Tнё Hомёᔕcнооlёяs.||1x1 with Baskerville

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(This is a free plot, but the main idea is that the characters are
homeschoolers. They are in the same homeschooling group but
they don't associate with eachother.They meet at a small
neighborhood costume party, exchange phone numbers and
later in the RP they meet up in the park. Will they become friends,
or will awkwardness take over the relationship and it crumble?

Note to stalkers: This is a Christian, straight roleplay. The
characters are Christian, and all the characters are straight.
Simple as that. If you don't like this, then move on. Sorry. Don't
click on this link anymore and don't read from it.)

[glazend.]

Cнaґacтєяs;;

ᖇᗝᙡᗩᘉ ↁᓮᒪᒪ ᙢᙓᓮᙅḰᒪᙓᒎᗝᖺᘉ

ᗩᗩϒᓰᒪᗩᖺ ᑕᖺᙓᖇ ᙡᗢᗢᗪ

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my name;; Rowan Dill Meicklejohn
pronunciation;; row-en dill may-kul-jon
meaning;; like a lion, loyal
my nick;; none, feel free to make one
my gender;; male
my age;; 16
my birthday;; August, 27
my birthplace;; Dundee, Scotland
orientation;; straight
heritage;; Scottish

my height;; 5’ 11
my hair;; dark brown, straight, natural highlights
my eyes;; confused.
my skin;; white-pale.
my piercings;; none.

good traits;; bookworm, charming, athletic
bad trails;; brutally honest, insecure, clingy
likes;; Christian rock, music, sketching, soccer, dark eyes
dislikes;; liars, failures, working, dragons, factual books
theme song;; The Good Feel Drag -anberlin
car;; 1980 Ford convertible

past;; none
current;; none
crush;; none
enemies;; none
family;; parents, younger sister by a year

I thank Helmuth for the format :)

Meet Rowan, that guy you're always passing by but have never paid attention to. Ah yes, that guy with the shaggy dark brown hair and the most amazing eyes. Oh, those eyes.. they change in certain lighting. One minute, you're inside and they are the most fabulous shade of light brown, the next you're out in the sun and they have suddenly changed to this gorgeous green. And for the most part, he is almost always outside, always playing soccer. He loves soccer. But the odd thing is, he is really pale. He never tans. But actually, with the mix of dark hair and green eyes, this is fantastic. Who would want a tan guy with dark hair a green eyes? No no no, not anyone who is mentally stable. Nope. Wait, stop for a moment. Did I mention his accent?

But first, I should tell you where he's from and how he came to America. Nope, he's not from America! Or Britain, Canada, England, or Germany. Or Wales. Or Ireland. But, he is from Scotland! Yes, he is Scottish. And that accent is perfect. How he is just wonderful. That Scottish attitude and his adorable looks is the perfect mixture. Oh, wait, you don't know what I mean but his attitude, I'd reckon? Well, he doesn't play well with stupid people. Stupid as in immature, reckless, and just plain.. well, people who don't use their common sense. He loves to have fun, but his idea of fun is him with just a few of his friends, on a trip to the library or to a soccer game. That's all.

Rowan is shy. Simply shy. He doesn't make friends easily. He has trust issues. Past friends weren't really friends, they were only users and backstabbers. And girlfriends? Talking to girls is just a mess, unless they are really quiet or really crazy. He likes girls, but lately he hasn't yet found the right one. Not one that reflects Rowan's personality at least. He wants a girl that is nice. And Christian. That is his must. If she isn't Christian, then it won't work out. He is strict, and he studies with the Jews. But no, he isn't Jewish! Stop asking! He simply abides by there laws such as the clean and unclean foods, worship on Saturday, calling 'God' Yahweh, 'Jesus' Yeshua, and such.

