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This is a post from a roleplay about detention. (This isn't the first post, it's a post from the middle of the roleplay. )

the x outspoken x troublemaker

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Briana took a drag on the cigarette and blew a gust of smoke. Room 103, aka detention hall, often smelled like smoke. It was fine to smoke, of course, because no teachers were there to witness it, as long as you put it out before the teacher came back to check on you halfway through the detention, at 3:30. When detention was really shitty, they'd jack the window open and some of them would sneak out of the window and go do something that didn't suck. As long as you got back by 3:30, you'd be okay.

But you have to be really sneaky, because sometimes you could get caught climbing out the window and they'd give you more detentions. That's why they didn't sneak out more often. She grinned at Willow's remark, and said, "Yup. They should know by now that with me in debate class, it's just an argument waiting to happen." She shook her head, smiling. She blew another puff of smoke, and put out her cigarette on the desk. Once the cigarette was cool, she flicked it across the room, not caring where it went.

Soon more people arrived. Including Ethan. Finally, she thought, relieved. "Hi baby," she said sweetly, kissing him in return. "I was wondering when you'd get here," she said. "What did you do now, Ethan? Get in another fight?" She respected Ethan for sticking up for himself, for his friends, and for her, but though she knew he was tough, she couldn't help but worry from time to time. She couldn't imagine how terrible it would be if he was sent or juvi. Or the hospital. No, she wouldn't let that happen. He wouldn't stay at stupid juvi or an annoying hospital, he would sleep at her house, with her, where he belonged. Though she'd have to learn to be more careful, her mom almost caught them this morning.

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the x tomboy x gone x girly

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As soon as the front door swung open, Jayden stepped in and looked around for Brandon's mom. She always said hello to her before doing anything else. They had known each other since Jayden was a child, so they were pretty close. She stepped into the house and shook off her old converse and started down the hallway to look around for his mother. It might have been rude to just go wondering around somebody else's house, but she was so used to it here that she felt at home, they were used to having her around anyway.

She turned the corner and spotted Mrs. Holmes kneeling in the garden in the backyard, her hands dirty with soil and the garden full of flowers. She walked over to the sliding glass door and knocked on it. She looked up. "Hi, Mrs. Holmes," she said. The woman smiled brightly and waved. Jay smiled and walked back to Brandon. "I just wanted to say hi to your mom," she explained, and walked with him into the living room. She plopped down on the couch. "I can't believe we had a history pop quiz," she complained, groaning. "Ms. MacDaniel truly is a witch." She made a face. "Anyway, what do you want to do?" she asked, and there was silence for a moment. Neither of them could think of anything. Usually, they watched tv, a movie, did homework or went out to the movies or something. She wasn't really sure what she wanted to do, she was always up for anything though.

"Why don't we just watch some TV for now?" she suggested, since she didn't have a better idea. She turned on the tv and leaned back into the puffy couch cushions. She flipped through channels for a bit, and then changed it to MTV. Cribs was on, they were touring Mariah Carey's house. She laughed. Mrs. Holmes came in from the backyard and said, "Jayden, do you want something to eat? Come in the kitchen, honey." Jayden turned to Brandon and shrugged, and got up to go to the kitchen. She was looking through the fridge when she heard the doorbell ring. "Brandon, can you get the door?" Mrs. Holmes hollared. I leave for a second and already somebody is here to replace me, she thought jokingly. Jayden didn't want to seem nosy, but she wanted to know who it was. She peeked her head around the corner to see who was at the door.

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the x caring, x athletic x older x brother

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David stood outside Leslie's house along side his sister. He didn't know why he was here--yeah, it was a party, and sure it woluld probably be fun, but it wasn't even his friend, it was his sister's. Jude had practically dragged him here, she said that she didn't want to show up alone, and since she was single at the moment and didn't have many other friends other than Leslie, she decided to show up with her brother. He didn't know why he gave in and went with her, he wasn't even close with his sister. She was just so flippin' persuasive.

He went to knock on the door, but Jude's hand batted him away. He looked at her, she was glaring at him. She grabbed the door knob and went inside. Apparently being polite by knocking wasn't cool. They entered the house and looked around. They were right on time, but it was already crowded. Did the whole school get invited to this party or something? He squeezed through the crowd, unsure of where to go. He was surprised to see many people his age there. What were eighteen year olds doing at a sweet sixteen party? In fact, he spotted the entire football team. Why were his friends here? Apparently Leslie was more popular than he thought. Or maybe they just heard about a party and took advantage of the opportunity. "Hey Jude, I'm gonna go hang out with the dudes from the football team. If you need me later i'll probably be here." He really hoped he could just lay low for the whole party. Away from his sister.

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the x slutty, x boyfriend x stealing x b***h

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"See you around, brother," Jude said to David, watching him walk away to find his football friends. She scanned the crowd. It was absolutely packed. "Impressive," she mumbled to herself. She pushed through the crowd aggressively and searched around to find Leslie. She walked by some dude spiking the punch, a couple grinding, people singing karoke, and two people making out. The party had just started and it was already practically chaos. Truly impressive.

