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 Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 5:12 pm
In Staten Island High School, there are seven teenagers who have known eachother since they were little. They aren't what you would call good kids. Each had taken on a certain identity, a 7 deadly sin that classified them best. Then, from a nearby high school, 7 "good" teens who had dedicated their life to a certain holy virtue. They are asked to trancfer to SIHS to mentor the 7 "troubled" teens when their behavior gets out of hand. Will the 7 deadly sins be changed by the virtues? Or will they run them out of town? Or, maybe will the virtues change to the sins?
The 7 virtues help the sins throughout the day and at a mandatory hour long session after school, each with their oppisite. What will emerge? Friendship? Hatred? Or, even romance? It's up to you and your typing fingers!
Profiles
We need graphics! I'll make some soon, 'cause this thread looks blaahh. Unless anyone else makes images? :]
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 5:28 pm
Lustluxuria- Excessive thoughts or desires of sexual nature. Excessive love of others.
Parallel: Chastity
Gender: Male
Status: Taken by RADIO ACTIVE TIVE
Gluttonygala- Over indulgence and over consumption to the point of waste
Parallel: Temperance
Gender: Female
Status: Open
Greedavaritia- A sin of excess. Disloyalty, bribery, theft, et cetera, for the sake of personal gain.
Parallel: Charity
Gender: Female
Status: Taken by melissyRAWR
SlothAcedia- The sin of sadness or despair. Refusal to enjoy God's world. Laziness.
Parallel: Diliegnce
Gender: Male
Status: Taken by melissyRAWR
Wrathira- Inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of anger. Self-denial and impatience, and the wish to harm others.
Parallel: Patience
Gender: Male
Status: Taken by panda_world
Envyinvidia- Insatiable desire, wish to deprive others of what they want.
Parallel: Kindness
Gender: Male
Status: Taken by Make A Scene Dee
Pridesuperbia- Desire to be more important than others. Vanity and narcissim.
Parallel: Humility
Gender: Female
Status: Taken by XxShinkuuxSenritsuxX
Chastitycasititar- Morale wholesomness and achieving purity though education and betterment.
Parallel: Lust
Gender: Female
Status: Taken by XhopeNFaithX
Temperancetemperare- Mindfulness of others or one's surroundings. Self-control, abstention and moderation.
Parallel: Gluttony
Gender: Male
Status: Open
Charitycaritas- Willingfulness to give. Nobility of thoughts or actions.
Parallel: Greed
Gender: Male
Status: Taken by panda_world
Diligenceindustria- A zealous and careful nature in one's actions or work. Gaurding against laziness.
Parallel: Sloth
Gender: Female
Status: Taken by Wendi Darling
Patiencepatientia- Forbearance and endurance through moderation. Forgives and resolves conflicts peacefully.
Parallel: Wrath
Gender: Female
Status: Taken by Meca-Chan
Kindnesshumilitas- Compassion, friendship and unprejuduced.
Parallel: Envy
Gender: Female
Status: Taken by X - - s t i l l D0L L
Humilityhumilitas- Modest and selfless. Does not glorify oneself unfairly, but gives credit when due.
Parallel: Pride
Gender: Male
Status: Open
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 5:40 pm
The Rules
1.0 If you are in this roleplay, there's a good chance you are literate. However, my definition of literate is to be able to write 2+ paragraphs per post, with 6+ sentences each. No one liners. No big spelling mistakes. Proper grammar. You know the deal.
2.0 This is a long term roleplay. If you won't be on for a while, send me a message. If you are no longer interested in the roleplay, you will send me a message then exit your character somehow. Like maybe your character dies or something. If you don't post in three days without warning, DELETED :]
3.0 Romance and fighting are encouraged. Curseing isn't so bad either, but make sure whatever your character does is like their sin/virtue. For example! Wrath is more likely to curse out the teacher than kindness is, and gluttony is probably going to be the one fighting over the last bag of chips then temperance will.