Anyways, he doesn't smoke or have piercings, but one tattoo (oh goodness. Back decision, he knows, but he loves it.). It is on his right 'ring' finger, and it is the Star of David. It is small, but you would notice it if you paid enough attention. He doesn't show it off, though sometimes he would just plain show it to you if you were to look at it. He enjoys car rides in his 1980 Ford convertible. Some like the new, sleek, nice cars. But Rowan likes the old-fashioned groovy cars. He loves to take rides up in the mountains of Tennessee and feel the cool air ruffle his quirky, messy hair.

[kona.]

say hello to aaliyah cher wood, she is
sixteen years old, and her birthday is june
second. she is shy, and has trouble putting
herself out there to meet new people. she
loves music, and singing is her passion, t-
hough she has a hard time singing in front
of others. she sketches and makes notes a
lot in her special notebook, writing down l-
yrics and other little ideas for songs. she is
scared to show them to anyone, and scared
to be made fun of for it. she has only had o-
one ex boyfriend, and he broke her heart. s-
he is scared to open up to a guy again, and
isn't sure she can handle a boyfriend, though
she is also scared of being alone forever. she
lives with her dad and twin brother, jake.

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"But Rowaaaaan!" A 15 year old girl screeched as she ran after her older brother down the stairs. "No, Anneleise! Ye can't come." Rowan groaned, just barely making it into his bedroom before locking the door, a monster sibling scratching and clawing outside. "Rowan! I have met ye soccer freends' or whoever the' are many times befo'! Just this once let me go!" "No! Ye aren' even in th' group." The brother yelled, drowning out her pleas with the loud bangs of anberlin. He turned the music up on his radio, singing along to the words. "'I'm here for you' she sayed. 'and we can stah' for eh' while'..."

Sighing, he sat down on his sink in his bathroom, popping open the cabinet underneath and fishing out hairspray with his feet. He ruffled his hair in a mess, combed through it and ruffled it again. He brushed it up, spiked it on top like usual and sprayed his hair like there was an entire room full of cans. The yells and fake cries quieted, leaving Rowan quite guilty and saddened. "Okeh', fine. You can come." Squealing and yipes of excitement exploded outside his bathroom door, and a big BANG was sounded with the door jiggling, followed by groaning and a few sniffles. Rowan chuckled, knowing that he would be greeted with a tender sister and now he had a weapon; touch the back of her head and she will run away in a dramatic cry. He sighed, and sung along with the next six songs as he dressed. He picked out a simple, though very bright, neon yellow-orange shirt with blocks of white on the sides. He picked out neon-orange long shorts and plain green tennis shoes. Sure, this was bright, and most likely didn't match, but he didn't care. If he was going to bring alongside his sister, he was going to have fun at the same time. Now, because this was a costume or 'masked' party, he would be forced to wear some sort of disguise. "Hmm.." He changed his shorts into long pants, white, and his shoes. He changed them out into white tennis shoes, scrubbed off the dirt and grime, then threw them into the corner of his room. He put his neon-orange and yellow headphones around his next and tucked the wire in his shirt. Alright. There.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face, then casually asked his mom if she bought the mask from the store. She dug through a bag from Walmart and she pulled out a simple, sticky, neon green mask that covered just around his eyes. He thanked her and sighed happily when he realized that his sister was tucked away in her room getting dressed. He peeled off the mask of the mask and stuck it on his face. He walked back into his room and glanced at the clock it was six. Rowan looked in the mirror. Slim body, well, skinny at the least, pale skin, yet athletic legs. Ha. What an odd mix. He was geeky, yet those muscular legs were so.. muscular. Thanks to soccer. He looked at his mask, and he wandered to gaze into his own eyes. Light brown with little specks of green, then he moved to the window as the sun was setting, and he took a little mirror with him, and looked at himself. They were greener, and now with specks of brown. If it was daylight, he was have bright green eyes with no hint of brown, but replaced with silvery specks. His eyes would look metallic, almost. His sister's eyes, Anneleise, are a dark chocolate brown, and they stay that way. She gets that from her father. Rowan's mother's eyes are a light brown, but both of his grandparents have green eyes on his mother's side, a bright blue on his father's. Yes, he has a very odd family line of eye colors.

