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This post is from a cruise ship high school featuring a kind-hearted artist.

❝ the friendly artist ❞


Morgan had only stood on the main deck for a few minutes before Andrew Webb, manwhore of Beaumont, spotted her and came her way. Ignoring his obvious flirting, she was as pleasant as she was to everyone. "Hi, Andrew," she said with a smile. "I had a good summer, thanks for asking. I'm waiting for Nadine, not a boyfriend..since I don't have one of those." She laughed, but obviously didn't think Andrew was the only one for her. "You haven't changed a bit," Morgan said lightly, smiling. She was about to ask how his summer was when Gigi popped up beside them and asked him instead. She was hanging all over him, as most girls did. But not Morgan. She had rejected Andrew countless times, and she would continue to reject him. People would probably think she was crazy for rejecting the sexiest guy on the ship, but he just wasn't Morgan's type. She just couldn't make herself say yes to him when she knew he would just bang her and then forget she exists. He'd have to do better than that.

"Hi, Gigi," Morgan said pleasantly to her room mate. It was obvious that more and more people were arriving, and everyone wanted to see mr. player, Andrew Webb. Andrew's best friend, Paris, came across the deck and talked to Andrew, then greeted Morgan and Gigi. "It was well, thanks, Paris." She would have gone on to ask how he was, but he went back to talking to Andrew so she kept quiet. Morgan said nothing as Gigi and Paris compared tan lines. As Paris took out a cigarette, Morgan said, "No--go ahead. I was just going to go talk to Judah, anyway." She had just spotted Judah by the banister out of the corner of her eye as she spoke, and with a wave good-bye, she headed his way. She didn't really feel like talking to the rich, tan, and slightly snobby group at the moment. Not that she didn't like them, it was just that since she had the opportunity to talk to a more pleasant person like Judah, she would take it over standing around staring at tan-lines and talking about how many times they scored on babes during the summer.

Morgan couldn't even imagine the look on Andrew's face as she walked away from him. He didn't take rejection well, and he was very determined; he just never gave up on her. He was probably horrified that she just completely ditched him. She could picture it now, Andrew yelling at Paris and Gigi, 'You ruined my chances with Morgan, you idiots!' Morgan giggled at the thought. She hurried away from the tanned group, and headed over to Judah. "Judah! Hi!" she exclaimed, happy to see someone genuinely nice instead of snobs and perverts. She flung her arms around his neck and wrapped him in a hug, as she did for everyone who was nice enough to deserve it. Not that she didn't like the rich crowd, it's just that she would never think of hugging them; they girls would probably scream that she messed up their hair, and the guys would think too much into it and assume she had the hots for them.

She imagined Andrew's insides would be burning if he saw her hugging Judah. She was only being friendly, though. She let go of Judah and looked at him with a smile on her face. She honestly liked it better over here by the banister, closer to the sea, away from the party (and Andrew's flirting). There was a nice breeze coming from the sea, and she just loved the view. She looked back for a second, looking around for Nadine, but without any luck, she turned back to face the sea and lean on the banister. "So how was your summer?" Morgan asked with a smile on her face.

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This post is from a talent-oriented high school featuring a snobby queen-bee character.

xxxxxx better be nice to this girl, she's got connections
better be nice to this girl, she's got connections the well connected


Jamila's heels clicked furiously as she hurried down the halls, and stepped into the auditorium, already late for rehearsal. She loved rehearsal, and she also hated it. She loved to sing, but she hated that she didn't know anybody else at rehearsal - or everyone she knew, she didn't like or they didn't like her. None of her stupid friends were talented, so here she was, alone. She was rich, talented, and beautiful - in her opinion, at least - and she was supposed to be the queen bee of the school - or she thought she deserved that title, because of her wealth, connections, and her father's status - so why did she have nobody to talk to here? This is ridiculous, she thought, leaning against a wall alone. I should be the one everyone's crowded around. Why is nobody paying attention to me? What have they got that I don't? Oh, right, friends. She sighed. She wasn't as snobby as she seemed, it's just that she plainly wasn't used to being ignored. But these people weren't like her, they were just average teenagers, not wealthy and glamorous like Jamila - or that's how she thought of herself.

