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 Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:47 am
A lot of this'll come from my other thread in Barton Town, but I thought I'd get more replies if it was in the guild... so here it is ^^My Chemical Romance -- The Highschool Years We find the five friends in their Highschool years. New friendships will be made, old friendships will be broken and chemical romance will be hanging in the air (don't worry. . . I wont be saying that again 4laugh ). The boys are nearing their last year of school (Mikey still has two years to go ^^) and have just been let out of school for the Summer. Six whole weeks of band practice. . . perfect. Their band is yet to have its big break,
but the five boys are still hoping.
Contents:
Rules
Characters
Announcements
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:48 am
*|*| Rules |*|*
1. Be literate. This is a Semi-Lit to Lit RP, and I wont have, *Walks in* Hi *Walks out* So that means; No Asteriks! Use Actions Thoughts "Speech" ((OOC)) And be descriptive! And please spell properly. . . I don't mind a few mistakes, but just no chat-speak or all-round bad spelling. I know what I mean, at least.
2. Please only join if you like My Chem. Otherwise it's a little pointless. And please. . . make sure you know a little background info on MCR. Don't just be one of those 'fans' who've seen like, one video and don't know any other songs.
3. This is a long term RP. No joining and then never coming back.
4. If you're playing a Canon Character ((i.e, The band members)) then rule 3 and 1 applies to you most.
5. If you don't post once every week then your part will be given away.
6. No OOC nastiness to other people.
7. Romance encouraged
8. Vary the Stereotype of your character, kay? Cause there wont be a school of only Emo/Goth/Punk people, as cool as that would be :3
9. Sometimes I donate to people. If I see you're questing, and I've got some spare gold, the chances are: You'll get it.
10. You are allowed to change your crush every now and then, because that would happen in the real world too. Just PM me or post and tell me.
11. You're allowed more than one character, just no more than 3!
NEW 12. Please please please: Stop making characters that're like 'She has a dark background that she doesn't share with anyone and never talks about and it takes her ages to make friends but when she does she'd die for them'. . . Honestly! One or two is fine. . . but when every character on the board is like it it gets so boring. Rant over.
NEW 13. Stick to the guild-rules. No romance over kissing, kay? Stick to the rules, people, stick to the rules.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:51 am
*|*| Characters |*|*
Gerard Way
Age: 16
Gerard is 1/2 Italian (mother's side), and also 1/2 Scottish (father's side). Gerard's grandmother Elena taught him how to draw, sing and perform and started to play in bands when he was only eleven. Gerard is obsessed with the idea of death, and has had many spooky experiences with Ouija boards.
Favourite Quote: "What I Like about The Sims is that I don't have a normal life at all, so I play this game where these people have these really boring, mundane lives. It's fun. My Sims family is called the Cholly family. I don't know why I picked that name; it's kind of random. The teenage daughter is my favourite, because I just had her go through this Goth phase. She's really kind of nerdy and she just became a concert violinist, which is pretty huge for the family. And she got into private school. But she started wearing black lipstick and she dyed her hair purple. It's pretty huge."
Played By: gothic_mermaid888
Mikey Way
Age: 14
Mikey Way, born Michael James Way, on September 10, 1980 in Newark, New Jersey, where he grew up. He is the younger brother of Gerard Way, (whom he has a very close relationship with, and is also He is Scottish - Italian, like his brother). Growing up, Way worked for Barnes & Noble, in addition to being an intern at Eyeball Records
Favourite Quote: "We're really greedy about the electricity in our iPods. We hoard it. We're like, 'Yo, I'm only on half a ******** battery and I have a plane ride!'"
Played By:
Frank Iero
Age: 16
Frank Anthony Iero was born on October 31st, 1981 (making him a Scorpio), in Belleville, New Jersey (which he prefers to big cities such as New York or L.A.). Not many people know how to say his last name, which is correctly pronounced "eye-year-oh". Frank is 5'4" and has hazel eyes with a dark drown natural hair color (now dyed black).
Favourite Quote: "Has goldfinger ever had a flock of mooses advancing on him? It's a terrifying sight"
Played By:
Ray Toro
Age: 16
Growing up, his mother was always very protective, and in junior high to impress a girl he stuck a piece of Runts candy in his nose (like a booger), but it ended up getting stuck in his nose and he had to go to the nurse to get it taken out. He also used to have a pet dog called boy, growing up in a Puerto Rican household.
Favourite Quote: "Look at this. . . I just put my hand in a cupcake. . ."
