Realistic or Modern The Up and Comings

[NivieApple]

Bringing the rules in here too in case anybody forgot about them...

• All RPN rules gotta be followed
• Don't make everything about you
• No over the top characters. Creativity is encouraged, but no crazy unrealistic stuff, please
• Real face claims please and thank you! If you can't find one, just try to give a detailed description of your character in you CS
• Be courteous to other people, and if you have a problem, come to me about it
• Try to avoid one-liners as much as possible, there isn't a limit to how much you write, but at least a small paragraph is ideal
• No spamming chat of course. There should always be at least two posts between yours (UNLESS we have a situation where someone is unable to reply and we have to keep the RP moving with them on standby)
• Have fun? (That's what this is about ain't it?)

 

[NivieApple]

The tour went about as well as anyone could have expected. For a band comprised of a rag-tag bunch of high school students, their concerts had a pretty O.K. turnout. With the excitement running high, there was maybe a little drama here and there, but they're probably stronger for it. After that long trip, the band is back in their hometown. They got home on Saturday night. Probably spent Sunday getting their average lives back in order and reliving their favorite moments of the tour, and now it's officially time to break back into their normal lives. It's Monday morning. School is starting in just over an hour and no one can know what awaits the band when they get there. Their fame picked up throughout the tour, and all of your fellow classmates have heard about you now, whether they knew you before or not, but that doesn't mean your teachers will be cutting you any slack. And of course there are bound to be a few haters here and there, so watch out for that. Also, keep in mind that your parents have their own opinions about your new lives, though that'll be different for all of us. Time to restart your lives, everybody! Oh, and don't forget, you have band rehearsal after school at your label's studio and that weird guy from the pizza place a few blocks from the school asked you to play a gig this next Friday! Hope the stress of fame, school, and a social life doesn't get anybody down...

(I'll be making my first Jena/ Breyden post shortly)

 

[NivieApple]

Jena Lee Rose
Jena woke up at the very start of the ringing of her vintage alarm clock at 6:40, exactly an hour before school would begin. Her eyes snapped open and after a brief moment as the last of her sleep swept from her muddled brain, a small smile formed on her face. The first day of school. Junior year. The band. These thoughts made her sit up straight in bed and toss the thin sheets off of her. She hopped up, wincing a little as her feet hit the cool cement of her bedroom floor, then she scampered over to her little dresser and pulled out the outfit she had already planned out. It was still hot out, as Summer would probably drag long into just before October as it usually did around here, so a nice lacey tank-top and some comfortable shorts were thrown on. She slipped her feet into some plain flip-flops and grabbed the Febreze off her dresser as well. In this house, it was a necessity, though it sometimes messed with her asthma. In an attempt to cover up the smell of weed from her parents latest party, she sprayed the vanilla scented aerosol can over her clothes, though it mostly just smelled like vanilla-y weed. Maybe it was a slight improvement. She hated the fact that she could never get rid of the scent, especially cause she knew what people would think when they smelled it, but she had never touched marijuana or any of her parent's other 'favorite substances' in her life. After quickly running a brush through her dark brown hair. she left the small bedroom into the dinky apartment. Her parent's door was shut, which was in no way a surprise as they were never awake this early in the morning, and she quickly grabbed a granola bar for her breakfast and stuffed another one into her floral print messenger bag for a snack at school. After ensuring that she had everything and waving goodbye to her bass guitar in the corner of the room (it's a good luck thing), she ran out the front door, down the rusted stairway of the apartment building, and smiled giddily at the sight of her new, maroon Vespa. She had bought it as soon as they got back into town with some of the money they'd made off the tour, and every time she looked at the bike she couldn't help but smile. She'd also bought her first smartphone to replace her 'antique' flip-phone, but she didn't find it as fun as her new baby. Tugging on her helmet, she hopped on the Vespa, she had decided to call Cher, and started her up before pulling out of the parking lot and starting on her way to school.