Jude started to walk into the bathroom. "Leslie, are you in he--" she noticed a couple making out in the corner of the bathroom. "--oh, sorry." She left the bathroom, already regretting inviting so many people to Leslie's birthday party. She just wanted her friend to have a sweet sixteen. Even if she was just going to steal her boyfriend. But maybe she didn't need to know about that yet. She hadn't even decided if she was going to do it tonight yet, maybe she would hold off. But she knew as soon as she saw him her mind would be made up. She truly was an evil person.

She walked around the house a little more and finally spotted her best friend. "Leslie!" she squealed, running towards her and giving her a huge, tight hug. "Happy sweet sixteen! How great is this? The party is really going, isn't it? This party is going to be awesome, I can already tell!" she said excitedly, ready to have some serious fun. She wore a slutty little party dress, hoping she'd look so hot that she'd catch even Jonathan's attention. And the attention of everyone else. She was quite the attention whore, she liked it when all eyes were on her. Even when tonight was supposed to be all about Leslie. But she didn't care, as long as people were looking at her. "This party is going to be seriously wild!" she said excitedly.

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This is a post from the same roleplay about detention as earlier posted. (This is the first post.)

the x outspoken x troublemaker

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Briana woke to the sound of a soft rapping at her door. Her head rested against Ethan's chest, she was snuggled up to him, sleeping in his arms. It's how they usually slept. Briana couldn't stand the thought of her boyfriend having no place to go, and she hated thinking about how his mother threw him out. Briana's parents didn't know that he slept here most nights. "Bri?" Briana's mother called softly, starting to open the door. "Don't come in!" she said quickly, in fear that her mother would see Ethan and freak out. "I'm getting changed."
"Oh," her mother said, understanding why Briana was keeping her out of her room. "Alright then. Well, your father and I have to leave for work now, there's toast on the table," she said and closed the door. Briana took a deep breath and climbed out of bed, trying not to disturb the sleeping Ethan. After showering, getting dressed and applying makeup, she went back to her bed and sat on the edge. She kissed Ethan and said, "Morning baby, time to go to school. I washed some of your clothes for you." She got up and walked over to her closet, and she opened it, revealing Ethan's clothes--clean and neatly folded. His cousin's house wasn't far from hers, so it would be easy for him to walk back there and get dressed, but she always kept some of his clothes at her house to save time and trouble. Once they were both ready, they ate breakfast and headed out the door.

Class was a bore, as usual. She was sick of teachers telling her to stop speaking out of turn. How could she help it? If she raised her hand, she knew she'd never get picked. When would she ever have her turn? She just wanted to express her opinion, and she didn't care if she had to be rude to do it. She was also sick of teachers telling her to stop swearing. Presently, she sat in English class, and they often had debates, something obviously Briana loved because it was when she could be as outspoken as she wished. They were currently debating about whether teens who go to juvi or jail should get a second chance or not. Of course she was debating for them to get a second chance, since her boyfriend always has to deal with matter like these.

Some goodie-two-shoes said that there was no place in this world for criminals, and they didn't deserve a second chance at all. Of course, Briana couldn't stand when people disagreed with her. "Everybody should get a second chance, it doesn't matter what they've done! If evolution, not only physical evolution, but emotional and mental evolution too, if that has taught us anything, it's that people change." she shouted.
"Miss Rouge, please quiet down and take a seat," Mr. Patterson said.
"Quiet down?" she asked, outraged. "This is a debate class, being loud and fighting for you opinion is the whole point. If I can't express my point of view, how am I supposed to debate for my side?" she argued.
"That's not how you speak to a teacher."
"And that's not how you run a debate class," she retorted angrily.
He took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. "You're just a bit worked up, you don't mean it, you don't know what you're talking about," he said calmly.
"And you don't know how to teach a class!" she hissed angrily. She took her bag and stormed out of the class, furious. She ended up in the principal's office, getting a detention slip handed to her. Whatever, all her friends were usually in detention, so it wasn't going to be too crappy.

She pushed through the crowded halls, not letting anybody stand in her way. She strolled into room 103, taking a seat at the back, like most of the bad kids did. She sat in the second last row, right next to the open window which carried in a refreshing november breeze. There were only three other people there so far. She recoginized Dillon, since he was a regular in detention, and she recognized his sister, though she wasn't the type to be in detention. And there was one more, a girl who she recognized but never bothered to learn the name of. She knew one thing: she wasn't meant to be in detention, this girl wasn't a bad student or a troublemaker. So the rumors were true. The teachers were getting stricter, sending students to detention who didn't deserve to be there. Of course she wouldn't know anything about that, because she always deserved to go to detention. She took her eyes off of the girl and glanced over at Dillion's sister. Then she looked at Dillion, nodding at him to say hey. Once the teacher left she would find out why these kids were here when they obviously didn't belong in detention. But maybe there were more to come. After all, teachers were getting stricter lately.

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the x sweet x athlete x of x carson x hills

A knocking noise made Dustin awake from his snore-filled slumber. He rolled over and looked around. There was another rapping at his door. His mom poked her head in. "Honey," she said softly. "You wanted me to wake you at seven o'clock?" He had taken another nap after dinner again, it was a bad habit of his. It was just that by the end of the day he was so exhausted that he needed a nap to help him live through the evening. It was probably all of that working out and playing sports that made him so exhausted. He already slept alot at night, but he needed more energy. He promised himself that he would go to bed at least a half-hour earlier tonight.

