.:st ursula's school for the exceptional:. Can you escape?

[Banter.]

Rory coughed as the smell of spray paint filled the hallway. She quickly walked through the hallway, but then stopped as she saw the number on one of the doors. She checked the number on her paper and found that they matched up. She opened the door and dumped her stuff inside before wandering back into the hallway. It still smelled like paint. She peered into the room that was next to her's. The door was open and it seemed that the smell was wafting from inside. She put her hand over her mouth and nose. The smell was burning in the back of her throat. She jumped back as a red-haired girl appeared and started to walk down the hallway. Rory stared after the girl, a small smile on her face, for a moment before returning to her room. She put her many articles of clothing away and then eyed the plain walls with a frown. They would need some work. For starters, she taped a few pictures of her close friends and some of her favorite bands above her bed. It would have to do for now. She laid out her makeup, jewelry, and a few other random objects on a dresser. She carefully set her guitar in a corner, promising to find it a better home later. After all of her stuff was unpacked, she flopped down on the bed. She stared out into the hallway through her open door, wondering if she'd make friends here.

[Hello.Kittay]

|Name|
Eli Robbins
|Nickname|
Eli
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Male
|Birthday|
July 6
|Nationality|
He is also from New Mexico
|Personality|
Eli is a very easy going, laid back guy. He is very calm and doesn't really make a big deal of things. However, at times he can be wild. He likes to goof off and have fun. A bad part of his personality is how he can freak out over anything. Sometimes, it is something big but other times its small. This isn't usual for him, but when it happens, its bad. Another big part of his personality is how big of a flirt he is. Most of the time, he can't even tell when hes flirting with someone. Its as if he flirts in his sleep. To conclude, he is a player.
|Likes and Dislikes|
Likes:
- Girls. Hahaha.
- Sports. He plays pretty much any type.
- Playing his guitar. He doesn't tell many people, but he loves it. He is also very talented with it.
Dislikes:
- When other guys go out with a girl he likes
- Losing. If he looses anything, he freaks out. It could be a game or a girl dumping him. He hates it.
- When people don't agree with him or take his side.
|Habits/Hobbies|
He has a habit of flirting, which was mentioned before. He also has a habit of humming and tapping his fingers or pens to make a beat. His hobbies are sports mostly.
|History|
Eli had a fairly ordinary childhood. He was into sports since he was a young boy. His father always pushed him as hard as he could. He was also the coach of most of Eli's teams as a child. This made Eli think that he always had to be best and give 110%. But when his grades started falling becuase of his sports, his parents were very upset. He felt like he couldn't win. It was too difficult to balance the two out.
|Crush|
None yet. But pretty much, any girl.
|Boyfriend/Girlfriend|
Definately looking XD
|Group Associated With|
Jocks but hes nice.
|Grade(9-12))|
10
|Other|
Will edit. Reminder: I'm bad at RPing guys. But it should be easy to play a self centered jock XD

[Hello.Kittay]

Echo
Echo walked through a hallway, running her hands along the wall. She looked both ways, having no clue where to go. It seemed like most people were going to the main office. She guessed it was to get their dorms or schedules or something of that sort. She sighed, fixing her bags so that the weight wouldn't weigh her completely to the door.
It took a few minutes, but eventually she found the main office. She walked in and dropped her bags on the floor. She knew that she probably wasn't supposed to but she would pick them up in a minute. She went up to the grumpy-looking woman at the desk. There were people in chairs which she didn't understand. Couldn't they just go and get their schedules? She looked at the woman and said, "Echo Errz. Schedule please." She gave her best, fake smile.
The woman gave her an annoyed look but Echo just rolled her eyes. The woman looked through the files as Echo tapped her fingers impatiently on the desk. The woman looked up and gave her a don't-mess-with-me look. Echo let out a slight snicker and looked away. The woman dropped the piece of paper on the desk, with no expression on her face. Echo grabbed it, not bothering to say thank you. She picked up her bags and walked out. When she was halfway out the door, Echo turned around and stuck out her tongue at the woman. In a way, she hoped that she would see but she also didn't want to get detention before school even started.
"Now to find my dorm." She said, out loud, which was followed by a sigh.

[иιиjα]

Melody stopped when she heard another pair of footsteps and spun on her heel, quickly retreating down the hall. She inhaled the smell of paint with a smile, having always loved the scent. She watched a door next to hers close. She knocked softly on the door- it might be good to make a few new friends. She rolled her shoulders to release some of the tension as she switched her guitar to her opposite shoulder as she waited for the door to reopen.

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Avery hurried into her dorm room, the smell of paint swirling in her nostrils. She quickly shut the door behind her, glad that the scent in her end of the hall was less extreme. She surveyed her room, slightly happy with it's plainness, and began to unpack.

