The Elite RPers' very own. High School RP

[.Requiem]

OoC: Where are we so Far?

 

Chris is going to be sick for a few days.

[Supreme Gamesmaster]

It turned out the status quo did have an aspect Marisa excelled in even without trying: appearance.

 

The boy who had fallen over in first period was by no means unique. She'd attracted four or five unabashed sophomores in the hallway going into Physical Education, during which she earned blatantly envious whispers in the locker room and another convergence by some obviously top-of-the-status-quo boys upon her. Even walking out of English History, the green-haired boy next to her, who she'd taken to be fairly serious, apparently couldn't resist winking at her as she walked out the door. She tried very, very hard to ignore this gesture and move on, rather than demanding exactly what warranted the advance. On the whole, she decided afterwards, she did a very good job.

 

Only Algebra seemed to keep everyone sane, though tentatively. This was partly due to the teacher; he was, by far, the best of her teachers, and many of her classmates seemed to agree. He took an interest in his students beyond "you succeed or I don't eat"; rather than teaching to get paid, he got paid to teach. She was looking forward to pleasant last periods throughout the year.

 

Now, she was packing up, burying her switchblade in its compartment, slipping on her backpack over her duffel bag, and walking out to catch the bus. As she did so, she noted a boy effervescently conversing with what appeared to be a magnet stuck to his locker door three lockers down. He seemed so innocently happy she couldn't help but smile a bit as she turned away, ready to begin work on the minimal homework she'd been assigned.

[Snitch]

OoC: You guys post too much. x_X

 

IC:

 

Speeding along the narrow corridors, James pulled out of the school and ran down the steps at a breakneck pace. He, remembering the acrobatics he had been training for ages a while back, double rolled forward to the bus stop, landing next to the pole, stood up, and leant against it, noticing the girl he had sat next to earlier come up to the stop as well.

 

"Uhh....hi." James said, shuffling his feet uncomfortably as he did so.

 

OoC: Sorry for shortness. -sweatdrop-

[Davok]

Gin had just finished conversing with the magnet. Grinning happily he clattered the combination in his lock and swinging the locker door open. The inside of Gin's locker was littered with random inscriptions and squiggles seemingly shoved in with his textbooks, which had the same strange lettering. Surprisingly, the drawings were very detailed and depicted many strange creatures that could have only be procured by Gin's imagination. Still smiling he took out his textbooks and sketchbook, talking to both himself and his textbooks as he did so.

 

"Ho ho, you have lots of Maths and smart things Mr. Textbook! Gin likes you, you are very smart with all that stuff written down on you!"

 

Pausing, Gin turned back to the magnet and his locker. "Bye bye, Mrs. Magnet and Mr. Gin's Locker! Have good Honeymoon!" he said and turned walking away talking to all and sundry.

 

"Oh ho, Gin got friendship and acceptance today! Did you hear that? Gin is good boy!" oblivious to the stares he was getting.

 

Skipping down the stairs, Gin sniffed in the fresh air as he opened the door. Suddenly he turned and walked towards the pole near the bus top that James was leaning on. Going right next to James, Gin tipped an imaginary hat. "Good day, Mrs. Bus Pole! How goes Mr. Sidewalk today?"

 

Holding a hand to his ear as if listening to a reply, he nodded sagely. "Yes... I know... Oh really?" launching into a conversation with the pole, not noticing James and Marissa staring at him.

[Careless Whisper]

OoC: Wierd names. :| I guess sense we're in the hang of this... now.. we do not actually need teachers to be even characters.. Since I want this roleplay to focus more on the drama and society in school. So, I'll just time skip away from the 3rd class and get all the way to the lunch period.

 

 

RP:::

 

 

After the lunch bell finally rang, Meti quickly gathered his belongings and shifted out of the door to go to lunch. He stopped at his locker first so he could put his notebook safely away for his next 2 classes as he had Advanced Instrumental Ensamble right after lunch and then he had Computer Applications after that. Then, for his final class, he would have his Japanese History Class. Different from English History, because Japanese History is only about his home country, English was about British History.

