well with the shade of jeans she had picked out.
After changing into her clothes, Lara made her way to the bathroom. Her long, red-orange colored hair was going in all directions, and there was some whipped cream on the edges of her hair. There's not enough time to shower...crap, Lara thought as she continued to look at her hair. She was already running late as it was, and she couldn't really afford to be late too many times, especially today as it was the first day of high school for this year. Not that I really care about first impressions, but I'm sure mom and Mark wouldn't be too pleased if I was late... Lara thought, frowning at her step-dad's name. Even though he wasn't her real father, he cared more about her attendance then her mom ever did. It was slightly annoying, but Lara figured it was a way to try and say that he at least cared about her in some small, miniscule way.
Lara brushed through her hair, and there wasn't enough time to style it in any way, so she just let it hang down. At it's length, her hair fell down practically to her butt, but she didn't mind it's long length. Personally she liked long hair better. Normally Lara would put her hair up in a pony tail, but seeing as there was no time today, she couldn't do so. It would be the first time in a while that she'd worn her hair down. The whipped cream had disappeared as Lara had brushed through it, and there was not really any time to do any makeup either. Honestly Lara wasn't too big on the whole makeup thing, but she wore it whenever she felt like it and had the time to do it.
Walking back into her bedroom, she grabbed her cell phone, stuck it in her pocket, and shut the door behind her in a feeble attempt to prevent Karie and Kyle from going in her room when she wasn't there. Mark had always been against locked doors, and if her door was locked she would be in some big time trouble. Lara made her way to the kitchen and ate a fast breakfast: a bowl of cereal. Cereal was one of her favorite things to have for breakfast. Plus, it's the most important meal of the day... Lara thought with a smile as she was reminded of a certain Spongebob episode where breakfast was clearly stated as the most important meal of the day.
As Lara finished her breakfast, put her bowl in the sink, and made her way towards the front door, she saw Karie and Kyle by the front door. Both her parents were still sleeping, and they wouldn't be awake until they had to go to work. Lara had to walk to school. Her siblings were standing their with a malicious grin on both of their annoying faces. Upon a closer look, Lara noticed her house key dangling from Karie's hands on it's black lanyard. "Karie, give that to me, I need it before I can go to school," Lara said as nicely as she could. Karie just stared back at her with the stupid expression she always wore. "Come on Karie, I need my keys!" Lara yelled at her as she made a grab for the keys. Karie jumped back and dropped the keys, and before Karie could bend down and pick them up Lara snatched them off the ground and placed the lanyard around her neck.
Ignoring the two and the stupid expressions they gave her, Lara walked out the front door. Great, now I'm probably going to be late...this wouldn't have happened if Mark had let me get a car... Lara thought in frustration. Her step-father had said that she couldn't get her permit or license until she was 18 years old. It was completely unfair, and Lara didn't understand why he wouldn't let her get out and drive. Driving would just make everything simpler, Lara thought as she made her way towards the high school, Alvarna High.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 12:16 pm
 A thin girl opened her pale blue eyes after an alarm clock continued to beep. Knowing it was three in the morning, Rachel roused herself out of the warm comforts of her bed. She tiptoed over and turned off her alarm and yawned as she tried to erase the sleepiness from her body. After a good stretch she changed out of her pajamas and into a sports bra and shorts. Even if it was early, the sweltering summer heat continued to stream into the large house. Pulling her hair into a sloppy ponytail, Rachel walked out of her room and padded down to the gym on the first floor.
With a sigh she approached an elliptical machine and began to run. She wanted so desperately to lose the flab that continued to assault her, but she barely lost a pound out of her struggles. I bet it's those protein shakes I drink. I know Daddy and Mother mean well, but they can't expect me to lose weight while eating... she thought as she continued to sweat. She exercised like this for three strenuous hours in order to become skinnier, but all lost was her self esteem. Hearing footsteps, Rachel slowed to an even pace until she saw her mother approach the doorway.
"Honey, I told you to sleep more. You're going to get bags under your eyes!" her mother chastised in a critical tone. Her mother was beautiful, but she was growing old and it was starting to show. Rachel knew her mother would soon be going back to her doctor for a tuck of some sort. Plastic surgery, when Rachel was younger, seemed magical, but now it seemed disgusting. If her mother really wanted to, she could exercise and fix it herself, but she chose not to. Instead she took the easy way out claiming she had less time than Rachel could possibly imagine. "Anyway, I was just telling you I'm leaving for a business trip this afternoon. I'll be gone for a week," her mother sighed.
