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 Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 2:35 pm
To Whomever It May Concern,
Welcome to Oakwood young student. You've got some big shoes to fill. I'm sure you've seen the school, and I'm sure you're reading this letter, begging your parents to take you back to wherever you came from. But don't be intimidated. We don't bite hard. Your parents are rich right? Successful right? Well then hey, what in the world do you have to be worried about?
This letter is not meant to scare you, but to inform you of the world you're going to be entering a couple weeks from now. Oakwood Prime is one of the top private highschools in the country. Notice the word 'top' there. We pride ourselves in our intelligence, athletic ability, and much much more. You as a student are going to be surely overwhelmed at first. Oh don't worry, we all were at one time. Soon, though, you'll mold with the template and you'll be able to go with the flow. All I can say is that don't try to hard to fit in kid, because it won't work.
Good luck and welcome to Oakwood
Sincerely,
Your StuCo President
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 2:48 pm
→Start Praying Now←"Mum this is a sick joke. You can't possibly expect me to go there." WELCOME TO OAKWOOD PRIME↑ That little paragraph in the encyclopedia ends up scaring the pants off every single student who hears the phrase "We're moving to Oakwood". In reality, Oakwood Prime is like any ordinary highschool, it really is. The students take normal classes, play normal sports, and have normal highschool relationships. I mean, it's totally cool to ignore the fact that a good majority of the kids have a trust fund the size of Texas. Not all the kids do, but a good lot do. But hey, it's all good. Most of these kids are pretty normal. I'm gonna leave it at that.
So what's your story? Are you one of those lucky kids who has living in Oakwood their entire life, with a movie star daddy and a lawyer mom? Or maybe you've just moved here with your singer mom and soccer star dad? Or maybe you just lived an average, middle-class life and suddenly you find yourself stuck in the middle of a bunch of stuck up rich kids? Whatever your story is, welcome to Oakwood Prime.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 3:03 pm
→So Here's How It Goes←"Aw hell why not take a chance." LEMME FILL YOU IN
→This roleplay is a little of everything. I love a good romance, so go ahead and put that in here. All I'm gonna say is keep it PG-13. As soon as the clothes come off, the posts need to stop. Take it to PM, do whatever you like. No cybering in my RP though, please(:
→I like a good conflict. Cheating, lying, stealing, and all that fun highschool drama stuff is encouraged to be created! But watch the language please!
→No severe violence. I don't want any guns shot, any knives drawn. Fists are limit here, and even then, make sure you give the character you're fighting with a chance to fight back. God-modding ruins an RP people.
→Lastly, lets keep the RP literate. At least a 6-8 sentence paragraph post, no less. More is definitely encouraged though(:
→This RP is what you guys want to make it, so lets have fun(:←
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 3:16 pm
→Get To Know Your Piers←"Whoa you're in this class? Since when?" ↑CLICK TO SEE WHO↑Send all profiles to me with the title I Can be Smart and don't post until I approve. Real pictures only please! Or realistic ones. No anime for this RP.
[align=center][size=24][color=YOURCOLOR][u][b]What's your name?[/b][/u][/color][/size][/align]
[imgright]IMG URL HERE[/imgright]
[size=16][color=YOURCOLOR][b]I'm too young for plastic surgery[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]Age and Year Here[/size]
[size=16][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Last time I checked[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]Gender[/size]
[size=16][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Gotta look up[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]How tall are you?[/size]
[size=16][color=YOURCOLOR][b]I keep it updated[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]Weight?[/size]
[size=16][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Raking in the cash[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]Parents' Occupations[/size]
[size=16][color=YOURCOLOR][b]I thought life was about choices[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]Why are you at Oakwood? How long?[/size]
[size=16][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Despite belief, I have a life[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]What sports do you play? What activites? [see list][/size]
[size=16][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Don't judge[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]Brief paragraph telling us just a bit about your character's past.[/size]
[size=16][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Get used to it[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]What's your character's personality? This can change later on.[/size]
[size=16][color=YOURCOLOR][b]I walk to my own beat[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]What song describes your character?[/size]
[size=16][color=YOURCOLOR][b]Hey you're not my mum.[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11]Username.[/size]
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 3:28 pm
→Get a Life←"I heard colleges actually look at this crap." GET INVOLVED FOR GOODNESS SAKES
►Classes
---Social Sciences:
Early American History
World History
Government
Social Issues
Civil War Studies
Geography
Economics
Law
---Sciences:
Chemistry
Life Science
Integrated Life Science
Human Genetics
Anatomy
Astronomy
Earth Science
Biology
Geology
Ecology
Physics
---English/Literature
World Literature
Shakespeare
Grammar
Oral Communications
Written Communications
Poetry
---Math
Geometry
Trigonometry
Algebra
Calculus
---Other
Choir
Drama
Pottery
Sculpting
Painting
Instrumental Lessons
P.E.
