{weston high}{high school rp}{o+a}

[Litwick]

⮚R Y A N N , S O L A R S⮘
➢ Nationality(English)
-Car
(New Student)-Female-Seventeen(Junior)
-Musician, artist
-Hetrosexual
-Semi Mute/begenning to talk-
Mentions; TAGS; Atlas ,

“shh.. I’m counting sheep” she mumbled sleepily, as he shook her she jumped in fear, backing up from him and staying a safe distance. She sighed, safe distance? Of course he was safe, he was caring towards her and she’s been nothing but a damn burden. “No no, get those gorgeous eyes of yours back onto the road” she yawned while gently patting his cheek, her eyes still half closed before she felt an agonizing pain in her head. “Oh my God” she mumbled under her breath, hoping he didn’t catch it as she didn’t want to worry him. The same pain struck again and she cried out in pain. She grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly, “it hurts, but I’m fine, it hurts.. but I’m fine” she said, more so to herself than him but she ran her thumb over his knuckles. She didn’t want him to worry about her, she didn’t understand why a caring and loving boy like this had to put up with her. “No no” she mumbled flinching back and reeling her hand back in fear as her eyes were shut tightly. “No no, no” she mumbled in a weaker voice, the memories flooded back, the ones she thought she forgot. The ones that involved the cracked and painful bottles, the cold horrifying hands.. and his stupid blue eyes. “No” she whimpered out, now pulling her feet up onto the chair as she clutched her knees. The only thing repeating in her head was how it was her fault-how everything was her fault-how he lost his job, how he lost his car-business-his wife. “I’m sorry!” She cried out, as if he could hear her, she couldn’t put up with this anymore. She forgot about Atlas completely, however the thought of him still fresh in the back of her mind as she croaked out in a hoarse voice, “I’m sorry”

⮚ D A N I E L , N E T T S⮘
Nationality(Canadian)
-Lunch room//bleachers
-(New Student)-Male-Seventeen(Junior)
-Musician, Artist
-Hetrosexual
-Anxious/Friendly
Mentions; -Roselyn , Thomas,-
TAGS; Amandla

Daniel sighed tho, putting the ten dollar bill into his pocket- he probably left the impression of him being a snobby rich kid-which he was the total opposite. The new house they'd moved to was a bungalow, although, it did have a few leaks and the ac didn't work, he was humble, and even his outfit was one that was lended by a cousin... That ten dollar bill was just extra for himself if someone was to demand for his lunch money-or lunch, it was $10 out of his life savings which was only 30. He worked for it, doing the neighbors work and getting a few dollars here and there, but he'd do whatever to lend his mother some because he wanted to help with food-the house-and his little sister, sometimes he'd not even eat because he wanted to give his family his food, ever since they moved his mother hasn't been able to find a job, after all, his father-who was divorced from his mother-took the most valuable things and their money along with him. He let out a small sigh-perhaps he was right, nobody liked him-he didn't even know why he wasn't homeschooled. He averted his gaze before turning to Amandla, "I-uh, is it okay if I-I sit with you?" he asked, keeping his distance.

[fluffypears]

atlas mayfair
male | junior | artist | location; car | tags; ryann

atlas bit his lip, concerned eyes watching as ryann cried out in pain and grasped his hand tightly. he hated that all he could do was sit and drive; he wanted to help her, to take away all of the pain. when she jerked her hand away, curled into a ball, he sped the car up. atlas winced as she whimpered, then yelled, wanting nothing more than to pull over and hold ryann, but she was losing a great deal of blood and very unstable. he had to continue on, though he turned to ryann, and spoke.
"hey, look at me. you're safe, you're okay. it's not your fault. you haven't done anything wrong." his tone was serious enough to gain her attention, but it had a sweet, calm edge to it. he let out a sigh of relief when the hospital finally came into view, and gave ryann a warm, reassuring smile.

