Just Hold Me Close [Artistic HS Prom/Romance RP] Full! <3

[Light.The.Lamp]

((wickedwolfgirl, remember all the the students already know eachother, it's getting into mid april, and it's either their second, third or fourth year.. so none of them are strangers.))

[e v e n t e r]

Carrie had her photography camera, and grabbed her guitar. She headed off to her photography class, excited. Her new Nikon camera had specail features like: Backlight, Panorama, Close up, Night Life, Built in flash, a cone to protect it, and so much more. Her classes went, Photography, Vocals, then Music. Carrie walked into her first class, and smiled, sitting down.

[~Simply.Love~]

RebelChild, and Wickedwolfgirl, a few things to inform you on. When you joined this rp you agreed to the rules, and the rules are... you need to be descriptive, and actually use adjectives that aren't at a 3rd grade level. No one is going to want to rp with your charries if they are as boring and basic as a brick. You can add some life to your posts, at least a paragraph, which in my grade is more than 5 sentences. If you go back and look at my post, or Soccer_boi's post, or Broken's post, they are all pretty descriptive. I understand there isn't a lot to work with yet, but you can do better if you actually try, I'm sure you can:) Example: instead of saying "Carrie had her photography camera, and grabbed her guitar" you could say, "Carrie grabbed her precious camera that she used for photagraphy, slinging it's protective case over her shoulder, letting it hang by her waist. She picked up her old guitar case, housing her prized acoustic guitar, the first one she ever received." TAH-DAH!! That wasn't even my post and I could do it:)

[anonymouse]

Zeke looked around his dorm. Now where had he put his camera... It wasn't that he didn't care for it, he just wasn't the cleanest guy around. Ezekiel scratched his head as she looked through his bed covers; trying in vain to remember when he had last used it.
He finally found it sitting quietly under his bed. He breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed a few rolls of new film, he didn't want to be caught without them like last time.
Zeke slipped on his skater sneakers and went out the door, jogging so as not to be late. Alex and Andrei were already there and a few others, Zeke was just focused on making sure his film wasn't exposed to the light and he was on time.
"Excellent morning hm Mrs. Wright?" Zeke flashed their teacher a smile before sitting down at the table beside Alexandre, carefully. He didn't want to sit on his camera like he had in the past. Luckily it wasn't his current camera.

[e v e n t e r]

(Ive been having a rough time in RL, and I cant help it if my posts are bad, but at least its better than most people do. At least I spell. And those are NOT third grade words okay? Sometimes people cant do something perfectly)

[valar morghulis]

Sighing in protest, Evangeline pushed herself back out of bed. Tiredly, she walked across the room, grabbing her patch-covered tote bag that waited for her next to the door. Letting out another quiet sigh, she quickly slipped on her black flip flops and made her way down the hall. Putting one of her iPod headphones in her ear, she slowly walked towards the classroom, quietly singing along with the up-beat song that blasted through the headphones.
She sat her bag on the floor next to the chair she sat in everyday, which was located near the back of the room. She pulled out her sketchbook, flipping through the pages until finding the picture of the boy and girl holding hands as they ran through the meadow together. Quickly switching to the song on her iPod that had inspired her, she began adding some finishing touches to the drawing.

[Kon_Art]

"My teacher asked me where my homework was and that's when I told her no hablo ingles!" Xavier sang, his head bobbing up and down as he listened to the beat of the song on his iPod. It was called 'No Hablo Ingles' by Bowling for Soup, his new favorite song. He pulled off his earphones and stuffed it in his pocket before entering music class. "Buenos días Mr. Elliot, Ms. Raymond." he greeted the two teachers with a smile. He jogged towards the dark red drum kit at the edge of the room along with the other drums, and sat on the chair. "Let's see...tom, tom, floor tom, tom, tom, crash..." he muttered while banging on each drum. He was trying to play something he heard on the radio though he couldn't quite get it right.

Roman sighed, tucking his phone back in his pocket. He just received an email from Armani saying his suit would probably take four more days due to size complications. The dance was a week away from now so if there were any repairs, there'd be no time to send it back and have it fixed. "Ah screw it..." he muttered, he'd just have to buy one if they couldn't make it in time. "Good morning Mr. Elliot, Ms. Raymond." He smiled, entering the music hall. Almost everyone was there, practicing songs with a group, or by themselves. He didn't play any instrument in particular, and usually switches between the guitar, bass, or the keyboard depending on what song he wanted to play. "Morning Davin, Vera." he greeted, they were Russians, he liked Russians so he got along with them better than most.