4.0 Reserve your character beforehand! The subject should be something your character would most likely do. You have 24 hours to submit your profile.
4.5 Don't go overboard on the histories of the characters. Sorry, not everyone has a horrible childhood when they are raped and beaten daily. And not everyone is born in England and goes around with a sexy English accent. If more then one person has a similar history, I will make you change it. I'm so bored of those trends, to be honest.
5.0 Your posts should be nice and pretty. Colors, pictures, the whole nine yards.
5.5 Colors should coincide with your character. Example: green or envy, red for wrath, etc.
5.6 Pictures should look like their sin/virtue. For example Wrath is probably more built, then say Sloth is. And Humility isn't likely to wear a lot of make up or have a lot of piercings. Scene kids, Alex Evans, celebrities are allowed.
6.0 You can double, if the spots aren't filling up.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 5:50 pm
Setting How's the weather up there?
Foggy / Humid / 75 Degrees
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28 / 29 / 30 / 31
Jan / Feb / Mar / April / May / Jun / Jul / Aug / Sep / Oct / Nov / Dec
Sun / Monday / Tue / Wed / Thu / Fri / Sat
Staten Island, New York. A suburb where most of the occupants are middle class, but not all of them. There is a mall, a train and bus service. There's also the movie theater, and several parks. The school is across the street from one of these parks. What's goin' on?THE FIRST PERIOD BELL HAS RUNG
Bella is starting to like Conner
Sol is trying to seduce Taylor
Cami tries to get through to Aiden in the first 5 minutes of meeting him.
Everret and Cadence are already losing patience with eachother.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 6:01 pm
Profiles
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[color=Color1]Age[/color][color=2]XxXx[/color]15-18
[color=Color1]Sexuality[/color][color=2]XxXx[/color] Straigt/Bi/Gay/Lesbian
[color=Color1]My Life[/color][color=2]XxXx[/color]10-20 facts, in bullets
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[color=Color1]Hates[/color][color=2]XxXx[/color]5 Dislikes
[color=Color1]Puppet Master[/color][color=2]XxXx[/color]Username
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 4:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 4:50 pm
 R Y A N J A M E S J O R B A N
Ryan rolled over onto his stomach. It was Monday morning and a school day. Neither of those were ever happy for him. The only reason he got up was because of his mother, who was screaming at him to wake up.
”Ryan James Jorban! Get your lazy a** up right this second and get your a** to school!” the thirty two year old woman yelled at her seventeen year old son. She stood in the doorway so he couldn’t not wake up. Eventually the boy poked his messy haired head out from under his dark blue blanket. Extremely slowly, he got up and stretched. Cautiously he stepped out of the bed and onto the floor, right onto a paper plate with the remains of a sandwich on it. His mom left to go get ready, and Ryan did the same.
He looked down to see what he was wearing. Blue skinny jeans. That was odd because usually he wore loose pajama pants, and he was sure there was a reason he was wearing them. But he didn’t remember. Other then that he wasn’t wearing anything else. The five foot nine boy walked over to a pile of clothes on the floor and picked out a plain black short sleeve t-shirt. It was old, and a bit snug on him. He only weighed about one hundred and fifteen pounds, so he was pretty thin for his height. But that’s what a lot of smoking and no eating did to you. Thinking of which, he pulled out a cigarette from his back pocket and lit it with that lighter on top of what was probably his dresser. His room was covered in clothing, video games and random things. The only thing without anything covering it was his bed and TV, where he did most of his activities.
Ryan walked out of his room and down the short hall to the kitchen. ”Well look who decided to wake up. Put out that cigarette!” his mother hollered, but he ignored her. He took a drag on the cigarette and left the house, after putting on a pair of ratty converse sneakers. He walked to school, which really wasn’t very far away. To him, the laziest of the lazy, the two blocks stretched on forever. He remembered that those kids, the “good” kids, the virtues, were coming today. Ryan and his friends had labeled themselves under one of the Seven Deadly Sins. And apparently some kids from some other school stole their idea and were Seven Holy Virtues. They’re probably as bad as we are he thought to himself with a smile as he arrived to the busy schoolyard.