"Oh? That sounds lovely, Mother," she commented with little enthusiasm. Rachel's Dad had been gone for a while now and wouldn't be back for another week as well. Once again, she would have the house to herself minus the maid, cook, and gardener that wandered the halls and slept in the guest bedrooms. Her mother approached Rachel and gave a small kiss on the top of her head and left the room without saying another word.
Her pace slowed to a brisk walk as she entered the cool down phase of her exercise. Without having to even check, she knew she had lost zero pounds. With a pout and heavy disappointment, Rachel stalked out of the room and headed straight for the shower. She showered briskly and followed it with blow drying her hair straight and curving her ends in. With her free hand she rubbed her fingers through her bangs to give them a sloppy look that seemed to be becoming popular these days. She added a touch of dark brown eyeshadow and black eyeliner and bathed her eyelashes in mascara.
Turning on her heel she changed into a blouse that emphasized her curves and threw on her favorite pair of jeans that made her butt look amazing. She added several matching bracelets and put on white heels to finish her outfit off. By the time she was finished the doorbell rang. She paused at the top of the stairwell to see who the visitor was. The maid opened the door and welcomed her boyfriend, Daniel, in. He looked shockingly brilliant in a polo shirt and shorts with his dark brown hair in casual disarray. He glanced up at her and opened his arms in a friendly greeting. Taking her time, she walked down the stairs and enveloped herself in his arms.
It was their usual cue to leave, so Rachel grabbed her purse and walked out the door, her hand clasped in his. They had only been going out for a week, but her relationships were usually fast paced and meaningless. But she liked it that way because she didn't have to get close and she could have fun making out with him. Of course, Rachel wasn't the most loyal girlfriend either. Just the night before she had company over that wasn't Daniel and they had been much more than friendly with each other. But, that also wasn't much of a secret. She was a conquest to most guys, but she never let it get that far.
"I missed you," he muttered with an air of mock dependency. She turned and smiled at him but otherwise said nothing as she got in the passenger side of his car. He probably didn't even care about her in the slightest so long as his reputation was increased. The corners of her lips curved up as he began to drive as she realized she was playing him. The silence in the car drew out and she realized they had nothing in common but the desire to kiss between them. But, once again, Rachel didn't exactly care. She was in high school and she didn't believe there was even someone out there for her in the first place so instead she just had fun.
The school loomed in the distance and she let a sigh escape. It was the first day of school and she would have to see everyone again... the sad thing was she didn't know half of the people who waved energetically at her. As soon as Daniel put the car in park he all but pounced on her trying to kiss her. Finally having enough of him, Rachel shoved him off and opened the car door and stormed off. God! It would be so nice to be treated with at least an ounce of respect every once in a while, you know? she thought with frustration. As she walked she saw another girl she had seen around before but couldn't recall the name. She had reddish hair and strutted with an air of 'don't approach me' but Rachel decided to anyway. ✄- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Ixxh a v exxt oxxs t a yxxo nxxt h i sxxl i n e xxt oxxb exxp e r f e c t - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 1:00 pm
✗ Ⱦ a ɱ a ӄ ɪXX Ϩ ɧ o ɱ a ϯ s υ ✗  Tamaki woke to the sound of his oh-so-lovely alarm clock ringing and getting louder with every second that went by. Groaning, Tamaki opened his eyes to see that his bedroom was still pretty dark, but knew that it had to be time to get up as his alarm clock was now starting to get crazy. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up to walk over to his alarm clock. Tamaki had purposely put his alarm clock on the farthest dresser so he'd actually have to get up to turn it off. After what seemed like forever of the incessant ringing, he finally grabbed the alarm and turned it off. Silence at last, Tamaki thought with a sigh of relief.
