franklyn high school

[Cloudsong]

Ronan wasn't entirely sure how long he spent sitting out on the street corner of the school, sheltered in the shade of a low wall. It was the perfect place for him, where he could see everyone going in, but they could not see him. He was hesitant to return to the building, as the entire spring break he had spent having the time of his life on his many travels. In the time he had spent, not once had he missed the immature arguments that his colleagues would have, nor the make-ups and break-ups the couples would make. For a week, he had spent the time simply enjoying - living the life more of an adult than of a teenager, which was regrettably still his age. A small part of him was honestly tempted to get up and leave, as he had no interest in returning to the petty people who he could not really call his "friends". While of course there were a few here that he actually did enjoy being around, the prospect of seeing the many jocks who irritated him so strongly balanced out his urge, and finally caused him to sigh. He reached up and removed his hat for a moment, ruffling his hair. Indeed he was having mixed feelings about entering this building that had tortured him all those years.

He finally entered the common room where it seemed like the entire class was gathered at a rather late hour. But it wasn't out of the ordinary, as Ronan was tardy to nearly all classes, year-round. At least he was consistent though, right? While he could have easily tried to defend himself to anyone who inquired about his tardiness - his watch was always an hour late - the man couldn't have been bothered to say anything as he entered the room, giving himself a moment to survey the entire situation. There were people everywhere, much to his irritation. Most of them he knew the names of, but to be honest there were a few that he would have missed. He had never been the center of the class, and he seriously doubted that anyone here even knew his name. Save well of course, the few people he would consider his friends.

The room didn't seem to explode with enthusiasm when he entered, and Ronan didn't seem to linger in the doorway for long. After all, he was just blocking it for anyone else to come in. His eyes seemed to narrow noticeably as his gaze fell upon Caesar, who was lounging near the front, obnoxiously promoting himself, probably. Ronan didn't care enough to listen, and instead just rolled his eyes. Great. He was about the last person that Ronan had wanted to see, but this time around, he didn't want to start petty fights with him - after all, Caesar would be winning that way. Instead, he forced himself to look the other way as he passed by them, going to sit with Reagan, one of the few people in the room that he actually recognized. He gave her a nod, settling himself down in the seat next to her. Not being a highly vocal person, he had always found conversing with people his age a challenge. While Reagan was his friend, he hadn't seen her in days, and she seemed aggravated. So rather than starting small talk, he just waited to see if she would have anything to say to him. He had learned early on that this girl did not enjoy to be spoken to in times when she was angry - which basically was most of the time.

[sunny,]

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➥ England
➥ crush Has his eye on: Greece;; Athena
➥ Mood: Unpleasant, but looking great

"The hot boy everybody wants to bang
because he's a gentlemen."

Logans attention had once again turned to his phone. He was surprised by Athena’s spring break. She wasn’t the kind of girl to be stuck at home. He would’ve thought she’d be out, partying, hanging out with friends, or just doing “girl stuff” whatever that was. It was too bad for her, she could’ve come with him to the beach, he never minded company. He enjoyed it in fact. When he was home, no one was. His foster parents were always out working. When his “father” was home, he never paid much attention to him, unlike his wife, who was always showering Logan with love. His mind drifted for a second, but he snapped his attention back to Athena when she was talking to him. He gave a slight chuckle. “Yeah, you could say brilliant.” He smiled, noticing that casual sarcastic goofy tone she had. His attention then diminished as she went on complimenting the painting Soren gave her. He seemed to pay no mind to it and listened as Arizona began to interact with two other people, Arizona and Kaily. His eyes fluttered over Arizona for a brief second. She was always so quiet, but she made good company as a friend. He liked making people laugh, and she was definitely someone who loves laughing at his jokes. He waited for their response, hopefully a little more interesting then Arizona’s, but not as out there as Soren’s.

>>bleh, word block. I hope it was okay that I made him adopted, it's not really sad, just interesting.

