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Mark Florence
† eighteen {18}
† F r e a k
† location: cafeteria
† tags; Beatrice + Arabella
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• Looking up at the flash of color sitting opposite of him, he slowly removed the earbud and wrapped the cord around his phone leaving the music unpaused. He recognized her from home room. It was refreshing to see someone different from all the girls sporting leggings and skimpy clothing with 50$ beanies from dark stores that reeked of cologne. She spoke quietly and after processing the pieces that he'd heard, Mark nodded and smiled briefly. "Hey, yeah. Beatrice? It's not problem, just grab a seat." he replied quietly, motioning towards the seat she'd already taken. The wrinkled brown lunch bag reminded him of the orange and simple ham sandwich he'd brought for himself. Unzipping the black backpack covered in various patches and pen drawings that one of his brother had done Mark took both items out. Talking fell into a full roar around them as he ate slowly.

"Lots of people here, huh..." the freak asked hesitantly, piecing the words gradually as he spoke. People told him that they hated silence, called it awkward and focused too much on whoever wasn't talking. So, to make things in high school less stressful than usual the blonde tried his best to make small talk. Making others comfortable was more work than people made it out to be, for him. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Arabelle, and he scowled inherently. The two had never exactly been friends, but Mark felt like tensions had really skyrocketed in high school.

[ginger.]

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name ; bella johnson
mood ; peachy as always
location ; school
relationship ; phillip
tagged ; fay, malcolm, phillip, arabella, plastics, and preppies
correct me if wrong.
wearing ; mostly something like her image on page
two. a big sweater like shirt and a skirt.
ooc ; wallflower i hope you aren't mad, but i did use the same things such as name, mood, etc. i'm not good at doing this kind of stuff ;; also since i missed a ton, i read what i think i needed to read, so please correct me if i'm wrong. will reply for malcolm soon.

bella got out of her first class and walked in. she stood at the door and had a small grin on her face. she walked in, and looked at the freaks, and the nerds. she sighed, and turned scoffing to herself. she never liked any of them, not really at least. she'd rather hang out with some of the others. she looked over at her cousin, finn. who had just sat at a different table. seeing malcolm she felt better and went straight to get a sandwich. unlike fay, she wasn't the one to get salads all the time, she'd rather eat something she liked. grabbing a water bottle she got there before some arrived. she sat down by malcolm, a small grin on her face, "where's fay?" she asked, but didn't want a response, because she saw fay come with her salad. she smirked, and watched her sit in the middle. "yes. i think i had a boring time." she said sighing. she liked school okay, she got good grades even though she'd rather focus on clothes, she knew what would happen if she didn't. she watched as phillip came over. grinning, she answered him in her quiet tone, "good, and how about mine?" she asked while opening her water bottle. she took a drink and put it back down, she fixed her pony-tail, and watched as everybody began to settle, and talk. soon she saw arabella come sit across, she smiled "hey, bell." she said back, in a strange way since both of there names had bell in it she tried to tease her, saying it back as if mimicking her. "me? awh thanks, same back to you." she in quietly. she looked around seeing everybody she knew or liked. fay, her cousin. phil, her boyfriend. arabella, her best friend. malcolm, her other friend and many more. bella once again messed with her pony-tail, trying to make it stand perfectly, she failed.

[ginger.]

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name ; malcolm smith jr.
mood ; happy
location ; school
relationship ; fay
tagged ; fay, bella, phillip, arabella, plastics, and preppies
correct me if wrong.
wearing ; a black t-shirt and jeans
ooc ; i'm still sick, and i just started coughing, ;; i'm sorry.

malcolm yawned, he didn't like writing much, but he put up with it as best as he could. he listened to the teacher talk a lot, and looked over to bella. he smiled at his friend, and looked away, back at the teacher. she called on malcolm, "oh, yes. i was paying attention." he said, but frankly he was lying. he sighed, he looked down at his paper, 3/4ths done. he began writing once again, finishing his paper five minutes early. he focused on the clock, and waited. the lunch bell rang, malcolm grinned, putting down his pencil from writing class. he walked out, and went to his locker putting his books away. he smirked, and then began walking to the lunch room with a big grin on his face. he loved lunch time, the best part of the day. malcolm walked in, looking at the freaks, he completely turned his head around, looking at the preppies and plastics he winked. he got in line to get a sandwich, he grabbed one on italian bread. he grabbed a blue gatorade and found some of his friends sitting around. he walked over to the tabble and sat near fay, phillip, arabella, and bella. "hey arabella, bella." he said smirking, "ayyy, my good man phillip." he said jokingly and then sat by fay. he smiled, "hey, babe." he said and kissed her lightly on the head.

[ginger.]

The complete Guide of friends, etc. for Bella

Arabella ; arabella is currently bellas best friend.

