Realistic or Modern Detention (A breakfast club inspired role play)

[QueenCupCake]

Welcome all of you disappointments to detention, some of you know how this works pretty well, yes, we are talking to you, jocks and "bad boys", and some of you have never been here before, so let me lay this out for you, you're going to spend your Saturday afternoon here, in the cafeteria of this fabulous school because of your actions. How you got here is up to you, but you will be here all day, along with the people you never thought you'd be sitting beside. Heated arguments will start, friendships will be formed, love interests will be formed, and secrets will be spilled, but you brought this on yourself.


please only join if you can at least post a well written paragraph, I'm not asking too much, at least 5 well written sentences for each character you have


Please try to keep the genders even


You make someone feel bad or say something out of line to someone in ooc and you're out. Seriously. I have no tolerance for bullying, even if it is on a role playing sight


That being said, you can make your character as mean as you want.


Please only choose from the list of cliques below


and please for the love of God, have fun!


Cliques:


Nerds/oddballs


jocks/populars


stoners/loners


goths


rebels/skaters

 

[QueenCupCake]

Imogen had gotten there early of course, she walked into the room and put her bags down, but taking out her small acrylic pad with some paint and a small cup of water, with her brushes. She looked around the room, trying to gather some inspiration, and finally settling on a flower she could see out of the window. It was wilted, dry, and very much dying. She started with making the initial outline of where exactly she wanted everything to lay, and then the detention "teacher" came in.


"Imogen Frost?" he said in surprise.


"Hi Mr. Robinson" she said sheepishly, looking down.


"What in the world? This has to be a mistake, did you come here just to paint? Honey, this is detention, you can't come here to paint" he told her


She lightly rolled his eyes at his assumptions. "No Mr. Robinson, I did something to be in here.. you remember when someone splashed paint all over the school in their admittedly childish, but totally justified and peaceful protest?"


He sighed and she nodded at him. "I should have figured it was you" he told her. "Well, might as well wait for the rest to get here, you know, I'm not suppose to let you paint, you could cause a mess" he said.


"I'm not sure if that was you're attempt at a joke but I do know that you wont take away my paints because I'm totally your favorite and I'm painting your wife that birthday gift" she said with a confident smile.

 

[Lady Odyssey]

Thomas Chambers




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Boredom tugged at him as he sat in silence, his father turning on the radio as they drove to school. Disappointment had been the first reaction of Clayton, Thomas' father. And then anger. Anger for getting a fight with his favorite of the two, Brendan. And in public. Not that Tom would care--Brendan had it coming, really, with all the teasing and false accusations. He didn't regret a thing, even as his father continued to ignore him throughout the drag of a drive. If his father could play the silence game, he could too. And with ease, at that. He was usually quiet anyway, only this time with more intention. Not that his father cared.


Thomas entered the silent school building. Empty hallways and classrooms filled the building as he made his way to Mr. Robinson's room, all the way in the south wing of the school. He tried to take as much time possible to enter the classroom, but, of course, as if sensing his plan, his father had dropped him off a few minutes early so that no matter what he did, he'd be on time to detention. He fought the urge to roll his eyes and grumble as he finally saw Mr. Robinson's classroom. Clenching his jaw, he stepped inside the room.


Blinking upon seeing a student already here, he felt relief wash through him--he's not the first one here. Thomas picked a seat in the back, away from the girl and Mr. Robinson, and set his things down, folding his arms over his chest as he stared blankly at the whiteboard.

 

[Everlasting<3]

Olivia Elswood sat in the passenger seat of her mother's vehicle. The radio played a quiet classic rock tune as the older woman drove her daughter to school.


"Mom you do know this isn't even an actual reason to have detention right? I barely did anything wrong." The girl blurted out.


"Yes, honey. I know" Her mother stared at the road, Olivia knew better, her mother wasn't impressed at all, having to drive her daughter to school on a weekend.


Liv exited her mother's vehicle after giving her a chick peck on the cheek and saying goodbye, she then entered the school making her way to the detention room, getting comfortable in one of the seats closer to the front of the room. She made sure that she would be one of the first students to arrive, trying to make up for the amount of tardies that had gotten her sentenced to this detention in the first place.


