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[marsiscool]

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naмe" nirvana stryker
ғorм" page three
age" eighteen
wearιng" xx
тagѕ" greyson

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nirvana unzipped her bag as soon as she put in her book, reminding herself that she hadn't finished next periods homework and she obviously did not want to get a low grade in that class since she already had a B. even though she studied basically all night she couldn't manage to get a higher grade than what she had which ached her heart ever so much.

as the boy talked to the girl sitting beside him, nirvana tried to ignore them still thinking this wasn't all that funny. one hand opening her white notebook that had been doodled in with countless doodles while the other searched for a pen. taking it out of the small pouch, nirvana took the top off and began to write the heading as she tried to focus on only her instead of the obnoxious guy sitting in front of her. something about the nickname "sweety" annoyed her more than she already was. glancing up at him once again, her expression had changed. it no longer was filled with poison but just had an annoyed look to it. "it's okay, you can stop apologizing" she told him, in hopes that he might just shut up and leave her to do her own work. ten words into the writing, she noticed her pen ran off ink. what else could get her any more annoyed. she went back to digging into the small pocket of her book bag but only found old gum wrappers and post it notes. she kept her eyes on her incomplete work as she felt the boy's eyes still being directed at her.

[ginger.]

woah, double recap pleasee?

[Hype.]

{{ Could I get a recap too please?

[Brittle]

❝ ｓｃｏｕｔ ｋｙｌｅｓ ❞
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Ａ ＧＨＯＳＴ ＩＳ ＯＮ ＴＨＥ ＲＡＤＩＯ，
currently: listening in on groups |☁| tagged: finn elizabeth [t]
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ＨＥ’Ｓ ＣＯＵＮＴＩＮＧ ＤＯＷＮ ＹＯＵＲ ＤＡＹＳ，
enemies: fay&elizabeth |☁| mood: interested/jealous
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ＡＮＤ ＮＯＷ ＴＨＥＲＥ’Ｓ ＮＯＷＨＥＲＥ ＥＬＳＥ ＴＯ ＧＯ，
r. status: single |☁| crush: finn
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ＮＯ ＳＩＧＮＡＬ ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮ ＴＲＡＣＥ．
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indentmasquerade? scout thought as she silently sat down at an empty table nearest to the door, and farthest away from the plastics. the girl racked her brain for a possible memory of a 'masquerade'. nothing turned up. half the time she strives to ignore any posters or ads providing for school related social events. she only went if someone she knew was definitely going. like phillip or arabella. that way she wasn't standing there awkwardly trying to be social. pulling out 'the great gatsby', she went to work cleaning it off after the fay incident. the girl looked harmless, but she was a ruthless killing machine. scout didn't even know why they were enemies. it was probably something to do with finn. somehow she always did something to scout right when finn was there. what did fay care anyway? scout knew that they'd been old mates but it wasn't like she was coming between them. she barely ever talked to finn, resorting to crushing on him from a distance. when she did he seemed to be quiet and strange around her. but when he was around people like fay and elizabeth he seemed to be quite the social butterfly.
indentscout had no one to talk to so she plugged her music in and stared at her book. ever since fay knocked her over, the girl's thoughts had been only on what other's thought. usually the girl wasn't insecure. but fay had her way with scout. knew which buttons to push and just the right time to push them. plucking out her headphones and lifting her book up to meet her green eyes, flipped to a random page and pretended to read. immediately the voices of the different cliques filtered through her ears. taking it in she searched for one voice, which scout found quite easily since it was from only a table away to her right.
indent'do you think i should ask her to the masquerade with me?' a jolt of emotions shot through her. she didn't understand until she heard elizabeth choke on her drink. he's going to ask someone else, scout thought with a flash of jealousy. then she shook her head and with forced steadiness she flipped to the next page. why was she feeling so jealous, it was a terrible feeling. she didn't like the way her stomach flip flopped. the student knew she had had no chance with him in the beginning. dozens of girls were gossiping about the adorable gamer. she was just a sheepish wannabe with a small problem controlling her emotions. what was it about her that seemed to repel males? hands flew up to her face, as a blush slowly glazed over her cheeks. it was the freckles wasn't it? the red hair? the accent? scout had practiced a million times trying to sound like an american. nothing worked. sighing in defeat, scout stared back down at her book and tried to figure out who it could have been that he was so eager to ask out.
indentafter finishing her lunch, scout stood up and proceeded towards the trashcan.
lol please someone run into her c:

[otaku,]

dylan's boyfriend is matt, honeys character c:

sorry guys! at school! :c

[khaleesi,]

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[ ｍａｒｃｅｌｉｎｅ ] ➳ [ ｈａｙｅｓ ]

where [ lunch room ] feeling [ neutral ] tagged [ scout ]

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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."

