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

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{{OOC: wunderkid, I just now noticed that you added another character to your first post. xP I'm unsure as to how long he's been there, so I apologize for the wait. Adam has been accepted; I'll add him to the front :] }}

Luca pulled his hand away from his face, lopsided grin still stretched across his cheeks. He let out a laugh, nodding slowly. He laughed, stretching the muscles on his face to try and ease some of the pain. "I'm fine," he said. "Now I can cross 'get hit in the face with a soccer ball' off of my bucket list." He glanced over at Melody, smirking playfully when he saw her expression. He couldn't help it- he laughed again.

Melody slowly recovered from her shock, and walked over to Rory and Luca. "I am so sor-" she started, but stopped when the two of them laughed at her. "Nevermind," she said sarcastically. "I'm not sorry at all. I would gladly do it again." She winked to let them know that she was just joking, but said nothing more. She glanced over her shoulder at their guitars, relaxing slightly when she saw that they were still unharmed.

[Banter.]

Rory's mouth twisted into a small frown, not quite believing Luca. She looked to Melody from Luca, not knowing what to say. She didn't really get the humor between the two. She rubbed the back of her neck. The heat was starting to get to her. She wished she had remembered to bring her backpack, and she scolded herself for being so stupid. She followed Melody's gaze over to the pair of guitars, and then looked back over at Luca. "I suppose this soccer game is over?" She said, making it sound like a question, "I don't think we want you to get anymore boo-boos." She looked over at Melody, grinning.

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{{OOC: Will respond in a bit. ;] I'll be back after lunch.}}

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"I'm alright, really and truly. Nothing's broken, though I will probably have a whopper of a bruise in a few hours," Luca assured, noticing Rory's small frown. "And, if you guys are up for it, I'm perfectly prepared for another game. Unless you would like to get to your guitar playing," he said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black cargo shorts. He rolled the ball under his foot, leaning on it slightly.

Melody looked to Rory and shrugged, both to her unasked question and Luca's statement. "Doesn't matter to me. It's up to you. Personally, I am up for either option." She cracked her knuckles out of habit, not even wincing at the loud pops.

[broken*]

(also, could you change Haley's age on the front page to 17, and her crush to Open?? Thanks!)

|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,
|Group Associated With| Goth/Punk/Emo yet also a Jock at the same time.
|Grade(9-12))| 12th
|Other|

[valar morghulis]

{{ Recap? =] I'll try and get a post up soon }}

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{{OOC: Sure thing! :] And Tristan is accepted; I'll add him to the front.
Um, there's a few new characters, most people are just getting set up with schedules and rooms. Rory, Melody, and Luca are outside playing soccer, classes won't start for a little while. And that's about it.}}

Avery sighed, pulling the sleeves back down over her wrists. She surveyed her room, deciding that she needed to walk around a bit. She rubbed her goose bump covered legs in preparation for her venture out into the spray paint scented, freezing hallway. She snatched up her small, black messenger bag, checking to make sure that her notebook and gel pens were stored safely inside. She swung it over her shoulder as she stood and left the room, the door clicking shut softly behind her. She headed out to the front lobby, and then to the green lawn beyond.

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Haley rode her motorcycle to her new boarding school. She parked it underneath a large tree on the outskirts of one of the fields and jumped off, slinging her green and blue splattered backpack onto her back. She had two matching suitcases, one larger then the other, in each hand. She began to walk confidently towars school, head held defiantly, radiating strength and beauty. She was wearing camo skinny jeans (http://allwomenstalk.com/wp-content/upl ... -jeans.jpg) Black buckled boots (http://www.wxyon.com/img/shoes/women/aa ... lack/g.jpg) a black shirt (http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.181465327.jpg) and a camo vest http://www.hipsterchic.com/wp-content/u ... ki_hat.jpg

Tristan drove to his new school in his red convertable ferarri
(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHE8C0wdXCQ/S ... r_w800.jpg), it's top down. He parked his car in the parking lot and slaughtered towards the building, backpack (http://www.surfboardsetc.com/images/pro ... 111302.jpg) on his back, a a matchig suitcase in one hand and heavy duffle bag in the other. He looked around, eyes blank of emotion, as he walked in the large doors.

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((OOC: I kinda don't know what to do with my charries. XD I sorta tried to leave it off where anyone else's characters could come in. I'm busy and I have to leave soon to go to Tae Kwon Do and youth group, other than that, I would've tried to get another post up. =P))

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Avery, lost in thought over her newest story, slammed into a guy walking into the school as she was walking out. "S-s-sorry," she stammered softly, tugging at the sleeves of her hoodie self consciously. God, I'm such a clutz, she thought bitterly, tucking a strand of pale pink hair behind her ear. She kept staring at the sky blue low-top Converse on her feet, as if they were the most interesting thing in the world, as she moved aside to make her way around the guy.

{{OOC: There are quite a few characters walking around, I guess, so I don't know. You could have them come join Melody, Rory, and Luca, if you wanted.}}