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[Efflorescent Beauty]

❥ { r e a d y }


❥ { s e t }


This morning, you opened your locker to discover a plain white envelope with your name written across it in block letters sitting neatly atop your books. As it isn't your birthday, it puzzles you- and the back of your mind is somewhat disturbed that someone knows your locker combination. However, the bell has just rung, so you grab it along with your other books and hurry to class. As everyone settles in, half-asleep, you rip open the envelope, unfold the paper inside, and begin to read.


You may be wondering why you have received this letter, and who would have sent it. My name is________, and even if you do not know me, you likely know of me. I've decided to play a little game, and you're 'invited'. That is to say, you will be playing if you want to keep things best left secret under wraps. Perhaps you already know what it is I speak of; if not, I would be delighted to share it with you privately.

But for now, I'm requesting that you meet me by the flag pole immediately after school. If you do not arrive, then your secret will be shared, whether or not you are aware of what it is thus far.

I look forward to seeing you after school.


By now, you are, if nothing else, curious or a little annoyed- perhaps both. Perhaps you're extremely annoyed; maybe you're even scared. Throughout the day, you look for this stranger, but it appears that he has not come to school today- he isn't present in the classes you may share with him.


❥ { g o ! }


So after school you gather at the flagpole- no ones there. You wait a couple minutes, slowly becoming aware that others around you seem to be waiting the same rather desperate air you yourself have; you find yourself wondering if maybe these are other 'players' in the game. Your question is answered as the stranger appears, thanks you for coming, and immediately motions for you to follow him.

You refrain from punching his lights out, seeing as you know teachers like to position themselves at various points around the school to make sure that no fights, smoking, or the like occur while you are still under their jurisdiction- according to law, the school is in loco parentis until you step onto your own property. As such, you're also fairly certain nothing illegal is about to occur. Unless blackmail is illegal already...you're not sure.

But it doesn't seem to matter; the stranger leads you into a back alley and behind a row of storefronts, leading you to a small table with a small stack of papers and a large assortment of colored bracelets, sorted by color. You are each handed a paper to read, and he stuffs his hands in his pockets and waits for you all to finish reading, looking like the cat that's caught the canary.


The name of the game is SNAP.

Gel bracelets, jelly bracelets, sex bracelets, shag bands—call them what you will, but everyone knows about them. They’re those little loops of plastic that come in a wide variety of colors that you wear on your wrists. Many thought they were just a cheap fashion accessory that depressed teenagers in dark makeup wore or scantily clad school girls used to conform. However, it wasn’t long before a rumor started that shocked and terrified many parents. Apparently these colorful bracelets signified the wearer’s willingness to partake in certain…sexual favors. This was just a rumor, however, and many teenagers scoffed at how their parents could blow anything out of proportion. However, who’s to say everyone took this as “just a rumor” and didn’t turn it into a actual pastime?

Welcome to the game.

It works like this: You choose at least five different colors to wear- their meanings are given in the list on the back of this paper- and wear at least thirty total on your 'active' arm at any given time. There is no limit to how many you can wear. Below is noted the special rules regarding the red glittery bracelets. For the general colors, if someone breaks one of your bands, you do whatever the band stands for. You may not back out- having selected the colors you wear means you are willing to perform those colors. However, you cannot not be forced to do anything you do not want to do, and if necessary, come to me for a less extreme color choice.

There are a couple of rules:
1. Once you’re in the game, you may not get out.
2. You must only wear the colors you are willing to partake in.
2. You may move/run/jerk away from whoever is trying to snap your bracelet. Therefore, if you want to break a bracelet you must be quick and stealthy.
3. Again- there is no forcing allowed.
4. Bracelets may only be snapped manually, with no help of scissors or other sharp objects. Only one person may snap a single bracelet at a time.
5. If the bracelet does not break and snaps back to the player’s wrist, you may not try again immediately- you need to wait for another encounter.
6. Always be safe! This is a MUST!
7. No telling authority figures of the game, such as teachers, principals, or parents, unless something genuinely awful has taken place. Also, no telling students notorious for being “tattle tales”, or else all players may be in serious trouble.
8. Hiding or concealing your bands is not permitted. If you are wearing a long-sleeved shirt or jacket, the bands must be on the outside of all sleeves. If you are discovered hiding your bands, the discoverer gets to snap one of your bands without opposition from you.

As for the glittery red bands- if you qualify to wear it, wear it you must. It must be kept on the arm opposite the one with all the normal (active) band colors. If you have chosen any bands that would negate the red glittery one, they also stay on the opposite arm. To break the red glittery band, the wearer must place it on someone else's wrist and then snap it; it may not be snapped by anyone else. Once snapped, all bands are to remain on the normal (active) arm.

[ciandera]

The day started out as any other. A pink haired boy was awoken by the beeps of his cell phone alarm. He mumbled as he sat up to turn it off. The time read 5:30 AM which was his usual time. He yawned, slowly slinking out of bed. He changed his clothing, brushed his teeth and hair, then made his way downstairs. He fixed some breakfast up for himself. Nothing fancy, just some toast and jam. He ate it in silence before heading to the door. He swung a bag over his shoulder, out on his shoes, and left the house by 6 AM.

Now you might be wondering why a high school boy would be up this early. This was because school was not his destination. He liked to have a morning practice at a small community center near his home. An hour practice was all he really had time for with a shower following it. By the time he reached school it was 7:30 AM and in front of his locker was a handsome jock. The jock looked at him and motioned away. The pink haired boy near what this guy wanted and he was happy to oblige.

With another yawn the pink haired boy stepped out of an out of order bathroom. He could hear a few whispers but nothing he concerned himself with. Ion Cornel, the school's resident slut. He put a lollipop in his mouth and smiled. He was glad that this bathroom was probably never going to be fixed. It already had the reputation for being the... well 'extra physical education' bathroom. He used it often and a teacher has never caught him. It all worked out. He knew what he was and did not care either way.

"Well that was fun! Huh, wonder time it is... oh s**t."

Ion quickly went to his locker and opened it. Inside, he was surprised to see a letter laid down perfectly on his books. Someone had been in his locker! Uggh how annoying but he really did not have time to be thinking about it right now. He put the letter and some books in his bag and went to his first class.

