Realistic or Modern Chapter One: Summer's End

[Koyuki]

F R E S H M E N

Freshmen are the newbies in the school and are at the bottom of the foodchain. They've just left middle school and have to learn a whole new survival system. They're chopped liver to the Seniors and have to find a way into a group, the right group. The ones that they belong in to be able to work their way up the foodchain. Good luck!


Freshmen = Verdana Font

S O P H O M O R E S

Sophomores are getting to know the survival skills of high school but still have a long way to go. They're under the Juniors that could eat them alive. If you haven't found out where you belong by now you're runnin' outta time. By the time you're in your Junior year you need to know who you are in high school or you're dead meat and put at the bottom of the foodchain again. Hope you're having fun!


Sophomores = Courier New Font

J U N I O R S

Juniors are the high schoolers getting ready to rule the school. Juniors are the nasty Sophomore eating beasts. By the time you reach this grade as you know you must know who your high school self is or you're placed back at the bottom of the foodchain. You have to be ready to rule if you want to be bumped up on the food chain. Are you ready to be a king?!


Juniors = Times New Roman Font

S E N I O R S

Seniors! Welcome to the very top! The Seniors have the most amazing privileges in the school. They're the rulers over all the school! So help them they will send you to the bottom if they have to! Freshmen are chopped liver, Sophomores are their stomping grounds, and Juniors are the kings in training. Your majesties welcome to your kingdom!


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Brook Grove Academy -

Brook Grove was founded in 1940 in London, England by two American college teachers named John Grove and James Brook. They were two very selfish men who lived for the thrill of their studies. So they decided to buy a property smack in the middle of London! They named it after themselves because they were so proud of what they had done. James lived longer than John had but they both died with the same passion that they started their friendship.

Regular Classrooms​

Science Classrooms

Dance Classrooms

Art Classrooms

Drama Classrooms

Auditorium

Cafeteria

((Tell me if I missed anything

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[*]All RpN rules apply


[*]No Mary-sue's/Gary-stu's


[*]No godmodding.


[*]Your character can be a bully but you can't.


[*]I hate one-liners people. Please try and avoid them!


[*]Highlight: Password - The First Names of The School


Founders!


[*]That is all! HaVe FuN fRiEnDs!

 

[Koyuki]

Koyuki updated Chapter One: ?Summer's End? with a new update entry:


Ready to Start

Hello!
We have enough people to start. Let's make a couple of things clear:


1) It's less than one month before the end of summer break. But more than two weeks. So about 4 days and two weeks.


2) Nearing the end of summer. Some people might be back to school shopping because they're either done with summer and have nothing else to do or they're great scholars.


Good Luck!

Read the rest of this update entry...

 

[Koyuki]

Koyuki updated Chapter One: ☀Summer's End☀ with a new update entry:


Hold up.

We need more girls and Seniors.
I've noticed that we don't have ANY Seniors and not that many girls.


No more guys until we get two more girls. Same goes for grades no other grades until we get two Seniors.

Read the rest of this update entry... 
Alec was sick of the place he called home. His brothers wouldn't back off and leave him be. Though he was the youngest out of 11 he never got a break. He had his own room and everything but still couldn't get away from them there. He wasn't going to be the youngest for much longer though. His mother was pregnant again with her 4th husbands child. Alec's family was driving him insane. His mother had sent him to England to live with his father for the school year. He didn't mind but he did have to leave the comfort he felt in Italy.


So there he sat in the car with his father in an awkward silence. Alec wasn't going to say anything unless his father asked him a question that required an answer besides yes or no. He pulled his backpack off the floor and pulled out his headphones and Ipod. He started blasting French Perfume by Great Big Sea through his headphones. It reminded him of his trip to Canada when he was six because well he knew that Great Big Sea was a Canadian band after all. He listened to different songs for about half an hour before his father tapped him on the shoulder.