"Thanks, mom," he said, and pulled himself upright into a sitting position. His mom smiled sweetly and left his bedroom. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure why he was supposed to be woken up at seven pm. Was he going somewhere? Did he schedule to do something? He couldn't recall, he was still sort of in a sleepy daze. Then it hit him. "Indiana," he uttered. He had promised to meet her at the beach party tonight. Beach parties were always fun, and very, very wild. He used to go to them all the time with Noelle. But there was no use thinking about that now, she was his ex, after all. Dustin usually only hung out with the a-listers at the parties, but now that he had a b-list girlfriend, he would probably be hanging out with them too. Not that he cared, he didn't see people as ranks the way others did.

Dustin jumped out of bed and washed his face because he had slept with his mouth open and there was drool down the side of his face. Then he pulled on a pair of plaid abercrombie & fitch shorts and a wifebeater, since he had taken a nap in his boxers and bare-chested. He didn't wear abercrombie & fitch clothes for the label; he liked their clothes, he had the money to buy their clothes and...
And the other a-listers would give him hell if he wore anything less.

He was almost going to bring oil to rub on his chest to make his abs stand out, but then he figured that might make him look too cocky, which he really wasn't, but since he was a star player people thought that he was, and he didn't need people getting any more of the wrong idea about him. He laughed at the thought of even considering it, though it was draw the ladies' attention to him for sure. Not that he needed it, he had a girlfriend after all. He rolled his eyes and smiled at his own sillyness of the idea, and then grabbed his swim trunks and left. Before closing the door behind him, he gave his mom a kiss on the cheek. He wasn't really a mama's boy, he was just very close with his family.

He hopped into his red bentley convertible, yet another thing to make him look more materialistic than he actually is, and sped all the way to the beach; he was already late. It was a gift from his parents, though it did make him look good, and he sure did stand out in a hot red car against the beach. He shoved his swim trunks in the back seat, along with a cooler full of drinks that he had put there earlier, and hopped out. He didn't spot his girlfriend, but instead he spied with his little eye a certain ex-girlfriend who he knew would be here but hoped to avoid the whole night.

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the bubbly cheerleader

" GO GRIZZLIES GO! "

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The game was as exciting as any other, but the cheerleaders cheered as loud and proud as if it were any different. Not that they did bad, but they did pretty much the same as they did every game. They won, none the less, but it was pretty much routine for the football team, they played the exact same as they always did, and yet the cheerleaders always took the time to come up with new cheers to entertain everybody. People were probably more entertained by the cheerleading than the actual game. For high school football, you see it once, you never need to see it again, because nothing will change. But every game was special to each of them (or to the cheerleaders, anyway), and they loved every moment of it. This was their pride and joy, what they put all of their effort into, what they spent all of their free time practising for. They loved to cheer. Go grizzlies.

She went to the after party with Adriana and Adam, though her plan was to split up from them as soon as she got there so she could talk to a certain someone alone, about the newspaper. Or so she thought. She was positive Adriana would be concerned about her spending time with the 'bad kids', and Adam would surely be jealous of her talking to another guy alone. He was very overprotective, controling even. He would punch a guy out just for complimenting her, sometimes just for talking to her. It was like she was his property or something. She didn't like that, but she liked him, and he was her boyfriend, so it didn't matter.

When they got there, she knew Adam wasn't going to pay much attention to her. At the after parties he always drank, hung out with other football players and celebrated. No time for his girlfriend. Though the moment she spoke to another guy all his attention went to her. Complete rubbish. If she got mad at him for talking to other girls, he would call her clingy and get mad at her. God forbid that she get angry at him! Ridiculous. Adam gave her a kiss, and said, "Have fun, babe," and then left her to go hang out with his real friends: the football team. By "have fun" he meant "enjoy a non-alcoholic evening spending time only with other girls, steering clear from men and alcohol." Unlike his evening: ladies, booze, and the football team. It was surprising that he hadn't cheated on her, but he was good like that: he wasn't a cheater, he was too honest for that. That was the good thing about him.

As soon as Adam left, Courtney looked around for Joshua, curious to see what he really wanted. "Hey Court, you want some punch?" Adriana asked her. She was a bit too concentrated on looking around for the mysterious guy she met the day before, so much that she didn't really hear Adriana's question, she didn't even realize she was talking to her. "Court, did you hear me?"
She snapped out of it and turned to look at her friend. "Hmm?"
"I said 'do you want some punch?'"
"Oh, yeah, that would be great, thanks."
Adriana started to move to get the drinks, but hesitated. "You seem distracted, are you alright?"
"Who, me? I'm fine, really,"
Adriana gave her a look that said 'i don't really trust you...' and went off to get the punch.