"Good morning, Mr. Robinson." The brunette smiled softly, not incredibly proud that she was sitting where she was. The teenager's reputation among the people in that school, peers and authority figures, almost meant more to her than her actual education.


"Just, before you ask anything, I didn't do anything crazy to land myself a seat in here, sir. I was simply late a few times too many." Olivia stated, her voice just over a whisper, clearly embarrassed.

 

[QueenCupCake]

Imogen turned back to the boy who seemed to have a horrible attitude, she had seen him around, but he was normally really quiet, and she just raised her brows, returning to her picture, and starting to put her paint on a brush, making light little strokes as Mr. Robinson looked at the boy. "Ah! Mr. Chambers, good to see that you're here" he said, it was in fact, Mr. Robinson's class that he started a fight outside of


 

Imogen turned back to the boy who seemed to have a horrible attitude, she had seen him around, but he was normally really quiet, and she just raised her brows, returning to her picture, and starting to put her paint on a brush, making light little strokes as Mr. Robinson looked at the boy. "Ah! Mr. Chambers, good to see that you're here" he said, it was in fact, Mr. Robinson's class that he started a fight outside of. He looked to Olivia and smiled, "Well hello Olivia" he said and listened to her reasoning. "Well, it's good that you didn't do anything crazy, but you know the rules on being tardy" he told her. "Well, I guess what's important is you're on time for me here" he said

 

[Lady Odyssey]

Thomas Chambers

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Thomas kept glancing at the clock that hung on the wall as he lost himself in his own thoughts, not feeling anger or resentment whatsoever. Sure, he deserved going to detention. But that was beside the point. His twin, Brendan, had gotten on his nerves, pressed his buttons, and he deserved what he got. Even though Brendan was the perfect guy everyone loved, including his parents, Tom couldn't deal with the guy's teasing and smart-alec remarks about him, and then he went making fun of him loving sports, which had really gotten on his nerves.


And now, he's in detention when he's supposed to be playing at a football game. He sighed quietly, staring down at his desk. "Yeah, good to see you too, Mr. Robinson," he spoke evenly, glancing at the teacher. His jaw still ached from the fight. A few bruises lay underneath his skin here and there--mostly by his ribs, and jawline--but he'd done more damage than taken it. His brother had gotten a black eye, and nearly broke his nose. Serves him right. Thomas bit his lower lip, and shifted in his seat. I can't wait til' I get outta here.

 

[QueenCupCake]

(It's time for me to go work out guys, but keep the role play going on, I'll be back soon! )

 

[Everlasting<3]

((I'll be back tomorrow, time for bed. Have a good shift Jami!))

 

[Valorie]

((Same! Have night classes. Have a nice shift.))

 

[Darth Oats]

Since they didn't make it to the playoffs in football this season, Derek was to get a bit of an early start on training for basketball. A few of his friends who were on varsity with him last year came to school with him today to get some practice in, Josh and Aaron. Josh had an old jeep to drive himself to school, so Derek and Aaron usually just rode with him to school everyday. Derek would damn well rather ride with his buddies than with his parents to go to weekend detention. The whole ride is always just so terrible. This one would be especially so, considering it was he who dropped the game winning touchdown pass that would have put them in the playoffs. Derek was bummed about it for a while considering this was his senior year, but he had no plans to become a professional football player so it wasn't a big deal to him. Speaking of plans, Derek didn't really have any after high school yet. He shook off the depressing thought as Josh cranked up the music while they sped down the road.


After arriving at the school, Derek was going to try his best to convince whoever was in charge of detention this time to let him go practice instead. Team sports are important, you know? Laughing at an inside joke and generally just being boisterous, Derek and his buddies bumbled down the halls. They jumped and smacked room signs and scuffed up the floor. Once making it to the door of the classroom, after following sign after sign that simply said "Detention" with an arrow, Derek finally came to Mr. Robinson's room. He's never had a class here, so it should be easy to Woo him over then. Derek cracked open the door slowly, reaching back to smack Josh who was being dumb and trying to make him laugh. Pushing the door open enough for him to enter, Derek then closed the door behind him slowly.


