ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｂｅｌｌｓ||ｓｅｍｉ ｌｉｔ||Open!

[dionaea]

Recap please? I'd like to know what's been going on

[slccat]

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She tilted her head slightly, the sound of the words he spoke of were so foren... so Unfimiller. It must have been bitter, all of it, to roll off his toungh and say to her.
Sam's baby blue eyes watched, in half shock, half terror of what she just witnessed, as Marcus got up and left the room. Before she knew what she was doing, Sam was on her feet, and heading out of the room, the sound of the teacher's plees to get the two of them back into her room were falling upon deaf ears as Sam followed him.
"Marcus! Wait up!" She called, her backpack making a weird humping motion as she ran down the hall, trying to catch up with the unfimiller chap, that just asked for a kind gesture.
Finally, she was by his side, before she reached out, grabbing his hand, and yanking him to a stop in the middle of the empty hall. "I am so sorry. I just... Let me explain."
Reaching up, she ran her fingers through her hair, letting go of his hand, not wanting to be forceful. "I just... Guys dont really like spending a lot of time with me. Its not that im a wallflower or anything, im just, as they call me... weird."

[duckworth]

((Haha, yeah, I'm with Zoe, I'm going to need a recap. c: Is anyone open to rp with Quentin and/or Blaise?))

[slccat]

((Haha, yeah, I'm with Zoe, I'm going to need a recap. c: Is anyone open to rp with Quentin and/or Blaise?))

I have my guy open, his name is Gryffen ;;

[duckworth]

((Cool. c: Mind if I start with Blaise? And should the characters just kind of meet at the lockers or something?))

[slccat]

((Cool. c: Mind if I start with Blaise? And should the characters just kind of meet at the lockers or something?))

Sure, that sounds cool. I think he is just getting his books, nothing interesting ;;

[|| Ghost ||]

OOC: I have my character, Elena open. She's just on her way to class. She could bump into Quentin (: ?

[|| Ghost ||]

ｅｌｅｎａ ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ

F | 17 | Tired

Quietly, I walked to my locker. I could feel their eyes on me, and it made the nauseous feeling in my stomach start to come back full throttle but it was easy enough to push it back. It still hurt to think about my parents, but I had gotten used to it enough not to cry in public anymore. For some reason, everyone felt obligated to remind me about something I was all too aware of. All I wanted was to forget about it. Even for just a minute. Maybe that sounds bad. Maybe it sounds selfish. But I really didn't need to be reminded about what I had lost. Considering that I was more effected than anyone here, I didn't see the reason why they should feel so guilty. It's not like they led that stupid deer into the road, or guided my dad's feet to the gas and the spinning of the wheel. Crap. I'm thinking too much.
Quietly, I groaned to myself and closed my eyes to get a hold of reality. I can't linger in self-pity forever. I have to start somewhere. So I shut my locker and I shoved the books into my bag as I started on my way to my first class, plastering on a fake smile.

[Dragonette_11]

{ Recaping; From what I know, I think people have mainly just been talking. I can't place whose with who, however o.o

R O W A N.

{PRIM AND PROPER
THE CHARMING PRINCE OF FOOTBALL
THE BLINDLY LOYAL

ROWAN sat quietly, watching Abi for a long time before parting his lips to speak. "I suppose it is almost mathematical, no matter how much I wish it wasn't." he mumbled, nodding in agreement with the girl. At her next words, he paused, wondering if she was, in fact, making him an offer. "I don't know. I've been through so many tutors. Why? Are you offering to help me? I'm telling you right now, I'm not the easiest person to deal with." the boy warned her. The boy went back to being quiet, dropping his pale gaze to his hands, which were twiddling absently.

Ａｂｉｇａｌｅ Ａｎｎｅ Ｊａｃｋｓｏｎ

Sixteen ~ No Crush ~ In the Library ~ With Rowan

When one learns the Basics of My Life,
and the Unveiling of the Silhouette,
one may venture Into the Depths of my Soul,
and Enter the Realm of my Heart

Abi sighed and shrugged a bit. "I don't know. I don't like seeing people upset in any way, just brings me down, if you know what I mean," she explained, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs, fiddling with a loose thread on her shorts. "It's just an offer, though. I don't mean to push you into it," she added after a few silent moments, looking down at the ground and then back up at him. Her eyes averted to the hall way now, seeing if the crowds were thinning out.

