Realistic or Modern ANOTHER Simple School RP?

[Rock And Roll Boy]

@Larry


@Windmill


If you're sure, Puddins.


I will post the intro in a few mins, everyone.

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Your characters receive a letter in the post, addressed them directly and requesting their parents or guardians also read it too: 


Dear (character's name), me and my staff are delighted to invite you to our most recent asset in our little community: Bellevue Academy. We've sent this letter out to local residents and hope it's reached every potential student. Requirement age is 14- 21, every one within that age is more than welcome. No uniform needed, although this may be changed in the future. You will find the address and printed image of the academy below, along with the current staff and details. Thank you. 





Bellevue Academy. 





Miss Summers. 


Classes: Science (in all areas), Mathematics


Outside of classes: Provides counselling and is medically trained.





Mr. Lucas


Classes: English (teaches it in numerous other languages too, for foreign students) 


Outside of classes: Provides revision lessons and a class to work in 





Mr Jefferson


Classes: Ethics, P.E, Geography


Outside of classes: Available for extra lessons and is medically trained.  

 

[PrincessIvy]

Lisette stared at the letter in her mother's hand, a look of confusion on her face. 


'How in the world did I get invited to a school? With my grades?' 


Her mother smiled and showed the letter to her father. 


"Oh, Lisette. I knew you were destined for great things. This school seems amazing." 


Lisette nodded and walked away, her phone in her hand. 


She called Alex, sighing when her girlfriend didn't pick up. 


'Was Alex invited? Will I have to leave her behind?' 

 

[Xenoin]

Noah skimmed the letter briefly, his fast reading having been developed from a young age.


"Interesting..."


He reads over it again before consulting with his father. 


"See Noah, this is why I hold you to high standards, that and your IQ of course."


"So you're on board with it?" Noah asks.


"Absolutely" is the reply.

 

[minajesty]

After she got out of the shower, she sighed in content and dried her hair. She grabbed her phone off the charger and was just about to turn it on but then she heard the faint call of her mother calling her downstairs. She sighed and put the phone in her pocket. "Coming mom!"she called out and quickly walked downstairs taking two at a time. 


"You have some mail."her mother said from in the kitchen. Me,Alex thought a little curiously. She never really received mail, so this was new. Opening it up, she smiled a  bit. "I got into a school."she said. Her mother just smiled at her and started serving their plates. But now Alex needed to call her girlfriend back. It was probably something important. Clicking her name in her contacts, she put it to her ear and waited for her to answer. I wonder if Lisette got this letter, she thought to herself as she siat down  across from her mom in the kitchen


@PrincessIvy

 

[idalie]

JASPREET SINGH
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After returning from the kitchen shift within the Gurdwara, Jaspreet shuffled through the door kicking off his shoes. Alas, there on the mat he gazed at the perfect rectangular envelope, emblazoned with his name. Ducking down to scoop it up, as he shoved his keys into his pocket and moved off into the kitchen whilst unwinding his turban. The pagh folded and placed delicately on the table while he busied himself with making tea and undoing the topknot of his hair. As a choice, he'd remained culturally and proudly inclined to keep his hair - which hadn't been cut since birth. As you can imagine, the tumbling black locks that most women would die for, reached half-way down his back and curled alluringly. Something he would only show more or less, if someone lived with him, or was a close friend. Apart from that, he was mostly questioned about what he kept in his turban. Entirely unexciting. Even the process of making a turban was time-consuming and having others take too much interest became tiring. Although he did appreciate helping out at the temple when the preschoolers came in for field trips.
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At last settling down while the kettle came to a boil, he began to carefully use the edge of his fingernail to peel open the letter, glancing over it accordingly. "I just hope they use more than salt, pepper, and tarragon in the food." Jas murmured under his breath, a smile creasing his lips at the humorous thought. "Why the hell not I suppose."
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[PrincessIvy]

Lisette scrambled back into the kitchen, glancing around hurriedly for her phone. She smiled at her mother as she handed Lisette her phone. She glanced at the name on the screen and answered. 