[Rated R]

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- soren alchezo -
crush ; fancies kailey a bit
mood ; hungover & blissful
tags ; all, particularly athena
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❝ The best things in the world are beer and art.
You can never go wrong with them. ❞

[wow, a load of people had posted with soren!]

Soren smiled at Athena's response and noticed Logan interject his way into the conversation. That was the guy that most others were competing with for girls. He shrugged and smiled at Athena's comments. "I'm really glad you like it," he said. He swung his backpack off of his shoulder to pull out several other small square paintings he'd made. There were several of dolphins, of turtles, of birds. Soren was really into his art, and if he could, would try to make it as an artist. Of course, a slightly hungover artist.

When Soren was drunk, it was usually subtle, occasionally evident, and the main way to tell whether he was drunk was the musical slurring of his words. They were softened at the edges, flowing just a bit better, and it almost made him seem like a sweetheart. He never got too drunk or out of control, but when he was extremely drunk, he'd usually say something truly deep about life or something of the sort, or an experience that he wouldn't say if he was sober.

Another girl tapped his shoulder and he turned to see none other than Kailey Coast. He fancied her a bit, due to her beautiful outer appearance, but wanted to known more about this girl. He didn't show any different treatment to Kailey, just so he could learn more about her. He could say he was attracted to her, but didn't love her yet. That'd have to wait. But, more importantly, this girl was talking to him: the girl that was forgotten after her big break up. "Hello Kailey," said Soren, turning himself so his back was to the wall and he was facing everyone. "Thanks: you can have one, if you like," he continued, holding out the five squared paintings. One depicted a pod of dolphins swimming, another the beach, the third of a baby turtle going to the ocean, a fourth of the turtle mother and her eggs, and the fourth of the sunset. "How was your break?" he asked, as he waited for her to respond.

[lucee]

[ i'm so sorry i've not posted yet, guys :c things have been super hectic but i should be able to get a post up tomorrow. ]

[mint.]

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ａｒｉｚｏｎａ ｈｏｕｓｅ
kind to everyone and appreciates school

mood; satisfied located; school crush; mostly logan

ＴＡＧＧＥＤ- athena, soren, logan, kailey

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"spring break? ha, it was somewhat pleasant. visited the local attractions and ate too many sweets. not as interesting as either of yours though," she gave a smirk, to the group. obviously, logan's story wasn't too descriptive, so it had a humorous tone to it. arizona looked at kailey, and then back at the group. she wondered how logan's break really went. she thought about asking him later. the other girl, kailey, was talking to soren now, so she wanted to involve athena into their conversation. "athena, are you really going to accept his painting? surely you should return the favor. take him out to coffee. no, take us all out." she said, trying to begin a conversation. her tone was clearly not serious, and arizona didnt mean anything she said in that statement. she had not noticed logan's eyes settling upon her either, and he had turned away when she looked at him. arizona felt awkward now, as if everyone was listening to her. perhaps they were. but it seemed strange to just have one voice in the group.
she mused with her hair again, her gaze dropping to the floor. sure, she had friends. they were all her friends. but it felt strange somehow. she liked logan, but she couldnt say it to her face. because she wants to let her friend be happy with athena. it seemed too complicated to understand completely. her friends were being separated because of silly romances. ari waited for a reply from the group, and search the hallway for familiar faces.

[a_bowtie]

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- Serenity Blues -
Crush: Ceasar King
Mood: Irritable, but dealing with it.
Doing: People watching
Wearing: XxX
With: No one, really
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Still in the corner of the room, Serenity continued her viewing of the peers in her class. Her bangs covered her eyes slightly, her lips starting to stick together from not being moistened for a while, so she licked her lips and brushed the hair away from her face. With another sigh, she put her feet onto the table, leaned back, crossed her arms, and relaxed for once. It felt nice, her shoulders not being tense and her knees not being locked in place.

