Realistic or Modern Our Romeo and Juliet Stories (Reboot) - CS

[Tsiwentiio]

Rules

1) Pretty please be nice and respectful to others
2) Keep all OCC in the OCC thread
3) This is NOT first come first serve, jbreezy and I will be choosing who will be accepted
4) This is a detailed RP, so a minimum of 1 paragraph per post
5) Because everyone will have a partner, please if you can't continue or just don't wanna be in the rp, please let me and your partner know
6) I really don't want to pick your partners, so before the rp begins if you are accepted please go to the OCC to figure out which character you would like to be matched with
7) Feel free to make friendships, enemies with other character in your school
8) If you have read this, please write tacos in the anything else section
9) Thank you so much for taking interest in this ​

CS

Name
| First - Middle - Last |

Nickname
| Optional |

Age
| 17 - 19 |

Gender

Sexuality

School
| Montague or Capulet? |

Height

Weight

Hair Color

Eye Colour

Overall Appearance

Personality
| 2+ Paragraphs |

Background
| 2+ Paragraphs |

Likes
| 4+ |

Dislikes
| 4+ |

Partner
| To be filled if accepted |

Anything Else?

Writing Sample (1 Paragraph)
| Scene layout: You are in class and your phone goes off and its a school group text that says that you have been invited to a party, write about their reaction to it and their prep for the party |
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Unknown

them

Huge masquerade ball at the Grand Inn Hotel 8:00 this Friday, you in?

Links

Interest Check
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/our-romeo-and-juliet-stories-reboot.345119/#post-8040317
Out of Character Chat
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/our-romeo-and-juliet-stories-reboot-occ.345158/
In Character Chat
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/our-romeo-and-juliet-stories.345434/
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Roles & Pairs

Montague High
1) Benedict Robert Grant jbreezy (Co-Gm)
2) Dierra Aniya Paterson playboy
3) Jana Alice Williams nymphadora.
4) Charles Angel Fisher CharlesAngel
5) Arabella Gabrielle Acardi princxss

Capulet High
1) Makenzie Marie Jacobs Tsiwentiio
2) Noah James Lox izayoiix
3) Arthur Derrick Smith Jr The Comet
4) Jamie Michelle Potter r e i
5) Karoleigh Anne Sutton apolla

Pairs
1) Benedict & Makenzie
2) Noah & Jana
3) Dierra & Jamie
4) Arthur & Arabella
5) Charles & Karoleigh
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[Tsiwentiio]

R E Q U I S I T E

Name
| Makenzie - Marie - Jacobs |

Nickname
| Kenzie |

Age
| 18 |

Gender
| Female |

Sexuality
| Heterosexual |

School
| Capulet |

Partner
| Benedict (Ben) - Robert - Grant |

Height
| 5'3" |

Weight
| 119 lbs |

Hair Color
| Brunette |

Eye Colour
| Brown |

Overal Appearance
| She has a nice light tan skin tone, she mainly keeps her hair down and in a beach wave style. She likes to keep up with taking care of her nails, and doesn't really focus on fashion trends |​

P E R S O N A

Personality
Kenzie can be described as being outgoing, she has never been afraid of anything or anyone, she is the type that if she wants something she will not stop until she gets it. She considers herself a very reliable and responsible person, she enjoys having fun and letting loose sometimes but when she has to be an adult about the situation she will. Although she is out there, she knows when it is appropriate to have a loud voice and be over the top, generally she is calm and just nice to people. She has never been one to care what people think about her and will be nice to anyone as long as they give her the respect back, or if they end up in her good side.
Kenzie sees herself as being a very protective person, she takes people under her wing and helps them if she can. When she is pissed off or angry, it probably is best to get out of the way, she can and will fight for what she sees right. Kenzie is not to much of an emotional person, although she will cry and be upset, she won't do it in front of you but behind closed doors its a completely different story.

Likes
| Horror Movies - Having Fun - Pizza - Her friends and family |
Dislikes
| Spiders - Thunderstorms - Clowns - Spicy foods
Background

Anything else?​

 

[jbreezy]

☂ ✦ ☁ ☾​

Benedict Robert Grant

Ben
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
School: Montague

Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Overall Appearance: Ben is not the typical definition of attractive. Instead, his is more striking, with his distinctive coloring. His dark black hair contrasts with his paler skin, making his light green eyes stand out. These good looks, coupled with his boyish smile and arrogant charm, have landed him in many beds around Montague High. After watching both of his brothers get beaten up by kids from Capulet High, he quickly hit the gym, not wanting the same fate. With time, he grew increasingly fit. With his training and natural athleticism, he earned a spot on the soccer team, although he's currently suspended for getting into a fight with someone on another team. Underneath his uniform, he's a proud owner of several tattoos, mostly on his back and shoulders. Usually though, they are covered up by button-downs or his favorite sweatshirt to avoid any unnecessary scrutiny.

Personality: Cocky and charming, most girls want to be with Ben and most guys want to punch him in the face. At school he tends to be talkative and resistant to authority. He tends to surround himself with a small group of male friends, and never turns away any girls. His arrogance has often gotten him in trouble with others, even his friends. But although he may be sneaky and manipulative at times, he's never truly outright malicious to anyone else. He will look down on people who don't stand up for themselves though. Ben doesn't take crap from anyone and doesn't understand why other people don't act the way he does.

At home, he's typically more reserved, doing whatever he can to avoid his father's attention. Although his mother dotes on him, his father can be quite disapproving and it can often make Ben anxious and on edge, especially with his older brothers in college now. When he does earn his father's disapproval, it usually ends in an argument, with Ben taking out his anger and frustration on friends and other loved ones.

Background: To say Ben was born with a silver spoon in his mouth is a bit of an understatement. The Grants have been making money in town since it's establishment long ago. Because of his wealth, Ben has been treated unfairly ever since he was a small child. Afraid of the Grant name, teachers passed him with A's, even though he could barely read once he finished kindergarten. Things only got worse as he got older. He was given whatever he wanted by his parents as a stand in for real attention and affection. As a result, he and his two brothers have been running Montague High for years, throwing their family name and money around to get what they want. Although not necessarily liked, they have become somewhat of high school royalty, holding court over parties and being followed around by a crowd of hangers on, who stick around hoping for an expensive night out or a reference once they apply to work for the Grant empire.