"Alex..." she sighed happily, "How are you?" 
She drifted into the living room and sat down, smiling as she waited for her girlfriend's response. 
@TheCandyEmo

 

[Hatt730]

Adam Harlow
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Upon reading, the odd letter seemed fictious and a bit pretentious at the same time - however he had only read the preface before his mother had snatched it with her red claws. Even though she had lived here for 39 years, her accent was thick as if she'd just arrived but of course, she was more eloquent than she let on. "Adam," An adenoidal emphasised "Ah-dam" escaped her lips. "Had you know about school before?" She asked, inquisitively. He had never proposed the idea to her but he had thought she spoke like this on purpose since Sam (his stepdad) thought it was cute. Whether or not she fabricated her voice wasn't to be decided, he was about to tell his forgetful mother that he had told her repeatedly for months about it. He let out an irritated sigh. 
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"Honey, don't wind him up." And with that her eyes were filled with a mischievous glint and sneaky smile appeared on her deadpanned expression. Sam seemed to be the only one in the world to break her poker face.
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"Ah-dam, I look over it now, okay?" She almost could wind him up with her intentional timidness. He sort of wished that her attention was back on Sam.
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When they were first dating,  they would kiss in front of him but had now done it when they thought he wasn't looking - but it was all too premeditated. The longing of love in their eyes as they glazed over their bodies... it was nuseating. He had known he had out stayed his welcome in his own home when it began to happen once again in front of him. 
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Adam walked away from the kitchen and towards his bedroom. All throughout the floors, Persian rugs felt his feet and endless walls filled with calligraphy.  He took out his phone as soon as he got to his bedroom, texting a close friend. 
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"Did you get it too?" He sent to Jas. Adam rolled onto his bed, wholeheartedly wanting eternal slumber. He had known Jas at his last school and wondered if it had made it to him, he knew that he was local but where Jas lived - it was hard to tell. 
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@HumansArentReal

 

[idalie]

JASMEET SINGH
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Pouring the steaming water from kettle to cup, into the loose-leaf tea, he glanced up in the direction of hearing his phone buzz on the counter. Finishing up, he reached over for it and swiped his thumb across the screen to realise the message was from Adam. A friend from school, and one who appeared to be more similar in culture than anyone else in the local classes. Yet moving to reply, he caught the letter in his peripheral vision again. It appeared it wasn't just him, who got the invite.

'Yup. Seems posh and caucasian, probably going to accept - this is about the letter rite m8?'
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If it was at all suspected Jasmeet put time and effort into his text vocabulary, they were dreadfully misunderstanding of who he was. 
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Whilst waiting on his reply, Singh continued to bustle around the kitchen, stealing one of the fresh batches of roti's his mother had made. Grabbing his tea to collapse into the soft, embroidered couch and flick through a million Bollywood channels his parents didn't really need but wanted anyway. At last when he found something decent to watch, he settled in and stretched till comfortable. Lying like an odd seal, to best achieve the greatest viewing of his awful television habits. 
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@Hatt730
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[Hatt730]

Meanwhile Adam had managed to roll himself up in his bedding, and mistakenly trapped his hands to his sides. Eventually he had to wiggle out of to his out of reach phone which notified him of a new message. For a gym rat, he had underestimated the tightness of his roll and soon enough he was pushing the sides outwards to untangle his burrito trap.


"Seems like it attracts pompus I'm uncultured."


A little snort escaped him as he added, "Pompous seems like a word used by the exact people..."


Swearing excessively wasn't unusual for him outside of his home, especially with close friends. He definitely had a foul mouth however he wasn't extremely public with it. In fact in general, he was a private person. With so many numbers, he only talked to one person on a daily basis - he definitely had a lot of connections though which led him to have great opportunities.


He had managed to remove himself with valiant effort, an effort which was rather tiring especially on the weekends. He grunted into his bedding as he could hear his mum speak loudly in Vietnamese on the phone. Why she had to talk so loud? There seemed to be no logical findings. He had no idea why her small voice boozed into his room like moped engine - that being he's never heard a moped.


He moved off the bed, sluggish and Buzz! Another message.


"heya, adam, wanna hang tonight?"


He was glad that his view was incognito... it was a prolonged message that had come up every so often from his ex. It was almost every day now so he could tell she was getting better but he dreaded actually seeing her IRL because he knew that wasn't the case.


