Realistic or Modern — 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡.

[final girl.]

— 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡.



East Park City was a average town, you could say. That being said, the previous sentence would be an understatement. And in the worst of ways.

There was little about East Park that was actually interesting, everyone living there looked the same, not in features but in behavior, most of the time. A mother and or, a father, and a child or two. All living in almost identical condos of a neutral, basic color. It was a bit bland, if you were to ask me. There was barely any hell-raising amongst adolescents, except the occasional robbery and small pickpocketing, thus East Park’s crime ratings were at an all time low. The cops were now given the higher risk of diabetes when lounging about the office to not bust anything but another package of donuts open. It’s sad, really.

Of course, it couldn’t be that boring. No town could have been so hideously dim and blunt like a knife my mother-in-law would slash me with on Thanksgiving Day. There was the hustle and bustle of everyday life for the students of East Park High. There were store fronts to visit, lakes to swim through, and days of occasional sun to bask in. The clouds would often block out the sun, which wasn’t surprising in Maine. It was like your life had been planned out before in some forsaken destiny...

But who wouldn’t like to write their own story?

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[MasterRed]

Robyn hugged the straps of their colourful bag to their chest, feeling nervous as the school got closer and closer into view. The school was close to their home, it was only a couple minute walk and they could see it outside their bedroom window, but they still felt more anxious closer to it. They never liked school much.

 

[final girl.]

WREN

INTERACTIONS: NONE
MENTIONS: NONE

If you were to ask Wren Blackwell, on any occasion, an alarm attached to your bedside clock would be one of the more lacking inventions of the human race. She had a bone to pick as to why such a malicious inventor would create a device from the depths of Hell. Wren regret using a song as her alarm. Why? Celine Dion was screeching about how her fucking heart would go on.

In attempt to silence the monstrosity, the girl reached her hand from the underfolds of her thick, yet comfortable sheets and rasped her fingertips against the button of the blaring beacon. Clicking the switch back and forth like a maniac, it soon came to her attention that the repetitive sound would not hinder even if she were to slam her wrist into it. A stifled groan erupted beneath a mountain of lush blankets, flaming orange hair tangled and whisked about its pillows. The brown orbs of the girl shifted from the clock to the ceiling, and to the clock again.

Sitting up, Wren glared the the object sourly. It was just another precious reminder that today was Monday, meaning there was school to go to and complain about. Stretching her weary limbs, she released a sigh as she forced herself farther from the comforts of her bed and closer to the outside world. Wren stood in front of her silver rim vanity mirror, closely observing at the dark rings beneath her eyes. She pondered for a moment if it were possible to cover them up with the little amount of makeup her mother had lying about the master bathroom.

Slipping out of her sleep wear, Wren ruffled through her clean laundry basket before pulling out a few articles of clothing that she found fitting for the day. Running a brush through her tangled hair, it would not have been surprising if the comb got stuck in a knob at the top of her head. The distant shouting of her parents from the downstairs living room could be heard from a mile away.

“Don’t forget your skate equipment, Re!”

“You’re going to be late!”

A cruel reminder of the hellish lifestyle she lived. Juggling school, friends, dancing class, and skating laps at the local East Park rink. Yeah, it was a lot, but Wren craved the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. It was an addiction, one she couldn’t let go. Dedicating all her effort to her studies and the things she loved left no room for leniency.

Grabbing her per usual denim jacket from its hanger on in the back of her closet, Wren closed her bedroom door behind her, and turned toward the large expanse of staircase.

“I’m coming! Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” she called from the top step, shaking her head at how impatient her family had gotten over the years. For just living three minutes of walking distance from the school, there was little doubt Wren could ever be possibly late.

Collecting her things she needed for school from the kitchen counter, Wren checked that she was ready, and then checked herself again. As she approached the nearest door to the their driveway, Wren called to her parents, in hope that they may have possibly been listening.

“Goodbye, Mum! Bye, Dad! I’ll see you guys later!” She waited by the door for a moment, hoping for a response. But after several passing seconds of silence, to her disappointment, Wren grasped the bronze knob, opened the front door, and was off.

conquer | from | within

 

[LadyLuckTakeTheWheel]

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Klarion’s phone went off, blasting Marilyn Manson in his ear. He fell out of bed. “KLARION VALESKA!” His father called from downstairs. “Ah shit.” He yelped and he yanked off his t-shirt and frantically throwing another one on, “COMING!” He grabbed his ever present lighter, phone and bag then crashed out the door. He slid down the banister, “Later ma!” He threw himself out the door before his mother could say a word. He swaggered down the street towards school and put his earphones in. He blasted Believer by Imagine Dragons and bopped his head. He pulled a cigarette from the packet in his pocket and lit it with his lighter. He inhaled the smoke and sighed.

