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Ryan sat perfectly still, his eyes locked on the test in front of him. That class is an easy A! You should transfer into AP. Yeah, right. He wasn't a dumb kid, but this was insane. AP probably would have killed him, seeing how much he was struggling with just the base course. He bit down on his lower lip, fully aware that the end of the class period and the school day was quickly coming closer. He really needed to pass this. He had been studying for the last week, seeing as he didn't have anything else to do because he had been suspended from the baseball team since his grade had dropped to a F. He couldn't miss the first really important game of the year.
He had filled in the multiple choice answers easily, but was completely stuck. The last question, like always, required a paragraph written about the topic. And, like always, he knew he was going to flunk the test because of that question. He finally started writing and finished right when the bell rang, dismissing the students to head to their cars and buses. He heard everyone around him get up, turn their tests in, and head out the door. He let out a sigh, finally getting up once everyone else was gone. He placed the test down on Mr. Messer's desk, able to feel a lead weight of dread in his stomach.

Ryan nodded, forcing his gaze to the floor. He knew this. He knew that by not answering he had doomed himself, but he also knew that he probably would have only gotten a point or two from the question, so it didn't matter much in his mind. "Sorry." He breathed, frowning. It wasn't like he even wanted to go into the field associated with this class. He wanted to be a baseball player, or coach, or something having to do with the sport. He had needed the credits, though. But he also needed a good grade, and if he failed the class he wasn't going to get the credit, either.

Track! I'll post once I get on my computer~

-Duke Conrad-
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Duke is a ball of energy, never wanting to stop what he's doing and just relax. He has problems staying still and can't focus on things where he just sits there. He used to be painfully shy, but forced his way into being able to talk to people once he got into high school. This has left him able to communicate and with some friends, but he's also pretty bad with boundaries and never thinks over what he's about to say, now. He loves music and sports, although he's too clumsy to really do sports and he doesn't have the patience to learn how to play an instrument. He's usually a fairly guy, but he has an incredibly low tolerance for anyone who he sees as a bully and has a quick fuse whenever he's irritated. But, he's also incredibly protective and would do anything to help out someone he cares about.

Jax frowned slightly, shaking his head. He opened his mouth to speak, but his brother got there first. "Coffee sounds awesome." Chris said, lifting up his arms as he stretched. He glanced over at Jax, smiling. Jax wasn't a massive fan of coffee, and Chris always teased him about it. Jax acted like it bugged him, but every time Chris made fun of him, he got back at him somehow. So, it worked out fairly well.

Cyrus shrugged. Osiris wasn't the best name, but it also wasn't the worst. There was a reason why he went by Cyrus, that reason mostly being the fact that he was a bit too lazy to say his own name too often, but also that his name wasn't very common. "What's your name?" He asked.

Grim let out a huff, using his sickle to slow his fall a hint as he jumped off of the building. The sickle occasionally caught on things such as gutters, keeping him from hitting the ground with an unpleasant splat. He darted over to Saundra, aiming to plunge his sickle into the mutant's head.

I though for a moment, trying to find the bookstore's name. It was in my head somewhere. Most people, including me and the owners, just called it the Bookstore. There weren't many left in the city, so the nickname worked fairly well. "Mockingbird Books." I purred, finally remembering the name. I remembered that the first thing I had to do once I was hired was to read To Kill A Mockingbird because of that name, and I probably wouldn't have remembered it at all otherwise.

Cyrus flinched backwards, gritting his teeth. "Sorry." He breathed, shifting. He really shouldn't push the subject, seeing as he had no real idea what the man wanted and what he was capable of. If he was willing to kidnap him and tie him up, who knows what else he would be able to do.

Cyrus let out a deep breath, forcing his body to relax as the door slammed shut. He was either alone again, or the man had just slammed the door to mess with him. He found the first of the two more likely, so he quietly began mumbling to himself about what he learned.
1. The man didn't know who he was, so this wasn't for revenge or anything.
2. His kidnapper was a man.

That's where the list ended.

Cyrus let his head droop down, his chin leaning against his chest. If only he could get this stupid blindfold off, he could figure out at least something about the room he was in, and wither or not there was any way to get out of it.

Just post your character's name and a picture to join!

Cyrus let out another deep breath before craning his neck and rubbing the blindfold against his shoulder. He could feel it budge a hint, but definitely not enough for him to look around. "Come on." He growled.

Cyrus grit his teeth. He almost had it. He let out a quiet gasp as he finally pushed the blindfold far enough up his forehead for him to be able to see. He looked around, bot relieved and terrified to find that he was alone. He looked down at his arms and legs. Yeah, he seemed to be tied down fairly well. He let out a hiss. It would take a while to get himself free, if he could even do it.

Duke darted around the house, nervously putting things away and sorting things out. His brother was already there, but he still felt like he needed to make everything absolutely immaculate. Not that Dean cared much about that. His own place constantly looked like a tornado had ripped through it, but he knew his brother wouldn't like him saying anything about calming down.