Alec turned around pulling out his ear buds " Alec?" his father said keeping his eyes on the road. "Mhm?" he nodded his head slightly " I want you to know that I'm not with a woman," Alec looked at his father with curiosity " Mhm?" he nodded again before realizing what his father was saying. He was dating a guy, which meant: his father was gay. Alec focused his eyes away from his father. The man didn't seem like someone who would be gay but Alec didn't say anything he knew where he got his attraction to guys.


They stayed silent until his father asked a question " How's your mother?" he said with a monotonous voice. " Incinta (Pregnant)," as soon as he had said the word he covered his mouth " Is that so? 12th child right?" his father said before Alec nodded. Alec balled his hands into fists "Does she have a new husband? Or is the child like you?" he knew what his father meant by that. Alec was born by mistake he was a burden to his parents until he was actually born that is. His father and his mother were just dating when Alec was born. He didn't mind that he was an accident though most people would " Sposato nuovo (Married again)," he said before leaning back into his seat.


His father just nodded before he pulled into the driveway. Alec opened his door and grabbed his backpack closing it behind him. His father exited the car and walked to the trunk like Alec "Oh and Alec?" he looked at his father again " Remember you're not in Italy anymore," Alec's face turned red he hadn't noticed he was still speaking in Italian. He looked down as his father opened the trunk. Alec grabbed his suitcases and rushed to the front door which was open. He stood at the bottom of the stairs and sat down.


He was startled when he heard a voice from the left of him " Oh bonjour are you Monsieur Emary's son?" he turned and saw a young girl around his age with short dirty blonde hair and blue-ish green eyes. Alec looked away and nodded before hearing a laugh and feeling a tug on his ear " You know you're just like your father when you blush. Your ears turn red," she said before releasing his ear and sitting next to him.


His father walked through the door and smiled " I see you've met Joan," he said before Alec looked at Joan. " Lieto di vederla (Nice to meet you)," Alec said to Joan quietly " Alec remember english," his father said walking around the corner. " O-Oh scu- I mean s-sorry. Nice to meet you Joan," he mumbled looking away from her. " Remember your ears Alec," Joan said pinching the top of his ear.


((Sorry it's so long I got carried away.))

 

[MarkNorbert]

The door swung open as hr took a step inside his house, the unmistakable red brick house which he called home for all his life, sixteen years, to be more clear. From within, a warm and calm voice called out, then appeared from a room, revealing herself. A 5'9'' tall woman with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a beautiful smile, with her casual look, a pair of classic jeans with a blue t-shirt. She jogged happily towards him only to quickly grab the white bag of vegetables from his hand, to plant a kiss on his forehead and to turn on her heels to walk back from where she came from. Right before disappearing from his line of sight, she turned to him with a smile. "Thank you sweetheart." she said, then disappeared. Murmuring a 'you're welcome mom', he proceeded climbing the stairs, then took a left and another left to walk into his room.


Upon opening the door, his room was revealed. A clean and organized room, with one color, -all his room was in one color, the furniture, the bed's pillows, blankets, everything-, blue. The only different colors were his desk's chair, TV, laptop and the smirking wide guy looking at him, with a brown sweater, black jeans and, ironically, blue socks. "What's up Issac!?" the guy yelled. "You sure have a bad habit in invading people's privacy, do you, Alex?" Issac asked, rather amused, a smile popping up on his face. Walking towards his bed, Issac threw himself on it, face-down, then turned around, laying on his back.


"Oh, don't mind me." Alex said, with a smirk. "By the way, I managed to pass the Circle of Magi level on Origins.". Issac turned his face at Alex, narrowing his eyes on him. "You picked the choices I told you?" he asked. With a nod, Alex turned on Issac's laptop. "Mate, you could have just lowered the difficulty if you really wanted to pass that level." Alex suggested, but Issac ignored him.


Then, silence. It wasn't that type of awkward silence, no, it was one of those peaceful ones, which they enjoyed a lot, while just doing what they want, without disturbing each other one. "School is starting." Alex broke the silence after a couple of minutes, earning himself a groan from Issac. "So, you gonna ask her out this year?" he asked, making Issac choke. The only thing he could even choke on was his own saliva, which was rather annoying, especially for Issac. Between the chokes and his patting over his chest, he kept saying no.