Class was boring as usual. The teacher mumbled on, when it was done he went to the net class. This was repeated until lunch time finally rolled around. It was also at this time a girl and two of his friends went to his desk. She did not look happy and he knew why. That jock he fooled around with was her boyfriend. He just smiled at her, tilting his head innocently.

"Oh my, it's been awhile since a lady has asked for my services. And so many of you! This will be quite fun."

The girls did not appreciate his joke.

"Umm no you ******** slut. My friend say you go into that bathroom with my boyfriend. You'd better stop trying to take him or else."

"Or else what?"

He asked as he stood. Now Ion was not the tallest guy but he was certainly tall enough to look down on these girls.

"You're going to tell everyone i'm a slut? Well sorry hun a bit too late for that. I do offer this suggestion though. If you want to keep your man try being better. But let's face it, you'll never be as good as me."

Ion pointed to his mouth and left without another word. He made his way to the cafeteria and ordered whatever they thought food was for the day. Along with that, he got himself some cake, an apple and water. He walked to his usual eating spot, a staircase a bit away from the noisy cafeteria. He sat down and was about to start on his apple when a few guys approached him like always. He would have taken them up on their offers too, if it not for him glancing at his bag and noticing the letter again. So he politely declined and took out the letter. With ease he opened it and with every word a smirk grew. A secret... a game. How exciting! Whatever this person has on his he must think it is enough for a threat. He couldn't help but shiver in delight. today was going to be interesting.

He couldn't wait for school to finish up. It felt like an eternity. He watched the clock closely and when the bell rang to signal school was over, he left in a flash. Much to the disappointment of a few guys who wanted his services. Ion, a bit too excited, walked to the flag pole. It was not much of a surprise that he was there alone. He did just rush here after all, so he figured he had to wait. He opened and popped in another lollipop and put on his headphones on a low volume. That way he'd be able to hear others and the music. He leaned his back on the flagpole with a smile. This game better be fun.

Mood: Excited Speaking With: No One Location: School - Flagpole
OOC:---------------

[Filia Diab0li]

Ozlin
Wearing: This ● With: No one -> Ion ● Location: Class -> Flagpole


Ozlin was late. He didn’t care that much, besides dreading that stare the entire class does when you arrive late. Why couldn’t he just be completely invisible? It’d make coasting through this last shitty year of high school so much easier. The east hall’s were pleasantly silent where his locker was, give or take the occasional kid running to class. He opened his locker, grabbing his usual first two period’s books, Advanced Trigonometry and Biology 101. He wouldn't of noticed the white envelope if it hadn't fallen to the ground with a light “plop”.

”What the ********]

He reached down and slipped it into his math book. He didn't have time to read it right now.

On his way to his first period, he passed the infamous bathroom. He saw the pink haired boy exit said bathroom, who he'd learnt was the boy slut of the school back when he was just settling in two years ago. He didnt care what that kid did in his spare time. Ozlin knew he wasnt any better than him. In a ******** up sense, they were similar. The boy ******** for fun, Ozlin had ******** for money. He glared at several students who made suggestive hand motions behind Ion's back with their tongues bobbing their cheeks in and out.

"Imbeciles." He thought as he continued on. He pushed through the middle of the group of idiots just to piss them off.

Math class was already well under way when he entered the classroom. In the loud chatter of oblivious students, he shuffled through his backpack to retrieve the envelope. It had his name written on the front. The hell was this? Many different ideas came to mind, like maybe a love note, or an unintelligent insult written by the school’s resident juice head. The further he read, the lower his stomach sank. This was sick, and it was just his luck this was happening to him of all people. The rest of the day had drifted in a haze. Ozlin tried to distract himself with class, but for once in his life, he couldn't bring himself to pay attention. It wasn't until it was time to head to the meeting spot that his mind cleared. This was it.

He trudged to the flag pole, unsure of who it was in this school that was devious enough to play this nonsense. He saw the pink haired boy waiting, lollipop in mouth. Was he the mastermind? Ozlin glanced around making sure there was no hardass anti-smoking teacher around before pulling out his pack of Djarum Blacks and a plain silver Zippo lighter from his coat pocket. He hit the bottom of the carton against his palm and slipped a half smoked cigarette between his lips. He stopped a little ways away from the boy, and flicked his lighter. His goal was to scope him out without causing any unnecessary interaction. From what the letter said, it wouldnt be unwise to assume there might be others participating, so he waited. He pulled out his cell, taking a few drags before typing out a text to his mother.

To: Mom
Won't be home for a few hours,
staying after school to finish some homework.

((ooc: totally was lazy and copied some of my old intro from the original LOL orz ))

[Efflorescent Beauty]

Bracelets:

5. Yellow
5.Purple
4.Pink
2. Glittery Yellow
2.Glittery Clear
3. Black
5. Blue
3. Lime Green

"
Crimson paint fell like droplets of rain, splashing onto the plastic covered floor below with a pitter patter sound that filled the quiet room. Usually the artist was never wasteful with paint but he was inspired. The brush in his long fingers glided acoss the crisp white canvas, painting a story fit for everyone to gaze at. The artist was name was Ayame, he enjoyed painting so much that the brown hair male worked throughout the night, only stopping to use the bathroom or eat. He had many paintings in fact, several leaning up against two walls in his apartment finished and unfinished that he could turn in. Ayame derided to do a new one instead at the last second which is why he was so exhausted and ready to fall off the small stool at any moment but this projected needed to be finished so he stayed strong. Well, at least he was almost done! a few more things needed to be touched up then the canvas would be put aside so it could dry. Ayame's brown eyes scanned his paint spattered tray for the sea blue color he wanted to add and frowned, not seeing it anywhere. Great, just freaking great! The closest paint shop was a few blocks away from his apartment so he could shower, get dressed for school and go buy a new tube of paint to finish after class. sighing when not knowing what else to do so he rubbed fingers in his hair in frustration, leaving red paint behind which wasn't noticed of course. With one last look at his unfinished work he stood off of the small stool, tiptoed over the paint on the ground to not get even more dirty then he already was. The clock read he was a little late so the teen undressed along the way to the bathroom, letting his clothes leave a trail down the small hallway behind him. With a twist of the knob in his shower, warm water spilled out of the tab and he pulled the small plug to make it come out of the shower head once it got warmer. Ayame stepped under the spray and scrubbed at his skin, ignoring how the water changed color when it hit the tiled floor of the shower. He was used to getting covered in paint but even now, so much was all over him that he usually missed some anyways.

