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[rosesgreedy]

Sorry it's taking so long to finish my form. e -e
I've been so caught up with my school's Cabaret show and homework, I only got the formatting done.
I'll get it done by tomorrow, though.

But if anyone's interested, though, I need friends, enemies, and everything in between for both Kendra and Rohan.
Kendra is a self-centered "wannabe," where Rohan is a preppie, the polar opposite to Kendra.
Uncompleted forms here.

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tagged; no one
relationship; single
crush; open
wearing; Black skinny jeans, teal converse and a
light teal colored sweater
mood; Carefree and slightly bi-polar
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Sam hummed as she made her way towards the lunch room. Her mind wasn't on her surroundings, more on what she planned on doing this weekend. She wondered what was happening outside of town, because heaven knows if you want to get into some trouble, you don't do it in the small town you live in. Her body hummed at the thought of going to a party that her friend had invited her to. At first, she wasn't so sure about it, but now she was. It's not like she had anything better to do. A small beep pulled her from her thoughts as she looked down at her iPhone. The text was only from her friend reminding her of exactly what she was thinking about. She smiled slightly, quickly replying with an "okay". Her gazed up and around the room. She forgot where she was, but only for a second. She sighed softly, the slight reminder that she really didn't have any "friends" but rather just people she sat with and hung out with. Sam spotted Greyson and quietly walked over, hoping they wouldn't mind if she sat with them. Something inside her reminded her she should grab something for lunch, but she just shrugged it off. It's not really bothering her not eating, so why should she? She smiled a little, making her way over to the table. She looked at Greyson and smiled, "Would you mind if I sit with you guys?" Her British accent was starting to fade, but it was still visible in her voice. She smiled softly, hoping to give off a friendly vibe.

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ooc;okay, so Sam needs some connections. she's a goth, 17 and bisexual
Sam's best friend is ____
Sam's enemy(ies) is ____
Sam's crush is ____
Sam's girlfriend/boyfriend is ____


please pm if you're interested c: so sorry this is late .-.

[susurri]

ermahgerd!! sorry i haven't posted!

[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.

[Black Sabbath]

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Mark Florence
† eighteen {18}
† F r e a k
† location: cafeteria
† tags; Beatrice + Victoria
† enemies; Arabella
† Friend; Beatrice
† crush; none
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• Mulling over the offer for a minute, Mark ripped the bread of his sandwich around where the bite was taken, setting the shredded bit aside and sliding the sandwich and orange over gently. He was overly find of sweet things, especially chocolate and since wasn't exactly jumping for joy to eat his lunch, he saw no harm in accepting the deal. "Thank you, my lunch isn't anything special. I hope you don't mind," he voiced almost apologetically. Listening to what Beatrice said the blonde laughed and shook his head ruefully. "Well, that is true unfortunately. In a place like this I'd say the chance of that or something similar is fifty-fifty." Mark added while pulling a bright red strawberry from the container of fruit held his way. This girl seemed nice enough, certainly better company than a lot of people here. For once Mark felt content in a social situation concerning school and he sat back a little bit.

His blue eyes searched the cafeteria half-heartedly, observing the tables as they filled with people. Another girl sat completely alone at her table, a goth by the looks of it and the freak chewed his bottom lip in thought. Finally having made a decision he motioned in the other girls direction with a quick nod of his head. "Do you think we should invite her over here..?" he proposed quietly, wondering if the goth was simply waiting for someone. Either way it didn't really matter he guessed, but the way Beatrice chose to reach out had rubbed off on him- he felt it best to extend the act of kindness.


ooc - I'm still looking for another friend for mark, if anyone happens to be interested

[|| Ghost ||]

G r e y s o n - C h e t {Grey}

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

- A heavy smirk rose to my lips as I watched, out of the corner of my eyes, the bookworm peering at me from behind her scripture; then shyly retreating. I opened my mouth to say something, but another girl, I think her name was something like… Sadie? Sarah? S-Samson? She came over to the same table, shyly asking for permission to join us. I shrugged, taking another bite of the green apple. "Why not?" My gaze flickered over to the girl who'd originally sat here. "As long as you approve, of course." A slight tease was in my voice for no apparent reason as I looked between the two girls.
I was originally sitting with both legs propped against a second chair, but I removed them to make room for the shy girl. The smell of cigarettes was slightly masked by my cologne.

OOC: Grr, I'm sorry. I couldn't quite think of anything that reached passed eight lines…

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naмe" nirvana stryker
ғorм" page three
age" eighteen
wearιng" xx
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nirvana went back to reading her book, trying to focus on what she was reading though her mind would drift off to him or exactly what her mom had put in that sandwich. two pages into the book she heard another voice but chose to ignore it figuring if the guy was already here he could say something about it. that's when he spoke again and once again.. his words were directed at her. lifting her head off the book she decided to just leave some scribbled paper in between the pages to save her spot seeing as she wasn't going to be able to read anymore with the interruptions going on. "I don't mind." she lied, she actually quite minded having many people surrounding her because it didn't allow her to continue her reading.

she looked back at the guy who sported the typical "bad boy" look something she wasn't too fond off but looking more closely, she found out he had a nice shade of blue eyes something she actually quite fancied on guys but she wasn't going to throw herself at him, in fact how many guys in this school actually owned a pair of nice blue eyes? noticing the tone of his voice, nirvana arched her eyebrows lightly, was he trying to flirt with her or something because she honestly wasn't up for it neither did she have the time to put up with a girly voice and try and act all sweet and all that fake attitude that went along with it. "sorry.." she mumbled lightly as she moved her bag away from sam before realizing she almost bumped the guy's phone off the table, another sorry escaping her mouth this time even though she looked embarrassed now that she had been so clumsy.