Anikka looked at herself in her small, pocket mirror one last time, making sure everything was perfect before she went to class. "There we go, neat and tidy." She placed it back in her small, black handbag and entered the classroom but not before greeting the teacher. She walked towards her desk and sat down before pulling a small, pink notebook from her bag. This was where she wrote lyrics to songs, most of them with guitar chords so her big brother, Roma, could play the guitar for her while she sang.

[~Simply.Love~]

((Rebel I'm not saying your posts need to be perfect, but you could just try a little harder, and use more describing words. And what happens in your personal life has nothing to do with your writing ability, I'm having a pretty horrible week myself, but i can still write fine. No argument needed, i was just giving some friendly advice, love))

[~Simply.Love~]

Aisha sat in a nearly empty class room, with only a few students that she never relly cared to get to know. Aisha was fluent in french, as she had attended a riding school there every summer for four years straight. "Mai s'il vous plaît j'ai commencer à travailler maintenant Aarons docteur? " She asked the teacher calmly, opeing her notebook. Doctor Aarons smiled, and gave a subtle nod, looking around the room.
"Wonderful Idea Aisha, everyone may begin working. Yu will be asked to prepare one of your writings to present in Two days, so let's hope you've been using your time wisely!" Aisha smiled and half laughed, Doctor Aarons was her favorite teacher. he too, could ride horses, and had competed i nEngland with her parents on many occasions.
(Aisha said: May I please begin working now Doctor Aarons?)

Alexa and Caleb walked back over to their desks arm in arm. "No, I like your artwork best!" Alexa joked in a rather girly tone, and flipped her hair to the left. Caleb laughed and shook his head.
"You make me laugh." he chuckle softly and set his artwork down. "Yo, Branden... come here." he said quietly to his friend across the room. Alexa smiled as Branden made his way over, standing in beteen his two friends, Branden rested an arm on each of their shoulders.
"Yes ma'am?" he asked sarcastically.
"Caleb wanted to know if you like his piece?" Alexa spoke first, smiling that she had beat Caleb to it.
Caleb smiled at Alexa, always happy that she beat him to something, whether it was finishing a piece of art, or finishing a sentence. "Yeah... what she said." he laughed.
"I love it!" Caleb smiled, walking around Alexa and sitting on the other side of her, so she was in between her two friends. Caleb smiled happily, "Gee, Gracias Dude!" he laughed softly. "So... negative space? I hate those." he told Branden with a laugh.
Branden chuckled with his friends. "Yeah, well if i don;t do one like we were all supposed to three weeks ago, teacher's gonna bust my grade. If I get anything below a ninety eight I'll phisically hrt myself!" he joked.
"Naww. you'll do fine, you're good at this stuff." Caleb assured his buddy.
"Suuuuree..." Branden shrugged. A little less confident in himself, but he got to work anyways...

Davin smile warmly at Roman. "Hey, how's it going?" and then her turned to wink at his cheery russian friend. "Привет, мой друг очень " he gave her a soft, but confidenty smile, and tirned back to Roman. "Either of you wanna help me with a song? You like All Time low at all?" he asked, holding the lyrics upside down infront of Roman and Vera. "I think I'm butchering it!" he chuckled, and looked around the class to see the others arriving. He loved this class, but it was always so noisy, it was hard to concentrate with so much music around in the same room.
(Hello My Pretty Friend, is what he said to Vera)

[SarahHeartbreak]

[[ <3 Sorry if my post sucks right now. I caught up, but I'm just confused. lol *failure*

xD Broken, you totally stole the camera I wanted for Jacquelineee. hahaha I forgive you. ]]

Jacqueline looked around as her friends left the room, and she leaned over casually to grab the bright blue and silver case that held her camera, a Nikon D5000. Maybe not the best, but certainly not the worst. She had saved up her own money to buy it - almost 900 American dollars, meaning more than 4,000 francs. Ahh, she loved saving up money. It was a great feeling when you finally reached that peak moment, spilling over the top and buying the thing that you wanted most. "Of course I am coming, Cheree! Don't be so impatient - you act more like my mother than she does!" She gazed longingly at Cheree's camera, her eyes bright. "Oh, how I long for such a delight!" she cried, clutching her heart over-dramatically and swooning before she stood straight once more. She walked to the door and straight to the class, a hop in her step, though she got shy and blushed whenever anyone looked at her. "Bonjour, Mrs. Wright!" she chirped as she entered the classroom, sitting down at the table by Andrei. "Gentlemen," she greeted, nodding her head to each of them.
[[ "Bonjour..." of course means "Hello" or "Good morning" ]]