Within a few moments, Serenity became uncomfortable, wiggled around, but gave up and just stood up. "Oh well. Might as well go say hey. I doubt they even noticed me in my little corner." She left her bag and iPod on the desk, then walked over to Arizona and the small group of people there. However, she said nothing, just wanting to listen in on the conversation.

[robb]

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♕ ｎｏｒｔｈ ｋｏｒｅａ
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feeling;; content
crush;; ronan
tags;; ronan [action] andrei [mention]
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"makes a lot of threats
but doesn't follow through"

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From this point of view, the world around her seemed like nothing more than a poorly executed television show. Typical high school students doing what typical high school students do, and at this point it was to early and she wasn't in the mood to become involved; not that there was actually a spot open for her to join in either way. Reagan would like to think that she could just waltz through the hallways and watch everyone scatter like fish when they see a shark, but that wasn't how the real world worked. Though she'd never be the one caught with her tail between her legs she was one to over exaggerate her own capability. But despite the fact the, the blonde was able to keep people out of her way. Her and Andrei had a similar reputation, people avoided them and noticeably disliked them or even feared them; but most because of things that never truly occurred; but even he had more connections than she. Reagan's sharp tongue had gotten her many places, and it most peoples eyes it was anything but a positive thing. Though in her mind, being feared was much more satisfying than being stepped all over.

Her green eyes had fallen to the ground before she heard someone shift next to her, her posture stiffened and her attention turned to the noise. Her gaze softened and stance relaxed when she noticed Ronan, what was he up to? One thin eyebrow raised on her forehead before she turned back to the people in front of them. Swallowing slightly as the silence between the two made her nervous; of all the people that could show up it had to be him. One of the only people she didn't feel the urge to put down or threaten in anyway. What was she to say? Reagan was never a 'hey, whats up?' or 'how was your break' type of person so her conversation options were reduced. "Not in the mood to have small talk with the common people?" she started to break the ice, her tone as if she was the queen looking over her kingdom of peasants. Her voice still lacked much emotion but her mood had increased greatly. From what she knew no one particularly had anything against him so why he chose to sit next to one of the most intolerable people on campus was a mystery to her.

[Cloudsong]

Ronan seemed to have taken the interaction with the girl next to him as a lost cause, when suddenly she seemed to have found her voice. He glanced over at her again, slowly taking in her expression. Like usual, she seemed rather unimpressed by the people that sat before her, but this time there was something more... as if her thoughts were suddenly occupied elsewhere. This was understandable, as Ronan's mind was almost always else-where. And for that reason, he usually liked to select the chair that was the farthest back from the class, where the fewest people were located. He suspected that this girl - Reagan - was having one of those days where she just wanted to be alone. After all, he had noticed the few times that he had seen her that she was a notorious loner, usually emitting an air that she despised the world. That was just fine for him, judging by the fact that he didn't really care about who anyone thought of him when they crossed his path. Besides, she always had been civil towards him, the few times in the past that they had spoken. As he recalled, they had been in the same French class for a few years. If it weren't for the fact that she was good friends with Andrei - a man that Ronan couldn't stand - then he might have even considered trying to get to know her better.

He seemed to survey her for a few thoughtful moment, as she suddenly began to speak in superior tones. It was somewhat amusing, and he allowed himself a small chuckle. "Not particularly," he responded, a small smirk still prominent on his face. But he leaned back slightly, as if his attention was wandering from the girl that sat next to him. His gaze rested upon the group across the room of cheerful-looking pupils. They were conversing politely and animated to one-another, smiles upon their faces. Of course he wasn't a part of them, but he couldn't help but notice one girl in particular.