Their romance had ended abruptly and she had yet to move on, to be fair, it was the longest any of them had been in a relationship but perhaps it was easier since he broke up with her. The relationship wasn't difficult or easy, it was just... mundane. The spark of infatuation had gone away after a few days and the oversharing definitely got to a point that he stopped listening to her. It just never seemed she went to the point, always stopping at unnecessary details. He figured it was a flaw in the majority of girls he had dated.


"We should hang out." He texted Jas.


@HumansArentReal

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

In a wrecked and messy house, not far from the academy, Tysim was snuggled on his leather sofa with Natasha snuggling up with him, her puffy hair blocking Tysim's view from her a bit. He held a letter in his hands, addressed to him directly. Natasha muttered a "what is it, love" to him, looking up at him, squinting a little since she'd taken off her glasses. 


"A letter..." He muttered back, tossing it around inbetween his hands. Natasha chuckled. 


"Well aren't you going to open it? You've been holding it ever since I arrived". He just felt nervous but opened it up, reading it carefully. 


"Well? What's it say"? Natasha begged him, looking excited, sitting up a little. 


"You know the new academy that's recently opened"?


"Yeeeaah, I know it, I'm thinking of applying there..." 


He smiled a smile that Natasha, even without her glasses, knew was now present on his face but it faded quickly. 


"But I'll be starting without you, I want to start the school year with you". Natasha moved her hair back and leaned in slowly, kissing his cheek, making Tysim's heart melt. 


"We'll be fine, love, I'm going to send in an application sometime soon. Then I'll be at that school sooner than you think". 


"With your genius, you'll be there in a flash". Tysim leaned in and his lips met Natasha's. Arms wrapped round earth other, they kept snuggling and started kissing. 

 

[idalie]

JASPREET SINGH
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'Ayy, bcs ur a pompous I'm uncultured.'
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Classy replies, for classy friends was his most adequate excuse for the lame insult. Either way, he let one leg hang in mid-air, arm thrown behind his head whilst he balanced the roti on his chest. Chewing thoughtfully as his short attention span was once more consumed by the Ancient Egyptian documentary he'd decided on. If there was one thing good about watching random documentaries that often had no real information to help his education, it was being cultured. Another excuse he made up to make procrastinating seem worthwhile. Which it wasn't. And so often was it popular to hold the tears inwards as he watched assignment dates loom, supping on a cup of sweet, sweet school-induced depression.
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At the next buzz, he lifted the mobile and gazed up at the screen - till accidentally dropping it onto his face and cursing the entirety of his existence. Retrieving it from where it'd balanced on his cheek, he rubbed his nose and set about tapping away.
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'Sure. Gotta do my pagh tho if we're goin out fam.'
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Jaspreet then continued to roll off the sofa and land with a thump of dead weight. If being described as dead weight could be attractive. Eventually, through effort, he managed to stumble to his feet and shuffle back toward the daylight filtering through the kitchen windows, like a beacon of both hope and sustenance. For as many households, kitchens were the heart of all homes.
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Singh was considered to find food more alluring than women, but then again, Singh was also expected to have thirteen children and be a successful medical practitioner. Or something of the sorts. Upholding the family respect as his grandfather called it. On the other hand, Jas had decided that perhaps avoiding them through schoolwork was the best way to deal with them and thus became reclusive in his time. A few girlfriends here and there, one or two he couldn't get over till re-reading their old messages and realising how awful his taste was. Trial and error were unfortunate things.
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@Hatt730
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[Daniel Reaving]

Ethan was were he normally was when not at home or school. He was at the training gym for his fighting. Standing in the ring wearing only shorts and UFC gloves as he stood there hands up staring down his "opponent" who was his coach fired with two hand pads, chest pad, and head gear. "Remember Ethan. Eyes open." He said before quickly throwing a hand forward which Ethan immediately punched before another one came and another and soon him and his coach were in a very quick rhythm. Left right left right left left right left right right duck dodge left right they went almost in one big blur they were moving so fast as the song fast lane by bad meets evil blared from the stereo in the gym. His father sat off to the side reading the letter with a smile 

 

[minajesty]

Alex couldn't help but smile when she heard the sound of her girlfriends voice. It seemed like she hadn't heard it in forever, but Alex knew that wasn't true. The last time she had called her was last night. "Im good and how are you?"she asked. "Oh and sorry about not answering sooner. I was in the shower."she added feeling a bit guilty about not answering to Lisette. As she waited for her to speak, she read over the letter on the table and took a bite of her bacon. 


