Where Have All My Friends Gone? Closed

[absent]

ｔｈｅ ｕｎｍｏｔｉｖａｔｅｄ.

name vincent bolivar.
nicknames none, sierra used to call him vinny.
gender male.
age eighteen.

hair black.
eyes ice blue.
skin tone pale.
build lean, tall.
height six foot two.
body modifications some tattoos, including a dragon on his left shoulder blade, the words 'dreamless eternity' across his chest, and 'sierra' written somewhere amidst a few other tattoos on his arm.

personality vincent is laid back and care free. he doesn't seem care much about anything or anyone, not even himself, at least not since sierra's death. he's basically like an empty shell. they say that eyes are the windows to the soul, well not in vincent's case. his dull blue eyes that were once bright and full of life are almost always void of emotion, and he lives through each day like a zombie. unfeeling. impassive. dead. although vincent's obviously still alive on the outside, he could as well be dead on the inside. he prefers to keep to himself most of the time, but he does get lonely a lot. he is extremely ill tempered and is easily angered, and he lashes out at anyone if they even mention his sister's name. some of vincent's old personality traits still stayed with him, like his overprotectiveness, his humor, and his childishness, even when the rest of him changed.

likes drinking, smoking, tattoos, the night time, stargazing, playing the piano.
dislikes taking out the trash, when people talk about sierra, basically everything else.

history vincent used to be one of the most hard working, happiest people you could ever meet. when his sister died, he isolated himself from everyone else. he was so close to her, and was always the overprotective brother. they fought a lot over tiny things, but in their heart they both knew they would still love each other at the end of the day no matter what. the day that sierra died, they had a huge, pointless fight over nothing. vincent regretted it and hated himself for it as the last memory he had of her was her storming out of the house, crying.

sexuality straight.
crush/relationships none, yet.
family sierra bolivar - sister, annie bolivar - mother, david bolivar - father.

[BlameableAmish]

[[I am excited to get started, just one more person]]

[Saxhleel]

▌│█║▌║▌║Elliot Porter║▌║▌║█│▌

♨Name/Nicknames.
Elliot Porter. He will tolerate nicknames once he knows someone enough.

♨Age.
As of now He's eighteen years old

♨Gender.
Male, very male

♨Personality.
People tend to presume, just because Elliot's big and brawny, he must also be stupid, when this most definitely is not the case. Whilst on the outside he appears to be like any other Jock, full of testosterone and always spoiling for a fight. He seems like he'd bully others or try to make them scared of him. But if people just took the time to talk to him, to observe him overlooking this 'beef wall' they would find that he is actually a rather sensitive, gentle and really rather sweet. He can be quick to anger, but so can any hormonal boy his age and this earns him quite a dark reputation but after showing you're a proper friend he will open up and be quite sweet. He can be sarcastic and has a playfully nasty way of teasing others but also those moments he's like a lamb and finds himself flustered. He was brought up to be as respectful as possible, but still stand up for himself.

♨History.
Of course, Sierra's death took quite a toll on him as he was in love with her at the time, and he threw himself into Basketball once getting to high-school because it's a high energy, time occupying sport and although it started out as something just to keep his mind away from dark thoughts, he actually enjoys it. He also took up skateboarding but isn't anything to marvel at and sometimes in his spare time he will build small model planes. Which is something he keeps as a secret mostly since it's something he has to wear glasses for and he doesn't want to be viewed in any way as someone nerdy.

♨Family.
Elliot's family is of Italian decent but only his father's accent holds any traces of this. He is the oldest of four siblings, two younger brothers and a sister in between them. He would defend his siblings to the death and doesn't like anyone to 'talk smack' about them. They lived with their father the majority of their life but his mother recently came back into the picture.

♨Appearance.#
Elliot is tall for his age, standing at around six foot four inches and has a slightly above average weight since being athletic has increased his muscle weight also. He has relatively toned skin tones with a reddish hue over his nose and cheeks which is often thought to be sun burn from being outside playing basketball a lot of the time. He has 'dirty' blonde hair that is often tousled up in various styles just to keep it out of his face and rather vibrant green eyes. His arms and legs are flecked with scars from falling over or running through brambles either as a child or recently. His 'Usual' clothing is anything that he deems comfortable enough to wear, but is normally something casual like dark jeans and a shirt or sweater, but he will go shirtless if it's simply too hot and does obviously wear shorts.

♨Relationship Status.
Elliot is straight and currently has no crush or lover

♨Other.
He is scared of thunder, snakes and clowns.