When the last song played Rowan looked at himself once more, grabbed eight black-lighted bulbs, and headed out of the house, Anneleise tagging along behind. She often had rides from him, he was usually more than happy to take her along with him. But this was a chance for him to really act stupid without embarrassing himself.. okay, not really. He's most likely going to just stand in the corner and just listen to the music, dance with himself. His sister stuck her head out to the side as he flew down the road, occasionally sourcing just to scare Anne enough so that she would stick her head back in the car. Finally, they were at the house, about six other cars were there as well. This was going to be a small party, after all, but of course they would bring a few friends so that they wouldn't have to guess amongst themselves who they were, it would be too obvious. Anneleise wore a short, yellow dress that stopped at her knees, but of course she wore short-shorts underneath. She had a golden mask on with two feathers sticking out at the end. The two walked up, Anne about bursting with happiness, Rowan simply shrugging and walking in.

Immediately he was greeted by loud dubstep and flashing lights. "Ha, 'tis will not do." Knowing that this was his best friend's house, he was welcome to move things around. But he walked over to a bright lamp, that lit most of the room, and turned it off, cooling down the bulb that was already in it. The others didn't seem to care, and he unscrewed the light and popped in a black-light. His teeth glowed and so did his pants. A few of the teens cheered, laughed and wooed. He replaced most of the kitchen lights and all the living room lights with the black lights, leaving only one regular light in the room just in case. They turned up the music a little louder, and Anne was partying her butt off with one of the boys. Rowan kept his eye on her. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her while she's here. After a few minutes, he walked over to the refrigerator and took out a Pepsi, popped it open and stood in the corner, observing and casually swaying his body to the sides. Suddenly, Anneleise started jumping over, and exclaimed "Thank you so much for letting me come!!!" Her teeth were glowing as she smile, as were her nails and her hair accessories. She was almost hyper, but she hadn't had anything to eat or drink. Most likely an energy drink before they left. Great. Rowan nodded, and told her to scatter.

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aaliyah looked in the mirror, slightly horrified. why had she let her brother do her costume for the party tonight? it was awful! well, in her opinion. she was wearing white leggings, with feather like green patterns that would glow in the dark, as well as a green tee shirt with more feather like patterns. it was a nightmare! it was garish, bright, and... extravagant. maybe it wasn't too bad. then he handed her the mask, which was feathery and was sure to be pretty bright in the dark. "thanks jake." she muttered, when he handed her lipstick, a light green lipstick. "this is so over the top!" and she was starting to like it. she was wearing a pair of neon green converse, and she liked it. she was starting to really appreciate the outfit her brother had helped make less plain, and she actually felt a little excited. and sick. but she'd be fine. she just wasn't used to bright clothing, at all. she needed to be more outgoing. she smiled at her brother then started out the door. she was going to be late! she got onto her dad's old motorcycle, and started it up, driving down the streets to get to the party. she knew several, if not all, the kids there would be homeschooled, and it felt nice that she might see some of her friends, if not able to meet new ones.

she smiled a bit, putting on the lipstick before going inside after parking. there was a backlight, and she was glowing like a glowstick. but it was tasteful, not eye burning, and she looked pretty good! she smiled, her teeth glowing. she grabbed a dr pepper from a cooler and popped it open, taking a sip. she looked around for anyone she might recognize, but it was too dark to see so far. she wandered around, before accidentally bumping into someone. some guy. "h-hi." she spoke shyly, but not too quietly. she was always awkward around guys especially. she was more outgoing towards girls, but it really just depended on her mood. she could be extremely friendly and sweet one moment, and shy as a rock the next. okay okay she was bipolar, just a bit. it didn't happen too overly often, but it happened enough to be annoying. she sighed slightly and took a sip of her soda. "having fun?' she asked, too quietly. enough to be heard, but just barely.

