cold spaghetti. closed && beginning.

[Despondency.]

Current mood;
Bored

Current outfit;
Her usual

Current location;
The bus

Everything else;
No crush
18
Holly was happily reading, occasionally taking sips from the red vine. She was getting quite into the book when she saw someone enter the bus. And walk to the back. Although he wasn't next to her, she liked to have a large personal bubble. She was inspecting the strange person that had invaded her bubble (that took up the whole back). Looking at his face more closely, she knew who he was; Mattson. She didn't like him exactly. She just liked the fact that he also enjoyed his personal space, so probably wouldn't try to strike up an awkward conversation. But then again, she almost finished this book and, god forbid, talking might be the only thing that would keep her sane. She might say Hello, or nod. Whether he replies is up to him. She shrugged. Before going back to reading, she took another sip from her coke and red vine. She was looking up from her book from time to time, to see if he reconized she was there.

[wonderlandwolf]

{ this is halloween, it is actually against chickensmoothie rules to post links like outfits in roleplay posts
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mood :: amused
tagged :: coen
location :: bus
love interest :: x
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if we stand as one, there's nothing to fear. we'll

beat the darkness, and we'll stay right here.

xxxxxxxxxxxx -pokémon, my best friends
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with her back up against the window, primrose had her short legs out in front of her. ankles neatly crossed, primrose easily made herself at home. but her hearing the faint sound of something spilling, primrose glanced up, looking at coen. watching him switch seats, she moved her legs ever so slightly. primrose as she was didn't take up a lot of space, due to her shortness. listening to him, a hint of amusement made her way into her eyes, though she kept a str4aight face. oh, that's a shame. primrose spoke sarcastically, though there was amusement in her tone. putting her attention back onto her 3ds, primrose couldn't help but glance up to watch his antics. seeing him take out his phone, her sneaky eyes caught sight of the large red netflix screen. also noticing no headphones, primrose knew he had intentions of playing it anyways. hearing sound soon after, primrose turned her 3ds volume on high, music from pokémon x playing loudly next to the two. putting her gaze back onto the console, she continued to play.

primrose didn't pack much; most of it was for her entertainment. a 3ds, laptop, gameboy advance, phone, earbuds. all were essentials, as she knew she would still be staying up late at night. the other stuff in her small duffle bag was her clothes and other health and beauty objects.

[minho]

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ℂoen ℬryce ɴickels

when you left she was wreck cause
she said you left a mess but you
said that'd you be back home didn't
want to see her alone and you bet
she took your word cause she said
you'll never learn. all the things
that you put her through, don't
know why she's coming back to you.

eighteen | single | mr. winter

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sarcasm kills, but it adds great amusement to conversations and allows you to get a hint of what the person might be like. it was easy for him to hide a smile and prevent shaking his head to and fro. entertained, yes. impressed? not so much. however, give credit where its due and she had definitely earned some points. these thoughts were roughly disturbed by familiar music...pokémon? aha, what a nerd - a sarcastic nerd with a strong personality, to say the least. coen touched his screen and put the show on pause, turning to primrose he smiled forcefully with obvious fake kindness. "i take it you don't like netflix or any of the shows it has to offer. likewise, pokémon is mainstream and the music easily nestles inside one's head. whereas i am slightly surprised you've managed to land a 3ds with sound quality of the greatest clearness, you're totally ruining this suspenseful show for me. you're distracting me from kevin bacon's great acting." coen said with slight movements of his shoulders. it wasn't like he wanted to disrupt her gaming - or maybe he did - but to simply enjoy a well-developed show. and, the brown eyed senior might have been somewhat jealous of the game. not the game itself, but the game in general. to his dismay his mother and father signed him up for this trip. if it wasn't for that, coen would be at home wrapped in blankets while playing assassin's creed: revelations. for two weeks, coen was forced to be social and active. apparently, playing lacrosse wasn't enough.

[acacia.]

Jack Steele|19|single
~trying not to miss the bus~

Jack lazily lifted his head off his pillow as his alarm rang for the third time that morning. He turned and glanced at the time. 4:22. His eyes widened immediately and he lifted himself off the mattress, nearly falling off the bed in the process. He took off the little amount of clothes he had on and practically flung himself in the shower, not even waiting for the water to warm up first. After managing a 10-minute shower, he took his time drying off. One of his biggest pet peeves was putting on dry clothes when you were damp. Once completely dry, he slipped on a nice outfit with a fantastic hoodie and fluffed out his still-slightly-wet hair with the towel. He flew down the stairs and poured himself a cup of coffee, successfully spilling it everywhere. "Sorry for the mess!" he called to his parents- wherever they were in the house. After dumping loads of sugar in the cup, he threw a dish towel on the puddle of coffee on the counter and began to wonder where his keys were. Upstairs- somewhere in the bed.
Leaving his coffee, he climbed the stairs again and made his way to his room. Flinging the blankets off, his eyes scoured every visible surface for his key lanyard with no luck. "Damn," he cursed under his breath as he stood for a moment, trying to remember where he put them.
The brunette ran back downstairs to find his dad watching early morning television. He searched the bookshelf that was the designated "important item" area, finding no sign of his keys. "Have you seen my keys?" he asked, kneeling to look under the shelf. A familiar jingle rang throughout the room before something small hit him in the back. "Thanks," he said, grabbing his lanyard and racing out to the car, picking up his coffee on the way out.

