Alright, I'm going to give a little more time for people who have claimed spots to post characters. The boy to girl ratio is currently 3:4 so try to keep it even please.
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Casey Cline
Walking to school was always one of Casey's favorite times of the day. Especially in October. The air was crisp and clean, and crunchy leaves littered the sidewalk. Casey adjusted the bag on her back that held her bass guitar and switched the hand she held her violin case in.
"I love autumn!" she sang loudly, laughing at the sound of her lack of tone. "Never was a great singer," she said to herself.
Casey skipped the last block to Oakridge High School and ran up the three steps to the front door. Students were already filling the halls when she came through the front doors. She knew most of them, since the town of Oakridge was so small to begin with, but didn't really know a lot of them.
Her first class was Physics, her least favorite class. Casey hung just outside the classroom in hopes that when she the bell rang she could slip in without that devil Mrs. Banks calling her out like she did every morning.
(once everyone arrives at school we'll get right into the kidnapping )
He stood there, staring at the front stairs to their school where man kids were lined up, smiling to each other, some yelling, some in huddles whispering. He watched them all, seeing the kids dressed in black clothing, their hair dark as the night, and the girls dressed in bright pinks and blues ridiculing them and laughing. He saw a group of boys throwing around a football, he saw a kid climb the stairs looking at them as if he was scared.
Alasdair knew he had to move, he knew he had to step forward, to leave the sheltered world he lived in. He had to step into that building, talk to people. He couldn't turn around today not today.
But at that very instant, he felt paralyzed. He could not move, he could not do anything. His whole body went numb as he stared at these people and felt his breathing quickly. He couldn't leave, he had to stay, though why were his legs pleading to leave. The letters came and went from the school saying that his attendance was mandatory, that he had to talk to the principal, that he had to learn about the course he had to take to make up for his education. He couldn't do it though.
He stood there, paralyzed until somebody bumped him on the shoulder which temporarily snapped him out of it. He turned around, and started to walk down the sidewalk away from the school, away from his fear. He had given in again, just like he always did.
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Any of you can stop him or anything of that sort if you want a person to talk to.
~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
I was walking through the hall when I accidentally bumped into someone. I glanced up at the person through my lashes and mumbled an apology, but the kid was already walking away. I shrugged and made my way through the throng of kids in front of the stairs and went up to my locker.
When I got my books, I made my way to the auditorium, where Mr. Bales held theater class. I was almost there too, before I heard, "Hey!"
I didn't stop or look, like I used to. I just kept on walking, hoping that whoever it was would just ignore me. However, I wasn't lucky like I was yesterday. I collided with a broad chest and looked up into a boy's face that I didn't know.
"May I help you?" I asked.
The boy's eyes narrowed, but then went back to the smile they'd been in. "Yeah, actually you can. My buddies and I were wondering, why do you think you're too good to talk to anybody? I mean, we feel insulted."
I smiled at him, and then used my greatest defence. Speaking another language. "Yo no me asocio con usted zambos porque usted es todo un desecho de mi tiempo precioso". I don't associate myself with you baboons because you are all a waste of my precious time.
Immediately a snarl came over his face. "I don't know what you just said, but-"
"Riposo il mio caso." I rest my case.
"Listen, you little skank, I-"
"Hey, why don't you just leave her alone?"
*Anyone can jump in. Sorry, posts will be better once we get going. Don't have much to run on
((WAAAAITT!!! Here's my character sheet, sorry for lateness!
Name: Dan Murphy (Flea)
Age: 17 (but only just)
Appearance: He's scrawny, and small, only about 5'2", reminds a lot of people of a mouse. He has a shock of blond hair that keeps falling into his eyes, for which he always looks for something to push back on it. Recently, the thing is aviator goggles. He has wild, electric blue eyes, and teeth the color of popcorn. Tends to wear brown and gray, apart from bright colors during social events. Most of his clothes get torn easily.
Personality: Flea was nicknamed for being over-eager, over-helpful, and generally over-annoying. He's always hanging around people, hoping to get into their conversation. Recently, he's been selling himself as a personal odd-jobs slave, just to be close to people. He would do anything to be part of a social circle. He also has a bit of a weakness for good-looking girls. Would kill himself for them.
