He is a very known star that seems to have everything: Money, fame, fans [mostly girls], and a mansion with servants to do his bidding. One thing about him though is that he is 17, and he has no high school degree. Thankfully, his parents knew he could only be a star for so long. So his parents got rid of everything from him: His money and access to a mansion he calls 'home' and makes him move in with them to go to school. He was downright outraged that his parents took everything from him, even though his parents house was a bit big. But the house was not nearly as big as the mansion he owns. So his parents got him registered for school so he can at least get a degree so he could maybe go to college. He wasn't happy, but when most of the high school girls swoon over him he admits that this year may not be as bad.....
Meanwhile, she is the loner at school by choice. She had moved from her old town to this one because of whatever reason. When he shows up to school one day, she didn't pay much attention to him like any of the other girls. So when she goes to her class, seeing that he was there as well, she couldn't help but feel somewhat agitated. And now her teacher had the guts to assign a project to everyone that will last a semester; leaving the both of them to deal with each other for a whole semester. With 200 points in this project, she knew that not only will the project be stressful for the two....but they would have to suck it up and somehow work together.
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Roleplayers are PieknyMotyl and Shadowstream-chan. Feel free to read along with us, as this is suppose to be a comedical, school, slice-of-life roleplay.
✈Personality✈: She acts somewhat like a tomboy because she used to be friends with the boys and she was mostly around with her Dad than her Mom. She is sensitive and is known to be clingy for she hates being alone. She tries to be the stubborn, hard-to-get person but really she is pretty easy to befriend. She loyal and caring which is a major pro if your friends with her. But the con with her is that if her freedom is compromised, she'll find a way to get out. And since she is moody, she will hide things until it is too late or until she later on 'explodes.' She is very reserved and would refuse to be like other girls [Wearing dresses that go above knees, expose her chest/shoulders, wear too much makeup, and try to flirt.]
✈Biography✈: Born the only child, Shilga was the one that had eyes set on her for the longest time. Her parents grew considered when they realized that at age three, she was not talking at all and that she was not reacting well with the kids. After a few doctor visits, she was diagnosed with severe Asperger's, suggested to be in speech therapy and to have a dog as her companion (not a service dog). Thanks to speech therapy, social classes, and a dog she calls Sonterios, Shilga seemed to be doing just fine. But when she turned thirteen there was a terrible incident that had left Shilga in the hospital with bruises and some burns. She did not explain to her parents on what had happened but she begged them to not let her to go to school.
So that was how they moved away and Shilga started out in high school. But since she is new, she kept herself at all times not wanting the 'incident' to happen again. So now she is starting out her sophomore year at this school, just hoping to get through high school without incident.
✈Other✈: Very knowledgeable about dogs. She has burn marks on her shoulders and legs which is why she always wears long jeans, t-shirts, and baggy jacket hoodies. She is also known to be easily stressed and have anxiety attacks
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Name: Mason Age: Seventeen DOB: October 4th Race: Human Gender:Male Occupation:Singer/ Model
Bio: Mason had always been in a wealthy family. His father was a music producer and his mother a successful lawyer. When he was nine Mason discovered his love of the guitar and took three lessons a week until he was good enough to start writing his own music. Unfortunately this moment never came and so his father Scott Kennedy, hired someone to write it for him. He sold his first album when he was fourteen and it was a big hit. When he was sixteen he released his second album entitled 'being me' which sold six million copies in six months. Due to his career Mason decided for himself that school work would not be a priority. He was failing his tutor's classes simply by not ever showing up. His parents decided to take action and removed him from his mansion and stripped him off all his privileges. He is now enrolled in a local school near to his parents semi-detached three bedroom house and he has to once again be a normal kid. However since he is failing to miserably his parents pulled some strings to get him put into the sophomore classes.
Likes: 1.Music 2. Dancing 3. Food Dislikes: 1.Work 2. People in authority 3. Other people's sass
Tнe ѕoυɴd cнαɴɢeѕ ғroм dαy тo dαy, αɴd eveɴ ғroм мoмeɴт тoмoмeɴт. Do ɴoт υɴdereѕтιмαтe тнe power oғ мυѕιc.