Spoiler: Outfit and 'Backpack'

This is a just-for-fun thing, not a requirement and I'm throwing in 'Cher' just for kicks...

Breyden Hendricks
Breyden's alarm wasn't doing its job this morning. As the thing blared he continued sleeping soundly until an older woman came in the room and rolled him off the queen-size bed. He landed in a whirl of sheets on the plush carpet with a loud thud.
"Hey!" he yelled, but he didn't even open his eyes until he felt a hand tugging on his ear. "Ow ow ow," he let out, as he let himself be pulled onto his feet. His nanny Caroline, stood almost a foot shorter than him, but a stern look on her weathered face.
"You, my boy, would have been late if I didn't shove your butt out of that bed. Now get dressed. Breakfast is on the table and your car keys are waiting by the door. She released his ear and left the room as if she was never there, but Breyden just sighed and let his head fall back in a mixture of exhaustion and annoyance. Not annoyance at Caroline, just at his life. The tour had been amazing, a whole Summer with his friends, traveling the states. The fact that had his parents hadn't even been home, or even gave him a call, when he arrived home a few days ago, had really put a damper on his mood these past few days. He tried to shake off that feeling as he dragged his feet over to the dresser and threw on whatever. Before he left the room, he pulled on some converse, ran a hand through his hair, though it didn't do much good, and brushed his teeth. As soon as he'd descended the 'grand staircase' he could smell bacon and hashbrowns from the dining hall. He sat down at the end of a massive, yet empty, table and pilled a bit of fruit and the other foods onto his plate, then started eating eagerly. When Caroline entered the room, he tried for a grateful smile in her direction. Even if he was upset with his parent situation, he would just have to be grateful for Caroline and the prospect of seeing his group of friends at school later. After the tour, they would probably have lots of stuff to deal with, and he wanted to be a part of it all. As soon as he was done, he headed out the door, picking his keys up on his way out, and hopping into the only car in the driveway that wasn't a sportscar: his own blue jeep wrangler that he had somehow managed to get as a birthday gift from his dad last year. Then he started towards the school.

Spoiler: Outift and Car...

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[Sega]

Nemanja Vuletić

"Nele, get up!"
It was only three phone alarms later and two of his mother's (classically annoyed, as always) calls that Nele finally rolled out of his bed.​

"Yeah, yeah, I'm up!" He shouted back.
He was still getting sobered up from the tour. Nele was always a party animal, and the tour laid perfectly with him. He picked up a fair share of contacts. As far as he was concerned, he could get used to it.
He got up with a heavy feeling in his legs and went to wash his face. He was sure he'd be getting alcohol out of his system for the next week.​

He looked at himself in the mirror and grinned.
It was good to be back.
---
He gave most of the money to his mom. Bought her a nice necklace and a bottle of champagne as well. He didn't make nearly as much as the other band members, but it was enough to let his mother take a break, pay off some debts. It broke his heart to see her work as a cleaning lady and damage her health like that.

Finally all done up (and late - as well), he hopped on his old bicycle. He left some money aside to get himself a new one. Or maybe even a scooter...
He knew a guy who was selling one for half of a price...

He glided through the streets, paying no mind to the pedestrians, which resulted in a wave of shouts and swears after him.

He sharply stopped just in front of the school, nearly running over someone's dog.
He got off the bike, and smirked.

He saw Jena from a mile away.
"Hey!" He waved at her. "Where's my favourite forest nymph?" He shouted across the school ground, over students mixing with each other.
Good, he managed to make it in time to light a cigarette before the class started.