Played By: Lima_Bean_Man
Bob Bryar
Age: 16
Bob is a fan of Black Sabbath and thinks England is cold. He has his ears gaged at 24, and next time you see him, make sure to gaze into those baby blues of his. Unfortunately, he has gotten hurt. Some are minor injuries and other.. not-so-minor. He was once pushed out of a bus, as well as receiving a busted nose from a bar fight with security tough guy. He has had is heart broken (long story), and well, as for the brain damage.. he refuses to comment.
Favourite Quote: "Get that ******** camera away from me!"
Played By: AdamSavagegrl4eba
All info pasted from www.imnotokay.net
Also thinking of having someone play a teenage Brian Schechter. PM me if interested. Just an idea.
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*|*| Made ups |*|*
You'll need;
Username:
Character Name:
Age:
Description: (I don't mind pictures, just don't have page-stretchers!)
Personality:
Short Bio:
Crush:
Stereotype:
Other:
RP Demo:*
You have to PM these to me with the title: Bury Me In Black. In the PM you've gotta put your favourite line of any MCR song.
*It just has to be short, not looking for an essay. You only have to write one if you're looking to be a main character.
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Username: ~[~Quimbyl~]~
Character Name: Stephanie Iero
Age: 16
Description: Steph inherited the Iero shortness from her parents, making her and her brother around the same height. She usually ties her black hair back, but her bangs usually succeed in hiding most of her face. Her usual dress-code is a baggy pair of jeans, a band tee and usually a pair of bracers, but has been known to wear feminine stuff at times… well… her idea of feminine would be a long shirt that passes her knees. The only make-up she really wears is eyeliner, but sometimes she wears light pink or blue, depending on what band is on her t-shirt. Her facial features are much like her brother’s, but her skin is paler. Her eyes are the same almond shape, but a lighter shade of brown. The only distinguishing thing about her appearance is the industrial piercing in her left ear which she has successfully hidden from her parents since she’d had it done a year ago.
Personality: Shy isn’t a word she understands. Nor is ‘Lady-like’ or ‘Polite’. Steph usually says what comes to mind when it comes to mind and deals with the consequences later. This, needless to say, gets her into trouble at school and is on ‘first name terms’ with the principal… what this is is her knowing the principal’s first name and using it to its full extent. She prefers to talk then listen which annoys almost everyone, but if she’s tired she’ll put on an excellent show of listening. Steph is capable (and willing) to hold a grudge for as long as it takes for the person to apologise, she once didn’t speak to Frank for a month after he broke the arm off of her Pink Power-Ranger doll. Despite not telling anyone except for her brother, she still has a certain something for Gerard in two ways: a) she looks up to him as her idol, even though his band hasn’t even played their first gig yet and b) thinks he’s the most amazing guy she ever has a chance of meeting in Jersey.
Short Bio: Steph’s first memory is being bucked off a horse at a fair and having her arm put in a cast. She was raised by her mom and her dad and is very close to her grandparents… which she claims isn’t because they spoil her rotten. Her brother is Frank Iero, and even though he can play his guitar she has no musical talent whatsoever, unless you count the ability to play the spoons a ‘musical talent’. She learnt this off of her Grandfather. Growing up, she was an obsessive fan of the X Men and once answered her teacher’s question of ‘What do you want to be when you’re older’ as ‘Wolverine’ and went around the entire day with forks cello-taped to her fingers… this, needless to say, only made her look like Edward, uh, Forkhands. She discovered her love of rock music when she heard a Black Flag song blasting from her brother’s record player and immediately stole it. She still has it wedged behind her wardrobe.
Crush: Gerard <33
Stereotype: Labelled many things by the popular kids, top of the list are 'Goffick Kid', 'Weirdo' and 'Eww, get away'.
Other: The youngest Iero... and Frank's sister heart
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Username: Creepin Up These Halls
Character Name: Victoria (Vicky) Llewellyn
Description: Vicky isn't very tall, about 5"2 and 16 years old. She is often described as 'very brown', both her hair and eyes are brown with different shades of brown streaked throughout. Her face is clear of acne and blemishes, for the first time in her life, and she usually wears all black. The closest she gets to actually wearing color is a mottled gray underneath, you guessed it, a black jacket.
Personality: Vicky is polite to people she doesn't know, unless they show their first impression as being quite rude. She is extremely loyal to her friends, and has many issues with trust, often giving a person only two chances to redeem themselves before she breaks contact with them. The girl only ever has one crush at a time, being extremely picky in finding herself a date. She is a masochist, cuts, has plenty of thoughts of suicide, but she hides this with a smile, a jump, and a laugh every day.
