Judas spent the rest of math class trying to figure out what had caused Katie Byrd's sudden departure. He was almost certain that speaking to him had become completely unbearable and she had to get away from him, she did after all hate him. Or maybe she did have to get something from the science lab and he was being paranoid...maybe she didn't want to be seen talking to him, he was still a loser. But if Katie didn't want to be seen with him she would just say so. Right? Jude tried not to let his mind wander to the negative, but started to recap on what had been said right before she left. She had mentioned track and cheerleading meeting in the gym, and he had babbled on about not joining track as it was already too late and they had everything set for com- and then she left. He didn't even know if she believed his "it's too late to join track" story. The truth was that he had approached the coach wanting to join, but the coach was displeased with Jude for letting the team down two years ago, and something about leading by example, and then he kind of zoned out in the middle, the point was, Judas was banned. He didn't particularly mind, he got along better with the people in newspaper anyway, and he just liked to run, and he could do that any time he wanted. He was also pretty sure that if he really wanted to be on the track team, the "letting the team down" thing could be overlooked if his dad made a sizable donation to the physical education department.

He noticed Donnie Kang enter class with Natasha and returned Donnie's "hey," with a half wave half salute before putting his head on his desk and staring at the fake wood lines that were painted on the particle board. He felt a little bad for not waiting for his stepsister. If he had waited fifteen minutes he probably could have avoided the awkward conversation he had with Katie, and he could have saved Natasha from what appeared to be a painful interview with Donnie. Jude didn't have anything against Donnie, in fact, he actually thought Donnie was pretty cool.

He turned his head and focused on the door wondering if Katie would return, and shoved the pathetic hope out of his mind just as quickly as it arrived. He had already made an ass of himself enough for one day. Maybe he'd see her at lunch...he lifted his head about six inches off the desk and let it fall back with a thud louder than he would have liked, he needed to stop thinking about her, she clouded his thoughts. He started counted prime numbers in his head, that usually kept him occupied, he should be paying attention, it was after all his favorite subject. He convinced himself that prime numbers pertained to the kind of math that was on the board, and began to click his teeth.

Jude waited and counted, only half listening to the things around him and still staring at the doorway not really focusing on anything. Shoes squeaking on the mermaid blue terrazzo flooring, distant slamming of lockers, hurried steps, disgruntled lectures on fighting, ruffling through papers, Natasha's frustrated sighs, foreign language babble, keyboard ticking, and finally the bell. Judas was pretty much asleep in the as the sights and sounds blurred into a hum. THE BELL. Jude's head jerked up as he rubbed his hand on his cheek to check for drool. Jude always forgot that counting prime numbers put him to sleep. He sloppily wrote the homework assignment on the first page of one of his notebooks and shoved it into his bag, made a mental note to rewrite the assignment before he could no longer read his handwriting, and looked around for his stepsister. He wanted to buy her lunch, maybe catch up since they hadn't had a chance to talk since he got into town. He made his way toward the exit, since he didn't see Natasha anywhere, and caught up to Donnie.


(ooc: blarg, long overdue, sorry for the hold up. robokitty, I wasn't sure where Donnie was so I left it open for you.
Also, I'm working on editing my character sheets as none of them are how I initially pictured, so if we're working on storyline together (especially with Preston) I'll let you know what's going to change.

One general misconception about Leigh Grayson, was that she was exactly like the majority of the people she tended to hang out with; that she was uneducated, that she had suffered a turbulent upbringing, that she was addicted to various substances, and that she was irritable to the point of biting your head off in two seconds flat, should you happen to not be part of her crowd and still dare to approach her. That she only knew how to be mean and tough, and that her circle of friends and their loyalty towards one another, was not as much a case of them actually liking and caring about eachother, but more the result of social outcasts sometimes coming together against a common enemy; the rest of the world.

Honestly speaking, there was probably at least a little bit of truth behind each and every one of those characteristics, and a truth that frankly was in part actively and consciously maintained by Leigh herself. For even though most of it was greatly exaggerated, she was far from a harmless little kitten. She was a hellcat, with claws just as sharp as her bite. Suspicious, reserved, and aggressively defensive. Experience had taught her to "discourage" people from trying to give her a hard time about something, before they actually did, and those who were just too dense to get the message as it moved through the grapewine, would soon be taught their lesson.
Repeatedly, if that's what it took for realization to dawn on them.

