disturbance

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[{ annah.]

[ This is a private roleplay. ]

[{ annah.]

Name; Steevie James Kanes
Nickname; Steev
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Personality; Steev is quite spontaneous and isn't one to plan everything out. This sometimes causes things to go badly for him, but he isn't afraid of punishments. Steev has very little respect for authority or anyone he doesn't know very well. He doesn't usually interrupt during class, except for the occasional smart comment. Steev isn't very afraid of what others think and can be a bit too much to handle sometimes. He isn't the type who is always in a relationship. Actually he hasn't been in many relationships at all. Steev isn't the kind of guy that you can walk up and talk to without possibly leaving with a bruised face. He puts up this act as a guard. This way, he never gets hurt.
History; Steev lives with his father in a small apartment and has lived there his whole life. His mother left not long after he was born. His father has worked at his brother's auto body shop and now that Steev is old enough, he has a part-time job there.
Biggest fear; Going to jail. Though he would never admit to it.
Biggest dream; To get a real job and have a simple life. He doesn't think about what he wants to do with his life all that much.
Theme Song; Waiting For The End - Linkin Park
Other; N/A for now.

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(can we start now?)

[{ annah.]

[ Sure. Go for it. ]

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Gwen walked up to the school. she could feel her mothers eyes on her the whole way into the building. It's not like she was going to go rob a bank! she sighed and went over to her locker. it was her first day back at school after 'the incident'. that was what her parents called it. she put her stuff inside of her locker and shut it keeping only her notebook and a textbook. she started down the hallway

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Stɘɘviɘ Jɑmɘƨ Kɑnɘƨ
Steev pulled the black 1969 Trans Am into a parking space. He parked the car at the very back of the parking lot, that way there was little chance of there being some idiot parking next to him and scratching the old car. Steevie killed the engine and pulled out the keys, shoving them into his pocket. With a heavy sigh, he pulled his worn, half-empty backpack onto his shoulder and pushed open the door of the car. Stepping out, he then locked the doors with his keys and walked across the pothole covered pavement. Looking up at the large school building, he pondered about what could happen today. Ascending the stairs leading to the front door, Steev pulled open the large and slightly heavy glass door. Walking leisurely inside, he saw that most students were already here. He looked around at all the people in the main corridor and suppressed a smile when he saw a few freshman whispering and looking at him. His smile quickly faded as he saw that the warning bell was about to ring. Steev decided he might as well get to his locker and get going so the day would hopefully end faster. Twisting the combination lock on his locker, he quickly entered the code, 17-27-71. Click. The lock quickly opened and Steevie opened his locker door. Inside, there were a few empty notebooks, textbooks, and some broken pencils. Quickly pulling out two textbooks, a notebook, and two halves of a broken pencil, he then headed towards his first class, United States History. Br-ring! Br-ring! The warning bell sounded and many students began rushing to their classes. They now only had three minutes to get to their first hour class. Steev walked slowly through the crowd of people, not minding that he was making many people dodge around him. His class was practically on the other side of the building and he knew that even if he rushed he would probably be late. Not long after the last bell of the morning rang, Steev walked into his history class. "Mr. Kanes. Nice of you to join us, but I'm going to have to ask you to please go to the office. This is the seventh time this month that you have been late to my class." said Mr. Hindour, just after Steevie had stepped into the classroom. Steev nodded and then mumbled under his breath, "I don't mind missing your class. So, no harm done there, Mr. Hindour." Turning back out of the classroom, he then walked toward the office.

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Gwen knew she was late. She sighed but still walked slowely. It wasn't like she was missing anything important. She noticed someone walking towards her. in the wrong direction. she ignored him and kept going. she looked at all the classroom doors and hoped she would remember where her first class was. she really didn't feel like detention but she knew she was going to get it anyway. She absentmindedly twirled a lock of hair around her finger as she walked. she thought about the reason she had missed a month of school. she shook her head as if to clear the thoughts.

[{ annah.]

Stɘɘviɘ Jɑmɘƨ Kɑnɘƨ
Making his way across the school, he only passed a few people. Most had been teachers or their assistant. Although he had passed one student. It was a girl, about his age, with a slightly puzzled look on her face. Steev wasn't sure he recognized her, but she seemed slightly familiar. He pushed the thoughts of the girl away as he opened the solid wood door to the office. The secretary, Ms. Sands, looked up from her desk. She had dark orange hair, in a rather short and spiky style. Steevie put on the best forced smile he could manage. Ms. Sands was quite the push over if you were nice to her. "Why are you in here this time?" she asked with a rather comical irritated face. Steev dropped his backpack and books into one of the waiting chairs and sat down in the one next to it. "Seventh time I've been late to first hour." he said with a small smile to the secretary. Ms. Sands sighed heavily and began scribbling on a small slip of paper. "Here is your slip. Mr. Dover should be out of his meeting in the next few minutes." she then said to Steev as she held out the paper to him. Steevie stood up and took the paper out of her hands. Sitting down again, he began looking over the very familiar slip of paper. Knowing Mr. Dover, Steev could be sitting here five minutes or twenty minutes.

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Gwen finally reached her classroom. she sat down but the teacher didn't yell at her. She barely noticed Gwen was late. She just told her to sit down. Gwen could feel people staring at her. Only a couple actually knew why she hadn't been in school but she was sure that there were plenty of rumers around. Gwen opened her notebook and began to write. she didn't really pay attention to the teacher. The teacher went on about some old guy who did something historic while Gwen wrote. she glanced at the clock. there was still a long way to go. she sighed quietly and looked back down at the book. her phone vibrated but she was forced to ignore it