 

[dazzling]

josie clinton
Josie woke with a start, frantically grabbing her phone. Running her hand through her tangled hair as she checked the time, she let out a frustrated sigh. "I literally got 2 hours of sleep..." She mumbled to herself, collapsing back onto the bed before rolling off. Josie downed two cups of coffee before realizing she only had 10 more minutes to get ready. Splashing frigid water on her face, she began hacking at her ruffled hair. Even though she kept it short, it was always knotted.
Oh, I'm so glad I didn't drink much. She thought with a grin. Some of her bandmates had chosen to drink generously, and though Josie was inclined to she held back. She thanked herself for it now; She was pretty sure she couldn't deal with a hangover. Quickly winging her eyeliner and dabbing on some lipstick, Josie grabbed her bag and reluctantly headed out to school. Due to how close she was, she preferred walking over driving. Josie realized somewhat nervously that this was her first day back after tour. Hopefully nobody hates me now...

Spoiler: Day 1 Outfit

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[The Fluffiest Floof]

The alarm went off, the sound of a nuclear alarm. It still took around 2 minutes of continued sirens, until a movement could be heard. It was grumpy muttering, before a small hand came out of the ruffled bed sheets, simply punching the alarm clock. Which at that fell over, the alarm however continued. The muttering were now becoming curses in various languages. Then, a dainty frame with messed up hair that almost covered the complete head. To say Jessica had morning grumpiness was a huge understatement. But now, she was awake. She kicked the alarm clock, with that pulling the plug and sending it flying. It was a very robust model, so it withstood that with ease. Then, she slowly walked to the bathroom, to deal with the mess that was her face and hair. It took her about 25 minutes, until she decided she looked presentable. Jessica went with some very simple clothing. A hoodie, a skirt, kneesocks.

After she was decently prepared, she grabbed her bag and left home, making her way to school. She walked, since it wasn´t too far. Her mood was still on a very big low, since it was still early. On her way to school, she stopped by a local coffeeshop. She hated coffee, but what she did drink, every morning at that, was a White Chocolate Latte. With the cup in hand, every now and then taking a sip, she approached the school. Her face was a grumpy, yet cute grimace. She was adorably unhappy.

 

[NivieApple]

Jena Lee Rose
As soon as the dark haired girl had parked her Vespa and started to cross towards the campus, she heard a familiar shout and jumped a little in surprise. Then she heard the words 'forest nymph' and she smiled, shaking her head a little as she slowly turned and running a hand through her hair to calm down the helmet head she probably had. Eh, it wasn't super noticeable since her hair was always mildly curly. From a good distance away she saw the source of the shouting and waved back at Nele. She quickly made her way past the students who were ambling slowly towards the school and found her place near her friend. Beaming up at him from her short stature, she looped her arm around his to give him a friendly side hug, then backing up just a bit to stand in front of him.
"Can you believe it's already time to go back to school? I swear the tour went by so fast!" she said, a sort of giddiness apparent in her voice. Honestly, she hadn't given much thought to what would happen after the tour, and the thought of anything negative coming out of it had never even crossed her naive mind, so she was just going off of the leftover adrenaline from the whole experience. When she looked up at Nele, she remembered how wasted he had gotten. She was a total lightweight, which they had determined some years ago, and had made sure to not go overboard, but Nele had been a party god like always. It always surprised/impressed her how he could handle it because when she got drunk she was always a total mess the next day.


Breyden Hendricks
The dark blue jeep cruised down the street and as Breyden neared the school, he spotted a familiar head of short brown hair walking on the sidewalk. A smile grew on his face and he decided right then and there to drop his parent-induced negativity for the day. No need to bring his own drama to school, when there was bound to be enough already. He slowed down so the car was barely rolling, matching the girl's pace, and leaned over the passenger seat.
"Hey Josie, long time no see, " he called out with a goofy grin. His eyes slipped down her outfit before he could stop them and he pursed his lips, forcing his eyes back to her face before she could notice. He couldn't deny that she looked good, but she always did, he just never let himself acknowledge it. "Any chance you want a ride the rest of the way?" he asked, keeping a fully friendly tone.​

 

[TARDIS06]

