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[Time.Child]

<3 Kathryn Rose LaPoint <3

Kate turned away from her locker for a moment to scan the crowded hallway. Most people seemed to be chatting among themselves, a few people, like herself, watching from the safety of their own lockers. Kate licked her lips lightly, a matter of habit, and pressed them together in a firmly neutral line. Her bangs were clipped back safely, away from her face, so not to droop in her eyes. This made it impossible for her to hide behind them, as so many others did. Kate was thinking about her brothers, something she had been doing a lot lately. Kody and Kendall were always ones to start fights... What she most remembered about them was that they were always fighting. Kendall was 19 now, and Kody 22... or something around that age. She turned back to look at the items in her locker with her icy blue stare. She sighed ever so quietly, shutting the door with a soft click. She locked it, placing the dial exactly on zero, as was her habit.

[grim.]

name:
"Zoey Sarah 'SnowBeast' Zane. Don't wear it out."
age:
"A number probably. Just kidding, I'm nearly seventeen. Still sixteen though."
gender:
"Hmmm, like Shay said. i think you can figure this one out yourself."
sexuality:
"Straight."
personality:
(This is difficult. I'm going to have to roleplay it out because I'm basing Zoey's personality on my own. I can type one out if you need one though, but it'll be really brief.)
likes:
Good Music - "It's my life, if I didn't have it I would die."
Snowboarding & Winter - "Essential, and winter has to be cold, really cold."
Skateboarding & Fall - "I lived in Canada, and believe it or not it's not always winter there so I took up skateboarding, and fall is my favorite season."
Plaid, Board Shoes, & Hats - "They make my life complete."
Pepporoni Pizza, Orange Crush Slushies, and M-80 Monster Energy Drinks - "Just my favorite foods."
Tattoos - "I just love them."
dislikes:
Bad Music - "Like stupid fother mucker Justin Bieber, and Lady Gaga... grrr..."
Bad Snowboard Bindings & Boots - "The bindings'll break, and the boots are uncomfortable or wear out super easy."
Bad Skateboard Trucks - "..."
Jocks, Preps & Phonies - "I hate them. Bunch of posers, pretending to be something they aren't...."
Summer & Spring - "Summer is too damn hot, and sprin in Canada is always so friggin' muddy."
Stripes & Dots - "Just annoying."
Dresses - "I will never wear a dress... unless it's something really special, like a wedding on something."
Law/Rules Enforcers - "They just piss me off, always nagging about stuff."
stereotype:
Skater & Tomboy.
crush:
"No one right now. Shay's a really, really close friend and we hold hands, and hug all the time but we aren't dating or nothing."
other:
"I've got this tattoo, and this tattoo, and this tattoo."

[aberdeen]

[{all accepted. I swear I'll post soon but I'm really not in a great mood so it will most likely suck... xP just warning everyone.}]

[liz-]

OOC: I really wanted to roleplay

[grim.]

(It's okay. Haha, I get those moods too.)

(@Liz I can RP with you if you want, I'll have to use Zoey though.)

[liz-]

OOC: I have Elizabeth, they could meet eachother (:

[grim.]

(Sounds good. You can bump your last post up if you want, and then I can post with Zoey after I get her's all designed and figured out.)

[aberdeen]

{{here i scraped up enough muse for a post. I figured it was time to finally ring the bell for class. lol}}

Chris River

"With the lights out,
it's less dangerous.
Here we are now,
entertain us.
I feel stupid and contagious.
Here we are now,
entertain us."

Chris had also zone out a little as he watched to punk girls as they walked by him and Shay, his head even turning to follow them as they walked on past them. He regonized one of the chicks; had hooked up with her a party during the summer and now she prebted she didn't even know him. Thats the thing Chris like about punk girls; most if them were just like him. Only looking for fun and nothing serious at all. Chris failed at relationships more than he failed at school.
He glanced back to Shay as he started singing to the familar Rise Agianst song, Chris was a huge Rise Agianst fan and respected Shay more that he knew he had a good taste in music. Thats usually how Chris judges peoole by their musical taste. Chris raised one pirced eye brow at him when he asked what kind of music he liked and laughed alittle. "Did you just ask the punk guy what kind of music he liked." Chris joked, he figured Shay was just trying to make converstation. "Punk rock mostly, but post-hardcore, alternative, and grunge are all good to." he awnsered. "How 'bout you. Sing anything but Rise Agianst?" he asked shoving his hands in the pocket of his jeans.
The bell rang all of a sudden, Chris wasn't expeting it and jumped alittle. After a summer being away from the annoying thing it was alittle weird. "Oh crap." Chris muttered under his breath. His first class was english not a subjet you wanted furst thing in the morning. He didn't start walking right away. He wanted to show the teacher what they had to expect from him right from the start. "What class you got first?" he asked Shay. As the hallways started to slowly clear out.