However, there is a burden that accompanies the family name. While the Grants will support their children through school, once they are done they are on their own. As the youngest of three, Ben was long ago pushed out of ever inheriting their father's lucrative investment business that he runs in the nearby city. The next logical step for Ben was to apply to college. But much to his dismay, he realized that there's more to admission than who your father is. With dismally low SAT scores and no extracurriculars besides partying and hooking up with girls, he is quickly finding himself running out of time and options.
Likes:
-Fast cars
-Fast women
-Playing piano
-Being Active
Dislikes:
-Being alone
-Reading (due to a case of undiagnosed dyslexia)
-Having to cook for himself (the staff has to go home some time!)
-Rap music
Partner: Makenzie Marie Jacobs
Anything Else?: I love tacos
Writing Sample:
As 24 senior heads bent over their notebooks, furiously scribbling, one dark head was noticeably relaxed. As large, aging man up front droned on about covalent bonds, Ben was busy trying to catch the eye of the blonde across the room. Screw chemistry, unless chemistry lead to....his lips curled up in a slight smirk at his own wit as the object of his attention looked up and caught his eye. Noticing he was staring, the girl blushed and looked down, before smiling at him. Ben grinned, knowing he had her attention. But his smile faded as the familiar vibrations began in his pocket. He pulled out his phone disinterestedly and pushed his dark hair back under his baseball cap before scanning his texts. A party on Friday? Ben rolled his eyes. There was a party every weekend. Who cared?

But as more messages began to roll in, he looked closer. A masquerade ball? His brows knit gently as he considered this. That was actually a big deal. It was rare that parties this big were held and it was at a nice hotel. He stole another glance at the blonde, a smile beginning to form. For some reason, people always seemed to loose their inhibitions when their identities were conceal by a thin piece of fabric. That, coupled with the stress of midterms was enough to send a reply stating he was in. He already had a tux, but he would need a mask. He began to scroll absentmindedly, blatantly ignoring the teacher until he heard him clear his throat.

"Benedict, are you getting this? You know this will be on the midterm." The man said. Ben cringed inwardly, hating the sound of his full name and the mention of the midterm.

"Oh course. Fascinating." he deadpanned, drawing a few titters from the rest of class. As the attention shifted away from him again, he relaxed slightly and went back to scrolling.

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[nymphadora.]

JANA WILLIAMS—

basics

name_ jana alice williams
nickname_ janie, baby-face, make one up
age_ seventeen
gender_ cisgender female
sexuality_ heterosexual
school_ montague
partner_ noah lox

appearance

height_ 5'3"
weight_ 114lbs
hair_ chocolate brown hair
eyes_ dark brown eyes
clothing style_ x o x o
overall appearance_ jana is a tiny girl, only standing at a mere 5'3" and having a petite body frame. her doe like brown eyes glistens in the sunlight, usually hiding behind a pair of thick glasses, while her light olive skin is decorated with a constellation of faint freckles around her nose and checks. jana's hair grazes past her shoulders in soft waves, framing her sweet, baby face.

personality

personality_ jana is montague's little pocket rocket, her head is always buzzing with ideas of new designs or sketches. while these designs buzz in her head, jana struggles to sit still. her leg is always bouncing or her pen is rapidly drumming non the desk. yet despite all of this, jana is a creative person. she's always caring a little black notebook her father gave to her, overflowing with different sketches and loose paper. jana is quite shy at first but once you meet her, jana's cheerful personality shines through.

although, jana does have her bad traits like everyone else. she's a pushover, scared of loosing friends and being alone but the meaning 'too far' doesn't register for her. jana can also get easily distracted from things, she finds it hard to focus on one thing for a long period at a time, like school.

likes_
★ art
★ tacos
★ netflix
★ fashion
★ sewing

dislikes_
★ french
★ the colour green
★ brussel sprouts
★ sandals
★ copy-cats

in depth

backstory_ jana was born in a middle class suburbia with two dad's, jackson and nathan williams. both of them were respected police officers, nathan working on the streets while jackson worked in forensics. jana adored her fathers with her whole heart. while they worked during the nights, her surrogate mother, alice, would look after jana and her two sons. at the age of four while watching a barbie movie, jana picked up a pencil and began to copy barbie's dress on the tiny screen. her love for art and fashion soon sparked after that magical experience.

as jana grew older, her fathers began to fight more. first, it was about money and her, then it became about tiny details that annoyed jackson. at the age of nine, the couple separated with jackson taking custody of jana. she rarely saw her other father, spending a few weeks with nathan every other month if they even remembered. before nathan left, he gave jana a small leather art book filled with clean pages for her draw on. jana never left her art book from her side, sticking a photo of her parents together in the front cover.

jana soon changed school after moving into a bigger home than the last one she had. her father enrolled her into montague high school while he applied for forensics nearby. jana struggled to fit in with her baggy clothes and tiny height but she soon found comfort in her favourite art teacher, mrs brown. jana tends to sit by herself in classes with beady eyes staring her down.
writing sample_ Jana didn't mind school; sure, it was a dread at times but it gave her time to draw in her little notebook filled with loose sheets. Her mind seemed to wander as the French teacher standing in front of the classroom droned on about the difference between the male and female pronouns in clothing. Her brown eyes focused on her tiny notebook as she slowly etched a small cartoonish drawing onto the corner of her sheet, her pink tongue peaking out of her lips, a small smile curling upon her lips. French was usually Jana's drawing period, she never liked the language and it seemed like a good use of time to spend time with her notebook.

"Ms Williams, are you paying attention?" The French teacher shrieked, her fake French accent dripping off her words as she spoke with a angry expression.

"Yes Madame Petit." Jana nodes curtly as she dropped in her pencil in shock, the lady may be small and weak but her voice could scare off Napoleon himself.

Jana grumbled to herself once more after the French teacher turned away from the small girl. As she picked up her pencil, Jana felt her phone buzz in her jean's pocket. She quietly placed her pencil down and pulled her phone out below the desk, hiding from the teachers view. Her brow rose in curiously as she read the text that appeared on her screen. Jana's small smile turned into a grin as she stuffed her phone back into the pocket
once more, flipping through her notebook for a clean page and began to sketch out a new dress idea for the party. For the first time in her life, she was going to belong.