"Oh come on, why not? Mate, you kept bragging how you were going to ask her on a date. You kept doing that for the whole year and you didn't even talked with her once! You gotta keep your promises, mate, or nobody will trust your word in the future.". Alex scolding Issac. It was nothing odd, Alex proved to be the more wise one in this relationship with Issac, as his best friend. "I'm not going to ask her out. She doesn't like me." Issac replied. Alex, turning the laptop, turned to Issac. "Did she told you that?" he asked him, earning a shook from Issac. "See, there you have it. You don't know if she likes you. She might like you. If you want to know if she likes you, then ask her, stop lurking around.".


"The same way you're doing with that girl with blue hair?" Issac fired back. "What's her name? Oh, Memphis.". Alex quickly responded with an angry tone. "Don't go there, mate.". But Issac was going there. "Oh, Memphis, Meeeeeeeeeeeemphis." Issac said. "I was drunk then! Stop it!". Without any more hesitation, Alex jumped on Issac's bed, grabbed a pillow and began hitting Issac. "I love you. I loooooveeee you.". They kept fighting on and on until they got tired, both laying on his bed, eyes on the ceiling. "I hate you." was what Alex whispered to Issac.


(Uh, I hope you won't mind this ShadowMoses. The idea just popped into my head while I was replying, so I thought I'd go along with it)

 

[Gh0st]

The sounds of Shoot To Thrill by AC/DC echoed through the small and fairly empty apartment. There were no pictures on the wall or much furniture to begin with at all only a couch in the living room with a small TV in front of it. Some would say that it looked as if a teenager lived there by himself, and they'd be correct. Dean Winchester, originally from New York, had just moved in at the beginning of the summer. Due to his aunt's work, she was always traveling leaving the place to himself.


Laying on the couch, bored out of his mind, Dean was staring at the ceiling as he listened to the music play. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a clock on the wall and realized he was going to be late for the sale. Since the beginning of drummer, Dean had been working at the local coffee shop where he played live music. It was a good job, and due to the shop's popularity, being a hang out spot, he of to play for a lot of people. Using money from his job and some given to him by his aunt, he


had planned on buying a car today on a sale. However, if he didn't hurry he'd get there too late.


Jumping out of the couch, Dean ran into his room. He quickly slipped on some dark, worn jeans and an unbuttoned, plaid shirt to reveal a white v-neck shirt underneath. Slipping on his old, beaten, and black combat boots, Dean walked out of his room. He walked into the kitchen where he grabbed his butterfly knife and stuck it into his boot. Walking up to the door, Dean slipped on his brown, faded leather jacket (seen in my character picture) and grabbed his guitar which he placed on his back, it's black strap going across his chest. He loved his light brown guitar and went nearly everywhere with it.


"Sammy! We gotta go, boy, come on!" Dean yelled out after turning off the music, the clear American accent a bit bizzare in a place like England. When there was no response, he rolled his eyes and whistled loudly. A full grown, grey Siberian Husky with honey brown eyes like himself ran out a room and to Dean's side. Sammy had been under Dean's care since he was a pup and Dean was a boy. They had grown up together. Petting the old companion his, he gave him a treat before opening the door and heading out.

 

[BlackRose]

Luna and Sol.


Sol awoke to the sunlight peeking in through the window of his and Luna's apartment bedroom. The two slept in different beds side by side like they've always done since they were 10. Sol stretched a bit before removing himself from bed and peering over at his still sleeping sister. She was hugging the pillow that was glued to her cheek as she slept peacefully.


Sol smiled before walking down the small set of steps and going off to wash up. 15 minutes later Sol was dressed and in the kitchen cooking pancakes with his blonde hair still slightly damp. Meanwhile Luna was still snuggling her pillow as she dreamt of dancing Marionette on stage before billions and billions of people wowing them with the graceful yet puppet like movements of her body. Showing them that the music is her puppeteer gently tugging at her strings as she danced.