Music is an art form and cultural activity whose medium is sound and silence. The common elements of music are pitch (which governs melody and harmony), rhythm (and its associated concepts tempo, meter, and articulation), dynamics (loudness and softness), and the sonic qualities of timbre and texture (which are sometimes termed the "color" of a musical sound). Different styles or types of music may emphasize, de-emphasize or omit some of these elements. Music is performed with a vast range of instruments and with vocal techniques ranging from singing to rapping, and there are solely instrumental pieces, solely vocal pieces (such as songs without instrumental accompaniment) and pieces that combine singing and instruments. The word derives from Greek μουσική (mousike; "art of the Muses").[1] In its most general form, the activities describing music as an art form include the production of works of music (songs, tunes, symphonies, and so on), the criticism of music, the study of the history of music, and the aesthetic examination of music. Ancient Greek and Indian philosophers defined music as tones ordered horizontally as melodies and vertically as harmonies. Common sayings such as "the harmony of the spheres" and "it is music to my ears" point to the notion that music is often ordered and pleasant to listen to. However, 20th-century composer John Cage thought that any sound can be music, saying, for example, "There is no noise, only sound."[2] The creation, performance, significance, and even the definition of music vary according to culture and social context. Indeed, throughout history, some new forms or styles of music have been criticized as "not being music", including Beethoven's Grosse Fuge string quartet in 1825,[3] early jazz in the beginning of the 1900s[4] and hardcore punk in the 1980s.[5] There are many types of music, including popular music, traditional music, art music, music written for religious ceremonies and work songs such as chanteys. Music ranges from strictly organized compositions–such as Classical music symphonies from the 1700s and 1800s, through to spontaneously played improvisational music such as jazz, and avant-garde styles of chance based contemporary music from 20th and 21st century. Music can be divided into genres (e.g., country music) and genres can be further divided into subgenres (e.g., country blues and pop country are two of the many country subgenres), although the dividing lines and relationships between music genres are often subtle, sometimes open to personal interpretation, and occasionally controversial. For example, it can be hard to draw the line between some early 1980s hard rock and heavy metal. Within the arts, music may be classified as a performing art, a fine art or as an auditory art. Music may be played or sung and heard live at a rock concert or orchestra performance, heard live as part of a dramatic work (a music theater show or opera), or it may be recorded and listened to on a radio, MP3 player or CD player or as part of a film or TV show.
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It would have been a nice day if it weren't for the fact this girl had to go to school. The girl groaned on her bed when her alarm buzzed in the room, forcing her to move slightly to turn off the alarm from her phone. The girl got up and went to the bathroom which was thankfully her own (since her parents created a master bathroom for themselves) as she got the clothes she wold wear for the day, putting them on the counter before taking a shower. After a good scrubbing and shaving, she went to the weight scale which only made her sigh. "235 pounds....again." She shook her head a** he stared at the wall which had a pencil mark on it. She remembered it being her height of 5 foot 8. With the towel wrapped around her head, she got on her clothes for the day.
Her parents were already gone, Mom with errands and Dad with work. So she was alone eating a bowl of cereal and feeding her dog. She just relaxed and slowly got everything done, including blow drying her hair before leaving with her backpack to go to school. She didn't like school, it brought back many memories that still make her wake up in sweat. But she tried to ignore it and get her school day over with. She had her hands inside her jacket pockets, listening to music from her iPhone 6 plus as she went to her class which was a science class. She did not take notice of all the girls getting excited about a 'surprise' guest at the school. She went to her seat and played with her phone, ignoring the masses with music playing through her earbuds. She was playing the Cafeteria Nipponica since it was free and it seemed to be addicting.
Tнe ѕoυɴd cнαɴɢeѕ ғroм dαy тo dαy, αɴd eveɴ ғroм мoмeɴт тoмoмeɴт. Do ɴoт υɴdereѕтιмαтe тнe power oғ мυѕιc.
Monday morning, 6am. Direct from the depths of hell this period of time in the week just needed to be banned. Or banished into another dimension. Mason awoke with a groan as his alarm blared loudly on his bedside table. He rolled over and hit it as hard as he could until it stopped blaring at him to wake up. Just five more minutes... he told himself. But five turned into ten, and ten into twenty. It was 6:40 before he managed to get out of the warm bed-sheets. It felt like a crime almost. It was clear that Mason was not a morning person. When he left his room clad in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist he found that his mother had beat him to the bathroom and was doing her makeup in the little mirror. "Mum, I have to shower," He protested against her eyeliner which was seemingly taking forever. "Should have gotten up earlier," She claimed not even looking at him as she finished the small black line around her eyes. Mason had not had this issue for years. He had always had his mansion with the four bathrooms. There had never been a problem! Eventually the bathroom was free and Mason had a quick wash before getting out and drying himself off profusely with the towel.
