Realistic or Modern One Summer Day. (Open 1 spot remaining.)

[BlackRose]

One Summer Day

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Plot


A group of very unlike teens went on a cruise together. They all met each other for the first time when they stopped in Cozumel,Mexico and chilled on the beach. Now they're back in school. They're all scattered among the social ladder, some are populars, jocks, or maybe even a total outcast who enjoys being alone. Will they risk ditching their reputation for the friends they made during the summer? Will they fall in love with one another? Or will they all be filled with hatred for one another?


Setting


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The setting takes place within a Manhattan high school. People from all over NY want to go there. They either get in with talent, connections, or even academics.


Rules


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1. Please have a type of diversity with your character make them unique and interesting.


2. Please, I repeat PLEASE, no Mary Sues or Gary Lous!


3. This is high school, become the unexpected!


4. Please don't do a one-liner unless you need to.


5. Just be creative!


(Please no anime or Supernatural this is an realistic Rp.)


6. The actual password is Welcome to Manhattan!


Thank you to those who read!


7. Romance is most definitely allowed but be sure to fade to black or Pm if things become too mature.


8. Drama of course is allowed! Just do me a favor and don't bring any Ooc drama into this. Take care of that in your PM please.


9. If you are busy some days out of the week I recommend you just post that you'll be busy in the Ooc chat.


10. Cursing is allowed!


The password is: The city life.

Have fun!


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[BlackRose]

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Myra awoke from her deep slumber to the sound of sirens wailing outside her apartment building. The delicate looking young girl sat up in her Queen sized bed, her dark hair caressed her face as it fell softly down her back while her striking ocean colored eyes sleepily peered out the open window. The girl removed herself from her bed and looked out upon the city she was born into, she looked at the streets below. The same streets that raised her, she left the window and let the curtain fall in place to prevent the sunlight from peeking in at her. The small framed Raven haired girl dragged herself to her closet where she decided on her outfit for the day.


Today was her first day of high school. The starting mark of hell.


Now, a full hour and seventeen minutes after waking up, Myra was walking through the sea of people among the streets of Manhattan. She loved the city, the thrill, the fumes, the hatred, she loved New York and all of its flaws. After pushing through the hustle and bustle of the streets Myra arrived outside school building PS290. She walked into the building and that's where it all began. Today fate would bring her to meet the others she befriended within the duration of the summer once again...





The Apartment


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The Outfit


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Thank you for you all for joining!)
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[Keira Winston]

Cassandra woke up by the sound of her alarm clock. She got out of bed and opened the curtains in her penthouse. Her parents were again gone. They were probably at the bank dealing a loan or something. Cassandra sighed and walked out to the balcony. She leaned over watching the cars run by the busy streets. She hated this city. She hated it. It was full of busy people and sins. It took her parents away from her. Cassandra remembered her home in San Francisco, it was full of happy memories. When her family moved to New York, everything changed.


Cassandra walked back into her room and changed into her outfit. She'll be seeing her friends she meet on the cruise she went on this summer. She wondered how they would think of her. She would probably be hanging out with her "friends" and that may change what they thought of her. She thought of how much fun she had over the summer. Cassandra had made real friends for first time in years. Cassandra felt very relieved.


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outfit

 

[Dark_Psycho]

It was a clear day in Manhattan, New York the pollution was down and the birds were singing. A small breeze blew through the city and up into a fair skinned British girls room. The girls name was Ophelia. Ophelia was a pretty girl, her clear fair skin made her look like a porcelain doll. How ever this girl was no doll to mess with. She was more like the chucky doll at times. Ophelias eyes were as blue as the sky's, which didn't help the doll picture at all. Even a frown on her face seemed inviting.


As the breeze drifted over the girl her alarm went off with a loud * BEEP BEEP BEEP*.She slammed her hand down on the snooze button as she rolled over to her stomach. Ophelia finally woke five minutes later to her alarm blaring again and her radio blasting. She sighed and turned it off. Ophelia slowly sat up and looked around. Her last first day of American high school, she had a fun summer in Mexico with a bunch of teens from her school. Ophelia felt like not much would change for her.For Ophelia changed her personality to match with whom ever she was around. No one knew the real Ophelia, not even her.Ophelia grabbed her towel and went for the bathroom. She came out smelling clean and wonderful. Ophelia went to her closet, she pulled out a Black plain v-neck T-shirt, jeans, and boots. Once dressed she fixed her straight hair making it curly with a curling iron, her make up was last. There she was the porcelain doll all ready for school again.