Phillip ; phillip is currently bellas boyfriend.

Fay ; fay is currently bellas cousin and good plastic friend.

Finn ; finn is currently bellas cousin

did i miss anyone? please p.m. me if so!

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tagged; fay, malcolm, phillip, arabella, bell status; crush on arabella
wearing; blue jeans, polo t-shirt, warrior sneakers location; cafeteria
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Caspian sauntered through the hall, making his way towards the cafeteria. He gave a smile to those he was friendly with in the hall, avoiding the fierce gaze of ex-girlfriends. Unfortunately for him, quite a few of those went to school with him. As he walked through the entrance of the cafeteria he was hit with the smell of school lunch, not at all appetizing, as well as the loud mixture of voices from every direction. His blue eyes scanned the large room for his usual group of friends, spotting them farther into the cafeteria. He quickly bought himself a water and a bag of chips from the vending machine before zig-zagging through the groups of people.

He finally reached the table, flashing a charming smile. "Hey guys," he greeted dropping himself onto the seat next Arabella. He riped the bag open, shoving a chip into his mouth as he glanced sideways at her. Since he broke up with his last girlfriend about five months ago, he has been crushing on Arabella though he wouldn't admit it. "Looking cute today Arabella." he said teasingly, though he meant it as a complement.

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I ✌ M A Y ✌ B E

B E A T R I C E ❀ V O L T A I R E

U G L Y ✌ B U T ✌ A T L E A S T

Stressed, Depressed, but Well Dressed.

M Y ✌ M U S I C ✌ T A S T E

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

I S ✌ P E R F E C T , ✌ B Y E .

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

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My lunched was contributed out of several foods. A plastic bowl containing several fruits. And a slightly larger plastic bowl with chicken slices and some pasta. I was amazed at how much food my mother had managed to pack. I jiggled the bag for a moment. Hearing some crumbling before reaching inside. I pulled out a chocolate pudding cup. Letting out a small laugh, mostly to myself. I sure was hungry but not enough to eat everything. "Wanna switch lunches? I'm not that much of a fan of chicken and pasta." I shrug. "Including the pudding cup." I added with a small wiggle to my eyebrows. Trying to ease out the awkward atmosphere. Yet trying not to scare the lad with my weirdness.
"Yeah.. I've only been here a couple of hours and I can tell this school runs on basic girls." I answered. I popped open the lid and took a apple slice. She tilted the small bowl towards him. A offering gesture and set it down if he wanted any. "But yet I'm still waiting for someone to start singing and dancing on a table. That would be better." I say with a slight nod. That was something I knew that wasn't part of highschool, but yet that would make a better memory on my first day of high school.

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G r e y s o n - C h e t

Gender: M
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Group: Goth {rebel}
Location: Cafeteria
With: Nirvana

- You'd think it was the soft purring of Doughboy that woke me that morning. Hell, I'd like to think it too. But in all reality, it was his fat ass, suffocating my face that woke me up. *Gasp* I jumped out of bed, looking around the room in shock as I tried to figure out what had awoken me from my deep slumber. Well, I had a white furball in my mouth, and a guilty-looking white cat attempting to squirm out of sight. His chins jiggled as he tried not to make eye contact. "Really?" Was all I could say, as I stared at him a little longer. As soon as he shimmied himself from my bedroom door, I flopped back onto the pillows and blankets, stretching and yawning in dismay at the early hour.
What was the point of my God-forsaken school? All it was was a bunch of self-involved lifers with too much to lose and nothing to gain. I bitterly lifted myself from the bed, grabbing a white t-shirt, a blue flannel, and a pair of worn jeans from the dresser. I grabbed my keys and wallet from the nightstand, heading down-stairs, narrowly avoiding the family-friendly-embrace of my adoptive parents, and grabbing a Granny Smith apple from the kitchen. The sour juices electrocuted my tastebuds, and I half-smirked as I started out the door and started the engine to my 70' Chevelle.
By the time I'd arrived to school, it was already lunch. A box of Marlboro cigarettes rested on the passenger seat, next to a lighter. I have this rule: Never smoke in the car. So I slung my backpack over my shoulder and stepped out of the black car. My back eased against the closed door as I lit the tobacco. The haze of smoke made me squint my eyes, and I dropped the cigarette on the gravel, stomping it out. I took another bite from a green apple and started up the school steps.
Inside the cafeteria, I scanned the room for an empty table. Nothing. Great. That's the last time I stay up until 3 a.m. to listen to Pink Floyyd's 'Dark Side of the Moon'. The closest-to-empty table happened to seat just one girl {Nirvana}. She wasn't bad-lookin' either. I sighed and sauntered over to the table, sliding in and taking another bite of my apple. I made an effort not to really acknowledge her, although it was more of a form of teasing.