she smiled slightly, but more shyly now. a deep pink tinged her cheeks, and she felt embarrassed. her outfit seemed too garish now, too over the top. she did look like some sort of neon peacock, and it was cute, sure, but... she was self conscious of it. anyways. she took another sip of her soda, glancing back at the boy. this party was a huge success, really, and she was just standing here being awkward. she moved away from him and started to dance with one of her guy friends, her only guy friend really. [can he come follow her? xD] his name was Aaron, and he was like another brother to her. it was nice to have him as a friend. less drama than girls sometimes.

the song changed to a slower tempo, and she moved away from the dance floor. not like she had a date to dance with. or a boyfriend. she didn't have a desire for one, though. she had only had one before, and he had ripped her heart out and.. to be blunt, ate it. he ripped it apart and stomped on it until she was broken apart. but she was over it now, mostly. but that was part of the reason for such an awkwardness and shyness around guys. she tried not to think about it as the taylor swift song played, and finished her soda. the caffeine was keeping her a bit hyper, but she tried to ignore it. she hoped she hadn't been rude earlier leaving the guy, but she didn't even know if she knew him. but... she was kind of freaking out. she was just really bad around guys, and that hadn't changed in months. she bit her lip as she tried to clear her mind, get him out of her mind. it was still incredibly painful to think about, and hatred filled her almost every time she did. she took a deep breath and looked around, realizing she was still standing alone.

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✺ ➝ mood excited, curious
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Rowan glanced over at the door when it opened, and he smiled as a peacock-like girl walked in. All neon, just like him. Awesomesauce. She walked passed him and straight to the cooler. Her hair was all winded and kinda straggly, but he saw a new motorcycle outside, so he figured she rode on there. Wow. Nice. A motorcycle? Even Rowan is freaked out about those things. She then walked over to Rowan, and stuttered out a simple, 'hi'. He could barely hear her over the booming music and cheers. He shrugged shyly, letting out a shy smile. She wasn't very outgoing, now was she? Most girls he had met would be all happy and let out a loud 'Hey!'. Rowan sighed. He had to do something, he was quickly sliding back into his shell. Finally, he burst out a loud "Hey!" Though he quickly blushed, but brushed it off. He started dancing a little bit more. She asked if he was having fun. "Yeah, it's nice in 'er. It used to beh' really lame thou'. I replaced all ye lights with th' black lights!" He had to raise his voice above all the ruckus. He made himself say a little bit more. "I didn't know so many people would beh' in 'er!" He gasped in air. This was most likely the most he's ever said in one conversation, especially to a girl. Jeesh, he could barely breath.

"I like ye outfit, 'tis bright! I can make out what ye luke like!" He glanced around the room. Most of these people didn't know that Rowan was going to be putting out a bunch of black lights all over the place, so you can barely see where everyone is. Rowan, on the other hand was easy to see. The white stood out, so did the orange and his mask was easy to see. Then.. she randomly ditched him. Like, totally ditched him. He was left standing there with his sister bouncing off he walls. Finally, he had to snag her by the hair in order to get her. "Anne, please! Calm down!" She growled, snapping away his hand. Sighing, Anne plopped herself down on the couch. Ms. Peacock started dancing with this guy. They seemed really close. "Dang it.." Rowan said to himself. She's taken, isn't she? But.. then again, that might just be a friend. Pfft, they were dancing apart. In fact, everyone was dancing apart. Wait, why was he even thinking about that? Just the thought grossed him out. He picked up his younger sister and started dancing a few feet away from Ms. Peacock, now actually enjoying the party, but Anne was making him dance more openly. He'd rather stick to himself and stare at his feet the entire time.

The boy that was dancing with Ms. Peacock excused himself and started dancing with a few other people. She didn't seem to notice. She looked like her eyes were glazed over. Rowan felt sorry for her. He shrugged, and Anne followed behind him, showing off her glowing ivories. "Ei! Ms. Peacock!" Rowan joked, trying to approach the girl without closing up. He grinned, his mouth closed. He started dancing with her, Anne waving. "Tis is Mr. Blacklight. Ye can call me Ms. .. uh.. Ms. Head..phones?" She stole Rowan's headphones from around his neck, it ending up into a wrestle between the two siblings. He gave up, realizing it wasn't worth it and he could take them back later. Anne shrugged. "So, this is Mr. Backlight, I'm Ms. Headphone. And yer are? Ms. Peacock? I love ye'r outfit." All this was spurting out of her mouth at high speed, nobody could barely understand her.