Ophelia grabbed her side bag and went down the steps of there large pent house apartment. She grabbed an apple and smiles to her mother.Her mother sighed."Ophelia you must eat more or you will waist away to nothing. "She says. Ophelia shrugged, "I eat well enough Mum. Now good by off to school bye Da, bye brat."She says to her parents then brother and walks out to the elevator. Ophelia makes her way down to the city below. She looked around and started walking for the school. She gets a coffee and finishes her apple.Ophelia finally stops on school campus and in her British accent sighs." Another year is all girl." Ophelia starts to walk onto campus and to her locker. How much would the friends she had met changed. Not that she would care if it did.She was Captain of the Dance and swim team. So her plate was full for the year, she also wanted to do the musical this year.


( Dont ask where this came from, cause I have no clue )


Irish Ice Queen

 

[Keira Winston]

Cassandra grabbed her purse and backpack and took the elevator down to the lobby. She walked out onto the busy sidewalk, the sound of car horns blaring in her ears. Cassandra walked to school while singing a song she had stuck in her head quietly to herself.


Cassandra walked into the Hallway of her school. As she walked in, students stopped and stared. Where ever Cassandra went, people always stopped and stared. Students stared at the beautiful and popular girl upon them. Cassandra sighed and made her way to her locker. Many people didn't know the real her. The ony reason she was even in the popular group was because of her looks, money, and well-known parents.


Cassadra walked to her locker looking confident, though inside she was already feeling a little insecure about herself. Did her parents ignore her because she wasn't good enough. Would she be a dork if she didn't have her looks, parents, and talent? She thought that she would be. She stopped at her locker and deposited some supplies.

 

[BlackRose]

ＭｙｒａＬｙｒｉｃＯａｓｉｓ。





Myra entered the busy building before her and walked down the hall as her heels clacked along the tiles of the floor announcing her existence. The girl walked over to the entrance orientation desk and requested information as far as how she would receive her schedule and locker. The woman explained that there were lists of everyone's first period class posted in the hall and she would receive her class schedule during first period. The girl quietly nodded taking in the information. Once the girl obtained all the knowledge she needed, Myra walked off towards the list only to walk past Cassandra and Ophellia without noticing. She remembered her friends from the summer but was oblivious to the fact that they attended the same school as her.


As Myra made her over to the homeroom lists her head began to buzz. She despised this feeling, her head just felt like a weight in her shoulders and her vision became hazy. Myra attempted to ignore the feeling and retrieved her classroom number before her condition worsened.


Every since Myra was a young girl Myra had a weakened body, and living New York didn't help her at all. Myra was always sick in bed or something, but despite her weak immune system Myra was also strong in more ways than one. She was mentally strong and built up quite a bit of physical strength. The girl looks bony and frail but beneath her bones are muscle she developed over time. The girl was in and out the hospital for different sicknesses while she sent various people in and out the hospital for broken bones. The girl was athletic but frail at the same time. No one can figure out how she could be so athletic but so weak at the same time. But she's no punk either. She comes off as timid due to her shyness when she first meets someone but truthfully the girl is fearless. She's like a puma or a lion of the night that takes charge of her jungle. Her concrete jungle of dreams. She can go for a stroll through the pits of hell and walk right on out, no problem. She had a mouth in her as well. If she dislikes something someone says she'll let her sharp tongue take care of the situation. The girls mouth was always getting Mrya into trouble but she had her fist to back her up.


Myra walked out to the courtyard for a moment and took a second to take in some air and relieve her body of the overwhelming stress of her new environment. Her head was pounding now, she could hear her blood rapidly racing through her veins. And it was painful. The girl wished she could just scream and shout out in excruciating pain, but she can't and she knows it. Myra sat down at a table and held her head in the palm of her head. She began to rub her temples in effort to stop her pain. She breathed out curses beneath her quiet breath. She opened her bag with her spare hand and removed a bottle of water and some pain relievers.