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Regina Ainsworth



Sleeping in a mess of tangled blankets, Regina stirred as her phone blasting out Brain Stew by Green Day. Groaning softly, eventually untangling the mess of blankets her body was encased in, she turned off the alarm, leaving her glasses on the nighstand as she got up. She knew the whole layout of the house now, so she could navigate it blindfolded. Slipping into the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face, Regina looked at her blurry reflection in the mirror. Just another day at school for her, she guessed. But she hoped something good would happen today. Or something new and enticing. After being trapped in a mental conversation with herself, she went back to her bedroom and grabbed her glasses, slipping them on quickly before throwing on a vest top and some slim tracksuit bottoms. She put on whatever socks she could find, and pocketed her phone, hearing Marianna have a sneezing fit from her room.

"Bless you"! She called but reveived no answer. Heading downstairs, grabbing a chocolate bar, her bag, and her trainers, she shouted goodbye to whoever and started her journey to school after putting her trainers on.

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Rianna Ainsworth



Rianna had her alarm set but was woken up by Regina's alarm. She believed it was Green Day but she didn't know or care. Sitting up, readjusting her bra as it came undone, she knew she had to get ready for school, not liking that thought. But school was just a stepping stone to her. Once she's done with her education and achieves her desired grades, she'll be off to College or University. Hearing her phone buzz, she felt around her nightstand for it, nearly knocking over her contacts case, squinting harshly at the screen after abscently poking the home button. She could barely make the text out without her lenses, but she usually put them in after she had freshened up so her eyes got a chance to breathe. Giving up on reading the text, setting her phone back to its original spot, she went to her closet and grabbed a random outfit, laying it out on her bed, after having a sudden sneezing fit of four, hearing Regina bless her from her room. She sighed. Damn allergies. Going to the bathroom, Rianna did her business and washed her hands and face, applying a little bit of makeup from her Mum's stash. She wouldn't mind. If there was one thing Rianna could do without her lenses, apart from... a lot of things, it was put on makeup.

Getting dressed in a formal white blouse, black blazer and mini skirt, she put in her contact lenses and rechecked her phone. It was a text from Oliver:

Morning, baby, hope you slept well. I'll be in school early to catch up on shit. So I won't be able to pick you up. I know you have your own car but I know you like it when I drive you. Don't deny it I love you.

Rianna sighed audibly, grabbing her bag, slinging it over her head as she headed downstairs. Grabbing a banana, she called goodbye to whoever, receiving goodbyes from both her foster parents. She slipped on her wedges that she kept by the front door. Her nose scrunched up as she exited the house, not only because of the pollen, but because she could smell Regina's shitty deodorant. Unlocking her car, she set her bag on the passenger seat and drove.

 

[kouzcy]

MAEL TAE-SOO.
interactions : um his mom
mentions : n/a
outfit : X
Mael was one to get up without an alarm clock, or music blasting in his ear. He was always the first one to wake up in the house, waking up his mother and father so they could get to work on time. Sometimes Mael thought the reason he would wake up so early, like 4, or 5AM early is because being alone with his thoughts of being new to the school was aggravating and annoying to him.. like he couldn't sleep without those lingering thoughts. He felt that he would be bullied because of his name, how he looked, even his accent. He didn't know how the people at this school would act, and he was't ready to find out.
"Maman, réveille-toi!" He yelled out from his room, which meant 'Mom, wake up!' in French. Despite the three years of being in America, from being born in France, his mother still didn't know how to speak English. She was a French teacher at a school, where she would usually give the class a textbook, and say only a couple words in English, the ones she would gather from Mael. Mael caught onto the English language quickly after he entered America. It was almost like it was a forced talent. Everyone spoke English, and everyone included, Mael. His mother soon came into his room and said, "Allez, préparez-vous pour l'école, Tae-Soo." *Come on, get ready for school, Tae-Soo.* Even though Tae-Soo was basically his name, since his mom was French, and his dad was Korean, he liked the name Mael more, and he used it around the house, and outside of the house as well. It was almost like Tae-Soo was a unknown name.
"Maman, tu sais que j'aime plus Mael." He said to her, almost whining. *Mom, you know I like Mael more.* His mother sighed and she shook her head. Even though Mael was the name that SHE gave him, she had to use Tae-Soo, for it was his "legal" name.
Mael got up quickly, got dressed for school, and he pulled on his shoes, before grabbing his backpack, a couple chocolates for good luck ( and to eat ), and a book that he'll read throughout the day.
"Au revoir maman. Je te vois après l'école!" *Bye Mom, I'll see you after school!* He said as he ran out the door, his now dyed brown hair fixed up almost perfectly for the first day of school.