Short Bio: Vicky was born into a world of abuse. Her mother beat her constantly, told her how everything was her fault, killing her daughter emotionally, and nearly physically. When she was twelve, she already had issues with people, but when she got another dog, Benji, she was fine. Benji didn't last long, her mother beat her ad threw her out the door like she had most other dogs. Even though it had only been eight days, she was extremely close to the dog. At thirteen, thoughts of suicide became more common, but she cut herself instead of doing it. For three years, she continued to suffer, but survived, obviously.
Crush: Frank
Stereotype: Goth
Other: She loves to read and write, and is very good with a computer.
RP Demo:
Victoria walked over to her locker for the last time, ready for summer vacation, and took out all of her books, journals, everything. Most people were quite happy when summer came ‘round, but she wasn’t, it only meant that she’d have no where to go when her mother woke up. Weekends were bad enough, but then she could always say one of her friends had a test, and had to study for it. The truth was, she hardly had any friends, and she’d just walk to the park and sit underneath a tree.
Now she’d have to spend many weeks doing that, saying her friends needed help working on their room or something, but her mother went places in summer. She might even pass the park and see her daughter. Hopefully, she wouldn’t come that way, but hope hadn’t gotten Vicky far in the world. All year long, she had ‘hoped’ that Frank would come up and talk to her, or she’d be able to talk to him, but not a word had passed between them.
If she had still had Benji, it would’ve helped, but it had been three years since her death, she should’ve recovered by now, forgotten. It was only eight days, hardly time for anyone to get close to anything, but she had. Perhaps that was because that was the most desperate time in her life, when she needed a dog most. All she knew, as she walked down the school’s steps and headed home, was that it would be an extremely long summer.
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Username: cyanidehappiness55
Character Name: Kylie O'Rourke
Age: 14
Description: Kylie has electric blue eyes that catc most people off gaurd. She has razored black and blue hair to accompany her eyes. kylie ususaly cakes on the black eyeliner because it makes her eyes pop more. her usual style is crazy. skirts over pants, lots of bracelts and rings, oddly cut teeshirts, boots, the works. she doesnt like to dress the same alot so her clothes are constantly changing. she ususal cuts her clothes into different designs if she considers them to boring. she cant live without her pair of black converse hight tops. the shoes are nearly dead and filled with holes but she doesnt care. kyle has a nose ring and 3 peircings in each ear.
Personality: shy is deffinetaly not the word to describe this girl. shes outgoing and always knows how to have a good time. wheter it would be throwing pudding at cars or sticking condoms on intenas, ses always up for something. she makes friends easy and always speaks her mind. shell tell you if youre wrong and shell compliment random people in the hallways. she loves dinosaurs and carries around small plastic ones in her mesenger bag. shes bisexual and loves to wear rainbow alot. drawing is her passion and hopes to one day do something in the art field. she may be young but she knows what she wants out of life. her philosophy is to never take life to seriously, you dont survive it anyway. her favorite band is the sex pistols and she is fond of micheal jackson
Short Bio: kylie is half irish on her fathers side but doesnt have an accent. her mother died when she was six or lukeimia she lives with her father in a small apartment. shes the one who cooks, cleans, etc while her father can rest after work. a small hallmark store down the street from where she lives hired her regardless of her age. she works there most of her free time to help pay the rent
Crush: mikey
Stereotype: "emo"
Other: she just moved from colorado and she plays guitar
RP Demo: *BEEP BEEP BEEP* The anoying beeping of Kylie's alarm clock awoke her from her dreamless slumber. It seemed like an eternity since her alarm clock had been used and it startled her. As her mind slowly came into focus, she relized it was the first day of her new school. She groaned slightly then unwillingly pulled herself from her bed. She hated going to new schools. This was the third time that she had moved and she hated making new friends. She did easily but most of the kids were too dull for her. She prayed the kids here would actually have a life. It was Jersey after all.
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Username: Lima_Bean_Man
Character Name: Autumn Jeffree Parker
Age: 15
Description: Autumn is fifteen, about 5'9" and about 135 pounds. She has short dark brown (almost black) hair, which she spikes up all over. She normally wears black baggy pants, a tank top and duct tape shoes she made herself. Along with a grey hoodie that has been enbroidered with random pictures. She also tends to wear a lot of home-made jewelery.
She has both ears pierced, along with an industrial on her left ear.