OOC: I know that I haven't been accepted yet, and if you want me to, I'll delete this post. I just really wanted to get started, but I didn't want to be rude either…

[otaku,]

guys im going to post later on :c
im still at school :c
and dylan's going to be late for schoo x3

potato out~

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naмe" nirvana stryker
ғorм" page three
age" eighteen
wearιng" xx
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nirvana wasnt the type of girl to try and make herself be heard during school. actually she loved to just stay in a corner and pass as a ghost. dont get her wrong though, she did have a few friends but no enough to consider herself popular or have her phone constantly going off from their text messages. her eyes switched to the sandwich that was inside a clear ziploc baggy, unzipping it she pulled it out and made sure to take out all of the crusts before she set them to the side. yes, she was one of those people but that was as picky as she got. she could easily eat anything so there was no need of worrying if "nirvana likes this" or "nirvana doesn't like that."

bringing the sandwich to her pale, and somewhat chapped lips she took her first bite. her plain expression changing into a cringing one since the sandwich wasn't the best thing ever. slowly chewing on it she set it down on the bag and pushed it aside, figuring she'd just eat the vegetables instead, she grabbed her book and opened it to the fifteenth page where she began to read where she had left off. that was until she heard the chair in front of her give a squeal.

her eyes slowly looked up, as her mouth was still lightly chewing on the bits of sandwich she had eaten. from plain, to cringing, to just proper confused and slightly shy she looked at the boy who was minding his own business in front of her as he ate his apple. managing not to make any noise as she flipped the page she darted her eyes back to her book, trying to ignore the large figure that was standing in front of her. she tried not to look back at him even though it was quite strange that he had picked this seat out of the many that were around the cafeteria but then again she was only using a small space in this table and he was actually free to sit anywhere else.

[Brittle]

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currently: feeling sheepish |☁| tagged: fay, phillip [s] others [t]
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enemies: fay |☁| friends: phillip & marceline & arabella & celeste
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r. staus: single |☁| crush: finn
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indentthat last night had been a wreck. the fourth fight with her father.... that day. scout was not happy. at all. her alcoholic of a father had gotten drunk and stuck in a bar fight, again. scout had had to drive out to go see him, fury had seemed to seep into her veins. blood running cold, thinking thoughts that no sixteen year old girl should think. that night she'd basically sat there, letting her music play as loud as she could while staring off into space. boring, but it was better then slamming the wall or screaming at the world. with her, sulking and staring made everything feel better. scout had stayed up half the night, until drifting off at about three in the morning. an hour late too school but she still made it. her outfit wasn't much. she had just thrown on whatever clothes seemed to match while in the dark of her room.
indentfast forward two periods and there scout was, nose buried in a book, music blaring through her earbuds. she was basically wearing a nametage that read, "hello, my name is 'antisocial'!" in big bold letters. the lunch lady stared at her expectantly, so she just flicked her hand towards the left. whatever food that was resting there had a great smell and was making her hungry. peering over the edge of her book she spotted finn. her body went ridged and she froze for a moment. a total deer in headlights situation. a boy shoved her forward and she was brought back to reality. by then finn was gone like he had just been a dream. it was useless crushing on him anyways, he had at least thirty different girls waiting for him aroudn every corner. even if they were just friends scout was instantly jealous if he was even talking to someone oftHe opposite sex. straightening herself up, she was about to grab her tray full of food when, low and behold, the amazing fay showed up. with her skinny and short clothes on, showing way too much skin in her opinion, fay shoved past her. her tray dropped along with her book, ketchup was covering 'the great gatsby' now. for the second time that week, scout felt like punching something... or someone. she hadn't even heard what fay had said, with her music blocking out her words. but by the way she smirked and looked all proud when she said it, confirmed that she hadn't said 'sorry'. every curse word known to man entered scout mind, and she was about to spit them out like venom at the plastic but just then phillip showed up. one of her very close friends.
[color=transparent]indentshe pulled out her earbuds just in time to hear him say, 'I'll talk to you third period,'. smiling as he ruffled her hair, the words that had almost left her lips were replaced by, "alright then, see you in history,". that was the thing about scout. she never yelled anything, most of her talking was quiet and reclusive. people were always shocked to here her social status when they first met her. yes the wannabes weren't exactly rulers of the school, but they weren't exactly outcasts either. originally scout had been cast out as a goth or a nerd. a scottish exchange student who barely spoke and didn't particularly like the idea of school hierarchy? doesn't sound like someone to hang out with. but once she had made friends with people like arabella and phillip and then her accent weakened, she was more accepted. scout had skipped several ranks in just a year. still the clique thing still hadn't caught on with the girl. especially since she was heavily crushing on a gamer.
indentputting her earbuds back into place, panic at the disco lyrics flew to her ears and she stood in the middle of the cafeteria, looking for somewhere to sit.

yes guys she's open for interaction c: