Greenville Charter High - Roleplay Thread!

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=; width: 200pt; height: 330pt; background:url(http://i.picresize.com/images/2016/05/19/K20UM.jpg);][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 200pt; height: 270pt; margin-left: -15px; font-family: comic sans ms; color:#FFA8C1; text-align: left; line-height: 14px; font-size: 13px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 445px]Add strutted up to the school, a frown beginning to tug on his lips as he walked straight to the doors of what he called "hell". Pushing through the doors, he looked around and saw some students talking to each other in separate groups. "Fucking degenerates." He said out loud, not giving a shit if any one heard him. One of the staff approached him, and he furrowed his brow and stared at the person. "What?" He said, and in a reply the teacher gave him two slips of paper. He snatched it, turned, his back facing the teacher who now began walking away to hand out more slips of paper. He read the pper that contained his classes.




    Study Hall(A day)/Phy Ed(B day)
    Free Class
    Mathematics
    World Studies
    Science
    Language Arts




    He rolled his eyes, stuffed the paper in his jacket pocket, and looked at the other paper. It had two questions on it, one to decide his free class and one to decide if he will live in a dorm.




    _ Acting _ MainStage _ Band _ Orchestra ✖ Art




    Do you want to live in a dorm? ✖ Yes _ No
    If so, which? (Two males per dorm)
    ✖ 1A _ 1C _1E _1G




    The male blinked. They must have given B, D, F, and H to the girls so both genders wouldn't be together. He shrugged his shoulders, turned in the slip, and headed off to advisory at a slow pace.[/fancypost]


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    A short girl with a long sword hilt on her side stalked into the school. Her long dark brown hair, almost a silver color, sometimes touched the ground as she walked. She blinked her dark red eyes and glared at the others inside the building. She already knew what class she was taking, and she was staying in dorm 1B. She picked up her small suitcase and wondered around, looking for the dorms. When she finally found them, she was the only one there. She placed her small suitcase in the bed then sat down next to it and sighed. It's going to be a long year. She thought to herself. She stood, taking off her sword, and walked out of the dorm. Patrix adjusted her hat and dress before adventuring onwards.


    Patrix wasn't watching where she was walking and ended up walking right into a boy with white hair and purple eyes, "Watch where you're walking next time, you could have killed me." She glared up at him as she stood up. One of the three daggers she carried fell from her pocket, it was the gold one, her most prized posesion. Patrix also had a silver and a bronze one. "If you tell anyone that I have these, I'll kill you." She whispered harshly to the boy after she had picked up the dagger.

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  • The form of a petite, small girl bobbed through the crowd of mingling students, her bright, impish exterior a strong contrast to the pressed grimaces of the other students. In one hand, she wheeled a bright green suitcase, while the other moved to her face to push up her pink polka dot glasses. Blaise didn't seem like a normal girl to anyone standards, and especially seemed out of the norm in such a serious, violent school. Even so, here she was, pushing past the doors with the rest of the students as they tumbled into the school.


    She could hear the vague sound of metal clanging to the ground, but Blaise decided to ignore it, her white hair bobbing as she walked with a bounce in her step. She favored something more exciting, quickly grabbing the two slips from a teacher and looking over them excitedly. Oh, wait. That was her boring schedule. She groaned beneath her breath and placed it in a binder before looking into the next.


    Ah, here was what she was really excited about! Despite there being no option for Culinary Arts, she checked off 'Acting' with a smile for her free period, and moved to the next. Ah, dorms! Good, she was looking for this one. Blaise checked off 'yes' and '1D' as her dorms, scrawled her name at a top with a smiley face and sought out a teacher to the return the slip to.

  • Quinn looked down at his feet. he had his ear buds un and the volume of his music turned all the ways up. He could not stand crowds. He fidgeted, his hands in his pockets. His red hair stood out in the crowd. Luckily his hair covered his many earrings as he would normally get a detention for them. he had pierced them himself at a young age.


    He grabbed the slips of paper quickly without making eye contact. He quickly scribbled a messy X on acting and dorm 1A. He had a backpack on and it started to move. He quickly reached his arm back to hold it. He continued to walk as suddenly there was a 'Meow' from his back back. He ignored it as he had his headphones on. he tried to walk away from all the people his eyes darting at the people then to the ground.

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    She strode through the crowds, her short stature quick but smooth, eyes flicking around. She had a bird like nature to her - quick, but studious and alert. Perhaps a deer. If people that were about her size got in her way, she would shove them aside, until she found a place to rest. She gave a small sigh, shaking her head. "Now, where in the seven hells am I going..." She glanced around, Hal's sharp blue eyes blinking every now and again.