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[Rock And Roll Boy]

Oliver Flynn Stone



Pulling up into the school's car park, Oliver abscently locked his car thrice after getting out. His backpack clutched in his hand, he checked his phone in case Rianna had replied to his flirty text but no reply. Was she still asleep? Then again, they'd only been together for a few weeks. Still, women were a mystery to him despite all of his previous relationships.

Lighting up a cigarette, his gaze wandered from random people to to more random people. He hoped that'd be him soon; conversing within a clique of friends. After finishing his cigarette, squashing it under his boot, he headed inside the school to catch up on work and for a bit of studying.

 

[LadyLuckTakeTheWheel]

Klarion reached his families garage, near the end of the street by some woods. He debated going in and looked at the time on his phone. He shrugged. Being a bit early couldn't hurt. He spun the key on his finger and opened the shutter with the controller he always had in his pocket. His fathers Harley-Davidson low rider S gleamed in the light. He smiled that cheeky smile he was so infamous for. He got on and turned the key. He reved the engine and sped out the garage, the shutter slamming shut behind him as he sped towards school.​

 

[Lurker]

The morning started off like any other. The sound of the alarm from a phone being met with a hand reaching out from under the covers. "Shit man...I gotta change this." An observation he made every morning. Jamarus had made the decision one morning to make his alarm require the solving of simple arithmetic to turn the damn thing off. Every morning was meant trying to figure out impossible math problems such as 4+4 and 7+10. With a few incorrect answers and a little more cursing the alarm was finally silenced. He would have gone back to bed for a few minutes if not for the sound of cooking coming from the kitchen. The covers were thrown off him and he rolled out of bed with a sigh.

The athlete was usually up earlier than this but there was no practice today. Even though he'd gotten to sleep in it still didn't feel like he got a lot. He threw on a white undershirt. OKC hoodie with matching hat and some jeans. No parties or anything tonight meant no need to dress up super fancy. He made his way through the single floor apartment and found the most important woman in his life cooking like she was every morning. "Morning mama." He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and took the opportunity to look at what was for breakfast. "Morning baby. You slept any longer I was gonna have to come get you." He chuckled and reached into the fridge, grabbing some milk to pour for himself. "Nah. You be throwing water in my face to wake me up." "Boy you know damn well you could sleep through a hurricane."

The two sat down for breakfast that consisted of eggs, bacon and toast. They shared the usual conversation of upcoming games, how the team was doing and how work was going for his mom. During the meal J checked his phone seeing no new messages. He decided to send a quick one off to Kay. Aye bruh when we partying again we need to soon "Boy have you lost your mind? Get off that damn phone while you at the table." Jamarus chuckled and slid his phone into his pocket. "Aiight mom my bad." "It is your bad. Which girl you texting now?" "It ain't even like that momma." His protest was met by a well-knowing "mmhmm" from his mother. He grinned and stood up, picking up both of their plates and throwing them into the dishwasher. "Thanks for breakfast I love you." "You want me to drive you?" "Nah I'm good. You gotta get to work." "Have a good day love you too."

The two lived downtown which had it's pros and cons. You were pretty close to everything but just far enough away that walking was a hassle. It was about a 30 minute walk but Jamarus never minded. Gave him time to clear his head. He picked up his backpack and basketball which had been left by the door. With a small wave to his mom he left and began walking the usual route while absentmindedly dribbling the ball. The walk was extremely uneventful and he made it to the school early. Normally he would just go to the gym and get some shots up but he felt like being lazy today. He stayed around the front entrance and said hey to the few people he knew. He spent his time throwing the ball against walls and dribbling to entertain himself while he waited for someone interesting to come through.