[Supreme Gamesmaster]

Marisa noted the boy's awkwardness and decided to forgive him of his earlier trespass, well aware of how embarrassing a lack of tact could be. Two bus poles down, she located the talks-to-everything, has-a-ton-of-knives boy she'd fled from in the auditorium.

 

"He's an... interesting... person, isn't he?" Marisa observed quietly, tearing her eyes away. "Really innocent, you'd think... but from the sound of it," she added, frowning a bit, "he's got a bunch of knives in his pockets."

[Chaotic Angel]

Ron heard the lunch bells ring and got out his money, he then went to the cafeteria to spent the money on his meals. After that, he just sat on the back gate of the school and listens to his music. Meanwhile, he got his football out and went to the tennis courts and started playing football.

[galesonic]

Brandon heard the lunch bell ring but he decided to stay in the auditorium. He saw the piano in the adutorium and started playing it. He's been trying to play this song for months but he still didnt get it right. "Damn. I still cant get this right." he said. He always thought he can never get the song right.

OOC: the song brandon's trying to play: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIVo0xGVSE8

[Snitch]

"Hmmm?" James said, looking up from shuffling through his bag. "Yeah, he's a little...weird." James agreed, pausing for a moment to find the right word at the end of his sentence. "I'm James, by the way." He tipped an invisible hat and bowed, much like the boy had done before. He shrugged that off and pulled out a book needed for his homework from his bag, then zipping it up again.

[Enrise]

--Maybe we should hold off the RPing until sometime after Christmas, because some people might be un-active, and eventually, they would try to make an attempt to catch up, don't you think so?

[Chaotic Angel]

OoC: As you said in my RP, yeah.. So, no posting starting here!

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[Snitch]

OoC: Actually, that's not yours to say. Meti could kick you from the RP for that... =/

[Careless Whisper]

OoC: He's right, I could..but I'm not gonna. Alright.. RP back online. Oh, Snitch, ...If I had a problem with his post about that, i would have already told him. :)

[Enrise]

--Great, how should we start off? Like we just came back from Christmas break or whatnot?

[Damiano Tosē]

Name: Light Kuro

Gender: male

Age: (must be either 14 or 15) 15

Interests: basketball girls life

Dislikes: death and rejection

Extracurricular Activities: (EX: Marching Band, Football, etc.) basketball and football

Detailed Biography: Light grew up in a town where hatred feel the skys the grounds even the people and more people hate more people die he couldnt take it anymore his dad died and his mom a prostitute so he lived with his auntie and uncle

Image (OPTIONAL): white skin, short hair color black, red eyes with the pupils black, wearing a V-neck and Levi jeans with nike blazers

[Chaotic Angel]

OoC: Maybe yeah, I regret that. Now, let's all start now!

[Careless Whisper]

OoC: GO AHEAD I'm not holding anyone back. Geez..start off wherever you left off. :|

[Chaotic Angel]

OoC: Will do.

 

After a few minutes, Ron went back to the Main Hall and got speakers out, he then tested it to see if it works, which of course it doesn't and then he orders two new ones. This costed $1300, Ron didn't say a thing and went to Art.

[Enrise]

Rokujo was wondering if he should tell the band that they should have a concert at the school, while roaming to Art aswell...

 

While Rokujo went to Art, he saw Ron there, and said, "Great, just the person I was lookign for!" Rokujo walked up to Ron, and whispered, "Think the band should have a concert?"

[Chaotic Angel]

Ron replied: "Good thinking, we should have a concert" and drew a picture of Ron and Rokujo at the Portsmouth Stadium in England with two electric guitars on the football pitch. He then said: "What'dya think?" He then grabs a few paintbrushes and awaits his answer.

[Enrise]

Rokujo gets a paintbrush, and draws a bassist, another guitarist, and a drumer, and a micstand infront of the Rokujo and said, "There."

 

-He just drew himself with a guitar and a micstand, a drumer, and bass, and another guitar.

[Chaotic Angel]

Ron replied: "Heh, that made it a whole lot better.." and then left the painting on the drying rack and waits.

