~The Rich Girl and the Poor Kid~ 1x1

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~The Rich Girl and The Poor Kid~
{{Katniss and I posting ONLY}}

Some kids were born into wealthy families, always getting whatever they wanted since birth. Some kids struggle to survive everyday, on their own and still only teenagers. They're from totally differend universes, yet what if they were to meet and start to fall in love? Would the rules of popularity and money and everything else be overruled, or would the teens fall back into the same trap, both's hearts being broken?. And where did it all start, anyways? Why, at an audition for the Royal Arts Academy, the best Performing Arts school in the Country.


~Rules~
I'm not going to bother, we know all of each others rules by now XD


~Form~

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Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Rich or Poor?:
Personality: (May put, "To Be Rped" Since we're lazy ^^)
Brief History:
Other:

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~Reserved for my Character~


Username:
Kale_dragon_keeper
Name:
Phoebe Alexis Secret
Age:
Seventeen
Gender:
Female
Rich or Poor?:
Insanely Rich
Personality:
To Be RPed
Brief History:
Born rich, the wealthy life has always been the only thing she knew. She gets what she wants, when she wants it, with no excepions, period. With her mother being a former model and the creator of Victoria's Secret, and her father being one of the best lawyer's in the Country, money has never been a problem for the family.
Other:
She has MANY pets, that you will later on meet ^^

[winchester.]

Me-He Watch me jump and look Schmexy Color me Blonde I'm No Addict
Username:
Katniss Everdeen
Name:
Christopher Sydney Ryan
Age:
Eighteen
Gender:
Male
Rich or Poor?:
Eh, I wouldn't say poor, but I'm not rich either. So, yeah, I'm fairly poor.
Personality:
To Be Rped
Brief History:
Eh... I was born in a sea-side town in Australia. My mom died in a car crash when I was six, so I didn't understand. My dad raised my in a getto neighborhood from then on, all because he quit his job. I had an older brother as well. When my mom died, he was twelve. Now he's around seventeen, and I'm eleven. I joined a couple gangs, skated, and danced. I saved up for a guitar, and I play. But, my passions are hidden. I'm just the kid who skateboards, beats up punks, steals from people, and preforms.
Other:
I have a black and blue tattoo on my right bicep, of a treble clef. Its pretty big, takes up the whole thing pretty much.

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(Yayyyyy we shall begin <3)

Phoebe woke up fairly early that morning, hearing her own voice singing an origanal song from her i-home alarm clock. She smiled softly, humming along until the song ended, before finally pulling herself out of bed and yawning, stretching her arms behind her head. She got up and walked over to the side of her room, which was entirely made for her babies <3 Walking over to the first Bed and gently tickled the tiny creature on the back of the neck, waking her up instantly and causing her to smile. Phoebe then walked to the second Bed, and pulled back the curtains, smiling as she stroked his head lightly, waking him up as well. Both of them jumped out of their beds and the girl giggled, pickign them up as she let them lick her face. Oh, how she loved her little pomeranian puppies <3 Princess and Prince. "Okay guys, the audition people said you could come with me today! Yay! ButI have to get ready, so why dont you go downstairs and have Rhonda make you something tasty? I think its chicken today." She smiled, putting them on the floor, and instantly the two shot out the door. Phoebe giggled again then turned and strode into her huge bathroom, turning on the shower, slipping inside the hot water.

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((BUMP))

[winchester.]

Ω Christopher Sydney Ryan Ω
Ω Male Ω Dancer/Singer/Musician Ω Poor Ω
“I'm not telling you. It's not that I don't trust you.
Not that I don't love you, or don't belive you.
Not that it's a huge secret, and I don't want it to get out.
It's just, if I really tell you...
You won't understand a thing.

I groaned, pulling myself out of bed,
running my hands through my hair. Getting up, I took a quick cold shower,
putting on a black tank top and some black shorts, with a white stripe down
the sides. Brushing my teeth, I watched my reflection in the full length
mirror. Eh, good enough. It was just a stupid audition. Putting on a
black flat cap with a red brim, I grabbed my white backpack, and slug it
over one shoulder. Snatching up my skateboard from the corner of my
small room, I grabbed the letter. Walking to teh door quietly, I went out,
running till I turned the corner of my street. Looking behind me once,
I looked ahead, dropping my board. I kicked off, watching everything around
me. Doing some simple flips of my board, and spinning, I came closer. I slowed
down, taking care of watching everything around me.