Rowan shoved her out of the way. "Excuse my sister. She's hyper." He laughed, some of his shyness was coming back, but it wasn't as bad as at first. The music suddenly changed into a quiet, slow song. Rowan blinked. His ears were ringing from the suddenly change of music style. One second it was electro and rock, the next violin and flute? What the heck. He shrugged, and look his sister's hand playfully. A few other people started laughing at themselves and with Rowan. He hummed, twirling Anneleise at the speed of light unless she was gasping for air. He roughly stopped her and pushed her against the wall gently, as she was stumbling around and could balance herself. The laughing became louder, and he couldn't help but start laughing as well.

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aaliyah had smiled at his comments before running off, shyness and fear overtaking her. he had a strong scottish accent, and it made her laugh a little inside. after she'd been dancing for a while, and was now standing alone, she heard the voice again. ei, ms peacock! peacock? well... she certainly looked enough like one. she shrugged and turned to face the neon guy with the brilliant glowing clothes, and then she heard a female voice with a similar accent drone on and on. his younger sister. "i can imagine, i have an older one, and he's a pain." she smiled slightly, her teeth still glowing a brilliant white. she smiled a bit, blushing. "so... you're the one who brought the black light, huh? well thanks, now i look like a glowstick." she teased lightly, laughing a bit to prove it. she was nervous, trying to talk to this guy. she was always so shy around people, especially boys. she grabbed a cookie from a nearby table and took a bite, grinning again. she must look and sound like a total freak! she had ditched him earlier, and it really had been rude.

she sighed slightly, turning back to the guy. "so... wanna go dance or something?" she asked, her voice shaking violently. she wanted to start some kind of conversation, but she had to go and just ask him to dance. what was wrong with her? "i-i mean.. if you w-want t-t-to..." she spoke quietly, shyly. she took another bite of the cookie, finishing it. she wasn't very hungry now, and in fact, her stomach was churning. she took a deep breath, smiling faintly. she wondered who this guy was, but she knew they weren't supposed to reveal their names to each other. maybe if they went somewhere quieter they could just talk. but that could lead to other things she didn't want to think about. she wished she had more friends, that one would come along and drag her somewhere to dance. but she didn't have an abundance of friends, and right now wasn't the time to ditch him again. she didn't want to ditch him again, that had been so rude.

she shrugged slightly and took another deep breath. "I-i like your c-costume." she spoke shakily, but better than before. she crossed her arms, feeling cold for some reason. was it cold? or hot? she couldn't tell. why had she had to go and blurt out asking if he wanted to dance? maybe it'd be fun. maybe she'd loosen up. but so far, that wasn't happening. not at all. "uhm... i.. i'm sorry.. i mean you don't have to.." she stumbled over her words now, and felt embarrassed. she just wanted to turn around and run out of here, not look back, and go home. she found comfort in her motorcycle, oddly enough, and she just wanted to get on it and get away from here.

[bit of wb, i'm sorry!]

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Anneleise tumbled down onto the floor, holding her head. Finally, the caffeine was wearing off. Now she will have a breakdown and pass out. Wonderful. Rowan shook his head, and pulled her into a corner. "Glob.." He mumbled, smiling. "Quite the charmer, Ms. Headphones." You could clearly see her roll her eyes in annoyance, and made the sweeping motion with her hands. "Just go, idiot." Rowan snickered, and a few chuckles were heard around the room near them. He shrugged, and walked over to a table that was glowing a violet. He grabbed a drinking cup and scooped up some chips, popping a few into his mouth. He turned around to be greeted with Ms. Peacock. She has an older brother. Okay, that's one thing he knows about her now. She shy, yet.. bright? He didn't know the exact words for it, but he knew she wasn't plain. At all. He wasn't, he is just.. simple. "Ms. Headphones isn't much of a pain.. but she's loud. And hyper. Too hyper for me." He shrugged, taking a large, drawled out breath. At least nobody could see his face grow red, all they saw was his smile. And hair, sorta. "I have to say again, I love that outfit." A adorable, one-sided grin crossed his face, his teeth glowed white.