[Litwick]

⮚R Y A N N , S O L A R S⮘
➢ Nationality(English)
-Car//Hospital
(New Student)-Female-Seventeen(Junior)
-Musician, artist
-Hetrosexual
-Semi Mute/begenning to talk-
Mentions; TAGS; Atlas ,

"Yes I have, Oh boy have I done so many things wrong" She pouted calming down and crossing her arms. She caught view of the huge white building, her nerves now becoming hotter as she flinched at it. The last time she'd been in a hospital was to visit her mother, her mother was on life support-her father only showed to pull the plug.. She could've had a chance-if she hung on-but she didn't and her father took Ryanns heart and her Mothers pay checks to cope. She let her legs down, yet her hands still seemed shaky-for she was nervous and all-but what did her friend think about the situation? In his eyes she must've been a complete embarrassment and annoyance. But, he offered her what nobody had in a while, so when they were a few stop lights from the hospital she ignored the horrible throbbing-the aching coming from her head-and her hand reached out to hang loosely in his. And this is how they drove-she didn't say a word-make a sound, because she didn't want to ruin the silence. But as the blood started to drip from the bottom of her chin onto her clothes, she let out a huff-partly pained. But she ignored it, for the boy beside her had all of her attention, and so she gave his hand a squeeze-which seemed to be weak hence her state, and locked her fingers with his own, playing with the intertwined hands with her other hand as she smiled-the pain was thick, but she could care less at this moment.

⮚ D A N I E L , N E T T S⮘
Nationality(Canadian)
-Lunch room//bleachers
-(New Student)-Male-Seventeen(Junior)
-Musician, Artist
-Hetrosexual
-Anxious/Friendly
Mentions; -Roselyn , Thomas,-
TAGS; Amandla

Daniel sighed tho, putting the ten dollar bill into his pocket- he probably left the impression of him being a snobby rich kid-which he was the total opposite. The new house they'd moved to was a bungalow, although, it did have a few leaks and the ac didn't work, he was humble, and even his outfit was one that was lended by a cousin... That ten dollar bill was just extra for himself if someone was to demand for his lunch money-or lunch, it was $10 out of his life savings which was only 30. He worked for it, doing the neighbors work and getting a few dollars here and there, but he'd do whatever to lend his mother some because he wanted to help with food-the house-and his little sister, sometimes he'd not even eat because he wanted to give his family his food, ever since they moved his mother hasn't been able to find a job, after all, his father-who was divorced from his mother-took the most valuable things and their money along with him. He let out a small sigh-perhaps he was right, nobody liked him-he didn't even know why he wasn't homeschooled. He averted his gaze before turning to Amandla, "I-uh, is it okay if I-I sit with you?" he asked, keeping his distance.

[Strawberry.Wyne]

•σlívє
Female|Nerd|17 years|Location;; Cafeteria|Tags;; Leo
Olive smiled at him and held one of his hands as she took another bite of her burger. “When are you going to be able to talk to them about joining the team?” she asked and looked at him after she had finished chewing her food. She watched him as she took a long sip of her milkshake.

[fluffypears]

atlas mayfair
male | junior | artist | location; hospital | tags; ryann

atlas felt warmth return to him as the other gripped his hand once more. but he could see the hint of guilt in ryann’s eyes. “don’t feel bad about this, alright? i don’t mind helping you,” he said gently, squeezing her hand as she did the same. his eyes returned to the road, cheeks warming when she focused on their joined hands, finger lightly stroking his knuckles. beneath her touch his nerves jumped; it felt nice. her exclamations of pain had him stepping on the gas pedal a bit more, and after a minute or so they finally pulled into the parking lot of the emergency room. luckily, there was a spot close to the entrance, and atlas quickly pulled his keys and went around to ryann’s side. he reached for her, helped her out. he could tell she was nervous, so he sent a smile her way, just briefly squeezed her shoulder in reassurance. “they’ll take care of you, you’re going to be okay,” he said as they began walking.