@PrincessIvy

 

[PrincessIvy]

"I'm good. Better now that I get to talk to you," she smiled wider, her mother rolling her eyes endearingly at the loving look on her daughter's face. "It's okay, Alex. As long as I get to talk to you... Speaking of which, there's something I was meaning to ask you... Did you get a letter from that new academy today?" 


@TheCandyEmo

 

[Olivier]

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Name:
Robin Weisel
Nickname:
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Rob, Robbie
Age: 
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 14
Gender: 
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Male
Orientation (Sexuality):
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Homosexual
Crush: 
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None for now. Talk to me about this!
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: 
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None.
Theme Song:
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N/A
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Eye Color:
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Dark Brown
Hair Color: 
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Dirty Blond
Height: 
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4'10
Weight: 
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55 pounds
Diseases/Allergies?: 
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• Asthma (Triggers: Dogs, Pollen, Cold Air, Cigarette smoke)
  
• Allergic to Dogs, Pollen and Shellfish
  
• Limp (from a leg injury 3 years ago)
  

Body Modifications:. 
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None
Personality: 
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Most people say I kind of have a chip on my shoulder. Mention my height, my voice, my limp, or just about anything else and I'll.... well, I won't fight you. I'm too tiny to fight people. I'll probably just flip you off and swear at you in Yiddish until you go away. I don't mean to be a complete asshole, but I feel like if I let people have their way with me, my perpetual bullying situation will only get worse.

I mostly just try to stay out of people's way, though. Nobody really wants to be friends with me, so I generally assume anyone who approaches me is just here to pick on me like everyone else does. If they prove me wrong, well... they're in for a bit of a letdown because I'm not very charming. At my best, I'm quiet and socially awkward, and at my worst I'm a touchy little bitch. So... just leave me alone, okay? I promise I won't bother you.
Likes:  
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• Reading
  
• The dark
  
• Quiet spaces
  
• Fixing appliances
  
• Classical music
  
• Soccer
  
• Video games
  
• Cats
  
• Robin can sing really well, but prefers that no one knows that.
  

  Dislikes: 
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• Loud, Sudden or High-pitched noises
  
• Florescent Lights
  
• His height and general appearance
  
• Public humiliation
  
• Loud people
  
• Most music
  
• Pain
  
• Dogs
  

 
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History:
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I was born one snowy January evening 15 years ago. My parents were poor and currently supporting my mother's piss-drunk sister, so my birth came at kind of a bad time. The family already had a two year old girl in tow, and tons of debt piling up. I was born with a couple of different medical problems, most of them having to do with asthma and allergies. Nothing is harder on a dirt poor family than a kid with medical issues. I can only be glad my parents didn't dump me in the orphanage on the spot.
The early years were uneventful, at best. My mother never really liked me much, but my father and I got along like peas in a pod. We did just about everything together, and shared a lot of interests. Even though we were always dirt poor, there was tons of stuff to do. When I wasn't at Hebrew school or regular elementary school, I'd play soccer with my dad or go hiking. We'd always get into a lot of trouble, but we'd have lots of fun. Except for that one time when I was eight and I broke my left leg in two places. My parents couldn't afford to pay to have it fixed up at the hospital, so it didn't really heal properly and now I walk with a bit of a limp.
My sister Rachel was more of a shy, inside person, so she wasn't a huge influence on my childhood in the way my father was. She had her friends, and for a while I had mine. We never fought, but we weren't close.
And then there was my aunt April. Oy vey, was she ever a bitch. She'd always be drunk and hitting me around and the only one who ever stood up for me is my dad. But that's not that important. I never called CPS on her or anything, mostly cause my mom wouldn't let me tell anyone about the abuse. She felt bad for her sister and wanted to keep her safe in our house, even if it meant me getting beat up and yelled at.
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Then the accident happened. Last month, my sister was killed in a motorbike crash while with her boyfriend, who was also killed in the collision. They say her spine snapped in half and she died immediately. By the time the paramedics arrived, they were both goners.
Back at home, it was just a regular day in early August. We were expecting Rachel home by four, and we were a little worried when it was six-thirty and she still wasn't back. The doorbell rang, and I assumed it was my sister and went to answer it. But it wasn't her. It was the cops. They sat us down and told us what happened.
Our parents were understandably devastated, but I personally only felt rather numb to the whole event. It's as if it never really occurred to me until later what it actually meant to lose a family member. I still have doubts about whether or not I was good enough to her while she was alive, because we never had much of a bond.
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So then we had to move to this hellhole. This apartment has to be eight times crappier than our old one. I started attending high school early because I'd been out of middle school for a while during the move. Believe me, starting early was not a good move.
Vehicle: 
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Too young to drive
Cell Phone:
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Can't afford one.
Other:
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Name origin: 