Everyone seemed so happy, but then there was the lonely Marceline.

The girl finished off her granola bar, and then stuffed her sketch book back into her backpack
before throwing away her wrapper. She popped a mint into her mouth and began to walk out,
but then she saw her best friend, Scout. Marci pulled one of her braid's over her shoulder and
walked up to her friend. She hasn't seen her yet, today that is. Taking one of her earbuds out,
she spoke in her normal voice. "Hey, Scout...." She trailed off, seeing her Scottish friend's faci-
al expression. "You okay?" The blonde girl asked curiously. Looking around, her hazel eyes land-
ed on the plastics. Oh how she hated them. Being Scout's best friend, she knew that Fay bugged
Scout beyond belief. "Hey, don't let them get to you, okay. You are better than them. A WHOLE
lot better." Marceline said, trying her hardest to cheer up her friend. "What are you doing after
school today? Want to hang out or something?"

[ so sorry, I have major wb. ]

[koalatea]

{{ahh sorry i haven't posted! school and sports take all the energy out of me ;;}}

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ＰＨＩＬＬＩＰ xx ❝ ＴＨＡＭＥＳ ❞ xx ＰＩＥＲＣＥ xx
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ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ: fine ᴡɪᴛʜ: most preppies/plastics ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ: prep/plastic table ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ: bella ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ: this ᴛᴀɢs: bella, scout, arabella, fay

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➳iiiiiPhillip's smile didn't disappear while talking to Bella. In fact, it almost never did. He replied to her question, with a slight tease in his voice, "Well, peachy as long as you are around." This time, Phillip moved his hand from Bella's waist and proceeded to grab her hand, interlacing his fingers around her. Holding hands with Bella was probably the most relaxing thing Phillip could do, as it calmed him down and let him be happy. When Arabella sat down, Phillip gave her a wide smile as she greeted him. He shrugged off her comment about not being able to catch up, showing that it wasn't that big of a deal. He would have actually spoken to her, but his caramel voice was stopped by the large amount of sandwich he was chewing in his mouth. As more and more people began to sit at the table, Phillip gave them all a smile and a greeting, after he had emptied his mouth of course. As he listened to the conversations, he was particularly interested when Fay stood up and announced the masquerade ball. His left eyebrow cocked up, which gave him a puppy dog look, as he wondered what exactly was going to happen. Of course, he would have no trouble asking someone, since Bella was the only one he truly had his eyes on. Sure, he appreciated other women, their personalities of course, but he was loyal to Bella. While listening to the increased chatter at their table, Phillip queued in on Caspian flirting with Arabella. It wasn't like it was hard to pick up on, but something about those two slightly irked Phillip. Caspian was indeed a player, carting around many stories of his ex-girlfriends, but Phillip didn't care much about that. Instead, he was just worried that if they did end up dating, if Arabella would get hurt by such a man. Phillip quickly shook it off as he knew that Caspian would never do that to Arabella. He quickly scanned the lunch table, in order to make sure no one saw his quick expression of worry. A deep breath, and Phillip was assured. Since his lunch was finished, he unlaced fingers with Bella and stood up. "I'll be right back." He told Bella, as he began to walk towards the trashcan to throw his lunch away. Phillip glanced up and saw Scout there, with some other girl he wasn't familiar with. He waved to her from across the lunch room, and proceeded to walk towards her.