It wasn't at all that she didn't know people. Of course, she knew people here. But more people knew her. How could they not? The rich, in-your-face, well-connected-because-of-her-daddy queen bee. You'd have to be blind - and probably deaf, too - to miss her. But that didn't mean everybody liked her, not that she liked everybody anyway. There was Elliot, and Carter; best friends who of course were too jealous of Jamila's connections, in her opinion, to appreciate her talent. Jamila always figured they knew because of her father she would be instantly signed to a record deal, while they would go through life struggling for a successful career because they didn't have any connections, or better yet, because they weren't friends with Jamila - who could have quite easily made them successful. It was a pity, really. If they had just made friends with Jamila instead of instantly hating her, they would have a chance of a successful career, but instead they chose to have hopeless futures as starving artists. It's sad, really, Jamila thought, shaking her head, but not feeling sad at all, because it was Carter and Elliot's own choice not to like Jamila, so it was their fault their careers would suck. Jamila was also quite bitter towards the two girls because they thought that Jamila wasn't talented and that she only got into Montroy because of her father's connections. But that wasn't entirely true; she did have a great voice, they just never gave her a chance to prove it.

And then there James. She and him had hooked up in the past, but she didn't want to go over there and hang out with him. Not that they ended on bad terms, or that she had anything against him, but she just wouldn't have much to say to him. She leaned against the wall glumly, wishing somebody who wasn't entirely awful would talk to her, and bitterly hating Carter and Elliot. She should be warming up, she knew that, but she couldn't seem to focus on anything besides her loneliness, and how unusual of a feeling it was to her. Foreign, almost. Besides, why would she need to practise when she had talent and a garunteed successful career? She didn't even need to go to a special school, she could have been more successful than anybody here even if she hadn't taken vocal lessons or come to Montroy; simply because of her wonderful father. What a great life he had given her. Too bad he couldn't pay people to be friends with her.

She was starting to miss her old school, where everyone would jump at the chance just to stand near her. But her father had convinced her that this school was a good idea, and at the time, she loved the idea of going to a school full of talented people, and dreamed of reigning over them like their queen, the most talented of all - but that was just that: a dream. She almost pulled out her phone and pushed her speed dial to call her daddy, but she stopped herself. No use giving up; she wasn't a quitter. She was a fighter. She looked around again, rather hopelessly, and half-sighed, but stopped when she spotted somebody she knew but surprisingly didn't hate and didn't hate her. Lukas. She didn't know him that well, she just had a couple classes with him.

But then something came to her, causing a smile to spread across her face. As she recalled, thanks to her wonderful group of girl - friends who were an excellent source of gossip, both Carter and Elliot had rather recently had some sort of a thing with Lukas. She didn't exactly know how much of a thing either of them had had with him - she simply didn't pay attention to gossip that had nothing to do with her. But since they had both had some sort of a relationship with him, no matter how brief it was, it would be something to them if she went over and talked to him. After all - girls often do get jealous when they see their ex-boyfriends talking to other girls - especially rich, talented, hot, well-connected ones. And especially especially ones who they absolutely hate. So Jamila walked over to him - after practising it so much, her walk was now naturally a cat-walk strut - and though she didn't really know what to say to him, she spoke as though she knew exactly the right thing to say. "Hey, Lukas," she said loudly, getting his attention. "You're in my psychology class, aren't you? Or was it theatre 101? I know we have something together." The way she said 'we have something together' sounded like they had some sort of relationship, or romance, even. It wasn't what she had meant, and she hadn't meant to sound that way, either; but in the end, she was glad she had said it that way - maybe Carter or Elliot would overhear and go red with jealousy.

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This post is from a harry potter/hogwarts roleplay featuring a sinister and suave slytherin.

xxxx those cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends
those cunning folks use any means xxxx the sinister and suave slytherin


Lucian had spent much of the day in Diagon Alley purchasing brand new supplies for the new year at Hogwarts, and he had spent some time in Knockturn Alley as well. In fact, he was so swept up in shopping for himself that he had lost track of the time. He had been in Flourish & Blotts when one of his house elves, Pippy, reminded him of the time. Cursing loudly, uncaring of the glares that people threw at him, he ran out of the store with three house elves trailing him, as they had all day. His parents would have come with him, but they were busy people, and he was quite old enough to go to Diagon Alley on his own, and they didn't worry about Knockturn Alley, as the Aldridge's were known as a respected wizarding family there. The only purpose for bringing the house elves along was so they could carry his things. Now Lucian found himself running down the streets, cursing under his breath, with three house elves carrying loads of luggage, trying to keep up. Leopold and Merelda Aldridge were waiting for their son at King's Cross Station, and Lucian really didn't feel like getting lectured before being sent off to Hogwarts for the year. Lucian was almost there, which meant Muggles were going to be around soon. "Pippy, come here," Lucian called loudly as he abruptly stopped. A small, scrawny male house-elf hurried over to Lucian to stand by his side. "Yes, master Lucian? What is you needing from me?" he asked eagerly.