Her dream came to a end when Sol was hovering over her ear whispering, " Luna darling it's time to wake up dear." Luna's eyes snapped open. Some days she absolutely despised her brother, and today started off as one of those days. She glared at her brother before saying in her soft voice that didn't at all suit her broiling blood, "Sol! I hate you! I can't believe you would 1. Ruin the best dream of my life or 2. Wake me up in the most disgusting way! Go rot in hell or something! Just disappear." She said softly before plopping her face back into her pillow.


Sol just grinned and said, "Let me guess that dream was the Marionette dream. Right." He stated cheekily. Luna looked at him send daggers at him with her eyes before whispering, "...How did you know..." Sol smiled and tapped her nose, "We're twins remember or did you forget?" Luna smirked and said, "No I didn't realize my brother was some creepy stalker." She said before hopping up from bed with a smile and darting for the restroom. Sol shook his head before heading back to the kitchen.


35 minutes later the two were seated at the counter within their London apartment, eating pancakes made by Sol. Luna topped here with blueberries while Sol topped his with peaches. "So what do you wanna do today?" Sol questioned already having an idea. Luna smiled and said, "I still haven't fully forgiven you yet for interrupting me and my dreams so I don't care nor do I know about you but I am going off to the dance studio I saw not too far from the park to dance there for a while then I'll go to the park and chill before dancing by the fountain there ." She smiled before popping her final piece of pancake in her mouth as Sol did the same.


The two went off to clean their dishes and wipe off the counter. "Well my dear moon we shall go together." Sol stated as he rinsed out the sponge he used to wipe the counter off. "Well my beautiful Sun you must hurry because I'm leaving. Like now." Luna said already walking out the door with her dance bag on her shoulder and her sneakers on. Sol raced after her slipping on a pair of flip-flops on the way out. He locked the door and down the elevator and out the the door the went.


(Sorry for the late reply. I was busy cleaning my apartment before going back to college)

 

[Sea]

BREE NELSON//16//2031569

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Bree woke up to the sun, the luscious and warm rays that fell upon her in a deep slumber. She groggily woke up and let her arm fling to one side to perhaps hit the alarm clock to silence it. Unfortunately and expectedly, her aim was way off and her wrist hit the side of the nightstand. "Ow." She groaned and opened her eyes to locate the alarm clock before reaching under her bed to pull the plug. "Alarms clocks are evil." She sighed and got up, rubbing her eyes and heading to the bathroom.


When she came out of the bathroom, she went downstairs to the kitchen. Her mom had already eaten and had left a plate of for her. She ate it silently, mumbling answers to whatever questions were thrown at her. She wasn't talkative or particularly happy in the mornings and anyone who had seen her at breakfast was sure to take note. After eating, she went over the couch, letting her cat jump onto her lap.


She felt very relaxed lying on the couch, one hand texting from her phone and the other petting her grey cat. The television was on, blaring out the week's weather forecast, but no one in the house seemed to be listening. Her dad was sick in bed, and her mom hadn't headed off to work yet. She giggled as she received another picture from a friend, one showing them both dressed up in a department store. It was from October and she had been more than willing to participate in anything that came her way, a freshman that secretly hoped her charm would allow her to work her way up the social ladder. However, if she hadn't become a popular she would've been perfectly fine with the decision as long as she still had friends to hang out with.


Her mom looked her. "What are you laughing at? It's not a boy, is it?" Her parents were always expecting her to bring home a boyfriend, as if she was dating five or six at the same time. She always denied having the slightest bit of a love life. Sure, some people liked her and she didn't exactly dislike them, but she just didn't want to be in a relationship just yet. She hadn't met anyone she felt herself gravitating towards. "No, Mom. Gosh, you think everything is about boys, don't you?" Her mom rolled her eyes. "Your friend Emily seems to be boy-crazy."