[Brittle]

❝ ｓｃｏｕｔ ｋｙｌｅｓ ❞
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Ａ ＧＨＯＳＴ ＩＳ ＯＮ ＴＨＥ ＲＡＤＩＯ，
currently: talking |☁| tagged: finn [t] phillip, marceline [s]
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ＨＥ’Ｓ ＣＯＵＮＴＩＮＧ ＤＯＷＮ ＹＯＵＲ ＤＡＹＳ，
enemies: fay and elizabeth |☁| mood: tired && curious
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r. status: single |☁| crush: finn
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indentas scout moved to through her hamburger into the trash she saw marcy, her nickname for marceline, run up to her. 'hi' her voice was rough and scratchy after not using it for the entire day. clearing her thought she finally spoke up, 'hey'. shuffling closer to her friend scout heard the worry lacing her friend's voice. 'nothin, don't worry about it.' truly her scottish side wanted her to say nane instead of nothing, but she forced it back down her throat. once the plastics had said how much they loathed her accent and how she spoke. so now it was nothing but american from now on.
indentscout hadn't even told marcy about her crush on finn, so she didn't wanna mention it here. then scout saw that all marcy suspected was that fay was getting to her. 'i'm flattered that you c-care, but it's nothing i swear. fay's just jo-king' she stuttered awkwardly. it was hard trying to sound american. mentally kicking herself, scout soon saw phillip leaving the table.
indent'hey phillip' scout mumbled as he walked up. 'marcy this is phillip' she said giving a weak smile, brushing her light burgundy hair back. this probably looked strange. a goth, wannabe, and a prep boy standing within three feet of each other. very strange. peering over marcy's shoulder, she shyly glanced at the prep table.

[ginger.]

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name ; bella johnson
mood ; peachy as always
location ; school
relationship ; phillip
tagged ; fay, malcolm, phillip, arabella, plastics, preppies. then
phillip, scout, and marceline.
wearing ; mostly something like her image on page
two. a big sweater like shirt and a skirt.
ooc ; slight wb.

bella ate her sandwich slowly and listened to the blabber, and then all went quiet. bella cringed at fay without her being able to notice. "fay!! you're going to embarrass her." she said and then grinned slightly. bella then smiled at phillip, "k." she said as he walked away. the noise built back up, and bella was tempted to yell shut up. she kept her mouth shut. she looked over at finn, and then at fay. "i can't believe finn is part of my family." she said quietly, they didn't look anything a like, and they had such different personalitys. "different moms.. i guess." she said and shruged. she looked at phillip, she smirked. she thought about the masquerade ball. "o-m-g, fay." she said, "who are you going with?" she asked, though she knew she liked bothering family. bella looked curiously at phillip, scout, and marceline. she shrugged and turned around. when done with her lunch, she got up and threw everything away. she then walked over to phillip. she felt awkward for doing it, but she went over wanting to ask phillip a question. she looked over and waved a small wav to scout, and marceline. "phillip where is your third class?" she asked out loud and waited for a response. she looked back at the table she was sitting at and smiled, she then looked away.

[khaleesi,]

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[ ｍａｒｃｅｌｉｎｅ ] ➳ [ ｈａｙｅｓ ]

where [ lunch room ] feeling [ curious ] tagged [ scout, phillip, & bella ]

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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."

The girl raised an eyebrow and a bewildered look crossed her face. "Are you
sure you are okay? You are trying to use an American accent again. Are they
making fun of you? Because I will shove a pole up those preppy peoples'-" She
stopped when she saw Phillip walk over. She smiled nervously, hoping the boy
didn't hear her about to go on a rant about the popular, jerk faces. Listening to
her friend she spoke softly. "Hello, Phillip." She said in her most calm voice she
could. The only things keeping her from going off on the preps right now was her
friend. "It's a...pleasure to meet you." The girl said, choking on the words. It
truly wasn't a pleasure. She could care less about any of the people here, except
Scout, of course. The word masquerade rung in her head like a bell. "Oh, Scout,
you probably are going to the masquerade, huh? I think I will stay home....Like
always." Marceline said, biting her lip gently. The preppy girl waving to them
made Marceline's blood boil. "It was nice meeting you Phillip." The blonde said,
lying right through her teeth. It really wasn't nice. The preps and plastics hated
the goths with a passion, and needless to say, Marceline wasn't too fond of them
either.