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Dollars and Dimes
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Life sucks when you're a teenager. You go through changes in your mind and in your body. You're pressured to grow up even when you don't want to yet. And everything is so stressful that you need to find outs.
This roleplay will deal with the struggles a teen goes through from - Dysfunctional families, mental illness (such as depression, eating disorders and bipolar disorder), adolescent sexuality, gender identity,substance abuse, death and bullying. Of course, the roleplay does revolve around good things as well. The accomplishments. And the bumps one has to go over to get there. This is pretty much a high school roleplay but with a twist!
I am looking for even genders, and if they are uneven then LGBTQ+ characters are fine!
Please have good grammar and punctuation. I require 6+ sentences per paragraph, and 2+ paragraphs per post. Thank you! Let me know if you're interested, and invite friends! Serious inquiries only please!
When we get 6 or more characters I will post the character sheet!
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The Party

The music is blaring, people are dancing, alcohol is being passed around. These things could only mean one thing - there's a party going on. Now, kick back, relax, and do your best to have fun! Grab a drink and stay a while!

 

[Daddy Dustin]

Murmured voices mingled together, loud music rising to a crescendo as bodies slick with sweat twined together, gyrating to the rhythmic beat pulsing through the room. Erik stood amid a group of his peers, a lackey positioned on each side of him. His eyes scoured the room, searching in desperation for a single individual he was even the least bit fond of. When none was forthcoming, he squared his shoulders in an effort to fight off the building disappointment, a sigh escaping from his tightly clasped lips. Coming to this party had been the least of his concerns, but he had felt it only necessary to socialize. Though he inwardly cursed at himself for falling prey to such trivial desires. Galavanting about with inebriated teenagers wasn't high on his list of priorities, but he felt it necessary to gain a bit of insight on the inner workings of the social construct. His nose upturned, he once again caught himself searching the room for a familiar face. A female approached, dressed scantily clad in a shirt that emphasized her large breasts and a skirt that failed to cover any more than the cheeks of her bottom. Her words, when she spoke, were slurred though she didn't let this deter her. "Hey cutie." He did no more than grunted a response, his gaze clashing with her own before he tore his away. First and foremost, women were the least of his concern. Even if he had been straight, he would refuse to prey upon someone under the influence.

She had continued to speak, but he paid her little heed. Noting his lack of attention, she huffed under her breath and crossed her arms under her chest, hoping to captivate him with the sight of her breasts on display. "I'm not interested." He said, interrupting her as she started up again on another tirade about whatever she thought necessary to go on about. He could barely interpret a word she said. He did catch the murmured "bastard," under her breath as she stormed off, but he shrugged off her words and instead focused solely on appearing unaffected by his surroundings. He prided himself on coming across foreboding, and on most occasions he succeeded. One of his lackeys walked off, only to reappear a few moments later with a drink in tow. A scowl marred Eriks features, brows drawn together as he stared him down. He had not given permission for them to go off and participate in the evenings festivities. His annoyance swelled. He could not comprehend how anyone would enjoy the current going-ons. The lackey on his right reached out, slapping the cup from the other ones grip with a growl. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He inquired,
belligerent in his line of questioning. "I got myself a drink. The fuck did it look like? Sure as hell not standing about like a lame shit with a boot up my ass." The other replied. The two squabbled back and forth, but just as he had with the woman before them, Erik tuned them out.

Though his expression was neutral, he couldn't help but release a small snicker. This night was unfolding to be more interesting than he had dared to hope. If he was lucky, the two beside him would throw fists at one another and break into a full on brawl. He wasn't the least bit concerned about their safety. After all, Erik cared little about anyone other than himself and his own well-being. As if he had spoken aloud, both heads swiveled in his direction, eyes wide with shock. "Did you just laugh?" They asked in unison, unable to hide their astonishment at the peculiar behavior. He answered them with a shrug, uncaring of the consequences. Their fight seemingly forgotten, they continued to stare at him, their astonishment evident.

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[MapleMaster]

Music blared through loud speakers, some electronic beat that made Marcus' chest thump with the rhythm. Flashing colored lights blinded him as he tried to scan the room for any remote places. There was a thick smell of alcohol, weed, and sweat that stayed no matter where he went. Mobility was greatly reduced from the sheer mass bodies swaying and dancing. Pushing and squeezIng through tiny cracks among the crowd, he manged to prop himself up against a wall in a slightly quieter corner. He watched as people of high and low social status drank and do things that they'll regret once morning broke. Granted he too held a bottle of beer, but this one was untouched and forced onto him by an intoxicated teen.