After a while the shower was shut off and a now clean Ayame stepped out, yawning softly when feeling a lot better because he was clean and wide awake. Alright... a little awake because he still needed coffee and a long nap after school maybe. He made his way to the only bedroom in the house and walked to his dresser, fishing out clothes to wear which where actually folded neatly for once. His shirt was tugged on first then pants yanked up over his wet legs, Ayame hated the feel of being wet while dressing but like he said before, there was no time to waste. Of course it was possible to catch a cold so the brown eye male added a jacket and beanie to cover his wet hair. Finally Ayame left his apartment, on a mission to get to the bus stop and arrive on time, usually it was hard because the school was across town and so it meant he was usually late. Work was even further away but it was a great job and paid the rent and paints but he was thinking of finding an apartment closer to arrive on time like everyone else. Getting fired would be devastating because he looked for hours for a job and was lucky to even snatch this one before all the spots filled. Turning down the last street where the bus would pick him up Ayame took off in a run, seeing it already there and thanked his lucky stars that a old woman held up the line fishing out coins from her small coin purse. Panting softly he paid the toll then took a seat in the front, smiling softly to himself because he was doing pretty good this morning unlike the rest. Juggling work and school took a lot out of the teen sometimes but he never gave up, knowing it would be all worth it in the end.

In an hour or so the male finally found himself off the bus and standing in the hallway of his busy school, not really wanting to be here but knew it was mandatory. He used to miss a ton of classes when his sister died but quickly shaped up because he had to graduate on time if he ever wanted to get into collage. Ayame planned to leave this small town someday and just... travel everywhere in order to find himself and just forget about his crappy past. Ayame guessed he kind of zoned out again because he was soon face- to- face with a rusty locker that had been assigned to him for the school year. A small groan of annoyance escaped while the teen chewed angrily on his bottom lip, hoping he did not forget the locker combo because he knew the teachers hated to open them for careless students. Spinning the small dial around he landed on numbers he thought where familiar then let out a small sigh of relief, violet eyes sparkling in glee when it popped open with a small clicking noise on the first try. Pulling open the door he stuffed the scarf around his neck inside before fishing around for his books, almost missing the white envelope that fluttered out as well. Ayame stared down at it in awe as two possibilities entered his mind right away, first one being a cute girl was finally interested in him and wanted to meet or some really dumb fool was messing with the wrong person.To really know for sure he simply picked up the letter and tore it open, unfolding the paper inside which he read quietly to himself. Darn. The hot chick option was out. Ayame stood dead in his tracks while reading the paper in his hand over and over, the only real part that stuck out to him was things best left secret under wraps bit. Did this person really know he killed his sister and if he did not play this so-called game would his secret be spread around the school or something? Ayame actually found himself leaning on the locker next to his own for support and once having enough he stuffed it messily into his back pocket and headed to class.
---- timeskip-----
After school was finally over he was a wreck. Ayame had been thinking and stressing about the damn letter the whole day which he got called on many times and ended up getting scolded for not being able to answer anything. Wanting answers himself now the teen marched to the flag pole just like the letter said and blinked a few times in shock when seeing other males standing around it as well."Well, look at that. I was not the only one blackmailed after all.." Ayame mutters under his breath and joined the group, but ended up moving again when some male walked up to them and motioned for everyone to follow him. Well at least he knew who to punch in the face now because this male was the person who set this all up. Of course Ayame kept his fists to himself and once they arrived in some ally he spotted a small table waiting for them with a small stack of papers and a large assortment of bracelets on it. The bracelets where different colors and Ayame found himself getting nauseous just staring at them. When handed a paper to glance at the violet eye male shot a suspicious glance at the new kid before finally reading it over. A loud curse escaped from Ayame's mouth once finished and he flipped it over to read what the bracelets stood for so he knew just what was going to happen to him during the game.


((Out Of Control: ))

[IronMeep]

♠♥♣♦Braclets♠♥♣♦

Pink - 2 Glittery Pink - 3 Red - 3
Orange - 4 Glittery Orange - 1 Glow in the dark Orange - 3 Yellow - 4 Glittery Yellow - 5 Gold - 2 Glittery Gold - 4
Lime Green - 3 Green - 4 Glittery Green - 3 Glow in the dark Green - 1
Light Blue - 2 Blue - 3 Glittery Blue - 2 Glow in the dark Blue - 2 Dark Blue - 3 Purple - 4 Glittery Purple - 4
Indigo - 3
Black - 4 White - 2 Clear - 4 Glittery Clear - 4
Total: 80

The school seemed abandoned. Sunlight had only just started peeking over the horizon and with it the sound of birds waking. A lone figure illuminated only by the small bit of sunlight and glow of their phone. Tray stared unblinking at the screen, tapping the device every few seconds as DNA bubbles appeared. He had just finished delivering the “invitations” for his new game, much sooner than expected. He now sat against the wall of the school's main hallway playing Plague Inc.

"God dammit, how do you even use fungus?" he mumbled into the screen as cure efforts reached sixty-five percent.

He wasn't expecting an answer but it would have been nice to have one, maybe he’d try looking it up on Google later on. Just as his disease, God, had finally infiltrated every country the sound of footsteps reached his ears. Tray lifted his head in the direction of the sound as he closed the game. After a second of staring down the hall he looked back to his phone to check the time. He still had at least another fifteen minutes before students would usually start arriving at school but he was growing antsy. He tucked the phone away as the steps grew near then pulled the hoodie of his jacket up. There really was no reason to hide but today was special so he planned to be as inconspicuous as possible, unlike every other day when he called for the attention of all in the vicinity.