    That's when she spotted a teacher moving towards her. The guy spoke her name quickly, Hal eyed him up and down, then snatched her form. Uncaring about her schedule, really, she glanced at the bottom. To hell with it - She marked '1D' and handed it back to the teacher. She kept the other slip, tucking it in her pocket.[/fancypost]


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    Samuel honestly didn't care. The lanky male strode through the crowds at the paces of others, a toothpick between his teeth, and his headphones draw over his ears. He couldn't hear anything, the wild screams and cries of the other teenagers as they fought, argued, found friends - new or old. Sam sighed, spitting the toothpick out - a girl cursed elsewhere - and he glanced around wordlessly.


    He muttered apologies to people as he moved out of the thicket part of the crowd, and only removed his headphones for the teacher that approached him. He slid his headphones off of his ears and glanced at the bottom of the paper. He glanced back and forth at the answer, then peered around as if he could see someone else answering the paper within hands reach. Samuel jerked lightly, then reminded himself that his home was crowded. Quietly, he marked '1C' and began to walk towards the teacher.


    However, before he could reach the teacher that speedily walked away, he bumped into another boy. The first thing he noticed was blood red eyes - then rather red hair. That matched, almost too well. Samuel straightened up. "Oh, sorry." He shook himself again - too much worrying and he was going to have grey hairs that matched his already black hair. [/fancypost]

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  • Quinn started to walk faster as he was hit by a male. His side hurt and he could feel one of the two bandages on his face slightly peel off. He was not born with poor health, but slowly slumped into it during middle school. For most people would just twist their ankle, but his would break or fracture. He groaned in pain and continued to walk.


    These people were annoying. Always talking, yelling, spilling germs, and trying to make friends. he covered his head with his hood and followed the stream of students. This fear or people was one reason why he had be home tutored since 2 grade. The 'thing' in his backpack moved a little as the backpack mo ed with the sway of his walking. Quinn yawned, His crimson red eyes could barely keep open.

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    "Hey!" He began to stride after him, his long legs stretching before him. He really, really didn't want to get into any tight pickles here. "I'm sorry, I seriously didn't see you. Are you okay?!" Sam continued to shout after him, his voice tight and anxious. He hoped to high heavens the dude would answer - otherwise he'd have to face him. [/fancypost]

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  • Quinn covered more of his face with his hood. Leave me alone... Leave me alone.. He thought as he started to walk faster and then into a spirit. Quinn could feel sweat drip from his forehead as he ran and pushed through the crowd. He could feel hot tears roll down his face.


    He saw a break as he noticed a bathroom. He quickly ran into it and hid in a stall.Quinn quickly locked the door and hung up his backpack. He put his feet on the toilet seat so nobody would see him. His heart pounded father, father, his anxiety getting to him.

  • Janay waltzed into the school with her nose buried in a copy of Harper Lee's To Kill A Mockingbird. The petite blond hardly registered when a teacher handed her her schedule along with an additional piece of paper. She glanced at her schedule.


    Tucking away that paper safely into the pocket of her school bag, she read the other paper. Let's see, she was complete rubbish at acting and playing instruments of any sort so that left Mainstage and art. Janay checked off art because she was actually kind of fond of art and she also checked no for living in the dorms. Her parents had requested she remained at home and after much arguing, Janay was finally forced to agree. Sighing, Janay looked around for a teacher to give the form to.


    Bertholdt sighed as he walked through the doors of the school. Another year of hell just waiting to unfold. He greeted the teacher who gave him his schedule and the other form. Bert quickly checked off orchestra and 1C and gave it back to the teacher before they even had a chance to run off and help someone else. He didn't want to go through the trouble of finding a teacher later on.

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    Patrix rolled her eyes, "No, I wouldn't kill you with these, I'd kill you with my sword. It's in my dorm." She narrowed her eyes, "You don't know me anyways, I was the leader of the last gang I was in. I could kill you in three seconds flat, I've done it before." Patrix hated people who mocked her.


    Low muse//rushed))

  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt; line-height:130%; text-align: justify;]The gray-haired kid entered the school quietly, their hands stuffed into their pockets. With a sigh, they looked up at the ceiling, and tried to think clearly for once. Inwardly, they groaned. What had made them want to come here in the first place? Was it just because they wanted some adventure or action in their life? No- they usually weren't that type of person. Usually.


    Life was kind of hard when the only person to talk to them was themselves. Especially since they had a secret psychotic side that wanted to kill everyone. But then again, most people at the school were pretty much psychos, so they fit in quite well, didn't they?!


    Okay, enough messing around with this weird mental disorder shit. Time to really get down to business. Lucian looked around with heterochromatic eyes, trying to figure out what to do. Usually, in schools, staff gave you schedules and dorms, right? But this wasn't a normal school, so they weren't very sure if the staff-giving-you-papers thing applied here.