S L O T H
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 8:52 pm
S o l o m o n |[ R A Y ]| L i o n h e a r t
"I'll do what it takes, if it gets me what I want."
 ////////////////////Monday mornings were always the scariest of times to wake up. Solomon never knew if he would be in his own bed, on a couch, passed out in someone's home after a late night party, or possibly even outside. A door opened. ”Ray, get up.” It sounded a lot like his mother's voice. Bitter, awkward, breathy, and regretful. A rush of relief ran through Solomon's body. He was home and didn't have to worry about finding a way to school. ”Mmhm.” He groaned. This was the only way to get her out of his room. I'm up, I'm up. The second Solomon heard the door close, he threw the covers off revealing him in nothing but boxers. Solomon sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes and swooped his legs to the edge of the bed. His feet slowly fell to the floor as he got up. After making his way to his closet, Sol pulled the dangling string in front of him. The buzzing light fixture flickered on to show case his large assortment of clothing. "Hhhhhh... What to wear?" Sol was a big fan of clothes. Mainly because it attracted the guys and girls he liked to hook up with. But also because he was infatuated with himself. He would do his best to look good. Of course, it wasn't hard with the body he was blessed with. Solomon, or Ray, pulled on a dark pair of fitted jeans and a basic graphic v-neck with many blue tones. The pockets were this outfit's best feature. A quick glance in the mirror let him know he was looking good.
////////////////////Ray sluggishly walked into his bathroom. He was happy to have his own bathroom. It was only fitting considering he never shared with his family. Not even a conversation. Solomon ran his finger across his rugged chin. The short bristles that he called facial hair were scratchy against his fingers. After washing his face, and all those other fun things he did in the morning, Solomon walked out the door. He didn't even bother to say goodbye, grab some breakfast, or search for his homework. All Ray ever needed was his clothes, wallet, backpack, and brimming confidence. Anything else was trying too hard. Solomon passed his father while twirling his car keys. There were no ridiculous obligations that forced him to speak to his dad. Ray never even associated himself with his family.
////////////////////Like every weekday in his life, Solomon drove off to school. It was a boring event. As was school. But he always had after school to look forward to. Solomon parked his car. ”Finally, the boring part is over.” He mumbled to himself while getting out of the car. At that very moment he spotted Ryan, the sloth of the group. Solomon himself was considered the lustful one, for obvious reasons. Every knew about his promiscuous reputation. The extent of it was the secret. ”Ryan.” Solomon called out in his matured voice. It was hard to believe he was only a senior. Ray pushed himself to catch up with him in a light jog. Ryan was a good friend of his. But there was something about him that Sol lusted for. It came as no surprise that he had these feelings considering he had them towards just about anyone attractive. ”Hey.” He said standing before him. Sol couldn't help but look him up and down discreatly.【 L u s t 】
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RADIO ATTACK TIVE Captain
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XHopeNFaithX Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 9:39 pm
xxxxxxxxxxTaylor Janette Michaelsxxxxxxxxx  Bright sunlight shined through the white lace curtains awaking the sleeping blonde teenager. Taylor slowly sat up stretching her arms above her head then placed her hand over her mouth as she yawned. Her head turned slightly toward the alarm clock on her nightstand then sighed. Today, she would be going to a new school which made her quite nervous. Being in unfamiliar territory was never easy for her. Because of how she is, her peers tend to give her a hard time. Making friends has never been her priority. It's her education that was more important to her and she didn't need any distractions. Taylor kicked off the covers and went straight to her closet. Her clothes were nice and modest. Never showed off too much skin or clinged too tight to her body. Reaching up for a few hangers, she grabbed her plain brown t-shirt along with her beige cardigan and dark denim boot cut jeans. After changing into her clothes, she walked to her bathroom to wash her face. She rubbed the peach facial scrub then splashed her face with warm water.