Shayna was prettier than he had remembered, with those green eyes that penetrated him even though their gazes never met. Ronan wasn't even sure if the girl knew who he was - whether she even realized that they were in the same class. He was always one to blend in to the back of the class, being ignored usually. But Shayna had never been ignored - she was funny, smart, and usually... well, he wasn't one to give compliments lightly, but she seemed the closest description of flawless that he could think of. He didn't allow his eyes to stray long however, as it might attract attention that he did not want to draw. The sooner he left this place, the sooner he would get over this - this blind infatuation that had no hope. He had spent nearly the entire spring break trying to forget about her, trying desperately to meet someone who might have sparked a similar reaction in his emotions. And while he had been somewhat convinced, the mere sight of her again caused him to doubt his very reality once again.

The man looked down only seconds later, inwardly sighing as he realized that once again he was captivated by something that would never return the sentiment. It was somewhat embarrassing, and for that very reason, Ronan knew that he would never tell anyone, much less try to act on it.

He seemed to have returned to reality after a moment, and remembered Reagan had been sitting beside him. "I'm just looking forward to leaving this place once and for all," he sighed after a moment, half to himself.

[arabmorgan]

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-- spain, the forgotten
-- dislikes caesar
-- friends with athena, soren, & jace

Kailey gave a self-deprecating laugh at Athena's question. "Of course not," she said dryly, although her tone remained friendly. "I just stayed around here and did a lot of...family bonding." She rolled her eyes, although in truth she had enjoyed the quiet time; after the whole fiasco with Caesar, her desire for fun and excitement had dimmed somewhat. "How was your vacation?" Her attention soon shifted to Soren though, who had offered her one of his paintings for her own. Her eyes widened slightly, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips as a tinge of pastel pink touched her cheeks. "Really?" she murmured distractedly, her gaze already flitting between the displayed pieces. Just like any girl, she loved to receive gifts, regardless of who they were from and exactly what the gifts were. After a moment, she carefully took the one of the mother turtle with her eggs, breathing an awed "it's exquisite," before shooting him a more genuine smile. She shrugged casually at his next question, nodding towards Athena as she leaned against the wall. "As I mentioned, my break was localized and boring, but what about yours? Tell me more about the Galapagos." Pulling a nearby chair over, she sat down and set her chin on the back of it, excited to hear about Soren's adventures. The painting he had given her was clutched in her hand, her thumb running over the rough feeling of the paint; her expression was slightly wistful as she wondered where the sense of security she'd always had had disappeared to, as if her own mother turtle had left for good.

[Rated R]

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- soren alchezo -
crush ; fancies kailey a bit
mood ; hungover & blissful
tags ; kailey
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❝ The best things in the world are beer and art.
You can never go wrong with them. ❞

Although hungover, maybe still a little drunk, Soren seemed to listen as intensely as a good student would do midst a lecture. His hazy brown eyes were intriguing, as his white t-shirt was clean and crisp, giving him a decent look. The softened edges of his words were harmonious in their own soren-like way.

He watched as Kailey turned her attention from Athena's pondering question to his hands, a rosy pink ever so slightly painting her pale cheeks. He could see her eyes wander over the five paintings in his hands. For some reason, he could feel her find a connection with the center one, the one of the mother turtle and her young. But Kailey's eyes scanned over them a few times, before Soren's prediction became truth. He gave his humorous and somewhat enchanting half-smile, half-smile with one eyebrow subconsciously raised slightly higher than the other. A little bit of his white teeth were showing, and his hair was slightly up as usual. Then her thin lips opened slightly to let her thoughts of the painting slip out. Soren replied with, "Thank you, Kailey."

He pronounced her name like anyone would, but due to his slight hungover nature, he was calmer and more down to earth than he usually was. The last y sound was not crisp or short, but subtly dragged and softened, almost comforted in a way. He heard Kailey then ask him a question. He looked at her eyes when he spoke, like he always did. This habit of his made everyone feel special, like the center of attention for once. "It was magnificent and inspiring," said Soren, words slurred like musical rhythms. "The nature was more beautiful than words could describe, and it was a living artwork of its own."