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

[Hello.Kittay]

[ Editted Eli's form. I guess I'll start RPing him <3 ]
Echo
Echo finally found her dorm. It was a shame though, she didn't even want to stay in her dorm. She dropped her three duffell bags and two purses. She was too lazy to even unpack yet. Then she walked over to her mirror. She made sure her makeup wasn't smeared and that she looked pretty. She straightened out her shorts. She threw a thin sweatshirt over her tank top and grabbed her sunglasses from inside of one of her purses. She put them on and walked back into the hallway. She found a door leading to the outside fields. Echo walked outside and found a bench. She sat down and took out her sketch pad. She began drawing what it looked like outside.

Eli
After receiving his schedule from the grumpy lady in the main office, Eli began searching for his dorm. It took a few minutes, but he found it. He unlocked the door and quickly shut it behind him. He took the guitar off of his shoulder with its case around it and let it lean against the wall. He then dropped the rest of his bags on top of his new bed. He sighed, feeling the weight being dropped from his arms. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do yet but he had a slight idea. He walked over to one of his bags that held all of his sports equitment. He took out his lucky basketball that he had had since he was in elementary school. Then he left the dorm, locking it behind him. He walked outside, hoping this place had a basketball court.

[Banter.]

Rory followed after Melody, her head filling with questions. She wondered how well Melody could play, but she didn't dare ask. She walked through the hallways, idly tracing the stitches in the leather of her guitar strap with her finger. "So, where are you from?" Rory asked, feeling like it was a nice time to bring up the question since she had nothing else to talk about. Rory looked down at her hands. Her nails were painted black, but the paint was chipping off of the ends where she had chewed the nail off. She sighed quietly and looked back over at Melody, hoping that the girl knew where to go.

[Adelle]

(OOC: I don't have time to make a male charrie yet, but I'll try when I have time. =P Right now I'll do a quick intro. EDIT: I managed to make up a quick base for Jesse, so I'll probably add some more details later. I'm too tired to do anything amazing tonight. XD I added him to my first post.))

BIC:

"Scar, why do you always have to pack so much stuff?" Daphne asked, trying to juggle her own duffel bag and small suitcase while lugging around Scarlette's even larger suitcase.
She wasn't exactly annoyed, but not happy. The fact that she had to carry her own heavy bags along with carrying around Scarlette's didn't make her pleased. But she ignored it and just wanted to get to their dorm.
When her sister didn't answer, she heaved a sigh and blew up at her bangs, trying to get them out of her face without dropping everything. "So where's the room? Can you at least tell me that?" Daphne asked again.
Now she was a little annoyed. She hadn't slept well last night.
"Uhhhh... 81, I think?" Scarlette tried to figure out, turning the piece of paper around and cocking her head slightly.
"Just give me that." Daphne tried to suppress a sigh and dropped everything she was holding. "Dork, it's 18." She rolled her eyes slightly and grabbed her duffel and suitcase. "C'mon, lets actually get there tonight." Daphne said in a mock cheery voice as she headed towards their dorm, also leaving Scarlette's suitcase.
Scarlette gave a sheepish smile and scratched the back of her head, feeling a little stupid. "Yo! Wait for me!" Scarlette exclaimed after a moment whens he realized her sister left her in the hall.
She then grabbed all her things and ran after Daphne, who was walking surprisingly fast. "Wait for me!" Scarlette called again.

~Ten Minutes Later~

"Daffy, stop throwing your crap around." Scarlette scolded. "I want things to at least be somewhat neat the firs-." She cut herself off trying to find her phone underneath all her clothes.
"Look who's talking. You can't even find your own stuff under your own stuff." Daphne laughed as she put away the last of her clothes in the dresser. "Want me to help you, Scar?" She asked mockingly and started to sort through the clothes.
After five minutes they were finally done.
"Okay, so I'm hungry. I'm going to go find food." Daphne said flatly. "Wanna come?"
"Sure, that'd be great." Scarlette sighed in reply as she managed to fit all her clothes into the dresser. "I skipped breakfast so I'm starved."
"Idiot, never skip breakfast. Most important meal of the day!" Daphne exclaimed as she burst out of their dorm door and into the hallway.
"Watch out!" Scarlette squeaked when Daphne barely missed slamming into a person.

(OOC; Yeah, I'm kinda rusty. =P)