Courtney looked around anxiously, but didn't spot the black-haired boy she was looking for. She spotted Adam far enough away that he wouldn't see her talking to another boy. She didn't see Joshua yet though, she scanned the crowd for him, but found nothing yet.
"Looking for someone?"
Courtney turned to find Adriana standing there, holding out a cup of punch to her. She took the cup and said, "Um, yeah, for you."
"The punch bowl is over there," she gestured with her thumb. "You were looking in the complete wrong direction." There was a long moment of silence. "Sure you weren't looking for a certain boy you met yesterday?"
"What are you talking about..." she said dully, it was obvious that she knew what she was talking about.

"Joshua. You're looking for him, I know it. It's not a good idea to associate with him, you know. He doesn't even want to interview you for the paper, he's probably just going to try to hit on you or something, so I don't think you should talk to--"
A familar male voice interrupted Adriana's sentence, and Courtney spun around to have the person she was looking for in her face. "Joshua. Hi," she said, surprised, though all of her fear from the day before washed away by a good night's sleep. Courtney had already decided she was going to talk to him, just a harmless little chat, despite Adriana's protesting. "Sure, let's go talk somewhere," she told him before they left the room.

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THE x SWEET x BRITISH x BOY

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Benjamin watched the screen of his computer intently. He clicked on WWIM (World Wide Instant Messaging), the program he used to talk to an amazing american girl named Alisha. He entered his display name and typed his password carefully, and clicked enter.

Signing in . . .
Welcome emerald boy.

As soon as he signed on, of course, his best friend IMed him. He should have set his status to offline so that he wouldn't be bothered by anybody else while he talked to Alisha. He sighed, and clicked on the conversation with oliver.

HOPEFUL ROMANTIC : BEN, HEY!
HOPEFUL ROMANTIC : what are you doing?
emerald boy : Hey Oliver.
emerald boy : i'm not really doing anything right now.
HOPEFUL ROMANTIC : yeah?
HOPEFUL ROMANTIC : so you're not watching the lily allen show? on the bbc?
emerald boy : no, i'm not watching it.
HOPEFUL ROMANTIC : blimey, why not? it's hilarious.
emerald boy : yeah.
HOPEFUL ROMANTIC : come on, turn it on, it's a good one.
emerald boy : i'm kind of busy.
HOPEFUL ROMANTIC : just turn it on for a second and watch, it's great! come on.
emerald boy : piss off, oliver!
HOPEFUL ROMANTIC : what's wrong?
emerald boy : just leave me alone for like five minutes, okay?
HOPEFUL ROMANTIC : t**t.

Ben sighed, he hated getting into fights with his friends, and he knew he was acting like a complete b*****d, but he really wanted to be left alone right now so he could talk to Alisha.

emerald boy : i'm sorry, alright?
HOPEFUL ROMANTIC : yeah. cranky boy.

He laughed, and wrote one last thing before exiting the convo.

emerald boy : i'll message you when i'm finished. cheers.

Before he could even click on Alisha's display name to start a conversation, his sister messaged him.

gossip __ goddess : ben!
gossip __ goddess : have you checked the time?
gossip __ goddess : do you even own a clock?
gossip __ goddess : it's noon, dumbass.
gossip __ goddess : mum has lunch on the table, and we're waiting on you!
emerald boy : nobody called me for lunch.
emerald boy : wait, you're IMing from the table?
gossip __ goddess : yes.
emerald boy : and mum hasn't killed you yet?
gossip __ goddess : she told me to turn my laptop off once you get down here.
gossip __ goddess : so hurry up!
emerald boy : okay, i'm coming.

He closed the convo with his sister and quickly wrote an IM to Alisha.

emerald boy : Hey Alisha.
emerald boy : I've got to go have lunch with my folks right now, but message me when you get this.
emerald boy : i'll be back soon. cheers.

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xxxxthe spoiled city girl

Though she had no idea what was going on, Paige was definitely sure that this was not Miami. It was not LA, either. In fact, she didn't have a clue where she was. After the long plane ride and the tiring limo drive, she had stepped out of the car only to be horrified with what she saw. Who the hell are these hicks? she thought bitterly. They smiled at her welcomingly, and one of them introduced himself. She didn't look impressed. That was probably because she wasn't. She was just extremely annoyed that she was here, and she hoped that she wouldn't see her father again for a while because with all of the anger she held now, she might just strangle him (which she would surely regret later). She tried not to sound completely disgusted as she answered the southern guy, Nic. "Mmm-hmm, I'll do that," she looked from person to person, and she assumed they all knew she was coming, so they probably knew her name. She was going to introduce herself anyway, just to be sure, but before she could speak she was spoken to.

"Well hello there, Paige," the oldest man spoke to her. "Yer daddy didn't tell me you grew into such a lady. Last time I saw you, you were only a little girl. You kids grow up so dang fast, I can't even keep up. Anyhow, i'm James, and this here is my wife--Maggie Watson. That's my boy, Nic. And over there is my baby girl, Meredith. She's about your age, so you'll be rooming with her." This is what really got Paige. Rooming with her. She had to share a room? Back home, she had three bedrooms all to herself. Now she didn't even have one of her own? Unbelievable. "She'll help you out all she can, right Mere?" He turned to grin at the blonde girl who was smiling back at him.
"Sure, papa. I'll look after her." The blonde then turned to smile delightfully at Paige.
Paige just looked at her like why the hell are you smiling at me like that? whats wrong with you? But Meredith ignored the weird look that Paige gave her and said, "It's so nice to meet you." She wrapped her arms around Paige and hugged her just to be friendly, which Paige wasn't familiar with because back in LA, you didn't hug complete strangers. They'd probably take your wallet.

