·Hold My Hand And My Heart· | Boy Wanted | Semi-advanced | PAFP

"A Head Full Of Fears Has No Space For Dreams"

Plot: Everyone always says; "Dont give out your personal information online!" Or "People are never who they say they are when it comes to the internet." Well, neither your character, nor mine, care about that, much less what other people have to say. My girl, and your boy, over a period of three months have been talking through E-mail, it all started in a chat room that was able to allow dozens of people to talk all at once, but the two of them clicked, and exchanged E-mails. Neither of them know each other's real names, addresses, looks, etc. But what they do know, is that they each go to the same High School. Without their knowledge of course, neither of them speak to one another at school, they practically don't know that the other person happens to exist in our "lovely" world, considering they go to a large school. Although, one day in school, they bump into each other (that part can happen at any point in time and any way we end up making it actually happen in the RP) They instantly hit it off, and later on, they realize that they've been talking for months over the internet! [PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, have at LEAST four complete, literate sentences per post, and include a picture of your character in your first post. THANKS! :)]

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[align=center]IC: Violet awoke that Monday morning to a loud thud against her door. Because her dad went to work so early, her mother was always the one left with the responsibility of waking her, if Violet didn't rise and shine on her own for school. Her mother would usually wake her up by making extra noise outside her bedroom door. Her mother rarely knocked and she almost never opened the door. Violet could probably count on the fingers of one hand how many times her mother had been in her bedroom while she was in it too, especially during the last five years. This morning she was especially loud. Violet heard her put down the pail roughly, practically slamming it. Her mother was cleaning earlier than usual. The mop hit her door, swept the hardwood floor in the hallway and then hit her door again. Violet stared at the black computer screen across her room, it was an older computer, surely as old of not older as the ones you'd see in the town library. When her mother hit the door with the mop again, she knew it was time to rise, but she was stalling. Today was the first day of her Junior year. Slipping out from under the covers, Violet made her way slowly over to her bedroom door and flung it open. By then, her mother had already finished mopping the hallway, the strong aroma of cleaning pine sol filled her nostrils. Crunching her nose, Violet made her way to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Wrapping a robe around her body, and filing another towel around her head, Violet made her way back to her bedroom, tip-toeing on the still wet hallway floors. entering her room, she gently closed the door beind her and she hurried over the her computer, moving the mouse causing the screen to awaken and flicker a dull white color. Her E-mail was the first thing that happened to be on the screen. Other than school work, she only used it to talk to [Your boys chat name]. Violet liked the secrecy, to her it made their.. "relationship" more thrilling. LoneGirl06: Hey! You ready for the first day of school? Cause I'm not :P After sending the message, Violet grabbed the clothes she had laid out the night before, a simple black tank top, with a grey pullover, along with dark denim skinny jeans and white converse. After she finished getting ready, she glanced at the stuffed animal frog on her shelf above the desk. Looking back at her door, she slowly walked over to the toy and took it off the shelf. On the belly of the animal, the lining was ripped, and inside was a green and while box with the words "Signal" on them. She slipped the box into her pocket, grabbed her bag off her bed and made her way outside, without checking her computer again or saying goodbye to her mother. She walked down the side walk, and turned a corner so that her house was no longer visible. To her left was old abandoned garage, that belong to a house that was destroyed due to a fire.

She walked around the back of the garage and pulled out the small box. Inside was only Six, left from twenty cigarettes, and a lighter, as well as four matches. She never normally smoked that early in the morning. Violet only liked smoking at night most of the time. But today, she was feeling especially anxious and nervous. Not because it was the first day of school, but because she knew (Your boys chat name) and herself went to the same school, she didn't know if he was in the exact grade as her.or not, but she knew they were both 16. Slipping the filter of the cigarette into her mouth, Violet lit the end in a quick swift movement and look a long drag, holding it in for a long moment and breathing the thin smoke out of her mouth, She slipped in one headphone and played the first song on her shuffle list. "Teenagers" by MCR. Grinning, Violet took a second drag, three, four, five, before she finally started to feel slightly dizzy. She didn't particularly like the brand she had, they didn't give her that.. "buzz" but she took what she could get, considering she couldn't buy them for herself. Not having many friends she could barely get them from other people either. Violet only had a few drags left, before she'd have to go and face her first day at school.

Alright!