Upon walking back into his, what seemed to be tiny, bedroom he dressed. Today he chose some black skinny jeans, a white shirt and a hoodie. Normal every day clothes. For him. Most of his clothing was designer and that wasn't something he could help - it was his guilty pleasure. Mason was ready after he finished styling his overgrown hair. However in the end it always ended up in the messy heap on his head. After a hearty breakfast of pancakes and an almost sarcastic hug from his hair-brained mother - (who he definitely wasn't friends with at the minute) he left for school. He took the audi, which was probably a mistake since he was going to a public school, and drove quickly to the school which was only a few miles away. He pulled up in the car park and sat their for a minute just looking at the building. What was he doing? Why was he here? Why couldn't he just stay at his mansion playing grand theft auto? He grunted to himself in distaste as he got out of the car and made his way to student reception to pick up his timetable.
He walked in to a greeting of warm air coming from the heater above the door which was a blessing on the chilly morning. The lady at the desk recognised him almost immediately. "Ahh Mr Kennedy" She said. "My girl is a big fan of yours!" She told him as she rummaged around in a drawer for something. "Here's your timetable and map. You're going to be in Sophomore year due to request by your parents so registration for you will be in...block eight, music, just follow the other students down there and look for a big number eight," She told him with a smile. Mason smiled awkwardly back. "Thanks..." He said before turning to depart from the office. The only thing that bothered him was that he had had to move down a year! He hadn't failed that badly...had he? So far only one person had noticed his arrival, and he dreaded the moment when others did. Well he would say he dreaded it when really he loved the attention. He followed a group of lads into block eight as instructed. It was a round building with lots of windows. He climbed the stairs until he reached the room he was set to register in.
After a few deep breaths and a few moments of staring at the door Mason walked into an already half full classroom. "Can I help you?" Asked the teacher, whom from his slip of paper was called Mr, Mayrick. "I'm new, this is my tutor room," He said handing him his slip. "Very well Mason," He said with a sigh. "Take a seat." Either the teacher did not recognise him or he was playing it cool. The class had noticed though, boy had they noticed. Mason looked around the classroom noticing a few empty seats at the back. He took a desk that had two seats and was completely empty before he set down his bag and got comfortable in his chair.
The whole class may have noticed but not Shilga. She was too focused on trying to get the right amount of money in the game but once she realized that class was almost time, she turned off the phone and unplugged the earphones from her ears. Mr. Mayrick was now preparing his normal lecture which Shilga, unfortunately, zones out on, she hated lectures as she cannot pay attention to them if she was not interested in them. So often she had her cheek leaning against her hands, or her head resting on her arms. She knew that the teacher had her accommodation so she knew she would have much trouble.
Then her attention was caught again when her teacher explained there is a project that will need to be done. It will take awhile and it is why that it will require one to work with someone else. Shilga groaned to herself as she would rather work by herself than work with someone. She had bad experiences with working with people, as normally she did not have a say on any project. So....what was it? It was going to be a presentation about any cause or project that they want: environmental, innovation, etc. Or...that was what Shilga heard....it all honestly could've been anything...as she always missed the information. Then suddenly it was time to pick out partners but since there was 'many' people wanting the celebrity, they had to go through numbers.
Shilga now started to realize there was someone famous. But of course, she acted like she didn't care....she had her own problems to deal with. A hat was passed around with little pieces of paper, each had a written number on it. Shilga picked her number which was '3', and that her partner would have the same number. "For now you will be sitting with your partner this year as this will not be the only thing you will work together. You'll be doing labs in class-" Shilga stopped paying attention after that, she was staring at the piece of paper and waiting for where she was going. Each table was labelled by the numbers, so when she found table #3, she went to it, bringing her backpack and sitting by the wall, as for some reason...it made her feel comfortable and safe.
Tнe ѕoυɴd cнαɴɢeѕ ғroм dαy тo dαy, αɴd eveɴ ғroм мoмeɴт тoмoмeɴт. Do ɴoт υɴdereѕтιмαтe тнe power oғ мυѕιc.
