Lincoln Park Academy for Preforming Arts -- open

[SheSoQuiet]

Teri

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Teri arrived at school in her camaro. She parked in between two other cars. Once she parked, she grabbed her keys out of the ignition and reached for her purse that was in the back seat. And then grabbed her duffel bag that had her street clothes, a towel, and a few waterbottles for try outs. Teri got out of the car and locked the car using the lock button on the keys.Teri felt a bit nervous that today was the day she was going to try out for the danceteam. She hoped that she wouldnt have to be cut. Teri straightens out her outfitwith her hands and then starts walking towards the door wondering about who was going to become her friend, if she'd get her a boyfriend, or just live through it boringly. "No...im not just going to sit around. Ima make myself known. Whether people like me or not." Teri says to herself.

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Maar Nox-19-Theater

Maar had multiple conversations with multiple new students, catagorizing them mentally in groups such as 'Quiet' or 'Annoying'. Well, he also learned multiple things from his time spent in chatting with the newbies, though those things would only be spoken and shared if Maar got something out of it. He studied the school yard, noting several things. Being Maar, he had almost everyone's names memorized because he was a 'people person' as most would call it. There was that strange and silent girl with the freaky multicolored eyes, Maar believed her name was Cheyanne; there was a boy strumming a guitar, he assumed it was Flynn; Seb was reciting something and sat under a tree, Maar knew him from class; a boy was drawing something, was it Alex? No, not Alexander, but just Zander. Maar decided to approach him, because why not? "Hey, what're you drawing, if you don't mind me asking?"

Cheyanne Brightheart-17-Writer

Cheyanne looked up from her writing, questioning the meaning behind it. Sometimes, she wrote things and then couldn't explain it afterwards. After a few moments of staring into space, she caught the eye of someone. It was Maar, evidently, impossible to not knkw about him. She didn't like him, and he evidently thought of her as something scary because of her eyes. Oh well. She looked away, occupying herself with studying her surroundings.

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andrew stump | tags; -
i woke up to the most horrid sound i've ever heard in my entire lifespan of eighteen years. an alarm. my hand grabbed my phone and i squinted as i brought it up to my face. before i could turn it off, my phone somehow slipped from my fingers and landed straight on my face. that surprisingly happened a lot. i grabbed my phone and tapped 'off' until the alarm ceased. i got up out of bed and glared at my contacts. i didn't feel like sticking those weird things into my eyes again. today was a glasses day. i put my glasses on, they were your typical thick nerd glasses, but i thought i looked pretty good in them. i stumbled over to my closet and pulled out random articles of clothing and slipped it on. black skinny jeans, a baggy t-shirt, and an over-sized black cardigan. nice. i would look like a hobo with my outfit and my hair sticking up in random directions. i grabbed my backpack and my guitar, slipped my black vans shoes on, and went out the door. unlocking my car, i slid in, putting my backpack and my guitar in the passenger's seat. after a few minutes of mindlessly singing to random songs on the radio, i arrived at my school. lincoln park. at first i thought it was linkin park - as in the band. i was a bit disappointed when i found out it wasn't. i parked, grabbed my stuff, and got out. locking my car, i put my backpack on one shoulder and my guitar on the other. my eyes scanned for any familiar faces. ah! there was alaska, she was heading for the main door. i ran up as quickly as i could without dropping my guitar. before she could open the door, my hand grabbed the handle and pulled it open. "madam," i said in a french accent and gestured her to go inside.

[SheSoQuiet]

Teri was a newbie at the school. She had recently transferred over here from Chicago, but shadowed last year. Today, Teri decided to keep to herself until she was spoken to.She walks inside of the pretty looking school. Teri tries to find her way to the office so that they could give her a her schedule and her locker number. She enters a nearby bathroom to do a self check. Teri grabs a paper towel from the dispenser and wipes off water from the sink. Then sitting her purse on the sink, Teri goes through her bag and pulls out her lipgloss and adds a little to her lips. After the lipgloss, Teri pulls out her brush and slightly brushing her silky smooth hair. She finishes brushing her hair, spray some perfume on her, and then walks back out continuing to search for the main office. But she had to find someone who had been here long enough and knew where it would be.