Why did I come here? He wondered as he scanned the room for anyone he might know. Truth be told he knew almost everyone there. Not at a personal level, but he could identify who they were and what they were. Just from his spot in the house, he could tell there was no one of drinking age in sight. It was as if he was watching animals in the wild. Most girls, scantily dressed in little clothing, stayed in packs or split up when they found prey. On the opposite side of the spectrum, most guys downed cheap beer and wobbled around for a potential mate. Either way both genders would go home and hate themselves when they awoke.

Marcus released a sigh, he was different than these people. He was too much of a 'model citizen', as described by his principal on multiple occasions. There was no way in hell he could ever be what was in front of him. No sex til eighteen, no alcohol til twenty-one and no drugs, ever. He began to contemplate if he should leave, but that was shot down by the idea of people watching. So Marcus stood, staring at somewhat familiar faces get wasted on anything and everything.

 

[erzulie]

"Life if tricky baby, stay in your magic..." ​

Thaddeus "Thad" Obafemi​

Thaddeus arrived at the party with a group of his friends. How they managed to convince him to come to this party he would never know. It was one of those nights where Thaddeus felt like being alone, content with being left with only his thoughts to keep him company. His musing had been interrupted by the sound of his phone going off. He had been placed in a group message with his friends. They were urging him to attend the party with them because lately their friend seemed a little down. Thaddeus could understand why they would worry. He had been acting out of it, at least to them he was. In all reality they were witnessing a side of himself that he tried to keep hidden. In the end Thaddeus agreed to come. He felt bad for making them worry and he figured that this would get them off of his back. It was a win-win situation.

So here he was, standing in the door way of some stranger's house. He walked in further so that he wasn't just standing in the door and staring off into space. He watched as the people danced to the beat of the music. They looked like one being with they way they were pressed together, an entity of sweaty flesh and groping hands. Thaddeus didn't feel like dancing. He didn't feel like doing anything right now. When he friends noticed his body language he willed himself to relax. His smiled seemed genuine to the untrained eye. He assured them that he was fine. Thad headed to the table to get a drink, he wanted to loosen up a little. He wanted to run away from all of his problems, even if it was just for tonight.

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Interactions: Open
Location: The Party | Living Room

Spoiler: Outfit

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Lexy Michelle Campbell

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Lexy silently stood outside of the party, a smoke between her fingers. She loved parties, she loved the smell, the sounds. She loved the dancing and the "love" being thrown around. They helped her forget by allowing her to live in the moment. Dropping the butt of the smoke onto the ground, she made her way into the party with the smallest of smiles splayed on her lips.
It didn't take her long to find herself a drink, and some sort of pill to take with it. This is how it is with her. She gets drunk, she forgets, then she wakes up to the hell she lives all over again. It never changed. But at least she had her time for a little while.
Pretty much ignoring everyone, the girl got lost in her hallucinations, dancing and swaying her hips with the music blaring through the speakers. But with her high, everything seemed muffled. The taking of the party goers, the glass breaking, people fighting. All she could hear was the music as she took a gradual sip of her drink. This is how she liked to forget.
Location: Living room of the party
Interacting: No one.

Spoiler: Outfit

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"...a blessing and a curse..."

CRASH.

There was silence, and then the sound of feet angrily storming up stairs. Shoving open her door, Bella walked into her room and slammed the door shut behind her. "Stupid bitch." She muttered, talking about her mother. Her mother had tried to say she wasn't allowed to go to this party, but Bella didn't care. She'd already caused the woman to back down and go into her room to retreat from their fight; she wouldn't stop the blonde from walking out of the house. Besides, she was already ready, and she wasn't about to waste a good outfit. Glancing down at her leather skirt and dark purple off the shoulder top, she noticed her feet were bare. Not an issue. She found the latest heels she'd bought-- on her mothers credit card because hers was maxed-- and slid her feet into them.

In the kitchen, things were quiet. Bella paused for a moment, then shrugged. "See ya." She spoke in a normal tone, grabbing her keys from where she'd thrown them on the counter earlier. The fight was already gone from her mind, even as she stepped over the broken glass from the bowl she'd thrown. She knew it would get cleaned up anyway. It wasn't her fault. Locking the door behind her, she headed for her old jeep and drove the twenty or so minutes to the party. Once there, she parked on the street, frowning at the fact she had to walk a little further because she was late. "Thanks mom." She muttered, hopping out and heading for the house.

She didn't see anyone she knew yet, but that didn't mean they weren't there. With the music pounding in her ears, she wove through the people to get a drink. Once she had one, she wove through them again, just trying to look and see who was around. She didn't mean to bump into him.

| Mentions: Daddy Dustin | Location: The party | Feeling: Ready to party!