Two identical little blondes came running to stand next to Meredith. "Hey, girls. Paige, these two girls are Delilah and Lily." He pointed out each girl as he spoke their name. "You'll probably get them mixed up alot, but don't worry about it, everybody does. They'll correct you. You'll recognize them after a couple weeks." A couple of weeks? A COUPLE OF WEEKS? How long were they planning to keep her here? And she still didn't know why she was here, anyway. The twins smiled at her brightly. "I don't know where the rest of them kids have gone run off to, but they'll introduce themselves when you see them." More kids? How could they have more than four children? She was an only child, and these people had over four kids? They're crazy.

She still hadn't addressed the most important question. "So, can somebody please tell me why i'm here?"
Weird looks were all sent her way. Except for James Watson, who seemed to know that she had no idea what she was doing here.
"You mean you don't know?" Meredith asked. "Why did you agree to come if you didn't know where you were going?"
"I didn't agree to come. Daddy told me he was taking me to Miami, and--"
"You're here because your papa wants you to learn some discipline. You know, straighten you out. He says you ain't never worked a day in your life. He wants me to teach you work ethic. Oh, an' he says he ain't in the mood to spoil you anymore."
Paige's face dropped, her expression one of horror. James noticed this. "Come now, don't be upset. Your papa wants whats best for you. He knows you won't survive in life without knowin' how to work. He can't support you all of his life, ya know." Though his words were meant to be comforting, her facial expression didn't change. "Don't look at me like that, darlin'. He didn't send ya here to make ya miserable. We're gonna make ya as happy as we can here. Startin' by getting ya settled. Nic, take her bags to Meredith's room. There's already a second bed set up. Delilah, Lily, go with your mama to the kitchen and help out. Meredith, go finish makin' space in your room for Paige." Nobody moved. "What're ya waitin' for? Get a move on!" James called. Everyone ran in separate directions, the twin girls bumping into each other.

Paige was angry that she was sent here against her will, but more upset that her father had abandoned her. "Does he not want me anymore? Am I just a burden?" she asked James. "Is he trying to punish me?"
James shook his head, sad that she would even consider that. "O' course not, dear. He's doing this because he knows it's good for you to get out on your own, to be independent. He's trying to help you. He knows what's best for ya. Just trust him on this one, okay sweet heart?" Paige nodded glumly. "Alright, little lady. Come on now, let's take you to your room." He led her up to her new, shared bedroom, and it was, to her surprise, pretty big. But then again, she would be sharing it with somebody else. She sat on the plainer bed, which was obviously hers because the other one had belongings on it. "Alright, kiddo, get settled in, maybe unpack a little. Don't have too much fun," he joked. Oh, that won't be a problem, she thought bitterly. James left the room, and then there were three: Meredith, Nic and Paige. It was silent for a long while, but Meredith soon broke this awkwardness. "Once you're done unpacking, me an' Nic can show you around, if you want."

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THE CHARMING DOCTOR YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT.
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Mark looked up at the bloody woman standing near him, obviously speaking to him. She looked like she needed a lot of help, she was bleeding in multiple places, and he noticed the sharp jagged piece of metal stuck deep into her thigh. He would have to find some kind of alcohol to clean the wound, and he might possibly have to stitch it up a little. He'd have to find a needle and some thread, that would be the best he could do. She might need a sling for her probably broken arm as well. She was a bloody mess. He had to help her now.

"You're in luck, I am a doctor," he said, and then realized how stupid that sounded. Of course she wasn't lucky for having all of this happen to her, but she was indeed lucky he was there to help her. "I'll take a look at you, just hold on for one second," he told the brunette staring at him desperately for help. He let go of the girl a little bit so that she was far enough away for him to see her face. He stroked her cheek lightly with her thumb to reassure her. "How are you? Are you alright?"
She nodded slowly.
"What's your name?"
"Allison," she said softly.
"Alright, Allison, I've got to help this lady for a minute, okay? Can you stay right here for a little while?"
She nodded.

He nodded, too, and she slid off of his lap and plopped into the sand. He stood up, and started to walk away. "What's your name?"
He stopped and turned. "Mark," he said. He turned back around and started to walk away. He put his hand on the small of the brunette's back and gently guided her to a spot on the beach far enough away from Allison so that she couldn't see. He didn't want the young blonde girl in his arms to see the injured woman. He sat her down in the sand. Across the sand there lay suitcases everywhere. He started unzipping them quickly, searching for sewing needles and alcohol. He looked through six suitcases and found a needle and thread set, but it took much longer to find rubbing alcohol.