Strengths: He isn't squeamish, and has trained himself to ignore bad smells, bad sights, and bad sounds (like the customer whose job was to sit and listen to their violin playing). He is quite fast, and strong enough to lift two boxes of laundry, including jeans.
Weaknesses: He's not that strong, nor tough. He takes rejection quite bad, and, as said above, will sacrifice himself for pretty girls.
History: He was born into middle class, and likes it. His life was normal up until he was five, when his parents decided to have another child. His brother, Jon, was the golden boy, the one who was stronger and less wimpy than Flea. Flea told himself that he was older, and thus had superiority, but, looking at Jon's popularity, he couldn't help but feel bad. It got worse when Jon looked older than him, leading Flea to become one of the top students just to say that he had better grades. Flea had one date, when he was fifteen. She was the one who dumped him. Girls think he's weird. He technically is.
Other: Up for love.
I'm sorry for not getting it in on time!!!))
This guy is so evil you could put him in between two slices of bread and call him an evil sandwich.
The brisk October air tugged and played with Lydia Jayne's soft black hair as she swiftly strolled to school. Feeling relieved to be out of her house, she smiled to herself. The day couldn't have started off better. Oakridge High School lay just before her, and this was a new day. Lydia hurried to overtake the rest of her classmates as they filed into the large brick building.
From the corner of her eye, she saw some girl bump into a guy that looked rather familiar. She couldn't quite place him, but something about him nagged at her. She turned to see him walking away in, what seemed to be, defeat. Forcing herself not to follow and interrogate him, Lydia scuffled up the stairs and down the hall.
Students from every direction crammed through doors and disappeared. And although her school was rather small, she still seemed to get a little disoriented at times.
"Lydia!" shouted a high-pitched, female voice from behind her.
"Yeah?" she spun around.
"Will you be joining us for class today?" Mrs. Banks inquired angrily, raising her eyebrows.
Ashamedly, Lydia obeyed.
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"When you can stop, you don't want to. When you want to stop, you can't." -Casper
Griff rolled out of bed, literally rolled and hit the cold, hard floors. His matress wound up on top of him and after he shoved it aside and his vision focused he looked up at his step father. Sigh.
"You're late," the overbearing, balding man said tapping on the face of an exspensive silver wrist watch.
"Yeah, I know, that was the general plan for Monday morning," Griff shot back standing up. His step father, Chris, shook his head and then marched out of the room like a whiny two year old who had just been reprimanded. Griff grabbed clothes and left his mattress on the floor.
He jogged down the stairs, avoiding the kitchen and his mother's not so yummy oatmeal yum yums. She called after Griff but he was already out the door and the school was in sight. He could still see students shuffling around outside the school, he wasn't late, he had plenty of time. He cursed the heavens but finished the walk to school nevertheless. It was only a block anyway.
He wound through the halls accidentally knocking over a scrawny kid at one point, Flea, or something like that.
"Hey Griff," Flea said and Griff gave a half listening head nod, I sort of care look back at Flea. He really only half heard him because Flea had shouted right into his deaf ear on the left. Then it was onto theater class, his assigned art elective so he could graduate, eventually.
He was just outside the theater doors when he noticed a girl, Dana, or Delilah or something bump into Kent. He made some annoyingly stupid remark and then she started speaking in another language, Italian maybe. That's when Griff suprised himself.
"Hey, why don't you just leave her alone," he said. Kent glared up at him then backed away from the girl. She darted off into class as Griff and Kent had their stare down. They used to be best friends.
"Why don't you mind your own buisness?" Kent took a step towards Griff, threatening.
"What a snappy comeback Kent, I'll have to remember to put that in my repertoire," Griff smiled and Kent looked at him quizzically, "look it up Kent. I'll give you a hint, it's under 'r' which is right after 'q' but before 's'." Then Griff turned and headed into class.
All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage, and I promise you something great will come of it.
Flea could feel terror smothering him like a blanket stuffed with razors. He hated collecting from customers, especially when it was this one. He was one of the group that idiot Kent had just left from, expertly separated from the group. This one seemed to be cross-bred with a bear, and at least a foot taller. Flea hated looking up at anyone, which was a pity, considering he was only five foot two.