Miguel Laymend
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A small crack of light streamed across Miguel’s visage as synthetic bells blared in the distance in an all too familiar rhythm; only to be drowned out by a groan. It was Monday, why was it Monday? Miguel threw off the bed’s covers as he blindly stumbled about his room, he swore this noise machine of a clock was around here somewhere. After a few painstakingly long moments, it was finally found on the floor under some haphazardly placed laundry. Once the silence replaced the incessant tune, Miguel rubbed his eyes before running a hand through his hair. Even after spending all of Sunday trying to be a bit more sober, he still felt hung over; maybe he should’ve stuck within his lightweight limit that last day. But it was still too early to worry about past decisions, he already got scolded enough yesterday by his aunt for drinking.

After doing his best to freshen up, Miguel settled on wearing a simple t-shirt and comfy jeans due to the still surprisingly warm weather. Though he soon found himself distracted and gazing at their tour poster he hung up on his wall. It might be a bit vain, but sue him; he loved the colorful design and was damn proud of the band.

Gathering his thoughts again in a few moments, a call from across the apartment warned him about the time, his aunt Charlotte had to leave for the train in a few minutes if she wanted to make it to work on time. So Miguel quickly grabbed a few last things before heading out into the living room. Popping a piece of toast in his mouth as he put his shoes on in quite an ungraceful manner, hopping on the opposite foot until each worn down high top was decently tied. Once he finished his toast Miguel made sure his aunt wasn’t looking before he added some of his spare change into a jar labeled ‘rent’ that was in a long line of similar containers each labeled with different payments. Cash hasn’t exactly been liquid lately and his aunt had been working like crazy these past few years. Miguel knew anything would always help, despite objections from his aunt, so he did what he could with odd jobs and recently the tour.

Putting on his knockoff ray-bands to try and block out the blistering sun, Miguel said goodbye to his aunt as he hurriedly shut the apartment door behind him with his rugged backpack and skateboard in tow. Walking down the stairs at a pace that the elderly would call slow, he called it methodical, Miguel eventually reached the warm sidewalks and oil stained roads. He wasn’t terribly far from the school, but enough where he usually had to pick up the pace a bit. Skating across the bumpy sidewalks and rolling out into the smooth streets whenever it was clear of speeding cars, Miguel relaxed slightly when he checked his watch and appeared to be ahead of his extremely fluid schedule. The sky was a beautiful mix of yellow and blue with only a few hints of clouds that rose past the buildings surrounding the road; he soon figured there was no reason not to take his time and enjoy the warm breeze that past him. It really helped with the lingering pain against the back of his head.

Eventually rolling up to school, one look from the principal staring out the second story window caused Miguel to immediately hop off and grab his skateboard. He didn’t exactly want a repeat of last year right on the first day. Once Miguel walked a few steps he heard the tell tale voice of Nele bouncing across the school grounds. As much as the headache tried to will him away from a conversation he pushed through it and walked up to Nele and Jena with a joking smile. “Hey, welcome back to the next 180 days of curriculum.”

Spoiler: Outfit

 

[dazzling]

josie clinton
Josie kept walking, fully aware of the royal blue Jeep slowly approaching her. She grinned, rolling her eyes, before facing him. "Hey, Breyden." She said, biting her lip. Josie then tilted her head slightly, raising a brow and smirking. "Ya know what, sure." She quipped, swinging open the car door and stepping in. As they continued down the rough asphalt, she added, "How are you? You holdin' up good after the tour?" Josie once more rolled her eyes before adding with a chuckle, "Hopefully you aren't as hung over as Nele probably is right now."​

 

[Sega]

Nele smirked. Jena was always adorable in his eyes - such a naive girl, blind to coons and con-artists that were a part of his world.
"Oh you. Come here." He pulled her into a tight hug. "And yeah, school, right? I forgot about that. But we are back as stars! Don't forget, all these plebs?" He took a drag from his cigarette, and in a joking tone, dramatically showed around the schoolground; "I want each one of them to have your signature by the end of the year."