Minutes later, Taylor had finished making her bed and then grabbed her backpack. She opened her door then walked down the hall and all the way to the kitchen where her parents were. "Morning!" she smiled walking up to her dad and kissing his cheek. Her mom was busy making lunch but managed to hear Taylor's greeting."Good morning hun. I'm running a little late today so you'll have to eat on your way to school," her mother said rushing to finish putting two lunches together. Taylor nodded then went over to her mom,"Want some help with that?" Taylor's mom rolled up the top of a brown paper bag and handed it to Taylor. "Nope. All done," said her mom then she went to grab her purse. Taylor let out a small laugh to herself as she followed her mom. "Bye daddy! Love you!" she shouted as she shut the front door then ran to the car.
About fifteen minutes later, Taylor and her mom had pulled up to the curb. Taylor sank back in her seat a little then looked at her mom with an unsure expression. Do I really have to go here?" she asked hinting that she'd rather go back to her former school. Her mom smiled and leaned over giving Taylor a hug,"Everything will be fine Taylor. Just focus on your studies and stay away from anyone causing problems," she said then moved away. Taylor nodded at her mom while she unbuckled her belt and opened the car door. An unpleasant feeling came over her as she looked around at the large student body lounging around on the school lawn. Well here goes nothing I guess she thought turning around to grab her backpack then shut the car door. "Bye mom!" she waved then got up on the sidewalk and walked toward the front doors. Passing by a few other students, she kept praying in her mind to calm her nerves.Chastity
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 4:03 pm
Isabella, or Bella, as her friends exclusively called her, had been up since early in the morning, getting ready. Her dark brown hair had to be straightened perfectly, and her make-up had to be perfect. Why? It wasn't because she cared so much about her appearance that she had to look perfect. No, it was because she had what everyone else wanted. Pin strait hair, perfectly excecuted make-up, and perfectly stylish clothing. And she glorified when people saw she had, and they didn't. She wasn't your usual messy teen either. She wouldn't leave the house without looking perfect.
Bella exited the bathroom after two, or was it 3?, hours. She ran to her closet in the room she had to herself. Her three sisters shared the other bedroom. Bella had blackmailed them for that privledge. Not to mention it was the second biggest, outside of the master bed of course. Not that the room was big, the house was pretty tiny to begin with. But the point was, it was hers and her sisters would simply die to have their own room. She chose a white tank top and blue boot cut jeans, and black boots with silver buckles that she had stolen from DSW. How does one steal shoes? Well, Bella can steal anything and everything, and she hadn't been caught in quite a while.
She strutted out her bedroom into the kitchen, where the rest of her family already was. "Hi, Bella" they said, as they continued eating cereal. She poured herself some Trix, and the last of the milk into a bowl. She laughed inwardly as her father went to get milk out of the fridge, but found that there was none.
Mostly, they were completly silent while eating, or really doing anything together. None of the four girls wanted to speak to their father after he had gambled away all of their money, and their mother was never really big on talking. Bella left her bowl on the table, and grabbed her designer Gucci bag (stolen) and left without a word. Her bag was full of perfect scores on tests, which she had of course copied from other students. She wanted good grades, like everyone did, but of course she acutially got them. She was very strategic. She would sit herself next to the nerdiest kid in the class and copy all of his answers. She had good looks and grades, yet every teacher and most of the students knew she was up to no good. She could get any guy she wanted, and she of course always tergetted the ones everyone else wanted as well.
She walked to school, only because her blue convertible was in the shop. She spotted two of her friends, Ryan and Ray. "Hey guys" she said, smiling. She remembered that the "good" kids were coming to school today to straighten them out. She almost let out an audible laugh. Yea, right she thought.
