яιveяvιeω нιgн ;; cliques. romance. accepting.

[teeshirt.]

↳ **Livia** **Eighteen years.** No Crush yet ~Undecided.~ -Outsider- ↲

Livia sighed, still in need of some friend to be around. She knew she just wass jealous of those Barbie's with all their followers under their noses. Remember you aren't one of them anymore. You are an outsider, you know how to make friends. she thought, standing and leaving al of her things on the floor. Running a clamy hand through her hair, she flushed through the halls. She was in search of a friend, which she was going to find.
With a grittful grumble, she shuffled along, not in the mood for school unless they would teach you how to make friends the easy way. Her glassy eyes were clouded, masked, and marked, though you couldn't see past the hurt facade. She would never understand herself, but she just felt unhappy and angered.
She tripped over her own feet, clammering to the floor on her butt, making it numb for the next five minutes. "I never thought making friends was so hard." she growled, wishing she could find a potiential friend who was a lot like herself. Demon. Mean. A secretly hurting child. All of them would fit her....and possibly the person she would need for a "BFF".
Banging the numbing pain from her head, she stood once again, at least able to stumble along the halls. There had to be someone skipping. And if they were skipping it had to mean she had the right friend. Unless...Unless it were a Barbie. Barf. Barfety Barf Barf!
Her nose crinkled as she muttered curses under her breath.
She made herself think of friends. Ok, freaks are okay...better than prissy queen bees. Deliquents? No, they were dirty minded creeps who would only make her get in more trouble than she was already was in. Other ousiders? Best choice, but there weren't many. Start with the freaks to see how it works. Her mind played out as she stormed through the halls to get into a random class that she possibly shouldn't be in.
Stopping at the gym double doors, she pushed, slamming into the gym and pulling on a smart alecy smirk. Perfect, just perfect. Now find someone with the same personality and work from there.

[je ; t a i m e]

Thanks. You don't have to, though. I'm fine with it the way it was.

- a n a l e ι g н - v a n n e ѕ a - p a r ĸ e r -
{ we ѕтopped looĸιng ғor тнe мonѕтerѕ υnder oυr вedѕ wнen we realιzed тнey were ιnѕιde oғ υѕ. }

The brunette nodded, tilting her head and arching an eyebrow. She'd never really shopped at a store like that; it was always the higher-priced and higher-classed stores that she stuck to. Hell, she thought. It wouldn't kill you to try, right? With this reassuring thought fresh in her mind, Analeigh smiled. "Then let's go, shall we?" She straightened her dress, a tiny thing she'd just barely managed to escape the house in, and waited for Arabella to lead the way to her car. "Shotgun!" the Barbie exclaimed quietly, a mischevious smile tugging at her lips. Leigh noticed a teacher approaching- possibly just to pass by, but he looked as if he was concentrating on the group of girls- and swore. "C'mon, girls, let's get to the front before anyone else notices us." She walked down the nearly-empty hallway toward the front entrance, her heels clicking against the linoleum floors.

[ghost;]

[[Now wait, wait. Since I haven't gotten any RP replies for any of my characters, whom are all in classes, may I ask where everyone is so that I may jump in with someone?]]

[teeshirt.]

(Livia is in the gym now, but not for class....xD)

[Panic!]

αʋ∂яɛʏ яαмsαʏ
{Seventeen}{Loner}{Straight}{No Crush}{In Class}{Mood:Tired}

Audrey was in the hall way, making her way towards Math, her least favorite subject. She just wasn't great with numbers, she thought she was dyslexic with numbers. Was that even possible? It sure sounded dangerous. She had a coffee in her right hand, her iPod in the other as she walked down the long hallway towards her classroom. She scrolled up and down the list, not knowing what to listen to at the moment. Finally, she just gave up and hit shuffle, waiting for something to come up. She took a sip of her coffee and continued down another hall. This place was a dungeon with never ending tunnels.

She passed her brother, he was walking with a group of his "friends". She would rather call them the barbarians, they sure acted like them. He didn't acknowledge her; she didn't acknowledge him. It was just like this, every day when they passed each other, not a wave, not even so much of a glance in each others directions. Whatever. Fine with her. She ignored him and continued walking towards whatever room number that class was in. She knew she would probably be late, but she didn't really make an effort to walk any quicker. Sure, her grades were important to her, like any other good nerd, but she wasn't going to obsess about one small late on her report card.