Salvatore stretched his arms over his head for a moment before walking back to his bed. He sat down comfortably, waving as Alexandre left, and bent over to reach into his backpack. His hand returned with a dark gray folder with his name written in silver sharpie on it. It opened easily, and he leafed through the sheets with ease to make sure all of his music was there. His assigned music was in the left pocket, and the music he wrote was in the right. Very organized. He even had them in there by alphabetical order (by name). He stood and stretched his arms once more, a lazy growl coming from his throat. Oh, mornings. He left his room, folder in hand, and walked to the vocals classroom, silent. When he entered the classroom, he saw the other two people, Anikka and Evangeline, already there. He greeted his teacher with a soft, "Good morning, Mr. Thomas." He sighed and sat down, glancing around at the two girls for a moment before he saw what Evangeline was doing. "You do know," he said, a smirk resting on his full lips, "this is our vocals class. Not drawing." He laughed a little afterwards, a pure tone of playfulness in his voice before he opened up his folder and pulled out a sheet of lyrics and notes.

Celeste stripped from her yoga pants and tank top, jumping straight into the clothes that she had picked just seconds before. "Mondo, io sono pronto per voi oggi!" she said, loud and proud. She looked in a mirror for a moment, assessing her hair, then grabbed her straightener and plugged it into the wall. She waited patiently for it to get hot, then straightened out the messy parts of her hair. "Ahh, perfect," she said, hands falling to her hips. "Oh, glorious day, I look forward to you!" she shouted as she ran from her room straight to the music room. "Vera, Davin, Roman, Mr. Elliot and Ms. Raymond, buongiorno a voi!" She bowed with a flourish, then retreated to where her precious keyboard was. The Yamaha YPG-625 88-Key Weighted Portable Grand Keyboard, a lengthy name for such a simple (in Celeste's eyes) thing. She petted the keys lovingly before perking up, looking towards Davin. "All time Low?" she echoed, eyes bright. "Why, Davin, you have found your partner! I will do whatever it is you want! What song?" She would have continued talking, but she noticed that he had been asking Vera and Roman, that she pushed herself into the conversation. Oh, she was so rude sometimes.
[[ "Mondo, io sono pronto per voi oggi!" means "World, I am ready for you today!" and "...buongiorno a voi!" means "...good morning to you!" ]]

Kaoru Ren looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, fluffing up his hair in an almost girlish way. He then grabbed his camera case, which held his precious Panasonic Lumix DMC-GF1, and darted out of the room. On his way to his first class, photography, he saw Jacqueline and Cheree. "My ladies!" he cried, running towards them at top speed. His camera case flew out behind him, though it didn't go far - thank God for shoulder straps. He slowed as he reached them, entering the classroom with them. "Good morning, Mrs. Wright," he said calmly, blinking at his teacher before sitting down by Alexandre. "What's up?" he asked excitedly, pulling his precious camera out of its case and setting it on the table in front of him. He smiled cheerily, his black eyes playful and bright. "I trust you all had a good night's sleep?" Being the ever-social person he was, he just continued chattering on until someone happened to speak when he paused to take a breath. Everyone who had ever been near him knew that about him - he never stopped talking. It was impossible. He even talked in his sleep - oh, what a terrible disease.

Kaori tugged at the bottom of her tanktop, pulling it down enough so that it was almost like the world's shortest dress. She frowned at the mirror, her dark brown eyes playful as she pulled the colorful scarf out of her belt loops and wrapped it around her neck. "Better," she cooed, winking at her reflection in the mirror. "Hmmm..." Hands on her hips, she sauntered to the corner of her bed, and she proceeded to dig through the pile of clothes that grew there. "Huh, where is it... Ah!" She snatched her plain sketchbook from underneath a plaid skirt, along with her Wacom Bamboo Touch tablet and its little pen. "Perfect!" she cheered, clapping her hands together before running out of her room. She felt like she was late, and she arrived at the classroom to see the other three already there. "Morning, Ms. Parker!" she squeaked to her teacher before scurrying over to sit with her friends. "Negative space?" she questioned, that being the first thing she heard. Her face grew bright, and she arched an eyebrow. "Those are so much fun! Branden, you're going a negative space drawing?" Her fingers pulled out a few sheets of her own negative space drawings - those were her second favorite types of drawings, after all - and she shoved them into Branden's face. "It's so easy and fun and - " Here, she stopped herself, feeling over-excessive and annoying.