Code by Goldieloxx

texted : L LadyLuckTakeTheWheel
Mentioned : N/A

 

[LadyLuckTakeTheWheel]

Klarion felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Taking his hands off the handles of the bike, checked his phone. "Aye bruh when we partying again we need too soon " He chuckled and lazily typed up a response, still keeping his eyes off the road, "Mate some of the lads got ahold of some fireworks they're gunna let em off on tuesday with tons of people round their place " he sent it off and slipped his phone into his pocket. He reved the engine and sped faster towards school. He looked up and down the road for cops and did a wheelie to the school parking lot.

 

[kouzcy]

MAEL TAE-SOO.
interactions : n/a
mentions : L LadyLuckTakeTheWheel
outfit : X
On his way to school, Mael seemed to eat half of the chocolates that he had in his hand. He had balanced them on top of the book he had, and instead of 6, there were three. His house wasn't far from the school thankfully, and he was able to walk everyday if he wished, even in the cold weather. It was warm today, but in France it was almost always cold, which is why he always chose to ride the train everyday to the school he went to. But, around here, it didn't seem like there was one, and not like that mattered.. He was lost in thought the whole time he walked to school, like what the school would be like, and if the students would be nice or not.

He was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard a motorcycle in the distance, and he thought he was going to get run over. He scampered up to the sidewalk instead of being in the middle of the parking lot, and he looked back at who was making such noise.. It was Klarion. Or.. just a boy to him, because he didn't know his name yet, and he wasn't going to wait around to ask either. He looked dangerous. He just hurried to the school doors and attempted to open up the door. It was a nice school. It wasn't necessarily run down, yet he would see a couple writing on the wall here and there. He was nervous though. He didn't know what to do. Everyone was walking around with their backpacks, knowing where to go already. He moved over to an isolated corner and he put his books and chocolates down before taking his backpack off of his back, and rummaging through it for that schedule he got in the mail. He took a deep breath as his eyes scanned the paper..
Physics | Room 1102. He whispered it under his breath, it was his first class. But the only problem was, he had no idea where room 1102 is! He grabbed all of his things and hoisted his backpack back o his back before merging with the crowd of people, trying to find a guidance office or something. This wasn't at all like the school in France, and it was stressing him out almost.

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[MasterRed]

Robyn headed into school. They hated the mass of people in the entrance, they always struggled to get to class. They could barely see where anything was, and the sheer amount of people made the, want to just run off back home and hide in their room. They were heading to their locker to put their bag in- their first lesson of the day was P.E, which they hated, and having their bag there would be a bit pointless- when they bumped into a confused looking boy they didn’t know- well, they didn’t know most of the school, but this one looked very new to the school.

“I-I'm sorry! Are you O.K?” they said to him, worried they’d mess everything up again and just get someone else to hate them. They wished they could be better at socialising- they had no one they could really call a friend, and their relationship with family deteriorated badly after they came out as non binary, and they missed socialising, in a way.

 

[The Awakened Moon]

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the overachiever
location: at school
mentions: R Rock And Roll Boy
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Camilla had woken up early that morning, though she believed she was already running late as she was getting ready. She threw on a v-neck women’s sweater and a pair of skinny jeans along with a pair of brown block heeled ankle boots. Camilla always woke up early during the week. She regularly went to school early to work on homework or to just study for whatever exam was coming up soon, but today was different because she had a task to do this morning before classes started.

After getting to school with her own car, she grabbed the stack of papers in the passenger seat and her backpack on the car floor. She walked quickly into the building with her backpack on her shoulder. The sound of her heels could be heard in the hallway against the vinyl composition tiles. She began to hang up her posters in the most visited parts of the hallways. The posters consisted of a picture of Camilla’s face on the middle of the poster and then text around it ranging from simple phrases such as, ‘vote Camila for president again!’ to posters with different memes. One poster read ‘One does not simply deny Camilla of YOUR vote’ and ‘Keep calm and vote Camilla 4 Class Prez.’ Camilla was proud of her posters, especially the ones with memes. She made sure to put those in the busiest hallways.

As Camilla walked past the cafeteria and went to the front of the school where the main doors are, she noticed a friend of hers, Oliver, walking inside. She finished hanging up a poster on the wall and turned around. “Hey, Oliver!” she called out to him as she started walking toward him. “What are you doing here early?” she asked him curiously.

