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[khaleesi,]

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[ ｍａｒｃｅｌｉｎｅ ] ➳ [ ｈａｙｅｓ ]

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"In the end, as you
fade into the night,
who will tell the story
of your life? 'Cause it's
the end, and I'm not
afraid to die."

School was definitely something that Marceline hated with a passion. Drama, lies, tears.
Cheers to the teenage years. The blonde girl walked down the halls. Her long, almost
white hair was in two sloppy braids that reached the bottom of her rib cage. Oh how she
hated being in this school. People glared at her for no apparent reason, which made her
want to just leave, but she needed to graduate so she could get out of here and do some-
thing with her life. You see, everyone labeled Marceline as a 'goth.' Yeah, I know, she looks
like it. The outfit she wore today, which was black skinny jeans, a band tee, a pair of converse
and her makeup was dramatic as always, it made her fit into that category. She wasn't all
satanic or anything like that. Marceline was more of a happy girl than a depressed girl for sure.

Here eyes glanced around as she saw a bunch of preps and plastics heading to lunch. An eye roll
followed soon after the glance. The girl unlocked her locker and shoved her books inside, then
pulled on her black backpack. After closing the locker, she headed to lunch to find her friend, Scout.
Entering the lunch room was always the worst. Cliques were all together, and that meant that
the preps and plastics were reunited to do whatever they do best. An annoyed groan escaped
Marci's throat as she saw Fay, a plastic. The goth girl headed towards and empty table and sat
down, taking off her backpack and setting it on the table in front of her. She opened it up and
pulled out her sketch book and a granola bar for lunch. Marceline was one who really didn't care
what she ate, as long as she didn't eat too much. The girl snacked on the granola bar as she drew
happily. A few minutes later, she wanted music. Pulling out her cracked iPhone, she put in her
earbuds and turned up her music and listened happily as she drew and ate her whole grain granola
bar.

[Morningstar0808]

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L i l y R e d w o o d
The Quiet Girl
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age ;; Seventeen
tagged ;; Nobody
location ;; School
type ;; Geek/Nerd
friends ;; Finn
enemies ;; Nobody yet...
crush ;; Caspian
clothing ;; Jumper with jeggings and converse.
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Lily walked along the corridor up to her locker. Tuning, she opened it and quickly put all her unneeded books into her locker before taking out the ones that she would need for next period. She then locked her locker before putting her books into her bag and heading towards the dining hall. Today she was wearing a pale cream jumper with a cute owl design on it, a pair of jeggings along with her favourite pair of Cath Kidston design, floral converse. She walked up to the counters in the dining hall and peered at the food. She grabbed a toasted ham and cheese sandwich as well as a strawberry milkshake and a small orange jelly. Holding her lunch, she went to wait in the line patiently. She watched with a slightly irratated frown on her face as one of the more popular girls, her name was possibly Fay, pushing her way to the front, skipping the queue. Lily was tempted to protest but she wasn't that type, she was better off keeping quiet, after all, this happened every day and one more person in front of her wouldn't make a huge difference... Soon she reached the till and she handed the lady behind the till some money. Grabbing her change, she smiled and said a small thank you before turning to head towards one of the empty tables. She wasn't really one of the more 'popular' types and usually preferred to be by herself. Placing her tray down, she then sat down before picking up the toasted sandwich and nibbling at a corner whilst glancing around the dining hall.

[captain,]

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ＣＡＳＰＩＡＮ ＪＡＹ ＭＩＬＬＳ
→ ｔｈｅ ｈａｎｄｓｏｍｅ ｊｏｃｋ ←

name caspian jay mills.
age eighteen.
birthdate 9/17/96.
grade senior.

height 5'11".
hair blonde.
eyes greyish blue.
skin pale.

good traits sociable, humorous, polite.
bad traits hot-headed, arrogant, reckless.

family little sister.
crush arabella delonge.
ex-girlfriends plenty of them.
girlfriend no one.
best friend elizabeth carter watson, victoria alexandria thompson [secretly].
friends [pm me].
enemies [pm me].

[duckworth]

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@ the supreme: Hopefully you don't mind that I dragged Finn into my post. xp Also, hopefully you're okay with Ellie invading his house. If not, I can change it.