 

[izayoiix]

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Nickname: Noah
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
School: Capulet
Partner: Jana Williams
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Overall Appearance: Noah has an average look that most people would skip over, and many do if they're looking for someone striking. Noah's appeal comes from a combination of his looks and his personality. While his face can be skimmed over, his laugh can make you stop and stare. While his energy can deter you away, his smile can make you stay. With brown hair and brown eyes and smooth creamy skin, Noah tends to wear hoods or beanies with casual street clothes, alternating between using glasses and contacts. In regards to his looks, he does have some care, but his motto in life tends to be as long as it's comfortable it works.

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Personality: Noah is the type that can't stop moving. There's always something new he can be doing and he has to go find it. He's loud and silly and can easily give someone a headache if they aren't used to him. He means well, but sometimes his first thought gets the best of him, and that leads to good and bad situations, especially when he's supposed to be in charge. He cares for those closest to him, but it can be hard to tell from an outside point of view due to his constant motion and image of impatience. Due to his inability to be inactive it comes across as dismissal to those who don't know him well, and can lead to him doing something that could confuse or bother someone in his quest for adventure.

With those he's close to however, he's an extremely caring friend and he tries to be as attentive as possible. When someone's sad, he does everything he can to make them smile. He enjoys a good joke and loves to laugh and make fun of himself, never backing down from making a fool of himself. Noah does have a bit of a temper, but it's extremely hard to find. He knows he can be difficult, due to his abundance of energy and because of this awareness, he knows to be patient when people get mad or annoyed with him. He's become annoyed with people often, but it takes a bit to get him truly angry.

Backstory: Born the second child of a fairly well-off middle class child, Noah's personality quirks have almost always been indulged. His mother and father were loving parents, but they were often busy, leaving his older sister of four years to look out for him most of the time. Due to the fact that she got more time with their parents than he did, she tended to be extremely patient with her younger brother's rapidly changing interests and did her best to keep him happy and entertained. Noah didn't mind too much, happy with the knowledge that he was loved and could do what he wanted. Within reason of course. Of course he tried to prank his sister with multiple plots, all with varying complexity which led to her quickly getting even, leading to his still present love of prank wars.

Having been the second Lox child to go to Capulet High, most teachers recognize Noah from when he would attend school functions with his sister and his parents when they could make it. Upon entering the school himself, the staff members learned extremely quick to keep out of Noah's way when he had a certain look on his face, knowing that he was planning on creating a mess that he may or may not have to clean up, depending on if they could prove without a doubt that he was the mastermind. Having never been really into school functions like his sister and his parents, Noah tends to claim that he has his own version of extracurriculars, some of which include going home and binge watching tv along with researching new prank ideas.

Likes:
☄ Jokes
☄ Electronics
☄ Food
☄ Competition
Dislikes:
☄ Slow Internet
☄ Broccoli/Spinach
☄ Schoolwork
☄ Rats
Anything Else: Tacos are beautiful things and I love them

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Writing Sample:
Frantically moving his pen across the paper on the desk in front of him, Noah chewed on the pen cap between his teeth, his face the picture on concentration. There could be no doubts. Noah was in the zone and nothing and no one could tempt him away, no matter how hard they tried. Trust him, his phone has tried.

It was fairly easy to ignore the constant buzzing of his phone, even with his love for all things electronic. The reason, of course, was because he was working on something he loved even more. His wonderful and beautiful masterpiece that even those with the most hardened heart would love. Lifting his pen from the paper for a moment, Noah studied his work of art with slightly narrowed eyes, going over every detail, making sure it was perfect. He had no time for mistakes! Everything had to be perfect! Everything would be perfect!

He'd make sure of it.

"Mr. Lox."

"Mr. Lox..."

"Mr. Lox!"

"Noah!"

Jerking suddenly at the shout of his name right by his ear, Noah flailed, his pen dropping onto his paper and then pen cap falling from his mouth to the floor as he fought to keep his balance on his stool. "W-wah....! M-Mrs. Ramirez!" he cried out, grabbing onto the table in front of him. "Wha-what can I do for you?" he asked his art teacher who was standing beside him with her arms crossed an expectant look on her face.

"The period is almost over, Mr. Lox." she began, shifting so she was holding out her arm, waiting for him to put his work in her hands. "I need your piece."

Noah's eyes widened and he stammered, trying to find an excuse to keep his masterpiece. It wasn't finished yet! "I-I..."

Mrs. Ramirez sighed, rolling her eyes before reaching down and grabbing the paper off of the desk. "Ah, wait...!" he cried out, reaching helplessly for his teacher as she began scanning the paper as she walked back to the front of the room. He deflated with a sad sigh and pulled out his phone, pouting at the fact that he lost his project.

Opening his text messages, he quickly scanned the chat, his face lighting up, his work quickly forgotten. A party? Well his sister did say she wanted him to get out more. And what better way to do what his sister wants at a Masquerade Ball! And if he ended up not feeling up to it, he could tell her he went even if he didn't! No one would ever know!

"It's perfect!" he shouted out, jumping up from his stool, his sudden movement causing it to crash to the ground with a loud clang! As all eyes turned towards him at the back of the room, he froze, his one hand still pumping the air in triumph. He chuckled awkwardly, slowly lowering his arms as his art teacher leveled him with a sharp look.

"Care to explain this, Mr. Lox?" she asked, holding up his masterpiece. A quick hand drawn map and planner going over the necessary steps required to break into the boys locker room and mess with the showers.

"Oops....?"