In that regard, the assumptions made about her were true.
What made them largely untrue, was that while she might indeed be all of those things, they were far from all of the things that she was. To her friends, to those whom she cared about, she was protective and generous, supportive even. She would look out for their best interest, or at least what she believed was their best interest. Even if they themselves weren't aware of what it was, and probably also because they didn't know what it was.
As in the case of J.D.. A few weeks ago, Leigh had noticed his obvious interest in Lila, whom even though Leigh didn't like her and couldn't for the life of her understand what on earth it was about the sickly sweet goody two-shoes that had attracted J.D., clearly had managed to pique his interest regardless. Problem was, J.D. was about as smooth as a bull in a china shop when it came to flirting with girls that weren't as hardened as the ones he usually hooked up with, and Lila obviously was far too... innocent, Leigh supposed was the best word to describe it, to read between the lines and register his interest in her.
So, what had Leigh done?
Realizing, although most reluctantly, that Lila might actually be a good influence on J.D., in that she might help soothe that inner turmoil and constantly bubbling rage inside of him, Leigh had tried to mediate, she'd tried hinting to Lila that J.D. really was interested in her, and how Lila should go about ensuring that he stayed that way. She had approached Lila, without J.D.'s knowledge, and talked to her. Perhaps not in the nicest way possible, but still with the intent of trying to get them together.
And now, even though J.D. didn't seem to get what a sense of accomplishment and positive recognition (for once) could do for his self-esteem and his chances of pulling himself out of that grave he insisted on digging for himself, she was trying as gently as possible with him to give him a nudge in the right direction, to persuade him to at least try it.

The only difference between this time, and all the other times she'd tried to look out for him or any of her other friends, was that this time, it happened to be infront of someone with a keen enough perception to actually recognize it.
For yes, it hadn't escaped Leigh's attention the way that Natalie was watching her and J.D., drinking in the details and the chemistry of their relationship by simply observing the way they interacted and responded to one another. It was a rarity twice over; firstly because it was pretty much a one-time occurance, for Leigh and J.D. to actually debate (well, more or less) a serious matter infront of an outsider, and secondly because said outsider actually seemed to recognize at least most of the depth of the insight it all held. Yet she did still seem wise enough to understand that while Leigh was indeed encouraging J.D. to go ahead and grant Natalie's request, that did not mean that Leigh was siding with Natalie. Had J.D. kept refusing, and Natalie kept insisting, Leigh would have gone on to fully support J.D., and told Natalie to take a hike. Or even helped her to do so, should it have come to that.

Luckily, however, it didn't, and for two reasons, the first one being that J.D. actually gave in and agreed, and the second one being that Natalie still addressed the two of them as a unity, not for a second seeming to assume she had won Leigh over for anything but the moment.
Good for her.

"Well, anything will do", the polished editor of the school paper said, seeming to have actually picked up a thing or two about how to best go about keeping J.D.'s interest in the matter on a fairly even keel. "I've seen the quality of your work and it's excellent. And like you said, you draw what you draw. Comics, caricatures, sketches... anything."

Indeed, it would seem she really had gotten the basics down, by taking off as much of the pressure as was humanly possible, and agreeing to J.D.'s unconditional terms. For in this case, it was most certainly a matter of his way or no way. He would not back down, and as was usually the case with him and making an effort he himself had not instigated, he wanted to make it as easy on himself as possible. No restrictions, no deadlines. In short; no pressure. And Natalie was wise enough to heed that in him.

"Well, you've got plenty of that already, right?", Leigh said, tilting her head back just a little to be able to gaze up at the taller boy next to her.

"Yeah, I s'pose...", came J.D.'s slow drawl in response, just as the three of them reached the register to pay for their meals.

Food bought and paid for, the troublemaker duo then started making their way towards their usual table - still, for obvious reasons, unclaimed by anyone else - leaving Natalie to assume it was okay for her to follow and join them there, sitting herself down next to Leigh, across the table from J.D.. And, it was then, as Leigh gave her a brief glance, that an idea suddenly popped into her raven head, of how to really put Natalie to the test. Not necessarily as editor of the school paper, but as someone whose company Leigh would accept, and especially as someone who even though she didn't seem to have made a habit of associating with the preps, still looked like she belonged with them.

"Hey", she said to her friend, who was just starting to flip through his sketch pad, in search of something that might pass for 'moderately civil'. "Show her that satire you drew in biology a couple of months ago. You know, when we were supposed to dissect... whatever it was, I can't remember."

Having paused to look up at her, J.D. couldn't help but to quirk an eyebrow, and he too shot Natalie a glance. However, only a second later, he registered the mischievous look in Leigh's eyes, and it dawned on him what must be going through her head.

"What, this one?" he said, flipping a few more pages, and then turning the sketch pad around for the two girls to see.

It was another comic of sorts in plain black and white, depicting what looked like a typical teen bedroom, with an unmade bed in the background, clothes strewn on the floor, and infront of a large full length mirror... a large amphibian creature, a monster, with two sets of eyes and warts covering it's body, appearing to be struggling to get dressed. Though not in actual clothes, but in the skin of a human being. And even though the skin itself looked mostly like some saggy garment, the upper part of it hanging limply from the monster's hand, while the legs had already been stepped into, there was no mistaking the hair, the clothes, and the leather cuff bracelet that had become such a trend among the guys in school last year, after a certain someone had been spotted wearing one a few times. The same certain someone, whose skin J.D.'s gigantic toad was dressing into.
Matt Sidle.