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Name: Cash Braden Elden
Tags: Open
Feeling: Curious
Outfit: x
Clique; Singer

[center]I had already been awake for about two hours. The sun slipped into my room and I felt myself boiling under the covers. "Ugh, go away." I groaned heavily as my eyes flashed around my surroundings. I slowly rolled out of bed and slipped into the shower. Taking a quick, blazing hot shower I got dressed. After preparing myself for school, I headed out. Fortunate enough, I lived near the school. I could easily walk and I did so. The heat was slowly erupting under my clothing. I felt like I was gonna sweat to death. Soon, I arrived at the school. I looked at the magnificent school. 

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Name: Zander Coda Liness
Tags: Open
Feeling: Mischevious
Clique; Artist
Outfit: x

[center]I was a bit startled when caught off guard by another male. "Hello." I said rather harshly. I wasn't a person to talk to strangers and unfortunately enough for me, I was new. "Um..nothing, really." I said as I glanced down at my now uncomplete drawing. My eyes wandered back up towards the other guy. "I am..Zander..." I said slowly. Still debating if I wanted to talk or not. 

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Name: Hadley Riggin Jacobson
Tags: Reagan
Feeling: Excited
Clique; Singer
Outfit: x

[center]I skipped when the car released me. I clung onto my twin sister's hand. Dragging her behind me, we continued towards the school we'd be attending. I looked up at it in complete awe. "It's gorgeous, don't ya think Reagan?" I snapped my sister out of her thoughts. I heard her groaned slightly as her headphones fell out of her ears. It only made me giggle. 

[size=85]

Name: Reagan Rae Jacobson
Tags: Hadley
Feeling: Shy/i]
Clique; [i]Musician
Outfit: x

[size=100][center]I removed my arm from Hadley's grip. I clung to my guitar case and looked towards the school. It was beautiful. Hadley pulled me closer and I reluctantly followed like a horse. This place would be decent if I could find anybody to hangout with. 

[ravenblue;;]

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➳female|17|singer|where: main school building|Tagged: Flynn ➳
With bag slung around her arm, she took her first step onto the grounds of her new school, her light blue eyes scanning her surroundings as her magenta hair whipped around her head, swept up by the slight breeze. Not too shabby she noted, shifting the strap as she began to slowly made her way towards what looked like the main building. Trust me to forget the map on the first day she thought, smiling to passing people and trying not to look like a lost puppy. She wished people would stop looking at her, however having bright pink hair didn't do her any justice. As she neared the building, she heard the tune to a song she knew - Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots. She began subconsciously humming the tune, but after a couple of seconds the steady murmur became words as Tessa began quietly singing the song

"I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in..."

She was suddenly stopped in mid sentence as her foot connected with something, and she was sent crashing to the ground with a grunt of surprise. Sitting up and turning slightly showed that she had tripped over the leg of a boy, and a slight blush formed on her cheeks "Oh my - I am so sorry!" she said hurriedly, when she realised the music had stopped. So he was the one playing she thought, noting the guitar in his hands. "Nice playing, by the way. Hope your foot is ok" she continued, hoping she hadn't just made an enemy on the first day. Wow, great way to make a first impression, Tessa she scolded herself.

[ouija.]

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age: seventeen
crush: none yet
image: click
feeling: regular
location: main school building

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a l a s k a

Alaska stopped dead in her tracks to look the gentleman in front of her. Instantaneously her guard fell back down and she laughed softly. "You're such a dork" She said with a joking roll of her eyes. Alaska stepped inside and turned to check if her friend was following. Taking into consideration they were inside now, she casually put her hood down. The soft rumble of voices could be heard outside even after her friend shut the glass door. "New year, same crap eh?" She chuckled and looked to her friend. Thankfully her friendship with Andrew hadn't burned out like most relationships do over the years, otherwise she'd be subject to the agonizing experience of being alone and friendless on the first day of a new year.