"-end of the week."
"I can’t, I have essays to grade."
“You’ll have all weeken-”

Tray had to hold back a snicker as one of the teachers stumbled over his outstretched legs. They looked down at the ‘slumbering’ student but seeing as he didn't stir they continued on their way. Tray watched them leave. Nothing interesting this morning, he thought. Letting out a large yawn, he pulled his legs up and rested his head on them as the hallways started to gained occupants. Same people with the same routines meeting with the same people with the same routines. This school is so boring. A large smile slowly spread across his face as he caught sight of one of his soon to be playmates arriving for school. Though I do hope to fix that very soon. One by one he watched the players arrived, each time making butterflies of anticipation burst in his stomach.

A few minutes before the bell would ring Tray stood to head for the field. He could spend a couple hours of the school day in the sport equipment closet. Perhaps catch up on some sleep that the excitement had robbed him of the night before, the yoga mats were pretty comfy if you piled up enough of them after all. Tray climbed out of sight behind the pile of tires the football team used then created his make shift bed. He planned to take a small nap then head to his last few classes and lunch. No need to worry about running into one of the others he had already memorized all their daily routines and could avoid them with his eyes closed. After getting comfortable he finished/lost his game of Plague Inc. before falling asleep.

The loud sound of a whistle woke him from his sleep. Tray slowly sat up, dazed and confused as to where he was before remembering taking a nap in the field’s shed. He pulled out his phone and nearly blinded himself trying to check the time.

“Oh s**t,” he let out a small sigh school had ended five minutes ago but because the shed was so far out he couldn't hear the class bells.

Oh well, he didn't mind letting them stew for a few minutes, he wouldn't be showing his face till they all arrived any who. Tray stumbled over the pile of tires once again and out the door. There were still many students strewn about the hall ways as he made his way to the restroom. He wanted to look good for his new “friends.” He ran wet fingers through dark hair to tame the terrible gel infused bed head. After a few minutes of this he deemed himself presentable and headed out. Tray walked into an empty classroom and sat himself by the window. From here he could see the group of boys slowly forming at the flag pole.



OOC:

I may mess around with my layout, I haven't been on gaia in a couple years and don't quite remember how to make it nice.

[Tenth Ride Free]

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ʟocᴀᴛɪoɴ» School, at the flagpole.
ғᴇᴇʟɪɴԍ» Irritated. Sick.
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All morning, he had the strangest bitter taste in his mouth. An omen? It wasn't morning breath, teeth brushed thoroughly. Definitely foreseeing the rest of the day. Ugh, he just felt sick. But he couldn't miss a day. Perfect grades came with perfect attendance, and this perfect star pupil had a reputation to keep. Often, he'd find himself staring at his reflection, with or without glasses. Perhaps he was displeased with himself. Sure, he fit the nerdy geeky category to a T, but to him, it just didn't. His smarts dictated him.

Perfection sucked.

He was gone before his mother was up, preferring to avoid her like the plague. No no, she was the plague. Just a couple more years, and he could be free. And yet, it didn't feel like it. There would still be shackles and chains, formed by his intelligence. By fault of his intelligence. The walk to school had him drudging along, with his head held high.

Practically invisible, but he didn't mind that. He only had his words and wits to stand up for himself. And that would just earn him a black eye. It wasn't his fault he was smarter than the mass population of meat heads. A deep sigh, popping his locker open. Everything organized, in place, except for an envelope. First of all, who had time to get up early just to break into his locker? An idiot, maybe? He didn't have time for this now, grabbing his books (and the envelope) before heading to class.

Calculus. He didn't have to pay much attention, really. Carefully, he opened that stupid little envelope, reading over the note. His eye might have twitched at first, that is, until a secret was mentioned and his heart dropped into his stomach. There was the bitter taste and sick feeling from earlier. No, no it couldn't be. He had been careful, made sure no one followed him, covered the stupid window in the door. So how could... It had to be something else. He tried to convince himself it was something else. But it wasn't, he knew it wasn't.

God, he felt sick.

It wasn't like he slept with the teacher, just did.... other things. He had his future to think about! Yet those thoughts didn't ease the horrid ache in his stomach. Maybe he could go home early... No, that wouldn't work. The day just passed right by him, yet that horrible English class went as slow as possible. A snail pace. He just couldn't look at him, that damned teacher. And he barely paid attention, his mind too occupied. He almost didn't hear the bell ring, ignoring said teacher as he left. Not today, he couldn't afford to attend their session today.

After putting away some unnecessary books, and a very deep inhale, he headed toward his destination; the flagpole. There was a bit of rush in his step. The last thing he needed was the entire school knowing just how far he'd go for perfection. He could just hear the name-calling now, the criticisms hollered at him. Oh, he couldn't wait to give this guy a few choice words. As he arrived, he noticed a few others thus far. He slowed in his steps, looking them over. The notorious slut, which was a surprise to see, and some others, whom he wasn't familiar with. He was lucky he knew of the slut. Rory halted, just a couple feet away from them, not bothering to start up a conversation. Despite one of them speaking up.


ooc» seems short.

[WhatTact]

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D e l i n q u e n txXxx

Oh yeah, I'm an ugly mess
Not in the face, but in the head
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tab Jack almost wasn’t at school the day the letters went out to the lockers. It wasn’t like it was the first time he would have missed, but it was early in the semester and he wanted to save most of his days for later when it was warmer and he gave even less of a s**t. So, when he saw the letter, sitting there on top of his mostly-unused books in his locker he was pretty sure he should have wasted the day off. Still, he was nearly late so he didn't bother reading it, he just grabbed it and stuck it in his books as he headed off to class.

tab He didn’t forget about the letter, but he was too busy trying to follow what was going on in his earlier classes to give too much of a s**t about it. Plus, if he was honest with himself he really didn’t wanna know what was in it. It seemed ominous as hell and he figured whatever was inside wasn’t good. Unmarked letters showing up in your things are never a good sign. A few times, when things slowed down, he almost did open it, getting as far as popping the seal open before either getting distracted or talking himself out of it.