(((ooc: Hope that works. )))

(((ooc: *watches tumbleweed pass by* Geez, where is everyone? This place has gotten so very quiet. slytherin? summerkelsa? Kyle? maeve? Dreamydre15? emodawg? Laughy? gears (I know you recently posted, but what happened to Nora? )? Robokitty (where'd Abby go?)? Anyone else I might've forgotten? Heeeeelllooooo? *echo*
I mean, I know some of you are waiting for others to post, but if it's been more than a week, I'd suggest you go ahead and post again, because at this rate, the RP will soon be fading... :/
It's like I keep telling people; nothing will happen to your character if you don't make it. And the longer you leave them inactive, the harder it will be to bring them back, and the easier it'll be to just let them fade. And that would be a shame.)))

One of the things Natalie had learned early on in life is that people didn’t necessarily share the same opinions as you, they weren’t necessarily prone to see it your way, and they didn’t stringently have to react to it the most polite way. So, chances were, if you assert your opinions far too much, people would end up disliking you. Not that that was a problem, given that Natalie’s popularity was half love and half hate, but it was something to bear in mind when working as a journalist.

Journalism is supposedly about the truth, but the truth is, truth is actually a little different from fact. A newspaper article isn’t a list of facts and therefore, it is naturally scandalised, embellished and dressed up to sell the copies; everything is a business after all. That said, truth itself was a Matter of subjective opinion, because there are two different dimensions to it; what happened, and why it happened. The ‘what’ arena could be mostly salvaged in terms of factuality, but the ‘why’ – well, the reasons and justifications of an individuals actions are far too personally driven to be analysed purely objectively.
Hence, truth is in fact, the majority’s interpretation.

Now, in journalism, at the beginning of a story, the majority interpretation of the truth doesn’t exist; because it’s the reporter’s job to relay the truth to the majority. Hence, journalism is a powerful, powerful tool, because if you knew how to spin things to make them appealing enough to everyone, you dictate the truth, the majority’s perspective. It’s not easy, because for someone to accept something, it had to be sufficiently appealing enough to them, logically and emotionally, because the moment you threaten someone’s emotional standing, they get very, very defensive.
So, as powerful as it was, it was tricky to harness… of course, Natalie could do it most of the time.

And going back to the fact that not everyone was inclined to share your opinions; is it any surprise that you group yourself with people more inclined to agree with you rather than disagree – after all, don’t want your stance and standing threatened, do you? Hence, Natalie had played it passively with Leigh and J.D., ensuring that while she didn’t threaten their standing – by not forcing her will down on them – she didn’t sell out her own.
Of course, being willing to play nice might be the basic requirement, but it was never going to be the absolute requirement.

"Well, you've got plenty of that already, right?" Leigh took charge once again. Natalie was getting the idea that she was actually the dominant one – given her alleged history, it made sense why she’d want to be the one in control – advancing forwards into whatever territory, while J.D. played more along the lines of hostility, sticking to himself and defending it when anyone tried to encroach.
And wow… this school really did like to serve some interesting… questionable food. Natalie was sticking to the pasta.

"Yeah, I s'pose...,” J.D. began to consent, but still seeming as if he was in contemplation over whether he wanted in or not. Well… work in progress. So, Natalie left him to his thoughts, decided to deal with the dice at the numbers the fell to as she, Leigh and J.D. made their way towards what Natalie presumed to be an off-limits table that she was currently getting access to and took her seat next to Leigh and opposite J.D. It was for two reasons; one being that it’s easier to convince someone of something if you had direct eye contact with them, and two, though Natalie knew that Leigh’s co-operation over it was based on J.D.’s interests, she capitalised on it by playing out the visual representation that Natalie was on the same side as the friend who had his best interests at heart, who he listened to, and therefore alluding to the idea that Natalie was less of a threat that he might be predisposed to thinking. It was a subtle play, but every little helps.
The point still remained, however, that Natalie didn’t have Leigh’s acceptance as such and therefore, just as J.D. had fobbed her off the previous day, leaving her to lean on her perseverance, Natalie was expecting Leigh’s version of it.
And here we go;

"Hey,” she called to J.D. who, Natalie noticed, had decided that he would give her a sample of his work after all. Success… always feels so good. “Show her that satire you drew in biology a couple of months ago. You know, when we were supposed to dissect... whatever it was, I can't remember.”

It was a frog. Natalie remembered… just not entirely sure why Leigh was recommending a frog satire when Natalie had expected for there to be something more controversial, that you really had to pick a side over. Then again, there was the mischievous glint in Leigh’s eyes and the questioning look in J.D.’s that had Natalie re-evaluating whether she was going to get off easily.
Right. Now, as much as she wanted J.D.’s work in the paper, Natalie wasn’t going to sell out people she actually respected for it and so, this was crunch time.