Noah James Lox​

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[CharlesAngel]

Charles Angel Fisher

• OVERVIEW
• PERSONA
• WRITING SAMPLE

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  Name
  
  Charles- Angel- Fisher
  
  
  Nickname
  
  Charlie
  
  
  Age
  
  17
  
  
  Gender
  
  Male
  
  Sexuality
  
  Pansexual
  
  School
  
  Montague
  
  Height
  
  5’ 3”
  
  Weight
  
  115 lbs
  
  Hair Color
  
  Light Brown
  
  Eye Colour
  
  Grey/ Blue
  
  Overall Appearance
  
  Charlie is a small boy with a small frame and a wide smile. He has longish curly hair and thick framed glasses (Though most of the time he wears contacts). He isn’t very fit and has very fair skin and freckles. He looks his age if not a bit older but certainly acts his age for the most part.
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  Personality
  
  Charlie is a sweet and naive boy who really sensitive and loving. He is very nervous and quiet, as he reveals he has a hard time making close friends. He is cautious about who he trusts. Once he opens up, however he is very vulnerable and obedient. He has very low self-esteem but is very compassionate to other people. He is emotionally supportive and affectionate, especially towards people who are in similar situations. He is a very powerful speaker and very organized. He is willing to put the needs of those closest to him before his own, but he’s not very emotionally strong. He is very flirtatious and promiscuous as well, and almost everything he does or says has a flirty undertone. He tends to be very sensitive when he attaches himself to people. He isn’t very street smart, but his book smarts are high above average. He is easily distracted, however. He is very helpful and smiling all the time unless he is super close with someone. If he is close with someone he can be very emotional and open with them.
  
  Charlie can also be very outgoing and social, as he is always running for student council. He is always very dedicated to projects and hardworking. He is willing to go out of his way to make friends with people to increase his popularity among others without ever being mean. He is polite to the stereotypical popular crowd, but he usually seems to be a loner. That way he is able to easily slide between groups, becoming dependent on different types of people. He is very flirty when he needs to be and a good shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen at other times. He genuinely likes people, unless they are hateful to others. Every friend group considers him the therapist, as he’s always solving problems for people and helping talk through many of their problems.
  
  He is also extremely emotional. If he does have a close friend or partner, he will talk about dreams and fears and isn’t afraid to cry. He is always talking about being a doctor or a politician or anything that can help people in any way. He does well under pressure and really wants to work in the ER or Trauma unit. He also would love to be a politician to set the political scene on its feet again. He wants to be a trustworthy politician for the people. Overall, he is probably too compassionate for his own good.
  
  
  Background
  
  He has lived in Montague School District his entire life, as have his parents and his father’s parents. They raised him in a very school spirit centered way. He is an only child and his parents were both very involved in school activities in high school. His dad was in Track and Field and Basketball and his mom was in Cheerleading and Theatre. Both of them have many trophies, jerseys, and spirit wear and expected the same of their son. When Charlie ran for student council, they were thrilled and helped him take campaign photos. Charlie himself stayed up all night working on campaign promises and things he could bring to the school if he were given a position on the council. Throughout junior high and high school, he has maintained a seat on the council and maintained steady popularity.
  
  Aside from student council, he spends time tutoring students or helping talk with students who are nervous about entering high school. He rarely spends time with anyone outside of school other than that. His radical opinions always give him a bone to pick with the other council members, but he usually keeps it to himself. He prefers only to state radical opinions if it helps more than it hurts.
  
  
  Likes
  
  + Politics
  
  + Parties
  
  + Socializing
  
  + First aid/ Medical studies.
  
  + Strawberries/ strawberry flavored foods or drinks.
  
  + Spirit Week
  
  + Event planning
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  - Hateful people (Unless given good reason)
  
  - Capulet Schools (Due to the way he was raised)
  
  - Strict rules.
  
  - Reckless driving
  
  - Science
  
  - Being stuck at home
  
  
  Partner
  
  | To be filled if accepted |
  
  
  Anything Else?
  
  Tacos!​
  
  
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  Writing Sample (1 Paragraph)
  
  Charlie felt his phone vibrate in his lap. Before looking down, he makes sure the teacher is focused on the lesson and not paying attention before he opens the message to read it. He notices that it’s a party invite from an unknown number, but that surprised him because most of the party invites he received weren’t from unknown numbers. Of course, he had the phone numbers of most people in his class at least, so he just clicked his phone closed, deciding not to answer until he knew who all was going. Between classes for the rest of the day, he jumped around from group to group. He found that most people he knew were going to the party and before entering the last class of the day he responded with “You bet!” He hurried over to one of his friends’ lockers and leaned against it asking only “Grand Hotel Friday night?” in an almost flirty way, after confirmation that he would be going, he turned on his heels and disappeared into his last class of the day. As many people began to chatter about the party, Charlie became more and more excited. He turned around and whispered to the girl behind him about what she was planning on wearing, who she was going with, if there would be alcohol or some kind of after party that would have alcohol. The girl behind him of course readily offered her house for an afterparty if he wanted to organize it. Charlie laughed but told her he’d consider it, given the short notice. He made a mental note to rent a suit and make a matching mask as he left the school and headed to the parking lot. He stopped multiple times to ask different groups of people if they would be there, most of which said yes. He blew a kiss to the last boy he asked before leaving the building and getting into his car. ​
  
  

 

[playboy]

Dierra Paterson

name: Dierra Aniya Paterson

age: 18

sex: Female

orientation: Bisexual

s t a t s

Grade: 12
Height: 5'4
Body type: short, but curvy in the bum area
Overall Appearance: Only standing at 5'4, Dierra is a mixed girl with black shoulder length hair that is naturally curly. She has nice, plump lips, and often wears a nose ring. She has what you would call a video-vixen body, having a lot of booty and a flat stomach, due to working out twice a week. She has more of an "urban" style when it comes to clothing, obsessing over the latest and best trends.
Style: 1. 2. 3.
Likes: ♡ Singing/Listening to all types of music
♡ Making money
♡ Instagram
♡ Meeting new people
♡ Food
Dislikes: ♢ Arrogant people
♢ School in general
♢ "Princesses"
♢ Country music
Quirks: ♧ Always loud when talking, walking, or doing anything. You always know when she's in the building.
♧ She hums when trying to think.
♧ Her edges always have to be laid.
School: Montague
Personality: Dierra is definitely a girl you would either love or hate. Her personality rubs people the wrong way sometimes. She's very blunt, even if you're her best friend, she will always tell you how it is. Instead of being super uptight, she's more of a laid back, go with the flow, type of person.
Dierra is extremely loud, but lovable, as well. Due to her tough upbringing, she never wants to be like her mother. She doesn't do drugs but smokes the occasional joint and drinks a few shots from time-to-time. She manages to do ok in school, averaging around C's in every single class. She's more interested in her music than at school. When she sings, many people tell her she has an amazing voice. People often compare her to Alicia Keys and Rihanna.