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outfit

tags: Finn

female
seventeen
getting ready for school
feeling all right
likes Finn & single

❝ I'd have to say I'm in love with f o o d.
There's just no room in my h e a r t
for a n y t h i n g but that! ❞
- Ellie
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Elizabeth woke up, her eyes drowsily flickering open as her alarm clock began ringing, belting out "Say Something," her current favorite song. Yawning, Ellie reached over and tapped her phone until it turned off. Like most teenagers, she preferred using her smartphone to wake her up rather than an actual alarm clock. Blinking, she stumbled out of bed, wanting to snuggle in the warm blankets for just a little longer, but she knew she had to get up.
Picking out some clothes from her neatly organized walk-in closet, Ellie chose a rainbow polka-dotted dress to wear, along with simple tan Oxfords. It was nice out, so she could go without a jacket or tights. In fact, it was probably better to dress light today so she wouldn't get too hot in the school.
Taking a warm, ten-minute shower, Ellie quickly got dressed after drying herself off with a fluffy towel. She also put on her shoes right away, because the cool bathroom tile was chilly to touch with her feet.
Running downstairs, Elizabeth grabbed two large doughnuts from the counter. Her mother had bought them earlier, before Elizabeth had even woken up, because her mother had to go to work pretty early in the morning. And because Ellie hated being alone, she tended to go to school with her friends. Today, it was Finn, her childhood friend and neighbor. She also secretly liked him, but of course, she'd sooner die before letting anyone find out. Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration, but Elizabeth definitely did not want anyone to know, especially Finn.

Running out of her house, bird-patterned backpack in tow, Ellie made the short trip to Finn's house. The very short trip, only a few steps, considering they were next-door neighbors. Their yards were even connected because neither family had a fence separating their backyards.
Not bothering to knock (she knew where he kept the spare key), Elizabeth invited herself in, walking up to Finn's room. This time she knocked, still holding the two doughnuts in her hands, sitting down on the ground beside his bedroom door and calling out, none too quietly, "Finn! Can you take me to school today? Also, I have a doughnut for you!" That was Ellie for you.
format © vita.anima

[wallflower.]

@ vita -- that's a lovely post, but it's currently lunch time at the school,
is there anything you can add / tweak about it? i'm so sorry for not making it clearer ^-^
@ sᴀɢɪᴛᴛᴀʀɪᴜs -- i love your form <3 i'll add him to the front.

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[ G r e y s o n C h e t ]


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❝ What is a rebel?
A man who says no. ❞

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ＮＡＭＥ: "Call me Grey."
ＡＧＥ: 17
ＢＩＲＴＨＤＡＹ: February 18th, 1996
ＥＹＥＳ: Cold and Blue
ＨＡＩＲ: Bleach-Blonde with
Streaks of Brown & Amber
ＭＯＤＳ: Internal Dirtbag?
ＦＡＭＩＬＹ: Lily-Mother{dead},
Fredrick-Father{whereabouts unknown},
Jenna-StepMom{alive},
Skyler-StepDad{alive}
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ＧＲＯＵＰ: Goths
ＰＲＥＶＩＯＵＳ
ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳＨＩＰＳ:
"Don't tell anyone… I'm a virgin."
ＧＯＯＤ ＴＲＡＩＴＳ: Despite his demeanor, Grey is a very kind person. He's a sucker for kittens, cigarettes, classic rock, and old cars. He harasses the girls with heartless insults, and then rains down on them with passionate gestures. He knows how to treat a girl, but his spiked exterior often scares (and in some cases brings) flocks of the feminine gender. Grey is a rebel, unafraid to step-up and grab life by the balls. He's thoughtful, adventurous, and spontaneous. He's the kind of guy who likes to think of the deeper things, and that's often how he entwines his tendrils of philosophy around others. He's intelligent, and he could talk to you for hours. Just don't get on his bad side.
ＢＡＤ ＴＲＡＩＴＳ: Well… He's a heartless dirtbag who doesn't give a crap about anyone but himself. 'Nuff said.
ＥＸＴＲＡ:Theme Song

form format by wallflower.

[Black Sabbath]

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Mark Florence
† eighteen {18}
† F r e a k
† location: cafeteria
† tags; open
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➤ Making his way through the crowded lunch room, Mark's face showed a great amount of displeasure. Students from all the most annoying classes, preps, plastics and jocks alike milled about in a journey to constantly be in his way. Noise levels rose as the 'supreme' plastic made her way haughtily through the throng of people. She looked overconfident and bouncy, and Mark scowled in distaste. Nothing good came from girls like her- they put up a front so the blind could never realize how they really were. It was sick.

Some goths and gamers blended into the shadows, trying to make it through alive just like Mark and for once he really appreciated how tall he was. Finding a relatively clear path, the blonde shouldered past two girls whispering quietly, eyes trained on some boy or poor girl who'd dropped a mountain of books, struggling to collect her thing before they were swept away in the crowd. Finally, an empty table. Sitting quietly and getting his phone and earphones from the backpack sitting next to him, Mark put an earbud in his ear to help drown out the noise. He wore a simple black button down shirt, with the words S U P E R N A U T scrawled across the back. Slim, dark blue jeans and a brown leather belt held everything together. There wasn't anyone he knew in the cafeteria, and there wasn't any reason to leave now.

[spring.]