Isabella Gina Gargantino G R E E D
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 1:02 pm
R Y A N J A M E S J O R B A N
Ryan saw Soloman park his car, get out and come over to greet him. "Hey. What's up?" he asked his friend, his hands in his pockets. Well, half in his pocket. His pants were so tight that only the tips of his fingers would fit. He remembered why he hated jeans. He wished he could go back home and change into pajama pants. Better yet, he wished he could just sleep for the rest of the day, or the rest of the week. Well, maybe play some XBOX for a while to. Call of Duty was what he put all of his talent and energy into it. His mom and teachers often tried to convince him to try to get into a college for computer animation or video game design, since that was one of the two things he was interested in. But he couldn't very well get a career in sleeping. Neither looked very likely to him. However, he was getting a bit worried about if his mom was really going to kick him out soon. He pushed that thought out of his head.
Ryan picked up on Sol looking him up and down. He was used to it from him. He lusted for everyone, and they were pretty good friends anyway. It was as expected as Sloth sleeping late. He smiled at his friend. Suddenly he saw another of his friends, Isabella come to them. "Hey, Bell" he said to her.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 9:59 pm
S o l o m o n |[ R A Y ]| L i o n h e a r t
"I'll do what it takes, if it gets me what I want."
////////////////////”Hey. What's up?” Solomon kept his cool as Ryan slipped his hands into his pant pockets. He tried to pull his mind out of the gutter, but it practically lived there. He couldn't even stand being close to him today. It was almost as though he was sick of just looking. But he couldn't possibly pursue his friend. Could I? Sol began to question the little morals he had left. He knew it would totally be worth it in the end, but feared that Ryan wouldn't agree. Solomon shoved the thoughts that came at such the wrong time to the side, and focused on what he was going to tell him. ”Nothing much. So those virtue kids are coming today?” He laughed at the thought of someone being chaste. She would probably be fat and ugly, or so he assumed. Solomon just couldn't understand the need for keeping such strong morals with the life he leads.
////////////////////At that moment, Sol turned to hear a familiar voice. ”Hey guys.” It was Bella. Solomon forced himself not to smile. The two of them had a past, and he wasn't too happy about how it made things in the end. Sure, they were still friends. But after having sex with her, she seemed so different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he could tell something was off. He joked it was because he was that good, but questioned if that was the real reason. ”Hey, Bell.” Ryan replied. Sol followed directly after, feeling a little obligated to welcome her. ”Sup?”
////////////////////Solomon felt ridiculous. Of all the words in his vocabulary, he chose sup. He couldn't quiet understand why he thought that sounded cool. Ray could only assume because it was short, sweet, and abbreviated. Not to mention the occasional head tilt that went along with it. Sol tried to distract himself by fixing up his shirt. The bottom was beginning to scrunch up, and Sol only wanted the belt to show. Apparently the shirt wasn't good enough, because Sol's mind shot straight to Isabella. She was such a greedy girl, perhaps that was what drew her to him. A small smirk came across his face as he flashed back to a memory of the two of them, but it quickly faded once he remembered she was standing right there. If only he could have her right then and there. Wow, you're off to quiet the start this morning. He told himself in disgust. You've already thought of two friends in a way they shouldn't be thought of... Solomon wanted to laugh at himself, but simply couldn't under the circumstances. You need help...【 L u s t 】
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 3:34 pm
● ● ● C a d e n c e x M i l l e r ● ● ●
'New Day... New School... Let's make the best of it...'
Cadence Annabelle Miller was sitting up in her bed, her eyes scanning her quaint bedroom. She had quite a bit of time before alarm clock rang and she was wondering what she was going to do in the empty time period. Sighing, she pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her head on her knees. Brushing her hair out of her eyes with her hand, Cadence contemplated her new school, and what her she was doing there. 'Everyday a mandatory hour long session...' She could do it. She had faith in herself and couldn't possibly be that hard. Maybe her partner was just misunderstood... Whatever the problem was, she was confident and eager to help. A small smile made its way across her lips as she slid off of her high set bed and stretched, yawning. Her golden brown hair tumbled down just barely past her shoulders.Shaking it out, she sat down on the edge of her bed. Cadence's room was nicely designed thanks to the interior decorator her mom had hired. In Cadence's opinion, the main attraction in the room was the bay window that had an upholstered seat. This is where she would sit and read books, or curl up with a blanket and watch the rain streak down her window. Often, her parents would find her snuggled up under a downy blanket with an opened book in her lap, Cadence sleeping the time away. Her floor was hardwood with a few uber soft white rugs. Her dresser was also white. Her comforter was white as well, however, there were pale blue accents. All in all, the white and pale blue of her room created a very serene environment for a very serene kind of girl.