She ignored the comment and continued to text a few friends before the setting the black cell phone down on the living room's coffee table's counter. However, her break was short lived as her friend texted back. Smiling, she grabbed her phone in an addictive way and replied back. "You know, if you keep that up, we're going to have to take that evil little phone away from you." She scrunched up her nose and glanced at her mom. "You wouldn't. I need this phone in emergencies sometimes. What if I'm in trouble?" She heard a low muttering in reply and chuckled in satisfaction.


She got up abruptly to go to her room and get dressed for the day, causing her cat to leap off of her lap in surprise. "Sorry, Pansy. I have to get ready." She had chosen an outfit (linked above) yesterday in case she had woken up late, but luckily that hadn't happened. She brushed her red hair, the week old dye still lasting grandly. She put on her black hat, slung her bag over one shoulder, and went back downstairs, gracefully skipping down.

 

[Castellan]

CRASH|Duncan Paulson|Senior


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Crash brought a hand to his face, blocking the sun from his eyes. The morning light that shone down blinded him more than usual as he brought the curtains to a close in front of him. Letting out a loud yawn and stretching his limbs, Crash absentmindedly moves his hand to scratch the skin of his cheek, staring off into space. With finality, Crash leaves his bedroom, heading downstairs to the kitchen where his mother sits behind a stove and his father stares harshly into a newspaper. His mother is the one who glances at him when he takes a seat beside his father.


"Morning, honey." She greets, getting a yawn in response from her son. "What time do you have work today, Duncan?"


Crash rests his head in his hand, a bored and half irritated look on his face. "Noon." Most people wouldn't even recognize Crash in the morning. His personality took a total three-sixty, making him a normal irritated holier-than-thou teenager. When the clock finally hit eleven A.M., he would respond with his regular demeanor and a smile, but any time sooner was worthy of avoidance.


"I think this job is good for you. You've been up and working since last year instead of laying around and doing nothing all summer." His father pipes up, spiking anger in Crash's stomach. He turns to glare at his father who responds with an equally heated look. Crash's mother interrupts by sliding two plates under Crash and his father, getting the attention of both men to leave each other and change to their food.


"It would've been nice, you know, to have a few days to calm down after the school year." Crash continues, slicing a pancake with the side of his fork.


His father scoffs. "Life doesn't stop to 'calm down.' Welcome to the real world... with responsibilities."


Crash hated when his father talked like that to him, like he was just some burn out who never worked for anything in his life. He had an almost perfect school average the previous years, earned by a lot of sleepless nights, and a scholarship already lined up to a nice college back in America. It wasn't like school was his only thing to worry about either. He had sports, a couple of them to be precise, ones that would begin soon, and a part-time job to juggle as well. He wasn't sure what about his life brought his father to the conclusion that he was lazy, but it sure pissed him off.


"You know, Dad, these talks with you always make me want to break something. That's truly something special."


"Duncan! Don't talk to your father like that." His mother butts in, a stern look on her face to convey her sincerity. Crash gives one last heated glance at his father and quiets down.


It didn't take him long to get ready for work, dressed in a cashier's uniform for a local drugstore, with his name pinned to his chest. He ran his fingers over the name that stared back at him in the mirror. He wanted it off, to scratch it out and write his nickname in its place. It was the only thing he took with him from America. It was all he had left of his old life. With a sigh, composing of both exhaustion and defeat, Crash heads out the door, his car keys in hand.

 

[two]

Samantha Ivy Smith ||

outfit || Sydney


"Kiddo It's time to wake up, London here we come!" Her brother said softly as he poked in her cheek with his finger. Samantha, awake now, couldn't help it to smile. Since she can remember he brother always woke her up by poking somewhere in her face. She slowly came out of bed and walked to the bathroom for a quick shower. Today was the day that she and her brother were going to move out to London. Everything was planned with some help from her grandma. After the shower she pulled on her clothes, grabbed her backpack with the last things in it and walked down stairs.

Now you're probably wondering why she's moving out while she's only 16. That's kind of a long story, so long story short: Her parents weren't the nicest persons on earth. Definitely not. Samantha and her brother Finn were treated like shit, why is a good question. But since Finn is 18 and old enough to move out he decided to buy a house in London from the money he saved and a part from Samantha's money. He didn't want to leave her behind alone so it was a good idea to move her with him. He didn't have a girlfriend anyway so no trouble. Their parents didn't want to help either so their grandma did. Sadly they have to leave Australia, friends and other family behind. But for his new job was it easier to move to London.