"Excuzi-moi, my good sir, but I just thought I'd remind you that you said you'd have the payment by today, uh, two dollars fifty?"
He closed his eyes, hand outstretched. There was a booming laugh, as two notes and what felt like two quarters were deposited into his palm. Flea opened his eyes, relieved that he was still alive.
Then again, that customer's job had been especially tough, looking after his little brothers and sister as he went out with the 'gang'. It had been worth it, on the other hand, when his girlfriend had come over. Flea could still smell the scent of jasmine, see the way her hair gleamed like it was fire. He shook his head; she had called him 'polite and helpful, like a puppy' to her friends. He had no place with her.
He entered the classroom for, what was it, Physics? There was another girl there. Don't blush, you idiot. But it was inevitable. Just as it was inevitable that no girl would ever view him in that way. Just as it was inevitable that his brother would be the famous one, while Flea did what he always did.
This guy is so evil you could put him in between two slices of bread and call him an evil sandwich.
Luckily Mrs. Banks had been distracted by Lydia passing by the classroom. She had probably been trying to skip the devil-woman's class. I should have just done that. But seeing Lydia caught proved to Casey that she never would have made it away.
A boy named Dan, everyone called him Flea, made it into the room while Mrs. Banks was distracted with Lydia. He glanced over at Casey and looked away quickly trying to hide his red face.
Casey smiled and waved at him. "Hiya, Dan!" she said to him. "Come sit by me, bud."
Dan was a pretty good friend of Casey's. They were in all the same classes, both being around the top of their class academically, and she liked his weirdness.
*Hope it's okay Casey and Dan "Flea" are friends, Hero *
I dashed into my theater class, out of breath. The teacher glared at me, and I saw my classmates begin to snicker.
"Sorry sir, my car broke down and I had to bum a ride from my sister-"
"Just sit down Miss Zay!" he snapped.
I quickly sat down in the nearest empty chair, trying to fix my windblown hair and stop my panting. I heard the person next to me chuckle. I turned to face him, and blushed a little when I saw how cute he was, but managed to keep my voice level.
"What's funny?" I asked.
"Nothing, it was just your expression I guess," he said. "And maybe your interesting hairdo."
I smoothed my curls, my blush deepening. "I probably look pretty stupid don't I?" I giggled.
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Everyone was already seated when the girl rushed in. She blurted some excuse about a broken down car but the teacher snapped at her to sit down. She smoothed out her chocolate brown curls, it made him laugh. Girls tended to be very vain about their hair, but then again they did have more of it to worry about.
"What's funny?" She turned and asked, her green eyes glinting against the light.
"Nothing, it was just your expression I guess," his tone stayed even, "or maybe your interesting hairdo." She blushed a little, more than she had been before.
"I probably look pretty stupid, don't I?" she smoothed out her hair again and giggled. When she giggled her hand went up in one of those motions that people barely notice they make and covered her brilliant smile.
He leaned forward and looked into her lilly pad eyes for a long time before answering, "No." Then he reclined back in his seat and watched the teacher arranging people on stage for a scene they were practicing. The play they were working on was something of the teacher's own creation. Get anything wrong and he pretty much throws a hissy fit right on stage.
When the teacher was too engulfed in the scene to notice anything else Griff slipped behind the curtains then out the back stage door. He pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. It wasn't even nine in the morning and already his day was stressful.
All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage, and I promise you something great will come of it.
He saw his mothers car driving by so he quickly turned, cutting through the school's parking lot. He couldn't bear to face her, not yet at least. Creeping through the cars, he recognized each kind just by look, new their capabilities, the kind of engine. When he passed a beautiful silver Camero he had to stop himself from getting closer to it.
He turned around another corner, belining for the stairs that led to an open field where he would be able to hide out until the school day ended. But it wasn't until a couple moments of silence that the smell of burning cigarette reached his nose. He didn't like smoking, he actually disagreed with it heavily.
But stopping and turning slightly, he saw a boy standing there, eyes slightly closed, a cigarette hanging from his bottom lip. Alasdair felt himself freezing, felt himself becoming paralyzed. He just stood there, staring at the kid.
He wanted to move, but he couldn't bring himself to do any such thing. He was stuck.
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~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
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