Personality: Autumn is really hyper, she loves to draw, write and play guitar. She loves playing sports, especially hockey and volleyball. She could make friends with almost anyone because she's amazingly friendly, but she gets really angry when any of her friends are made fun of. She hates school. If you get in a fight, you want her on your side. xD
Short Bio: She spent the first eleven years of her life living with her mom and dad, until her dad was killed in a car crash. She moved out of the first and only house she had ever lived in and moved into a small apartment with her mom. From then on she started to let all her emotions out through her writing, her drawing and her music. She was allowed to skip seventh grade because of her good grades. She wasnt proud of this, but was glad that she would have one less year of school.
Crush: Ray Toro.
Stereotype: Weird Jock.
Other: She loves eating icecream and is very crafty, she can make just about anything.
RP Demo: Autumn skipped down the halls with her bag over her shoulder. She was tired but extremely excited at the same time, today was the last day of school. Her first class today was history, so she got her books out of her locker and started off to her history class.
Inside she sat down in the far back corner of the room, as far away from the teacher as she could get. Her teachers name has Mr. Henry and she had no idea why he had become a teacher. He hated each and every one of his students with all of his guts, he didn't know anything he was talking about and all he did during class was read the daily paper.
On one occasion she had mouthed off to him and he had told her that, "if she couldn't keep her mouth shut she proably knew everything there was to know on the subject," and that she could get up and teach the class herself. Of course he hadn't expected her to actually do it. That day the class learnt more than they had the entire year. After that he didn't mess with her.
She pulled out her sketch book and doodled through the entire class, just as she usually did.
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Character Name: Mackenzie Alice Schecter, affectionately referred to as "Kenny" or "Kensey" by the gang.
Age: 17
Description:
Mackenzie is a tomboy-ish slender girl with slight curves and waist lenth, vibrant red hair. Her eyes are a brilliant green with a hint of mischief, and she wears little makeup. She usually has on vintage dresses or baggy clothes, and often wears dangly jewellery. She is never without the slouchy carryall bag she made from a dress she found at the local Salvation Army store. People tell her a lot that the creators of That 70's Show were stalking her and based Donna off of her. She doesn't mind. The 70's rocked.
Personality: To say Mackenzie is a hippie is something of a gross understatement. She's probably the most easygoing girl anyone at the high school's ever met, and she exudes a sense of calm on whoever is around her, which is probably why people find her to be a good listener. Her mellow but fun-loving personality allows her to get along with everybody, and she often waxes metaphysical. She shares a crudish sense of humor with her male friends (hands down, farting is extremely funny), and generally enjoys being "one of the guys", but somehow she never fails to be unbelievably feminine.
Short Bio: Mackenzie is a born-and-raised Jersey girl who is extremely proud of where she's from. Her life is pretty easy; there aren't any major family issues, unless you count a younger brother who uses up her shampoo as a major issue (Brian, I swear to God, I'm going to put itch powder in your sheets if you do it again... that stuff's expensive.). She is a completely honest, hard to anger, perpetually ready for adventure, quasi-philosophical junior. As the oldest in her cluster of friends, and the only one in posession of a car, she's often called upon to make Guitar Center or Stu's Comics runs. She has worked at the local Salvation Army, record store, and radio station, but currently does not have a steady job after she was turned down an internship at the Eyeball Record house.
Crush: She doesn't really have a crush on anyone, but thinks that Bob is the kind of guy she'd like to end up with.
Stereotype: Bohemian/Hippie/Tomboy
Other: Mackenzie wasn't always this laid back. In fact, she used to be pretty frazzled and uptight. Her long time best friend, Evey, was the laid back one. Seemingly out of the blue, committed suicide in the summer between freshman and sophomore years. The death of her friend, and the discovery of her journal filled with running themes of "I can't tell her about how depressed I am. It will just make her worry and send her into hysterics, and I can't do that to her." threw Mackenzie's life into sharp relief. She has realized the value of life and the futility of secrets and lies, and has used techniques like meditation and music to calm herself down. If people around her are talking about suicide, it flares up a part of her personality that is in equal parts protective and fury. Her prized possession is Evey's journal, and she keeps one of her own.
RP Demo: Well, I'm playing as Gerard in the Retribution RP, so if you want to read that, you'll see I love being descriptive and literate. I also have a fanfic of sorts that's the closest to the RP style I'd use for this one. The link's in my sig (The one with the hand. And I recommend chapter 5. That's the best example.)
If you're lazy or whatever, I guess I'll shoot up a little something right now...