She was questioning why she was even going to class, she wasn't going to learn anything new. She knew her brother also had a problem with this, her family usually didn't want to do anything they felt was unnecessary to do. But, unlike her brother, she usually tried to stay on the good path, and do the right things. She knew he wasn't going to class, he only liked going to classes that he liked, which was lunch, gym, history, and English. Not whatever he had now, which was government. She didn't even know why he was taking that class, there was no way in the future he was ever going to take that.

She walked into the math room, her teacher staring at her with death eyes. She was good in school, teachers didn't always love her though. She just ignored the stare and took her usual seat behind some boy who always seemed to fall asleep, some girl who was always reading a book, and to the right of another boy actually paying attention. Do you see the diversity surrounding this child? Her seat was also near the window, making it easy to distract herself from the boring math teacher's lesson. Her iPod droned out the teacher, and she didn't mind all to much. What was it today? It all looked like numbers to her with more confusing signs. She didn't care either way. Deciding to take out her ear buds, she took out her note book as well to make it seem more believable that she was working. She could always use that good participation grade.

ɛℓι яαмsαʏ
{Sixteen}{Jock}{Straight}{No Crush}{Wakling around}{Mood:Eh...}

Eli was walking around the school with his buddies. They were rambling on and on about the game last night. He wasn't paying much attention, though he usually did. Sports were a lot to him, him being a Jock, but not everything like some of these guys. He knew almost all of them were counting on a sports scholarship to get them into College. He didn't care really, he knew his parents left him some money to get him started. And though his sister's grades made his look like fails, he knew he would be able to get into at least the community college. And he was fine with that, an education was an education no matter where you get it. At least that was what his teachers told him. He didn't listen to them either.

He was just strutting down the hallway, knowing he should be in class. That little voice at the back of his head was cursing him out for doing this, yelling, ELI! Get you're butt to class right now before you get us both in trouble. He didn't really listen to that voice though, it was more of an annoyance at the back of his head. Sometimes he felt this way about his mother, he didn't listen that much to her either. He just didn't listen very well in less it was super important. Like the scores from last night's game. He snapped back into the conversation quickly, though it was hard to keep interest for to long. Another thing, he looses interest quickly in topics. He sighed out of boredom as his friends took a set near a vending machine next to the the gym. Convenient. Though, he didn't want to stay. It was hard to focus on what the guys were saying, and he needed to walk around a little bit.

He looked at his "friends" and said,"I'll catch up with you guys later, I'm going to stretch my legs a little." He didn't get that term, it wasn't like he was actually going to start warming up as if he was going to go run. He didn't get a lot of things, he just knew that that was part of what society said, and you are supposed to bow down before the powerful overlord. He walked away from his friends, hands in his pockets, not sure where exactly he would want to go. He start questioning why they were his friends, they were boring and they had nothing to talk about but sports. He sighed and made a sharp right down the hall. Where he was going, he didn't exactly know. All he knew was that he couldn't get caught.

{Anyone want to RP?}

[FallenAngel_BVB]

(Can Issey be texting Eli??)

[ghost;]

[[I'll RP with you, Panic!(:]]

At 7 in the morning, an Australian girl had been sitting up in bed texting her cousin, Charlie, and playing 'Enough Plumbers' on her laptop. After an hour or so, she had beaten the game. A congratulation popped up on screen, type your name here to be featured on the leaderboards, it read. Excitedly, she typed in AndiMaria, and then pressed 'Enter'. Andrea closed the laptop, and hopped off of her queen size bed.
Laying on the fuzzy carpet that cover the wooden floor were the clothes she had set out for today. Naturally, she up on her black skinny jeans with a sliver stud belt. The fit snug-ly on her body and seemed to trace her figure. Admiring herself in the fully body mirror attached to her door, she began to put on the Escape the Fate tank top she had set out last night. She putted it up, so that it sat higher up on her stomach showing her hip piercings and her dinosaur tattoo. Andi slipped on her SickPuppies band shoes, and walked into her bathroom. Plugging in her hair straightener, she occupied herself with other things allowing it the time to heat up. These things included; putting on her eye liner, cleaning her teeth and her many piercings, and putting on her brass-knuckle necklace. Despite the amount of time she put into getting ready for the hair straightener to heat up, it still wasn't hot enough.
As she heaved out a sigh, she went over to the window in bedroom. Opening it up, she grabbed a "shotgun" cigarette from the box she had set out the night before and lit it up. Puff after puff, she watched as the smoke soared out of her window. It fascinated her from some reason, yet why wouldn't it? She was high after all. When her shotgun was burnt out, she dropped it out the window. "Whhoosh...", she shouted as it fell to the concrete. After closing her window, she went back into the bathroom, where she got the chance to straighten her black, fringe cut hair.
She laughed hysterically as the straightener made a sizzling sound when it hit a small drop of water from the sink. "Oops." She opening her mouth, she pulled at her vertical labret in a cute-ish fashion
As she walked out of the room, she grabbed her keys, wallet, and plain black, zip-up hoodie. School didn't sound like the best place to go, but it was her only place.
Pulling into her parking place in her Escalade, Andrea looked at the clock once more. She cussed under her breath and grabbed her things. The somewhat small girl rushed to the building, to her class, to her seat. The second hour class just happened to be something she dreaded; her super senior class of history of some-sorts.