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|Name| Haley Sharp (Pronounced Hay-lee)
|Nickname| Hays (Only friends can call her this)
|Age| 17
|Gender| Female
|Birthday| December 10, 1992
|Nationality| Haley is from Paris, France though when she was 15 her family moved to Britain so she has a slight british accent.
|Personality| She is very outgoing and has spunk. If she wants something she goes for it, and she is not afraid of fighting, death, or bloodshed. She knows her looks are completely unique, that noone else looks like her, but she does not flaunt this. She excepts it and is proud of it, period. She can be very sweet and loving once you get to know her, but she can also had an attitude at times. She normally does what she's told, but can have a tendency to talk back if she doesn't like what she's told to do. She can be hotheaded but is a passionate love. She can be a total flirt and gets what she wants.
|Likes and Dislikes|
Like - She loves neon colors, along with black and white, so most everything she owns is one of the 3. Her favorite colors are Lime green and Peacock blue. She loves art and is very good at it, along with music. She doesn't know how she could live without music, for multiple reasons, along with she writes song lyrics and music to let out her feelings. Also, she loves animals with all her heart, she has a very strong compassion towards animals, and if she sees someone hurting/abusing one, prepare to get the fight-of-your-life.
Dislike - She Does Not like girly-girls, or anyone who is afraid/doesn't like to get down and dirty.
|Habits/Hobbies|
Habits - She has the habit of chewing on her lip when she's nervous or deep in thought.
Hobbies - Her main hobbies are drawing, sketching, etc that has to do with art as well as writing lyrics, writing music, etc that has to do with songs. She can be often found playing guitar and singing one of the songs that she wrote. She also loves horsebackriding and is great at soccer.
|History| She was born in Paris, France and lived there happily for 15 years. She was born to a rich family and got just ab out everything she ever wanted/asked for. She had beautiful blonde hair but she constantly was playing with it, streaking it with this color then that. She was very popular and the girl that everyone looked up to. But, on her 15th birthday her parents announced that they were moving to England, Britain. Haley was devastated and thats when she turned completely emo. Her hair stayed black and blonde, she got a piercing on her lip, and 3 in each ear. She was called "emo" "goth" "scene" at her new school, never accepted by anyone. She had absalutely no friends, no one liked her. Then her family announced that they were sending her here for her final year of school before college, hoping it would "Change her attitude."
|Crush| None, Impress Her
|Boyfriend/Girlfriend| None, Open, Impress Her
|Group Associated With| Punk/Goth/Scene/Emo
|Grade(9-12))| 12
|Other|She has a peacock blue Itouch with matching white and blue colored earbuds that are skullcandy brand. She brings it with her everywhere, it has music, games, internet, etc. But she's never beem caught using it/with it .

|Name| Tristan Boone
|Nickname| Tris (Friends only can call him this)
|Age| 19
|Gender| Male
|Birthday| March 29, 1991
|Nationality| Born and raised in Ontario Canada, though visited relatives in the U.S.A often.
|Personality| Personality: Very hard to explain. He is quiet sometimes and keeps to himself, though he does listen in to others conversations quite often. He loves sports, from football to baseball to soccer. He works out often, having a home gym in his house, and has good muscles. Because this is a boarding school, he brought along alot of his weights and such in a large duffel bag. He can be very outgoing and would do anything for his friends if you gain his trust/friendship. He plays the electric guitar, acoustic guitar and drums. He can appear menacing, with his deep voice, but he usually isn't. He is a ladies' man, and can be quite a flirt.
|Likes and Dislikes|
Likes - Playing his guitar and drums. Playing Sports. At times being alone, just sitting somewhere in utter peace and silence, watching and listening to the beauty of nature. Also, is very skilled at martial arts.
Dislikes - He can't stand stuck-up, rich people who look down on everyone else. He hates it when someone picks on his friends, or on anyone for that matter.
|Habits/Hobbies|
Habits - If he really likes someone he tends to stutter often, constantly at a loss for words.
Hobbies - He plays the electric guitar and drums. He enjoys playing any type of sport, from soccer to football to baseball. He works out at least twice a day
|History| Tristan was raised in a somewhat wealthy family, one that was able to offer him everything he wanted. But the thing was, he just wanted to be normal, not spoiled the way his parents spoiled him. He preferred to be alone more often then not, caring about the little things more then the big picture, which is the exact opposite of his parents. When his mother died in a car crash when he was 14, he was sad but not as devestated as most thought he should be, since he was never very close to her. His father, on the other hand, was completely devestated and rarely talked to anyone anymore. Finally, just a week before Tristan left home to come to this school, his father had commited suicide and killed himself.
|Crush| None, Impress Him
|Boyfriend/Girlfriend| None, Open, Impress Him
|Group Associated With| Goth/Punk/Emo yet also a Jock at the same time.
|Grade(9-12))| 12th
|Other|

[иιиjα]

{{OOC: Hayley(KDK) is accepted, as are Eli(RRGA) and Jesse(Adelle). I'll add all of them to the front list. :]
I do, however, have one request Kale_dragon_keeper- could you possibly type in a slightly darker font- that particular color is a challenge for me to read. And I just noticed that Hayley has no last name. She needs a last name before I can add her, if you don't mind. :]
Adelle; that's alright, I haven't roleplayed in forever either. I was gone for a while, almost a year and a half, and the other day I was like, "Hey, I miss roleplaying" So here I am. xP}}

Melody hurried down the hall way, her excitement barely contained. She hadn't been able to play her guitar in ages, being that airplanes and cab drivers are not fans of any music, whatsoever, no matter how good it was. And Melody didn't want to brag, but she was good. With both singing and guitar. And art, but that's another story.

Her brain just barely registered Rory's question over her excitement. "I'm from London, England. How about you?," she say, her voice containing just the slightest hint of longing and sadness, barely dectectable amidst her cheery default. "Over this way," she motioned to the left side of the school once they were out in the fresh, warm summer air.