tab It was at lunch that he finally opened the envelope. On the first reading, he thought it was a joke, on the second, he wasn't as sure, and on the third, he was pretty sure he was going to kick the s**t out of whoever was orchestrating this whole thing. His secrets weren't just s**t like "I liked Jimmy in third grade" Tray......tray? Isn't that that new little s**t who's got the creepy eyes?, Jack tapped the letter against his lips as he thought, folding the thing back up and stuffing it back into his books. Yeah, I could ******** him up. He frowned to himself, yeah, he technically could ******** the kid up pretty thoroughly, but he still wasn't sure if it would keep the kid from talking. Some people just didn't learn their lessons and it wasn't like he had that much to lose, but being arrested wasn't fun. s**t.

tab s**t.

tab He was going to have to play along, wasn't he?

tab The rest of the day passed in a distracted buzz and this time it wasn't about his fights, or anything else that was remotely important, it was just about that stupid letter. He wondered what the secret was, how much the stranger knew. He found it hard to believe that he'd know the depth of anything, but there was a distinct possibility that he'd know at least a little. Jack suspected it was about the fights, he couldn't really imagine it being anything else, but he was starting to examine himself for things that he was hiding without really thinking about it. Not to mention letting himself wallow in how ******** creepy it was that this kid had 'selected' him and gotten the information to blackmail him. By the time school was out he was confused and pissed and he almost considered just not showing up but, in the end, his curiosity won him over.

tab When he arrived out by the flag pole he noticed a few other people hanging around, Ion, the green haired nerd, some other guys he vaguely recognized but didn't know the names of, he figured most of them were just milling around waiting for rides or other friends, but he wondered how many of them would stay. He found himself wondering what the other people's secrets were, what was so big and bad that they were here. He almost lit a cigarette while he waited, but as he reached into his backpack he caught the sharp eye of a teacher that looked like they were wishing him death from across the school yard. So instead he pulled out a bright blue lollypop and stuck in in his mouth instead, sneering mocklingly at the teacher before going back to waiting impatiently.





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How'd I ever get so indiscreet, how'd I ever get so freakly?
Everybody out there on a leash,
But not me




Band Inventory & ooc

I know they don't technically have bands yet, but whatever deal with it.
4 pink (hickey)
4 gold (suck on any bodypart)
2 purple (breakee's choice)
3 clear (breaker's choice)
2 indigo (handjob)
4 blue (b*****b)
2 black (sex, random position)
1 lime green (threesome+)
2 glow in the dark blue (toys)
2 glitter green (69)
3 glitter orange (kinky sex)
3 glitter gold (make out)
3 glitter blue (doggystyle)
Total bands: 35

[ciandera]

Waiting was the worst. Ion was typically patient but he wanted to hurry to start this game. Seeing his obvious standing in the school he had no doubt that this Tray fellow wanted something sexual. He sighed, crossing his arms. But if that was all then he should have just asked like any other student. Maybe the kid wanted special treatment or something. In any case a game with only two players seemed rather dull.

Ion glanced around his surrounds to notice someone he slightly recognized walking towards the flagpole. If he remembered correctly, his name is Ozlin and was not of a 'making friends' sort. So even this guy had been sucked up into Tray's little game. Well at least it made thigns more interesting. Ozlin was quite the looker, in that dark mysterious way. Yet he didn't seem like talking since the other took out his phone. Oh well. If they were playing this game together he was sure they'd get to know each other.

Following Ozlin was the sexy artist himself, Ayame. It was a shame this guy was straight, or else Ion might have gotten to him. He smiled and held himself back from laughing when the next one to appear was the resident geek Rory. That boy had the face of an innocent lamb but for some reason he felt like this guy has done some extra learning. Ion pushed himself off of the flagpole and approached Rory. He looked down at the green haired boy with a rather smug look.

"Aw not going to talk with anyone Rory?"

He asked with a poke of the other's cheek.

"I'll keep you company if you're scared from all the wolves around here. Then again... if you're here that means you have a nasty little secret you don't want to be let out as well. I can only imagine what skeletons are in your closet."

He stopped poking the green haired boy's cheek when Jack showed up. How fun! Jack and him had a very casual relationship. They'd sometimes sit next to each other in class to complain when Jack actually bothered showed up. But they had a more touchy relationship. Casual buddies in that regard. Jack was totally his type so he was always down.

"Wow, you picked a hell of a day to actually attend school Jack."

Ion looked at the little group and noticed two things right away. One, and the most obvious, they were all males. The second was that they were all rather attractive. That kid really had some nice tastes. Thinking of which, where was their gracious blackmailer?

"So, anyone see this Tray fellow? It is weird all of us just standing around like ducks."

He said to no one in particular. At least if they all started talking it wouldn't look so awkward.

Mood: Excited Speaking With: Everyone? Location: School - Flagpole
OOC/Bands:---------------
x2 Glitter Orange
x2 Glow in the Dark Green
x3 Glitter Purple
x3 Pink
x3 Glitter Green
x3 Lime Green
x3 Glitter Blue
x3 Dark Blue
x3 Indigo
x4 Light Blue
x4 Gold
x5 Purple
x5 Glitter Clear
x5 Glow in the Dark Blue
x7 Blue
Total : 55

[Filia Diab0li]

Wearing: This ● With: Ion, Ayame, Rory, Jack ● Location: Flagpole

tab Ozlin was finishing up his last few drags when his phone vibrated, indicated an ok-see-you-at-dinner text from his mom. They had a fairly good relationship. He blamed her for him not having a father figure growing up, but now that he was older, he knew it wasn't her fault. They were close now, and he was thankful for it.
His shoe scraped the asphalt under his soles as he put out the cigarette butt. It was just in time, as a teacher was closing in on the area. He looked up, noticing Ayame has shown up, along with another guy shortly after him. He knew Ayame, but only by name.

tab Were they also waiting here? For this ******** up game?

tab He rubbed his neck, leaning his head back in slight frustration how this was whole situation was so...unnecessary. He didnt want to get to know these people if he didn't have to. It would just complicate things, not to mention a waste of their time. He was going to play this game, to play it, not to make friends, not to be all artificially hunky-dory with everyone. He just wanted to get through the school year.

tab His train of thought was interrupted when the sound of another approaching came from his right. It was a blonde, who'd looked like he was going for a smoke but saw the teacher watching them. Ozlin smiled, amused, when the kid mocked the hard a** by pulling out a sucker instead. He liked him already. Ozlin respected adults, but they always ended up on high horses when given authority. He found it hilarious when he could lead them into believing he was a good kid when they thought they could sniff a "bad kid" from a mile away. Adults weaknesses were always quiet kids, and thats what he did best.

tab Ozlin looked back, the pink kid addressing one of them as Rory. The short one. Heh, Ozlin thought he was short, but looks like not the shortest of the bunch. But then Ion addressed the thing looming over all their heads. They all had nasty little secrets. Nasty enough to blackmail. The reminder made him scowl. Now that he thought about it, none of these guys looked like they were their blackmailer named Tray. If he was here, he'd of made himself known by now. He sauntered over, sure that he was aired out enough of his earlier cigarette and alright to join the "group".

tab "I've never even heard of him besides rumors. Looks like he lives up to them."



