New Bad Boy at the High School? (all welcome, not pafp)

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    ooc: just enter with a picture and a name with an age, and begin! Semi advanced is the only rule. 3+ sentences in a post. Don't wait for me to approve, I don't care. Go!


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    ic: Axel pulled into the school parking lot on his matte black racing motorcycle, and terminated the engine. Swinging his leg off the bike, he took off his black helmet and ran a large hand through his blonde hair. Shaking it out, he hung the helmet on the handlebars and unzipped his leather jacket. Leaning against the motorcycle, his piercing ocean blue eyes scanned the lot.

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    [size=45pt][font=cambria]Fox.
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    Fox's head peeked up at hearing the rev of the motorcycle. Immediately, she sprung up, starting to walk toward the sound.. until she realized it was just another kid. Nice bike.. she smiled at him, before just looking elsewhere. The motorcycle reminded her of her great aunt Nelly.. The way she rode it around town without a care, her chrome helmet on while her leather jacket fringes flared behind her.


    " [color=yellow]At least he's wearin' a helmet, " she muttered to herself, before just plopping down at the base of a tree, her sketchbook on her lap as she began to doodle the motorcycle.


    [ hope this is good <3 ]

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    Sighing heavily, Axel pulled out his black iPhone and started playing some music. It was 'This is Gospel", by Panic! At the Disco. His fingers tapped lightly on the leather seat of the motorcycle to the beat of the amazing and best song ever. Smiling at something on his screen, he laughed softly. Typing a reply back to whoever it was, he looked up. Noticing a girl sitting under a tree with a sketch book, he paid no mind. Shoving his phone in his pocket, he began to walk towards the school doors. His motorcycle boots clanked against the asphalt and concrete loudly, attracting some attention.
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    Half of Fox was saying 'go! comment on that bike and tell him how cool he looks! gooo!' while the other half was saying 'nope. don't do it. he looks dangerous. Probably has brass knuckles with poison spikes on it. Nope, nope..' but, instead, she just put her sketchbook in her bag and silently set after him. She did have to go behind him to get in, but she did want to conjure up a way to say something.
    After she got close, she nudged him and looked up. You're tall.. she smiled.
    " [color=yellow]I, uhm, I--I like your bike,     " she says timidly, shoving her hands in her pockets.

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    "Thanks," he chuckled, a wide smile on his face. He leaned down, getting closer to her.
    "I can see you're nervous. Can I tell you a secret?" He whispered, looking in her eyes. Not waiting for an answer, he replied. "It's just a facade." His blue eyes looked like an ocean than never ended, swimming with hurt and all kinds of emotions.
    Backing up, he held out a hand. "Axel Blue."
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    Secret? Oh, I love secrets! she listened to him, before nodding and narrowing her eyes. As he backed up, she did too, before sticking out her hand and shaking it. She used the other to 'zip' her lips and throw away the key.
    " Ah'm Fox, " she says, teetering on her feet. " 'n' yeah, tha's mah real name. i--it's mah name on mah b--birth cert--tificate! "
    Sure, she was proud of her name, but she had too many people asking 'oh, is that your real name?'.
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    "Well, I love than name. It fits you." He smiled, his large, warm hand engulfing her rather small one. Adjusting his jacket, he ran his fingers through his hair. It seemed that he had a bad habit of that.
    Resting his arms in a crossed position, he continued to walk next to Fox into the school.
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    She smiled, her hands her pockets as she walked beside him. She looked down at the steps, being careful not to trip up the stairs like she usually does. It happens everyday, and it gets frustrating when you have nothing but scrapes and bruises everywhere.


    " well, thanks! " she said, looking up but quickly looked back down to watch her step. " Now, don't take thi' th--the wrong way, b--but you seemed p--pretty intimidating at first, y'know. you're prett' nice. "
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    "It's what I do." He laughed, light hearted. "What's your first class?" He asked her, genuinely interested. "I have Geometry." He looked at his schedule, sort of shy. "And I don't know where that is." His boots clanked against the tile, the metal clasps jingling.
    low on time I'm sorry
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    Skylar Lynn Marble

    "We are all farsighted. We give importance to those things that are far from us, while neglecting the things that are close to us....only to realize their importance later when they are out of reach again."


    Skylar looked up at her new school, the place she would be stuck at for who knows how long, an annoyed expression on her face.


    Her morning had not gone well. First, she got in an argument with her father, which resulted in her getting beat and abused for it. Then, that caused her to miss her bus here, so not only did she have to walk/run there, she had to skip breakfast when she hadn't ate the night before either. It just wasn't a good morning, although most of this was her morning schedule. She should be used to it by now.


    So she carried her bag to the school, pausing to get her school schedule and map. She made her way down the hallways and to her locker, looking for number 211. Hopefully she wouldn't make any acquaintances with any stuckup, nosey people, or bratty annoying people who couldn't shut their mouths. Skylar was slow to trust but still had what she thought was a girly dream of having someone she could confide in.

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    [ no problem, <3 ]


    Carefully stepping over the last stair, Fox turned on her heel and swiveled around to face Axel. " S-s-s-s-same here! " she says, nodding. " I'm nearly two g--gr--grades ahead. y'see, ah was homeschooled up until ah was f--fourteen, so.. b--bein' homeschooled puts you.. up.. "


    She stood on the tips of her toes and pointed up.


    " Up there, " she finally straightened out and stood flat. SHe looked over, seeing more buses pull up.. which made her pretty nervous. " y--y'know, ah better head in. Helpin' Miss Carlson set up cl--class t'day. "
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    "Alright. I need to act the part. I'll be late." He winked at her, and went to find his locker. Strutting down the hallway, he was satisfied when everyone moved out of his way.
    her stutter is cute. he thought to himself, and cleared his face of expression. Seemingly void of emotion, he opened his locker and threw his keys and helmet into it. Slamming it, he leaned against the lockers, and put a seemingly permanent fixture of a glare on his features.
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    Skylar Lynn Marble

    "We are all farsighted. We give importance to those things that are far from us, while neglecting the things that are close to us....only to realize their importance later when they are out of reach again."


    Soon she found her locker, which was a few feet away from a blonde boy with a heated look accompanying his face. She payed no heed to him, turning to her locker and twisting the dial on it, then finally popping it open and beginning to organize her things. She wasn't overly dramatic about her things, but she didn't want everything cluttered and dirty before the first day of school.

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    "Axel. What's it to you?" He asked, his voice gruff with a thick Texan accent. He was doing pretty well for a first day.
    Cracking his knuckles and running his fingers through his hair, those seemed to be his main two habits.
    "Who are you, anyways?" He asked, his eyes curious as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
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    [size=14]"I'm Kellin and I was just wondering Jesus Christ. Can't a guy say hey to someone?" He asked kinda laughing. He leaned against the locker and swim his backpack over his shoulder."Where you from and are you Jock prep or who cares?".[/size]

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    duh Sorry blonde moment


    "Jock. Hockey." Axel answered, clashing his hands together. "What about you, Kellin?" He asked, looking the guy up and down. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, messing it up- but not to the point where it wasn't attractive.
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