"Hand me those hooded jumpers and pants from inside that bag you're holding," he instructed the elf. Pippy did so immediately, and the elf's smile turned into a frown as he saw the clothes. "Is...is you freeing us, master?" Pippy asked sadly. He knew clothes were a sign of freedom from a master, and he wasn't happy about it. He loved to serve the Aldridge family.
"No, Pippy. I just need you and the others to cover up in Muggle clothes so you don't draw attention to yourselves. Imagine if a Muggle caught sight of you.." he said, shaking his head. "Put them on. All of you," he said, tossing clothes to the other two house-elves, Vurney and Velda. Vurney was an old house-elf, he'd been working for Lucian's family for so long that he had grown kind of bitter. He put on the clothes, muttering to himself under his breath. Lucian ignored this, and reached over to help Velda put on her jumper. Velda was a petite, very pleasant house elf. Like Pippy, she was delighted and honored to be serving Lucian's family. Lucian pulled the hoods of Pippy and Vurney's hoodie's over their heads, concealing their long ears so they appeared to be just wrinkle-faced humans with noses longer than usual. If they walked fast, nobody would notice anything. For Velda, he pulled out a big, loose purple beret and put it on her head, covering her ears. She looked at her reflection in the window of a shop nearby, and was apparently very pleased. "I is looking just like a Muggle! I is liking the hat, master Lucian! Oh, thank you, sir!" she said graciously, and hugged Lucian around the waist, because she was so short that she couldn't reach any higher. Lucian raised his eyebrows as the little elf hugged him, very surprised indeed. Vurney grabbed Velda by the arm and pulled her off of Lucian. "Do not touch master Lucian!" Vurney growled at Velda.
"Now, now, it's all right. I'm not angry," Lucian assured them, walked over to Pippy again, and stuck his hand into one of the bags he was carrying. He pulled out three pairs of shoes big enough for the house-elves feet. He tossed them each a pair. "Put these on your feet,"

Pippy eyed them uncertainly. "They...they is looking uncomfortable, sir. Can we not go bare-foot, sir?"
"Do what master tells you!" Vurney growled.
"It's all right, Vurney, settle down. Pippy, these are what Muggles wear, so you need to put them on." Pippy nodded, and the three elves quickly struggled to put on the shoes. Lucian had to help them, of course, most were put on backwards or on the wrong feet. Once they look convincingly human from first glance, they were ready to go. "Come on now, we have to get to King's Cross Station. Hurry up, then," Lucian instructed, and the four of them hurried down the streets all the way to Platform 9 3/4 where Lucian's parents were waiting. "Come on, love," his mother called to him. "It's ten forty five, you don't want to be late!"
The six of them stood by the wall and one by one they subtly leaned into it and through the wall to the platform on the other side where the Hogwarts express was waiting. Vurney pushed the trolley that held most of Lucian's supplies, while Pippy held the cage in which Lucian's black barn owl, Marvolo, was held in, and Velda held his beloved Nimbus 2001. "Pippy, Velda, Vurney; go put Lucian's luggage on the train, will you?" Leopold Aldridge asked the house-elves, though it wasn't a question, it was a command. They understood, and scurried off to do so. Leopold turned to Lucian. "Well, son, you'd better be going, it seems."