Time was ticking by, and by halfway into the third song that Vioet was enjoying listening to, she took the final drag off of the cancer stick. Having some common sense, Violet pulled out a bottle of perfume from her bag and quickly sprayed herself, as well as pulling out a piece of mint gum. She scanned the view in front of her behind the garage, her back against the coldest stone. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Violet sighed loudly and pushed herself off the building. Peering her head around the wall, she quickly stepped out from behind it and made her way to the sidewalk. Her house was only two blocks from the school, and no way in hell was she riding the bus. She never did good with loud obnoxious people. Her mother wouldn't drive her, but she wasn't complaining, she actually enjoyed the quiet morning walks. Turning her music up louder, and slipping in the second head bud, Violet couldn't even hear her own footsteps hitting the cement sidewalk. Keeping her eyes glued to the ground, she was thinking about every boy she had ever talked to at school, and any boy she had ever made eye contact with, but none seemed to fit the personality of 3DAuthority.

Before Violet was able to realize it, her feet were carrying her up the stairs of the High School. It was a large four story standard red and red-orange brick building, with two jointed brass doors in the front. A young freshman girl was holding the door open for the mass majority of people flodding into the school halls. Smiling at the girl softly, Violet turned down the music on her iPod, and pulled out just one ear bud. Reaching into her back pocket, Violet pulled out her schedule, she already knew where every class was so that was no problem. Looking at the top of her paper, she found her locker number and combination. E-065. Pushing passed a few people, and turning down a less crowded hallways to her left, she was able to make her way to the E wing of the school. "E-065.. E-065... E-065...." Violet mumbled aloud before reaching the correct number. The lockers were a dark green colour, with silver platts on the top, indicating their number. Dialing in her combination, Violet unloaded the items she had in her bag, three notebooks, and one folder, as well as five separate binders. She slammed her locker shut, louder than she had intended.

Sighing deeply, Violet replaced her bag back onto her shoulders, and was glad to have it lighter than it was before she emptied it out. Her music was still playing, and Violet observed the people near her. On her right, about four lockers down, was a boy in her grade, she remember him from the previous year, he had been in her bio class, Leon was his name, he has his hair cut almost completely off, and dark green eyes that were almost brown, she imagined him as the boy she chatted with. Then, turning to her left, she saw another boy, quite a distanceaway, someone she didn't recognize, long black hair, torn jeans, and a face that she could only barley see through his hair. Studying him for a moment, she turned her attention down to her white converse. Exactly three minutes until homeroom was to being, which her homeroom happened to be right across her locker. Mr. Nevader, also their government teacher. Pulling down the grey sleeves to her pullover down slightly over her hands, she glanced back up, hoping to find someone she was able to hold a decent conversation with and not look like a loner.

Violet hummed softly to an acoustic version of one of her favorite unknown musicians, Landon Austin. Seeing movement from the corner of her eye, Violet picked up her head and saw a boy, who looked her age, opening his locker two away from hers. She wasn't sure if she'd seen him around before, something about him seemed familiar but she wasn't able to pinpoint exactly what it was. Sliding one hand out of her pocket, she tucked a strand of light brown hair behind her ear. Narrowing her eyes to slits she studied him harder, becoming agitated because of trying to familiarize this boy. The, she did what she had done with every Boy she had seen that morning, and imagined him as her chat partner. He seemed like the outgoing and well known person, and noticeably attractive. Tapping her foot softly to the beat of the song, she snickered aloud. Quickly biting her tongue for the noise, although it wasn't loud. Peeling her eyes away from the boy she had decided he didn't fit the image she had given 3DAuthority.

The halls seemed to become even more flourishd with people, she was easily able to make out about three different conversations. One being from a group of girls talking about the clothes they had bought and from where for this new school year, another was three friends, two boys and a girl, talking about the play that the school had already been planning since the end of last year. The third conversation belonged to two teachers bickering about a mess with the freshman schedules. Clicking her tongue, Violet had concluded she didn't have the same homeroom as any of her.. friends. Usually the four sections of lockers belonged to the nearest room.

The strand of hair that Violet had tucked behind her ear had fallen back from behind its place. Standing straight back up and balancing on her feet, Violet walked forward into the homeroom class, even though there was still a solid two minutes left. There was exacly seven people already present in the room, the teacher smiled at Violet as she entered and he asked her for her full name. "Violet Taffner." She said smoothly. He thanked her and she went to an empty desk on the end of the third row, right near the window, one of her favorite places to sit, mainly for daydreaming. She placed her bag on top of the desk and sat down, her gaze turning to the door, watching as one by one more people entered the room.