Nearly fifteen minutes later, he haphazardly parked his dad's car -a green lotus elise- and grabbed his duffle bag before closing the door. Normally, he would've driven his own car, but that got totaled last week and was still in the shop, awaiting its repair. He pulled the strap of his duffle onto his shoulder and walked quickly to the bus, every exhale able to be seen due to the cold. Tipping his head to the bus driver, he climbed the steps and looked for an open seat. Although he spotted quite a few familiar faces, none belonged to anybody he'd ever had an actual conversation with. He eventually picked one between the middle and very back on the right side and slid into it, dropping his bag on the open space next to him. Resting his knees on the seat in front of him, he snuggled into himself, holding his still-warm coffee with both hands. His plan for passing time on the way there? Sleeping.

[broken*]

((I did not realize we had begun, I was gone all day. May I have a quick recap so I can jump in??))

[minho]

♥;; since the bus leaves at five in the morning, characters are waking up early and getting ready for the bus trip ahead of them - packing, taking a shower, finding a seat. so, that's a good way to start. so far, there are free characters to talk to and sit by besides coen and primrose seeing how he spilt his hot chocolate just to sit by her. some people are sitting in the back of the bus, some near the middle. your character could take a seat next to someone, i suppose...if you feel like interacting. once every one has posted for their character at least once, then the bus will depart from the school. c: yeah, i hope that was a good enough recap && extra tid bits of information as well.

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xxxxxxxxxxVeronica Skylar Madison

Where; Bedroom
With; No One
Feeling; Bored
Doing; Getting Ready

xxxxxxxxxxThe beautiful blonde girl tried her best to sleep through her alarm clock, even going so far as to yank out the cord out of the wall to get the loud noise to stop. Of course, it only gave her a few more moments of peace and quiet, before her mother came barreling into her bedroom, banging the door against the wall, stalking over to the windows, which she yanked the curtains away from before opening, allowing the sunlight and fresh air to enter. Next, the tall woman walked over to her daughter's bedside, yanking off her covers, which she literally threw completely off of her. "Time to get up. NOW." She said before leaving the room. Veronica let out a groan of displeasure but did as she was told, not wanting her father to come in with a bucket of cold water. Don't believe her? He'd done it before, more than once, unfortunately.
Shaking her head to clear the thoughts away, she wandered towards her bathroom. No, she was not going to shower, for she would not have enough time to blow-dry her hair, she had done that the night before, wanting to look the best for her first day with these strangers from her school. Her hair was naturally entirely straight, so she did not need to bother with straightening it, merely putting on her makeup. Foundation, lipstick, and liquid eyeliner. They were really just the basics for her. Running her hand through her hair, she smiled at her reflection, before heading back out and grabbing her clothes. A pair of dark blue, ripped skinny jeans, with a white long-sleeved t-shirt that had a leopard print pair of lips on them, as well as a matching pair of leopard print converse high-tops. Grabbing her bags, she left her bedroom, dragging her things down the stairs and out the front door, where her father was waiting in his car for her. She gave a soft sigh as she packed up her things before slipping into the passenger seat, mumbling heatedly, "I wish I could at least bring one of my pets.."

[wonderlandwolf]

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mood :: amused
tagged :: coen
location :: bus
love interest :: x
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if we stand as one, there's nothing to fear. we'll

beat the darkness, and we'll stay right here.

xxxxxxxxxxxx -pokémon, my best friends
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primrose had to admit; she was highly amused by this lad. but of course, the pesky girl was amused with almost everyone if she pushed their buttons. well, if you would like, i could gladly blast my chemical romance instead. your pick, either one works for me. primrose spoke, looking up at him with a satisfied, yet calm and collected look. she was half hoping he would pick the music instead. due to the loudness of the alternative rock band. but, she figured he would speak back with a witty sentence that made him seem more intelligent than he really was. if the three weeks were was pleasant as this, primrose could last. but it was more if the others could stand her adventurous and pesky nature. she hadn't wanted to go on this trip; like the many others. while visiting from her homeland in england, they signed her up after seeing flyers for it. primrose couldn't stay entirely mad at her parents, as they were as kind and innocent as two little puppies. so, leaving behind her roommate and best friend, two other close friends, and three pets to go on this rather odd trip.

[o n g a k u ♫]

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having only remembering that he was supposed to go to a ski trip that his mother had forced him to go, the boys name was Derek and he was rather worried and in a rush at the moment. He sped walked over to his closet and pulled out a green and black striped sweater, he pulled it over his head and put it on over his white t-shirt that he had been wearing the night before. Derek went a grabbed some blue jeans and slipped them on, after a moment of taking a break as he had a just woken up he sighed and held his forehead in his palms of his hands. He felt the moist of his hands and his forehead combine and make him a bit more warmer than he was before. Derek got up slowly and forced himself out of his room and into the cold and empty hallway, he looked over at the clock and saw the time. There was about fifteen more minutes for him to get there, he lived close by so supposedly it wouldn't take as much time as others though. He walked into the bathroom and washed his face and combed his hair with the cheap comb he had bought at the dollar store about a month ago, it was falling apart but it was still make his hair rather good looking. Being rich and rather selfish he lived in a big house, and also had many things that surprised many people. Derek scratched his head and then ran down the stair, he grabbed his white coat and the bag that was next to the door. It wasn't at all heavy, he swung it over his left shoulder and walked out of the house with a cream color to it and a bit of tint color in some places. Derek started to walk, he could see the school where he was at, it was about a five minute walk so he would most likely get there on time. He jogged a bit just in case if they were going to leave a bit more sooner than they had planned or maybe so he could get to know the people he was going to spend three weeks with. Derek walked up to the bus, he was almost out of breath even though he was jogging but he wasn't as athletic as some of the other boys at the school. He walked up the steps and it was a still a bit cold in there, he decided he would keep his coat on, he walked at the first seat that wasn't taken and looked around.

[acacia.]

((bump))