Jordan High | An Artistic Teen RP [ACCEPTING]

[Hipster<3]

"I've been dancing for... Well, forever," she answered. "The dance classes do look pretty prestigious," Delilah continued, starting to pull her hair up into a bun. "But anyways, so you run. I'm not much of a runner," she stated quietly after putting her hair up. Delilah looked down at her feet, laughing at the thought of her joining a track team. Even though she was good at dancing, so could not run, not even if her life depended on it. "So- ahh- Tell me about your band," she suggested. Delilah was never good with anything that involved music, except the obvious dancing part of music, but she was interested in hearing what he would say about his band.

[britneyrox]

"Actually, one of my teachers once told me that a drummer is like a dancer, moving all four limbs to the rhythm of the music. Well, it's look quite ridiculous without a kit, but you get what I'm saying." He flashed his crooked smile. "Anyways, we're actually a metal band, we're not all that good but-"
A girl across the hallway who was clearly struggling to open her locker caught his attention. He set the bag on the ground and took out his phone, looking for a text as he continued.
"Well, we play around here sometimes. Small shows, nothing big. It's just me and two other guys... Is this your stop?" he asked as he gestured towards the door beside where they were stopped.

[Hipster<3]

Delilah turns around looks at the room. "Yeah, this is it," she said. "'Thanks for carrying the bag for me," Delilah held out her hand, gesturing that she could take her bag from him. "And your teacher- the one you were just talking about- must have been very smart," she insisted, admiring the first statement.

[britneyrox]

"Yeah, I guess so. I could never do anything like you guys do though." He pulled his phone from his pocket and checked it one more time. "I guess I have class soon and should get going." He handed Delilah her bag and smiled. "It was nice to meet you, maybe I'll see you around sometime... was it Dahlia?" He shoved his phone back into his pocket as he tried to remember.

[Nawratus]

Tyler stopped tugging on the locker and sighed. She put down her jacket that she was carrying, and cracked her knuckles. "Ouvrez votre casier stupide!" the girl spoke, sadly it was in french. Tyler was still learning english, and it was a bit hard for her. The girl started to pound, and punch her locker, trying to see if anything would work. Nothing did. "Je deteste cette ecole..." she murmured, once again in french. "I really need to learn more english..." the girl sighed and sat down on the ground. She grabbed her jacket and held it tightly in her hands before looking around her. There were still a few people walking around, but only a few.

[Hipster<3]

Delilah slung her bag over her shoulder, bending over a bit from the weight. "Close. It's Delilah," she corrected with the slightest smile. "Well, see you later," and with that, Delilah opened the door to dance room and headed inside.

[britneyrox]

Delilah. Come on, it's not that difficult to remember. Ezra shook his head at himself and turned to leave for his next class. He noticed the girl from earlier and stopped to examine her for a moment. She was sitting a on the ground, a cute red head who appeared to be in distress. He reached up to mess with his hair, still looking at her, wondering if she could see him from where she sat down the hall.

[britneyrox]

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