"What, this one?" J.D. finally asked, displaying his work as Natalie took a second in letting her eyes flick to both Leigh and J.D. in search for any signs on how to take this before looking straight at the satire. Artistically speaking, it was great… journalistically speaking, it was a masterpiece.
It was Matt Sidle, exactly as he was. Natalie’s eyes lit up, a delighted smiled gliding smoothly over her glossed lips as she refused to take her eyes off the complete perfection that that satire was for a few more moments, and then raising her gaze to meet both Leigh and J.D. as she shifted in her seat to face them both better.

“Well, journalism is all about the truth, after all,” she declared, that grin still firmly over her features before flicking her eyes back to the drawing, slightly shaking her head; “It’s brilliant.”
Then she took a moment to compose herself, professionalism back in play. So… J.D. and Leigh weren’t exactly fans of Matt either… this was certainly a good sign. Also, as pretentious as it sounded, she hadn’t expected J.D. to be quite so incisive about Matt, which suggested that J.D. harboured some sort of resentment towards Matt, rather than just dislike. Another thing was, publishing this would never be allowed. Damn it.

“Problem is, I can’t get this past the radar,” she confessed, regret in her voice as she stole another look at the drawing. A small breath flooded her lungs as eyes narrowed in contemplation of an idea; just because it wasn’t allowed didn’t mean Natalie wasn’t going to do it. “But something this good deserves to be shared, so…,” she leaned forwards onto the table, conspiratory air surrounding her as she placed her palms and forearms down on the table. “If you’re up for it, I have an idea to make sure everyone sees it anyway. Matt deserves it.”

(((OOC: I really hope that works

MESSAGE TO EVERYONE

Hey guys,

Firstly, I echo Atropa's OOC - come on, guys, let's get more active in RPing, it'd be such a shame to let SS die. Put your characters out there for interaction and see who else is out there and see where that leads you - no harm in trying, right?

Secondly, I will be posting a new thread once we hit the 1,000 post limit, and I will put up a list of school NPCs and along with Gears' suggestion, I think it'll be great if anyone wanted to spruce up their applications (given the progression of events and all) when posting in the new thread.

Thanks!

A.)))

"Me too! Being lost makes me hungry." Molly said "I was lost when I first got here. So what school or city do you come from?"
They wandered over to the counter. Lea glanced at the food, before replying, "I've moved around an awful lot. Nobody wants to keep me, it seems." A shy smile stole over her face, and she picked up a salad, placing a pithy amount onto her plate.
"What about you? Moved for any special reason?" Lea grinned. "God, I hate joining new schools. So much hassle."
Looking off into the distance, Lea continued talking: "There's always the friends issue too. Which clique should I join? How should I wear my uniform THIS time? What's the best way to fit in? It gets so aggravating sometimes." She grinned, and moved forwards to grab a drink.
((OOC: Hope that's all okay ¬¬ In reference to making this more active, perhaps we could have some definition as to when we're allowed to move on if there's been no reply to our posts?))

(((OOC:

Okay, here we go - 1000th post reached (well done everyone! :D) and time for a new thread in accordance with the forum rules. Everything that happened in this thread is still part of the story and we're still moving along the same time frame - hope to see you all over in the new thread!)))

((OOC: Alissa, can I request thatwe keep the RP in this thread for a day or two so that the apps can all be together in one screen in the new thread?
Also, for the teacher list, the bio teacher's name is Mrs. Jaym, and the drama teacher's name is Mrs. Etamas.))

Loren fairly quickly decided that he would deal with cooking in his coat, it wasn't like it would look weird for someone to be sweating in a duct tape jacket, and the salt would probably be good for the pressure burn, wash it out more.

At least Nadia had liked his little improv singing there, it meant a lot to him that someone who was as great an actress as she was thought that he was good enough for the starring role in the school play. Of course, any objective standard would agree, but Loren's mind was hardly an objective standard.

He nodded quite seriously when she suggested that he get spare pairs of tights, as he knew full well from when the community thearter had done a chorus line that they wore through practically instantly.

The bell had rung a while ago, but Loren was more than willing to cut Mr. Benetti's class, he did his homework sometimes, and the guy was extremely disapproving of artsy fartsy attention span lacking drama nerds. Nadia apparently wasn't. "Holy Hathor's horns! We have math in....well let's just say we'll be in more trouble that a pair of kids in an old lady's candy house if we don't get going".

She grabbed his arm just as he got his backpack onto the other one, and he was able to avoid yelping as she squeezed extremely hard on his burn, but his eyes bugged out quite comically. She didn't notice as she was too busy dragging him through traffic to class, and he couldn't be anything but exuberant when his freinds were equally so, so when they pulled into class as the late bell rang, and Benetti glared at them, Loren was neither surprised or upset. He was here after all... that had to count for something, and if he had come in in a slightly more... attention grabbing than usual way, being dragged in by a brunette on a mission to be on time, that wasn't foreign to him at all.