Spoiler: Outfit

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Marnie Rivers

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Marnie wasn't exactly the most excited right now. Being as quiet and shy as she was compared to her brother and close friends parties weren't here scene until she was very very intoxicated. When they pulled up she looked over at her brother nervously. "You know, if I can't find Lexy I'm gonna cramp your style" the younger of the two siblings had a very quiet and gentle voice that when she was talking to knew people also featured a stutter, hence why parties aren't her favourite place. Jumping out of the truck she hugged an arm around herself and headed into the party, keeping her head down as she followed closely behind her brother nervously to the kitchen which just had a table full of liquor.
She let Mason make her drink, taking a sip before cringing lightly at the stinging taste of the alcohol, glancing down and checking her phone to see if she had a text from Lexy. Lexy equally didn't talk much so friendship was simple between the two of them, though Lexy was more comfortable getting high and actually dancing and such at parties. Sighing lightly she looked down at her outfit, fiddling with it slightly around her small frame. She didn't like to draw attention to herself so her clothes were usually pretty neutral, plus she wasn't one for showing off her body so everything was kept pretty over sized. Glancing back to her brother, her eyes went a little wide for a moment as she realized he was gone, probably off talking to 20 different people or something. 'Perfect' she sighed leaning against the counter meekly, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone.

Outfit

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Mason Rivers

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Mason on the other hand was excited for the party, he hadn't been exactly having the best week and he needed to go numb, even just for a couple hours. His aunt had a new man, he was a known drug dealer who had a bit of an aggression problem (Masons also seen him around while he's been dealing). Well the day before he pushed Marnie into the wall as he walked past, now Marnie would never complain he knew that but with how tiny she was he knew it did some extra damage. Nothing serious but he had seen his younger sister rubbing her arm little while later. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do anymore.
Once inside he walked to the kitchen, not being bothered by Marnies close follow on him, he knew how she felt about these things but it was better for her to get out then stay cooped up. After mixing him and her a drink he looked around, glancing at the group of people dancing he shrugged to him self. "I'm gonna go dancing!" He said not checking to see if the shorter girl heard before he meshed in with the condensed group of people. Once in the crowd he bumped into a girl who looked a little too happy, who then slipped him a small pill with a lightening bolt stamped into it, without hesitation he knocked it back. This should be a fun night.

Outfit

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[Tao]

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Alex arrived late to the party, only deciding to stop in because he had happened to be riding his motorcycle past and saw all of the cars outside. He usually liked going to parties, not because he want to get wasted, but because if nothing else they proved a fun distraction. He turned off his cycle and walked inside, adjusting his leather jacket and going to the kitchen to grab a drink.

Once he had his drink, a good-sized rum and coke, he staryed making his way to the music. While he usually preferred punk or grunge, any sort of music with a solid beat was enough to get him moving and before long he was in the middle of the crowd of writhing bodies, breathing in the smokey air that filled the room.

 

[merveille]

"Please don't let them
look through the curtains."

Why the tiny, anxious introvert even wanted to go to a party would be a mystery.

The truth is that it was Rose's parents. They supported for her to go and they seemed happy. A little too happy for her. It was a rather obvious facade and it became routine - if some event happened to pop up, they would urge their daughter to go, with sweet smiles on their face. Their voices would be soft and gentle as if they were talking to a small child and they would coax Rose into make friends. It would mean that they either wanted to talk about "adult stuff", as they said, or they thought their daughter was too quiet. Most times, it was both and she just hated it. Her parents treated her like they treated her 5-year-old twin brothers, talking down to her.

They had called her aunt to pick her up and take her. It was slightly embarrassing to be a 17-year-old without a driver's licence when most of her peers did. But with the convulsions and seizures, she wondered if she would ever be able to drive, even when she took levetiracetam. She got in her aunt's car and decided to take her second pill for the day before getting to the party. She reached into her purse and slowly but shakily popped a 500 mg pill in her mouth, drinking a bottle of water to wash it down. The car arrived at the party, the pounding music able to be heard from outside. Rose felt a surge of anxiety in her stomach almost immediately, though her aunt put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

She exited the car, trying to breathe deeply in and out to keep from getting unnecessarily anxious. It was just a party, nothing to worry about.

(Location: | The party | Mood: Anxious | Mentions: None | Interaction: None/Open)

Spoiler: Outfit

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[MapleMaster]

Amidst his careful analysis of the teenage mind on influential substances, someone had bumped into him and spilled a soda on the sleeve of his black hood. Marcus didn't mind as he could see the person was heavily oscillating back and forth from where they were standing. He watched as their friends crowded around them. Some cracking jokes, others taking pictures and videos of their drunken friend.

As more and more people came, his corner became less quiet and secluded. Back up against the wall completely, he squirmed his way out of his once comfortable little space. Soon he came to revelation that there was too many people for him to find another place. With his sleeve dripping some sticky substance, Marcus decided the kitchen would be best. Swimming through the mass of dancing bodies, dodging some airborne beverages, and avoiding as much human contact as possible, he finally stumbled out of the mob into the emptier kitchen.