[BlameableAmish]

[[Alright everyone! That means all spots are filled and I am excited to get started. I will try to put up my first post soon- but it may be a bit because I have theater soon and I cannot miss it. However, if I get it up yay. So go ahead and post even if mine isn't up yet.

Here are somethings you may like to know.

1.) Everyone's first post should be something along the lines of them getting to the high school to get on the bus.

2.) When you get to the high school, there is a paper that has your rooming assignments. All the girls are roomed together and all the boys are roomed together. And their cabins are right next to each other (the boys and girls).

3.) The cabins assignments are like this. Cabin 3a and Cabin 3b- "a" is girls "b" is boys. It means you all are now officially partnered through the entire week of camp. Boo ;P

4.) Romance is encouraged and drama. Just saying.

5.) Pm me if you have a problem and have a nice day ;P

I think that is all. ^-^]]

[BlameableAmish]

Keelan Amory
"The Daydreamer"
Mood;; Tired and irritable
Location;; Home and high school
Crush;; Elliot
Tag;; No one

The morning sun rays had no effect on the deep sleep that enveloped Keelan. Invading her dreams were vivid recollection of a buried memory. It was a stormy night, or at least that is what Keelan remembers. It seemed odd since it was the summer and thunderstorms usually didn't last this long. Her phone rang over and over again, but she was too busy looking at clothes in the mirror. She was tired of holding back her feelings for Elliot, and she would tell him later that night when they went to their secret hideout. Accept the voice on the other line told her later that Sierra Bolivar, a friends she envied quite a bit was lost at sea. Suddenly, she jerked her from her slumber was the blaring noise of the alarm clock. With a groan, Keelan peeked her head up at the clock which number's screamed 6:30 in red numbers. I am already late waking up, her mind reasoned, I should go back to bed. Sadly, Keelan chose today to remember she forgot to change the clock and it was still an hour ahead. This is why I am always on time for everything. She slapped the button on the clock that read snooze and sat up in bed. She really needed a new clock- this one was so broken that when she hit snooze it went off for good. She shuffled her way to the bathroom with sleepy eyes and began her morning routine.

Once she was showered and dressed in jeans and boots, Keelan made her way down to the kitchen. The dream was still affecting her in ways she could not explain. They always came near the anniversary of her death. She sometimes wondered if the others felt the same way too. The kitchen table seemed bare since her sister went to college. Her older brother was probably still in bed sleeping while Toby sat happily munching on a bowl of cereal. "Keelan," her mother said as she filled up her father's coffee mug. He was looking through some papers for what she assumed was for a case. "Yeah mom?" she said hesitantly. "Today is your camping trip right? Be careful. Have you packed everything?" Keelan wanted to roll her eyes but instead answered politely "Yep, packed everything and checked it yesterday. I am all set. " Her mother nodded, not really in the conversation. She could have said her packed a dead body and her mother wouldn't even realize what she said. She grabbed her bags and started loading them in the back of the jeep. Her mother would pick up the car from the parking lot later that day. Keelan came back inside to say goodbye and grab an apple from the dish. Breakfast was always the worst meal of the day.

Keelan jumped in the jeep and took off towards the school in deep thought. She idly wondered if the other people in her once friendship were going on the trip. More importantly, she wondered if Elliot was going. She had given up on the jock-wannabe, or at least that is what she says. Sometimes, whenever he would make eye contact, she couldn't even look at him back. I'm such a wuss. She took a bite of the apple and spit it right back out. She looked down at the red fruit only to realized it was old and bruised. She tossed it in her neighbor's trash can with her tongue sticking out in disgust. What a way to start off the morning.

When she got to the school, there were a few people already loading the bus they rented. It wasn't a far trip to the camp. Actually they would have to cross the very bridge Sierra jumped off of. Shaking her head, she hefted her heavy bags in the back of the bus with no help. She was nearly invisible to everyone anyways because her head was always in the clouds. She realized before she got on the bus, she didn't look at the cabin number she was in. When she walked up to the sheet, her whole body froze and became numb. Phoebe the queeney and Alex the rebel were in her cabin. Her once friends reunited at last, she thought with as much sarcasm she could muster up. These people who used to be best friends now barely looked at each other. Curious, she looked at the male cabin joined with theirs. No. F-ing. Way. How could all six of us be together? What were the chances? The odds? Was Sierra doing this to us? She wanted to groan, but all she could do was stare at the paper.

[[[[Okay that didn't take as long as I thought it would. A lot right? Sorry xD]]

[Saxhleel]

((My Appologies but I'm fairly new to the whole 'Semi lit' thing so my posts may be a bit underwhelming.))