[duckworth]

((All right. :p I will get it started then. c: Quentin can talk to Elena; thanks Ghost. cx Hope it's all right that I made Quentin and Elena in the next class. I needed something to have them talk. :p))
((@Zoe: Yeah, I skimmed through the pages, and nothing important has happened except for talking and stuff. It's a bit like the exposition in a story; people are just getting to know each other. c:))

Outfit

at Gryffen's locker

no crush/unattached

feeling embarrassed

Blaise took a deep breath and opened her locker. Another day, another dollar, she thought to herself miserably. She ran a hand through her thick, blonde locks. She had curled them today, and they fell around her shoulders like a golden waterfall. She fiddled with the mirror in her locker, and saw her own pretty, popular reflection staring back at her.
Her eyes were decorated with black liquid eyeliner, dark purple eyeshadow, and her already long lashes were even thicker with her mascara. Blaise looked down at her outfit today, and fixed her dress. It was dark, with a lace flower pattern on the entire dress. A soft, knitted scarf was wrapped around her neck. Black earrings dangled from her ears, and black stud earrings were in her second piercing. Her black platform booties completed her look.
Do I look too goth today? She wondered absentmindedly while shoving her books into her matching backpack. Blaise sighed and twirled a piece of her hair around her long, delicate finger. She closed her locker slowly, still a bit deep in thought. She hated thinking shallow thoughts, but she was forced too. As one of the popular girls in the school, Blaise had to worry about what people thought of her since everyone was always looking at her. They were always expecting things. She loved being popular because everyone knew her and she had lots of friends, but she didn't want to ruin anything by acting or being... not popular. Probably the most stressful was picking out her outfits. She dressed like a model almost every day.

Blaise shrugged her now-full backpack onto her slender shoulder. She spun around and began walking down the hallway, now thinking about her next AP class. It was so much work, all her AP and honors classes. And then there was also volleyball practice after school, which was right before field hockey, and after field hockey, there was soccer. Blaise's muscles already felt sore. All these thoughts were racing through her mind when she suddenly crashed into someone. Tripping, she landed right on top of the poor victim.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I did not mean to bump into you!" Blaise blinked and stared into her victim's eyes. She recognized Gryffen's light blue eyes. "It's totally my fault, Gryffen, I am so sorry." She held out her small, manicured hand to offer to help him up. Her bird tattoo showed on her bare left wrist. Her large, blue innocent eyes widened in an unspoken apology.

Shirt Shorts Shoes

walking with Elena

no crush/unattached

feeling friendly and happy

Quentin closed his locker gently. All his books were in his backpack. He was on his way to his next class. This backpack is kind of heavy. He thought to himself. He began to pleasantly whistle. Whenever he whistled, he got happier. Well, whenever he did a lot of things he got happier. Whenever Quentin did his impressions, he got happier. Whenever he talked to his friends, he got happier. It was actually really kind of easy to make Quentin happier because he was just a naturally happy person. An imaginary golden retriever tail wagged behind him.
Quentin strolled through the hallways, waving to people he knew. It was mostly popular people and other jocks that he knew, and a few cheerleaders too, but he said hi to normal people too. Quentin loved people. He was a social person and he loved making friends. Quentin didn't care who you were; if he liked you, then he would be your loyal friend.
Quentin noticed Elena, who was in his next class. He jogged over to her, his new black Osiris sneakers squeaking against the school floor. He had on a dark Hollister shirt, with matching shorts. His dark, thick hair was messy, but in a cute, attractive way. His eyes were especially blue today, bordering on indigo.
"Hey there. It's Elena, right?" He smiled in a friendly way. He adjusted his backpack on his shoulder, making it more secure. He returned his attention to Elena, blinking his cobalt eyes are her. "I'm in your next class."