Kensey was awake a few minutes before the opening chords of the Eagles' "Heartache Tonight" started on her radio alarm clock. She stretched, sighing contentedly as she settled down onto her yoga mat. After her usual half hour practice, she pulled on her vintage Chinese dressing gown and slippers, grabbed an oversized towel, and made her way to the bathroom. She took some extra time as she stood in the torrent of hot water to run some conditioner through her hair. After all, she had plenty of time. It wasn't even 6:30 yet. She doubted Brian would get up for another hour, at least. Why did guys love to sleep so much? Kensey made her way back to her room, humming the tune to "Heartache Tonight". Once her door was securely locked, she cast the dressing robe aside and threw Abbey Road onto her turntable. She wandered around her room, deciding what to wear for the last day of a successful junior year, letting herself air dry in the soft smells of her candle collection.
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Username: Grimmy_Teh_Reaper
Character Name: Krys Walker (female)
Age: 16
Description: [x] (I know I don't look 16 but yeah)
Personality: Krys has always been a bit cynical and sarcastic. She thinks everyone hates her cause no one ever talks to her and the people that do just make fun of her. She's always being hard on herlsef and things everything and anything to do with her is horrible. Like her bass playing, drawing, writing or singing.
Short Bio: Krys loves to run but would never join the track team in fear of being called a jock. She also loves to read, play D and D, skatebord, and play her bass guitar. Growing up in Jersey she just moved to Belleview this school year after her father lost his job and they plunged into poverty. Somehow, Krys manages to pull herslelf together and pay for everything she needs by working at the guitar store teaching kids to play bass. She's see a guy that she knows as Ray around the store, buying strings every so often, but never gets to talk to him.
Crush: Ray
Stereotype: emo, punk, skater
Other: She has the nasty habit of biting her fingernails....
RP Demo: The lunch bell rang and Krys walked slowly passed the groups of people; people she wished she could be; people with friends. Leaning herslef agasnt the back of the building, she munched on a small sandwhich she had bought at a local deli on her way to school. She placed the rest of her food , which consisted of a Coke, a carrot and a roll, around her in a circle as if she was placing the food out for friends; friends she didn't have.
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Username: Godblessemohair
Character Name: Nicole Jones, but goes by Nic
Age: 16
Description: African-American with a coffee like skin-tone, long curly black hair, short (about 5’ 4) wears glasses but has dark brown eyes...Always wears jeans and a t-shirt, unless she’s trying to impress.
Personality: She’s very intelligent, but can be extremely goofy. She’s stubborn, extremely opinionated, strong-willed, ambitious, and determined. She’s often moody, in that her mood changes quite swiftly. When she’s upset or angry she tends to lash out and attempt to hurt those close to her, and when she’s sad or has lapsed into a depression she retreats inside herself. But when she’s happy she’s bubbly and extremely talkative. She sings and singing and music is one of her outlets.
Short Bio: Nicole grew up in a very sheltered Christian home and has found herself rebelling from her over protective parents and their overbearing Christian values. She starts thinking outside the box her parents set up for her and making friends that her parents don’t think are acceptable. She is somewhat of a loner in that she can’t find a crowd to fit into at school. She’s not the stereotypical black kid and that’s hard for people to look past. But this school year, she’s going to finally talk to the one guy she’s been watching from afar...
Crush: Gerard
Stereotype: Loner smart kid
Other: She longs to learn to play guitar so that she can start a band and maybe one day play warped tour.
RP Demo: Nic stood at the end of the hall and watched Gerard. She sighed disgustedly at the internal battle that was waging inside her at that exact moment. “What ais my problem?” she thought. “What if he doesn’t like black chicks? ...What if he doesn’t like chicks at all..? That’s it. All I want to do is talk to him. What’s the worst thing he could do? Eat me?” She couldn’t help but snicker a bit at her mental ramblings. “That’s it,” she mumbled under breath, ”this is my last year here and I am not going to let some little insecurity stop me from talking to this guy.” With that, she adjusted her backpack and walked up to the one guy she’d had a crush on for three years. “Hey! You’re Gerard right? I’m Nic. Yeah, I’ve seen you around a lot. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to talk to you. You’re just really cute, you know? Yeah...Oh, I’m rambling. I’m sorry.” Nic closed her mouth promptly and if it wasn’t for her dark skin tone, he would have seen her blush. With a glance to the ground, she turned to walk away and retain some shred of dignity.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:53 am
*|*| Announcements |*|*
19th November -- Open for business!!