He came back to take a look at her. First, he had to stop the bleeding on her leg. He grabbed a random shirt from a suitcase nearby and tied it tight around the wound on her leg to stop the bleeding. He felt around on her arm, it was definitely broken, but it was easily fixable with a sling. He adjusted her arm a little so it would heal faster, and then he grabbed a random suitcase and ripped apart a shirt, tying a sling and putting it around her neck and slipping her arm into it. "Your arm should be okay in a week, maybe less," he assured her. He moved down to the jagged metal in her thigh. He poured some alcohol on his hands to clean them, then took a piece of the ripped apart shirt and took a firm hold of the metal scrap. "Take a deep breath," he said. "This isn't going to be pleasant." He pulled the metal piece out of her thigh quickly, like ripping a band-aid off. Quick and painless. But he could tell it wasn't painless at all. He quickly poured some alcohol onto the wound to clean it, sending more pain her way. He wanted to get this over quickly, it would be better for her if he did. Plus, there were probably a lot of people who needed his help.

He took the needle and thread in his hands, and dug the needle as gently as he could into her skin and starting closing up the wound. "I'm sorry," he said, sounding guilty, as he sewed it up. When he was done, he put a tiny bit more alcohol on it to clean it once more, just to be careful. He couldn't ignore the obvious pain he had put her through, but she was better off this way. At least now it wouldn't get infected, and it would be alright. "Try to keep sand away from the stitches. Keep it clean, and you'll be fine." He wanted to take her back to the beach where the others were, it was better to keep everybody together. But he didn't want to make her walk, he couldn't put her through the pain. "Don't try to walk, i'll carry you back to the beach, okay? Just relax for me," he said, and picked her up as gently as he could and carried her back to the others. He sat her down next to Allison, he had no idea that she hated children. Allison seemed happy to see him again, she smiled at him sweetly. He half-smiled at her, and then looked around for somebody in need of help.

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THE OPTIMISTIC CHILD YOU JUST GOTTA LOVE.
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Allison didn't want Mark to go. She wanted him to hug her and tell her everything was going to be okay. She wanted a shoulder to cry on. She just wanted somebody to comfort her. But he had things to do, he had to help the brunette girl. Still, she wasn't happy that he left, she was all alone after all. She sat on the beach, trying to be patient, as he dealt with the brunette. From a while away, she heard a scream. It was the brunette's voice. What was Mark doing to her? Allison knew, though, that he was helping her. He said he was a doctor, and he had saved Allison's life, so he had to be helping her too.

A little while after the scream, she looked over and noticed that Mark, the brunette and a blonde man were walking over towards her. The brunette was in Mark's arms. Allison felt a ping of jealousy rush through her. He plopped her down beside Allie, and she smiled sweetly at him, happy to see him again. She looked at the brunette and immediately noticed the stitches. Her hand flew to cover her mouth, to keep from gasping or throwing up. But she was soon distracted by seeing Mark start to walk away. The brunette spoke to him. "No, i'm not his daughter. My parents are back in LA," she told the young woman. She looked away from the brunette, reminded of her parents, it made her sad again.

"Mark," she called softly. He didn't hear. "Mark," she called again, louder. He turned, and walked back over to see her. He knelt down in front of her.
"What is it?" he asked calmly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, and started to sob. "Allison, whats wrong?"
"Allie," she told him.
"Sorry?" he asked, obviously not understanding.
"Call me Allie," she explained.
He nodded. "Whats wrong, Allie?"
She paused. "I want to go home."

He sighed. He didn't really have time to hug everybody and tell them it was going to be alright, people needed his help. "We all do," he told her.
Allison didn't want to come off as an immature child who needed their mommy, so she tried to be mature. She wasn't a baby, and she surely didn't want to come off as one. She would have to act more mature from now on if she wanted to fit in with the others. She was the youngest after all, or the youngest that she knew of so far. "I'm sorry," she told him, forcing herself to stop crying. "I don't mean to bother you. I'll stop. No more crying."
Mark felt guilty for making her feel as if she wasn't allowed to cry. He hugged her tight, then leaned away from her so he could look her in the eyes. "Don't be sorry, Allie. Everyone is allowed to cry," he told her. He kissed her on the forehead. "Just be strong, okay?"
For a moment, Allison couldn't move. Then she pulled herself together and nodded. Mark smiled at her, and got up to go help the other survivors.

And it was just Allison and the brunette again. The woman held something in her hand, it was sparkly and beautiful. A huge diamond ring. She buried it in the sand, and Allie didn't understand why she did that. She didn't want to be nosey, so she didn't ask. Maybe it wasn't her business. Instead, she asked, "What's your name?"

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This post is from a college football & cheerleader roleplay, featuring a queen b***h character showing off her snobbiest attitude.

WATCHxOUT,
THE bitchy captain
CAN ruin YOUR life
IN THE snap
OF HER perfectly
MANICUREDxFINGERS.

Brooke saw that more people were arriving. Good. And they seemed to be having a good time, too. Well, they better be. It's was Brooke's bash after all. She was glad people were having fun at her kick-a** party, and she was having some of her own, too. She spotted a very plain looking girl who was wearing a particularly hideous vomit-colored shirt. She just had to approach the girl. "Oh my god, I love your top. Where is it from?"
The girl looked stunned that Brooke was even talking to her. Excited, she smiled and said, "My friend bought it for me. It's from sears."
Sears. Brooke could barely contain her laughter. If your friend bought that for you, you need new friends, she thought. But she hid her humor easily and covered it up with a smile and a nod. "Oh yeah? Really? Well, it's great. So cute."
The girl beamed. "Thanks."