[catastrophex]

T H A T ' S ☁ T H E ☁ T H I N G

B E A T R I C E ❀ V O L T A I R E

A B O U T ☁ P A I N . ☁ I T

Stressed, Depressed, but Well Dressed.

D E M A N D S ☁ T O ☁ B E

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

F E L T. ☁ ~ A U G U S T U S ☁ W A T E R S .

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

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I pushed the plastic bowl over to him. Looking over at the bitten sandwich. Not really minding before I saw it was white bread. I stayed quiet not wanting to be a prick or anything. White bread wasn't something I fancied. Or better yet just avoided. In my attempt of not making him notice, I grabbed the orange. Slowly peeling off the skin. "Yeah call her over. " I said, checking out the girl. Not that I was gay but I knew when someone was physically attractive. And she was very pretty, especially the girls long blonde hair. I looked back at Mark with a small smile. Though mostly thinking how I would look with long hair, but I was content with my pixie haircut.
I ripped the orange into two-halfs and placed the other one in the bowl with the other many fruits. "Though let's wait five minutes and see if anyone comes to sit with her. I don't wanna sound mean, but what if she does have friends. She's gonna think we're meanies or just be embarrassed since we thought she was alone." I muttered. Trying to show our options since there were always pros and cons. I kept quiet for a moment, realizing I had done that to Mark too. I had walked around in a circle several times before I asked him if I could sit with him. Or not ask him, just really sat down before he could answer me. "Mark, do you always sit alone? Because I always sit alone and maybe we could sit alone together. You know if you would like that. You can have my lunches too. Well part of my lunches if you'd like." I say, tilting my head to the side with a cute grin. "I'm new at this 'making friends' so pardon my weirdness if you please." I added.

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[Black Sabbath]

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Mark Florence
† eighteen {18}
† F r e a k
† location: cafeteria
† tags; Beatrice + Victoria
† enemies; Arabella
† Friend; Beatrice
† crush; none
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With a shrug, he watched Beatrice's eyes skim over the sandwich in distaste before practically snatching the orange away. He didn't care either way, but felt she shouldn't have requested a trade in lunches if neither were something she was really looking forward to. Pulling the pudding cup towards him, Mark excused himself to get a plastic spoon from the basket they stood in a few feet away from the lunch line before returning to take a seat. "You could have just asked for the orange, you know." the blonde pointed out absently, peeling back the red lid of the cup, "But yeah, it's whatever; if you feel she's waiting for someone, let her be. I didn't think you were sure if I was waiting for someone before sitting down." he added, listening as she continued to talk.

He usually did sit alone, but it didn't really bother him. He preferred it over the company of others, any others no matter how nice or likeable they were to him. Raising an eyebrow at how she tossed the word weirdness about, Mark looked down for a minute. Indifference reigned clear for most things when he was asked, but it wasn't so popular when he made his stance on things clear. "That sounds pretty cool, but if you don't like what you have and want to trade, why not pack what you do like?" Mark inquired gently, before adding: "And yes, I do usually sit alone. But I have my reasons. So if you'd like to sit here, you're welcome to."

[catastrophex]

T H A T ' S ☁ T H E ☁ T H I N G

B E A T R I C E ❀ V O L T A I R E

A B O U T ☁ P A I N . ☁ I T

Stressed, Depressed, but Well Dressed.

D E M A N D S ☁ T O ☁ B E

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

F E L T. ☁ ~ A U G U S T U S ☁ W A T E R S .

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

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I looked over with a nod. My pathetic attempt of acting cute hadn't much of an effect. But was a bit glad since that didn't fit my persona that well, well maybe at some points. I peeled back a slice of my portion of the orange. "I could have, but I didn't wanna be rude." I pointed out as he had called me out on the sandwich. I bit down on the small slice. Satisfied at how much juice it had given out. My brown eyes flickering up in confusion at the blonde beauty. Figuring out he was the serious type. But yet there was a thought hidden in the back of my mind. Becoming a bit self conscious at what I had earlier said. "I didn't know if you were sitting alone, but a part of me hoped you would be." I answered honestly. Feeling a bit mean since I had just admitted to hoping he would be a loner, a freak. Just like me. I placed what was left of my orange down. My hunger disappearing just like my train of thought. "Um.. I don't know. My mother packs my lunches. I've never even cooked anything besides microwavable noodles." I muttered. What was there to do. If it was my responsibility on making my own lunch. I'd rather skip it. I hardly eat anyways and I can barely hold much food in my stomach before I puke my brains out. I shook my head with a shy smile. "I'll try to bring my own lunch next time." I crossed my arms, leaning forward upon the table. I listened to his last words as I tried to process them. "I didn't mean to pry. I had just been wondering.. I think it would be nice. Seeing as you're the only rational person I've meet this day. Or the first to acknowledge me that's for sure." I leaned my head into the palm of my hand. Keeping it steady as I tried to keep eye contact with him. "Don't be afraid to tell me if I stepped over some boundaries." A small sad smile creeping upon my lips at how this had reminded me of my dad. I mentally shook it off. Not wanting to think about my dad right now. I turned my head away as I looked over at the other groups. Wondering if all the people in the popular table thought they would have turned out this fake when they were young.

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