The girl popped a few pills into her mouth and took a quick swig of water, before replacing it back into her purse. Myra drew in a deep breath, she breathed in the rotten fumes of New York filled with gas, chemicals, dirt, etc. That could be what was sitting here slowly killing her just as it'd done to her mother during 9/11. Her mother was a officer on the NYPD, and that depressing day of a sad destined path, that was long decided from a time before, Myra and her mother were nearby the twin towers as they fell. That day was when her mother began to get sick from breathing in the countless amounts of dust and fumes. They caused the air quality to worsen, as the debree filled the air it filled her mothers lungs slowly killing her. Little did anyone know those fumes and countless days of cleaning up the city without being provided a mask to protect her from illness and disease, that Myra's mother had a tumor form in her lungs that rapidly grew until she died in the hands of the hospital. They could do nothing to save the girls mother.


Myra sat there as the painkillers slowly took charge of the pain causing it to begin to subside. Myra looked up at the sky as she thought of her saddening past. The world played before her in black and white now. She opened her small mouth as her soft but strong voice filled the air as she sung Michael Jackson's I'll be there.


The girl loved the city, just as much as she loved music. She lived to sing, explore, and be free. She has to live to fulfill her her dreams. She has to earn her wings...
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[Chexxx]

Percy's eyes flutter open at the sound of the twins fighting over breakfast downstairs. She lays there for a few more seconds, figuring out if Brandon or Chris is winning the argument. She realizes Brandon's points are more valid and slips out from under her thick covers. She had slept in a large white t-shirt and ripped up, dark denim shorts that fall to her knees and slide down her thighs with every step.


The girl yawns out a high-pitched yelp and stretches her body as vertical as possibly. As usual, the teen's "pajamas" are also her new outfit for the school day. She pulls a thin leather belt through the shorts' loops and latches it tightly, so the bottoms stay at her waist. The over-sized boyish design fits her like a toddler who received his six-year-old brother's hand-me-downs. Percy grabs her favorite red, plaid long-sleeved shirt and layers it over the white t-shirt. The plaid top falls to her thighs and causes her to appear much smaller than if she were to wear properly-fitting clothing.


Percy tosses her head around, shaking her hair awake. It falls lazily to either side of her head, tumbling down to her waist. The girl clicks her tongue in a tiny tune and walks out of her bedroom. The noise of the boys rises as she nears the stairs. Her foster parents own a two-story, med-sized condo, allowing a rare spacious living environment for New York. Percy laughs a bit too much at their fighting and lifts Brandon's arm in the air as if he won a wrestling match.


"You, sir, have made it clear that you are the rightful owner of the last piece of bacon!" She dropped his arm a bit roughly and sits in a bar stool, executing her usual plan of skipping breakfast. The kitchen grows loud again as Percy's foster mother walks in and Chris forces fake tears to fall. The boys start to explain their sides of the fight, but their young mother just laughs and pats their curly heads of hair. Percy takes this as a cue to get the boys to their bus stop, so she grabs her pack and instructs them to gets their things with a strange little dance.


Percy's foster mom watches her in amusement and begins a small rant over the government. She hands Percy her morning handful of assorted pills and kisses her forehead. Percy's face heats up, never getting a physical touch of affection as great as this until now. She dry-swallows her pills three at a time and silently speed walks out the door.


Eventually the twins caught up with Percy, as they are used to her fast pace, and she leaves them at the elementary school bus stop. They go to a private school with strict lessons and foreign language classes, something Percy refused to participate in when she was assigned to them.


The girl walks to her own school, trying to avoid bumping into other people. This is impossible, however, so Percy hisses and squeaks at several strangers as they push past her slim body. Her palms grow sweaty and a dizziness Percy will never grow out of fogs her mind. Somehow she arrives at the school building, running a tad late. She sighs as the crowd is not as thick as the sidewalks, and pushes her way to the library, checking her homeroom on the way.


