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[princess pudding]

✘ Tʀᴇʙʟᴇ Tʜᴏʀɴ ✘
“I'ᴍ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ. Bᴜᴛ I ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ.”

Male ✘ Seventeen ✘ Location; the halls✘ No crush

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Dance, f----- dance
You never had a chance
and no one even knew
it was really only you

A frown fell across his lips like the arrival of a storm; his face went slightly red and he shot daggers at her, the blonde’s snarky expression taking him off guard. “Please,” he sneered, leaning back against the lockers as if he were ignoring her statement, “I could care less about some girl who ran into me. You do have good taste in guys, though, so I’ll gave you points for that.” He shot her his signature lopsided grin and winked, his frustration level slowly subsiding behind sleek green eyes. At her second statement Treble just shrugged helplessly, as if he could care less that she didn't care. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. She was just some stuck-up Perfect, after all.

[thund3r]

{K a s p e r

• Helpless Romantic• • Coffe Lover • • Photographer • • eighteen • • Crush: no one • • Wearing: [this] •

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[color=#808080]Kasper noticed the pink colour on her cheeks now, making his own pale cheeks turn a soft rosy colour of pink.[/color] "Um...no problem" He chuckled, and right befor ehis eyes, out of seemingly no where, the shy little girl he was talking to suddenly opened up into a smiling almost-confident person who was willing to talk and who could speak without stuttering. "I never said that your supposed to judge people. I just assumed" he chuckled warmly, once more in a playful and mildly challenging tone. "I wish i could pull off piercings and tattos, i have one pierced ear." He brushed his wavy black hair away from his ear to show the little black stud he wore. "But i would look rather silly with anything more. I'm too soft for anything that hardcore

{D u s t i n

• Free Spirit• • Surfer • • special snowflake • • seventeen • • Crush: no one • • Wearing: [this] •

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Dustin walked through the school's double doors his hair was messy and uncombed looking, not that it looked bad on him, because it didn't. He saw a few students and briefly wondered where everyone was, realizing then everyone was probably in class. "d*mn i am so late" he muttered softly to himself to himself a soft chuckle escaping his pink lips. He slowly made his way to his locker his eyes heavy with sleep. The only reason he had slept in was because his younger sister had nightmares and asked to sleep in his room. The whole night she kept waking him up every hour to inform him of a new nightmare each time. Seeing how late he was, he really wished he has stopped for a cup of coffee, needing it badly.

- @Drive By Jesse can roleplay with Dustin if you'd like
and for anyone who wants to see Dusty's form he's under Kasper's and Verity's on the first page ^^ -

[infinite.disasters]

Female x Eighteen x Crushless x Wearing; This x Location; Class x With; Kasper

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Tristyn rolled her eyes in a playful manner and said "Then I must correct myself. Don't assume what nerds are like before you actually meet one". She meant for it to be just a playful and funny joke but she did send back the extra tinge of a challenging tone. She looked up and over at him when he quickly showed her his pierced ear and said "Well not everyone can get away with them.. but keeping it simple is the easiest.. I only have two tattoos but they aren't outraging and personally I love them". As she spoke, Tristyn pulled her dark brown hair out of the way and showed him the feather behind her ear before letting the strands of hair fall back into place. She didn't know why she was telling him all of these things about herself. She was usually the shy girl who didn't speak, and when she did it wasn't more then a few words. But with Kasper she was relaxed and just didn't feel the need to stay quiet. Maybe it was because he was just a good listener, but deep down she knew it was because she hadn't spoken to anyone like this since her best friend Megan moved away. Tristyn smiled a little when they finally reached the door of her next class, glad to see that the teacher hadn't closed the door quite yet. She hadn't ever been late for a class and she wasn't planning on starting that today. As she moved into the room, her first reaction was to put he head down and avoid all eye contact as she found a seat for herself. It was stupid that she felt like she had to hide from the class when she was barely noticeable anyways, it just was the way Trisyn was. One of her major flaws is that she doesn't realize that it doesn't matter where you are ranked in school, overall everyone is the same. All just kids going to school day after day learning whether they like it or not.

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[MusicIsLife]

F ᴀ ɪ ᴛ ʜ M ᴀ ʀ ɪ ᴇ P ᴀ ʀ ᴋ ᴇ ʀ
| S ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ᴇ ɴ | C ʀ ᴜ s ʜ ʟ ᴇ s s | O ᴜ ᴛ ғ ɪ ᴛ |

Faith frowned when she saw the girl go out of the bathroom, and decided not to bother her since she seemed a bit upset. Faith would be upset herself if that happened to her, and she would probably block everyone out for the rest of the day anyways. After adjusting her beanie she walked out of the bathroom, looking around to see if anyone else was around for her her to talk to without them having to be bullied for it to happen. She only saw a few people that were still in the hallways, and she was pretty sure that homeroom was almost over so she decided to just stay out of class until the bell rings. Walking back to her locker, she opened it and grabbed her sketchbook.