So, while Duke was having a minor heart attack, Dean sat on the couch, looking at his brother's stuff. There were a few pictures of him and some other guy. It seemed like the pictures came from recently to back around elementary school, judging only by a mental comparison between Duke at certain ages and how Dean had looked around the same time. "Hey, who's this guy?" He called out, hearing a mumbled response that very well could have been total gibberish. Dean huffed, leaning back on the couch. The guy was cute, but he wouldn't make a move on the guy if they ended up meeting. Duke didn't flirt with his brother's female friends, and Dean didn't flirt with his brother's male friends. It was some kind of weird agreement. You know, unless they started it. Then they were fair game.

Duke darted into the room, straightening things out and talking like he was in the middle of a conversation. "Conner's going to be here soon and I don't want you to be a total jerk, alright? He's my best friend, and if you find a way to screw things up between us-" Duke turned on his heels, his eyes blazing. "I'm not going to have to worry about people not being able to tell us apart anymore." Duke's stern expression quickly eased into his normal face. "So, yeah. Just be cool." He chirped, slipping back out of the room before Dean had a chance to respond.

Dean rolled his eyes, glancing at the door. He was usually pretty good at making impressions on people. Wither they were good or not really depended on the person in question.

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.: Dean Cyrus Conrad :.

Screen Name :
Raven Feathers

Activity :
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Other :
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Name :
"Dean Conrad, at your service."

Gender :
"Oh, what a surprise! I am in fact a male human. Wow! Who would have been able to guess?"

Age :
"16."

Personality (no meet me's) :
"I have no idea."
Dean is a blend of a bunch of personality traits, all of which show themselves at different levels of relationships with others.
Strangers: Dean practically refuses to talk to people without a reason, giving him a bit of a cold, stand-offish reputation. When he does speak, it's quick and right to the point. He seems like he hates everything, but he's usually just bored.
Acquaintances: Dean will talk to people he knows a bit more than strangers, but he still has a difficult time interacting and will occasionally snap at them.
Friends: Once Dean starts getting used to people, he opens up quickly and starts telling jokes, messing around, and generally goofing off. He never misses an opportunity to make a joke or pun, and ends up getting into trouble a bit because of his big mouth.
Best Friends: Dean fully opens up to his best friends, showing a sarcastic yet bright side of him that not many get to see. He can be nice, but only when he feels like it's needed. He is incredibly protective and would never hesitate to help out someone he cares about, although he often get violent if he needs to protect someone. Dean is also really stubborn, but he will back down if he feels someone close to him has proven him wrong.

Grade :
"I'm a Junior. I'm so close to being able to stop going to school."

Clique :
"Rebel, I guess."

Sport(s) :
"I'm on the baseball team, and I run a lot in my spare time. Not that I would ever end up on a track team or anything. I would probably get sick and tired of it and just quit."

Likes :
"Night time, dark colors, birds, music, my car, science, books, rain, snow, fog, video games, scary stories, drawing, writing. You know, normal teen stuff. Oh, I also like being really cold for some reason. And I have this really cliche black leather jacket that I wear sometimes."

Dislikes :
"Preps, mornings, bright colors, spiders, mosquitos, things I can't pronounce, bright lights, the sun, hot days, math, homework, school in general, paper cuts, working, sleeping and I hate that moment when you think you have something really specific in the fridge and it's not there. Also, fake people. And people who touch my car without permission. And anyone who is really annoying. Teachers. Children. Overly happy people. Morning people. The list goes on forever."

Crush/bf/gf :
"None right now, seeing as I haven't met anyone."

Extra/other :
"I have this silver heart necklace that my older sister gave me when she went off to college, and I never take it off. I also play the guitar-yeah, I know it's cliche, get over it- and I drive a black honda S2000. She's my baby."

Dean sat straight up, his blue eyes wide with surprise. He hadn't been expecting for someone to knock, although he probably should have been ready for it. Everyone always seemed to come over when he was visiting. He looked over his shoulder, waiting for Duke to rush past and to the door. When a solid thirty seconds passed without any sign of his twin, Dean sighed. He pushed himself up off of the couch, looking at the door. He ruffled his brown hair slight, walking over and opening the door up. He studied the boy in front of him for a few moments, recognizing him from the pictures scattered around the house. "Hey, Connor." He said, stepping to the side so that he could come in.

He knew that Connor probably didn't know he was Duke's twin, or that Duke even had a twin. They made a point of not telling people about each other or taking pictures together. Duke thought it made people treat him different, and Dean just like scaring people by suddenly having Duke walk in the room while he was visiting. Duke didn't think it was funny, but it was.

Duke ran towards the basketball court, a backpack slung over one shoulder. He probably should have left his house sooner, but but at least he was on his way now. He skid to stop once he saw the court, taking a few moments to catch his breath and try not to look like he had just sprinted the entire way there. He couldn't wait for his piece of trash car to get out of the shop. Running was great, but running simultaneously made Duke want to scream. He ran a hand through his hair, walking to where the other guys were. "Hey." He breathed, almost baring his teeth in irritation as he realized he still sounded like he was out of breath. He was, but he liked thinking that he could get over it faster than he really could.