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[♈Aries♈]

ivory lucy carter
talking to quentin
peaceful
xo

ivory thinks for a moment about how to reply. she then lifts her head and turns it slightly to the right as she talks to quentin. "Y'know what... I used to play volleyball in grade school! I kinda sucked at it but whatever... Oh and then for one year I had decided I wanted to be a cheerleader." she fake-shudders dramatically. "Worst. Experience. Ever." she says with a chuckle. "All jokes aside, I'm also pretty good at acting. Once again, coming back to music... I really like musical theater." she says with a slight glint in her eyes. ivory glances over at the jocks tossing around a football on the field. "I really doubt you play TOO many sports, I wish I played more..." she admits as she looks down at quentin. for a while now the red color had gone from her face a now only her natural tan remained.

[Sonder.]

[ Oh snap, you guys XD What did I miss? ]

[kida.]

Malibu Clarence + seventeen + plastic + tagged;; scott.

malibu smiled as she wrapped her arms around him when they hugged and the released them and listened to what he said. " my day, " she said before she began to think of an resomable answer, " my day has been fairly interesting, but the gossip isnt freash, its the same old stuff, well from what i have heard it is, " she said and began to run her fingers through her hair and stare into scotts eyes. she smiled a little before parting her lips to speak, " and you, how was your day," she said softley.

malibu continued to stare at him looking him up and down and catching into his eyes, he was perfect. she began to twirl her finger around her soft glossy blonde hair as she stared into his eyes once again waiting to hear his response.

i had no idea what to right, and i didnt want to blabber on about nothing :3

-- i might have by mistake over typed my last post... and now its gone ,, all well :3}}

[amithethird]

(Sorry about that. I was over at a friend's house and then my mom made me do some yard work. :3
I skimmed the past few pages and from what I can understand, the jocks are congregating on the bleachers, the preppies are meeting for lunch at a cafe? IDK. The others just seem to be wandering around by themselves. I'm not sure. Like I said, I skimmed.)

18
Jock
Talking to fellow jocks
School bleachers
Single/Crushless

Eric Palmer

The morning had gone about as well as expected. It was the usual grind of trying desperately to pay attention in class and still managing to understand nothing the teacher was saying. His mind drifted off to all sorts of strange places and he was just bored out of his mind the entire time. He was glad when the bell finally rang. He saw Romeo wink at him, which startled him momentarily, enough to ignore the fact that his binder was teetering on the brink of disaster. It started to fall and he scrambled to catch it. Papers fell out and he cursed. Well then.

He picked up his binder, put his books away, and hurried out of the classroom. As he made his way down the hall, a few people looked at him but for the most part no one paid him much attention. A few guys said hello or waved and Eric waved back. Nothing special. The nice thing about being a jock that didn't make a habit of pushing people around for no reason was that no one picked on him and no one seemed to really hate him. Of course some would just because he was a jock, but at least he hadn't given them a reason to.

He figured the guys would be out on the bleachers so he headed for the football field. Sure enough Romeo, Scott, Quentin, and Malibu were there talking. Quentin seemed to be talking to a girl playing a guitar. He rolled his eyes. Always the flirt. Scott and Malibu seemed to be doing their weird, sticky sweet bf/gf thing in public. Again. No surprises there. He dropped his backpack and sat down on the bleachers with the guys.
"Sorry about that. My binder decided then would be a good time to fall and get paper everywhere," he said, "So what did I miss?"

[duckworth]

((Uh... Pretty much what PurpleInkFeather said. I'm not good at absorbing information. It would help to know which clique your character is in. c:
I'm on my mobile guys, so this post is going to be really crappy. ;c I've got a wireless keyboard, so it'll be a decent length, but I can't code at all on my mobile. :p Got off my lazy butt and onto a computer and edited it. :p))

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Quentin grinned when Ivory started talking about volleyball and her attempt at cheerleading. He laughed when she shuddered comically, saying it was the worst experience ever. "Cheerleading can't be that bad," Quentin pointed out mildly, "and I like some cheerleaders. They're... happy, right?" He laughed and set his backpack down on the space next to him. He had barely realized that it was still slung over his shoulder. Quentin remembered why he liked talking to lower-ranked people sometimes; they were just so much nicer than the populars. The plastics were actually really mean to inferior people, and so were the jocks. Of course, it wasn't all the time or all the people, but still.
"Let's see here..." Quentin furrowed his brow, thinking. "Soccer, football, swimming, basketball, tennis, lacrosse, hockey," Quentin counted with his fingers. "That makes seven sports. Of course, I don't play for all seven sports for the school. I'm on varsity for football, soccer, and lacrosse. The other four I just play for local teams that aren't as serious as varsity. I could have done varsity for all of them, but that's insane and I would probably kill myself from overexertion."
Quentin glanced over when Eric set down his stuff next to him. Turning to Eric, he grinned warmly. "You didn't miss much. The others are just tossing around a football. And I'm on break from football because of my shoulder. Dislocated," He frowned at this, sighing through his nostrils.

[♈Aries♈]

ivory lucy carter
talking to quentin
peaceful
xo

ivory smiles at quentin and when he turns to the other jock she looks down at her guitar with a sigh. she begins to strum the lyrics to what she likes to call the best song ever sung, imagine by john lennon, without even noticing. here's the thing about john lennon, to ivory he's basically god. yea he's the reason the best band of all time broke up, yes he did marry a horrible tone deaf japanese woman. but hey, who said people were perfect. ivory didn't care... he was part of the best band ever and wrote the best song ever sung so obviously he is of importance to ivory. she dreams of someday making such an impact on the world as he did. but of course those are only dreams. you may say she's a dreamer, but she's not the only one. hehe, it's funny because that's a lyric in imagine. oh, you don't get my joke? oh... well then.

[totally tyrannical.]

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19
band geek
single
no crush
restless
speaking to;

Emery drummed his fingers on his desk, his turquoise eyes darting to the clock for what seemed like every second. These lectures were so painful to live through. Especially when you were that one person who couldn't sit still or listen to the teacher ramble on for long. Five more minutes left of class... Emery paid no attention to the teacher. Instead his mind wavered, being placed on many things, like how his parents were doing, where he was going to sit at lunch, or how much homework he would be given. Finally the bell rang. The boy jumped to his feet and grabbed his binders, almost running out of the classroom. He was he first one out, or one of them. Quickly Emery rushed to his locker and fumbled with the lock, grumbling something under his breath. Eventually he got it open and shoved some things inside, pulling out a few things he needed for the next classes. Once he had everything taken care of, the teen walked to lunch kind of slowly, cursing under his breath at the nervous flocks of little freshman who seemed to bump into every little thing.
Finally he had reached the cafeteria. Emery waited impatiently in line, tapping his foot on the ground, like he always did at lunch. When it was finally his turn he ordered something quick, paid, and rushed to an empty table. He usually sat alone, of course no one wanted to talk to a band geek. They'd be defined as a 'loser' or something, or they were just afraid to approach them. Jeez, they weren't diseased or anything. Emery sighed. Well, it didn't really matter. Wasn't like there was anything really interesting to talk about with other people. He started to eat absentmindedly, his mind wavering again like it had in class.

[Sonder.]

[ My character, Saxon, male, is an artist clique type and he's open CX Anyone up? Male or female from any clique. I don't mind XD ]

[totally tyrannical.]

{ Emery's open. He's in the cafeteria. }

[Sonder.]

{ Emery's open. He's in the cafeteria. }

[ Okay :3 What clique group thingy is he in? I can write better knowing that X3 ]