Brightman High~Teenage Roleplay~Open

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l o g a n. || . .
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned??

x. Mood; meh.

x. crush; Cooper.

Logan glared moodily outside the car window as it drove past the dreary Loch. Closer, and closer to the school. It was foggy that day, and dew settled on the grass, cold wind rippling the dark water. He bid his dad a quick, falsley cheerful goodbye, grabbing his suitcases from the backseat and walking towards Stuart, one in each hand. His eyes were narrowed. It was his second to last year, and he couldn't wait to get out of this place. His last few years here were not good, you could say, and the people he was forced to room with were not very clean. Some were creepy, and some he swore would grow up to be murderers, or so he thought. Looking around at the familiar dark black and brown interior of Stuart, he almost smiled at the silence.
The blue eyed boy made his way up a flight of stairs, shouldering the door open to a random door he came to. He was about to walk over and settle his belongings down on one of the beds, before looking up. He tried not to glare, he tried his hardest, but thats what it had come to. "Oh, of all the doors I open, I have to open it to you?" It was obvious he hadn't meant it in a mean way at all, just annoyed. Cooper and Logan had this sort of relationship, where there alternate personalities bounced off eachother, arrogance mixed with haughtiness. He shook his head, suppressing a sigh. At least Cooper would be better than anyone else. "Mind if I dorm with you, Anderson?" He raised his eyebrows, nudging the door closed and setting his luggage down, daring the other boy to say no.

j a s p e r. || . .
life's too short to even care at all..
I'm losing my mind, losing my mind
losing control
these fishes in the sea
they're staring at me
a wet world aches for a beat of a drum
if I could find a way to see this straight
i'd run away

x. Mood; happy

x. crush; None yet.

Jasper couldn't help but fall onto the couch in the commons as soon as he entered Hanover. The calm colors, and beautiful interior calmed him greatly, and he was tired from the long trip. He lived pretty far from this school, but anything to get away from his dad. He hated summer, school was his sanctuary. Though he hated classes. The whole set up almost reminded him of Harry Potter. Who would want to live with the Dursleys anyway? I mean, he almost felt bad for Dudley. His name, and his last name. But he was a jerk... "Oh great, I'm rambling in my mind again." He murmured to himself, chuckling quietly. Hazel eyes sparkling in the lowlight, he tugged his duffle bag up over his shoulder, making a slow assent up the stairwell. He was in no rush. There were enough dorms, and Hanover was one of the Houses that actually housed the least people.
Pushing open one of the last doors he came to, he smiled. He needed a walk in the morning, one of his most frequent phrases was 'morning is evil,' and he needed some time to wake. Tossing the bag on one of the beds, and flopping on the bed after it. His eyes fluttered shut, and he inhaled. It smelled like home. Real home. He loved Brightman Academy, if he hadn't said so before. Stretching his arms above his head, he tossed a pillow at the door to close it, far to lazy to stand up.

{In all honesty I could not think. x3}

[rheia]

Иαмɛ: Cooper John Anderson
Ѧσσ∂: Half-amused, half-annoyed
Ɔʋяяɛитℓʏ: Being snarky
Ɔяʋƨн: No one

Ƨтαʏ вɛαʋтιғʋℓ;Ƙɛɛρ ιт ʋɢℓʏ
~ Ǥɛяαя∂ Ɯαʏ
~~~~~~~~

"Oh suck it up, Elliot." Cooper retorted without even glancing at the door. "You've only been talking for the past two seconds and you're already doing my head in. You can either shut your mouth, or get out. I don't think I can deal with your nails-on-chalkboard voice right now." The boy cast a glare over his shoulder, taking in his appearance. "If you're staying in here, you can do as I say." He huffed, trying to look reluctant about letting him stay. Better him than someone I hate though, right? "Rule number one; you don't talk to me unless I start the conversation, or unless I'm in a good mood. Rule number two; if you can't sing well, I will hurt you if you dare attack my ears with screeching. Deal? Good. Now shush, and leave me to wallow in my own self pity."

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l o g a n. || . .
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned??

x. Mood; annoyed.

x. crush; Cooper.

Logan gaped slightly, staring at him in surprise. Sure, Anderson could be pretty snarky, but, really? His voice was nails on chalkboard? Opening and closing his mouth once or twice, coughed slightly as if to clear his throat, hand rubbing his neck self conciencly. He straightened up, glaring at the other boy. "You expect me to follow your rules, Anderson?" He huffed quietly, sniffing haughtily as he settled on one of the beds. He ran a hand through his messily styled brown hair. "When are you ever in a good mood?" He smirked.

[rheia]

Иαмɛ: Cooper John Anderson
Ѧσσ∂: Half-amused, half-annoyed
Ɔʋяяɛитℓʏ: Being snarky
Ɔяʋƨн: No one

Ƨтαʏ вɛαʋтιғʋℓ;Ƙɛɛρ ιт ʋɢℓʏ
~ Ǥɛяαя∂ Ɯαʏ
~~~~~~~~

