Realistic or Modern Highschool cliche

[WavyLikePasta]

A roleplay with pepsi and myself!​

 

[pepsi]

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Spoiler: rosie blackwell

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xxname ⇉ rosemary xxxxxxx surname ⇉ blackwell​

xxnickname ⇉ rose, rosie x x age ⇉ 18​

xxeyes ⇉ blue-greenxxxxxxxxhair ⇉ black​

xxbuild ⇉ lithe & quickxxxxxxheight ⇉ 5'6​

xxoccupation ⇉ studentxx xxother ⇉ super gay​

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xxstrengths ⇉ pretty good artist; good driver; quick-witted; protective of her friends; keeps a clear head most of the time.
xxweaknesses ⇉irritable; tends to act first, think later; very irresponsible; champion of grudge-holding; spiteful when upset.
xxpersonality ⇉ rose isn't ambitious by a long shot. she wants to have fun and enjoy herself, and that's about it. this leads to her neglecting school most of the time - college has never been in her plans - in order to enjoy herself. though she only considers a few people to be her friends, rose is quite extroverted - almost everyone knows her name, and knows that she's the person to go to whenever someone wants to get ahold of something less-than-legal. rose is a free spirit, really. she goes where she wants, when she wants, to do what she wants. obeying authority isn't her strong suit.
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xxrosemary has lived in the same town for her whole life. it's not a terrible town, over-all, but she's dreamed of moving to the city since she was a child. her parents are on the wealthier side, but they're also quite hands-off: rose is ignored, for the most part, until she manages to get into trouble; that's when she gets lectured. when rose was fairly young, she developed a fascination with tattoos and piercings, leading to her acquiring them, piecemeal, long before she was old enough. her nose and bellybutton got a piecing each, and her ears, far more than that. her parents don't approve of the jewelry, which is why rose has so careful about hiding the tattoos. this fascination, combined with her not-inconsiderable artistic talent led to her plan to become a tattoo artist and piercer - in a big, far-away city, of course. though she's never been interested in school, rose has managed to drag her way through to her senior year, if only just barely.
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[WavyLikePasta]

Spoiler: Lauren Smith

Name: Lauren Smith
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Age: 18-21 (depending on role play)
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Personality: Lauren is the type that usually stays quite unless she likes you. She doesn’t judge everyone by what they are, just who they are. She can be bubbly around those who she liked and quite and sometimes even mean to ones she doesn’t . She may be in the corner reading or she’s up and talking
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Appearance: Lauren has shoulder length chestnut brown hair that is usually soft and smells nice. She was born with her left eye a bright blue with specks of grey, her right eye a light brown, just a few shades brighter than her hair. Her common attire is usually sweaters and leggings of different colors and patterns. Other wise it’s jeans and hoodies. You may never catch her without her start pendant she was given years ago..
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Song: Murder Song (5,4,3,2,1)- Aurora

 

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The first thing that Rosemary Blackwell heard that morning was the blaring of a horn. She tried to ignore it at first - she pulled her pillow over her head, groaned loudly, curled into a ball. The horn kept on blaring, and now there was shouting, too. With a few muttered obscenities, Rose jerked herself up, irritably tossing aside her blankets. She stalked to her window and yanked aside the thick curtains. Immediately, she was blinded by bright sunlight. Cursing yet again, Rose squinted as she roughly raised the window, proceeding to lean half her upper body out of it.​

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"What?!" She demanded, of no one in particular, considering she couldn't see much. Her vision quickly cleared, however, and she immediately spotted the source of the commotion. Her friend's car - a rattle-can black '88 Mustang - was parked right in front of her house. The windows were open, but she couldn't quite hear what was being yelled at her, over the sound of the horn. Thankfully, Rose didn't need to know. She simply glanced at the clock on her nightstand, which told her that school started five minutes ago. ​

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"Fuck!" Rose shouted. She slammed the window shut and quickly scanned her cluttered room for clothing. She assembled her outfit as quickly as possible, grabbing whatever she could get her hands on. A cropped black tank-top, sure, that'd work - jeans, socks, leather jacket, shoes. No time for anything else. Rose shed her PJs as she dressed, and didn't bother to tie her shoes before she grabbed her bag and bounded out the door. She rushed down the hallway, half-jumped down the stairs, and narrowly avoided slipping as she skidded across the foyer. Rose didn't pause, save to slam the front door behind her, and she had jumped into the waiting car in what felt like seconds. ​

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"Damn, Rosie, that was pretty damn quick." Katrina laughed, though Rose was too busy panting to respond immediately. The car roared to motion, and all three people in the back seat - which was, quite honestly, two too many for such a tiny vehicle - were jostled around. "Fuck, I need some coffee." Rose half laughed, half groaned, as she carded her fingers through her hair. It was knotted to all hell and back, and she could barely make her fingers through the inky snarls. "Oh shit, Kat, could you gimme a hand? I gotta do my makeup." Kat swung a sheet of glossy brown hair over her shoulder and nodded, eyeing Rose's hair with the grim determination the task would necessitate. Brushes were traded around.​