He then stopped, deep in thought.
"Make it a signed picture."

It was then that Miguel appeared.
Nele pulled him closer, and put a hand over Miguel's shoulder.
"See this man, Jena?" He pointed at him. "This is a smile of a man who drank with me yesterday. 180 days of curriculum? You could travel the world in less than that. And one day - you will." He said, his selling voice full mode on. Nele tried to convince anyone who wanted to listen to him that they're all going to be stars one day.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

It didnt take long for Jessica to reach the school grounds. Her latte was even still half full. Her face however still was a grimace of bad mood and displeasure. But all that achieved was inducing the urge to pinch her cheeks and say something like "squishy squishy" into anybody that looked at her.

In front of the school, she found her bandmates, or at least some of them, in a cluster, talking. Usually, she´d stand next to them and hug everyone, but it was early in the morning. There had been incidents where she had thrown her pillow at people that tried to wake her up during the tour, so the other definetly did know how her mood usually was during this time of the day. Jessica silently approached the others and stood next to them, pouting. About nothing specific. Just pouting. About it being morning. And her having to wake up.

 

[apolla]

Spoiler: before tour

Spoiler: after tour

Melissa had been up for hours. She didn't want to admit that she was nervous about going back to school, but she was. Her band mates all knew about her change of appearance, but no one at school did, and those peers could be worse than the bands non-fans some days. Before leaving for the tour, she'd had multi colored braids and locks. She'd grown to love her hair, in fact, and when it came time to change it-- she almost couldn't do it. Her hair was now pastel pink and softer than it had ever been. Sometimes she just sat there and ran her fingers through it, hardly able to believe it was hers.

With a groan, she rolled over in bed and stared at the clock. It was still early, but she needed to get up and get ready to face the day. Shoving aside her rainbow comforter, she twisted and set her feet on the floor, sitting up. Her eyes landed on the collection of band merchandise she'd set on her dresser, and a small smile graced her lips. Guitar picks, drum sticks, shirts, bandanas, and more. It was her little shrine, dedicated to the band and their successful tour.

Realizing she still hadn't gotten up, she made a face and hung her head. Pushing herself to a standing position, she headed for the bathroom in her quiet house. Some time later, she was back in her room, dressed, and hunting for her messenger bag she always used for school. She located it under her bed, stuffed in the corner. Dragging it towards her, she coughed as she nearly swallowed a dust bunny as well.

Standing again, she brushed the dust off her clothes and left her room. Hopping in her little Toyota, she left for school, arriving there quite some time earlier than she'd expected. She sat there for a minute, then told herself she had to just go. Thankfully, she saw some of her bandmates as she got closer to the building, and she breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey." She quipped as she got closer, messenger bag slung over her shoulder. "How's everyone?"

Spoiler: outfit

 

[NivieApple]

Jena Lee Rose
Jena beamed when Nele pulled her in for a hug, and snickered as he started talking about being 'stars'. The girl had always appreciated his optimism. Then he took a drag from his cigarette she had only just noticed and her smile faltered for a split-second. She tried to keep a happy face as he talked about autographs and pictures, but cigarettes had always been a negative thing for her. She was around smoke all the time with her parents and she'd developed an unpleasant opinion towards it early, especially with her asthma. That thought made her suddenly remember that she hadn't packed her inhaler today, but she didn't have time to start to freak about it before she remembered that her parents had dropped off one at the school she could use in emergencies, not that there would be any. Not wanting to bring up the smoking thing for fear of upsetting anyone, she kept smiling, and when Miguel showed up she smiled a little bigger. At Nele's mention of going around the world, she laughed and nudged Miguel with her shoulder.
"Should be a good year, yeah?" She asked him, taking a small step towards Miguel, away from Nele, or more accurately, his cigarette. Then she saw Jess approaching and smiled wider. She almost hurried over to pull her into a big, before noticing the sour expression on her face. It was a little hard to detect, but she had gotten a bit better at translating Jessica's expressions. Instead of hugging her, she just tilted her head and said, "Rough morning Jess?" Then Mellissa joined them as well and she smiled bigger. It was almost everyone! She hoped Breyden and Josie wouldn't be late, they only had like ten minutes till the first bell.