Percy goes to her usual table in the library and picks nervously at the gum stuck under its surface. She plops down in the adjacent wooden chair and scans the room over and over, watching every move the few inhabitants make, noting her exact predictions of their life stories. While doing this, the teen starts to daydream her summer at the beach. Her foster parents had allowed her to spend time away from them there, while they went on tours and such. Percy wonders if she could still see her tan lines beneath her clothing; the memory of being brave enough to strip down to be half-naked causes the girl to blush with embarrassment. Why must summer vacation be so much different than school? She wished people she befriended then were in real life. Summer is just a dream that had passed. 
Wow. Sorry that was so long >_<

 

[BlackRose]

(It's fine don't worry. (=^x^=)) 

ＭｙｒａＬｙｒｉｃＯａｓｉｓ。




When the Raven haired girl finished singing. Her mind was clear, transparent even; it was away from any worries, issues, etc. Myra drew in a deep calming breath and stood from the table. She strolled off aimlessly only to bump into a girl with wavy light brown hair.





"I apologize for bumping into you."





The girl says before looking up at the girls face. She knew she had recognized the older girls face but wasn't exactly sure where she'd seen her.


That's when it hit her.


Memories of the summer flooded her head and played before her eyes as if it were a movie.


Unconsciously Myra asked,





"Your Cassandra. Correct?"





Myra asked in a low tone as she was attempting to accept that this was reality. She didn't think she'd meet anyone from her expedition to Cozumel.


The images played back in Myra's head once more starting with the day she received a ticket for a cruise to Mexico. She'd gotten the ticket from the mysteriously generous person, by whom she'd never met, who has provided for her to live these past 12 years. When her mom passed away Myra knew she was on her own. Knowing her mother wouldn't be there for her caused the girl to be devastated. Myra starved herself for days until one day she just collapsed. When she woke up she was in a empty hospital room, a reminder that she no longer has someone she can say is her family. So she attempted to commit suicide.


But after she woke up for a second time she awoke to a hospital room filled with teddy bears and balloons, alongside with a single card that read:




Myra Lyric Oasis


Don't worry your not alone.


I know you miss your mother and I cannot replace her


But


I promise that I will quietly watch after you and care for you


As your mother witnesses you growing up from her seat in heaven


I will also promise you this Myra


We will cross each other's paths one day


And you will finally meet me.


And when that day comes it will mean that it's finally time for you to


Come Home.


Bye My




But that's not where her memory began.


Myra had opened up the envelope that revealed a ticket to a 2 week cruise that traveled to Cozumel Mexico and docked there for a week.


When the girl arrived to Cozumel she went to the beach where she met 9 others and almost instantly clicked with them.

It was as if they'd known one another for years...





(I was originally going to wait for everyone to post their starting post before beginning some interaction but all well.)
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[farewell]

"Nadia?"


Nadia groaned, shifting to let her arm cover her face.


"Wake up, Nadia!"


"Nnnnoooooo," Nadia whined, pulling her blanket up to cover her face. The thing was tattered and old, a thinning hand-me-down from her older brother. It had blue and red race cars all over it. Father refused to get her a new one, stating that the race car blanket was perfectly suitable.


"Nadi-uh!"


Nadia groaned again, pulling her arm away from her face and blearily opening her eyes. Before her stood her little brother, Samuel, with a big, gap-toothed smile and his fists swinging by his sides. He was too excited for a Monday morning - and the first day of school, nonetheless. Samuel was already dressed and ready for school in his dapper little vest, shorts, and tie, his blonde hair combed to perfection. He was cute, she had to admit.


"You've got too much energy," Nadia said as she pulled herself into a sitting position.


"It's the first day of school!" he said, grabbing her forearm and pulling her roughly out of bed. The two roughhoused often; much to Nadia's displeasure, the two were more or less evenly matched despite the ten year age gap because of Nadia's size and frame.


"Which is exactly why I should stay in bed," she said, twisting around and tackling him to the ground by the waist. Samuel howled as Nadia tickled him, adeptly avoiding stray kicks and punches.


"Nadia! Get down here, now." Immediately, Nadia jerked away from Samuel as though burned. Samuel caught his breath while his smile faded.


Sheepishly, he said, "Oh... daddy made breakfast." With a sigh, Nadia got to her feet and made an attempt to fix her brother's hair.


"Let's go, Sammy," she said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.