"Sorry if I broke your arm" she said, "But considering you're going to be a doctor, I bet you can fix it".

"Or go for the whole Frankenstein thing and replace it," he quipped. They had to do a few problems in class, and Loren took the time to fix his homework- he was here after all- but when the bell rang he got out of class as quickly as he could. Maths were stifling.

((Approachable))

(((OOC: Sounds like a good idea to me
Shall we say that we'll post in this thread until Wednesday?
It gives sufficient time for everyone to repost their applications.)))

Going into this mess with Katie, Esteban had a basic attack plan in mind. Intimidate just enough to keep her in check. Endear just enough to inspire a mild case of Stockholm's Syndrome loyalty. And deny, deny, deny, deny. Hell, even if she didn't believe him, then at least she might either be too scared or feel too inexplicably attached to tattle. And that was it. That was the entirety of Esteban's master plan going into all of this, but sometimes life is as capricious as Esteban. He never planned on being alone with Katie in a little closet. He didn't imagine he'd be pinning back her delicate arms and making his body like a brick wall against hers, but sometimes life throws you a curve ball.

Normally, when people are dealing with someone who's scared s***less, they try to give them some space. Try to comfort them, to talk them down. Esteban's not like most people, and he's never had the gift of social graces. He decides real quick to clamp her down and let her struggle it out. Let her feel defeated, feel too tired to struggle, feel at his mercy. Let her realize that letting the f***head be in charge ain't so bad, and if he was going to try something then her pants would already be ripped off by now.

And s***, this looks bad. If anyone walked in right now, he'd be in a whole 'nother world of trouble way bigger than before. And seriously, why would he try anything with Katie of all people? Like he was that desperate for it. He'd much rather nail one of Sienna's s****y friends. But Katie? Seriously?. Katie??? No f***ing way.

At least, that's what he's thinking--a whole world apart from what he's feeling. No, what he's feeling leaves his disappointed with himself because the scents in her hair and the way that her slim, hard body was writhing against him awoke something he'd been ignoring inside him. Something that made his testicles feel tight. Ay dios mio, life was confusing sometimes.

When he feels her calming down against him, he lets up a little, easing the pressure off her body. Truth is, he's anxious to let her go. Holding her down was making him uncomfortably horny, and if anyone walked in right now, then a little locker room prank would be the least of his worries. So when it finally seems like she's ready to cooperate, Esteban mentally breathes a little sigh of relief and decides to check just how much she trusts him—how willing she is to follow him.

“"Ok, I'm gonna let go. When I do, count to three then slowly turn around and face me. Ok?"

“Thanks.”

That completely perfunctory response practically knocks Esteban off his feet. He wants to grin widely, but he knows that's an a** thing to do, so he bites his lip instead. When he backs away, he keeps one eye on her and one eye shoots straight down to his crotch. A wave of relief rolls over him—oh, thank the saints he doesn't have an erection right now.

His teeth are itching with the smell of tequila, and in his blood he's got a little too much indigeno--a little to much of the red man who needs liquor the same way a Jewish mother needs to nag and a twenty-something man needs to shag. So as he moves back, he scoops up the bottle of tequila in his hand, and he raises it to his lips. The aroma fills his nostrils and arouses memories of all the bad decisions he's made under the influence of one too many shots. He probably shouldn't be taking a swig of it while he's in a closet alone with Katie Byrd and one insistent tongue in his ear away from a full-fledged hard-on, but... he takes it anyway. What the hell. Life is short.

Katie doesn't snap around immediately. She takes a second or two before turning, so he figures he's at least halfway there with getting her trained. Nice. Once she faces him, she looks a lot less like a hissing cat stuck under a bed but still on edge. "Excuse me, could you please move?"

Esteban's eyes deliberately point left, then right, like where the f*** do you want me to go? cause there isn't a whole lot of room to maneuver in the closet. He manages a half-step backwards; he's still blocking the door, and it's not quite as far as he could've gone, but at least it's something.

He looks at the bottle, looks at Katie with her arms and legs crossed over the most sensitive parts of her body, and why were they glistening like that? He didn't make her cry, did he?

“You ok?” He asks her again, this time actually sounding half-interested in her response. F*** it. Why do chicks always seem to end up crying when he's around? It's not like he was that rough with her, was it?

The bottle goes to his lips again, and he lets the harsh taste mellow out on his tongue before sliding it down to his gut in one satisfying gulp. After he's done, he extends it to her. “Here,” he says. “You look like you need a drink.”

Apologies did not come naturally to Esteban.


((Gack... sorry about the delay. There was so much I wanted to touch on with this post, and I had trouble tapping into it all and feel like it sucked and didn't quite get at everything but oh well.