[Litwick]

⮚R Y A N N , S O L A R S⮘
➢ Nationality(English)
-Hospital
(New Student)-Female-Seventeen(Junior)
-Musician, artist
-Hetrosexual
-Semi Mute/begenning to talk-
Mentions; TAGS; Atlas ,

She stepped out, staggering before catching herself as she closed her door. She followed the boy, earning strange looks from strangers her hand found his again and it seemed as if she had to hold on so he didn't disappear. Ryann synchronized her steps with his, meeting his eyes and sending him a worried-but hopeful look towards his comment. They walked to the door, she was unable to pull it open though as her body grew weaker so pressed the automatic button, pulling him in behind her. She felt bad-her hands had some blood on them and she was getting him dirty-"Sorry" she mumbled, dropping his hand before heading to the emergency unit. She walked up to the desk, conversing with the woman, "ID?" she'd ask, Ryann handed over her student card though-she wasn't from here so she was worried. "The problem?" she asked, "M-my stitches popped" She told her, her voice a bit shaky and she had to admit-she missed the warmth of the boys hand. "Alrighty, here-" She handed Ryann a damp warm cloth, "Keep that on the wound, I'll have you in soon" the woman assured, before looking her friend up and down to which Ryann sent her a hard glare. She gently grabbed the boys wrist and brought them to two empty seats near the back wall. As she sat she crossed one leg over the other, dropping his wrist as her hands shook slightly from nerves, "You c-can leave back to school if-f you want" she mumbled, averting her gaze onto her feet that she kicked in boredom like a child.

⮚ D A N I E L , N E T T S⮘
Nationality(Canadian)
-Lunch room//bleachers
-(New Student)-Male-Seventeen(Junior)
-Musician, Artist
-Hetrosexual
-Anxious/Friendly
Mentions; -Roselyn , Thomas,-
TAGS; Amandla

Daniel sighed tho, putting the ten dollar bill into his pocket- he probably left the impression of him being a snobby rich kid-which he was the total opposite. The new house they'd moved to was a bungalow, although, it did have a few leaks and the ac didn't work, he was humble, and even his outfit was one that was lended by a cousin... That ten dollar bill was just extra for himself if someone was to demand for his lunch money-or lunch, it was $10 out of his life savings which was only 30. He worked for it, doing the neighbors work and getting a few dollars here and there, but he'd do whatever to lend his mother some because he wanted to help with food-the house-and his little sister, sometimes he'd not even eat because he wanted to give his family his food, ever since they moved his mother hasn't been able to find a job, after all, his father-who was divorced from his mother-took the most valuable things and their money along with him. He let out a small sigh-perhaps he was right, nobody liked him-he didn't even know why he wasn't homeschooled. He averted his gaze before turning to Amandla, "I-uh, is it okay if I-I sit with you?" he asked, keeping his distance.

[Teen_Wolf_Addict]

Leo Hale/Male/Straight/Single/International Student/Tags:Olive

Leo smiled "Hmm I don't really know maybe later today but if I can't join the team I am going to be mad" he watched her eat as he thought for another moment "You know it is making me feel weird because I could probably eat that in 4 bites" he grinned

[Strawberry.Wyne]

•σlívє
Female|Nerd|17 years|Location;; Cafeteria|Tags;; Leo
Olive shook her head “There’s no reason why you wouldn’t be accepted, they’d be lucky to have you,” she said, looking down at one of her nails and picked off a hangnail before glancing back up at him and laughed at his statement. “That’s because you have such a big mouth,” she teased, followed by another laugh and shook her head once more as she ate more of her burger.

[Teen_Wolf_Addict]

Leo Hale/Male/Straight/Single/International Student/Tags:Olive

Leo said "I mean I am pretty good at it" he watched her studying her every movement he shrugged "Maybe" he smiled at her he looked around "So what is your next class"

[Strawberry.Wyne]

•σlívє
Female|Nerd|17 years|Location;; Cafeteria|Tags;; Leo
Olive pulled her schedule out of her bag and unfolded it, scanning the classes quickly for her next one. “Uhhh. AP math,” she said with a smile when she finally found it. She liked math, always had. She looked up at him with a tiny head tilt “What class do you have next?” she asked, looking into his eyes.