The Penley family lived in a lovely two-floor apartment on the Upper East Side - Park Avenue, to be precise, just in case anyone didn't believe how well-off the Penley family was. Nadia's room was covered with a soft, fluffy maroon carpet. Across the hall, Samuel's was covered in a similar dark green. At the end of the hall was the master bedroom, which Nadia avoided ever stepping foot in, for fear of somehow smirching the immaculate white carpet. The master bedroom was tastefully decorated with artwork, furniture, and various decor, as was the adjoining bathroom which had shining tiles and polished marble. The other bathrooms in the apartment were similar, though not nearly as large. Thankfully, Nadia and Samuel each had their own bathroom; Father insisted that Samuel shouldn't have to share with an older sister. The hallway, which connected all of the bedrooms (including an untouched guest bedroom), had thin, light brown carpeting that stretched down the stairs, which Nadia and Samuel now followed.


"You just woke up?" Father said, eyebrows narrowed critically. Nadia nodded and slipped into her designated seat, between her parents and across from Samuel. Nobody said anything more as they started on breakfast, though Nadia could, on occasion, feel her father's scorn as though he were sending it out in telepathic waves, just to keep her uneasy. Father concluded breakfast with, "Go get ready, Nadia. And hurry up."


And so she did. It took Nadia about half an hour maximum to shower, wash up, dress, and apply what minimal makeup she liked. Her bag was already prepared for school, which she and Samuel had done together the previous night per their father's request. Their mother donated new folders, notebooks, and pencils to both of them for the school year (despite her father's protests that "It's Nadia's last year of school; she can just deal with her old supplies").


"Okay," Nadia whispered to herself, her hand around the straps of her bag. A pause. "Okay." She swung the bag up and over her shoulder.


Her and Samuel attended different schools this year, which meant that she left for school by herself. She kissed Samuel and her mother goodbye, politely waved to her father, and headed for the bus stop (on Madison Avenue; buses don't run on Park). She paid for her own MetroCard outside of school, but she lived far enough away that the school regularly provided her with a bright green student MetroCard.


The bus ride turned out to be a lonely affair without her chipper little brother, and so Nadia plugged in her headphones and watched the stores go by her window as the bus went from stop to stop. She tried not to think too much about school; she didn't want to let school and academics run her life. Instead, she contentedly zoned out until her stop, which was, conveniently, not far from school. From a little cart she purchased a large muffin for breakfast, which she took with her to school. Though unfamiliar with the campus, Nadia managed to stroll in confidently, a bite of muffin in her mouth, and look around.


Soon enough, Nadia discovered a hallway of lockers with students milling about, depositing and retrieving things. She vaguely recalled an email she'd received from the school, explaining which locker was hers and the combination she'd need to remember for it. Following this vague memory, Nadia tracked down her locker and opened it after a few tries. Though she had nothing to put in it yet, she was glad to at least know where it was. When she closed it, she noticed a few familiar faces from the summer (while her father didn't normally like to treat her, he was happy to do whatever it took to get her out of the house for the summer so he could focus on Samuel). Ophelia ("what a pretty name!" Nadia had remarked upon meeting her), Cassandra, and Myra were all standing nearby, attending to their own affairs. Being new to the school (and quite frankly, not really caring about it), Nadia had no concept of popularity, nor any regard for it. All she knew was that she'd made some lovely friends over the summer.


"Hey!" she said, to whichever of them heard her.


((Little long, sorry! My next posts won't be nearly so long.))

 

[BlackRose]

((Don't worry long posts are fine.


☆〜（ゝ。∂） It gives us all something to read then figure out how we'll reply.


☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ And to everyone else as well, don't apologize about such long posts! (u_u)The longer the better, the more interesting things we learn about one another's chars.


♪(*^^)o∀*∀o(^^*)♪ You can allow all of your creativity glow out of you, make your posts however long you want just don't control others characters!


(￣^￣)ゞ))

 

[Chexxx]

Percy shakes her head, killing off her irrational thoughts. She removes one of her many sketchbook from her school bag and sets on the table. She also retrieves a pack of gel pens and an old book of poems. Her favorite poem in the book is several pages long. It describes odd and unique features on different human faces. The teen reads each stanza carefully, acknowledging every use of symbolism and imagery. Her left hand goes off into its own world away from her eyes, sketching and shading every piece of face her brain is informed about. Even without looking at the page, the paper quickly fills with bent noses, animated eyes, desperate frowns, elf-styled ears, and many other facial details.


Percy's hair droops onto the table, its thick strands sneaking into her eyesight. She tosses her hair away, sparking a seriousness in her eyes. Their gray hue seems infinitely deep; if someone were to look into them at this moment, they just might fall in and never return.