Also, Alissa, will you add Esteban's janitor friend to the list of NPC staff peoples? Eduardo *thinks of stock Mexican last name* Jimenez))

(((ooc: Figured I'd post the app here as well, in order to properly introduce him as a new character. )))


Name: Tyler Young (nickname; Ty)

Age/Class: 18/Junior (held back a year due to excessive absence from school)

Clique: Troublemaker

After School Activity: Music club

Brief History/Personality Description:
Unlike many of his peers, Tyler, though labelled a troublemaker, is quite the easygoing and carefree young man. So carefree, in fact, that he's been held back a year due to excessive absence from school, and had to repeat his sophomore year. Which actually bothers him none. He's simply going on his merry way, in no particular hurry to graduate, figuring he's already got a job and a place of his own (explanation to follow), so what's the hurry? Nor is he much bothered by the boundaries between the various cliques, and doesn't dislike people for being rich, odd, "dark", or intimidatingly intelligent. As long as they don't get on his case, or simply just stay out of his way altogether, he usually gets along with everyone just fine. Whenever he throws a party, everyone is welcome, and because he's got his own, 24/7 parent-free place, those parties tend to be widely popular. And should you ever find yourself in need of a place to crash, he's got two somewhat worn but very comfortable couches, as well as a large double bed to offer, and isn't opposed to the idea of letting people use them.

But, Tyler Young is bad news. Most everyone knows it, and even the jocks tend to make an effort to stay on his good side. Not because he's a tough fighter - which, admittedly, he is, though that's rarely been known to make jocks back off - but because he's... shall we say, connected.
Since the tender age of thirteen, he's been working for the shadier people in town, starting out as an errand boy simply because he happened to be in the right place at the right time, and then for the past couple of years have been advancing gradually in rank and duties. These days, he's known in Brooklake High as well as in his own neighbourhood, as the one to go to, if one is on a mission to score some lighter drugs or hard liquor, or if one is in need of some quick cash, or even credit for something bought from him. The pockets of his employers are deep, and loans a frequent occurance, even for people Tyler's age, with the neverending race among the young for the latest fashion and gadgets that their parents might be either refusing them, or too poor to get for them. Thus, there are a few students at Brooklake currently in debt to Tyler and his employers. And when comes time to collect that debt, Tyler is often the one to do that as well, and in true arm-twister manner will use force if "necessary". Though he takes no pleasure in it, and those unfortunate enough to have experienced it all first hand, have found him effective, but strangely congenial.

As for his family situation; it could probably be described as shaky, at best. His parents divorced shortly after he was born, and his father, Victor, went on to soon form a new family with another woman. Due to joint custody, Tyler ended up spending weekends, parts of school breaks and some holidays with his father, the new wife and the couple's adopted daughter, who was around the same age as him, and with whom he got along rather well. Until a few years ago, when it was time for Victor's second divorce, which eventually resulted in single custody of his daughter. Shortly thereafter, Tyler's mother was found to be an unfit one, spending most of her time working and leaving Tyler home alone, thus resulting in the young man acting out more and more in and out of school, in his increasingly desperate attempts for some attention. Eventually, he too was handed over to his father, who at that point was already struggling as a single parent.
Consequently, Tyler ended up feeling much like a burden, resenting his sister for having gotten first "dibs" on their father, and sought refuge in his own independence. Now, since the age of fifteen, he has his own place, an apartment legally leased by his employer, but (mostly) paid for by Tyler himself.


Anything else you might want to add:
His sister is Dylan Bishop. He plays both drums and guitar, has a tattoo of a wolf paw print all in black on his left shoulder, a silver stud in his right eyebrow and a scar above his left one, along with one on the left side of his chin. He has due to his reputation been approached by two bullied achievers willing to pay him for protection against their jock tormentors. They are now bullied no more.
Drives a motorcycle, and has a pet ball python named Monty (the Python).


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(((ooc: Open to backstories, plot lines, friends, victims, love interests, etc. )))

Katie was emphatically not happy. She was stuck in a closet, a random guy from years ago had come back and confused the hell out of her, she had just been nearly raped, she had had to deal with a flock of irritated silver nitrate covered cheerleaders yesterday, and if she were any other person, the combined stress of the usual problems of her day, on top of the very unusual one facing her now, would be enough to send them incandescent.

Not Katie. Now that she wasn't pressed against a shelf, and now that she suspected very strongly that Esteban's intentions, if not honorable, weren't lecherous, she wasn't in paralytic fear. Which left anger. Which she was able to focus, to direct, to put away. It left her far from happy, but very unlikely to do something stupid. This anger, so foreign to her, and so consuming to most other people, would pass through, and give clarity. As opposed to the rabbit terror she had felt a mere moment ago.

And maybe, just maybe, with her mind hyper-analyzing everything through a fine lens of anger and lingering concern over her own safety, she wouldn't be quite so... dumb.

