The Elite RPers' very own. High School RP

[Snitch]

James looked down at his watch, and, deciding it was time for class, he took off, one earphone dragging down the edge of his red shirt to his jeans, the other in his ear. He removed the earphone and placed it in his pocket, jammed up with his wallet and iPod. He stepped up the iron stairs to the classroom, where he found a girl already there that looked good to his pleasing.

 

"Wow." He said, rather loudly. Afraid that the girl would think he was weird, he slumped against the wall quickly.

 

 

~~~~~

 

Mmm'kay Supreme, the girl is Marisa, for the record.

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

Marisa strolled up to the door from the left and leaned against the wall. She couldn't help but overhear music (or so it was called; Marisa preferred the term "garbage") streaming from the Ipod of the boy on the other side. Knowing how bad an impression she would make if she elected to plug her ears, she instead edged away until the sound was mostly inaudible.

 

Once she was settled, she reached into her duffel bag, feeling around to ensure she was prepared. After she felt her surprisingly light textbook, the cardboard box with three holes on each of its smallest faces, and her all-too-familiar switchblade, she satisfied herself with regressing into a sort of lucid daydream, ready to engineer another gripping story.

[Freeman The Master]

As Classes where about to start Jake and Gorge made there good buys and left.

As students came in they bowed there teacher but when Jake got to that point he just walked passed the teacher unknowingly what he did.

"so lets see science is first. Grate"

as he walked in he saw that wired kid that came up to him before school.

Ahh what the hell He thought

Jake walked up to the kid "Hay your that kid that me and my friend saw well stated to. My name is Jake."

[Careless Whisper]

Meti walzed into the Chemistry Class Room rather gingerly and took his favored seat in the back of the desolatingly boring room. Chemistry, then Geometry. I thought I applied for Astronomy instead of this crap. He thought aimlesssly to himself as he just sat there and paid no attention to the other conversations withtin the classroom. Instead, he pulled out his notebook and began to mindlessly write randomized words into the back of the front cover as if he were out of his own mind, yet still appear calm to those around him.

[Prada]

John Salvitori stopped looking at the trophies and turned to Atticus. "Well Atticus, I'll see you in Chemistry." He then turned around and saw a wide opening down the hall. He grinned, then stepped on his board and started riding down the halls of Canteberry High. He figured he'd probably get a bad rep with the teachers already. He wondered where Chemistry was. He hated science in general. Chemistry was going to be no exception.

[Chaotic Angel]

OoC: I still need to edit my application? OK, on my way.

 

EDIT: Edited.

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

Frankly, the salle de classe was a complete disappointment. Quintessentially, the desks were the only furniture in the whole room, and the walls, apparently, had been neither painted nor covered, so they still revealed themselves as rough concrete. The floors, however, were tiled just as the rest of the school.

 

Did the teacher take down the wallpaper or something? she wondered as she seated herself in the back-right corner, two desks away from a dark-haired boy who was writing absentmindedly on his notebook cover. Either it was really crappy and they had to change it at the last second, or we're in for a rough year. Ignoring the incessant chatter of the other students, she placed her duffel bag gingerly on the floor next to her and produced two pens from inside it. Unbeknownst to her classmates, only one of them actually wrote.

[Snitch]

James stumbled into the class, bag on his back. Spying the girl, he took the desk next to her, right at the back of the class. Setting his bag down, he pulled out some needs for the lesson. Considering he normally got his work done both well and fast, he brought out his book, The Dark Traitor. Weighing in at a good 786 pages, James had managed to almost finish it on the ride to Japan. He was at six hundred seventy two, to his memory. He pulled out two pens and three pencils, a sharpener, a textbook and a rubber. He set them out into an organised fashion, and, at the late appearance of the teacher, picked up his book and began to read.

[Prada]

John was still on his board. Even though the halls had filled up, he still rode on. He saw the Chemistry room open from about ten feet away. He rode in on his board then stopped, picked it up, and took his seat. He yawned. Nothing really appealing about this place other than some fairly nice people and the girls. He sighed and waited for his teacher to come in. He looked around the room. Almost everyone was still gathered in the hallway. He saw a girl sitting down in her chair getting set up, and a guy writing something in his notebook. Bored, he got out his knife and started tossing it up and down, flipping it around, and twirling it in his fingers. The sharp blade danced around with his hand. He yawned again, but kept his eyes from closing. One simple mistake could have his finger cut off.

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

Now seated properly, Marisa glanced with vague alarm at the boy who had just entered; he was rather flippantly tossing a glittering knife around as if it were as inconsequential as a potato. The knife was razor-sharp, and of large enough constitution that she doubted her penknife would do much good against it, as heavy as it was. Under the pretense of retrieving her own notebook, she managed to pocket her switchblade. She wasn't about to suffer some mortal wound on the first day of school.

[Snitch]