Tacos.[/justify]

b i o

Dierra grew up in a high crime, and drug-induced area, also known as Harlem, New York. At only the age of sixteen, Lorena Paterson had given birth to a biracial baby girl, Dierra Aniya Paterson, which didn't sit well with her parents. Lorena's parents were extremely appalled and outraged. They believed that she brought shame to the family name, and in result, she was cut off from all family contact. By seventeen, Lorena was on the Harlem street, homeless, with a one-year-old. After only a couple of months of being the street, her parents let her move back in, in hopes of changing her life style. They were wrong. Her mother turned to drugs and prostitution, because of her pain inside. She felt as if nobody understood her and that she was a burden, which was completely devasting.
Only being twelve, Dierra has seen it all. Nothing phased her anymore. She had very little idea what her mom was like sober, and that statement alone made her feel different than the other kids. Did her mom love her? Did anybody love her? That's really all she wanted: a stable and loving family. Her grandparents hated her guts, that, she knew for a certain. With very little recollection of what her father was like, from what she remembered, she had only seen him twice. Once on her fourth birthday party, and another on Christmas Eve.
Now, being eighteen, she understands a lot more than she did. She knows that her mother does drugs, and she vowed that she would never be like her. When she's older, she aspires to become an R&B singer. She wants her story known to bring awareness to situations like hers.
Writing Sample: Blah, Blah, Blah. Calculus. Blah, Blah, Blah. Dierra was immersed in her hypnotizing pencil tapping, the teacher continued to babble on, but she didn't give a crap. It's not like she didn't care about school because she did, only a little bit, she just rather be scrolling down her Instagram feed, posting her life away. She began to twirl at the end of her curly hair, Pursing her lips, she exhaled a long sigh of boredom, her eyes darting to the clock every so often.I'm so hungry, when is this class over with? Was only one of the many thoughts circling around her brain.
Shortly after, the female felt the vibration of her phone, in her newly bought denim jeans. Without drawing any attention to herself, Dierra took out her iPhone 7, eyeing the text she had just received from an unknown number.Quickly skimming over the words, a smile slowly formed on her feature, letting out a quiet, "Yes!" A party? Of course she would want to attend it if no one from the other school is going. She hated them with a passion, everyone did. She didn't have a clue why, and she didn't ask. It was sort of a given.
"I'm going! Can't wait!" She texted the anonymous number back. It only a matter of seconds, she was daydreaming about what she would wear.

coded by dwale​

(writing sample posted in Bio)

 

[Tsiwentiio]

Just as a reminder, remember to head over to the OCC chat to find a partner

 

[princxss]

WARNING: not iphone friendly.

A r a b e l l a ☾ G a b r I e l l e ☾ A c a r d i

​

"The chains on my mood swings just snapped."​

Name
Arabella Gabrielle Acardi

Nickname
Ari; new nicknames are always cute.

Age
Eighteen

Gender
Cisgender female

Sexuality
Androsexual

School
Montague

Height
5'8"

Weight
128lb

Hair Color
Charcoal

Eye Color
Mocha

Overall Appearance
Having been recently diagnosed by her Montague High peers with Resting Bitch Face Syndrome (RBF for short), Arabella doesn't look particularly amiable nor approachable by your average, angsty teenager on a regular day-to-day basis--and especially not on a Monday... nor a Tuesday, Friday, or any other day for that matter.

Really, however, up close (and absolutely dead asleep), Arabella is not as menacing nor as monstrous as fellow Montagues describe; across her olive-complexion are a series of chestnut-colored freckles--one of which is slightly lighter than the rest and is shaped like a teeny heart.

Personality
Arabella is a give-no-fucks, take-no-fucks type of gal; although there exists this colossal, asinine rivalry between Montague and Capulet High--or the Capulet and Montague High as the Capulets insist--Arabella couldn't care any less; nevertheless, Arabella is consistently discovered amidst enraged, mobbish Montague looking to wreak a little havoc in Capulet territory. After all, a little mischief never hurt anyone... Arabella is always on the prowl to discover a little fun.

Call it teenage angst, call it attitude, call it pms-ing--call it whatever the hell you so desire, but it would seem that Arabella is almost always, without a doubt, in a mood: not a jovial mood, not a doleful mood--just a mood; every word that escapes between the line of her rosy lips is saturated in sarcasm, every wayward glance appears to be an annoyed eye-roll, and every remark coated in a impenetrable layer of cynicism.

Mischief--if only that could be Arabella's middle name, and not Gabrielle. Arabella absolutely adores mischief; the temperamental teenager thrives off of the chaotic nature of the rivalry between Capulets and Montagues: somewhere in that pitch-black, bottomless canyon of competition, is an endless capacity for mischief, devilment, and fun.

Background
Until the age of eleven, Arabella had the picturesque childhood: she had a hard-working father that would entertain her childish tendencies after long days on the job, a beautiful mother that would read the exact fairytale every night until Arabella tired of it, and a fluffy Old English Sheepdog named Buttons who drooled everywhere.

Then, her eleventh birthday rolled by.

Her mother announced that she would be having a baby sister and Arabella was absolutely enthralled after discovering the benefits of "older-sister-privileges" on a Disney Channel episode. Nine long, impatient months later, out popped Violet Natalia Acardi; that's when the endless fighting began.

You see, Arabella's mother was a caramel-headed, mocha-eyed Italian woman, and her father was a umber-headed, chocolate-eyed African American man; you would think, at least one characteristic of the baby would resemble the father, right? Wrong. Baby Violet Natalia Acardi was born strawberry-blonde and turquoise-eyed.

Arabella's father tried to love this affair-made child as his own flesh-and-blood, but he couldn't accept her; he couldn't accept this byproduct of the love between his wife and another man, so before Arabella's twelfth birthday, he disappeared.

A few months later, young Arabella realized that her mother had been in contact with the other man; however, before she even had a chance to confront her, her mother had disappeared with the man, leaving Arabella and Violet all on their own, fending against the many dark corners and unexpected twists of life.

That's how quick life can change. That's how quick life did change for Arabella.