Health
Cooking
Child Care and Development
Business and Technology
and much much more
►Extracurricular
Cheerleading
Dance
Horseback Riding
Tennis
Soccer
Swimming
Football
Baseball
Softball
Bowling
Basketball
Lacrosse
Volleyball
Wrestling
Boxing
Street Fighting
and any club you can think of
This is just to give you an idea, but there is much more. [PM me if there is any class/sport you would like added]
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 1:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 1:41 pm
Stumblin' around but still lookin' hella fine
Keep doin' what you do, and I'mma make you mine
'Cause you're a hot mess and I'm fallin' for you
And I'm like, hot damn, let me make you my boo...
The sleek, black Ferrari slid to a stop in one of the hundreds of parking spots in the east lot of Oakwood Academy. Music emanated from the leather interior, breaking the hum of student voices as the door opened and a tall male stepped out. He carried himself with a certain air of pride, his eyes invisible behind a pair of aviators. A pair of denim distressed jeans hung low on a slim waist, a black long sleeve Ralph Lauren shirt tucked in behind a brown leather belt. He wore a pair of Ralph Lauren custom designed shoes, obviously never worn before. Shaggy brown hair was messy, but in that sexy way that would make any girl just want to run her fingers through it. He carried a Dolce and Gabbana tote bag on his right shoulder, a black Adidas duffle bag on his left. Looking around, the young male locked his Ferrari before heading over to the main building of the ancient architecture.
Colton looked around from behind his glasses, surveying everyone without them knowing he was actually looking at them. He recognized familiar faces as well as some new faces. Chuckling, he looked at the variety of clothing. There were tacky kids with their failed attempts to look like they had some cash in their pocket, and then there were the overly pompous kids, who flashed brand names from every possible part of their body. The only downside of going to this damn place. Glancing at his watch, the seventeen year old decided he had enough time to stop by the school stables, on the other side of campus, to make sure his two horses had settled, and then he planned to drop off his soccer stuff at the athletic complex. As he walked, he could feel girls just watching him, drooling over his cool composure and defined features. He kept walking though, as if he hadn't noticed.
Oakwood stables sprawled across two acres of land, filled with rolling green pastures, white fences, and multiple barns. He already recognized his two horses from a distance, their brilliant white and black coats glistening in the early morning sun. Cookie raised her head first, already recognizing the scent of her owner even before he had reached the fence. Whinnying a greeting, she tossed her head and nudged Rockwell. The stallion lifted his head as well, silken white forelock flopping over his face. Neither horse made any sign of moving to the fence, but Colton wasn't expecting them to. Smiling, he turned and walked along the paddock fences for a moment, looking at everything, before turning on his heels and continuing on his way.
Huge and imposing, the Oakwood Athletic Complex was the biggest in the state. It had a football stadium, a soccer stadium, beach volleyball courts, tennis courts, outdoor hockey rinks, lacrosse fields, a huge track, a baseball stadium, a softball diamond, and the list continues on. Students mingled here, mainly the athletes dropping off equipment before school. The soccer complex was to his right, and Colton rummaged through his bag for the key to the huge locker rooms. Pushing it into the door, he heard it click as the door opened. The locker room was enormous, probably about the size of three or four fairly large classrooms combined. There was a bathroom, a series of showers, a white board, and a small snack counter in the back where the players could get various health drinks and snacks. Colton found his locker, his last name and number 19 plastered on the blue door. He stuck his duffel into the spacious locker, looking at the green and black varsity uniform hanging in it, before closing it and heading out. He looked at the entire school ground for a second.