{{OOC: Blah. Too short, but I can't think of anything else to write. Don't know what to do with Luca either.
Eli will be accepted and added when his history is complete. xD}}

[Banter.]

Rory groaned loudly as she heard a knock on her door. She didn't get up for a few minutes, feeling tempted to just roll over and go to sleep. She heaved herself up with a sigh and padded over to the door. She cracked it open and peered outside. The red-headed girl, her neighbor, was standing just outside her door. "Uhh, hello," Rory greeted, her voice quiet and soft as always. She eyed the girl and swung the door open the rest of the way, wondering what she could possibly want. She noticed the guitar slung over the girl's shoulder and she grinned, happy to be neighboring another musician. Now Rory wouldn't worry that she would disturb the nearest room with her playing because the person had a guitar themselves.

((Rory might like Luca...Possibly ^_^))

[иιиjα]

"Hi there!" Melody replied cheerfully, quickly recovering from her surprise at the suddenly open door. Truth be told, she had almost walked away because she didn't think there would be an answer. She silently chided herself. "I'm Melody." She shifted her shoulder subtly, adjusting the position of her absurdly large guitar case. "I was just headed outside and thought I'd drop by and introduce myself, since we'll be neighbors for a few years." Briefly she wondered if she was being to outgoing or overbearing, but she decided to not worry about it. if it was too much for this girl, she would apologize and go on with her life. Silently, though, she hoped that she could start the year with at least one friend.

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Luca headed out to the main lobby, soccer ball under his arm. He had finally located his room and gotten set up, and was ready to relax a bit. He had noticed a soccer field to the side of the building, and was glad for the available net and practice room. Sure, it'd be hard to play soccer with only one person, but at least he could kick a ball around- something he was familiar and comfortable with.

{{OOC: >.> Well then, here comes Luca. xD}}

[Banter.]

Rory eyed the girl once more. "My name is Rory Smith-Ramirez. It's nice to meet you Melody," She said quietly, smiling, "I hope we'll get along well as long as we're here." She grinned, hoping that she could make a friend. It would be nice to have a friend, maybe take her mind off of Mexico. She leaned against the door frame idly, suddenly wondering where Melody was from. She hoped that she would remember to ask sometime later. "What are you going outside for?" Rory asked. She hoped she didn't sound too nosy....She just wanted to know what there was to do around here.

[иιиjα]

"I was headed out to play guitar, in the hopes that no one in here decided to be offended, or something," Melody replied easily, snorting at the thought of someone being offended by guitar playing. "Either that, or try and find someone with a ball to kick around out in the field to the side of the school. You know, just get to know some people." She shrugged nonchalantly, like she did this every day. Of course, it was Melody, so she probably did. "You're welcome to join me, if you'd like."

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Luca tossed the ball on the ground in front of him, smiling at the warm air that rushed around him. He started off slow, dribbling the ball forward and backward, walking up and down the field. Then he sped up, his pace quickly becoming a run as he imagined himself in the game. He headed straight for the goal, aimed, kicked, shot, and

Almost hit the principal of the school in the face. He smiled sheepishly, waving in amends. "Sorry!" he called out, studying the middle aged woman known as Ursula Major.

She smiled slowly, as if it was a challenge to get the smile to come naturally to his face. Then she turned and retreated behind the building, leaving a confused Luca behind.

[Banter.]

Rory's smile stretched even farther across her face. Soccer and guitar....Two of her favorite things. It already seemed that Rory and Melody had a lot in common. "I'd be glad to join you, but hang on a second," Rory muttered before retreating back into her room. She grabbed her guitar from its corner and slung it onto her back. "Got it," She said and gave Melody a smile.

[иιиjα]

Melody grinned broadly when Rory returned with a guitar. "Sweet!" she said, excitement growing in her like a plant grows before your eyes when using time-lapse filming. She was extremely grateful that at least one of her neighbors wasn't one of those prissy, rich, stuck up, bratty girls who would just as soon turn around and talk about you behind your back. She and Rory actually had quite a bit in common. She switched her guitar to her right shoulder and turned to head down the hallway, itching to get outside and out of the cold air conditioning- out to where it made sense to be wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

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Luca retrieved the ball from the net, wondering why the principal would have been standing in front of it in the first place. He tried to look around the corner to see where she'd gone, but saw nothing- not even a trace of her existence. He frowned, jogging back to the center of the field with the ball at his feet and a million questions in his head.

Ah well, he thought, turning back to face the goal once more. My questions will have to wait. For now, I'm going to play.

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Avery flopped down face first on her bed, not even caring what she looked like. It was so exhausting- this new school business. She turned onto her back to stare at the ceiling. Suddenly, she had the urge to examine her wrists, where her past was written in straight, pale red lines up and down her forearms. She pushed her sleeves up and studied her arms, lost in thoughts and memories.