Marcus manged to leave unscathed for the most part. His arm was still drenched in the syrupy liquid and his hair was wet on the side, luckily it appeared to be water rather than liquor. He navigated through the room, almost sprinting toward the paper towels. Placing his drinks down on the counter, he rinsed the towel into water began wiping at the fabric on his arm. Looking around for a bit, Marcus realized the significant decrease in people made it so this would be perfect for his new observation area. There were plenty of good candidates. From the jocks playing beer pong on the dining table to the girls loudly gossiping near the fridge. As the brunette threw away the dirtied paper towel, he started to people watch again.

 

[erzulie]

"Life if tricky baby, stay in your magic..." ​

Thaddeus "Thad" Obafemi​

With a little liquid courage in his system Thaddeus was able to join the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. In the moment he was able to forget about all of his problems. He could see why people became addicted to alcohol. He felt relaxed now, the previous tension in his body had gone. Thad wasn't completely wasted. He was still aware of his surroundings and what he was doing. The heat increased as he continued to move to the beat of the music. Thaddeus was having a good time. He couldn't remember having so much fun without holding back. He was unaware of the small circle now formed around him. Fellow party goers cheered for him as he danced. Thad's friends looked on with smiles on their faces, happy to see their friend letting loose.

When the heat became a little to much Thaddeus took a little break. He smiled at the crowd and bowed playfully to them before weaving his way through the mass of bodies. He was a little hungry now so he headed into the kitchen. There wasn't as many people inside. He recognized some faces and greeted them when they greeted him.
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Location: The Party | Living Room

Spoiler: Outfit

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[Daddy Dustin]

Time seemed to come to a halt as he felt another body brush against his own, lips cut in a cruel line as his eyes fell upon the offending person in question. From the looks of it, she seemed to be an eager young female, dressed somewhat casually in a mid-length skirt and blouse. She appeared to be distracted by her surroundings, but he knew better than to brush aside the incident. Instead, feigning politeness, he felt his lips twist into a cruel smile, flashing his teeth as he did so. "Hello, little lamb. It seems you have bumped into the big bad wolf. I imagine you have an apology at the ready." The two men beside him stared at the female, openly hostile. He couldn't bear to think of why anyone would be ignorant enough to approach him. He was known all throughout town for his cruel streak, and most avoided the male to the best of their ability. Some even found him a bit odd, but still kept a wide berth. He was known as someone who would knock you down at your lowest, and pounce on any weakness. He portrayed the personality of a young sociopath, charming yet dangerous. His voice was spun like silk, debonair in appearance and frighteningly intelligent.

He shuffled about as he stood there, dwarfing over the female with an expression that spoke of danger. One of the lackeys spoke up, quick to cut her to the curb. "Yeah, little lady. You gonna apologize? Or did you bump into him on purpose. How rude!" His words were taunting, waving a single finger in the air as he spoke. "That's enough." Erik berated, and the other man snapped his lips shut, quick to follow the command. "I am sure she meant nothing by it. Isn't that right?" He strode forward, backing her into a corner as he did so. His lips were pulled into a snarl as he whispered the next words. "Because no one would be dumb enough to anger me on purpose." Raising his arms, he reached out and brought them to rest on each side of her, effectively caging her in. In that moment, he looked all the bit the bully he was, body drawn tense as he exhibited his strength in a manner to intimidate the young girl. Letting his arms fall, he took a single step back, the facade of kindness having returned. He smiled, one that failed to reach the light of his eyes, and performed a small bow at the waist before straightening his posture. "It was nice talking with you, little lamb."

With that being said, he strode off, noting he caught the attention of a few curious party-goers. Their eyes seemed to follow his every movement as they stood about, doing no more than whispering among themselves. None seemed brave enough to approach, and for that he could hardly blame them. It was no secret that he dabbled in what some would consider bullying. He had, over the years, gained a small following of lesser men and women that seemed desperate not only for his approval, but that used his name to incite terror. It was what some would call a gang. He did admit, it was a gang in every sense of the word, but he didn't prefer the term. He found that, when using the word gang, people were quick to compare him to bloods. He was nothing like that desperate hovel of a group, and neither were any of his underlyings. They were more a small get-together of like-minded teens who enjoyed wreaking havoc whenever possible. They did not commit murders or felonies like most gangs; they latched onto a target and much like a leech, sucked them dry until they were nothing more than a husk of fear and suffering. It helped that he came from a well-off family. His father, ever the imbecile yet somehow a high-end official in the state, supplied his bank account while also giving him the position to attack families from the inside. Few teens wanted to anger him, as their parents usually worked for his own.

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