 

[final girl.]

WREN

INTERACTIONS: NONE
MENTIONS: R Rock And Roll Boy ; L LadyLuckTakeTheWheel ; kouzcy

Walking the few three minutes to school was efficient, Wren supposed. It did keep her in enough of a shape for dancing practice later in the day, though it was more fluid movements opposed to the more sharp and quick movements that included popping and locking, whatever that was. She wasn’t exactly up to date on the customs of American born townsmen. The United States was most definitely a mystery to Wren, their language was different, and there were less metaphors being thrown about in everyday life. It was like stepping out of your bed each day, leaving something you were so familiar with.

Like how she had left her homeland, that one place she felt that she belonged. With people who spoke like her, and saw her as so much more than some random redhead.

Now, she stood on the outside, staring into a snow globe of beautiful chaos and hatred. Without noticing, Wren’s pace quickened by the second, following the beating in her chest.

The farther she walked down the crooked sidewalk, the larger and more apparent the school seemed. Hundreds of students could be seen flooding from their houses in almost military order, enveloping the streets and roads en route toward their single source of knowledge. And no matter how late the town had grown, there was still only one school to have gone to. Maybe East Park was sinking deeper into debt, as many suspecting civilians has suspected. As irrational as it seemed, it was the only theory that had reasoning behind it.

A heavy air whipped at Wren’s face, as though the wind was attempting to force her to eat her own hair. Sputtering and scratching the orange locks behind her, between a space of her skin and hair, Wren watched as a car passed, headed in the same direction that everyone else was headed to. It felt as though she was just going through the motions, not doing anything to change anything about herself or her lifestyle. She would wake up, go to school, get to dance and skate practice, and then would repeat everything the next day. It was... redundant? Was that the word for it?

Wren was pulled back to reality at the sound of a motorcycle roaring throughout the large expanse of the school lot. It had startled her to the point that she almost had jumped straight out of her skin.

Tightening her denim jacket around her, Wren huffed the remaining hair from her eyes. The nerve of some people, she pondered, not believing that she could have had such a turn of events so quickly.

“This bloody town will never learn...” She chuckled, shaking her head as she stepped farther into the depths of hell.. or more properly named East Park High School. That is, if she would be able to survive the next few seconds without her thoughts having wandered. She could only hope that she would be able to make it to her locker and not trip over her own shoes in the process.

Cluttered. That was the only word to properly phrase the hectic picture before her. Hundreds of students stumbling and bumbling into and about the building like they would be late at any moment, when in reality, there was still minutes to spare. Catching a straight glimpse of her locker, Wren strut right past a boy who had seemingly shoved himself into a corner. Literally. She pitied him for a moment, before stiffening up and imputing the code to her locker. The metal box opened with an adamant pop!, causing Wren to stare at it wildly.

What was happening to her?

conquer | from | within

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Oliver Flynn Stone



Oliver was heading over his locker, muttering lyrics from Antivist by Bring Me The Horizon, being the metalhead he is. Until a voice called out to him. Not the voice of Oliver Sykes, someone far better and more loyal. Camilla. He smiled his sweet, natural smile at her, clearing his throat quietly as he realised he was still muttering lyrics. "Morning, Camilla. Just here to catch up on studying; I'm far behind and I need to catch up". He was always happy to Camilla; they always got along and could stand each other. Everyone else seemed like they were on something.

"I see you're spreading the infamous news which is Class Presidency voting" He bantered weakly before looking more serious. "But you'll get all the votes; you always do. You're doing something right that no-one else has discovered yet".

The Awakened Moon

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Regina Ainsworth


It wasn't a long walk for Regina, ten minutes, yet it felt like an hour. She didn't complain, of course; she loved the outdoors. Plus she wanted the early morning rush of adrenaline. So she started breaking into a brisk jog, swearing that she saw Marianna's car drive past her not long after she started jogging. She made it to the school within a few more minutes, panting and wiping a thin layer of sweat from her forehead. She needed to catch up on her, somewhat, routine jogs, since this one took her longer than last time. But she wasn't too bothered. And she had melted her chocolate bar that she'd forgottten was in her hand. Discarding it at the bin outside the school, Regina, again, thought she saw her adopted sister's car park up not too far away. At least Regina beat her at something this time.