Lucian glanced at the clock. "Yes, I suppose so," he agreed.
"Luke, dear, we'll write to you every week. Do you promise to return our letters?" Merelda Aldridge asked with a worried smile on her face.
"Of course, mother. You have nothing to worry about," Lucian said and pulled his wand out of his jacket. "Orchideous!" he said, and flowers burst from the tip of his wand. He caught them, and kindly handed them to his mother. Her eyes lit up, but she was still smiling worriedly. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek as she did so. "Goodbye, dear," his mother said sadly. His father clapped him on the shoulder, apparently too macho to hug his son. "Safe trip, son," he added. "Goodbye, mum. Bye father," he said, and waved good-bye to the house-elves who, all but bitter old Vurney, were waving excitedly at him. He climbed onto the Hogwarts Express and looked around for a compartment to sit in. He spotted a girl he knew, a Slytherin named Mei-Lien, in a compartment with two boys. He almost joined them even though it was obvious that the two guys were not Slytherin, but then at the corner of his eye, he noticed on last empty compartment only a few compartments away from Mei-Lien's. He looked around quickly--nobody else had noticed it.

He quickly ran to the compartment and went in, very pleased with himself that he had been so sly as to snatch the last empty compartment. He threw his bag on the set across from him and started going through it. He pulled his robes out of the bag and quickly started pulling off his Muggle clothes. He pulled off jeans, and then his t-shirt, until he was wearing only green plaid boxers. His abs were chiseled and his arms were muscled; the result of his father forcing him to work-out over the summer so that he would be strong. It was annoying, really, how his father had pretty much forced him to work-out and lift weights when he didn't even really need to be strong because he had magic after all. But his father was a stubborn man, so he didn't argue with him. Besides, he liked having a toned body. Lucian wasn't embarrassed to say that he looked good. He shoved his jeans and t-shirt into his bag before putting on his Hogwarts robes. He pulled off his shoes and socks and shoved them into the bag as well. He had nice, brand new polished school shoes to wear, he wouldn't be caught dead walking around Hogwarts in his ratty old Muggle shoes. He pulled his new socks and shoes from his bag and put them on the seat with the rest of his robes. Before he could pull anything on, he heard footsteps coming towards his compartment. He turned to face the door, and before he could grab it and hold it shut, somebody pulled the door open, leaving him standing there in only his boxers where everybody in nearby compartments could clearly see him.

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This post is from a wedding roleplay featuring former fling who showed up at her ex-boyfriend's wedding with his child that he didn't know about.

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It had been years since Vanessa had seen Logan. About eight years, in fact. She wondered if he even looked the same. Vanessa wasn't at all the same, that was for sure. When she was with Logan in high school while he was in college, she was flirty and irresponsible, where as now she was mature, and she was a mother. Allison was the most important thing in her life, and Allison's father wasn't a part of it at all. It was Vanessa's choice not to include Logan in Allison's life. It was also her decision not to tell Logan about Allison at all. By the time it was confirmed that she was pregnant the two had been broken up for almost three weeks. At the time, it seemed like they had been broken up forever. She figured since they had broken up and he didn't want to be with her anymore, what good would telling him she was having his baby be? They broke up for a reason, and getting back together when they didn't like each other anymore just because they had a baby together just wasn't a good idea. It would just be a forced relationship and the only thing holding them together would be the baby. Neither of them would be happy like that.

There were many times when she almost told him. Most times were when she was struggling with money or having a hard time juggling work and the baby. But her parents were there for her, they lent her as much money as she needed and were happy - even excited - to babysit whenever she needed it. Sometimes she just wondered what their lives would be like had she told him. She really didn't have a clue what he would do if he found out. He was a good guy, there was a good chance he would take responsibility for it and happily pay child support, or maybe even get back together with Vanessa. But eight years can change a person; she had no idea what he was like now. It scared her to find out how much he had changed. Would she even recognize him? But what scared her even more was if she could handle seeing him with another woman. After all, she was once in love with him, and he was the father of her child for goodness sakes!

Vanessa tried to move on. She tried to date, but it was slim pickings trying to find a guy who was cool with her having a kid. Nobody her own age wanted to date a single mom. What guy in their right mind would want the responsibility of a child thrust upon them just because they want to date Vanessa? That was yet another reason why she had to go to Logan's wedding. She honestly wasn't going to ruin the wedding, and she wasn't going to break up Logan and his fiancee - though she secretly hoped they would break up as soon as he found out he was a father - but it was for the best interests of her child, and of Logan. Vanessa realized (about eight years too late) that Logan had to know. She couldn't let him walk into a marriage when he had such a huge secret, a responsibility, that he didn't even know about yet. She kept having second thoughts, so she had to keep reminding herself why it was a good idea to show up at the wedding.