He made his way to his drawer and took out a pair of khaki shorts and a plain blue shirt. It was nothing special, and there was no need to go all fancy and crap with his outfit. After all, it's only school, Tamaki thought with a grin. He didn't feel the need to get all dressed up, and there was no one he really needed to impress. There was no girlfriend to look nice for, and besides a lot of the girls seemed to like how he dressed casual everyday. Tamaki changed into his clothes and then went to the bathroom to do the usual things that everyone did every morning. Brush teeth, brush hair, take care of other necessities, and at least make sure it doesn't look like you just rolled out of bed.
Tamaki's blond hair didn't need any styling in his opinion, the way it scattered in most directions seemed to suit his personality, and putting gel and crap in his hair was just a big waste of time for him. Now that his appearance was all done and ready, he made his way down the stairs, making sure to stick his phone in his pocket before he went. He didn't like to have to go back up the stairs in the morning and risk waking up one of his parents. There were no siblings to worry about waking up, but his parents could be just as bad as any siblings at times. What with his dad's temperaments and his mom's depressing speeches she gave every time she was woken up.
Looking at his phone, he saw that there were a couple messages on it. Wonder what they could be about, Tamaki thought in annoyance. He was always getting a bunch of spam messages and things like that. Tamaki opened up all of the messages to find that they were all just saying how he was going to get beat one of these days, and all this other crap about how he acted. He didn't care about those, as most of the people that sent it never had the guts to say anything to his face or take action against him. Personally Tamaki didn't really like all the fights that people dragged him into, it was just that every time he fought he was either provoked or someone had given him a good reason to hit them. Of course, the fighting didn't go without a consequence. Tamaki tended to be suspended for almost a god 50% of the year. His parents hated that he was the problematic, fighting kid that got bad grades, but Tamaki didn't care what they thought about what he did.
Walking into the kitchen, Tamaki spotted his dog, Sprite, walking around the island that was in the center of the kitchen. "Were you waiting for me again? You silly dog," Tamaki said with a smile. His dog was almost always awake on school days, just waiting for him to come down the stairs and say hello. The dog looked up at him with his big puppy dog eyes and then ran up to him, giving Tamaki a nice hello. After patting the dog on the head, Tamaki got himself a nice bowl of cereal and sat down at the table to eat, Sprite following at his heels. When he finished he put the bowl in the sink and glanced at the clock. 6:40. Should be enough time to make it to school on time, Tamaki thought as he grabbed his car keys.
His car was nothing to brag about, just a simple black Chrysler. The color of the car looked cool, yes, but it always got ridiculously hot in his car, as black attracts the sun. But, Tamaki dealt with it as it gave him a way to drive around and get to places. He locked the front door as he left and then opened the door to the driver's side of his car. Tamaki had his backpack already in his car the night before, as his mom had insisted that he be prepared before he went to bed. As he sat down, the heat smacked him in the face. Tamaki immediately turned on the air conditioning and made his way to the high school.
As he drove, he turned on the radio to a music station. It had a variety of music playing, ranging from country to hip hop to the rare classical pieces. Tamaki didn't really like all the music that played on the station, but it was better than driving in silence to him. He pulled up to the parking lot of the school and locked his car after he grabbed his backpack. Slinging it over one of his shoulders, he walked to the entrance of the school, hoping to find someone he knew versus someone who wanted to beat the crap out of him. Tamaki didn't feel like getting in a fight on the very first day of school. He spotted a girl with orange hair walking, with another girl approaching her. Tamaki remembered the other girl as Ms. Popular in the school, and the orange haired one as the spacey one. I didn't know that they knew each other... Tamaki thought, unconsciously starting to slowly walk towards the two.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 1:30 pm
Mark never cared about her, and always put on the act that he cared in front of Lara's mom. It was quite irritating, but no matter what she said or did, her mom wouldn't believe that Mark was a bad guy. If the devils did something bad, then they would switch the story to have the blame fall on her, regardless of what Lara said or did, she always got in trouble. There's no point in thinking about it now though...it's just going to put me in a bad mood, Lara thought, trying to dash away all thoughts of Mark from her mind.
As the high school came into closer view and she was practically right in front of the entrance, she could see everyone with their car keys and smiled on their faces as the met eyes with their friends or 'other halves.' Lara rolled her eyes at the thought of a boyfriend. She didn't need anyone to complete her and make her feel 'whole' or whatever a lot of girls said they felt when they had a boyfriend. The interest in one for Lara just wasn't there. Plus, she was old fashioned and didn't think that she should be the one to ask someone out.