Music blared from Lyle’s room; inside he was sitting on his bed and playing his blood red Stratocaster. His father had begun to hate Lyle and his music. However, no matter how hard he tried, Mr. Krueger would not be able to stop his only son from playing something he loved since he was 7 years old. Part of it was because he and his wife would never to be home. They would always be out eating dinner or leaving him home alone with Jayden when their son was actually home. Since Lyle's visits where rare, unlike this one, he began a way of not caring what his father thought. Whatever he did, his father would frown upon either way.
After playing along with a few more songs, he looked at the clock; it was time for classes. Second hour to be exact. Cussing under his breath, he gently put his guitar up on the wall in the back of his closet. He was going to be late for school again, which he would have been fine with, but his parents, even his mother, hated when he was always late for " something that is best for him".
Quickly, he fished around in his dresser until he found his white Skinny jeans. After pulling them up, he added on a black-and-blood-splattered stud belt with a classic wallet chain. Dashing to into the family bathroom, he brushed his teeth and fixed his dark hair, it fell messily in front of his dull, grey-blue eyes. Laughing at himself in the mirror, he sprayed on some Axe and ran his hand through his hair again. As he walked back to his room, he looked into his sister's room. She was still fast asleep, dreaming of whatever 9-year-old girls dream of. A smile rose onto is face as he went back to his own room.
Once he was back in his room, he put on his Black Veil Bride “Never Give In” shirt. He had loved that shirt the day he got it at a BVB concert where he met them, before they went mainstream, that is. Grabbing a black beanie off his bed, he began to walk out the door to his 1969 Mustang GL.
Lyle had snatched his wallet of the counter on his way out to the garage. The roar of his engine was loud and crisp. Covering his mouth, the boy gasped. Hope that didn't wake Marie... His soft whisper began to trail off as he pulled out of the garage.
When he reached the school, Lyle hung his parking pass on the mirror and got out. Once he got out of his car, he silently walked into Riverview. Lyle reached his second hour of history as the bell in his head rang Sitting down at a desk, he pulled out his MP3 player and waited of the day would be over.

Inside the dim room of a typical apartment building, a Scottish girl sat in a bean bag with music blaring into her ears from the stereo that was place right next to her. In her lap, lay a notebook with the faint lines of a man on it; with each stroke of her wrist, she made him darker.
Her music, which was originally Ratata, had changed to Little Eye. Her hand stopped sketching and her eyes began to sting. She threw the notepad onto her bed with an angry force. Getting up, she held her blonde bangs out of her face as she looked at a picture that sat on a desk next to her. The picture was in a frame that said "Forever, I will remember you xoxox" and the image showed a younger version of the girl and a little toddler in her arms. She stood there looking at the picture until the song ended. Once it had, she looked at the clock through blurry vision. "Come on, Davian. You need to get out of the house an met someone." she spoke to herself quietly. Davian had been locked up in her apartment for 3 days now; she hadn't even been to school even when they kept calling nonstop.
Davie walked over to the front door and looked at the mail that lay on the ground from the mail slot. She really didn't want to look at the letters. But she did any way. "Bill, bill, uhm, junk, bill, letter from Glasgow...", she stopped astonished. The letter looked beat up, with several different mailing stamps on it. The front had the faded words of her old address, 'Davian Nicole Magee' , and other information that had changed. She hadn't heard from anyone in Glasgow in almost a year and a half. Before opening it, she fought the urge, and placed it on the bed next to the sketch pad. Quickly, she began to get ready for a day out of the apartment.
Her graceful hands rummaged through her messy closet until she found her homemade, white skinny jeans with words written all-over them in different sizes, colors, and fonts. After putting them on, she added on a black mustache belt with matching belt buckle and a hanging wallet chain. Dashing into the small bathroom, she brushed his teeth and fixed her black hair with her blondish-white bangs falling in front of her more-blue-than-green eyes. Laughing at herself in the mirror, she grabbed her make-up bag and added on her usual foundation, eye liner, and mascara. With a small tissue, she brushed off the foundation from her piercings. After Davie put the bag back under the sink, she walked out of the small bathroom. As she headed back into the room, Davie began to sing along with the music she had left on. It was a song, Home Town by the band, Little Eye. One of the underground bands she listened to, this one happened to be in Glasgow, Scotland; her actual hometown.
Back to her closet, she grabbed a purple tank top and put in on a lace top over it. From her jewelry case, she grabbed her lexusamanda white feathers extension and clipped it above her left ear.
Once she was finished with "looking pretty", she grabbed the old letter of Glasgow and walked out the door. Davie walked down the stairs and slowly opened the letter. She did not pull it out and didn't read it until she was in her modified hearse. As her eyes followed each word of the letter, a tear began to roll down her cheek. Placing the letter in dashboard, she drove towards the school. Something on the letter upset her, but maybe, just maybe, something in her second hour, Trig, or math class, could distract her from it.