Elliot touched the now sensitive skin around his jawline which was still stinging with the sensation of being shaved. Despite being only eighteen his heightened testosterone levels meant that he actually had started growing a beard at seventeen or so. He often tried to leave stubble because it made him look older and a little bit scarier, but he'd used a new razor and it had made him all baby faced again.
As he was about to close the front door he felt a circlet of arms meet about his waist and looked down into the large blue eyes of his sister and tilted his head at her like a confused puppy "What?" he asked her.
"I'm going to miss you..." came her small feminine reply. They were a close lot of four siblings and they seemed to look to him when things went wrong and for guidance because he was the oldest, especially her. He then put down his luggage and wrapped his arms about her then lifted her to his eye level, her being at least a foot shorter than he was "I'll be back before you know it?" He almost suggested and then hugged her tight "Go back inside, get dressed" he then told her without leaving room for her to answer and watched her hesitantly leave before heading off on his merry little way.

Upon reaching school he'd found he'd been musing quite a lot, some thoughts about the birds, some thoughts about the amount of people filing into that bus, some about Sierra... Wait? What? He shook his head, dismissing any unhelpful thoughts as he meandered over to the cabin assignments. Ignoring anyone around him, this was going to be a holiday for himself, he didn't need lots of people there with him, holding his hand like a toddler.

He skimmed his eyes over the cabin he'd been assigned and then tilted his head, he knew those names...didn't he? They were so familiar...

It wasn't until he reached the bus that he realized why.

[broken*]

~Phoebe Alexis Secret~

The Queen
The Popular
The Priss
The Perfectionist
The Smart
The Hard-Working
The Secretly Hurt
The Lonely

Sure, the beautiful blonde haired girl had always wanted to take her senior trip with the rest of her graduating class. She figured it would be camping in some beautiful place, as it always seemed to be, and, although she was a bit of a girly girl, she wasn't afraid of dirt like some. That's not where the problem lay, oh no. This trip was during the time of year that she typically shut herself in her room as soon as she got home every day, rarely talked at school, and her father would leave her dinner at her door, if he remembered. This trip was going to cross right over the anniversary of Sierra's death.

No one ever saw her pain, her weaknesses. Not since Freshman year. She had been so devastated by the death of her friend that she went into a deep depression. If Sierra couldn't hold it all together, how could she? That was how she thought, for Phoebe had always seen Sierra as the strong one, and she looked up to her for it. But no one saw her pain, no one cared to notice or comfort her. Her friends all split up, abandoning each other and her in the time when they needed each other most, and her father didn't even notice; he was too happy with his new wife and child, as always.

There never was a time that she felt more alone than the anniversary of that day. What people didn't know, however, is how good she was at putting on a brave face, at faking a smile, as she went on with her normal day. But she had no real friends anymore. Sure, she had her 'group', made up of the sport stars, the cheerleaders, the other student council members, things like that, but none of them truly knew her. She was alone, as always..

Sighing softly as she approached the school, her suitcase dragging on the ground behind her, she approched the awaiting bus. Her car hadn't started that morning, her father was already at work, and her stepmother just laughed in her face when she asked for a ride, so she had to walk. At least her navy blue TOMS were comfortable on her feet. She looked down at her light blue jeans, with a few 'fashionable' rips, and fixed her off the shoulder stripped navy and white shirt so it was in the right place. As she neared, she saw people arriving, including some of, well, them...

[absent]

the first thing vincent saw when he blinked his eyes open was his dad's dark brown eyes staring back down at him. "what the f-" he didn't get to finish his sentence as his dad burst out laughing and patted his head before walking away. vincent groaned and tried to roll over to get some more sleep, only to fall right off of the couch he was laying on. ah, he had forgotten that he had fallen asleep here last night.

vincent made his way down the hallway, feeling much fresher after getting himself cleaned up and taking a shower. he stopped outside sierra's bedroom. after contemplating it for a few seconds, he opened the door. nothing had been touched since she had last been here. her bed was still freshly made like it always was, her half studied textbooks were scattered across the desk, and her framed pictures of their old friends were still where they were standing before. vincent could almost feel her presence in the room as he stood unmoving in the doorway. instead of feeling grief and sadness for her death, now all he could feel was a hollow emptiness inside of him. he blinked and picked up one of the pictures, a deep frown on his lips in contrast to the happy faces in the photo. he could still remember when the photo was taken. still holding onto the photo, he stumbled into the kitchen and took his seat at the table. "vincent honey, don't you have that camping trip today?" his mom's voice brought him out of his trance. oh crap. vincent had forgotten all about it. good thing he already packed his things a couple of days ago already.