After a bus ride and 10 minutes in a traffic jam they finally arrived at the airport. Finn checked in fastly while Samantha searched for the gate they had to go to. She shove her sunglasses up in her hair Gate 7 alright that's to the left. "Finn I'm so excited!! A fresh new start in an amazing city" She said as they were running to the gate and hoping they still could make it in time. "Me too, but it's not the time to talk. We have to run faster!" They both laughed before entering the gate. Luckily they were still on time, but they had to sprint the last part to the airplane. In the airplane they took a seat next to an old man where Finn already had a whole conversation with.


She didn't had to worry about her friends because yesterday they hold a whole party for her. She was definitely going to miss her friends, but she would make new friends at her new school. And of course she wouldn't stop texting and skyping with her old friends! She grabbed her mackbook and started to edit the last rid of the pictures she made. She didn't had to worry about her luggage and other stuff because that was already placed in the new house.
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[PKCV2]

Pulsating lights caused the whole scene to become choppy. Every time the lights came back everyone was in a different position, every one of these dancing fools looked as if they were part of a stop-motion picture, the seizure-worthy light show being the base to this all. The blaring music was met with frantic fist pumping, jumping, headbanging, erotic dancing, and any other general raving. As crazy as this seemed, each move was executed with precision, matching with the beat of the music...Tali was no exception. The quiet girl was dancing as if there was no tomorrow, the friend she brought along enjoying himself just as much.


The music switched gears, a brutal and steady beat that called for headbanging on a level that risked whiplash and then...water.


Cold water rained down on Tali, who was gasping for air as usual. Cold showers were the best way to shake any night jitters but she never got used to the suddenness once she turned the knob.


A good 10 minutes later and Tali's bare feet slapped against the tile floor, the slightly cold material sending small shocks through her feet, a welcome feeling. She finished drying her hair and tied it back to her usual ponytail, her bangs swept to the side and away from her eyes.


With one last check in the mirror she walked back into her bedroom, a small, box-like room. Her bed settled across the room and against the wall, various posters covered two of four walls, and the faint sounds of American Psycho sounded from her television. Switching off the movie she moved over to the clothing spread across her bed.


Slipping on the black jeans and simple white T-shirt, she exited her room and to the kitchen where her parents sat. Food was laid out but Tali only grabbed a cup of coffee, quickly downing it.


"So...you're really going to do it huh? Just don't overdo it honey...you got the rest of your life ahead of you and you don't need to rush." Her father spoke with a hint of concern in his voice.


Tali only nodded. Up until yesterday her parents insisted on not finding a job. Their argument being that a job would only ruin her early years, they years she should devote to having fun and being young...if only they knew about her night activities. Begging since she turned 16, they finally relented because of their daughter's sudden assertion, the uncharacteristic anger flowing from her mouth was what proved to her parents that she really wanted a job.


Her mother placed a hand on Mr. Hale's shoulder, giving him a look g reassurance to him and Tali.


"Don't worry baby...she'll do just fine. Won't you?" She shot a wink at Tali who had finished her coffee.


"Yeah...yeah I need to go now. Be back for dinner!" She was already out the door, swatting away her 15 year old brother.

 

[plumeriaprincess]

Lina | Senior |

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Lina had her face pressed up against the window, looking out at the very grey but very beautiful view of England around her. The scenery blended together in such a way Lina liked; reminded her of home, where the trees stood on the hill as a whole, and you couldn't really pick out an individual tree. She had used to come here as a child because of her parents divorce, but now she was here for good. She had decided, that she would finish school in England and go to Manchester University for college. Her mother was wistful as she left, but accepted and supported Lina's decisions, which Lina was grateful for.