Looking around her just for the sake of making sure she wouldn't trip in front of all the high school students there, she saw a girl coming towards here. Lara glanced around to make sure that no one else was around her that the girl would come towards. The girl was indeed coming towards her, for what reason Lara wasn't sure at all. Looking at the girl, Lara could tell that she was pretty and thin, but couldn't remember really seeing her around school at all. Then again, Lara was spacey and not paying attention to anyone at all for most of the day, so it wasn't surprising that she didn't know or recognize many people.
"Um, hi. Did you...need something?" Lara asked. People usually only came up to her if they needed something, so that was usually the greeting that she gave to most people if they didn't start talking right off the bat. The girl had pretty blue eyes and was wearing makeup on. It wasn't too much maekup that it overtook her face, but it was just enough to enhance her eyes and make them one of the more dominant features of her face. The girl was wearing some simple accessories, and was wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt that was very flattering on her. She had hair that looked like a dirty blond color, and it was a nice length on her that framed her face pretty well. Not only that, but it was styled so that the girl's hair flipped in at the ends. I wonder how my hair would look if I styled it like that... Lara thought, now wishing that she had at least put her hair up. After all, she hardly ever wore her hair down, and it was just going to make her feel much hotter than it really was outside.
She looked around and away from the girl so as to not seem creepy or stalker like or something. Lara knew that she didn't like when people stared at her, so it didn't make sense for her to do something that she hated being done to her. As she looked at all the other students coming into school, she noticed a blond guy that almost seemed to be coming towards them, but she honestly wasn't sure which was he was really headed as there were now more people surrounding them. It seemed as if a lot of the students were either staring or glaring at the other girl, and Lara started to notice that people were giving her odd looks as well. She shuffled her feet as she was starting to become incomfortable with all the people that were looking her way.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 5:04 pm
The girl she was approaching gave a wary look around her as if checking to see if Rachel was coming to her. At first, she thought it was quite humorous because she was doing it out of shock. A small smile twitched into her lips, but vanished quickly. She didn't know this person so she wasn't going to be sickly sweet or anything. Rachel's heels made a clack, clack, clack sound as she paced on the pavement towards the red, almost orange, haired girl.
Upon her arrival the girl asked if she wanted anything. Rachel saw the curious glance towards her and the awkwardness in her tone, but there was no dawn of recognition.Does she not know who I am? she wondered with an air of confusion. She raised her eyebrows slightly as the girl looked her up and down, analyzing her features. Rachel pursed her lips.
"No, not particularly. I just don't know who you are and I'm just mildly curious. I've seen you around,"she responded with her arms crossed under her chest. The girl was studying her and without realizing it fixed her hair. Rachel guessed she felt somewhat uncomfortable with how she wore it, although to her the hair seemed extremely nice. It reached down to the girl's butt in small waves that looked almost styled, but the waves didn't have that perfect and intentional looks so she guessed it wasn't. The color was slightly odd and because her eyebrows were the same color, she thought it was natural. Overall the girl was pretty but she seemed uncomfortable and stood out in a crowd because of it.
Rachel felt two hands caress her hips and pull at her with an urgency that caused slight pain. She gasped with surprise and wheeled around to find Daniel pulling her with him away from whoever the girl was.
"What the hell, Daniel?! Are you having trouble reading signs? I don't want you near me!' she said, her tone angry. She glanced around to see people watching them. That was one thing about popularity that Rachel didn't like, people always seemed to be watching her every move despite the fact that it was none of their business. She pushed back from Daniel and huffed with annoyance.
Daniel took no notice and grabbed her again and pulled her closer to the point that all parts of their bodies were touching. "You know you want this, you slut. Just let me give it to you," he said in a hoarse whisper directly in her ear. Rachel's face contorted into anger as his hands slid down to where he was touching her butt. In trained movements she punched him hard in the gut so that he jumped back either in surprise or pain. She kneed him as hard as she could in the groin and walked away as he toppled over, grovelling on the ground behind her.