Mr. Robinson glanced up from the top side of his glasses frames. "Ah. Mr. Paulder..." The teacher mumbled something under his breath. "How nice of you to join us today. Please, have a seat with the rest of your classmates and respectfully...shut your mouth." Mr. Robinson settled with a quaint smile and a nod before looking back to his papers.


"Uh...A-Actually, sir. I was wondering, you know, since I am the captain of the basketball team, that I could go get some practice in at the gym today. You could make me do some sort of physical punishment while I'm there or something like that?" Derek's voice was made to sound innocent like he'd done nothing wrong in his life.


Mr. Robinson looked back up to Derek with an odd glare. His mouth was partly open, his eyes squinted slightly. The teacher then, almost abruptly, responded to the boy. "Uh. No. I prefer more of the psychological damage to the physical. I feel it has more of a lasting effect on your young...growing minds. Now SIT." Mr. Robinson's voice had become raised now. He was beginning to get annoyed with this one.


Derek, himself, was also annoyed now, "But, Mr. Robinson. Do you really think this is a correct use of my time? I mean I really think I would benefit expressing my talent in the gym. Sitting in here, rotting away, won't help the school go to states this year..." The annoyance was clear in his voice now, he couldn't really control it at this point.


The teacher quickly responded without even looking up this time. "Yeah well you should have thought of that before you got put in here. Now sit down before you have to come here tomorrow too!"


Derek let out an audible groan and turned around to open the door. He let his friends know he wouldn't be able to go practice with them. They were confused but ran off without him nonetheless. Defeated, Derek turned back to the room and sat in the middle area on the far left side. He took this time to see who he was stuck with today. Some weird painter chick, some girl who's face he couldn't see, and Thomas. A guy from the football team, Derek didn't really like him. He seemed over emotional and kind of a hot head, his twin brother was a much easier guy to chill with.


Thomas looked like he had gotten into a fight. Derek chuckled to himself. Poor kid looked a little beat up, he leaned in his direction and spoke to him. "Hey. What happened to you? Did you get in a fight with someone cause they read your diary or somethin'? Haha"

 

[QueenCupCake]

Imogen giggled to herself while Derek was trying to convince Mr. Robinson to let him go practice with his "friends". 'Good for you Mr. Robinson, don't you let him leave this place' she thought to herself. When he slumped in his seat she heard him talking to Thomas and put her brush down, turning around. "Excuse me, don't you ever have anything better to do than pick on someone? Every time I see you, you're always trying to talk down to someone. Did your parents not hug you enough as a child?" she asked. Imogen was very much against bullying, and she could tell the boy didn't recognize her, even though she had stood up to him countless times when bullying some poor kid.


"Imogen, please" Mr. Robinson said.


"And Derek, stop bothering the other students, I'm having just about enough of you already" he told him


 
(Thanks guys, but I wasn't at work, I was at the gym working out, and I never have a nice shift haha)

 

[Egzitwoond257]

Armin stands outside the room, taking a deep breath. Okay, this is the first of a few weeks, he says to himself, I pulled some real shit last time and now I gotta face the music. He reaches for the doorknob, Ooooor, I could go home, eat a pop tart, masturbate, take a nap and put together a court case by tomorrow. Dammit, no, they saw me. Fuck. He slips into the room, sticking to the wall. After all it WAS that nosy-ass Mr. Robinson that snitched on him in the first place, waving his primer like it was a signed confession to the assassination of J.F. freaking K. Anyways, he sits next to the wall and slumps over his desk. He sighs, no one I know. That chick who threw the paint is here. Could find some common ground. She wouldn't talk to me, damn, I wish they hadn't stolen my copy of Guerrilla Warfare. At least it'd be something to do.

 

[QueenCupCake]

"Okay children, I have to leave for a bit, but I trust you- well, I trust some of you too act responsible" he said looking to Imogen and Olivia. "okay.. two of you.. i only trust two of you to be responsible, and it's these two" he said, motioning towards the two girls. "i don't know how long I'll be gone, but if I come back and any of you are missing, you will have to explain it to court" he threatened and walked out of the room.