 

[The Awakened Moon]

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the overachiever
location: at school
interactions: R Rock And Roll Boy
mentions: kouzcy
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Camilla couldn’t help but smile at the fact that she was talking to someone with a familiar face, though she definitely wasn’t opposed to meeting someone new. Once she reached Oliver, she stood there face to face as the both of them began a conversation. “Yeah, I hate when I fall behind in my studies as well” she commented with an agreeing nod, though her definition of falling behind school work was probably way different than Oliver’s as she never truly fell behind her school work. “But I’m sure you’ll catch up quickly. You’re smart” she told him in her cheerful, optimistic voice.

Cam had zoned out for a moment as her friend talked before taking a second to register everything he just said. This had been happening recently as Cam began to develop feelings for Oliver, knowing damn well that she shouldn’t since he has a girlfriend. Besides, she didn’t want to ruin a friendship that she was happy with. Cam forgot for a minute that she was still holding in her hands a few posters and didn’t realize she was holding them to her chest as he spoke. “Um...yeah” she mumbled as if remembering what she was doing. Her cheeks turned a very light shade of pink as she cleared her throat. “Thanks! I’m running for the third time again this year so I just hope people don’t see it as me hogging the position.” Cam knew this could be a problem. Some people in her class would definitely be annoyed that she’s running once again, especially those running against her.

She turned the posters over to show Oliver a few of them. “I tried to make some a little amusing with the usage of memes” she laughed softly. “Oh, before I forget…” Cam reached into a pocket of her backpack and pulled out a pin that read 'Vote 4 Cam.' When Camilla decides to do something, especially something she’s passionate about, she goes all out, even when it sometimes got on other people's nerves. “Here you go. I’m a dedicated person.” She handed him the pin and smiled. “So I heard there’s a new student starting today I think.”

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Oliver Flynn Stone




Oliver

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Rianna Ainsworth



Rianna walked into the school, seeing her boyfriend talkibg to another girl. She marched up to her. "Why're you wanting to talk to my boyfriend? Anything important? Then get lost".

The Awakened Moon

 

[kouzcy]

MAEL TAE-SOO.
interactions : MasterRed
mentions : MasterRed
outfit : X
Mael looked at Robyn, and he paused before saying something, his breath hitched. He took a moment to scan over them, and they looked harmless. He took a deep breath and he beckoned them over to the side, so they would be out of the crowds of people. "Qui sont.." He started. "No, I'm sorry.. I mean, who are you? And yes, I'm okay. Don't worry about it." He said, a charming smile spreading on his face. "Chocolate? It'll entertain you while I speak to you. Do you have any idea where Room 1102 is? It's my first class and I'm new here.. and I have no idea where I am right now." He said, his heavy French and Korean accent may make it hard to understand him.

"You seem like you know this place.. I really like your hair too.." He said quietly, before giving them a chocolate and smiling a little bit. He wanted to make a good impression on these people because he didn't want to be seen as a horrible and weird new kid. "Anyways.. It would be gladly appreciated if you could help me." He said, gripping onto his book tightly, hoping for a good and pleasant answer.

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[The Awakened Moon]

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the overachiever
location: at school
interactions: R Rock And Roll Boy final girl.

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Camilla’s eyes traveled over to the girl that just walked up. She’s seen her face around but didn’t know her that well, or really at all. All she knew was that her name was Rianna and that she had been dating Oliver for a short amount of time. Her eyes widened at the girl’s immediate rudeness and what seemed to be a hint of jealousy. Or possessiveness. It looked the same to Camilla. “Um yes, it was something important. At least to me,” she replied with a forced smile, trying to keep a positive attitude to even her. People have to see the best side of Camilla if she wanted to become class president again.

Camilla’s eyes wandered past Oliver and Rianna down the hallway. She saw someone at their locker that instantly gave her another reason to quickly abandon this conversation as she clearly wasn’t wanted. “I was just telling your boyfriend here that he should vote for me.” She reached into her backpack once again and pulled out another pin, handing it over to Rianna. “Vote for me for class pres. See you later, Oliver.” Camilla faked a smile as she walked past the two and made her way to Wren who she saw at her locker.

“Thank god I saw you” she sighed as she leaned against a locker next to Wren’s. “I was basically just kicked out of my own conversation” Cam chuckled softly as she crossed her arms over her chest, watching Rianna and Oliver together. “I honestly don’t know how the two of them work well together” she admitted as she eyed one of her closest friends.