"If it was legal, I'd hit you right now. Just saying." Cooper grumbled, flopping down onto his bed and burying his face in one of the pillows. "Yes, I damn well expect you to follow my rules. If I remember right, I'm older. That gives me more rights than you, and also means I technically have the right to tell you what to do." The boy looked up, narrowing his eyes at Logan. "I'm usually in a good mood, Elliot." He spat, huffing. "But screeching girls and annoying jerks ruin my mood and give me a headache. Care to shut up now?"

[Keith-Kogane]

(If it truly bothers you I can switch to third. But I tend to rp much better in first person. And I hope my plain posts are alright...
And I'm not sure if I missed it... Are there uniforms?)

~Danika~

As the car pulled up to the school, I sighed. This was the last place I wanted to be. A high-end school. A boarding school, no less, which meant that I would be trapped here for a whole year. The woman in the front seat cleared her throat angrily, seeimg to be happy to be rid of me. I gave her a deathly glare and grabbed my duffel, slinging it over my shoulder. As I stepped out with my suitcase, I muttered a few choice words and slammed the door. The car instantly sped off and I turned to the school.

After my parents died, I was sent to live with my crazy aunt Margaret. She didn't want anything to do with me, so the first thing she did was ship me off to this school. I was from America and had a slight Hoosier twang, making me stick out even more amongst the people here. I had no friends here, or any other relatives. And just to add to the trauma, I looked very out of place. My hair was a very very light shade of blonde, making it seem white. My eyes were bright blue and there was a slash running across my face. It stood out from my skin easily and just showed how traumatizing my life had been.

I walked up towards the school and looked around. I was a transfer student from America. Where the heck was I supposed to go? I shrugged and just started walking towards the main building, hoping that I would find someone to help me.

[тнє ∂яєαмєя]

Chrissy sat in the backseat, staring out at the breathtaking view of the school. She took a deep breath, looking at the Olympus building. Her parents glanced at each other in the front seats. Chrissy had once again tried to argue about coming back to Brightman High. Sure, the school was decent. The classes were challenging and the people were wonderful. She had made plenty of friends there over the years. She just felt alone this year. Chrissy felt as if she was going to a place that she didn't belong. A few months ago, she had shown her parents a pamphlets for music and theatre schools all over the country. However, according to her parents those schools were unrealistic. She was told to get her head out of the clouds and focus on a real career. She had the grades to do anything she wanted, yet her parents failed to see the talent that could flourish with a bit of training.

As the car pulled to a slow stop, Chrissy reached for her seat belt. She pressed the button, hearing the click that released her from the long car ride. She slowly opened the car door and went to the the trunk to get her bags. Her parents came along, handing her the guitar case. As long as she focused on grades, she could bring along the guitar as a stress reliever, but nothing more. Her father nodded to Chrissy before getting back to the driver's seat of the car. Her mother gave a small hug before kissing Chrissy on the forehead. She walked back and got in the seat of the car, looking at Chrissy before shutting the door. It was always the same; a silent goodbye and a drive away. Now Chrissy really was alone. Turning around, Chrissy looked at the Olympus house. She walked into the house and rolled her suitcase to the stairs.

((Is she already going to know everyone? Like Logan?))