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:55 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 7:24 am
Please remember that any sort of romance beyond kissing isn't allowed
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 7:57 am
Stephanie Iero, 16 years old and already waiting for something. The school bell. Usually its shrill ringing was a cause for grumbling and cursing on Steph’s part, but today was different. The last day of term… the mere thought of it sent a delightful chill up the young girl’s spine. She slouched forwards in her chair, abandoning all pretence of working. Instead, she rested her forehead on the hard wood, breathing out loudly in a bored sigh. Last time she’d looked there’d been five minutes left. Five minutes until complete freedom. She looked up and out of the window. Geez, just throw in some bunnies and daisies and the place would be the bloody garden of Eden. She looked up at the clock. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... The buzzing of the bell sent a ripple of movement through the classroom. Steph threw the books on her desk into her bag and swung it over her shoulder roughly, pushing her way through the scrum blocking the door.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 2:40 pm
Vicky sat in the back of the classroom, hardly noticing the time, or the clock. No, instead she contented herself with staring at the people that were looking at the clock. Some of them twitched when they thought the minute hand had gone all the way over to the six, and it was quite funny to watch. A few had set stop watches as the hour began, but some of those few had also set it to the wrong time and they had already gone off. It was even funnier to watch when she waited at the back of the room, when the bell rang, as it did right then.
She noticed one girl push through everyone in a mad dash, almost like an eight foot tall bodybuilder would. Victoria stood up and walked to the door, still chuckling as she heard various people who had been shoved out of the way cus and yell in anger. Just a few more steps and she'd be to the door of the school. But, as usual, luck wasn't on her side, and she accidently slammed into Steph's side.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:23 am
Steph yelped as she felt the sharp impact on her side. Her gaze darted up and she fixed her expression to a smile.
"Sorry," she ammended, it was one of her fellow misfits. Making a mental note to never think such a corny thing again, she pushed back her bangs. "My fault." Her smile grew thoughtful against her will as she sought for the girl's name. V... Victoria? Vicky. She looked down at her watch, cursing under her breath. The rule that came with walking home with her brother and friends was 'if you're late we leave without you'. Steph didn't like walking home alone, mainly because she was a favourite target of the herds of Jocks that also walked the same way home as her.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 11:50 am
Gerard ran down the hall way, passing other students. With his sketchbook in his arm's. He looked as though he was looking for somthing... Or some one...
He then saw his two friends, Steph and Vicky. "Hey guys..." He said. Even though he stopped walking, he was still being nudged by others...
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 1:07 pm
"Sorry...Steph. Hope I didn't make you late for anything." It took her a short second to remember the girl's name, but it was common, she would listen in to the jocks complain and laugh at her, it was quite cruel. This was in a world where someone was shunned for being themselves, Vicky felt quite sorry for the girl. She stepped back and allowed her room to walk off and such, and then one of the few people she had talked to showed up.
"Ay, Gerard." Vicky watched the others as they consatntly tried to shove him out of the way, saw him clutching his sketchbook. He was good, and getting better. She thought for a moment, Isn't he in that one band...damn, what's it called? After a few seconds, she just flat out gave up and stood there, books and journals glued to her chest like some nerd's lunch.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 7:17 pm
There's a place in the dark where the animals go.
You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow yeah i think im just gonna jump in here.
Kylie truged lazily up the steps of her new hell, clutching her registration forms and a check in her hand. She instantly regreted not grabbing her bag on the way out, the fear of dropping her important information was high. She frustadingly pushed her body through the crowd of annoyed teenagers wanting desperatly to continue their lives outside of the building that caged them. suddenly, kylie's pace came to an ubrubt stop. she fell backwards onto the cold linolium floor and instinctivly threw her hands to her face to protect her head. as her mind reajusted, she relized what she had run into. a girl in all black. she glanced up and relized the girl looked very annoyed. Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands
Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 10:22 am
"Hey, Gee," Steph grinned, pushing back her bangs once more. Looking up at the familiarly hazel eyes of one of her best friends she once more inwardly cursed for being short. All the looking up at everyone hurt one's neck. "How're things?" she asked dreamily, readjusting the strap of her rucksack on her shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 9:57 am
((Aw, no-one replied. . . ninja ))
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 12:57 pm
(Thanksgiving is evil! ANTI-TURKEY DAY!!!)
Gerard looked at Steph and said "Eh... Could be better..." Even though he was getting elbowed and knocked into, his mind was other places. "Where are the guys?" He said.
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