She smiled back sweetly and left the plain girl. She tapped a random girl on the shoulder. She turned around, and said hello, recognizing Brooke immediately. She pointed at the plain girl. "Isn't her shirt just hideous? It looks like vomit. God, I just want to rip it off of her and throw it in a blender."
The girl's mouth turned to an O shape. "Really? Is it that bad?"
"It's terrible."
The girl craned her neck to see the ugly dressed girl. "Oh, yeah, it's disgusting," she automatically agreed with Brooke.
Brooke snorted. "Yeah, just like her."
The girl looked confused. "How so?"
"She's a gross little slut. She slept with four guys in the same night. Though I don't know how, if she dresses like that." Brilliant! thought Brooke. She was making this all up on the spot. The girl looked surprised. "Didn't you know?" She shook her head. Brooke shrugged. "Yeah, well, just watch out for her. See you later," she said, and left the girl standing there, still looking surprised.

Brooke went back to her seat on the couch, this time new people were sitting on it, still people she didn't know. She sat down anyway. She looked at the girl she just told rumors to. She ran right to her friends and started talking to them. She squinted to read the girl's lips, and immediately knew she was re-telling the story Brooke had just told her. It was just too easy to spread gossip around here. Before Brooke could even smile about her life-ruining rumors being spread, Caleigh was in her face, telling her about Ramsey. "If she's looking for me, she can come find me. I don't feel like finding her." And of course, if Brooke didn't feel like doing something, you didn't argue with her. Her friend then mentioned Jack, and she responded, "I don't know, he should be here soo-" her phone vibrating in her pocket interrupted her. She checked her text, and smiled. She showed Caleigh. "See? He's coming." She looked around for him, and soon enough, she spotted Jack coming towards her with Tyler. "Sooner than I thought, too," she said, and was about to get up to greet Jack, but he sat down next to her and soon enough they were pressed up next to each other, his arm around her.

Before she could even speak, he kissed her. It totally caught her off guard. They hadn't kissed in so long. And they hadn't been officially dating in a long time, either. She didn't really know what they were, but now that he kissed her she was sure they were more than she thought. She sank into the kiss, eager to finally be kissing him again. Her hand rose to hold his cheek, a habit she had while she kissed Jack, which she didn't know why she did it, maybe something inside her thought that if she put her hand on his cheek, he wouldn't pull away and they could kiss forever. Or something like that. She didn't want the kiss to end, since she didn't know how long it would be until they would kiss again, so she was unhappy when the kiss ended. But when she opened her eye, she was happy to see Jack beside her. Finally, she got a chance to respond to him. "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you're here now." The chemistry between them was intense, and Brooke couldn't stop herself from ignoring everyone else and just staring into the captain's gorgeous eyes.

And for that very moment, she forgot all about Allen Porter.

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This post is from a harry potter tri-wizard roleplay, featuring a sweet gryffindor boy.

xxxx❝those gryffindor boys will just sweep you off your feet.❞
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx( t h ex c o m p a s s i o n a t e gryffindor )

Noah had just returned from the owlery, where he had gone after he was finished with his prefect duties. He wanted to check if Ridgley, his barred owl, was back yet. He had sent him home with a letter to his folks, which was a response to a letter his folks had sent him. They sent each other letters every week or two, usually addressed to both him and his little sister, Lynn, because merlin forbid they write each of them an individual letter. His parents always seemed too busy to show much interest in their lives. Ridgley, however, wasn't back yet. He guessed that he would be back with the post tomorrow morning at breakfast. He figured that Ridgley purposely delayed his delivery just so that he could arrive whenever Noah was having a meal. Ridgley was fat owl who was obsessed with eating. He would always nibble on whatever Noah was eating; now Noah just usually left out an extra plate for his owl to nibble on instead of getting owl feathers in his food.

After leaving the owlery, Noah went straight to the Goblet of Fire. There was a crowd, naturally, watching to see who entered their names into the tri-wizard tournament. Of course, teachers, prefects, or Filch would soon come and tell them all to get back to their common rooms and go to bed. Noah was supposed to be one of the prefects doing that, but he declared himself to be off-duty now, so he joined the crowd. He was only going to enter his name in it for fun, but he didn't really want to get picked. He noticed that Tabitha, a fellow Gryffindor who everyone called Tabby, was there already. He watched as she entered her name into the Goblet. He walked right up beside her and pulled a slip of paper with his name on it from his pocket and entered it into the Goblet right in front of Tabby so that she could see; and so that she could tell Penelope that he entered his name into the Goblet. Maybe it would impress her. Noah hoped, anyway. Penelope was a sweet but clumsy Hufflepuff girl who was best friends with Tabby and, because of Tabby, was now friends with Noah. But Noah got a hint of something more when he was around her...but maybe it was just him.