The girl goes about this intensely, concentrating her entire being on multitasking with art and words. This is her temporary world; the old gum residue vanishes from her finger tips and the muffled voices around her turn into mush. Soon the entire library has faded, and Percy can only visualize herself, wrapped in a ball, growing awkward shapes upon her face. Suddenly, the thoughts get to real...too precise.


Percy lets out a sharp, high-pitched scream. She falls from her chair, clawing at her face in a panic. Once the real world is back in view, Percy bites her lip for tears threaten to fall. Ignoring a teacher walking toward her, Percy jumps to her feet, grabs her things, and scrambles outside.

 

[Keira Winston]

The tall, beautiful blonde turned around seeing a familiar face. "Myra, is that you?!" She asked surprised. Cassandra was surprised to see Myra here in Manhattan with her. "You never told me you were coming here," Cassandra said still shocked. She was shocked but happy. As she was just about to hug the petite girl in front of her, her "friends" came by. She never exposed to her friends note cruise, that she was actually Cassandra. People knew her as Cassie or Cass. Her popular friends thought that Cass and Cassie where dumb names so they insisted that she be known as Cassandra, her full name, all around the school. Her friends stopped in front of Cassandra. "Uh, Cassandra, who is That?" her friend said "That" as if she was an animal.

 

[BlackRose]

ＭｙｒａＬｙｒｉｃＯａｓｉｓ。

Myra was lost within her abyss of thoughts and memories. Her ocean blue eyes seemed clouded and lost until a familiar voice reached her ears and dragged her back to reality. She allowed Cassandra's words to finally sink in before she replied,





"I didn't know I would be attending this school but I've live here in Manhattan all my life."





She smiled a bit until a group stopped and asked Cassandra about her as if she were a dog. Her smile soon became gelid as she boldly stated to the others,





"My my. Never have I seen so many ugly ass prostates gather at once. Now then sluts I was having a conversation here until you all decided to rudely interrupt."





The small girl mentally huffed before turning back to Cassandra.





"Now then where were we before those hussys intervened. Oh that's right!"





She stated before Cass could reply.





"What are you doing here? Do you attend this school as well?..."





She childishly rambled on until yet another familiar voice reached her ears. She paused and thought for a minute until she remembered the other girls name. When she recalled the girls name she smiled and waved excitedly like a small child,





"Hi Nadia!"





The girl happily exclaimed.
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[farewell]

Moments after Nadia spoke, her attention was diverted by Percy, who looked a little panicked. She appeared suddenly, emerging from somewhere, but from her angle Nadia couldn't tell where it was she'd been. She would've said hello, but thought better of it; Percy didn't seem very talkative at the moment. Nonetheless Nadia offered her a friendly smile, a clear invitation to come say hi if she wanted. Nadia wasn't the overly concerned or compassionate type, but she wasn't heartless, either. Since things so rarely got under her skin, she treated everyone else more or less the same. Nadia walked over to Myra, Cassandra, and company as Myra was unleashing her verbal assault, which Nadia listened to with a small sense of disdain - while not terribly supportive of the girls' behavior, she didn't particularly like such brash insults, either. Regardless, Nadia inserted herself easily into the conversation. "Myra, Cassandra, nice to see you two. Always good to start the school year already knowing a few friends." To Cassandra's company, Nadia politely said, "and hello to all of you, too. I'm Nadia." To herself, Nadia wondered if any of these girls danced as well. It would be an easy way to make friends right off the bat, if they did - some commonality to bond over.

 

[Chexxx]

Percy sighs, forgetting about the hallucination as her mind is drawn to something else...Or rather someone. She watches Nadia notice her and greet her with a smile. There were more. Myra and Cassie were also near her. Percy could not decide if they were figments of her imagination, mixed with memories of the cruise. Or perhaps... they were truly there.


The teen bites on her thumb's cuticle and laughs to herself. Her humor is from a mix of confusion, embarrassment, and the basic knowledge that her thumb between her teeth symbolizes flipping the girls off. She quickly drops her hand and bounces over, unbalanced by her heavy school bag.