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Luca shot the ball into the goal, not missing a single shot. He dribbled up and down the field, sweat pouring off his face and soaking his hair and white t-shirt. He was kind of happy that no one was around, though he wouldn't have minded having someone to play with. Focusing once more on the ball and field in front of him, he moved to aim once more.

[Banter.]

((I'm going to change Rory's surname to Shaw-Ramirez x3 I'm making a male character right now, so my posts will probably be really slow.))

Rory's yale blue eyes traveled over to Melody's face as she answered. London, huh? That wasn't very far from Crawley at all. "I'm originally from Crawley," She replied, "About 30 miles from London, if you didn't know. I moved to Mexico when I was fourteen, hence the accent." She smiled to herself. As she stepped outside into the summer heat, she rolled her shoulders. She wasn't a fan of heat, though she was thankfully wearing shorts and a couple tank tops. "What's over here?" She asked, turning to the left like Melody had motioned. She could spot several people lingering around different areas. "This school is really nice," She thought, "But I still can't believe that Mom shipped me here. I loved Mexico..."

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{{OOC: Okay. :] }}

"Wow, that's pretty cool. This is the first time I've been out of England. You'd think, living in Europe all these years, that I would have gotten to visit all sorts of places, but London pretty much was my limit," she murmured in response, wondering how her father was. She would call him, but her cell phone was now in the bottom of a drawer in her room. "This is where the soccer fields are," she said, motioning to where a single guy was kicking a ball around. "Though I would enjoy playing guitar right now, I am also in the mood to run, so I figured we'd check and see if anyone was out here first. That okay with you?" She paused, not wanting to alert the guy to their presence until she was sure that Rory was okay with this.

[Banter.]

Rory looked over at Melody in surprise. "Really? That's a shame....Europe is so beautiful, and there's a history behind everything," She said, sounding almost dreamy. Her eyes followed Melody's gesture to the field. She eyed it and the lone soccer player. She shrugged slightly. "Fine with me," She mumbled. She wandered over to the soccer field and looked over at Melody, wondering where to put her guitar. She couldn't just leave it anywhere. It was her prize possession, and if anyone ever tried to steal it, who knows what Rory would do to them. She looked at the guy, wondering if he was friendly or not. Guess she would find out, but she didn't want to talk to him first.

[Adelle]

(OOC: Last time I role played was about October-ish and I've been busy as of late, so yeah. I thought it'd be nice to start role playing again. =) One final post before I go to bed. XD)

BIC: Jesse heaved a sigh as he returned a final wave to his family as they drove away. He didn't exactly want to go, but he wanted to make his mom happy, so he finally agreed to go to the school. And now he was feeling very lonely and nervous. The school was huge and well, looked menacing and unfriendly.
He heaved another sigh as he adjusted the strap on his single duffel bag and headed towards the entrance. Man, did this place freak him out. Everything about it seemed creepy and he didn't have a good feeling about it, but he trooped on into the main office and to the front desk.
"Name please?" The secretary asked when he got to the desk.
"Bennet." Jesse replied quietly.
"I'm sorry sir, please repeat that."
"Jesse Aaron Bennet." He said a little louder this time.
"Welcome to the school, Mister Bennet, your room number is 29." She smiled at him and handed him a piece of paper with some information on it.
"Thanks." Jesse mumbled as he grabbed the paper.
Heading towards the dorm, he took his time to absorb his surroundings. His blue eyes widened, trying to take everything in and he stared in awe at the building. Other than school, Jesse didn't get out much due to having to take care of his younger siblings. "Now where am I?" He asked himself after a couple minutes of exploring.
One thing about Jesse, he had a terrible sense of direction and had no absolute clue as to where he was. And being his shy self, he didn't want to ask anybody and did he even bother to grab a map on the way in? Of course not.
He mentally face palmed himself at the thought and sighed. Today was just not one of those days for him. He was sick to his stomach and as silly as it was, missed his sibling's bickering. "Guess I'll just wander 'round till I find my room..."

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Melody smiled, glancing quickly around for a safe place to place her guitar. She noticed a small, park type bench near the side of the school, but still in perfect, unobstructed view of the soccer field. She gently leaned her guitar against the bench, fingers lingering on it for a moment. She didn't want it to get broken, and she was itching to play, but she really needed to work off some of her excess...stress, if you will. She left it there, and then turned around to call out to the guy. "Hey!" she shouted, smiling quickly as he looked up from his game. She offered a small wave, walking swiftly over. "Looks like you could use a few more players," she said with a wink. "I'm Melody."

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Luca looked up from his game to the two girls who joined him on the field. He grinned a lopsided smile, glad to have some other soccer players here. "I definately could," he replied to the scarlet haired girl, Melody. He turned to look at the dark haired girl, bowing to her. "I am Luca. And may I inquire as to who you are?" He huffs quickly, blowing his bangs from his face, but not once looking away from the other girl. "You can set your guitar down there, if you'd like," he said, motionin towards the bench where Melody had left hers. "I'll make sure nothing happens to it."