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The five of them got to school a few minutes before second period began. Rose managed to sprint to class, getting there just in time, though her ancient teacher still glared at her as she sat down at her desk. She, along with Kat, Gage, Santi, And Milo, met up again at lunch. They split an edible, just a bit too wary to actually smoke when the security guards had seen them driving in late earlier. ​

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The rest of the school day was pleasantly calm for Rose. Up until gym, of course - aside from math, it was, perhaps, one of her least favorite classes. She slunk into the girl's locker room just as the bell rang. The familiar, heady scent of sweat drowned in perfume met her nose as she wove through her half-clothed classmates. It was there that she realized she'd forgotten her uniform. Naturally, Rose made her way to Kat, leaning on one of the few unused lockers that happened to be next to her friend's. "Kat-baby, you've got a spare uniform, right?" Her friend rolled her slightly red-rimmed eyes and sighed, but it was good-natured. "You know I do, Rose." She had her locker open, so Rose didn't need long to recieve one of the school's ugly blue t-shirts and plain black shorts. Rose quickly changed, then tied her hair back into a high ponytail, waiting for the slightly more meticulous Kat to finish getting dressed. ​

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Lauren awoke that morning to her alarm. She blinked awake, staring at her phone. She groaned aoflty and sat up, shutting it off before she stood up. She stretched, seeming to have an hour before having to get out the door. She took a shower last night, not really wanting to this morning.

She stared into her mirror, her eyes met with its reflection and farted away. She shook her head and brushed her hair. She sighed deeply before walking over to the closet and grabbing some clothes. She pulled on a pair of maroon skinny jeans and a black sweatshirt with a band called Nerosius. Which she as seen the previous summer and loved dearly. Music though, was one of her most important things to her.

She eventually ate something and left the house 30 minutes early, walking at a slowed pace with her bag on her left shoulder. She made it to school 15 minutes early and headed to her locker. A few freshman bumped into her, growling under her breath “Watch it..” She sighed and opened her locker, darting her eyes from anyone as she got her things and went on to class

Her day went slowly, lunch she skipped out on and sat in the library humming under her breath as she scanned shelves. Her classes were normal, she would take notes and then be done for that period until the next. Until her dreaded subject, gym. She didn’t even know why it was a subject. It was useless. Like anyone ever really tried unless they were ‘star’ athletes

Lauren was in the locker room before Rose had been. She always despised the strong perfume smell as her allergies to most of them didn’t cooperate well. She ran to her locker and changed into her inform, listening to two friends talk. One asking for a uniform. She rolled her eyes Can’t you just bring yours like everyone else? She thought to herself. She sighed deeply as she folded her clothes and placed them in her locker. She took her hair ties and pulled her hair into a messy bun, which looked decent on her.

( pepsi just gonna you you from now on..)

 

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Rose didn't hear the girl sighing behind her - she was more focused on Kat's idle chatter, though her head was too foggy to be truly focused on anything for very long. She ended up paying more attention to the creases on the back of her friend's shirt. When the coach's whistle sounded from just outside the locker room, Kat had to pull her to her feet, since she hadn't even realized. Rose happened to glance behind her, catching sight of a familiar face - though, she couldn't quite put her finger on where she recognized the girl from, she was fairly sure she hadn't seen her around much. Or maybe she'd just forgotten about it.​

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They were playing dodge ball that day. It was better than basketball, but she still didn't enjoy the game too much. Rose stuck to her friends - just Milo and Kat, this period - as they milled around before the game. She laughing along with them, though she couldn't quite figure out what was so funny. "Hey, Kat, make sure to hit Luke. Fucker owes me, like, fifty bucks." Milo stage-whispered. Of course, they all knew this already - he had apparently sold the teen on the team opposite them a few grams, and had yet to be paid back fully. Rose didn't pay this plotting very much attention, though when the coach blew his whistle again, she ran to the middle of the court, no real plan in mind. ​

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It didn't take long for her to get nailed with a dodge ball. Rose clutched her chest dramatically - it really did sting, though not too much - and stumbled backwards. She got out of the way, though, and walked to the bleachers at the side of the gym. She was one of the first people out, since she hadn't been dodging whatsoever, so she spent her time scanning the court, looking for the girl she'd half-recognized. It didn't take too long to spot her, though yet again, she couldn't quite remember when or where they'd met before. But Rose was quite sure that she knew this girl.​

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She occupied herself by playing with her hair as she thought. It was probably a bit strange to be staring so intently at a stranger, though Rose wasn't too worried about that. Because, just as she got a good look at the other girl's face, it clicked - they'd been friends, when they were kids, hadn't they? What was the girl's name? She was fairly sure that it was Laurie, or maybe Laura - Lauren? Laurie sounded right, but perhaps that wasn't it. After all, Rose had been called "Rosie" for years, though she'd that moniker come middle school. She found herself hoping that the girl would get hit, so that she'd be able to talk to her. They definitely had a lot to catch up on. ​

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