Imogen saw Armin walk in, against the wall and smiled, she found it funny how he basically tried to be unnoticeable. She just minded her own business and went back to her painting, which by this time, would look complete to the naked eye, but not to the eye of an artist. She stared at it hard, pursing her lips and sighing, trying to get the shadows just right, it were the little details that drove her crazy.

 

[Egzitwoond257]

Armin sees Imogen smile at him. He smiles, it's not often he's smiled at, especially when heSeeing his oppressor leave the room, Armin jumps into action and writes Paris Commune 1871, then a basic summary of events in an almost fablesqe tone, as if it were Hansel and Grettle. Then puts down the chalk, sits in Mr. Robinson's chair and leans back, basking in his our rebellion.

 

[Darth Oats]

The painter girl spoke up for Thomas for some strange reason. She must've owed him money. Derek glanced back at the girl, about to respond, when Mr. Robinson also told him to be quiet. Derek crossed his arms and leaned back in his desk, tongue pressed against the inner of his cheek. A new kid entered just as Mr. Robinson then decided to leave randomly. Derek figured he was cheating on his wife or something.


The new kid looked really strange. Like more so than the normal strange. Soon after the teacher left, the kid went to the front to start writing some crap on the board. Derek redirected his attention to Thomas again, "He's a big boy, now. He can answer the question himself, painter girl." A smug smile came across Derek's face as he continued to jester Thomas. "What? You have the little artsy fartsy girl fighting your battles for you now? Seeing your face, I'd say you need a new bodyguard..."


Derek then stood from his desk in hurry, pausing momentarily to observe the kid in the front of the class. A large amount of words about France or something was written on the board behind him and he was now resting in the teacher's chair. Derek shook off the confusion he had for the pointlessness of the kids actions and strolled over to his good pal, Thomas. With his arms crossed, Derek leaned against the wall next to Thomas's chair and smiled sweetly down at him, awaiting his answer.

 

[Egzitwoond257]

"Or we could not be an asshat. Paris Commune, an even to show the goodness and cooperation among men. Showing freedom triumphs over tyranny. You don't play nice, and we're going to have to resolve our differences. And when you ask an anarchist to solve a problem, something gets set on fire. How's that for a vanguard. I mean, bodyguard." Armin says boldly and just a little louder than he should, every word resonating with the room. He lets his words hang in the room, still kicked back.

 

[Allina Auburn]

"Okay Maisy you have to let me go now," Lacey said calmly as her small sister tugged on her arm they were in front of a child care center but you sure couldn't tell from its facade. The bricks were cracked and graffitied over the garden was littered with beer bottles and the 'Sunny Childcare' sign had been resolved into a desolate 'C l a' meekly beeming from the bricks. Lacey had been up since dawn cooking and cleaning and now she was doing her daily drop offs she had already delivered 8 children to various houses for a day of fun. She was now delivering the four littilies to the daycare three if them had raced in smiling but as always Maisy hung to Lacey tears dripping from her eyes Lacey bent down and kissed Maisy on the cheek "I'll see you straight after detention," The word rang in her families ears a burden of shame of ignorance of failure but Lacey pushed it back and pushed the sobbing Maisy into the daycare as an unfased worker took the small girl.


Lacey walked slowly down the street as she began to reach the rich district of town where people could afford houses with multiple bedrooms never mind bathrooms. She soon saw the large school towering over her and she took a deep breath before wandering towards the cafeteria and listening at the door as she heard the harsh warning from the supervisor.


Lacey shaking entered the room meekly and sat down at the back of the room pulling out an advanced reader copy stack her part time job still had to happen on Saturdays so she started to edit the unpublished stories slowly as her heart pounded in her chest

 

[Everlasting<3]

Olivia mostly kept her head down as other students piled into the classroom, this wasn't her place to be and she didn't want people thinking she was a bad kid. The brunette, however, perked up upon hearing the familiar voice of Derek Paulder. They had had somewhat of a fling in the summer before school started back up. The watched him out of the corner of her eye, trying to convince Mr. Robinson to let him have practice time in the gymnasium; she stifled a smile, they were all there to serve as a punishment, not for free time.