James eye balled the girl as discretely as he could. Sometimes his gaze would veer over to the boy playing with the knife, at such times when the boy would almost miss the catch, or it almost hit him somewhere. But, his eyes would always return to the girl, Marisa. He had learned her name by looking at her notebook - it was plastered on the front in bright blue ink. He sighed in a lovey-dovey sort of way, not his normal actions. Accidently slipping off his desk, he collapsed into the floor next to Marisa.

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

Marisa glared at the boy next to her, who had just fallen off his chair for no apparent reason. He had pulled her out of her reverie, which was never an advisable course of action. However, she supposed it was somewhat fortuitous that he had toppled over at such a convenient time; the teacher had just entered the room. She shoved her switch a bit deeper into her pocket and immediately began evaluating her professor for the next year.

[Careless Whisper]

OoC: Alright..now Angelic Champion is accepted. :) Also, reminder, since some of you are letting this occur alittle...but not too much.... Please remember not to rush this roleplay and take every character in it to account. I will not have anyone ignoring anyone else's characters and I do not wish to have so many people having to catch up to the progressing story.

 

 

RP:::

 

 

Meti noticed the girl and the boy and decided not to think too much of what was going on. Since he was new to the school, he was rather friendless so far, though he assumed that many of these classmates would take far too long to gain his friendship.

[Snitch]

James winced at the girl. He had just made the biggest fool of himself in the world. Ever.

 

He quickly clambered onto his chair, and, much to his surprise, the teacher hadn't noticed he'd fallen over. He pulled his textbook close to him, and opened it at the page on the board, forty-seven. Being cautious, he began to look at the girl again, as the teacher began to write other things on the board.

[Davok]

OoC:

 

Name: Gin Kinanji

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Interests: Cartoons, Knives, Violence, Horror movies

Dislikes: Music, Graffiti, People who look at him the wrong way, Bubble gum.

Extracurricular Activities: School Counselor every Wednesday and Monday.

Detailed Biography: Gin Kinanji was born to two well respected members of the community in Japan, the Kinanjis. Unfortunately, he was born clinically insane with psychopathic tendencies which became apparent when his parents caught him at the age of five torturing a squirrel in the back yard. So Mr. Kinanji brought him to the doctor who verified Gin's insanity. So Gin was sent to an asylum on the outskirts of the town where Gin stayed for five long years in a white room with padded walls and a straightjacket, going more insane by the day as he was overcome with loneliness. At the age of ten he was released and sent to wander the streets. Gin was out on the streets with no one to accept him and to stop the loneliness purchased illicit drugs off of the drug dealers. A social worker found him on the street addicted to heroin and chewing on a dead cat. So the social worker took him to a boarding school where he was anything but accepted. The kids bullied and hated him, and one day at the age of twelve Gin lashed out at one of the kids with a penknife slashing his stomach. He was send to Juvenile Hall for attempted murder. Now, after three years in prison Gin has been let out and sent to a high school in Japan...

 

EDIT: Oh, wait, am I supposed to PM this?

[Chaotic Angel]

OoC: Cool, I'll start now then.

 

IC: Ron was rushing to school with his drum kit, microphones and electric guitars and he kept dropping them all. He then said: "Someone gimme a hand!?" and struggles to get to school gates.

[Enrise]

Rokujo stopped playing for a second, and put his guitar away, and set it on his back. He helped Ron, by picking up some of the guitars so there is less weight for him to carry...

"I'm just making sure that these Guitars are in good shape for the persons that are willing to play with them."

[Careless Whisper]

OoC: Angelic Ghampion, is it even possible for one person (especially a High School Student) to be able to carry all that equipment?

 

 

Meti just sat there, looking at his watch and waiting for the end of class bell to take him to his Geometry class.

[galesonic]

OOC: i dont think thats possible

 

Brandon went to his Computer class and ending up playing online games. "Its a good thing they dont know about these games or i would be in trouble all year." he said smiling and continued playing while waiting for the period end bell to ring.

[Enrise]

--Not unless you have some stroller type thing to do it with... And let's say that Rokujo has a free period, because he didn't go to class... The next day he'll have a schedule change...

[Chaotic Angel]

Ron then thanked Rokujo for helping him and ran to the Main Hall.

[Enrise]

Rokujo brushed past him, and said, "You're completely late for your first class..." Rokujo then disappeared from Ron's sight, going to his locker...

When Rokujo arrived at his locker, Locker Number 666, he sighed, and opened his locker, to find what appears to be carvings, which said, "He who reads this warning beware, you will die in six days." Rokujo just put his stuff in there without paying attention to the carvings, thinking that it was a prank set up by cretinized lifeforms of what are supposedly homo-sapiens...

[Davok]

OoC: Um... Meti, am I accepted or not?

[Chaotic Angel]

Ron then arrives at the Main Hall and just sits there until a teacher appears.

[Careless Whisper]

OoC: Yeah.. you're accepted.

 

RP:::

 

The bell finally rang to release them all to their second period. Great, 5 more classes today. He thought to himself in meager dissappointment.