Ten minutes later the class had fully entered the room each of them pausing to stare at him. Unsurprisingly, Mason was completely at ease with the situation, he loved the attention and so would do nothing to stop it. As the teacher organised his papers Mason glanced down at his bag. He should probably get out a pen or something. He remembered hardly anything from going to public school, in fact he had been home tutored for as long as he remembered. He wasn't sure what the protocol was and so he would merely go with the flow until he messed up. Suddenly the teacher began to speak. "Good morning class," He said in a calm tone. "I trust your weekends were more eventful than my own," He paused to search for a white board marker before he turned his attention to Mason. "I'm sure you are well aware of our new arrival, Mason who will be joining us for now," He said with a nod in his direction. In that moment the entire class turned to look at him, all besides one girl. He smiled back at the teacher before eventually the class turned back around.
"In order to pass this year, various projects will need to be completed in pairs, please select a piece of paper out of the hat and sit at the according table," He announced as he passed round a bowler hat full of numbers. "For now you will be sitting with your partner this year as this will not be the only thing you will work together. You'll be doing labs in class" He continued. When the hat finally reached Mason at the back of the room there was just one slip left, the number three. He jumped out of his seat and looked around for the third table. Surely enough there is was on the second row next to the wall. He took the seat next to a rather tall girl with brunette hair. "Hey," He whispered with a smirk in her direction as he dumped his bag onto the floor and slouched down into the chair. As the rest of the class finished sorting themselves out he himself returned his attention back to the front of the classroom. Great, group work. Something he had never had to do before in his life. To be honest Mason wasn't worried about whether he passed or failed and was already planning on putting in the least amount of effort possible. If he wasn't here by choice why should he do the work?
Yeah, Shilga was pretty tall for her age. Most of the girls were between just five foot or five foot five, Shilga was three inches past the five foot five. She felt her chin, rubbing it slightly as she hated having a double chin, she was trying those exercises where it would be gone but so far there had been no progress. She sat there, getting out a notepad and a black book which was where she doodled on. Before she could make a circle on the paper (To make a face), someone sat next to her. By instinct she scooted away as far as she could go against the wall so she had enough space to be comfortable. She could only just eye him slightly, almost like she was a rabbit and he was a coyote just prowling at a distance. Even when he said hi she shivered slightly, just trying to stay at her corner as she stared down at her notebooks on her side. She really hated group projects, she rather work by herself. So as they sat down they were going to do a basic lab project. Papers were passed along as it would explain what they were doing. It seemed simple after all. They were given a clean 1 liter clear soda bottle, 3/4 cup of water, Vegetable Oil, Alka Seltzer, and Food coloring. It was going to be blobs in a bottle and there would quetions to answer about this afterward...that was how the teacher worked.
With that she grabbed everything and just stared hard at the pop star as she poured the water into the bottle and used a measuring cup to vegetable oil to pour into, and according to the paper they had to wait a few minutes until it was separated. She was planning on doing this by herself as she then kept eyeing him, not out of admiration though...she wanted to make sure he wasn't going to do anything of ill intent. Then suddenly she just wanted to say 'hi, sorry...I am nervous around strangers.' But instead, this came out of her mouth: "I can do this by myself. If you want to do autographs, just go." She then looked down at the paper to see the next instructions:
. Add 10 drops of food coloring to the bottle (we like red, but any color will look great.) The drops will pass through the oil and then mix with the water below.
. Break a seltzer tablet in half and drop the half tablet into the bottle. Watch it sink to the bottom and let the blobby greatness begin!
. To keep the effect going, just add another tablet piece. For a true lava lamp effect, shine a flashlight through the bottom of the bottle.
Tнe ѕoυɴd cнαɴɢeѕ ғroм dαy тo dαy, αɴd eveɴ ғroм мoмeɴт тoмoмeɴт. Do ɴoт υɴdereѕтιмαтe тнe power oғ мυѕιc.
Mason noted that the girl with whom he had sat next to didn't seem particularly comfortable with him being so close so when she moved away so did he. When there was no response to his fairly reasonable introduction he looked away from her, preferring instead to stare at a black mark which seemed to be permanently indented onto the classroom board. The teacher then began to hand out sheets, he took one and glanced over it. It was some kind of experiment involving water and oil. Were they cooking? If he wanted to cook he would have ordered pizza or something. Or not come to the school in the first place. Mason sighed and placed his elbows on the desk and rested his head into his hands. It was ten past nine in the morning, too early to function. He had only been here for ten minutes and already he wanted out.