Everybody watched in stunned silence as Rachel approached the girl again. She tucked a stand of hair behind her ear and looked at their feet angrily. She knew she played with boys as a little kid could play with toys, but she didn't want to be called a slut. She had never had sex and was still a virgin and didn't plan on losing it anytime soon. As for hitting and kneeing him? Well, she exercised a lot and before she had even met him she knew that she was the stronger individual. Daniel was slightly tones, yes, but that's because he was teenager and had a high metabolism.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tamaki approaching the two of them. And like any other girl who has set eyes on him, her stomach fluttered with slight nerves. He was really quite the looker despite he was completely unavailable. He never allowed himself to get close to anyone and most girls didn't like his violent demeanor. But to Rachel he seemed to be quite the catch, but she knew that he was untouchable.
"Just so you know, I'm not a slut. I may go through a lot of boys, but I don't do much with any of them. He on the other hand, is a complete douche," Rachel uttered in a nervous matter. She didn't want this girl to think down on her like a lot of the people did that attended Alvarna High.
Her stomach rumbled and she curved in slightly. She had purposefully not eaten breakfast that morning and hadn't had any meal the day before. She wanted to look perfect in a casual way for the first day of school and was already regretting not exercising longer. She gave a trained sigh to cover up the sound so that nobody else would hear it and glanced uncomfortably at the entrance of the high school. Already she could tell she was going to answer for what she had done to Daniel. But, for her dignity, she would never allow a high school boy to over power her in any way. ✄- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Ixxh a v exxt oxxs t a yxxo nxxt h i sxxl i n e xxt oxxb exxp e r f e c t - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 7:27 pm
✗ Ⱦ a ɱ a ӄ ɪXX Ϩ ɧ o ɱ a ϯ s υ ✗ Tamaki came closer to the two girls but before he could really get there a guy he knew by the name of Daniel put his hands on Ms. Popular. Why can't I remember her name? Tamaki though to himself in annoyance at both Daniel and the fact that he couldn't remember the girl's name. He could clearly see that Ms. Popular didn't appreciate Daniel's moves, and before Tamaki would have even had a chance to do anything about it Ms. Popular took care of it on her own. Nice going, Tamaki thought with approval. It was nice to see a girl stand up for herself and not take that kind of crap from a guy.
Daniel was in between Tamaki and the two girls, and as he was getting up and walking away, Tamaki stuck out one of his legs, which ended up tripping Daniel and making him face plant on the ground. Must be one hell of a first day of school for this guy, Tamaki thought with a grin. Of course, his actions caused Daniel to glare up at him, and Tamaki said, "Oh, my bad...sorry," Tamaki said, feigning concern for the guy. He had always hated the kind of guys like Daniel. Luckily not many people had really seen Tamaki trip the guy, and instead of trying to fight back, Daniel walked away as he muttered curse words towards Tamaki and his start of the day in general. Serves him right, Tamaki thought, not caring if he was going to get in trouble for merely tripping someone, and not letting the curse words get to him. Hell, I've already gotten cursed out today anyway, Tamaki thought, remembering the text messages he had gotten earlier that morning. Either way he'd probably stay with the excuse that he accidentally tripped him to try and avoid at least some trouble.
Now able to walk over to the girls, he faced both of them. Name...name...Rachel, that's it! Tamaki thought in satisfaction. He had remembered the girl's name...finally. "Hey, Rachel, are you okay?" Tamaki asked, looking Rachel in the eyes. Not to make a generalization or be stereotypical, but girls tended to not take kindly to situations such as the one that had just happened, but he knew from all the gossip that Ms. Popular...Rachel was a girl that definitely got around. Not in the bad kind of slutty way, but in the dating kind of way. Unfortunately, guys liked to take things to far with girls just like Rachel, and probably even with girls like the one Rachel was standing next to.
Looking at the girl, he couldn't recall if he had ever introduced himself to her properly, and from the looks of it it didn't seem as if she had any recognition of him what so ever. "Hello, I don't think I've met you before. I'm Tamaki," he said, hoping she would at least give him a name back as he looked at the orange haired girl. Her hair was way longer than most people's, but it seemed to suit her personality from what he knew of her...again most of what he knew about the two was from gossip. But, gossip can't always be trusted, so he liked to find out things on his own, especially when it came to people. A lot of the gossip things he heard were just mere rumors.