Well, welcome back Colton.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 1:52 pm
"Here we are Ms. Brasewell. I will be back to pick you up around 5." The bald chauffeur carefully shut the door behind his passenger, before nodding and returning to the driver's seat of the sleek Mercedes Benz.
Of course, the female who stepped out could have driven herself to school, but what senior wants to drive themselves when they can have their driver do it? She was definitely an attractive female, tall and slim with a hot body. She walked like she knew it, too. Satin blonde hair fell in perfect waves around her face, framing a perfect tanned complexion. Chocolate browns eyes were lined with eye liner, a light glimmer of gold eye shadow and long, long lashes making her entire face just shine. Glossy pink lips were curled into a small smile as she made the entrance she always loved to make. Perching in the crook of her elbow, the brand new Gucci purse her mother had gotten during a photo shoot swung with her steps. She wore a form fitting black dress, and obviously a very expensive and very effective bra. The dress stopped just above mid-thigh, revealing tanned legs from weeks under the Caribbean sun. A pair of gold Prada heels adorned her feet, a gold chain swinging from her neck and glistening gold hoops in her ears. She was quite the sight.
Elena Brasewell loved attention. She soaked up the rays of adoration from younger girls, and the looks of lust from the boys. One foot carefully placed in front of the other, Elena walked up the concrete pathway with a very obvious purpose. She walked with an air of cockiness, and it made her seem so very confident. She didn't hesitate as she approached the door, and reached out one silken, perfectly manicured hand to open it. The interior of Oakwood was just as stunning as the outside. Marbled hallways branched out every which way, and diamond chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The school looked more like the Ritz hotel than a school. Elena made her way down the main hall, towards the student lounge where she had promised to meet her "friends" (although she just thought of them as adoring fans).
"Oh, I love being a senior."
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 2:30 pm
 A pair of dazzling blue eyes looked up at the school in awe. Orion had been to many illustrious schools in the past, but none were quite as spectacular. She slowly walked up the steps while trying to avoid bumping into other students.
As she entered the school, she noticed a tall blond, quite stunning at that, walking down the hall. Anyone could quite easily fall in love with her looks, Orion included, but she knew that was highly unlikely. She knew it was a fleeting attraction at best. She sighed and thought to herself, Try not to start the year girl crazy and focus on grades. It's all I have going well after all. Orion made her way to the office to pick up a schedule of her classes for the semester.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 3:29 pm
 Karen WashizuPretty In PunkNice way to start the day, eh? The school office was a large spacious room, much like the rest of the school nothing had been spared in its construction and furnishings, and the tiny figure of a girl standing at the long help desk just made it's size all the more apparent. This petite girl was Karen and though small in stature, her personality was something to be reckoned with. " Yeah thanks, well see you next time I lose something? Aha I'm joking but thanks anyway for keeping the wallet safe." She joked taking it from one of the office staff. She had dropped it on her way into the campus, luckily everyone here was rich enough not to need the money that was inside its studded leather exterior. " Oh, while I'm here do you have a class schedule for me?" Karen added to save some trouble later. Grabbing the schedule she bowed lightly and turned to leave, only to be faced with another student. Not much taller than her, but with much longer hair and a slight air of almost nervousness about her. " Omae, you're new here aren't you? I would have noticed someone like you around here before..." Karen spoke carefully, her accent showing slightly in her voice. Maybe she could get some fun out of this girl, or maybe she could turn out to just be another one of the masses of 'sheep' that follow the trends around this campus and bloody town.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 10:03 pm
Orion was caught by surprise when the Asian girl spoke to her. No one really took notice of her most of the time. "Oh, um, hi. Yeah, I'm new here, this is my first year attending." She reached her hand out to introduce herself, "I'm Orion, what's your name?"
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