[rheia]

(If it truly bothers you I can switch to third. But I tend to rp much better in first person. And I hope my plain posts are alright...
And I'm not sure if I missed it... Are there uniforms?)

{{ First person is perfectly fine. c: No, there are no uniforms. }}

((Is she already going to know everyone? Like Logan?))

{{ I'd imagine she'd know others in Olympus house - Lawrence, for example. }}

[Dark.]

Name: Nate
Age: Eighteen
Status: Single
Crush: -
Mood: Chilled
With: Effy

Name: Effy
Age: Seventeen
Status: Single
Crush: -
Mood: Excited
With: Nate

Nate jolted slightly as the battered taxi rolled slowly up the drive towards the bording school. He blinked, before removing his gaze from the horrendous weather onto his sister, who was seated next to him. Her brown hair cascaded down her shoulders; partially covering the smiling face of Mickey Mouse that was emblazed on the front of her over-sized sweater. As the taxi pulled to a halt, Nate cast his eyes down onto the suspicious-looking interior of the taxi, bidding it an eager farewell. Effy yawned and stretched slowly, awakening from her slumber. It had been a long journey down from the Lake District for the pair. Nate smiled, remembering the countless coffee cups they'd managed to consume between them on the train.
Effy glanced at her brother with blearly eyes. Nate chuckled slightly, "We're here.". Effy's face lit up with a beam; unlike her half-brother, she loved school and was gutted that this was her final year. The pair quickly exited the taxi and grabbed their luggage from the boot. Nate sported a large suitcase and dufflebag. Effy manhandled a large suitcase out of the trunk, before wrestling a seemingly bigger dufflebag. Lastly, she pulled out her precious red guitar case.
***
Nathan gave his sister an affectionate ruffle of the head, "See you later Ef." he grinned before turning, pulling up his hood, in an attempt to offer his tousled brown hair some form of protection from the rain. He positioned the duffle more securely over his shoulder before patting his inside pocket; making sure his cigarette packet was still there. Although it was a habit he had only developed within the last few years, he had quickly become hooked. A perpetual smell of cigarette smoke mixed with Lynx deodorant seemed to cling to his clothing. He unceremoniously barged open the Hanover doors, noisily traipsing his way up the stairs. He gave little attention to the interiors. Details never mattered that much to him. The place seemed dead. He despised being in Hanover; there was barely nobody in his house. He opened the first door he came to, a smile appearing on his face as an unoccupied room met his gaze. He shoved his things on the nearest bed and began to haphazardly unpack.
***
Effy watched her brother begin to make his way over to the Hanover house before grinning and shaking her head, turning. She knew how reluctant to come back he had been; only a few hours ago she was stood, pleading with him to get on the train. Deep down she knew that one of the only reasons he'd come this year was to keep an eye on her. Effy shivered, pulling her Mickey Mouse sweater tighter to her as she was battered by the wind. her eyes locked on the Olympus house. It seemed like ages away. Her pupils then trailed down to the Loch. The wind was blowing over the surface, causing small waves to appear and glide effortlessly across the surface before dying gracefully as they met the land's edge. As she was buffeted by yet another barage of icy chill, Effy decided to make tracks. As she walked slowly across the grass, pulling her suitcase behind her, she glanced up for a second, her eyes watering slightly with the wind and caught a glimpse of a girl. By the looks of things she was a student, but Effy didn't recognise her. Slowly she made her way over to the blonde haired girl. She looked lost. Effy looked at her, the girl was definately around her age. She cleared her throat as she pulled up behind her, "Hey, are you lost?" she asked. Her voice was chirpy and welcoming, despite the british weather conditions.

[Keith-Kogane]

~Danika~

As I stood in the rain, I sighed and hung my head. Then I heard a voice. I turned and saw a girl with long brown hair standing there. I spoke, my lack of a British accent easily showing. "Oh I guess I am. I'm a transfer student from America. I have no idea where I'm goin' either. All I know is that I'm signed up to start classes here and I am 17, so I'd be in year 7, I think..." I shrugged and looked around, the rain soaking my hair and plastering it to my face. Hopefully it would hide the scar.

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