She smiles weakly back to Nadia and waves awkwardly to the others. Her brain is flooded with mixed emotions, preventing her from properly analysing the situation at hand.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

(Jesus guys lol post when home still working )


Irish Ice Queen

 

[Keira Winston]

Cassandra was wondering why they were calling her Cassadra since she was pretty sure they liked calling her Cass or Cassie better. But, then again, her friends would literally assault someone who called her Cass or Cassie. "Who are you anyway? You act like you have so much power against us, but we have power against you," one of Cassandra's friends said snappishly to Myra. "Who are you.......?" someone asked Nadia.

 

[BlackRose]

ＭｙｒａＬｙｒｉｃＯａｓｉｓ。




The Cassies friends were starting to seriously get on her nerves. The girl looked at them with a cold smile as a murderous glare hid behind her eyes. They no longer resembled the sea as they became brighter, and looked as cold as ice.





"Who. Am. I?"





She repeated breaking up the syllables before allowing her icy smile to grow.





"I'm your worst nightmare. And if you continue to annoy me I may just decide to snap you into two. Not only did you disrespectfully as Cass about me as if I were a dog, you also refused to greet me. Not only that but I dislike your attitudes maybe if you learnt something called manners I wouldn't be angered by now, and things would be calm like the sea. But NO you just have to be a bunch of rude B-I-T-C-H-E-S."





The girl stated before her entire face revealed to Cassie's other friends a murderous look.





"Now Scram."





She stated fearlessly before turning back to the others and showing a sincere apologetic look.





"I'm sorry Nadia, Cass, and Percy that you all had to witness such a scene, but..."





She stated as her face soon showed that she didn't regret anything.





"But I refuse to allow anyone to think they can talk to me, talk about me, and treat me in such a manner that makes me seem absolutely worthless."





Myra drew in a deep breath and calmed herself down a bit while anger was still surging through her veins as a new headache took over and began to blur her vision. She refused to let it get the better of her and simply masked it behind a smile.





"Anyway I'm glad we can all go to school together! Oh and what classes do you all have. I have to wait to get my schedule but I was wondering if you all had received yours yet?!?!"





She babbled on excitedly like a small child on Christmas Day.
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(Lol @Gilmoregirl12 we'll be awaiting for your reply! (=^x^=))

 

[farewell]

Nadia smiled, charmed by Percy's unbalanced approach. Her first instinct was to reach out and touch her elbow or forearm, something to reassure her and say hello, but after having met Percy she wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do. Nadia could be sensitive, for now; not that she'd ever be purposely disrespectful, but she really lacked limits. "Hi, Percy," she said, in lieu of touching, before turning to whoever had spoken. "M'name's Nadia," she repeated, undeterred. "New this year. Nice to meet you." Nadia was unaccustomed to the kind of interaction going on between Myra and these cohorts of Cassandra's. She herself was so easygoing and social that people easily tended to like her, or at the very least, not mind her. The kind of confrontation Myra was having wasn't something she dealt with, and so, like most things, she brushed it off. "Well then," Nadia said, "that's alright, Myra. But, ah, I don't think I'd have classes with any of you. None of you are seniors, are you?" So much for that one, Nadia thought, but she figured she'd just end up meeting new people. "Unless there are any classes that mix grades."

 

[Dark_Psycho]

( sorry sorry sorry back. I been working a shit ton and I fucking love my boss and job. And for shit sake I gave up reading all that )


Ophelia had put her head phones in as she sucked in a deep breath and let it out. She walked slowly onto campus.she was listening to Malcifents Once Upon a dream by Tracie something or other. She walked to her locker and mouthed along. Ophelia sighed as she looked at her locker filled with black and whit model pho of her. She looked pretty on them. Ophelia had remembered the day she took those. It was at the beginning of last year. She had a hidden talent for photography. Her whole family did. She had a camera hung up in her locker.


Ophelia smiles and plucked the camera from the locker. She closed it as she pocketed her homework in her side canvas bag. Ophelia watched the other students and snapped photos. Nature was her favorite thing to shoot but people were also okay with her. She has started her habit back in Liverpool. She wanted to follow in her father's foot steps. Ophelias lens landed on some of the kids she met in Mexico. She stopped putting the camera down. She watched each of them closely. Yeah she had a good time with them, but how would they act here. She did not know, she would wait to see. As the next song came on her thin rose colored doll like lips curled into a thin but genuine smile. It was a track she had recorded last year. Ophelia even though being at school was in a fairly good mood. She had Choir dance and swim today. After school she take more pictures as she always did.