Soon enough, her father took a turn down a road, a road that curved and twisted before rolling into a driveway; the sound of the gravel being crushed under tires heavily audible. The second she was able to, she steadily threw open the door, slinging her backpack over her back as she met her dad at the trunk to gather her bags. They each took some as she followed him into the house she had stayed in many times before. She followed him up the staircase and down the hall to her room, and as he entered, she stated, "That's good. Here. Thanks dad."


He crossed over to Lina and sighed, embracing her tightly. "I love you kiddo. Can't believe my little girl is gonna be a senior," he murmured against the crown of her head as he pressed a kiss there. She mumbled a 'I love you too,' back as he pulled away, smiling like the proud father he is at her. He then left, leaving Lina to unpack. But instead of packing, she pulled her phone out of her pocket, flopping onto her back on the bed, beginning to check her social media.


Lina soon got bored, and found herself craving tea as she closed her eyes. She wanted the scalding mug in her hands, keeping them warm, and to taste the sweet, sweet tea as it ran over her tongue and down her throat. She longed for the calming feeling she got when drinking it. Most people had obsessions, Lina's was tea. She found it stress-relieving and perfect any time of the year/day. Finally, Lina got up and began to unpack, but not before she plugged in her IHome and put on 'Happy Little Pill.'

 

[BlackRose]

Sol and Luna.


The twins strolled out their apartment only to see another teen leaving his with a husky at his side. Sol smiled brightly as Luna smile softly at the male. The two waved at him before Luna decided to give Sol the slip. She knew Sol would probably start chatting with the stranger in an attempt to add a new friend to his list. So Luna quietly waved goodbye and snuck down the stairs leaving her brother behind.


After reaching the bottom of the stairs that seemed to be infinite Luna walked out the door of the building and stepped out into the bright new day ahead of her. She instantly allowed her feet to walk down the sidewalk of the bustling streets filled with Brits and tourists, heading to the dance studio she saw when they first moved to London a few days ago.


She missed Manhattan already, sure she was standing within a busy city that's the Britons version of the city, but it wasn't the same. It just felt different for her. She missed walking out her apartment and living only two blocks away from Broadway. She missed the foul scents of smoke, the sad sights that played before her eyes, the crime, and the drama. Within the city she felt as if she could see everything in color, yet in London it seemed as if everything were placed before her in a dull tone of black and white.


She missed Manhattan although she's only been gone for 4 days, only four days ago had she and Sol moved into their apartment, began decorating it, unpacking their items, only four simple days ago had the twins begun a new life with hopes that maybe things would turn for the better.


After walking five blocks away Luna arrived to the dance studio. She waltzed right inside and the middle aged woman, who's face had wrinkles of wisdom and experience, granted her a hour of dancing alone in one of the empty studio rooms. She thanked the woman and entered one of the spacious rooms.


As soon as she entered the room she began setting up for her to dance she removed her phone and portable speaker set from her dance bag before dropping her bag down directly next to a wall. She plugged in the speakers to her phone and hit the play button to her hip-hop playlist. She was going to break dance for half a hour to loosen herself up. As soon as the music began playing the Raven haired girl began moving. It was as if something possessed her, music was taking control of her body as her adrenaline pumped blood throughout her body.


Meanwhile the boy with sun kissed hair had begun to happily try to chat with his and Luna's new neighbor. "Hi I'm Sol and my sister Luna and I just moved in earlier this week!" He said before noticing Luna already disappeared. He pouted before restoring his smile and continuing to chatter, "As you can see my sister gave me the slip which probably means she's off dancing somewhere. Anyway we just moved here from New York. What's your name? Are you from here?" He rambled on as his New York accent flowed out with the sound of his voice.


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Luna in the studio.

Glimpse of the twins apartment.

 

[Gh0st]

As Dean made his way through the streets, while Sam followed along, a boy with blonde hair approached him. At first, he was lost in his own thoughts of worry about the sale to notice the boy. However, after a few seconds of silence, Dean realized he had been talking to him.


"Dean. No, I'm from New York. Listen, you seem nice and all, but I'm not the 'bake pies for people' kind of neighbor'. I gotta go do something, if you wanna come along I won't stop you" he told the boy named Sol the same hard look that he always wore on his face on him now.