Eventually they were allowed to begin the experiment. He aimlessly watched her do the work, not noticing that she was in fact almost glaring daggers at him. A few minutes past and finally she had completed the experiment. The paper stated that they had to wait for something or other so Mason turned his gaze back to the container. After a few moments of awkward silence the girl spoke. Her words took him aback and he looked up at her with a confused manner. "Would you like some help?" He asked not understanding whether she was being sarcastic or not. Mason raised an eyebrow at her but she merely looked away. He couldn't fathom what he had done but he just shrugged it off. He was used to a lot of hate from people and just let it go over his head most of the time.
"One person can do this just fine. So no...........but thanks anyway." She mumbled the last part, knowing that it was proper as taught. She tried to make the last words a bit nicer as she then continued to do the small lab assignment once everything had separated, adding 10 drops of food coloring and adding the seltzer tablet. She could only watch as now there were blobs going up and down, like a lava lamp. She was in awe about it. Despite hating science, she admitted sometimes the stuff they did was awesome. She just did not want to do quiz that test her knowledge on germs, bacteria, and atoms that she always forgot as the days passed. She then stared at the bottom of the paper:
. Does the temperature of the water affect the reaction? . Does the size of the bottle affect how many blobs are produced? . Does the effect still work if the cap is put on the bottle? . Does the size of the tablet pieces affect the number of blobs created?
Her eyes widen in shock, how could she answer these questions?! She didn't know and that made her anxiety triple up the scale....her eyes got watery and then her body became restless, with her fingers and feet twitching. Thankfully no one can do this and they were going to be discussion questions, but she didn't know that. "I....I...on second thought, you can do these questions." She said in a sudden and scared tone as she had her head resting on her arms, her mind was racing and it was causing her body to start shaking.
Tнe ѕoυɴd cнαɴɢeѕ ғroм dαy тo dαy, αɴd eveɴ ғroм мoмeɴт тoмoмeɴт. Do ɴoт υɴdereѕтιмαтe тнe power oғ мυѕιc.
Mason frowned. "Okay then," He said glancing over at the work. It looked dull anyway, although Shilga seemed utterly entranced by the experiment. Usually Mason would be sat at home, ignoring any work and playing video games. Which is probably what he would do when he got home from this pit. It was clear that Mason knew nothing about science and when Shilga changed her mind and asked him to do the questions he stared at the paper in utter bewilderment, not noticing her anxious behavior. He tried to look confident however and began to write down answers next to the questions.
Does the temp of the water affect the reaction? . It might do Does the size of the bottle affect how many blobs are produced? . There are lots of blobs. If the bottle was smaller there would be less room for blobs. Does the effect still work if the cap is put on the bottle? . Probably. Does the size of the tablet pieces affect the number of blobs created? . The odds are in favor.
He then put down his pencil and looked, satisfied, at his answers. "Finished," He said admiring his handiwork. He didn't particularly care what the teacher thought of his answers. He already had a job, a career. So why bother with school?
I have been noticing a lot of people don't like it when I do huge timeskips, so I am going to calm myself down and not do it as much, unless the plot is dependent upon it.
Company: Someone new Thought: That was hard... Theme: Normal/Calm Attire: Casual, Black Hoodie Jacket
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When it was discovered that they were discussion questions, she relaxed a bit, a little embarrassed she was having anxiety over something trivial. So she listened to the other people answering questions, of course, there was no wrong answer so that was fine but Shilga just hated doing discussion questions....it required her to talk...she felt vulnerable talking.....and it created problems for her. So with that she doodled a girl which she was proud of. Of course, the teacher was aware of her accommodation which drawing helps decrease stress so they have to let her draw. She smiled slightly as she was giving out small details to the drawing. It helped pass the time as well as everything was just discussion. If only Shilga had a friend could she talk.... like casual talking, she hated being a loner but she knew it was her only choice. So sitting next to a celebrity who was not fond of and having a big project was not a real good thing to deal with. Maybe when I get home I'll watch Pucca... She thought as she watched the clock ticking, slowly getting to the time where the class was over. She immediately got up and picked up her bags. But before they left, everyone got papers about the project. She could work on this on her own thanks so much, besides he will probably drag her down anyways. She shook her head before stuffing the paper in her backpack. "Well....see you later partner She jabbed before leaving.