Irish Ice Queen

 

[Chexxx]

Percy continues to bite her lip, hoping the strangers get the point to leave, but she predicts they know something the group from the cruise doesn't. She had seen the girls around last year, telling a teacher Percy had tried to bite one of them. But Cassie was not with them was she? There had to be a link somewhere. Why else would Cass not stick up for Myra?


She looks at her summer pals, deciding this is a crazy dream, but for once, it was a happy one. She clears her throat, feeling more at ease in dream world.


"Well, I-I have Art 3, and I am supposed to be taking senior English... "


Percy doesn't explain the reasoning of why she only knows two of her classes, but she glances at Nadia as speaks, hoping to seem "normal," or at least sane.

 

[BlackRose]

ＭｙｒａＬｙｒｉｃＯａｓｉｓ。




Myra couldn't help but smile. She pulled out a pamphlet she'd received on the school and held it out to Nadia.





"The schools system is actually quite unique. They don't bother splitting up the students. They just place the students together based on their grades and their talents! I personally enjoy this system because that means that no matter what we're all the same, regardless of age, wealth, etc."





She smiled even more and her bright blue eyes twinkled with curiosity as to whether or not she'd be in the same classes as the others. She turned to Percy as the girl spoke and excitedly stated,





"Cool! Maybe we'll be in the same English class! But sadly I won't be in art with you. Oh but maybe we'll all have math or chemistry or even PE together! But then again I dunno if I even have chemistry..."





The girl showed various facial expressions that matched the contrasting pitches and tones in her voice. She pouted when the possibility that she may not have any classes with anyone appeared in her mind then her face brightened up again,





"Oh! But I do know I will be in Choir, Martial Arts, and Voice and Pitch!"





She gleamed a big childishly toothy smile directed towards her friend when she recognized the final girl she met on the trip.





"Hi Ophelia!"





She cheered at the blonde who was holding a camera.
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[Keira Winston]

"What classes do you guys have for first period? We should be getting to class," Cassadra said as her group of friends began walking away saying things like, "who even calls her Cass?", "Who does she think she is?", and "Does she think she could boss is around?"


Cassadra turned to Myra. "I'm sorry about my......... "Friends"...... Earlier, they were kinda mean and rude and.......," Cass but her lip not knowing what to say next.


She would tell them to call her Cassandra like her group would, but her real friends called her Cass and Cassie and it made her feel comfortable.


"Hey, Ophelia!" Cassandra spoke as she say her friend walk by.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Ophelia saw a girl named Myra wave to her and say something. With her ear buds in she didn't hear the girl, but she read the word a off ger lips. Ophelia waved and smiles at her. She hung the camera on her shoulder.


Ophelia wasn't sure if she was ready to leave her world of music just yet. So she leaned on her locker as she watched the other students pass. Ophelia kinda missed Liverpool, she was ready to go home once the school year was over her parents were allowing her to move back and live with her friends. Ophelia was excited yet sad, she liked America and the people she met here. In her mind how ever she didn't belong.Ophelia finally sighed and took her ear buds out. She walked over to them." Ellora dears, been a while yeah? How was the rest of your Holiday?"She asked in her almost heavy british accent. She tried to talk a bit slower since people still couldn't understand her at times.


Irish Ice Queen

 

[farewell]

"Oh, cool!" Nadia said, sporting a beaming smile. "I think I'm taking art... and it would make sense for me to take senior English, wouldn't it?" At least she'd have classes with Percy, which she was more than happy with. As she listened to Myra, Cassie, and Ophelia, she started trying to consider and remember her own schedule... which she probably could've afforded to pay more attention to. She'd never hear the end of it from Father if she accidentally missed a class. The thought actually made her nervous. "I, uh, don't know my first period class," Nadia admitted. "Or my schedule at all, really." She shrugged - she'd figure it out in time. "Hi Ophelia, nice to see you." As Nadia turned to greet Ophelia, she hastily swept her hair out of her face and silently bemoaned her lack of a hair tie. A nice, messy fishtail braid would suit her just fine right about then. "Hey, uh, does anyone have a hair tie I could borrow? I'm good about 'em, I promise."