Hello, hello, hello, how low? Hello, hello, hello.

[liz-]

Elizabeth
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise."

Elizabeth walked to her class room. She looked over the punk guy one last time, then entered the room. She sat on the first chair, as always. People would pass by her, and wouldn't even notice she was there. She sighed, picking her math book. Elizabeth had good grades at almost everything, so, it was really easy to her. During the class, her body was there, her mind no. She wasn't feeling okay. Maybe she was too anxious for nothing. She took a deep breath and stayed there, until the end.

OOC: Sorry for the small post, i had no good ideas >.<

[Panic!]

{I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did she get all confident?"}

{Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it}

{Thanks!}
Scarlett heard her alarm clock go off for the forth time this morning. She groaned, and covered her ears with her pillow. She didn't want to get up, she just wanted to sleep all day. What made it worse was that she was going to need to go to school. She hated school, it just wasn't her thing. She slowly opened her eyes, them burning from the sunlight that was pouring through her windows. She would need to get up now. Sighing, she dragged herself out of the bed, her feet feeling as if they weighted a ton. She slowly dragged her feet and walked into the shower. The hot water might have woken her up, but she still wasn't exactly peppy. After her quick shower, she got dressed into a spaghetti strapped and then a looser top on top that showed her shoulder. She slipped on some skinny jeans, and put her converse on. This was just a usual outfit for the average teenager. She quickly got her school things, and walked downstairs.

No one else was up in her house, but she liked it that way. It was a lot quieter without anyone bothering her. She made a cup of coffee and grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl. When the coffee was done, she quickly poured it in a thermos and put some milk and a lot of sugar in it. She could tell she would need it. Taking a bite of her apple, she started to make her way out to her car. She sighed, as she started it up and pulled out of the drive way. She wasn't the best driver, but the ride was always fun. She sped down her block and quickly got to her school in record time. Everything seemed the same as she took on of the last open spots in the front. She had to cut someone off to get it, and they weren't to happy about it, but she couldn't care less. She got out of the car and threw the empty apple core near the bushes. It would decompose she told herself. Sighing, she continued walking towards the prison cell she would stay in for the next six hours.







{I wanna be free,
I wanna be loved,
I wanna be more than you're thinking of}

{Everything seems to be estranged when you're alone}

Justin was perfectly balanced on his skateboard as he rode to school. He wanted a car, but this was an ok ride for right now. There was nothing like the wind running through your hair and your legs scarred with cuts from fail attempts at jumping over things. He got to school on time, a first in a long time. He smiled, picking the board up and stashing it behind a bush, his usual hiding spot. He didn't really care, he knew no one would take it. He had only one book, and that was a multipurpose note book. Nothing else but a pen.

He walked into school, his eyes quickly gazing over people as he quickly pushed past them. It was to many familiar faces, and he was pretty well liked. Yet, he was a loner, he didn't like being tied down to a certain group. A few people smiled, waved, and gave a friendly hello; he responded with a smile, a nod, or a,"Hey." He didn't put much effort into his greetings, but they worked. Smiling, he got to his locker, which had a few more things like text books, and more notebooks he didn't really use. It just filled space. Don't get me wrong, he loved school mostly since he enjoyed knowing things and he got to see friends. It was a perfect deal. He put his notebook in, and looked at the door. It was bare except for a small scaled poster of a band he liked, Falling in Reverse. He just shrugged it off, and grabbed a different books, along with the homework he had finished yesterday during lunch. He was a nerd, but he didn't like to call it that. He was an intelligent bad*ss. He closed the locker and then stood against it as he looked over his notes again.