He turned to the fellow Gryffindor. "Hey, Tabby, let's go back to the common room, and then we can meet Penelope. She's probably waiting for us." So the two went back to the common room, but Penelope was not waiting there yet. Noah collapsed on a couch, laying lazily, a little tired out from patrolling the halls. For now, he just wanted to lay around and relax to gain some energy for the party which he would probably be leaving to go to in a few minutes. Lucky for him, nobody would question him wandering the halls because he was a prefect, and if his friends were with him, they probably wouldn't be bothered either.

Noah was about to suggest that he and Tabby should check outside the common room again to see if Peni was there yet. But before he could even open his mouth to speak, his sweet but often annoying second-year sister pranced over to him and started blabbering on. "Noah, have you got any letters from mum and dad yet?" she asked anxiously.
"No, Lynn, I haven't." Noah was already getting a little tired of his sister, but he remained calm.
"Did you even check?" Lynn asked, narrowing her eyes.
"I just got back from the owlery. We'll probably get it tomorrow at breakfast. You know how Ridgley is."
Lynn pouted. "You need a new owl, you know. Riggly is too fat and lazy."
"Ridgley," he corrected. "And he's not lazy." He couldn't very well say 'he's not fat', because he really was. But he wasn't exactly lazy. Not always.
"Okay," was all Lynn said at first. Then she went on, "I just wrote mum about something really important, and I want to hear back from her. That's all.."
Noah sighed, and sat up. He pulled Lynn close to him and gave her a hug. "It's okay, Lynnie. They'll write soon."

It was a lot harder on Lynn than it was for Noah to be neglected by their parents. Lynn was a very affection young girl, she just wanted love and praise, but their parents were often too busy to pay attention. Well, their father was at least. He worked most of the time, at Gringotts, but their mother was a house wife, so they often spent most of their time with her. Lynn was close with the only parent available to her, but Noah could tell that she longed to be close with their father too. Lynn just didn't like the idea of only having one parent most of the time. But after seventeen years, Noah had gotten over it.

Noah let go of his sister and looked at her. Lynn nodded, walked off and went back to the girls' dormitory. Now that she was gone again, Noah could finally speak. "Tabby, let's go see if Peni is here yet. Don't want to keep her waiting,"

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xxxxxxxxi'm cheer captain and she's on the bleachers
i'm cheer captain and she's on the bleachersxx THE BITCHY CAPTAIN

Brooke smiled at Caleigh for the first time in a while. "Hey, Caleigh," she said as she walked over towards her. "Let's take my car," she agreed. She walked with Caleigh to her convertible, threw her bag full of cheer leading stuff in the back and got in. She really needed to just get away from everybody (except for Caleigh of course) and relax. Though Brooke may seem heartless and tough as steel, sometimes she just really needed a friend. That's why she had Caleigh. There were only two people that Brooke ever cried in front of: Caleigh, and herself.

Brooke heard her name being called. She ignored it the first time, but it was called again. By a voice she had been avoiding since the weekend. Jack made his way over to Brooke who was now sitting in her car next to Caleigh. She didn't bother to say hello. She had been slightly happier pretending that he didn't exist rather than think about him and Blake together, and she wanted to stay that way. She preferred to pretend nothing ever happened. After all, ignorance is bliss. But with Jack talking to her, it was pretty hard to pretend he hadn't been hanging around with Blake, and it was impossible to pretend he didn't exist. That made her slightly unhappy. "I'm fine," she said blankly, with no expression on her face or in her voice. Her voice was still expressionless when she blew him off: "I can't talk, I have plans."

She shut the car door and looked at Caleigh, signaling for her to do the same. She put the key in the ignition and turned on the car. Brooke was happy that the radio was already blasting loud enough to drown out Jack if he tried to talk again. Still, Brooke had no expression on her face--no anger, no sadness...nothing. Maybe it was because she was angry and upset at the same time, maybe it was because she was still trying to pretend nothing happened. But Brooke knew better than that. Not that that was going to stop her from pushing away thoughts of Blake and Jack together. Until Jack apologized or made it up to her in some way, (though that would be incredibly hard judging by how upset she was) Brooke had nothing to say to him.

Brooke spotted Blake step out of the girls' locker room and was only reminded again of how much she didn't want to see or speak to her or Jack. She looked at Caleigh for a moment, then turned around to back out of the parking lot. She drove out of there without so much as a glance towards Jack. For once, she drove slow, in no hurry to get out of the car and have to deal with people. But when she pulled into the parking lot and turned off the engine, she knew she had to get out and face people. She sighed, and took out her keys and got out. She walked with Caleigh into Starbucks and stood in line for a couple minutes before it was her turn. Brooke really wasn't in the mood to talk to people right now, but she wanted a drink so she had to order. "I'll have a mocha frappuccino," she told the woman at the counter, it was obvious from her voice that she didn't feel like talking to anybody.
"What size?" the woman asked hesitantly.
"Grande." Brooke took her wallet out of her purse to pay when the woman spoke to her.
"Anything else?" she asked, taking note of Caleigh standing next to her.
Brooke looked at Caleigh. "What do you want?" she said forcefully. She didn't sound angry, but her tone was firm in a way that said I'm going to buy you something no matter what you say, so don't argue with me, just tell me what you want now.