The teen turned around to get once good glance at the other student before turning around and pulling some work out from her bag, thinking she might as well get something productive done while held captive for the day. Olivia also just wanted to get Derek out of her head which was easier said than done due to his loud voice and his constant moving around the room to bother people.


Biting down on the inside of her cheek, Liv jotted down notes from her textbook into her notebook to use for reference later on in the unit. Her friend Grace, she remembered, had dated Derek at one point and told the girls that he was a jerk. Olivia didn't see too much of the jerk in him in the summer. The girl mentally shrugged it off and continued to write down her notes. She wouldn't have to worry about Derek as she no longer had feelings for him, she deemed him a jerk and suppressed all other thoughts for the meantime.


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[Lady Odyssey]

Thomas Chambers

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Thomas had never liked Derek, even from day one of practice. His attitude always rubbed him the wrong way. Especially when Coach didn't notice how much of an asshole he was to everyone. Of course, he never spoke what was on his mind being quiet like he is, and tends to just ignore the guy. Detention doesn't work like that, unfortunately. Detention is prison. And when in prison, there is no escape from those that you hate or love, no matter what. Thomas tried not to think about this as Derek taunted him, jeering and laughing. He tuned him out the whole time.


But then Derek brought him up. His twin. Everyone knew Thomas had a twin. And everyone loved Brendan more than Thomas--not that he cared, really. Sure, it'd be nice to have people at least know his name, but it wasn't really that big of an issue. He couldn't care less if people loved him or hated him, just so long they left him alone in peace. Derek wouldn't be, he knew. He would be badgering him all day long, and only to get a fight out of him. Get him in detention again. Or maybe simply for the amusement. Either way, he couldn't let Derek get the better of him. For Derek's sake, anyway.


"You wanna know what happened, Derek?" he plastered on a sweet smile, leaning towards him. "I got in a fight with my good old pal, and twin, Brendan. Now, you wanna know what I did to him, too, Derek? I could have put him in the hospital if I wanted to, really. But I didn't. Gave him a hell of a shiner though." Once done talking, he dropped the smile, and leaned back in his seat, his arms at his sides as he let out a long sigh.



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[animegirl20]

Roxie walked in and took a look around. "Well well! I see some new faces!" People new her rep she was known as a bully and someone you shouldn't mess with." She noticed Tomas was in detention to. "Well I heard about you. You gave your brother a nice shiner. Haha nice job by the way. I hate my older sister so feel for ya." ( @UnknownRunner ) She she sat down in the desk propping her feet up with her hands behind her head. "My my this should be fun." She said looking at the new faces.

 

[QueenCupCake]

Imogen didn't even bother to look at Derek to let him know. "I have a name, an its Imogen". She looked up at armin and giggled at his rather, unconventional, ways of trying to make peace.it wasn't going to work, no but still, he tried, that's more than anyone else was trying to do."and I'm not his body guard, seems to me like he doesn't need one" she said. She wasn't a huge fan of Thomas, seeing as how he never really seemed to notice anyone but himself but that wasn't such a big deal, maybe he was trying to stay under the radar from people like Derek, and she couldn't blame him for that

 

[Allina Auburn]

Lacey gripped the sides of her desk as Derek began to be passive aggressive with Thomas who had already come to the prison with bruises and scratches in many many places. Lacey tucked her part time job into her broken leather satchel and as she did so a small pencil rolled all the way inbetween the tense pair that was Derek and Thomas. Lacey was not like others everything counted and she needed it more than most would need a car. Lacey slowly stood her breathing shallow and walked for bending Down to get the item when she tripped her legs pooling down underneath her frame and her whole body shaking as she kept her head down. Embarrassment filled her with its green powder making her feel hot and flushed her head started to pound and another gunshot went off as another figure entered the room. A cold wave rised and softened over the cafeteria as the forever daunting Roxie walked in her voice almost spitting with hatred and envy.