How was a girl, yet to even understand the dangers of life supposed to take care of herself, much less an infant Violet?

Likes
Arabella loves to explore the numerous nooks and crannies of the city at night; there is an entire treasure trove of hidden-gems to be discovered.

Although not one she is particularly proud of, Arabella likes to drink. As an eighteen-year-old student that has to raise a seven-year-old Violet all by her lonesome, drinking takes her mind off things.

Mischief--it's fun, it's exciting.

Arabella has a hidden soft spot for dogs--especially fluffy ones that remind her of Buttons.

Dislikes
Unpopular opinion: Arabella absolutely loathes milk chocolate--it's vile, and should be disposed of immediately upon contact.

Honestly, the fake, preppy cheerleaders at Montague High give Arabella headaches.

Sure, a little mischief is fun, but it's not fun when someone gets hurt. Mischief for fun, not for violence.

Montague High is Arabella's biggest, most bothersome headache of all.

Partner

Anything Else?
Unpopular opinion: I don't like Chipotle tacos.

Writing Sample
Scene layout: You are in class and your phone goes off and its a school group text that says that you have been invited to a party, write about their reaction to it and their prep for the party:

Ding.

The ancient history teacher paused, clearly disgruntled that the unwelcome ding of some unappreciative teenager's cellphone had so rudely interrupted her historical rantings on Phryne, the Greek prostitute--courtesan--of 336 B.C. Feeling the vibration of a certain electrical device in the pocket of her gray, spaghetti-stained sweats, Arabella grinned, raising her hand half-heartedly. "That would be me. Now, Mrs. Winkle, if you would so kindly excuse me, I gotta take this," Arabella uttered, her voice dripping thick with sarcasm. Before the old, red-in-the-face, antique bat had a chance to retort, Arabella had waltzed out of the dust-packed classroom, phone in hand.

"Masquerade party," Arabella murmured, a knotted canyon forming between her eyebrows, "why in the hell would I attend?" Suddenly, an unexpected lightbulb appeared over Arabella's tumbling braids as the corner of her lips curved upwards into a mischievous grin: surely, there would be a few Capulets there to cause mischief upon? There were aplenty of Capulets; surely, no one would miss one or two...

coded by princxss​

 

[The Comet]

"Well aren't you a little ray of pitch black?"​

Here's a

Basics

Arthur Derrick Smith Jr.

"A.J., Artie, Art"

Eighteen

Cis Male

Heterosexual

Capulet

Partner: Arabella Gabriella Acardi

Tissue, you

Appearence

5'8"

173 lbs.

Caramel Brown Hair

A.J. is known for and has a strong title for his good looks. His smooth and creamy golden skin complexion has definitely caught the eye of Capulet High. He is described as having fine, curly, caramel-brown hair, long eyelashes, and eyes that pop due to their distinct difference from the rest of his body. He has a slim, muscular build and is about 5'11" in height. His face is often described as being beautiful, sexy, gorgeous and angular often referred to as beautiful and leonine, with a narrow mouth. His skin is well taken care of, and is an example of hard work and perseverance concerning his beauty.

A.J. also has piercings on both ears and usually sports silver hoop earrings (the smaller ones for males).

Have a little

Personality

A.J. isn't necessarily the silent type but is still rather relaxed/laid-back/chill af. He wields a very sarcastic attitude, giving the impression of holding most people in disdain and is often thought of as extremely arrogant, self-centered and overconfident. He usually makes snarky remarks and rude jokes to his friends and at times stranger which is most often taken the wrong way, the guy just looks for a laugh. Despite this, Art is really easy to talk to, and as stated earlier is an easy-going fellow.

Aside from this, Artie is very loyal and trustworthy, and has kept multiple secrets for friends over his years at Capulet. He puts his friends and family above everything else, even if he doesn't show it. A.J. goes to great lengths to assure their safety and well-being, even if it means doing something cruel to another person or hurting himself (not just physically) in the process.

In spite of this, A.J. is very much a douche bag and has been in the pants of various Capulet girls. His charm, charisma and sweet-talking capabilities have landed him in various beds as well as tough situations. This has caused him to be unsure of what true romance is and so he has a hard time advancing in relationships aside of sex.

Likes: Basketball, girls, getting wasted, disrespecting coach/parents, ramen noodles
Dislikes: Tofu, advice (about personality), smoking, motorcycles

Bullshit on

Biography
Arthur was the third child of Arthur and Monique Smith, two black University professors. Arthur's two seniors, Breana and Zhenique Smith were twins, and older than Arthur by about three years. Arthur's older sisters were definitely his opposites, with them being scholars and perfectionists and him being a laid-back athlete. He was often neglected by his parents as a cause of him not showing any Academic prowess like his sisters. Instead, Arthur played basketball, and joined the Amateur Athletic Union (or AAU), to play competitively. He had to bribe his parents to do this, and even so, his aunts and uncles were the ones who took him to his games and practices with his parents still gawking over his older siblings. Despite the disregard he received, Arthur was an adept AAU player and was a fourt and a half star player in his first year, leading his team to the championships as their star shooting guard even though they'd later lose. He ended up winning the championships three years straight, and by the age of fifteen, he'd finally given it a break. Even with all his trophies, his parents never ceased the opportunity to praise Arthur which only pushed him to join school teams and show them athletics can be just as great as academics.

Your lip

Extras:
Anything Else?:

• A.J. is the star shooting guard of the Capulet Cheetahs
• He actually isn't stupid, and averages an A- in every major subject, which just isn't enough for his parents
• A.J. has slept with various Montague girls and honestly doesn't care about the rivalry between the schools
• A.J.'s personality is largely a byproduct of him constantly trying to get under his parents' skin

Arthur leaned back on the wall as Jessica pushed herself onto him, feeling her hot breath against his face, her hands sliding down his bare chest. She'd taken a glance down at his pants before looking back up at the jock with a daring smile. Artie couldn't resist, pushing her onto the opposite wall as he began to kiss her neck, making his way up to her cheek. He bit her ear gently, moving his hands down to her bottom as he scanned her face. He watched her eyes dart to the bed of her bedroom, watching her lip turn bright pink as she bit it. "Your dad's going to freak."Arthur whispered as he threw her onto the bed. He strolled towards Jessie, kneeling down on the bed over her he pulled off her shirt, revealing a laced black bra. With that, he leaned down, his soft lips meeting those of the smitten redhead as they kissed. It grew and grew, more passionate as the seconds passed, all seemed to be going well before a knock met the door. Jessica pushed Arthur back, forcing him up as he turned to his white dress-shirt that lay on the floor. "Jessie!" A male called out, his voice deep. It was her dad. Arthur quickly reached for his shirt, taking a moment to wink at Jessie before running out the back door. The cold air licked his face in a rush of adrenaline, slipping deeper into his shoes as he buttoned up his shirt. "I'll be back, Jessie." He said to himself as he made his way out of the MacIntosh compound.