[Supreme Gamesmaster]

The second day's schedule had only one variation from yesterday's: art was in place of literature. Marisa smirked at this; her creativity and artistic ability virtually transformed the course into a free A+.

 

When she arrived, the room was nearly full. However, two of the boys that had been in the auditorium the previous day were fraternizing so closely that they had left a seat open. Marisa smirked as she stole it, laying down her duffel bag and surveying the room.

 

It was much more interesting than the biochemistry room — or, for that matter, the auditorium. Eccentric figures and sculptures were hanging or balancing on every available surface; among them was an intricately crafted piece resembling the Grim Reaper involving nothing but a handkerchief, a marble, and two toothpicks. She smiled a bit more; if the teacher was going to allow more... morbid... creations, the course might as well be a free A++.

 

As the boys next to her continued to ramble, she picked up the word "concert" once or twice, which left little doubt as to what they were doing in the auditorium. This got her brain working. As much as she hated to admit it, music was a highly profitable business; she also knew she'd gotten their attention by intruding upon their trial meeting the previous day. Perhaps she ought to involve herself in their business. Receiving a cut of the profits might allow her to purchase some form of artistic development material, after all. She might even be able to afford the 138,000-yen fountain pen she'd been saving for, for the past year.

 

This could be very good, she mused as the teacher entered the room, wielding a laser pointer.

 

~~

 

Later, she'd finished her "preliminary painting" piece — a small figure wielding two blades, with a gun strapped to her back, and radiating waves of demi-electric energy. She was silhouetted against her own energy, save for her eyes, which, she had to admit, were gorgeously prismatic.

[Supreme Gamesmaster]

The second day's schedule had only one variation from yesterday's: art was in place of literature. Marisa smirked at this; her creativity and artistic ability virtually transformed the course into a free A+.

 

When she arrived, the room was nearly full. However, two of the boys that had been in the auditorium the previous day were fraternizing so closely that they had left a seat open. Marisa smirked as she stole it, laying down her duffel bag and surveying the room.

 

It was much more interesting than the biochemistry room — or, for that matter, the auditorium. Eccentric figures and sculptures were hanging or balancing on every available surface; among them was an intricately crafted piece resembling the Grim Reaper involving nothing but a handkerchief, a marble, and two toothpicks. She smiled a bit more; if the teacher was going to allow more... morbid... creations, the course might as well be a free A++.

 

As the boys next to her continued to ramble, she picked up the word "concert" once or twice, which left little doubt as to what they were doing in the auditorium. This got her brain working. As much as she hated to admit it, music was a highly profitable business; she also knew she'd gotten their attention by intruding upon their trial meeting the previous day. Perhaps she ought to involve herself in their business. Receiving a cut of the profits might allow her to purchase some form of artistic development material, after all. She might even be able to afford the 138,000-yen fountain pen she'd been saving for, for the past year.

 

This could be very good, she mused as the teacher entered the room, wielding a laser pointer.

 

~~

 

Later, she'd finished her "preliminary painting" piece — a small figure wielding two blades, with a gun strapped to her back, and radiating waves of demi-electric energy. She was silhouetted against her own energy, save for her eyes, which, she had to admit, were gorgeously prismatic.

[Davok]

Gin was typically sitting in the table that became conveniently devoid of students when the mentally unstable teenager sat on his chair. Ignoring this Gin got out his sketch pad and let out a sly grin as he conversed with his notepad. "Now, what should Gin draw on you today, eh? Hmm... maybe dat, or dat.... No, how about dat!" he giggled, pointing at imaginary objects in the ceiling. Then he held a finger to his lips and his face turned into a solemn look. Getting out an incredibly dull, small and overused lead pencil he began sketching on the white paper in seemingly random locations all the while chattering to his soon-to-be creation as he went. "Maybe I should give you this... No? You don't like dat? Don't worry, I'll fix dat..." Gin's pencil eraser was hardly visible in the metal rim around his pencil and it left a wild smudge of lead whenever he crossed it over the paper. Nevertheless, Gin continued sketching chatting to all and sundry as he drew.