@animegirl20

 

[Darth Oats]

An extremely exaggerated and obviously fake laugh left Derek's mouth as he finally heard Thomas's response. Derek decided to ignore the fact that the kid at the desk just decided to threaten him with lighting him on fire. The others in the room were merely feeling like having the guts to be bold considering they felt safe here. Luckily for the questionable serial killer at the front of the room, Derek didn't feel like fucking up his knuckles before basketball season. The painter girl responded with her name, Imogen. What kind of crazy ass name is that? Derek was starting to feel overwhelmed with the losers he was now apparently stuck with in here. He rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration. Derek was sure he was going to go crazy.


Finally, Derek decided to respond to Thomas. "Look man. I'm sure you gave him 'some shiner' in your little scuffle over your Hot Wheels cars. The point is, you still look like you got your ass beat." Derek leaned in closer and tried and make the appearance of consoling with his fellow student. Derek's hand rested on the back of Thomas's chair as he spoke with a lowered voice now. "Showing up in public with bruises and cuts all over ya doesn't do ya good when it comes to the ladies. It shows weakness. No girl likes having to worry about protecting a weak boyfriend, you know what I mean? They like to feel safe around you..." A smirk shot across Derek's face as he stood. "Just something to think about man." He let loose a heavy slap on Thomas's back. You know, for reinforcement. Before turning away from him and heading toward the door.


Having seen two new girls who also were too strange for his liking, Derek decided it was getting too crowded and he was just going to step out for a...bathroom break. Before opening the door, however, Derek glanced back one more time. This time catching a glimpse of the girl he couldn't see earlier. "Liv?" Derek turned from the door and made his way to Olivia's desk. He and Olivia had a....thing last summer after meeting at some party. It was never official, but he did have fun with her during the weeks that they hung out. He felt the burden of holding up his high school reputation was lifted when he was with her. He didn't have to be a douche, he could kind of try and be a better person to be around. After coming back to school though, Derek felt it was best that he didn't know her. She seemed to do the same. Agreeing openly with her girl friends if any of them decided to call him an asshole some days.


Having made it to her desk now, Derek squatted in front of it and looked up to her averting eyes. "Olivia? What the hell....why are YOU in here? You're always one of the good girls. Well...from what I see and hear at the lunch table at least." Derek glanced around shortly before returning his gaze to her face. Lowering his voice, he continued speaking to her, "Hey...it's getting kinda crowded in here. I was gunna take a vacation down to the gym. You think you'd wanna come with me? It'd give you some quiet time for your homework and all. Besides...do you really wanna be held up in here with these freaks all afternoon?"


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@UnknownRunner


@Everlasting

 

[Everlasting<3]

Olivia swallowed hard, trying to keep her attention focused on her work as he took his place in front of the desk she sat at. She finally looked him in the eyes, a small smile on her lips.


"Hi Derek. I was tardy a few too many times so they sent me here for a day. Nothing over the top." She looked back at her work for a moment before letting her eyes fix themselves back on him.


"I don't think that's such a good idea. You're going to get an earful if you get caught. Besides, I'm quite alright where I am right now." The brunette motioned at her work in front of her before returning to jot notes.


Olivia had to admit that it was difficult to say no to him. It probably would be much more peaceful and quiet. However, she felt as if there would be tension in the air, the two of them alone in a room, as large as their gym was. Maybe it would be much easier to stay where she was.


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[Darth Oats]

Her response was so cute. Professional, of course, but cute. 'Hi Derek'. He wanted to giggle and pinch her nose right then. He didn't however. Instead, Derek's face hardened as he clenched his jaw. The thin muscles beginning to poke out. Derek returned Olivia's sweet smile with one of his own for a moment before returning it to an unamused face. Derek stood before responding. "Oh Liv..." Derek rustled her soft brown hair a bit. "It's so nice to know you are looking our for my ears well being." He chuckled a bit before continuing. "Well...good thing I have two, right?!"


Derek turned abruptly and headed towards the door anyway. "Well if you change your mind, you know where to find me." He then cranked open the door and departed the classroom freakshow. Derek simply walked like he was supposed to be doing this and he wasn't questioned by anyone. Finally making it to the gym, Derek ran in and halfway expected his friends to still be around. Pshh who was he kidding? They were probably out getting beer for a party later. Derek shrugged and began a mission to search for a decent basketball somewhere.