Code by @Cecilia​

 

[Amare te stesso]

WIP

 

[r e i]

J A M I E ✮ P O T T E R​

Don't Talk

name +

jamie michelle potter

nickname +

jami, or ami

age +

17

gender +

female

sexuality +

homosexual

school +

capulet​

To Me

height +

5 feet and 5 inches

weight +

155 lbs

hair color +

dark brown but sometimes dyed light brown highlights or black

eye colour +

light brown with blue flecks due to her mother, usually darken so you don't see it

overall appearance +

Jamie is what you consider to be one of the better-looking people in her school. She is considered slim and has a tannish complexion due to her Latina roots. Her hair is worn usually down but she does sometimes have it in a messy bun. Her hair is curly but that curly that can be considered straight at times. Its length is always kept at her shoulders never longer. She carries the innocent look but she isn't really. Her face may look innocent but she throws you off by either always having a cigarette between her lips or her casual "what the fuck do you want" if you ever dare to come up to her but that is the only way to see her eyes.

Which is strange if you ever have the chance to study them closely. They are so light brown that they could be considered hazel if not by the darker tone that her eyes hold but that isn't the strange part, the strange part is that her eyes carries blue flecks in them which you can only see if you are close enough to her. She blames her mother for that.

style:

- + - +
​

Until I Had

personality +

Jamie is one of those people that won't say anything but you just know she isn't happy. She will just look at you with a look and walk away. She wouldn't say a damn thing but you'll know that she was fucking pissed at you. She isn't open about her life, she doesn't talk about her family, her home life or her past. All she says is that "I'll never be drunk or high enough to tell that story". She has a slight anger problem, but only when you touch her.

Jamie doesn't judge, and she is extremely loyal and protective. I mean so much, that if you fuck over or hurt her best friend. She would kick your ass from Capulet to Mars. She hates jerks, fuckboys, fuck girls, and basically any kind of human. She doesn't trust easily and always believe that someone will leave as soon as they enter her life. She is so used to be abandon, that she doesn't know if anyone will be the one to stay. She is sarcastic, and generally a bitch.

likes +

+ books

+ cigarettes

+ music

+ art

+ drawing

+ her little brother

dislikes +

- chocolate

- humans

- foster care

- her parents​

My First Smoke

background +

Jamie grew up in a world that wasn't safe. Her parents were drug addicts and heavy drinkers. Their names were Karen and Jesus. Jesus was a Latino man, and Karen was a blue eye girl from Ohio who got into the wrong crowd. The only reason she and her brother was even born, was because the condom broke or birth control didn't work. By the time she was 5 and her brother was 1, they had learned that if you want to survive in this world. You'll have to fend for yourself. Her parents didn't pay attention to their kids and had parties every weekend with strange man and women who came up and touched her and her little brother. If they cried or told them to stop, they would get beaten by the strange man and women.

When they were 7 and 3, people finally came and took them from their parents care and their parents were sent to prison and never seen again. Jamie and her brother Marco were sent into care. They spent 9 years in care, a lot of people came to adopt Marco or Jamie but they wouldn't leave without the other or they was so bad and horrible that they were sent back into care. Their social worker soon learn that if they weren't together, they would not stay. So she kept putting them in foster homes. Which ended up being a bad idea, because either the home wasn't a safe home and they came back with bruises or scars. Or the home was safe but the couple didn't want to adopt both of them.

Jamie had lost hope that her and her brother would ever find a home for the both of them but her social worker came through. When they were 16 and 12, a couple named Henry and Isabella came to adopt them. They knew that siblings wouldn't separate so they decided to adopt them both. Marco was happy, but Jamie who was so very used to being abandon that she didn't believe that anyone could want them. The couple already had two kids who were 10 and 8 but they had more then enough room. Marco settled in nicely and started to make friends. By six months, he was calling Henry 'Papa' and Isabella 'Mami' but Jamie wasn't so easy.

She kept them at arms length never getting close. Even after a year, she called them Henry and Isabella. She was close with the couple bio kids but she couldn't let her get close to the parents. She can never believe that they will stay,
and never abandon her. Her past proves that.

partner +

not yet

anything else +

she hates tacos

writing sample +

Ring

Jamie was in American History class, drawing in her notebook instead of taking notes when her phone vibrated. She stopped drawing a pair of eyes to check it. The teacher, Mrs. Boring looked at her expecting her to put her phone back but she looked at her and said "Go on, I'm sure somebody is listening to you explain economics. In space." The teacher gasped as students laughed but Jamie just looked at the text message she just got. A party...? She grinned at her phone thinking to herself. She was always up for a party, and plus some Montague kids might slip in since it is a masquerade party.

Surprisely through her years of foster care, it was always in the same school district so she grew to hate the jerks as much of anyone in Capulet. Jamie had herself punched a couple Montague kids just because they were on the Capulet turf. Everyone knew the rules, if you were a Capulet you never go on a Montague street and it was the same the other way around. She quickly texted back I'm in as Mrs. Boring came to her desk with a slip for the principal office. She sighed and said "Now Mrs. Carter, we all know that I'm not going to the principal office. See ya." Jamie then took the slip and threw it in the trash.