[Tangerine Scream]

| I have a new character too! :D |

Link watched the halls for his locker, a smirk pulling at his lips. Almost everyone was ditching school - going to the mall or sitting around in the halls looking lazy, talking to a friend, or listening to their iPods. He couldn't listen to his iPod, because he accidentally ran over it with the car a couple days ago - and he couldn't talk to a friend, because - soccer players are more or less loners. He still considered himself a jock - and he did get a lot of dates. One thing that Link was good at was looking lazy, and this is what he did. He saw a group of Barbiedolls hurry by, looking flustered; it looked like they were going to skip school. He also saw a herd of jocks pass, talking about the football game last night. Link gave a half-hearted roll of the eyes and saw Eli, a jock he actually liked. Shocker! He waved and grinned – his signature smile – goofy.

[Panic!]

{Yep,Issey can be texting Eli, I'll have him send her a text then he can go and chat (:
And thanks Trippzter, just give me a few minutes to write up a post, thanks!}

[teeshirt.]

↳ **Livia** **Eighteen years.** No Crush yet ~Undecided.~ -Outsider- ↲

Livia felt tears swell up, she had no clue why she was even trying to find a friend anyway. She flew out of the gym, crying buckets of waterfalls. Her thin swaying hair served as a blonde magnifying cape. She was becoming more vulnerable and devensive. Collpasing onto the tile floor, she curled into a tiny ball, trying to at least stifle the tears she was giving.
Be strong. Be strong. Be strong! Not getting enough courage to sit up, she stayed curled on the tile. Her mind reminded her of something her foster mom had given her secretly for depression. Reaching into her back pocket, she looked at the baggie containing the clear pills that tasted like charcoal and cigerette smoke mixture. Open up the ziplock bag, she took one and stuffed it in her mouth. She swayed dizzly, the pill taking it's toll in seconds.
"Haha! The locker has a hat!" she slurred, her eyes blurring into a 'drunken' pleasure. This sensation of pure 'happiness' has never set in on her until now. Uncurling her body, she stood and waved her arms at the air batting at it. "GET AWAY BEES!" she shierked in a Barbie-like voice. If she had come to her sences, she would have cussed herself out for acting Barbie baby. Hitting the wall hard on the wall, she stummbled back into a locker.
"Is there purple ponies?" she growled in her usual hasty voices. "Ah, crudmonkies. What the mess is wrong with my head?!" Rubbing the base of her temples to drown out the giddy, girly act that the pill had given her brain. "Forgot...my perscription makes me so happy. Stupid depression doctor." she growled, making the facade die into the wind. Back to base one. Back to finding a friend. Back to stomping on the perscritions, crushing them.
She dropped the packet, stomped on it, making the remaining pills crumble in the bag and straddle around. She hiccuped, then hiccupted again. Her breath smelt like the smoking texture making her gross. She now wished she hadn't left her pack in the middle of the hall, because she would kill for a breath mint right now.

((oh gosh I am clueless on what to do...Anyone want to role-play since I am pratically role-playing by myself.))