She lived just out of town, her house was not ten minutes away. She came back into town every once in a while so that she and Allison could visit Vanessa's parents, and occasionally some friends. As soon as she heard that Logan was engaged, she packed her bags and she and Allison went to stay with her parents. With a little poking around, Vanessa was able to find out the details about the wedding. As soon as she found out when and where it was being held, she jumped in her car and checked in to the hotel where the wedding was happening, and where all of the guests happened to be staying. She had to find Logan. She couldn't let him get married when he already had a kid with her--and not know about it. With a little more snooping she was able to find the room he was staying in, but it took a lot of convincing to get the key to it. She sincerely hoped that helpful maid wouldn't get fired.

This wasn't even about her. It was about Allison. She'd never had a father in her life, and Vanessa had always convinced her that it was for the better, but that didn't stop Allison from wanting to meet her father. Vanessa felt terrible for keeping Allison from her father when she knew she wanted to meet him so badly, but she couldn't bring herself to tell Logan. It would just create a whole awkward situation, and put huge pressure on him. She just couldn't do it. But now that he was getting married, she felt like it was her last chance to tell him, and her last chance for Allison to meet her father. She would never be able to tell him after he was already married, because it would probably break up his marriage and she would feel terrible for ruining his life like that. So she had to do it now, before he got married. Allison was all for it, after all, she'd been waiting her entire life to meet her father, and now that she knew she was going to meet him, Vanessa couldn't take that away from her. Now she had to do it, no matter what. No turning back.

It would be especially hard to turn back now anyway, since she was waiting on the bed of Logan's hotel room, and she could hear his voice coming closer, he was talking to someone. She dearly hoped that it wasn't his fiancee. She heard him right outside the door, and stood up to check herself in the mirror; she wanted to make sure she didn't look like a wreck. As the door opened, she was spotted and she heard Logan swear. She turned around to face him, and she was almost shaking with nervousness. Allie stood beside her, and Vanessa dearly hoped that she didn't get the wrong impression about Logan because he had sworn. She hoped that Allison didn't take first impressions too seriously. When Logan addressed her, she was surprised to hear that he remembered her nickname. Most guys she'd been with didn't even remember her first name while she was dating them, and yet after eight years he remembered her nickname. She was pleased to see that he looked as she remembered him. She half expected him to be bald or have a mustache or something drastically different.

Vanessa looked down at Allison, who was staring intently at the man that she hoped to one day be able to call her father, and then looked back at Logan. She wanted to explain everything as calmly and simply as possible - she had spent days trying to think of the right words, but finally decided that she'd just figure it out when she saw him - but with Logan look panicky and demanding to know what was going on, she got extremely nervous and drew a blank. Finally, she said the first thing that came to her mind, hoping that it wouldn't come out as dramatic and shock him into a heart attack or something. "Your daughter wanted to meet you," she said calmly, putting a hand on Allie's shoulder. The words your daughter probably weren't the best choice, she could tell that it was frightfully shocking to hear; something she was trying to avoid, which apparently she had failed at. "Logan," she started calmly. "This is Allison. I found out I was pregnant with her a few weeks after we broke up, I had her nine months later, and now here we are, eight years later." she stated breezily. Now that she had began talking, it felt easy to explain things. But she hadn't gotten to the hard part yet.

"I'm here because.."- she sighed -"well, you're getting married, and I just couldn't let you rush into a marriage when you have a daughter that you didn't know about. I'm not expecting you to stop your wedding or anything"- though a part of her wished he would -"I had to at least tell you before you do anything that you might end up regretting." She didn't say anything for a minute, she was evaluating his expression, but it was so mixed up she couldn't read it. "I'm so sorry for putting this huge burden on you, but that's why I didn't tell you earlier.. I didn't want to make you feel obligated to help me or anything. I wanted you to know about her, but I just didn't want to complicate things for you. My life completely changed because of Allie, but I don't regret anything. She's my life," she looked down at Allison and smiled. "I didn't know how you would feel about her, and just because I don't regret having her doesn't mean that you don't either. I didn't want to bring something into your life that you would regret, and possibly end up resenting." She stopped there. She couldn't think of any other way to explain why she hadn't told him about his daughter, and after blabbering on for five minutes straight, she thought she ought to shut up and hear what Logan had to say. She was so nervous as to what Logan thought, she was almost shaking.