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[natures-daughter]

|| I hate to be annoying, but was I accepted? If not I'll just get my form off of here. ||

[minho]

;; oh no you're accepted i'll add them tomorrow to the list. i am just so tired, so i'll be going to bed after eating these pretzels on my bed. um, there's multiple girl characters open - ask some, i guess. i've got a girl open. i also have timothy open to role-play with. i'll be replying tomorrow. yeah, so just post, you're definitely welcomed here

[natures-daughter]

|| Thanks, anyone have an idea where I should start? ||

[Paradise;]

;; sorry for my absence of posts today; I've been babysitting all day and technically still am. i go home tomorrow and i'll make sure to post then. c;

[minho]

mathais jeren clemintine

runs in the family? oh, that was a good one. especially since it also mocked his cousin. though, it was an insult on both their behalves. ah, that was mean and horribly funny of victoria. sure, mathias was a jerk but he wasn't a jerk all the time. the best time to be around him was when he just woke up. that way, he couldn't get his bearings straight and his brain isn't properly working at the time. other than that, yes, mathias tended to always be a jerk. it helped others see that bullying, tormenting, or bothering him wouldn't be such a good idea. mainly because he tended to profile people and point out their flaws.

he shrugged his shoulders, coming to his full height and walked a few steps away from the cluster of lockers. "I wouldn't have thought you're much of a rebel; you learn something new every day, I suppose." Mathias responded, glancing around the school. The hallways appeared empty - other than cameras emitting from the ceilings. did they really turn those on the first day? eh, anything was possible. "You're not planning on skipping your second hour as well, right?"

[Brittle]

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ｔｈｒｕｓｔ ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ
ａｓｈｔｒａｙ ｏｆ ｌｉｆｅ.
ｊｕｓｔ ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ ｂｏｄｙ,
ｓｈａｐｅｄ ｂｙ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄｓ'
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age ;; sixteen
tagged ;; mathias and victoria c:
traits ;; cocky, argumentative, rebellious,
leader of the rebels. {sorta X3}
stereotype ;; the rebel
crush ;; open c:
disorders ;; cutting, past anorexia,
minor anxiety.
friends ;; pm me too be her bestie <3
enemies ;; every one of those wretched
preps.
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ｐｌａｙｉｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｋｎｉｖｅｓ
ｂｅｆｏｒｅ ｈｅｒ ｓｌｕｍｂｅｒ.
ｊｕｓｔ ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ ｄｅａｄ ｏｎｅ,
ｌａｙｉｎｇ ｉｎ ａ ｇｒａｖｅｙａｒｄ
ｂｅｆｏｒｅ ｈｅｒ ｔｉｍｅ. ❞

[marsiscool]

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-- Looks -- sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ -- Wearing -- ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ
Kind of a rebel? Victoria? Maybe, not not. Only when she wanted to she could be what you call "bad" but it was her first day and really you didn't learn much on the first day other than the names of their fellow classmates and other pointless information like what they liked or how old they were and clearly if you wanted to become friends with them you'd figure it out yourself instead of have the teacher help you out. In fact, Victoria already knew a lot of the seniors, juniors and some of the sophomores. You could say she was "popular" but she'd only turn you down, she wasn't fond of that word, such a silly word, really she didn't care much about popularity but ever since she dated monroe she met more than enough people and people knew who she was but that didn't change her much. She couldn't help but chuckle lightly, her kind heart was beginning to show and she didn't want it to. "No not a rebel... just bored, and there's not much to do on the first day other than introduce yourself and other bull s***. She took one of her book bag straps off to take out her class schedule, unzipping her bag she searched for her schedule and took it out, opening it up and looking down at it as she softly bit her lower lip. First period, science, second period art. Perfect she could skip. "Well.." she mumbled, stuffing her schedule inside her short pockets. "I've got art for second so it doesn't matter much." she responded looking up at him as she zipped up her bag. "Why do you ask?"

[minho]

mathais jeren clemintine

"And you swear, too? That sounds like a rebel to me." Once you first meet someone, their looks give off an impression. Mathias figured she was just into tattoos an d piercings, probably had a one time stand once in her life, and got good grades to please her parents. Now, she came off as a rebel who was into art - this must mean she's good at drawing. Most likely not good at painting, but drawing must have been her number one talent. Mathias was never into the arts, it was always the last thing he listed on the electives list. "Well, since the first day is full of just introductions, it's just smart to skip it and wreak havoc elsewhere." He replied matter of factly. Not only was he a jerk, but Mathias also loved a sense for trouble. It could range from painting walls with spray cans, to shopping cart wars, and riding little kid rides down at the mall.

[marsiscool]

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ｙｏｕｒ ｌｉｆｅ

ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ sᴛɪʟᴇs

-- Looks -- sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ -- Wearing -- ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ
Victoria wasn't much of a swearer, actually she only swore just to prove some points but that was as far as swearing took her. In fact, it didn't look classy to constantly swear. "Well I'm not, being a rebel and just being bored are too completely different things. I was actually planning on staying at school all day but now that you got me in a bad mood I guess I'd rather be somewhere just to distract my mind so you're gonna have to pay back and entertain me someway or another" she said with a faint smirk. Oh gosh did that sound flirty? No no no she wasn't suppose to sound flirty she was just bored, really she was. There wasn't much to do and everyone was already in class. She brought her eyes down to the floor hoping he didn't think of it that way. She couldn't be flirting with Monroe's cousin, that just didn't seem right if anything she should be booing him away as far as possible just so she wouldn't have contact with any of monroe's relatives or friends but instead she was standing here talking to this guy. "Elsewhere? And where is that exactly?" she asked, stuffing her hands back inside her short pockets feeling the sharpness on the paper on one of her hands. "I'm just saying if we stay around school we'll probably get caught" she warned taking her eyes off the ground and looking up at the security cameras. They were just pointless, most of the drama happened outside of school and people hardly fought in the hallways so most of the action caught on film was of people just kissing by the lockers.

[Paradise;]

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Ｍｙ ｌｏｖｅ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ ｗａｓ ｂｕｌｌｅｔｐｒｏｏｆ
Ｂｕｔ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｅ ｗｈｏ ｓｈｏｔ ｍｅ. ➳

name; nala | age; seventeen | sex; female | where; school/library | crush; - | tag(s); Monroe

"Am I that see through?" Nala laughed, even smiling a little. Of course it was an act. Maybe if she acted friendly he'd open up and share his little story. Oh how the fiery redhead would love to see him feeling as broken as she had all summer. Misery loved company, and Nala wanted someone else to wallow in her pit of despair with her. She glanced at the basketball in his hand and squinted her eyes briefly thinking. Had he seriously not remembered that she had played on the girls team last year. Basketball was the one sport she didn't think was completely pointless. It also helped that Cody was a fan so he'd come cheer her on at games. "One on one? Your on," she responded a challenge burning in her eyes. "Oh please do. What's the goal post again?" she asked using her best dumb girl voice. She even lifted a finger to the corner of her mouth and tilted her head to the side to add to the charade. With a quick fluid moment Nala snaked her arms out and snatched the ball from Monroe's grip. "Screw history class; kicking your butt is going to be way more fun," she stated with a sly grin. Dribbling the ball up the court she remembered to do the proper footing and shot a lay-up. Nala watched as the ball went off the backboard and straight into the net, causing the net to make a swishing sound.

][ I'll post for Josh in a few minutes. c: ][