There was a small knock at her door. "Cadence, honey, are you up?" A warm and kind voice asked. Cadence smiled and looked over at her door. "Yeah, I am, Mom." She responded. The door opened and Celia Miller poked her blond head around it. She smiled and her eyes wrinkled a little at the corners, making her look all the more beautiful. Her eyes were a light gray and her skin was olive toned, like her daughter's. "We're making breakfast. Are you hungry?" Celia really did have the voice of a therapist. Cadence couldn't recall when her mother ever raised her voice at her or anyone else for that matter. Cadence shook her head. "No, thank you. I kind of have a nervous stomach. Y'know, new school and all." Celia looked sympathetic and smiled sweetly. "I'm sure you'll do fine. Just keep your head and smile." Celia winked at her daughter and disappeared from behind the door, closing it behind her. Cadence smiled and rolled her shoulders, looking over her alarm clock. Reaching over, she turned it off before it could begin ringing and disturb her morning peace. Wrinkling her nose, she yawned for the last time and padded into her bathroom in order to prepare for the day that awaited her.
Shower fresh, Cadence sat at her vanity table and drying her hair. She hummed a random song to herself as she went through her hair prepping herself physically and mentally for the new day. Once her hair was officially dry, she walked over to her closet, dressed in only a towel, and pondered what she was going to wear. Crossing her arms over her chest, she shifted her weight over to one hip and scanned the clothes that hung on their hangers neatly. Finally, Cadence decided on a simple outfit. Something that was her, but not too over the top. A simple yellow outfit. Dressed and feeling refreshed, she checked her appearance in the mirror one last time and sighed, a smile spreading across her lips. "Let's do this." Grabbing her messenger bad, she slung it over her shoulder and grabbed her keys, walking up to the window, she aimed the remote at her 2007 Volkswagen convertible Beetle and smiled in satisfaction when the small beep sounded and the lights flashed once. Fishing inside of her bag, she checked to make sure she had everything before walking out of her room.
Jogging down the stairs and waved to her parents, who were conversing over their morning cup of coffee and the newspaper. "I'm off." She announced. Her mom smiled and took a sip from her steaming mug. "Get luck, kiddo. Although I know you're going to do just fine. You're my kid after all." Her dad smiled and the corners of his eyes crinkled the way they usually did, making his already handsome face even more attractive. With morning stubble and bed head hair, he still looked like a movie star, her mother was no different. Her blond hair tumbled down her shoulders in it's normal waves and her skin was impossibly smooth and soft. By nature, of course. Her mother wasn't one of those women who feared wrinkles. She embraced them. Nudging her husband's shoulder, she smirked and interjected, "Our kid. You were only a little help in the baby making process." Cadence laughed and backed away, holding up her hands in surrender. "Okay, I'm going to go before I hear anything else. By guys!" She waved to them and disappeared out of the door. Slipping into her car she smiled and placed the keys in the engine, resting her hands on the steering wheel. After a personal pep talk, she pulled out of the driveway and headed out to her new school. Staten Island High.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 6:01 pm
✿Crystal:-:-:-:Carson✿ I'm The Perfect Example of Imperfection. Waking up at the crack of dawn was pure habit by now. There was no point in wasting daylight. The sooner she rose, the sooner she could escape the nightmares that haunted her every night. Nightmares filled with blood. Nightmares filled with screams, nightmares filled with her brother's face. Nightmares that were merely reminders of the past that she so vividly attempted to push behind her. It was much easier to forget when keeping oneself busy.