Then again, when her eyes were still glistening- with allergies, not tears, he hadn't made her cry, he hadn't he hadn't!- and she was still scared and she had never been so angry to the point where she would try something... well, she was still way off balance.

At least he backed off a step. He was still very much in her personal space, but then again, in the closet there wasn't much that stayed out of her personal space. She had wanted him to let her get the hell out, but now that she had a moment to think, maybe that wasn't such a good idea, given that she was splattered all over with whatever that solvent was. She knew she recognized the smell, but she couldn't place it. Definitely some alcohol in it, if it was making her eyes water, since she wasn't crying, it had to be the solvent being an irritant.

She had a sweater in her locker, but she guessed it made sense to wait til traffic went down... or something. His logic was a bit fuzzy to her, but at least it was altruistic. That soaring tide of anger was hard for her to maintain, and she couldn't associate anything not altruistic, since he was doing her a huge favor at the moment- he wasn't forcing her. The mind of Katie Byrd was very much messed up in that kind of way.

"You, ok?" he asked.

"Fine." she snapped, bringing her head up to make eye contact. After all, she wasn't crying, and she wouldn't put up with being condescended to. Especially not now. She might not be able to hold on to the anger she'd had a couple of moments ago, but that didn't mean she was calm.

Then he brought the bottle of solvent to his lips and took a swig, and Katie's anger went straight out the window in entirety. What the hell kind of idiot took a swig out of a bottle of cleaning solvent? Weren't there other places to get alcohol than in something that they used to get gum off of desks? Holy crap, what if he died or had to go to the hospital, what would she do, what was she supposed to do, was she supposed to tell someone, but then... oh gosh.

He took the bottle away from his lips and didn't drop dead. Secondary panic was slipping away. It seemed that crisis of drinking out of a bottle of gum solvent wasn't imminent. And she wrinkled her nose as she took a step back in case it took a few seconds for it too make a mess of his innards. And as she inhaled she didn't smell the icy smell of nitrogen, it was that same alcohol-y smell as before. Oh no. It wasn't... the school wouldn't hire janitors that...

“Here, you look like you need a drink.”

She fixed her stare back to a level one, from the momentary explosion of concern that she'd had, and then meditatively reached into her pocket for a tissue to wipe up the eye irrigation- not tears- that had gone onto her face just a little, completely against her will. That gave her a second to actually think before she talked, and she still decided to stick with her stock answer. "No, thank you, plenty of better places to get hydrocarbons."

She folded her handkerchief primly and put it back in her pocket, taking her eyes off him for a second to cross her legs the other way so that she could reach her right pocket with her left arm.

((OOC: robokitty, 'twas perfectly all right. Hope the above is okay with you))

uh can i till join?

((OOC: Ava, yep, you should apply in the new thread though. Can't wait to see your app! ))

Upon concluding his interview with the dour girl with a hyper-inferiority complex, Donnie turned his microphone to himself and began recounting the events of the class. Later, he would run the audio sample through a speech to text program and archive it with the rest of his journal entries. The result would be a fully searchable database of every event in his day.

“Thirty two minutes after the bell, Josh Brennan entered late with Leigh Grayson and Abby Vigilanti. Multiple contusions visible on both females. Meat heads proceeded sit with the like-minded. Thirty seven minutes, Katie Byrd left without returning. Thirty eight minutes-- ”

When Jude approached him, Donnie abruptly halted his dictation in accordance with what he understood was the courteous response to someone—especially a friend—trying to instigate a conversation.

And at that moment, he experienced a brief episode of cognitive dissonance. Over the past two years, Donnie had grown accustomed to identifying Jude as the three-dimensional array of pixels that constituted his Human avatar, to hearing his voice digitized over VOIP chat—a voice that cracked progressively less and less over the years. And instead of meeting in the crude trappings of the physical world, they normally met in the bustling, subterranean city of Ironforge, where Donnie's purple-skinned avatar would swap out all her epic gear to /dance in revealing bikini briefs. Two years of questing, grinding, mighty PVP battles, and running back to their bodies.

And here they were at these coordinates in time and space—two mundane teenage students without the rippling muscles or pointed ears of their alter egos. If he weren't so pleased to see an old friend, he might've been disappointed.

“Hey,” Donnie said after the half-second he took to reconcile the virtual and physical Jude. He wondered how Jude was enjoying his first day, how his trip back from Greenland had fared, and how he could stand living with Natasha and the rest of his family. Myriad questions sprouted up in his mind, and he processed them through the sieve of acceptable colloquialisms between peers of their age. “What's up?”

OOC: ok i will make up a character. uh more questions if you could please answer.

1. is there a main storyline to follow, or is it ok to just pop in and act?
2. can you tell a summary of what already happened so i could know what already happened in game, since it will take me year to red all the posts.

anyway that's all thanks in advance for the help.

