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Well, in an effort to jumpstart to guild RP activity, I'm shooting a RP. This one will be a typical average highschool with budget cuts, cliques, drugs, teacher 'bribery', and overall hell, if you see it that way.

Welcome to the Barton Opportunistic Necessary Educational Resident!
...as shown on paperwork.

OR

Barton High
..as it's more commonly referred to by everyone.

OR

B.O.N.E.R.
...as referred my me, and a select few.

Inside the walls of BONER, you'll find all the usual in the three story high and thirty class wide school. Drama, Mechanics, Music, Advanced Science, you name it. There's everything here, including gossip, pain in the a** teachers, the over compensative principal and most of all, your friends. School starts today, are you going to fair well in this school?

Your paperwork:

Name:
Age:
Ethnicity:
Grade:
Gender:
Criminal Record:
Courses:
Appearance:
Attitude:

Just PM that to me. Named,
I attend BONER if you want an instant 1,000 gold.
Otherwise name it whatever the hell you want.

Brandon walked down the hall for school, he and his friend were shooting footage for his music video of a cover of a song by Guns 'N Roses, Knockin' On Heaven's Door. As he walked down the hallway with his guitar plugged in, he blared into the peaceful solo and played as smoothly and relaxed as he could standing on top of a table in the cafeteria. His heart was racing, but maintained a relaxed demeanor as he held the guitar up putting the bottom of his on his belt.

After the solo was over, the crowd was mixed, some were pissed off, others were cheering, but all the teachers were pissed, and moving. "s**t! RUN!" Brandon shouted, then took off with his guitar through the crowd and sprinted out the gym door to the outside, taking a sharp turn left and up the stairs. He turned around, his friend, Tristan was right behind him, and the teachers were no where in sight. "Alright, we got some good footage."

The room designated for those in Pre-Calculus first period had a few students in it already. A small group of teens were on one side bunched together, the girls chatting away about their summer and exchanging gossip while the guys high-fived and did hand shakes to greet one another and talked about other things. A typical group of what one might classify as Preps, wearing their Hollister and American Eagle articles and the girls sporting large hobo bags and teased hair, talking in relatively loud and somewhat obnoxious voices.

A little further into the middle of the numerous rows of desks were the so-called Punks/Emos/Goths or whatever one would see them as. In mostly dark clothing, they talked amongst themselves about their vacations, concerts they had been to, etc. A couple of them had a piercing of some sort, or numerous, and their hair was either black or brightly colored, or both, and they sported clothing articles and bags that advertised bands.

Sitting on the side furthest from the door and from anyone else, Judy sat observing the groups momentarily. She laughed a bit inside at the thought of these cliques with their typical behavior and styles. Not only did she sitting far from them separate her from these groups, but as well as her appearance.

Judy had a somewhat average figure, not large but not super skinny either, like the girls in the school that were found throwing up their lunch in the girls bathroom everyday. Just average. Her hair was nothing special, just plain dark brown with bangs that completely covered her forehead. Her dark chocolate eyes darted around the room once more before returning to a PDA she held in her hands.

However these things were not the most notable. The first thing anyone would notice about her was the fact that she wore an excessive amount of green. Her top was a simple green but it was a cute baby-doll fashion top, and she wore blue jeans with a barely visible neon green keyboard belt to hold it up. Her eye make up was green, as were her earring which were two medium-sized green hoops. On her wrist was a set of sparkling green bangles, and on her finger a green ring with white hearts running along it Dangling about her neck however was a sterling silver necklace with three rings. Engraved in each one individually were the words: Live, Laugh, Love. If that wasn't enough, her purse was pink with green straps, but it had a polka-dot green recycling symbol and hearts around and read: Green Girl, officially giving her what would obviously give her her title in this school.

Judy didn't care. She didn't want to be put into one of the cliques, and almost purposely tried to be as different as she possibly could from everybody else. One might classify her as plain yet unique. She continued to fool around with her PDA as the time crept close to the beginning of class, and more students slowly filed into the classroom.

He looked at his slip of paper that told him where to go, unfortunately, he had Math 9, with the number 173 as the class number. He walked into the class with a strange walk, it was kind of a tired, stoned sort of walk, but at the same time, his hair was covering his face so you had no clue what the hell was going on behind there. He had his guitar bag slung across his back, and he walked into the class, sitting down to the left a dude with mirror shades, who looked older.

Oh s**t, am I in the right class?
Relax Brandon, it's fine this is Math 9, said so on the sheet.
No, it said Room 173, and THEN it said Math 9.
Don't worry about it, he probably just failed a grade or two... Yeah.

As he reassured himself mentally, he reached into the outside pocket of his guitar bag, which held several of his CD's (yes, CD's) and most of his school s**t. Which, today, like every other day, had no school s**t in it. Just a pencil and some CD's. After he sighed to himself, he looked about the class, from clique to clique. He didn't fit in with any of them. All except for two of the people in the class were dressed like the typical modern morons.

Here you get Brandon, a stoner looking guy that looked like he came out of the 80's, and then the guy next to him certainly looked different, and then the other girl- The one wearing nearly all green.

HOLY. s**t. That's a lot of ******** green...

He tired; the gig and the lack of sleep had knocked him down pretty good. He'd be alright and back to normal in an hour though, so not to worry. He just had to survive this class first.

Suddenly a low monotonous voice swelled out of a rather large and quite stupid student. "Brandon? What are you doing here? You suck enough d**k to get here?"
"No, Jacob, I cut off your mom's retractable d**k and fed it to your tied up husband after your dog s**t it out. It was quite a scene, you should've been there." Brandon replied, smoothly, still facing the front of the class.
"Wanna go? Huh? Wanna fight? I'll kick your a**! I weight a hundred and eighty pounds!" Jacob bragged, before Brandon turned ******** me, dude, you're ******** dense."
"Oh yeah, well let's go!" Jacob ragged, and then pulled Brandon out of his chair, from which Brandon got back off of the ground and looked Jacob dead in the eye, his hair parted just enough to see his druggie-like eyes, with heavy darkness around the bottom. He didn't do drugs, he just didn't get a lot of sleep and he drank quite a bit, which is an understatement.

...Anyway, Brandon was staring Jacob dead in the eye, when he left hand started clenching, and finally, closed into a fist after it cracked several times. "Alright then... Come on, Let's go, come on... Move a bit closer..." He coaxed with a gentle tone and his eyes wide open. "Come on..." He said once more, before he stared down Jacob and Jacob backed up and walked back to his desk, glancing over his shoulder. Brandon walked back to his desk and muttered, "a*****e..." And then he sat down, a looked around the class some more, before resting his head on the desk, and silently passing out.

James blinked as he looked at the problems on the board. '... log(2X+32y^2)=log7^2... The ******** do pieces of wood have to do with math?!'

Looking around, he tried to get a grip on what the Hell he was doing.

Glancing to the side, James then wrote down whatever the Hell the girl next to him was doing. 'Don't know how the Hell logs equal 3, but who the Hell cares...'