    What do you know. Some member of the staff was coming toward them right this instant with a few papers in her hand. The teacher handed them the papers, which only contained their schedule and a kind of a form thing. Lucian quickly scanned over the schedule, folded it neatly, and put it in their white jacket's pockets. The kid would look at the other paper now, and they just quickly checked off 'Acting' and the '1E' dorm. Technically and biologically, they were male, so they got the male dorms. As for the free class? They were pretty much shit at anything else, and they were actually quite good at playing a lot of roles in plays. So acting it was.


    Lucian handed back the last paper and continued on inside the school hallway. Most students were around here socializing, so they supposed that maybe they should talk with some students too. They shook their head. Nah, maybe later. They simply decided to maybe take a break in the bathroom, and the unisex bathroom, mind you. As the kid continued, they heard a voice from nearby.


    'I could kill you in three seconds flat, I've done it before.'


    They froze. See, what did I tell you. Fucking weirdos. Their red-orange eye began to twitch, and they sighed. They knew they might regret this. Lucian continued to walk around, away from where that voice came from. "Psychos. All of them are insane," They muttered to themselves, looking downwards.
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    The sound of a guy talking to himself brought her gaze around. Cold eyes searching the crowd, she finally found the grey-haired person. Hal pushed to her feet, walking towards him. Her teeth was crazy. She wasn't crazy. She wasn't insane. She was just... angry. A huge part of the time. "Who are you callin' insane?" She said suddenly, standing beside him with slip in hand.[/fancypost]


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    Sam paused when he saw the wet spots on the ground. He glanced down at them, people shuffling around him. The male glanced back up, and quietly, and much more slowly, followed him into the bathroom. Why was he doing this? No idea - and he didn't particularly care for a reason either. "Hey, you in here?" He mumbled, wincing at how his voice echoed. "I honestly didn't mean to scare you or nothing.." Samuel winced again, turning towards the window quietly. He tugged at his headphones as they were still on his head. [/fancypost]

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  • Janay returned to reading her book but that didn't stop her from hearing little bits of conversations going on around her. Who you callin' insane? and I could kill you in three seconds flat. She sighed. This was going to be a long school year. With that she went off to find her homeroom and maybe a teacher to give this slip of paper to.


    Bertholdt didn't want to go to homeroom yet but as a result of nothing better to do, he went anyway. But the red-haired boy didn't get very far before he accidentally ran into a petite girl with polka dot glasses and a bright green suitcase that almost blinded his eyes. "Oh, are you okay?" Bert asked the girl politely with a small look of concern etched on his face. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

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    'Who are you callin' insane?'


    As Lucian heard that, they turned around slowly to face the girl that had talked. Unlike Hallie, they were only angry about 1/3 of the time. But usually, they were a pretty chill person. Today, they decided not to flip out and instead talk to her in a calm and civilized manner. "Mostly everyone. I said 'all of them', so what else could I have meant?" The kid stated calmly, their red-orange and cyan eyes bored.


    They gave her a quizzical look. "Didn't you hear that?" They asked suddenly, looking behind themselves. She couldn't have missed what someone else had said, could she...? Unless they were hearing voices in their head, which was actually quite likely. "That threat about killing someone in three seconds flat."
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  • Quinn rapidly shook his head as a no, even though the other boy could not see. He covered his ears with his hands as he waited, his music still playing. There's a bully after me... there's a bully after me he thought as he waited silently. This was his worst nightmare. Out of all the this he thought could happen this was the worst. Plan A) Run, Run run for your life if you want to live. If pursuer continues to follow, Then plan B) Hide in the nearest room and lock the door. D*mnit! That's what I did wrong. F*ck F*ck F*ck he thought as he tried to do next. Plan C) F*ck there is no plan C. What if the door opened and he's there with a F*ckin bat!!! Suddenly the stall door creaked open as he had not locked it well. This was the worst first time in a restroom outside of his house. He stood there still, like a statue.

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  • Her brown eyes sought the face of the teacher in the crowd, going up on her tip-toes to peer over the jumbled mass of heads surrounding her. She could hear small snippets of conversations around her; 'i could kill you in three seconds flat' seemed notable, but Blaise happily ignored them in favor of remaining naive and ignorant about the true nature of this school. Soon, she was handing in her filled out paper and was bounding away, a care-free expression upon her face.


    Well, until she felt something bounce into her side, eliciting a yelp from the small girl. Knocked onto one foot, she tried to re-balance frantically, but to no avail, as she eventually teetered over and onto the ground. She could feel the flow of students shift to accommodate her new position, but none made a move to help her up. Even so, Blaise plastered a bright smile as she rose to her feet, an impish, excited aura surrounding her, re-adjusting her glasses as she did so.


    "It's alright!! I was planning to fall down anyways!" she laughed, her voice loud and eternally energetic. It seemed that now that this crimson-haired student had run into her, he was going to have to endure an introduction. "Hello!! I'm Blaise! What's your name??" she wondered excitedly, flicking a strand of short, alabaster hair out of her eyes.