Every few minutes he'd swoosh his body along with the music without realizing it, and he'd stop himself as fast as when he had started. "Y-Yeah, everything was all bright a-and colorful, t-that wasn't working for me.." Rowan laughed nervously, and he rubbed his neck. He looked down, and started chewing on the inside of his cheek. His breathing quickened, and he tried to avoid eye-contact. Then when she asked if he wanted to dance, all stutter-y and awkward he replied "S-Sure.." Though he wasn't really sure out to dance, and he definitely didn't want to touch her. Everyone else was holding eachother and giggling, having fun with their friends and he was just standing here, not even wanting to look at the girl. The music became louder, but with the same kind of music. Slow, romantic, yet upbeat and fun. He seriously just wanted to leave the room for a few minutes, maybe just talk with the girl. Besides, the only other people that he knew were most likely watching him as he stumbled around and shelled up as always. Then he got an idea that would most likely ease the awkwardness; why not go gets some washable markers that were glowing in the black light? "U-Uh.. one sec.." He became wide-eyed as he awkwardly backed away, bumping into his sister that snorted out a laugh. "Helloooo!" She jumped up and in front of Ms. Peacock, but was quickly shoved to the side as Rowan pounced back to them.

He popped open an 'invisible' Crayola marker, and drew a Hitler mustache on his upper lip, and wiggled his eyebrows. He let out a laugh, and handed it to Anneleise who managed to draw a lopsided heart on her cheek, because she didn't have a mirror nor could she see herself in any way. He wiggled his eyebrows once more, and took her hands awkwardly, and somehow moved in a way that could be seen as a dance. "I hope you're having fun," he blushed, grinning. He noticed how stressed out she was acting, then the music started to slowly change back into the wild, loud music it once was. "Do you want to go somewhere more quiet?" He sincerely asked, offering to take along Ms. Headphones. Ms. Headphones clapped enthusiastically, and twirled her feather on her masked.

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"she seems... interesting." she smiled. she wasn't an incredibly hyperactive person, so it was a little daunting. "anyways... yeah, we can go along somewhere quieter..." she giggled at his craylola mustache, and she grabbed one off a table and drew kitty whiskers on her face. "thanks... like i said before.. it was my brother's idea." she shrugged, smiling faintly. he was funny, or so he seemed. she kind of wanted to go somewhere alone with just him. his sister seemed nice, but... a little too hyper for her taste. she shrugged mentally and smiled again. "want to go outside, alone or something?" she tried to ask, but she barely choked it out. his scottish accent... well it was cute, and she hated to admit it. it was distracting too, and she wondered who he was. she wanted to ask his name, but that wasn't permitted at this kind of party. that was half the reason she wanted to leave, so she could find out who he really was.

she winced slightly at the loud music. it was way too loud, and her ears hurt. suddenly, in a wild move, she grabbed his hand and pulled him along through the crowd and outside. "uhm.. sorry, but... the music was hurting.. my ears and.. i didn't want to... uh, ditch you again." she spoke shakily, barely above a murmur. she blushed deeply, the darkness outside not helping see who he was. "uhm... i.. i know w'ere not supposed to ask but... i'm aaliyah, and you are?" she asked, incredibly shy now. shier, in fact. she blushed again, giggling nervously.

"uh... well..." she had no idea what to say, and she smiled weakly. it had been awkward when he touched her mask, she was always one to shy away from any physical contact, and it was nerve wracking, just a bit. she was so scared of getting into any kind of relationship again, especially after her last disaster. she was scared. terrified. she bit her lip, trying to concentrate on not running away or puking. she felt like doing both, and it made her want to pass out.

[sorry for the awfulness]