Breyden Hendricks
Breyden grinned when Josie accepted the ride and sped up to the speed limit so they could make it to school before the bell.
"Ha! Yea, Nele was totally wasted last night. I didn't drink much, had to drive myself home and didn't bring enough cash to call an uber or something," he answered with a shrug. "What about you J? Enjoy the underaged drinking party?" he asked, turning his head just enough to give her a wink. The school parking lot was soon in view and he turned in and quickly found a place to park before taking the key out of the ignition and turning to pull his backpack out of the back seat.​

 

[dazzling]

josie clinton
"Underage? Pssh..." Josie replied. She quickly checked the time on her phone, then turning her head up to shoot a distressed expression at Breyden. She then took off in a run towards school, knowing he knew what she meant. Josie quickly approached the band, who had already grouped together. "Hey Jena." She said breathlessly, swinging her bag to her side as she came to a stop. "Aw, Jess, spoiled milk in your coffee?" She taunted, throwing a casual arm around Jess's shoulder before placing her hands on her hips and looking over everyone with a grin. "Hey." She repeated, giggling. "Eek, I'm so excited!" She squealed.
Josie was super pumped to return to school, though nervous to see some of her old classmates. Would it suck? Maybe. Who knows? Either way, Josie was excited to jump back in.​

 

[Sega]

Nele, done with his cigarette, threw it on the floor and stepped on it to shut it off. It was just a moment after Jess and Josie showed up.
"Yeah, Breyden. I was wasted. Wasted yesterday, wasted today, wasted next week when that pizza place gives us a gig. By the way, Jena, did he call you?" He turned around to Jena.

"You guys excited?" He looked at the rest of the crew. "It's not a national tour, but it's a cute diner anyway." He lowered his sunglasses from his hair down on his eyes. Brightness of the day was becoming too much for him.

"And look at this sad Persephone. Oh wait, not a sad Persephone, rather an angry and annoyed Medusa." He grinned, broadly gesturing at Jess. "What happened, you're going to stab someone? Not with a face like that, baby. Can I pinch your cheeks or something?"

 

[TARDIS06]

Miguel Laymend
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“To be fair, I’m pretty sure you’re the one who drank while I was passed out half of the time.” He joked as Nele put a hand on his shoulder, Miguel did his best not to accidentally stab his friend with one of the wheels on his skateboard. Rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses at Nele’s pandering, he tried to ignore some of the stares of passing students towards the three of them. He smiled when Jena nudged him slightly: “With the band? Of course.” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t stoked and optimistic about the upcoming year, with the way the tour went Miguel was still riding high off the adrenaline. Well, maybe not that high, a hangover can put an unwanted hindrance on some things.

Once Nele lit his cigarette, the smoke curling across the blue atmosphere that surrounded the burnt orange school, Miguel didn’t ignore it when Jena took a small step away from the coffin nail. He had gotten used to Nele’s habit over the tour, and may have recently forgotten about Jena’s dislike of it. He was just glad Nele put it out before someone said anything, didn’t exactly want to deal with a pissed off teacher again.

Miguel gave a small wave to Jess and Lissa when they walked up to the group, and laughed a bit, despite trying to stifle it, when Josie put her arm around Jess’s shoulder; he swore there was steam coming out of her ears, even more so when Nele suggested pinching her cheeks. A sardonic smile formed on his visage: “Jess, please slap Nele if he tries to. Or just take away his business cards, whichever works.” While he was solely joking, Miguel couldn’t deny the humor if Nele was slapped...

The latter situation should probably be better.