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age: seventeen
crush: none yet
image: click
feeling: intrigued
location: main school building

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f l y n n

Flynn was cut off mid strum as his leg was shifted and he nearly dropped his precious guitar. For a moment he was angry, but that emotion instantly faded to sympathy as a pink haired girl fell to the ground in front of him. "Damn, uh, ya alright?" He pushed back the instinct to chuckle at the scene. She turned to him and he figured the moment was a good a time as ever to delay his guitar practice. "Don't sweat it, I'll be fine" He laughed softly "Thanks, nice singing." Usually it would be a surprise to be in the presence of someone with a beautiful voice, but at Lincoln Park, you got used to the future superstars.

[ravenblue;;]

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➳female|17|singer|where: main school building|Tagged: Flynn ➳

"Am I ok? Well that's an interesting question" She said with a smile. "Physically, yes - don't think anything is broken, but mentally? Hell, I'm on another planet altogether. Hence the whole 'tripping over your foot because this stupid new girl can;t watch where she puts her feet' scenario" She continued, her smile gradually spreading. "Glad your foot's ok though" She said, shifting her position into a less awkward spot, shoving a stray hair behind her ear. Her face turned to surprise at his compliment though, her eyes widening in surprise "Seriously? Gee, thanks" She said, honestly pleased. First compliment of the day - the first day - what a score! she thought. Sure, she had been accepted into this place based on singing, so she knew she had some form of talent, but it still surprised her to get complements. "Ok, sorry to go all 'annoying new girl' on you, but could you please direct me to the main office? I have to sign in" She asked hopefully.

[eleutheromania]

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[ seb ]
[ male ]
[ eighteen ]
[ heterosexual ]
[ theater ]
[ tags; none ]

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Ｓｅｂａｓｔｉａｎ Ｍａｘｗｅｌｌ

Even as a senior he still enjoyed beginning the year here, Sebastian had some ear buds in as he was listening to some music, his eyes down in the book in which he was skimming through. Life was good from what he could tell. Another day, hopefully some better people this year. He huffed, heading towards the school courtyard and dropping his bag down on the lawn, sitting down with it as he continued to flip the pages in the book. He had pretty much memorized most of the lines already, something he did even if it wasn't for an audition or anything in between. He supposed it was good practice but that was about it. It was not surprising when he started reciting the lines from Shakespeare, clearly not realizing he was doing so out loud instead of just reciting them in his head like he usually did. He grabbed a pencil from his bag and scribbled in a few notes here and there as he continued on, his words a mere mumble as he went through the act, not issues in remembering the lines at all.

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[ grant ]
[ male ]
[ seventeen ]
[ heterosexual ]
[ dancer ]
[ tags; hadley, reagan ]

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Ｌｉａｍ Ｇｒａｎｔ

You could say Grant had a habit of playing with his keys, he just couldn't be still to be honest. As he made his way to the front of the building he spotted two girls, one of which looked in complete awe of the place. He wanted to laugh, though knowing very well he could recieve a death glare from both, he didn't. He came up behind them and stood there as he spoke, having been totally silent in his approach and also not invading their personal pace. "You two must be new, not many people who go here for more than one year gawk at it in awe. So, what brings you to good ol' Lincoln Park?" His blue eyes sparkled with both mischief and amusement though he doubted they could see that through his sunglasses. The seventeen year old was good at making friends but keeping them was another story. Grant was a lot for one person to take in, let alone understand on occasion.

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Maar Nox-19-Theater

Maar's eyebrow twitched in amusement at the greeting. He glanced at the drawing, again wondering how some people could draw. Of course, he knew that some were just good at it, but it was still a question in his head. "That's really good," he nodded at the drawing. Maar wasn't good with the pen and paper for some reason. Acting? Heck yes he was good at it. Dancing? Eh, it was decent. Singing? Depends. Writing? Nope. Drawing? Big box of nope."I'm Maar," he smirked, glancing at Zan. "Mind if I sit here?" He sat down as he asked the question.

Cheyanne Brightheart-17-Writer

Cheyanne was forced to retreat closer to the school when a rather large group of students headed for her. Okay, they weren't actually headed for her, but they were too close and too loud for Chey's almost silent personality. She clutched her belongings and moved away from the loud group towards a tree. She sat down, taking her notebook out again, and then heard a voice. She looked up to see a male muttering something not far from where she sat. She raised an eyebrow, her multicolored eyes catching a Shakespearean book. A small smile came and she looked back down at her notebook.