- Faith is open if anyone wants to roleplay with her. -

[thund3r]

- omg, your favorite song is Everybody Talks! xD {random comment} -

[MusicIsLife]

- Yes, yes it is! XD That is one reason why I noticed this rp. -

[toast;]

Shame stumbled backwards as she is bumped into. She finally stops and hears an 'I'm sorry' from the boy who bumped into her. Shame didn't really know how to respond to him. "Don't worry, it happens all the time." She says quietly to him, finally glancing up to him. She nervously played with the hem of her tank top, as she'd never spoken to anyone besides her parents... When they had the time. "Late to school?" She quietly guessed at his rushed appearance.

{Sorry for the bit of Writer's Block.}

{Just a repost incase Toast didn't see. :p}

Victor rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeeah." He replied. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked. His body followed his hand as he motioned towards the office. "I can help you to the office if I did." He offered. His dark hair was a bit messy, basically showing he had been in a rush that morning. None the less, his eyes seemed wide awake. The soft little gleam in it showed how tired he wasn't, normally less bright when he was about to pass out from exhaustion.

[sameantha]

-Emo and Scene-

{There's a problem with my phone; your number's not on it.}
{Talen}{18}

— — — тнe вasιcs

ɴαмe: Sven Talen Austin
nιcκ naмe: "I don't like my name. Everyone except my best friend and family call me Talen."
αɢe: 18
вιrтнdαy: May 13
ɢeɴder: "I am, very obviously, a female." Male.
тαⱢeȵт: "I play ukulele and I can dance. I guess those count?"

— — — ιn тнe мιяяoя

ℰƔℰ ƈoⱢouɍ: Dark brown
нαιr ƈoⱢouɍ: Black but, he's died it some.
нℰιɢhт: 6' 1"
ɢeɴerαl/More: He's had many different piercings and changes them often. He also wants a lot of tattoos.

— — — яelaтιonsнιρs

cяυsн: "I don't have one!"
єχ(єѕ): "I've never dated anyone."
вeѕт fяιeиd: ---
єnιmιєs: "I'm not surely. I mean, I'm not really mean to anyone so I don't know why I'd have any enemies.

— — — вacκgяound

вιятнρlace: Los Angeles, California
ρєяѕonalιту: Talen is someone that even though they don't know it, most everyone wants to be friends with him. At first, he seems like a loner. He's always very quiet and usually stays to himself. He might make small talk but, if you don't seem interested he'll just leave you alone. If he gets to know you more, he becomes a little more comfortable around you. When he becomes comfortable around you, he isn't afraid to be himself. When you get to know him, he is actually pretty fun to be around. He is loud and random and just loves to have fun. However, even if you never get to know him, he most likely won't ever be mean to you. Unless you're a bully, or have hurt someone close to him, he shouldn't have reason to be mean to you. You could be super mean to him, then come up to him crying, and he'd be one of the first to try and figure out what's wrong. He knows how it feels to have no one care, or to at least feel that way, and he knows, no one should feel that way. He is very dependable. If you ever need to just talk to someone, he'll always be there. You can always trust him to listen, and then keep his mouth shut afterwards; if you don't want him to say anything, he won't.
нιѕтoяу: Talen used to live in California with his mom, dad, and little sister. His dad was a severely abusive drunk. He would always come home from work, and immediately begin downing whatever alcohol was around. Talen usually made his mom and sister go to their rooms because, he knew, that if his dad layed a hand on either of them, he'd lose it. Talen ended up having to go to the hospital quite a few times; some times, worse than other. His mom finally got the courage to tell someone and he hasn't seen his dad since. They moved here and have been getting happier ever since he's left.

— — — Øтhℰя

ℓιкєѕ:
✎Hugs
✎Jackets
✎Bracelets

∂ιѕℓιкєѕ:
✎Bullies
✎Presenting
✎Being placed in social situations

ρнonє:

cⒶɍ:

[spring.]

Shame shakes her head no. "Nah you didn't. I'm fine." She says quietly as she watches him. She felt so short next to him... But she is. She is only five feet tall. It is probably a good reason why she is bumped into all the time. "What class do you have?" She asks him quietly, thinking about going to her locker and multitasking. She didn't move though as she was actually having a regular conversation with someone besides her mother.

[princess pudding]

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♥ Piper Crisp ♥
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Female ♥ Fifteen ♥ Location; homeroom ♥ No crush

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When the skies are grey

Pip twiddled her thumbs as the teacher spoke, trying not to listen to the boys in the back or the snickering of a student who had witnessed her fall in the hallway. She wanted to go home, back to her father and her comfort zone; instead, the petite girl was sitting in a classroom with no one to talk to, and no friends what so ever. I wish Eliza was here, she thought, recalling the kind girl who had been the first to speak to her in school. Everything was going downhill so fast and all Pip could do was sit there and pretend it wasn’t happening, but it was. Sucking in a little breath of air she turned to get one last glance of the room; no Eliza. Just unfamiliar, almost taunting faces who took no consideration in her.