After several minutes later, Dean finally arrived at the place. Unfortunately, it looked like he was too late. The junkyard appeared to be scrapped clean of any kind of working car. No matter where he looked, all he found were old pieces of garbage.


"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled out as he came to the realization that he had been to late. However, he had worked too hard to stop now, he would get his car. Walking up yo the owner, Dean said, "What do you have left?".


"Nothing, mate, sorry. All that's left are spare parts and beaters. You'd be lucky to find something that could run." the man told him, being honest with the boy yet feeling bad as well.


Out of the corner of his eye, Dean spotted something, a car that had been covered with a tarp and it had gathered dust. Walking over, he threw the tarp off to find the perfect car for him.


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"This one, I'll take this one" Dean automatically said, no doubt in his mind.


"Oh, I forgot about her. Listen you don't want that one. The damn this is missing parts like you wont believe. No one even tries to fix her up after they look at her more closely. Hell, I'll even sell it to you really cheap if you take it" the man told him. Dean opened the hood and immediately understood whathe meant, it was missing a large amount of parts. Determined to fix it, he bought it anyway.


Turning towards the boy from before, Dean said, "Make yourself useful and help me out, I gotta push this all the way back to my apartment". He opened the front door and let Sammy climb inside. Opening the trunk with the new keys, Dean put his guitar inside and slammed it shut. Then he placed both of his hand on the backof the car and began to push with all that he had.

 

[BlackRose]

Sol and Luna.


Seeing that this guy was pretty rude Sol frowned. But seeing that he must've been focused on whatever it was that he had to do that day made Sol think for a minute. He decided to tag along with his new neighbor. He followed the guy not paying his swearing any mind down to the junk yard. As Dean went off to find a car Sol basically just faded into the background as he patiently waited for him to be done with whatever he was doing.


He looked at the abundance of trash piled up into numerous mountains filled with now unwanted items. Clothes, toys, old rusted machine parts, and even old food boxes were there. A large rat scurried past Sol but the boy shrugged as he was use to seeing roaches and rats, he practically grew up with the creatures. He saw Dean open the hood of a black car, he glanced to see what was under the hood and noticed the substantial amount of parts missing. Moments later he saw that Dean was acknowledging him and was telling him to help out.


He walked to the back of the car and began to push the car with all his strength as well. It didn't really phase Sol too much since he had a lot of upper and lower body strength, as well as quite a large amount of endurance and stamina mixed into the equation. As he pushed the car with Dean heading back to the building he asked, "So what are you gonna do about the missing parts? Are you just going to buy them off of someone or do you think you can find some back at the junkyard?" He asked.


Meanwhile Luna stopped break dancing for a bit and was taking a two minute water break before she would change and dance ballet for her remaining half hour. She picked up her phone and texted Sol just to let him know when and where the two could meet up. 'Sol, I'm at the dance studio right now and in about another 30-35 minutes I'll be heading to the park. Meet me by the North Entrance. K?' She hit send before setting her phone back on the ground beside where she was seated.


Moments later she slipped off her hip-hop clothes revealing the leotard she wore beneath it and she was beginning to delicately lace the soft silky material the ribbons of her ballet slippers were made of around her ankles. Although she was pretty short, her legs were exceptionally long for someone her height, and she used them to her advantage, dancing was a tremendous part of the girl. She was the definition of a dancer.


She arose from where she was seated and hit the play button on her phone so the room could be filled with the sound of music as she gracefully flowed with the sound, expressing the meaning of the song through physical movements. She smiled gently as she began to move freely to the music, proving that she is nothing more than a pure puppet of the sounds, moving gracefully playing along to the tune.

Sol heard his phone begin to play a alert tone from within his pocket as he and Dean began to near their destination telling him that someone sent him a message. He already knew that it must've been Luna after all, if his friends wanted to talk to him they would've called him instead of texting him. He smiled at the thought and began to pick up his pace as he continued to push the car.