ｖｉｃｔｏｒｉａ
age: sixteen ⅞
single
standing: emo
at: school
wearing: dark blue skinny jeans
a black tank top
black knee-high boots, small heel
a leather jacket
friends: finn
enemies: plastics, preppies
no tags

a young girl sighed as she went from her class through the halls to lunch. she had her black jansport bag on her back, it was devoid of books thus far. she removed the bag from her back and took off the leather jacket she had on, revealing the black camisole she had on underneath. she put the bag back on her shoulders and held the leather jacket over one arm. she groaned as the walked into the dining hall. she hated the dining hall. all the plastics and preppies in one place. she sneered at them as she went to receive her food. victoria could have been a plastic or a preppies before high school, but she had long since moved away from that crowd. she came to hate the plastics and the preppies and how perfect they thought they were. after paying for a chicken sandwich, water, and an apple, victoria quickly got her food and left to sit at a table by herself as per her usual. she didn't really touch the chicken sandwich that she had bought for less than a dollar. she only drank her water, looking around in a disinterested manner. she pulled up her camisole a bit and sighed quietly. she hated school. people didn't much like her either because of the hold the plastics had. they seemed to have dirt on everyone, but victoria didn't really care.

victoria finally gave into her hunger and bit into her apple. she chewed up the sweet fruit quickly before repeating the process until the apple was finished. she pursed her lips disinterestedly as she looks down to her hands. she then ate her chicken sandwich, sighing quietly. she wondered if she could talk to anyone during their lunch hour, but there weren't many people she actually wanted to talk to. she looked down at her lunch tray then about silently. the girl, with a face devoid of expression, looked into her book bag for nothing in particular. she spotted a small book in there that she was supposed to read for one of her classes. she pulled it out of the bag and opened the book to chapter ten of twenty, where she had left off. she placed an elbow on the empty table and placed her head in her hand, reading the dry novel unexcitedly. she saw others filter in, and they avoided her table. it as if she were the plague, almost. not that victoria minded. she was quite the loner.

[captain,]

caspian jay mills' social life:

caspian's crush is arabella.
caspian's girlfriend is ________. {preppies or plastics most likely}
caspian's best friend is ________. {preppies, plastics, gamers} (he can have more than one.)
caspian's friend is ________. {preppies, plastics, gamers} (he can have more than one.)
caspian's enemy is ________. {nerds, wannabees} (he can have more than one.)

pm if you're character could possibly fill one of the following. his form is on page seven if you're interested in looking.

[catastrophex]

H E R ❁ H E A R T ❁ W A S

B E A T R I C E ❀ V O L T A I R E

A ❁ S E C R E T ❁ G A R D E N

Stressed, Depressed, but Well Dressed.

A N D ❁ T H E ❁ W A L L S

T A G S ; #Freak #Dining Hall #Socializing

W E R E ❁ V E R Y ❁ H I G H .

High School
(n.) Where self-esteem, innocence, and dreams go to die.

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It was crazy how I already hated.. no despised highschool in these couple of hours. Even saying the word left a bad taste on my tongue. These cliques or groups; whatever they were called. They had managed to get to me. I glanced down at my outfit. It was a laid back outfit. There was nothing wrong with it that I could see. But something inside me told me that it was too laid back. My clothes were to plain to be considered cool. I quickly snuck a glance at the few people who passed me. Leaving me wondering what brand I should wear, or what clothes were in style. It was no wonder people say, Society killed the teenager.
I let out a sigh and stumbled into the dining hall. My small frame letting me easily pass between a few people in my way. Though I wasn't noticed. Many people bumped against me. Half the time I turned to see if they would turn and say sorry but none. I shook my head and skipped the lunch line. My mother had told me that she would always make my lunch. So it was no surprise when I woke up. On top of the counter stood a brown lunch bag with my name on it. Along with a note left stuck to it. I took a glanced at one side of the cafeteria to the other. My stomach dropping to not find Finn in sight.
He was the only person who I could think of sitting with. Seeing as he was my cousin it wouldn't be too awkward if I asked to sit with him. It took me a while to notice that I had been standing and looking like I had been staring off into space. A couple of people in the cool table whispered to each other. Pointing over at me and laughing. Or that's what it seemed they were doing. But to think they had actually noticed her would be a surprise. Because it felt like half the school thought she was invisible.
I shook my head once more as I mentally talked to myself. Looking at the several tables and who sat in those several tables.Obviously I would never sit with the cool kids. So that one was marked off from the start. I walked around in circles before I found a table. Only seeing a blonde beauty sitting there. I walked by it once as I secretly glanced at the person. Smiling to myself since it was a boy from my homeroom. We had only exchanged a couple of words. Nothing to big but he hadn't come off as someone who would tell her off or single her out. I went in a small circle before I meet the table again. "Mark? right..." I say in a soft tone. My lips curling up into a small smile at how nervous I felt. I took a seat across from him. Awkwardly setting my backpack on the spare table space in front of me. I snuck a glance up at him. Wondering how he would answer to this. All that ran through my mind was the typical scene where the new kid sat down on a extra seat at one table and anyone who had been sitting there quickly stood up and left.
I kept staring at him as I waited for him to leave. Just like in the movie I had seen the night before. But as time ticked by that didn't happened. My small smile turning into a grateful smile. "I hope it's no bother if I sit here." I say, pulling out my lunch bag from my backpack.

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