Just by glancing around at the students that had kind of started to gather around the three people, Tamaki could guess that a lot of the students were going to start rumors. Naturally Tamaki wouldn't care about it, only if it took it to the point where it started to spread all the bad kind of rumors, especially if the rumors were about the two women in front of him. One thing that always set him off was when people insulted a girl, no matter how old she was. It just wasn't right, especially to high school girls. A lot of them were extremely self conscious and insults wouldn't help anything, especially in the area of weight. But, the girls in front of him didn't really seem as if they had any problems with their weight as far as he could tell.
He knew that both himself and Rachel even just standing together brought lots of attention, and Tamaki knew that the other girl was probably uncomfortable. If he didn't know her name, then she wasn't one of the 'popular' students, nor a very talkative one at that...at least from what he coud infer. He saw that a lot of the girls in the crowd were staring at him, either in anger or something of what he thought seemed like longing. But, Tamaki sidn't date as of yet, and he was kind of waiting for someone that would accept all of him, violent demeanor included. Although I could just start...fooling around or something, Tamaki thought, but knew he couldn't do that. He didn't like to exactly toy with people's emotions. Sure, he'd flirt and stuff, but he doesn't mean to lead anyone on to thinking that he'd end up dating the person.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 9:34 pm
"Hm, I don't remember seeing you around anywhere...but oh well, I guess..." Lara said in a slightly monotonous tone. There was no point in pretending to be all happy or excited or something that she wasn't. It just wasn't necessary. She was going to introduce herself when she saw two hands appear around the other girl's hips. Lara's mouth nearly dropped open as she saw what happened next and the words that were said next. The girl obviously didn't want the guy around, but he just didn't seem to get the message. I wonder why that guy feel the need to act like that...those guys are the ones that are total a****, Lara thought in annoyance. That was one of the reasons she didn't really want a boyfriend at this point in time. A lot of the guys that were around were all douches.
After the guy left, she looked at the girl again. She only seemed slightly frazzled, so Lara assumed she went through this thing kind of often. The whole scene had just caused more and more students to stare in their direction. She just wanted to shut down and daydream and keep walking to school, but at this point she really couldn't. I mean, they have actually formed a barrier like circle around us... Lara thought with a frown. She hated being in this situation, with all the people staring in her direction. "I can tell you're not a slut, so you have nothing to worry about from me...I'm Lara, by the way," she said, figuring she'd now introduce herself. The thought of introducing herself had almost slipped her mind as soon as the guy had come up to the girl. I still don't know her name though... Lara thought.
She frowned as some other guy came up to her and the other girl. He called the girl Rachel, which Lara assumed was her name. Lara had seen him trip the guy as he had started to walk away, but didn't feel it needed any praise or recognition. The poor guy had already been beaten down enough today. The guy introduced himself as Tamaki. "Tamaki...what a strange name..." Lara said, accidentally thinking aloud to herself. She really hadn't meant to say that out loud, but now that it was said, it was too late. Tamaki had light blond hair that kind of covered his eyes, and his eyes were a pretty green color. His clothes seemed to just be thrown together like he didn't care, and Lara couldn't tell if he did care about his appearance or not. Either way, just from looking around at all the female students in the circle, Lara saw that a lot of the girls seemed to be...staring and ogling at him.
"Yeah, I don't think we've ever met either...I'm Lara," she said, a bit of a delayed response to what Tamaki had said. Of all days, why the first day of school do all these people keep coming up to me? Lara thought in mild curiosity. Normally people always steered clear of her, labeling her as the weird outcast that no one spoke to. But now, she could tell that the two people standing by her were popular just from their looks, and had a feeling that she'd be swarmed all day with questions as to how they knew each other and all kinds of other crappy question that would come up. Damn, I'm probably not going to get any extra sleep today... Lara thought in disappointment. She had stayed up kind of late the night before and was hoping to catch up on the sleep she had missed.