She walked out heading to her favorite smoke spot, smirking thinking about the party. "This would be interesting. " She mutters. ​

Tell me what's good about living in this place​

 

[apolla]

★Karoleigh Sutton★

Name
| Karoleigh - Anne - Sutton |

Nickname
| Leigh |

Age
| 17 |

Gender
| Female |

Sexuality
| Bisexual |

School
| Capulet |

Height
| 5'0 |

Weight
| 121 lbs |

Hair Color
| Originally blonde, currently the color pictured |

Eye Colour
| Blue |

Overall Appearance
| Karoleigh's skin turns brown in the summer, although during the winter, she loses her tan rather easily. Her hair is hard to upkeep but she absolutely loves how the silver hues play off on her tan skin. |

Personality
If you can't tell by her hair color, Karoleigh likes making a statement, whether it be with her words, with her outfits, or with her hair. She's more of an extrovert, and is usually the first person to strike up a conversation. She's a talker; it can be about anything. When she gets really excited about something, she'll start talking faster and faster until you might have to ask her to slow down or repeat herself. Call it a quirk. She doesn't really have a stereotype that she hates, or one that she really falls into. She loves makeup but she'll watch sports. She isn't crazy about shopping, but she'll go outside and toss a football around.

On the topic of her rival school, she doesn't exactly understand why they hate each other, as she's not a very hateful person. But high school can be a terrible place, especially for those that don't fit in. Mostly she stays out of the way, simply because she wants to survive these days and make it to graduation. Getting out of this town is a dream of hers; and it's one that she's determined to succeed in.

Background
Karoleigh transferred to this school sophomore year, when she and her father moved into this little town that lay in the middle of the two warring schools. They had no idea, of course, of the hatred between the districts. Her father only moved them out here to get away from their previous town, where there were rumors flying around about their entire family. Karoleigh's mother was the talk of the town when she turned up pregnant by someone other than Leigh's father. They only knew it wasn't his when her mother disappeared-- along with the man who the baby belonged to. Rumors began flying about her, and Leigh's father, and even Leigh herself.

Her father had an old friend who spoke highly of Capulet High. Her own daughter had gone there a few years back, so she raved on and on about how amazing it was, blah blah blah. Next thing Leigh knew, they were here, and she had to figure out how to fit in with a whole new group of people. It was hard enough adjusting without the war between the high schools. The first time she'd spoken to someone from Montague High, she'd gone home that night with a black eye. She'd lied to her father, learning her lesson, but not wanting to move again. Now here she was, senior year. She made good grades, had a few good friends and all, but she was ready to graduate.

Likes
~thunderstorms
~jewelry, especially long earrings
~dancing
~silver hair
~her father

Dislikes
~bees
~bullies
~unsweet tea
~doing her nails (she gets bored after the first hand)
~uncomfortable shoes

Partner
| To be filled if accepted |

Anything Else?
| Taco's are amazing! |

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Karoleigh felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and lifted her head, her eyes immediately falling onto Mr. Landers, her English teacher. Luckily for her, he didn't seem to hear the buzzing, but perhaps that was because he was already well into his sixties, with two hearing aids. Still, she waited until he turned back to the board before pulling her phone out of her back pocket, and sliding it around to place it on her leg. She waited a beat, then looked down and unlocked her phone, smiling slightly at the picture of her Husky on the background before it disappeared, and her inbox popped up.

Huge masquerade ball at the Grand Inn Hotel 8:00 this Friday, you in?

Karoleigh could barely contain her excitement. First of all, this gave her a change to use her new eyeliner that she hadn't cracked open yet. Second of all, a masquerade ball? Who the hell did that anymore? But the thought of putting on a sexy dress, coupled with an equally as sexy mask, and dancing her heart away made her happy inside. It would be a new experience. Despite all the parties she'd been to since coming to this school, she'd never been to one where a mask was required. Unless you counted Halloween, which she didn't.

It was a group text, but she didn't recognize the number. But that didn't bother her; new people were having parties all the time, and at least five people in this school had your number at all times. Word got around pretty quickly in a place like this. Clicking her phone shut, she looked up just in time to see Mr. Landers turn back around, and she quickly ducked her head and picked up her pen, pretending to take notes on the lecture.

code by pasta

 

[Rizzy]

Andrew Martell

Name:
Andrew Emmanuel Martell
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
School:
Capulet High School
Height:
6'7"
Weight:
203 lbs
Overall Appearance:
Andrew's physical frame is an average lean built, but lanky, standing at six foot and seven inches tall. He has a high top mohawk fade, and ink tatted on his arms, and across his chest. He has a light skin-tone; complimenting it with his light hazel eyes.
Likes:
Basketball
Smooth Jazz
Clothes
History
Dislikes:
The scent of cigarettes
Boring topics
Rude and arrogant people
Pineapple Pizza

Personality:
Andrew is modest, collective, and mostly chill. You rarely see him uptight nor uncomfortable when you're around him. He's ambitious, respectable, and caring among his peers, and has a brute force of competitiveness and athleticism when he's on the court as a starting Small Foward for the Capulet Cheetahs. Although he can be ill-mannered and manipulative when you mess with the wrong side of him, but he's mostly kind-hearted and untroubled. He always shows a persevering attitude when he goes through challenges across his life and strives to be better each day.


Biography/Background:
Coming from a great line of athletics in his family, having a strong-willed mother as a basketball player, and a grit tough father as a football player. At a young age Andrew was very active and involved with many sports; baseball, football, lacrosse, track, and field, you name it, but the sport he loved the most was basketball. every day after school he and his little sister Anika would go to their local recreation center along with their mother and practice every day. Being so athletically gifted to the game, he led his middle school basketball team to the championship back to back, making college scouts appalled by his talent. At the age of fifteen, he lost his father to a cardiovascular disease. The death affected him and his family harshly, but he still found a way to keep strong and content. Now eighteen years of age, and a shining bright future awaiting him and the game he loves.

Writing Sample:
In the isolated Capulet basketball gym arena, Andrew unzipped his Nike duffle bag and reached for his water bottle, guzzling it down until it was half-empty to quench his thirst from indefatigable suicides back and forth from the court. Sitting in the bottom row of the bleachers, resting, taking a break, and letting his body recover. He'd put his half-empty Gatorade water bottle back in his duffle bag and picked up his portable smartphone checking on his Instagram feed. He then unexpectedly got a notification from a text he received, it was about this formal, masquerade, party at Grand Inn Hotel he got invited to. He really had nothing planned on that night, "I guess I'll go..." he'd say to himself. He put his smartphone back in his duffle bag, and zipped it back up.

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