Bracelets:

7 yellow, 4 pink, 2 Gold, 5 Orange, 4 Purple, 4 Glittery Clear, 3 Glittery Gold, 3 Glittery Yellow, 2 Black

((ooc: Yoooo i totally play Plague Inc))

[RaisonxDetre]

✄ I want to keep my. ↘↘┊םєsιяєs hidden in my heart ✗✗ the truth is its a ＳＥＣＲＥＴ
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tab tab I can't go back from this deep prison in my heart.

★ ▌location !! ▬ home > school > flagpole
★ ▌with !! ▬ a group of guys
★ ▌attire !! ▬ white button up, black sweater vest, ripped blue jeans, white sneakers, pink bunny hair clip

I'm a defeated person
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A pair of auburn colored eyes were revealed once Sorin opened his eyes to the dim morning. His silk white curtains swayed lightly as a gentle breeze came through his cracked window, with a slight ray of light peering in onto his floor. It was morning already. It was also time to get up and get ready for school. Sorin sat up from his warm blankets, rubbing his eyes lightly to get rid of the morning haze that clouded his vision. A light yawn pushed forcefully passed his lips while he motioned to get out of bed. Sadly the male didn't make it even remotely close to the bathroom as he fumbled on his own feet, falling to the floor. "Ouch.." he mumbled, as he proceeded to try again to functionally walk. It didn't take Sorin long to get ready for school. He rarely ate breakfast and cleaning himself up only took minutes. Before walking out of his room, the male placed a hand over his dirty blonde fringe. Something was missing. His eyes scanned the vanity that was against the wall for a hair clip. His eye caught a pink rabbit shaped clip in which he swiftly grabbed to put in his hair. His parents were usually gone by the time he was awake since they owned their own store to prepare to open. The male grabbed his light blue shoulder bag from the rack by the door then left the empty house behind.

School was a lot closer than it used to be. Before he would have needed to take the bus, but now it was within walking distance. Even so, he took his time to enjoy the fresh morning air before he would be held captive within the schools suffocating walls. His large eyes sagged from sleepiness while his feet collided slowly with the ground. When he arrived at the school gate, Sorin took one last look at his outfit before going inside. His long sleeved white button up was messily tucked within his ripped blue jeans with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. To cover it, he pulled the sleeveless sweater vest down more then stuffed his hands in his pockets to make his way inside. Sorin walked with a slight smile upon his face while making his way through the bustling hallway. Eventually he made it to his locker; slinging the bag off of his shoulder and onto the ground between his feet. "Good morning, Sorin. How are you?" squeaked a female voice as Sorin turned the knob on his lock. He didn't even bother to turn and look to see who it was. He was well aware. A junior from his mixed art class who saw a drawing he did of a bird and has never left him alone since. "Morning." he replied vaguely. "Today we have art class. I can't wait to see what you'll do today." she giggled then walked away giving a gentle pat on his shoulder with her hand.

Sorin blinked, looked at his shoulder, then groaned lightly as he opened his locker door. Girls were obnoxious. Needy...Loud. Sorin reached in to grab some of his books. While he did so, an envelope fluttered out onto the ground near his foot. Sorin arched a brow as he reached down to pick it up. "What's this? I hope it's not a love letter." he mumbled to himself, as a shiver ran up his spine. It was awkward to be approached by the ladies when he doesn't respond to their letters. The bell rang for class to start. Sorin picked up his pace, shoving books into his bag along with the envelope before heading to class. During Math class, Sorin rummaged through his bag to retrieve the envelope. He was so much farther ahead than the rest of the class so the teacher barely paid attention to him if he slacked off for a moment. Anxiously he peeled open the envelope, reading the neatly folded letter inside. The smile upon his face slowly sank as a warping pit began to develop within his stomach. What was this letter? Who had left it in his locker? For a moment he thought of the seniors who he glanced over at. They gave him a quick glance before lowering their head deep into their book. That was enough to dismiss that idea. Sorin felt his heart begin to pound into his chest. There was a command to meet at the flagpole after school. The male crumbled the letter within his hand, threw it back into his bag, then began to squiggle some math notes. He needed to find out what this was all about. Especially if it was...no .. could be about that.

After school, Sorin made his way to the flagpole. He rubbed the back of his head, letting his fingers comb through his hair. Why wasn't it over? The incident had long been passed. Why did it suddenly have to pop up again. No matter. He would confront whomever it was that wrote the letter and settle the situation calmly. The image of the last time he let himself get overwhelmed made him wince, hearing the sound of cracking bones vibrating his ears. As he grew closer to the flagpole he noticed a group of guys standing around. They seemed to be having a small talk among themselves, at least a pink haired male anyway. Sorin tilted his head to the side. Were they going to jump him? Was it a group of people who sent him the envelope? Sorin began to approached the flagpole more cautiously. Once he was close enough, he revealed a warm, nervous smile while rubbing the back of his head. "H..Hey guys. What's this all about? I got a letter in my locker. Did any of you guys put it there?" Sorin chuckled nervously. He didn't know these guys. More like he didn't pay attention enough to his surroundings to really acknowledge them. He may have run into the pink haired male once or twice. Or even the dark haired male in his art class. "What'ssss goin on?"



