яινєяνιєω нιgн ѕcнσσℓ [human RP]{In need of guys!}

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Dropping out guys; I cant keep up.

[~Nevergrowup~]

Jared smiled and passed it to David. He looked around at the soccer balls. Only Skye had a definate ball without someone trying to get it. He looked away and watched as more people were fighting over them. He decided for fun to take another one. He took it and dribbled it back to David. The gym teacher, Mr. Monroe or something like that, said that all the people who had a soccer ball please stand over by him. Jared did as her said and noticed Skye doing the same. He waited for David to come back over.

Skye stopped the soccer ball next to Jareds. She stood there her arms folded across her chest. Her eyes watched as people were despritatly trying to get their darn soccer ball to stop the torture. She wanted to stop doing this, I mean really did the teacher want to watch teenagers fight over something. She sighed hoping they would make teams and play games.

[shutterbuggie]

David

"Ah, great a ball for each of us," David said as he juggled the ball between his hands as he walked up to Jared and some other kids to hear what Mr. Monroe had to say.

[grim.]

.:Hyland Blade:.
Washed up and hated,
The system moves to slow.
They give us answers,
To questions they don't even know.

Rings flashed in the dim lighting of Hyland's room as he swatted his alarm clock off the stand beside his bed. There was one silver ring for each finger on his right hand, excluding his thumb. One eye opened a crack. Sunlight streamed through a crack in his blinds, but other than that the room was completly dark. Hyland grunted and rolled off his bed, feet hitting the floor with a quiet thud. He stumbled slightly, catching his dresser to catch his balance.

He jerked the dresser drawer open, changing into a pair of ripped, faded, and stained jeans. A black Billy Talent concert t-shirt, tugging a black hurley hoodie overtop, he left it unzipped. He glanced around the room, his eyes falling on his shoes which had been kicked against the wall by his door. He tugged them on, simple black DC board shoes.

Hyland drug himself across the room and grabbed his backpack off the floor, it was a blue gray and black plaid hurley backpack. He hefted it onto his left should and quietly slipped out of his room.
"Rah!"
"Ahh!" Hyland jumped backwards, nearly hitting his head on the wall. The blonde kid in front of him was grinning like a coyote. "Nahten! What the hell!?"
"Sorry man, you look like you needed a wake-up call," Nathen snickered, stepping back.
"Read to go?"
"Yea man. I've been ready to go for like an hour."
"What time is it?"
"I dunno, like 10:15 or some such thing," Nathen said shrugging.
"Oh." Hyland muttered grabbing his skateboard from the kitchen floor where they now stood. Nathen did likewise. Then they left, slamming the front door behind them, skateboardings hitting the ground as they rode towards the school.

You made it.
You played it.
Your s**t is overrated!

.:Nathen Shepherd:.

Hear the sound of the falling rain,
Coming down like an Armageddon flame.
The shame, the ones who died without a name.

Nathen rolled over, grumbling something in his sleep. The he rolled off his bed, popping to his feet in a fighting position, fists raised. "Whoa!" He took in his room with one sweeping gaze. "Oh," he mumbled, relaxing his muscles. His cell phone read; 9:31 AM.. He snapped it shut again and walked casually to his dresser.

He pulled out a black element t-shirt, some ripped loose fitting jeans, and a bright blue circa hoodie. He grabbed his skateboard which was propped against his bed, quickly slipping on his element board shoes.

He sat on his bed idly listening to his iPod. At 10:10 he crept out of his room, shutting his iPod off, skateboard under his arm. He saw Hyland exiting his room, and Hyland was looking extremly tired. "Rah!" Nathen jumped at Hyland, a wild glint in his eyes. He laughed as Hyland jolted backwards, nearly hitting the wall with his head. "That was funny."

Soon they were skaeboarding towards the school, Hyland had broguht his backpack for once. Nathen was carrying nothing and doing ollies and kickflips off the curb absently.

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies.
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives,
On holiday.

[Kryptonite]

Alison sighed again, and tried to look at Phys Ed class as a good thing. Excercise was good, right?
Well, she had her own preffered sports to work out with. Not that she needed to lose weight, since she was naturally skinny. Sometimes she wished she had one of those tan, curvy model bodies, compared to her thin, pale, lean body. But right now she just wished she had an excuse to skip class. She wasn't usually the hardcore kind to skip or even think about skipping, but she was really considering it, since she had little to lose.
The coach called for two lines to start a dribbling drill. Alison groaned and formed a line with the people without a soccer ball, and began the drill, praying that nobody "accidentally" stuck out their foot in front of her, and hoping the bell would mirically ring early and dismiss them for lunch.

[~Nevergrowup~]

Skye watched as they did the exercises. She was glad she didnt need to do that...yet. But still she wouldnt mind. Soon the drill was over and she was glad she could do something. Except it was just more pointless drills that helped Skyein no way. Finally the coach stopped them and made teams. She was going to be on the blue team and had to get a pinnie. She walked outside after a few other students to the soccer feild. She took center by simply standing there before someone could get there. She watched asthe rest of the team came to the feild.

Jared walked out to the feild and saw that Skye person in HIS spot. He walked over to her and said,"This is my position." His eyes grew cold. "Well then why am I standing here?" Skye answered back. She gave him an innocent look. He folded his arms and said,"I dont know...why are you?" A grin played on his lips. She responded,"Because...someone wasnt fast enough." His grin disappeared. He mumbled,"We'll see." He walked back and took stopper. He mumbled something else to himself and stood still. He could live being defense for today. After all, Offense wins the game...defense wins the tornament.

[seeker,]

Jayla sighed and wents over to where teh soccerballs were, She grabbed one quickly before she had to fight for it and walked over to the coaches side of the gym. She tossed up the ball on her own and hit it up with her knee and then ducked her head so she could allow it to bounce off it again before catching it to allow it to rest safely in her arms. She looked around, her eye's still heavily lined with her misty black eyeliner and smoky grey eyeshadow. She looked around as the coach put her on the blue team, slipping a penni over her shirt. She sighed and walked to the field, standing off to the side, inwardly jumping up and down.

[•Bliss•]

Dropping out guys; I cant keep up.

Same with me, I'm going to quit.

[shutterbuggie]

David

David watched the little brawl between his best friend and some girl and he guess that Jared wasn't too happy about it, because eventually his friend took position next to him as defense, when Jared was an offensive player, "What happened? Your playing defense, that girl say something?" he asked.

[seeker,]

Jayla stared aroudn the field, getting impatient. she sighed and spoke loudly, "Are we gonna play or just stand around like idiots?!" This was one of her rare outbursts. She shook her head and then waited for someone to start the game.