"be careful." vincent heard his mom say as he hauled his bags onto the bus. he could understand that she probably didn't want to lose another child. but he only rolled his eyes. it wasn't like he was going to die on a stupid camping trip. before he boarded the bus, he looked at the sheet of paper that had his cabin number on it. his eyes widened when he saw the names, and he groaned out loud. why does it have to be with them? vincent didn't want anything to do with his old friends anymore. perhaps it would be good to bond with them again? he shook his head, pushing the thought to the back of his mind as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and sulked towards the bus. vincent knew he looked like he was heading to a funeral today. black jeans, black button down, black sneakers. but he may as well be, since the anniversary of sierra's death was going to be in the middle of their trip. but if anyone dared to speak of her... he clenched his teeth and forced himself to stand up straight.

[MajorPoland]

Ramon woke up as his cat Marcus licked his face. He smiled and got up quickly. His mother was a solider and he probably inherited her discipline. Get up with the first rays of sun,get up when somebody tells you. All those things were normal for Ramon... And Marcus is the bets alarm clock ever. He doesn't make a noise,he just licks your face or trotter over your belly.Ramon changed clothes and went to the bath room.he was tried,because he was giving a concert with the local philharmonic orchestra yesterday.It was fun,but very exhausting as well...

After a nice breakfast with his father, Ramon made his way to school. Had had to walk,nobody would ever bring him to school,because his dad has to work and his mother...well...Ramon shook his head. He didn't want to think about that any more. He hadn't a suitcase with him,but a backpack for hiking. It wasn't the newest one,but it survived many adventures together with him. But for some reason Ramon wasn't happy to go away with his class this time. The camping will cross this one day. The day he always became sick and never went to school. And if he did...he never talked to anyone. At home he didn't talk to his father or his neighbour. He only played the violin then. He always saw it as a simple hobby,but since Sierra died it was like a drug for him. He played it to alleviate his pain,to flee to another world.

Before Ramon entered the bus he looked at the sheet of paper. Ramon gulped. Why I have to with them?,he simply thought,I'll just try to stay invisible to...them.... Maybe this would bring them back together?Ramon was torn apart.He wanted to get back his friends,but it will be never the same without Sierra.And he was responsible for her dead.

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Alex Wayde - The Rebel
«☼»
Female - Eighteen
Currently boarding the bus,
unenthused about the trip.

Alex had arrived at school early that morning somewhat upset, as her regular schedule had been disrupted. Her normal day consisted of waking up, getting ready in a specific order, eating a quick breakfast with her parents, and catching the bus to school. She was not on the bus that morning, though. Instead, her parents had insisted on taking her to school, if only to make sure that all of her things were packed away on the bus. At least, that's what they had said. They had really wanted to warn the adults of Alex's little problem, her Aspergers and rebellious nature. After all, new things and stressful situations could cause their daughter to 'fade out', or have an episode. They just wanted the adults to be more aware of what could potentially happen while they were away. Alex had known the truth of it all though, because she had overheard them speaking in hushed tones from the assumed safety of their bedroom. Maybe we shouldn't have agreed to let her go, her mother had said, sounding a little nervous. Her father had insisted that Alex needed this experience though if she was going to grow up normal. Off they had went then, with Alex in the back left hand seat instead of her normal seat on the bus- third row, right side, inside seat. The one right in front of the emergency escape window.

As Alex had left her parents' car and walked towards the bus, she had easily carried her belongings, walking with her adoptive parents right behind her. They had stayed back to speak to one of the chaperon's while she had given her belongings to someone else, someone who was loading the bus for the students. She could barely hear their murmuring voices as she boarded the bus, not offering more than a wave and a stoic look before turning and walking down the isle. They didn't have a seating arrangement, but the seat she normally would have claimed was taken. She decided that, instead, she would sit alone in the back of the bus, something she was simultaneously happy and upset about. After all, on her other bus she sat in the third row, right seat, next to the window. In this bus, she sat in the second to last row, left seat, next to the window. It was wrong, almost all of it. At least she was alone, and was next to a window, whether it was the right one or not, she told herself.

Looking around, Alex saw some of her would-be friends, the very people that had quickly abandoned her when she needed them the most. They had all decided not to be friends anymore, but Alex? She had needed them, had wanted to stay together to get over Sierra's death together, not alone. Yet what was she to them? She was Sierra's weird friend, the one they had put up with rather than really enjoyed personally. Sierra had been her best friend, almost a sister, but the rest of them? They hadn't really cared about her, at least in her mind. It was pretty obvious wasn't it? Real friends didn't give up on each other like that sorry lot had. The thought of it made her mad.

Such was the start of a very long trip, one she wasn't happy about going on..