ivy academy [open] [always accepting]

[Brittle]

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meet reilly. at seventeen, it's commonly
known that she's the rebellious.
although to most name seems like a bad influence
and very loud, she's actually quite
caring. be careful around her - she
knows what she's doing when it
comes to pranks, but not so much
when it comes to school. love's not a priority to her.
the only one she might like is
possibly hayden & archie. she's friends with
lots of people, and is currently
in secluded area talking to archie. the ones
tagged are archie.
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ooc; "another crappy post..."

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♛ He was laughing at her? This was the funny part in the show where the girl slaps the boy. But before she could even raise her pale hand to hurt him, he was dragging her through the walls. At first Reilly wanted to kill him, the touch of someone else's skin touching hers was horrific. Like ants crawling up her arm and eating away at her skin. Her fear of human contact had started when her mother started beating her silly because of all the mistakes she did. It was never a belt buckle, or something even close too that. Just her mother's thick hands slapping her back and forth. Soon she couldn't stand anyone touching her, especially boys. But soon it was over and Archie had let go of her hand, her brief miser was over. Shoving her hands into her hoodie pockets, so he couldn't even attempt to grab them again. 'Okay, what do you have in mind Rye?' Looking up into his blue eyes, Reilly watched back with her own chocolate brown ones. Quickly explaining her prank, and the preparation too it all, Reilly rocked back on her heels waiting for his reaction.

[Brittle]

sorry for the wait, finished!

[Never Stop;]

the boy smiled at him then it faded then he walked in with him he looked back at him to make sure it was ok the sat down on the nurse bed thing just not wanted to let Lucas go he gently moved his rm from the boy and sat looking up at the nurse softly "hi"

[~stories untold.]

(anyone wanna rp with nikki?)

[obiole]

(anyone wanna rp with nikki?)

{{We could rp for a bit. c:
I have both Destery and Chrissy

[~stories untold.]

(anyone wanna rp with nikki?)

{{We could rp for a bit. c:
I have both Destery and Chrissy

"who is where? oh wait actually I messed up characters haha sorry @thingsthatdontexist I have a)character named nicky in a different rp, but still blake is open)

[obiole]

{{Destery fell out of a tree and is now sitting up against it and chris.. I have yet to post something for her.

[~stories untold.]

Blake walked away, hands up in surrender, but still chuckling, and turned to head back down to the hall. But once again he seemed to have caught,yet another, mess up by a student today. First Nikki, and now Destery. He flung the door open to outside and laughed going over to them "You okay there?" He asked, an amused smile on his face as he offered to help him up. He looked at Destery and raised an eyebrow "What were you doing, anyway?" He asked, laughing finally subsiding. he leaned against the tree Destery fell out of, honestly wanting to hear this story.

[obiole]

destery moore
seeing the young male, preferably Blake, he stood up, dusting his jeans off, tossing his bag to the side. as the boy crossed his arms and shifted his weight to the other foot, the story came out. A short one, to be quite honest. "well, i wanted to get away rom everything and what better way to do so than go up into a tree. calm, peaceful, serene and best of all, quiet. a bird sat on a branch and i decided to sketch it out. soon enough i was on the ground with a shattered phone." destery sighed sat himself on the rock just a few feet away and rubbed his fore head, a small head ache creeping its way to him.

[~stories untold.]

*~Blake~*
"Wow, everyone's hitting their heads today now," He said in honest surprise. He laughed, and with a smile looked at him. "No offense, but that is sorta pathetic," But then Blake back-tracked. "Wait...wait...why get away from everything?" Blake never understood. He was always so content with whatever he did. He was never stressed, sowhywas everyone else. To him, itdidn't add up andmade himthat much more curios. Like, why? So he was intrigued, awaiting some form of answer. Or at least hoping for one. But given the past explanations, it just seemedas if they need to take a break. Forget. But he wouldn't know.