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[iRsick]

║█⋮LOCATION.HOME // SCHOOL // FLAGPOLE ║█⋮THOUGHTS.WELL THIS SHOULD BE INTERESTING ║█⋮COMPANY.NPC // NPC // EVERYONE AT THE FLAGPOLE ║█⋮OCC.PLEASE TELL ME IF THE COLOR IS TOO BRIGHT WILL CHANGE IT AND SORRY FOR THE UN-PLOTTED ENCOUNTERS AND THE LENGTH

"Shota get up, take a shower, and get ready for school." A deep voice rang out through the halls and into a once quiet bedroom. The was a light rapping at the door followed by the jiggling of a pure copper doorknob. "Shota? Shota this door better not be locked!" The door vibrated violently , sending short loud bangs throughout the room.

Whit a sigh, Shota pushed his covers off of his body, threw his feet over the side of the bed, and pushed himself to his feet. His plum brown eyes searched the room for a second before heading to the door. There was a light thud following behind his own movement. Glancing over his shoulder Shota noticed his cat, October, following closely behind him. The black, orange, and yellow speckled cat has been a close friend to him for about five years now.

"Shota, open the damn door!" The deep voice sounded more impatient by the moment.

"Coming..." Shota pulled the dresser from behind the door, and opened it. "It wasn't locked. I simply pushed the dresser be-"

"Why?"

"Because your dog keeps shoving the door open." He answer dully as his father came barging into the room. This was the normal morning of Shota Momatiwa. He's woken up two hours before school starts, gets a rather repetitive lecture about the door, get fused at for sleeping nude, then his dog comes in the room and threatens to rip his p***s off.

"Where the hell are your clothes boy!?"

"I don't sleep in any."

"Cover yourself. Show some self-respect." He said this throwing Shota's bed covers at him, right before his Doberman Pinscher came rushing into the room with Satan whispering in his ear. October hissed out her complaints and jumped to the nearest dresser. Hell's Angel ( his father's dog ) growled out his response and went in for the kill.

"D-dad, get your dog." It got closer as his father roams his room finding things to complain about. "Dad, dad, get Angel. Da-dad!" The dog launched at his growing. Shota let out a not-so-manly yelp and jumped back. "Angel get out!"

Thwack! An open hand slapped the back of his head.

"Don't you yell at my dog boy! Now go take a shower, take your protein pills, and get to school on time."

Just as Shota turned to walk away from the commotion of Angel and his father, a hand reached out to hold onto his shoulder. A shiver ran along his spine as he knew what was coming up next.

"And when school is over you better tell me what college you're planning on going to. I didn't build you up to watch you go to some s**t school. You're going to make something of yourself boy."

Again, this is the daily morning life of Shota Momatiwa.


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"Hey Shota, saw your practice; you are amazing!"

A rather busty female ran up to the dirty blonde and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. She was his current attention whore that just wanted to be seen all over him to make herself popular. Whats-her-name. For about a month now she would get him to walk home with her, eat lunch with him, and be at every game. He supposed sooner than later he'd have no other choice but to ask her out. He was sure she'd say yes anyway.

"Hey, what are you doing today? Wanna come over my place in a bit?" She asked, pulling away from him and folding her arms just under her chest pushing them up.

"Hmmm? Oh sure, why not? Thanks for coming to my practice too. Although seeing you their makes me a little nervous."

Shota gave his one of a kind cheshire smile and scratched the tip of his nose. His words were very true though. Every time he saw her sitting in the bleachers, Shota would mentally freak out. She was kind of stalking him. It was scary to say the least. Whats-her-name's cheeks flushed a brilliant red at his actions and she wrapped her arms around him once more. This time she moved his hand out of her way and gave him a quick, but sensual, kiss. He could have sworn she felt the back of his throat with her tongue for a moment.

"See you tonight." She said with a wink and wiggled out of sight.

"Well that happened." Maybe they were dating in her mind. He just didn't remember asking her out.

Shota walked to his locker waving at all of the familiar faces in the halls, never letting his smile falter in the slightest. It wasn't like there was anything to not smile about at the moment. He was "dating" a decent looking girl, he's at the top of his game, and the sequel to his favorite mystery novel has just been released today. Life was pretty good. There was one more thing though. The most important thing that is the main source of his smile today. The true college of his choice has accepted him and just for going under a certain curriculum there's a grant. Criminal Justice was that curriculum. Wasn't a bad ending to his school day at all.

"Huh?"

Opening his locker and placing his books inside, a little envelope shuffled aimlessly to the ground. He bent over and picked it up.

"Another admiration letter? Was this in my books the whole time?" ( Proof that he did more sleeping than learning today. )

He thought aloud proceeding to open it. Shota received quite a bit of fan mail so this was nothing new to him. But once he read the contents of the letter the color in his face completely drained. His eyes darted around the emptying halls trying to figure out who put it in there. Apparently someone knew about him being interested in men and was going to out him. That was literally the only secret he had. Other than the fact that he peed in the school pool last year. But that doesn't seem like something someone would hold as blackmail. Hell he'll tell people he peed in the pool his that's the case.

[******** me..."

He whispered looking at the time on the hall clocks. He needed to go to the back of the school now. As Shota calmly made his ways through the halls, he could only wonder what he did wrong. He never openly stared at any male. He only ever messed around with females, he would kiss them, hold hands, do other lovey-dovey type s**t with them. Wait, he never had sex with them though. Whenever things got that far he'd break up with them on the spot. That has to be it, one of the girls he dated much have figured it out because he refused to have sex with them.

"H-huh!?"

Upon getting to the back of the school Shota noticed many familiar faces. The little group was gathered around flag pole in the middle of the field just like the note said. So he wasn't the only one to get a note? He wondered just what secrets they all had that they didn't want out. He watched them for a moment, thinking whether or not he should just tun around and leave. Is it all that important? Maybe he should just go public anyway, right? Sure that'll end the embarrassment for today but not when it gets out. And what if his father finds out!? 'Great.' Shota made his way over to the flag pole. Just before he made it, an arm wrapped around his.

"So, when are you coming over? Before or after dinner? My parents leave at seven; we could have some fun tonight." Whats-her-name came over and trailed her finger down his chest. She was practically jumping on his d**k. Annoying.