(((OOC:
Okay guys, NPC lists updated

Ava - We'd be glad to have you
It's a freeform RP and so there's no particular story to follow aside from the fact that all the characters are junior level students and in the same classes. So, yup, feel free to jump in any time and RP - though if two players are involved in an interaction, please do check with them before splicing your character into the conversation

As for everything that's happened so far (and I'll add this to the first post of the new thread and keep it updated to the best of my ability), it's currently Tuesday of first week of term.

Significant Events
Day 1 - Monday:

Common knowledge:
Anonymous persons played a trick involving Silver Nitrate on the cheerleading squad, which resulted in a lot of them getting temporary black patches on their skin.
Sienna Gentry's car was vandalised.
Esteban Morales got into a fight with Dylan Bishop's boyfriend Mark Neilsen (NPC), resulting in hospitalisation of the latter.
Matt Sidle had a football thrown at his head by Josh Brennan, for flirting with Abby Vigilanti.

Secret:
The silver nitrate prank was played out by J.D. Harper and Esteban Morales, the only person who currently knows this is Sienna Gentry.
Josh Brennan and Matt Sidle are in a clandestine relationship, the only person who knows this is Natalie Cardew.
Esteban Morales and Sienna Genty are in a secret relationship.
Preston Hollister was responsible for the vandalisation of Sienna Gentry's car and the only person who knows this is Lorene Davis.

Day 2 - Tuesday:

Common Knowledge:
Leigh Grayson is back, after being temporarily moved to a neighbourhood school, and her return was marked by a fight involving Gavin Messner (NPC). Abby Vigilanti intervened, only to earn herself a punch from Gavin Messner, resulting in Josh Brennan intervening, also earning himself a punch, but eventually defusing the situation.
However, the Principal did have to get involved, resulting in detention for the whole bunch of them.
J.D. Harper and Esteban Morales also got into a fight with other jocks, but weren't caught.
Matt Sidle asked Sienna Gentry to the dance on Saturday, she accepted. Later, the pair was antagonised by Natalie Cardew playing mind games with both of them.
There was an altercation in the maths room.
Katie Byrd was bullied by Lacrosse team bully Melissa Markham (NPC), then helped out by Esteban Morales, who later dragged her off into the closet.

Secret:
The altercation in the maths room arose because Dylan Bishop and Matt Sidle had had a one-night stand that her boyfriend, Mark Nielsen (NPC) found out about.)))

OOC: oh, ok thanks for the help, will post my character soon i just need to know how to take a good screenshot.

ooc: can we start posting on the new thread?

(((OOC: Yup, was just about to make an annoucement

To everyone

Given that the majority has posted their applications in the new thead, this thread is officially closed and we'll start RPing in the new thread. See you all over there!)))

Posting for non-purge purposes.

For the eleventy fifthieth time I clicked on the very old Sweet 16 thread instead of this one when I was reading back posts. So I bump.

Sorry if I'm the only one that that's been annoying.

Name:Katie Miller
Age/Class: 16/Junior
Clique: Skater/Surfer
After School Activity: Choir(:P)
Brief History/Personality Description:After buying her first skate board Katie new skating was for her. When she moved from Scotland she was afraid of standing out but her love for skating made her fit right in. She absoloutly HATES preps and jocks

Anything else you might want to add:Katie is called Kit kat by her best friends
She has hazel eyes and short brown hair

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Hope I get in

kit__kat123 - Welcome. Great to see a new player join. Just a tiny little problem: This particular thread it closed, but the roleplay itself is still alive and kicking, in this thread. You're welcome to post your app there instead, since it's in that thread all the action is.

Okay then...

Name:

Threasa Thames

Age/Class:

Sixteen/Seventeen, Junior

Clique:

Prep

After School Activity:

Yearbook Club President

Debate Club

Brief History/Personality Description:

My names Threasa Brianna Thames. My father is successful CEO of Apple Inc. My mother stays at home and paints. You may know her...Shes the famous artist Gina Thames. As much as a love my family they always plan everything for me. I mean EVERYTHING. Apparently they know who im marrying, how many kids, and what im going to be when i grow up. Although i doubt any of their plans will work. Right now as much as a i want a boyfriend....I dont have one. My first love Jonathen Renolds, died in a motorcycle accident after we dated for a month. I couldnt stay in that town...My friends werent very comforting and i coulnt coope with all his memories around me. All i want is a simple cute and sweet guy. Im the senior editor of the school yearbook, and im on the debate team. I would love someday to be a lawyer. Not those behind the desk, that would be boring, im talking in court yelling and fighting in front of a judge. I have a definite attiude. My long brown hair is really thick and insanely hard to brush. Although i do love my new blonde highlights my mum got me. Im part british from my mom's side. I really hope i can fit in at this school....

Anything else you might want to add:

New transfer from England, I have a cat named percy whose a American Manx. My favorite color is blue, and my favorite food is fried rice. I love eating japenese food.

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