Not to mention the fact that the past couple of days Karie and Kyle had been waking her up early just for their own enjoyment. I swear they just like to torture me, Lara thought. Already twice today she was thinking about people she hadn't wanted to think about while she was at school. Normally school was the place to get away from her home life and get a nice break from the devils and the lying step-dad she had. But, for some reason Lara's mind continued to drift to the people she could honestly say that she hated. I'm gonna have to find something else to think about all day, Lara thought, refusing to let the thought of having those people on her mind all day. Although, Lara was thinking that with how things were going this morning, she wouldn't really get a chance to have her usual day dreaming routine. Although I could just ignore everyone all day and stare into space... Lara thought. The idea of shutting everyone out and just having time to herself sounded nice. Her mom was always saying how she had an uncanny ability to shut everyone off and pretend as if she was living in her own, silent world.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 11:06 pm
Rachel watched as Tamaki tripped her new ex-boyfriend and mocked sympathy. An appreciative smile twitched on her lips, but she quickly turned her full attention to the girl who answered her previous statement. Her head tilted in slight curiosity. How can she not know or see me around? she thought with a small narrowing of her eyes. Not only did this girl seem so out of the loop, she also seemed uninterested in any form of conversation.
She exited her thoughts to realize the crowd that had appeared around them. Some had glares that only seemed to intensify as time passed while others still had shock evident on their faces. Lara (the name seemed to stick now that she had gone through an "event" with her) reassured her and Rachel gave a soft smile to show her appreciation. With a small laugh she realized that she was being slightly kind to many people she hardly knew. It wasn't common, but because Lara didn't even know Rachel's status the sudden crowd must have made her uneasy.
Tamaki pressed into the crowd and entered the center group comprised of herself and Lara. This is so odd. I'm conversing with people I would never usually talk to... and they're being nice? At least Tamaki knows my name... she thought as he asked if it was okay. He obviously knew her and didn't fawn over her so she wondered where the kindness was coming from, but she pushed it aside. Why become so negative when people are being nice? The concept seemed rude and Rachel had no intention of disrespecting the only two people that were nice to her as of today.
"Yeah, I'm um, fine. And uh, thanks," she replied and offered a small smile. Her stomach fluttered as he looked into her eyes, but otherwise she felt an odd form of happiness. She hoped he would realize that the 'thanks' would go for two things. The most obvious (and the one that would be perceived by the group standing around them which was the point) was for asking how she was. The second, however, was for tripping Daniel intentionally. She gave a small and inconspicuous wink so that he might get the hint a little better.
Then, realizing that she shouldn't have to dance around what the crowd would hear, she wheeled around and faced the majority of them. "Don't mind me asking, but what the hell are you all standing here for? Are any of talking to you? I don't think so," she said in a loud, clear and icy tone. Some of the people called her names, one of which was very close to her. She turned to her and walked over to the girl. "Excuse me? Am I supposed to thank you for your unwanted presence? Now, see, why does that not make any sense to me? Hm... maybe because it's idiotic and maybe it's because you should get lost," she muttered as her face measured to be less than a foot away from the girl's.
By then most of the crowd had dispersed and the girl continued to glare as she too began to walk away. Rachel smirked at her and turned around before she could see the infamous middle finger pop up. She faced both Lara and Tamaki and voiced a nervous laugh. "They were bugging me," she offered as the reasoning for her behavior. She knew at least the girl would appreciate it because she seemed the most uncomfortable. Meanwhile Tamaki seemed normal surrounded by the crowd. Rachel guessed it was because he got into fights a lot. If anything was interesting during high school, it was a fight. And Tamaki seemed like the proud victor each and every time he was involved. Still, that didn't stop guys from challenging him. It all seemed silly to Rachel. Why would someone challenge the untouchable?
Her lips curved up as she realized some of the reasoning behind the crowd gathering around them. Rachel had literally gotten into a fight with Daniel. Her smile widened with pride as she realized it was her first, and probably last, fight of her high school career. She wondered if Tamaki felt this confident about himself after a fight. The feeling was invigorating and it seemed as if each one of her cells danced with delight. The feeling didn't seem to be that bad and Rachel realized she wouldn't mind having it again some other time.
She realized she never formally introduced herself to Lara. "Oh, and I'm Rachel by the way. Not to be rude or anything, but um, you seem really uncomfortable right now. Are you okay?" Rachel asked giving out a rare kindness. The girl was acting extremely nice to her (even though she didn't seem that interested in prolonging the conversation) and Rachel decided it was time she too acted a little nicer. She turned to Tamaki. "And it's nice to finally meet you face-to-face," she added pleasantly. ✄- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Ixxh a v exxt oxxs t a yxxo nxxt h i sxxl i n e xxt oxxb exxp e r f e c t - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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