crystal was well aware of the fact that her parents were used to her odd ways. Though, for some reason she always left them a note. Every morning it would be held on to the refrigerator by a small lady bug shaped magnet. The note would in full detail explain what she would be doing, so they wouldn't have to worry. She almost always got home rather late. Either because of some school project, volunteering, or god knows what else she managed to find to keep herself distracted. Her parents wre smart enough to figure out the reasons for her behavior, but they didn't have the hearts to talk to Crystal about it. As long as she didn't work herself to exhaustion, there was no turning back.
This morning, she had manged to wake up at 4 a.m she needed the time to critique her outfits, finish her farewell letters to her currently 'old' teachers, and of course write her parents a particularly long letter complaining about this absurd situation she was being forced into. She was in no state to babysit some rebel without a cause. Not to mention, from her knowledge he was everything she despised. Lazy, without goals and aspirations. He sounded boring to be quite frank. She could have at least gotten paired with a wild child, someone who could hold her interest.
Eventually, at approximately 6;32 a.m she left the house. Her half sleeved yellow shirt matched perfectly with her sun colored flat shoes. For pants, she simply settled on dark denim jeans that clung to her luscious form perfectly. Her silky veil of raven colored hair fell neatly to her lower mid back. And, her makeup was applied to perfection..or as close to it as she could manage in a two hour time restraint. A soft sweet smell floated from her form, thanks to her lilac scented perfume. She felt satisfied that she had made the best of her appearance, as usual.
Her intentions were to make it to school just a tad bit early. Enough to take a self-tour., locate all of her classes, and greet the principal and fellow staff members. She wasn't really a suck up, or a nice person. Its just the fact that she needed to keep herself busy, and sweet hello's followed by small talk helped pass the time. besides, knowing what to expect sort of helped ease the anxiety that was building up in side due to anticipation of the day to come.
At least she had her friends. The best of the best were going to help her through this. they were apparently going to suffer this fate as a group. Which, was certainly much better than taking on some bad a** alone. As soon as she finished acquiring a map of the building from the main office, she made her way out front to wait for them. Sure enough, she could already see a familiar face. Crystal made her way gracefully past what seemed to be a rather motley crew before reaching the beautiful blond whom she recognized as Taylor. "good morning!" Her voice was sweet and delicate, sort of like the sound one would imagine a butterfly could make. Crystal wasn't one that would ever be found shouting or bellowing like a maniac..or at least not very often.
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XHopeNFaithX Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 7:24 pm
xxxxxxxxxxTaylor Janette Michaelsxxxxxxxxx Taylor paused in her footsteps while observing all the papers held inbetween her arms. About a week ago, Taylor had received an envelope in the mail containing a class schedule, a mini map of the school so she knew where everything was and a few papers filled with information on the school dress code. These were about the same as her old school except nobody was wearing uniforms. Being at this school made her feel like an alien landing on a strange planet. A few teens were having a makeout session under a small oak tree which made her uncomfortable. It disgusted her how people can swap spit with one person after the other like it was no big deal. She glanced away continuing towards the building.
After seeing that public display of affection, it reminded her of the real reason why she was here in the first place. From what little information she had been given, Taylor figured she would not see eye to eye with this person she had yet to meet. Until that comes, she would keep her nose in her books as usual. Letting out a small sigh, Taylor looked up hearing a familiar cheery voice and smiled lightly when she spotted Crystal walking up to her. Though Taylor was more into school and learning, she had a few friends but not many. "Morning," she said tucking a few strands of her blonde hair behind one ear. She looked to the side seeing a small group of teens about the same age as them then looked back at Crystal. "So looking forward to meeting your opposite?" she asked even though she could answer that question for herself. There were only two basic answers to that question and by the looks of things, it would be a no. Chastity
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