 

[MasterRed]

Robyn smiled. “That’s a first. Anyway, I think it’s down that way to the right” they say, pointing at the direction they knew the class was in, vaguely. “You’re lucky. I’ve got P.E first thing.” They realise they never got the new seeming boys (at least they thought he was a boy, they should probably ask that too) name and asked, “Anyways, sir, um, what’s your name. Uh, for future reference.”

 

[Lurker]

Members of J's team had slowly filed through the front entrance and he ended up spending most of the morning talking to them. They passed the ball around, practiced a little bit of dribbling. Not every member on the team was as driven as Jamarus to always be practicing but the few that were got the most playtime. "Aiight guys. Practice tomorrow. Don't be late or you're running suicides until your damn legs fall off." They all chuckled and parted ways towards whichever class they were moving to. As he walked away the basketball star checked his phone and saw the message from Kay. Kay's friends were even crazier than he was sometimes. It was never a dull moment with them around anyway. He'd be there.

Jamarus did the same, walking towards his first class while dribbling the ball. Some teachers got annoyed by the bouncing in the halls between classes but he didn't really care. Dribbling helped him think. Some people chewed gum, their fingernails, clicked a pen. Jamarus dribbled a basketball. Just because one was louder than the other shouldn't mean he needed stop it. At least as far as he was concerned.

While walking through the hallways J noticed two cuties standing by their lockers. He quickly checked his watch and decided he had enough time to do some harmless flirting. He caught the basketball he'd been bouncing under his left arm and walked up to the girls with an easy smile. "Well good morning ladies. You two are looking beautiful today. As I'm sure you do every day. Hey wait, don't I recognize you? You're running for class president right?" He had seen the girl's face on a few posters outside. Class president had never been something that interested him. His mom had told him he'd be a popular choice but he preferred to spend his time thinking about the team. Not some popularity contest.

"Yeah, yeah that's you. Alright let's hear the pitch. Not to brag but I'm a pretty important guy, you know? Who I vote for, the whole team votes for. Plus if you get it we're gonna have to communicate anyway. 'Cause we're winning everything this year. I'm thinking parades, fundraisers, parties." The flirt flashed his best smile, looking between the two cuties.

Code by Goldieloxx

Talking to : The Awakened Moon , final girl.
Mentioned : N/A

 

[final girl.]

WREN

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MENTIONS: R Rock And Roll Boy ;
INTERACTIONS: The Awakened Moon ; Lurker

Closing her locker, her books in tow, Wren was glad to see Camilla, someone she had known since she had began going to the school. It was nice to have someone else around to talk to, especially when she was prone to being ignored by half of the student body. With Camilla being popular around the school, notorious for being class president in recent years, Wren felt as though she was somehow included in the mix of the school and the meme posters she had spread across the walls. The idea of walking past an exam room and meeting face to face with dat boi was something Wren definitely hadn’t planned when she arrived at the school.

Looking up at the couple Cam had mentioned, Wren could see Rianna and Oliver, whom she recognized from the few classes she shared with them, two people who seemed like entire opposites, somehow making everything they had going on work. It was high school, after all. By Wren’s judgement, their relationship probably wouldn’t even last through the next year. There was something about them that didn’t exactly click, their personalities something that seemed all too different from one another.

“You were... kicked out of your own conversation? Wow.” Wren clutched one of her many textbooks in her arms, shaking her head profusely. It wasn’t that obvious, but Wren could see there was a bit of a underdeveloped crush for Rianna’s other half. There was a small scowl toward the mismatched duo painted across Wren’s face as she said, “And I honestly don’t know what he sees in her.”

They stood there for a moment longer, but before there conversation could continue, there was Jamarus, standing before them. He was known to be a flirt, and a bit of a player, if you asked Wren. Yes, he was undeniably handsome, but it was something he seemed to take for granted.

She had only been acknowledged for a moment, before his attention was turned onto Camilla. Wren was used to this by now, not having been the one that people so futilely recognized by what they had done. For all he knew about her, she could have been a large-shoed clown resembling a Ronald McDonald ripoff and he wouldn’t have told the difference.

“You might want to ask the party planning committee about the parade floats,” Wren supplied once the young man had finished his spew. “Also, I would recommend that parties would most definitely not be needed.”

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