"Can't tonight, I have something I need to do. Talk to you later though." He said slipping his arm out of her grasp and planting a soft kiss on her lips. He pulled away before she could take advantage and rape his mouth again. "You go on home, I'll call you soon." He had no clue what her number was, nor did he know her name. If he were to get her number and call her, he wouldn't know what to even say to the girl. He barely listens to her words.

They went their separate ways and Shota ended up at the flag pole just in time to catch Ion's words about sitting ducks. He didn't exactly have any choice words at the moment seeing that the reason everyone was there was because they were being blackmailed. It's not really a happy subject. Although Ion seemed to be making light of the situation. He was good for a decent laugh when needed. Plum brown eyes went to the others around him. It was simple to place out the names to these faces. There was Jack, the guy who barely ever came to school in the first place. The guy was the very meaning of intimidating, but he wasn't hard to look at though. He had a dangerous, escaped convict kind of sexy appeal to him.

'Ugh, stop staring...'

Shota then looked to Rory, the brains of the entire school. The only reason he knew of the guy was because of a class where Rory ended up having to tutor him for like two days. The guy is mad smart and deserves to be chased after by any and every college ever made. The guy had a geek charm to him that only a true nerd could pull off. Not that he was judging.

Then there were two other males there that he didn't quite know all too well. One had an alluring air about him ( Ayame ) while the other had the very opposite ( Ozlin ). Tall, tan, and brooding ( Ozlin ) was just standing there on his phone while the other was reading a sheet of paper. Probably rereading the note. He might have seen them around but thought nothing of them enough to pay them any mind. Actually he only noticed females in the school and tried his best not to pay any attention to the male population. Speaking of male population. That seemed to be all that surrounded him.

There was Ion, an overbearing personality with a groin of gold ( or so he's heard ); Rory, the smartest kid he knew of; Jack, the man who wouldn't surprise anyone if he went to jail tomorrow; tall, dark, and brooding ( Ozlin ); and then the other one with strikingly long hair ( Ayame ). Of course he thought that was all until another voice rang out just behind him. He knew the voice instantly.

"Oka...?"

He questioned aloud turning to the male that had been there before him. Where he was hiding, Shota hadn't a clue, but he was there. Sorin was a pretty cool guy for the most part. Outspoken and friendly. They shared a few classes together where Shota would notice Sorin staring out of a window rather than in his book. What secrets did he have?

Shota sighed inwardly before relaxing the tension in his shoulders some. What ind of game can be forced upon all males? What kind of leverage does this person have? Where was this person anyway?

[IronMeep]

♠♥♣♦Braclets♠♥♣♦

Pink - 2 Glittery Pink - 3 Red - 3
Orange - 4 Glittery Orange - 1 Glow in the dark Orange - 3 Yellow - 4 Glittery Yellow - 5 Gold - 2 Glittery Gold - 4
Lime Green - 3 Green - 4 Glittery Green - 3 Glow in the dark Green - 1
Light Blue - 2 Blue - 3 Glittery Blue - 2 Glow in the dark Blue - 2 Dark Blue - 3 Purple - 4 Glittery Purple - 4
Indigo - 3
Black - 4 White - 2 Clear - 4 Glittery Clear - 4
Total: 80

Tray sat sprawled across the desk still looking out the window. His right hand held up as he made the motion of squishing Jack’s head. He had been seated in the empty class room for almost five minutes and was growing tired of waiting. He slid his hand back down to cradle his head against the desk. The campus really wasn’t that large, what could possibly be taking so long? He let out a large annoyed sigh then slowly lifted his head back toward the window to see another join the group outside. Tray stood so fast his knees banged into the bottom of the desk making him fall back into the chair. He rubbed at the sore spots for a couple seconds before turning to head for the door, stopping just before turning the door knob. In a panic he ran to the closest desk, stuffing his hands into his pocket he pulling out a large hand full of colored bracelets.

Tray messily rolled up the sleeve on his left arm. He rolled as many at a time as he could on his arm till there were no more on the desk or in his pocket. After smoothing the bands out Tray made another mad dash for the door. He was so excited to start this game; nothing seemed to keep his attention for long now a day so hopefully that could change with this group.

He ignored the teachers yelling throughout the school to “slow down” and smoothly dodged his way around the many bodies still littering the hallways. The butterflies of excitement in his stomach were slowly working their way up his throat; hopefully he’d be able to calm down enough to speak to the group without breaking out into a large, childish grin. What better way to ruin the tension of blackmail then to smile like a five year old that just got the last piece of pie? Tray slowed as he came to the main entrance of the school. He took several deep breaths as he walked out into the open and toward the flagpole.

Heads slowly turning as Tray makes his way over to the group of boys. Most of the expressions look pissed but he also saw wariness behind it making him feel all giddy. Tray tilts his head down a bit and hoods his eyes, putting on the creepiest smile he could muster. The plastic bands shone in the sun, barely any skin could be seen under the rainbow covering his arm

“Good afternoon and thank you for coming,” he spoke politely, as if they were waiting to be seated for a dinner party but the expression he wore didn’t match the tone. Without another word Tray turned on his heels, motioning for them to follow as he left.

He could feel the eyes on his back as they walked, the anger radiating from the glares made a shiver run down his spine and toes tingle. He knew as they continued farther the others were growing more confused. They had walked a couple blocks from the school before turning down a back alley. This specific alley was chosen so that as he walked the sun would be right in front of them, creating long shadows and making only his silhouette visible to the others. It created the kind of atmosphere that made you think something life changing may be about to occur.

Halfway through the alley a small collapsible table is set up, there is a small stack of papers and a large assortment of gel bracelets lying across the table. Tray stops and grabs the papers before finally turning to face the others. With a polite smile is on his face, he walks through the group passing out the papers. Once everyone has a copy Tray walks past them to lean on the table.

The smile slowly turns into a sly grin as one by one they start reading the paper. A couple of the boys almost drain of color while others glow with rage. Tray’s eyes absolutely sparkle in the light of the setting sun as he absorbed the silent death threats he is surly gaining. Not all the faces have a negative expression, he’s happy for this will only make the game more exciting.




OOC:

Hopefully this will get the RP going again QwQ