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Phoebe quickly took her shower, making sure to shampoo and condition at least three times before getting out. She quickly set to work blowdrying her hair and let it stay natural, in pretty little ringlet waves. Then she applied some pale peachy colored Lipstick/Gloss, did her eyes gorgeously (Eye Stuff), and quickly painted her nails sparkly with pink flowers, using a quick dry Nail Polish. Rushing out of her bathroom, she slipped into a cute yet slightly vintage floral/peachy Dress and some stunning Heels. She grabbed a BIG pink Purse, which was seperated down the middle and had pockets in the front and back that contained her keys, phon, ipod, etc. She then grabbed two little outfits for her dogs and her sparkly Guitar, running down the stairs and calling to her dogs. She put a Tux on Prince and a Dress on Princess, then scooped them into her bag. She already had her audition letter in her PINK Lamborigini, which she rushed out to and slipped in, quickly driving to the school. She parked in a front-row spot she had had previously had reserved for herself, and slowly got out of the car, the wind catching her hair just right and making it blow around as she smiled confidently, slinging her guitar over one shouler and her puppy-purse over the other. She noticed everyone nearby sort of stop and stare, and that just made her hold her head up high, confident as ever.

{{I think this is the girliest character I've ever played XD}}

[winchester.]

Sighing, i stopped my board. I had sent in my guitar so nobody took it. It wasn't special, just an acoustic/eletric mix, all black with white and red highlights when it hit the light. Gulping, I skid my board to a stop, seeing a group of people pointing at something. SHoving through them, I saw a glance at a girl. Stupid rich people... I thought, instantly seeing her. She drove a bright pink lambroghini, and held a sparkling guitar, walking with her head held high, ahir swishing so 'dramatically'. Rolling my eyes, I walked away, ignoring looks my way. Going inside, I saw a bunch of guitars in cases. Gulping, I took mine, in a simple, cheap brown hard case. Walking to my first audition, musical instroments, I waited outside the door, eyes wide as I stared at the large hallway.

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Phoebe noticed all of the people staring and pointing, and giggled a bit, an adorable sound, to herself. It was already obvious she was the richest kid here, and probubly the most girly, but whatever! She was her and no one could ever change that! Unless her parents went broke for some reason... But she highly doubted that. Her eyes landed on one, admitedly hot, guy who arrived on a skateboard, and gave her a discusted look before pushing past everyone and entering the school. Phoebe shook her head lightly, locking her car with a push of the button. He looked like the typical hot badboy, who was too cool for school, and was in a gang or something, so why in the world was he at this school? The girl shook herself free of the thoughts, smiling at some girls who were cooeing over Prince and Princess, then walked confidently into school, her high heels making a loud 'click, click, click, click' sound on the tile flooring as she walked. Coming to her first audition room, which was for musical instruments, she smiled a bit, now too into her thoughts to notice she was standing next to the boy who had glared at her earlier. She was so excited! She had been practicing for months to nail each of her auditions, and could only hope and pray the judges, as you could call them, liked her. Suddenly, little Prince barked, and Phoebe looked down at him, cooeing lightly as she stroked his chin. "Whats wrong boy? Do you want a treat for being so good?" She giggled a bit as he reached up and licked her nose, slipping a little dog treat from her purse and handing it to him. "There's a good boy."

((SOOOO GIRLY!! Dx))

[winchester.]

I looked up as I heard the clicking of shoes, and rolled my eyes at the girl. Really, she had to be joking. Dogs... The things looked like rats, "Your f**k*ng kidding me, right?" I said to her, folding my arms tightly across my chest, my back pack and guiter on my back. I glared down at the tiny little hairy potatoes. Really, dogs? What was I getting myself into... Unless it was a German Shepard or a big dog, over eighty pounds, they were fluffy rats with to much bark for their bite. Turning around, I waited. It hadn't even opened yet... Which meant I was stuck here... Behind a bunch of high hopes and a fluffy potatoe...