Robin, as in the bird. Not that difficult to understand.


Nickname, if any
(if so, explain its origin – e.g. who created it?):


His father calls him Robbie more often than not, and most of his classmates refer to him by one nickname or another.


Does s/he like the nickname? 


He doesn't like it, but he tolerates it.


Birth date: 


January 30th


Place of birth: 


Denver, Colorado


Ethnic background: 


Ashkenazi Jewish (Polish on one side, German on the other)


Religion: 


Jewish


Degree of religious practice 
(e.g. orthodox, casual, lapsed): 


Casual


Current address: 


41 Chevalle Street


Does s/he rent or own? 


Rent


Brief description of home
(apartment, house, trailer, etc.): 



A run-down brick apartment complex. Some of the windows are broken or cracked, and the plumbing leaks constantly. There isn't much furniture to be found in there apartment, and what is there is quite old.



Does s/he live with anyone? 


Parents, Aunt


Describe the area in which s/he lives 
(big city, town, rural, other):


Shady urban neighborhood.


Is this his/her ideal home and location?
If not, what would s/he prefer?


 


Home decor (check all that apply):


___ Expensive _x__ Inexpensive 
___ Carefully planned ___ Comfortable
___ Neat __x_ Cluttered


When someone walks in, what's his/her first impression?


"Crap, these people really do have no money"


Pets? 


__x_ No (why?) Can't afford them.


If yes, what kind and how many? Name(s)?


N/A


How important are they? How well are they treated?


N/A


Current occupation 
(include length of time, location, job title):


Shelf stocker at the local bookstore.


Job satisfaction (happy, discontent, ambitious...):


Discontent, but willing.


Income level:


$5 an hour


Education:


Public school


Does s/he drive? What kind of car does s/he own, if any? (Make, model, color, age, etc.):


Robin's family does not own a car, and he's too young to drive anyway.


Sexuality 
(e.g. straight, gay, bisexual, asexual, unsure...):


Gay


Marital status:


Single, obvoiusly.


If married or currently romantically involved, with whom, and for how long?


N/A


List any significant previous romantic partners:


N/A



For current spouse/partner, what does the character call him/her (pet names, nicknames, etc.)?



N/A



How did they meet?




N/A




Any children (include names, ages, other parent if different from current partner)?






N/A




Describe relationship with each child (if any):

 

[minajesty]

"Oh yeah, I did. I was just about to ask you that."she said, smiling a bit. Thank god, she thought to herself. If one of them didn't get the letter, she didn't know what she would do. She didn't really like the idea of getting separated from her girlfriend. "How about we meet up sometime today?Before school."she suggested, messing with the eggs on her plate.


@PrincessIvy

 

[PrincessIvy]

"Oh, god, yes please. It's been too long," Lisette giggled and shook her head, "16 hours is way too long." She licked her lips and moved the phone to her other ear. 


"Wanna meet at the cafe? I kinda want a latte." 


@TheCandyEmo

 

[minajesty]

"Yeah sure sounds good. I'll see you in a few minutes. Bye love you!"she said through the phone before hanging up. Alexandra finished her food and put the plate in the sink. "Thanks mom. It was good. Im going out to see Lisette. Bye love you!"she called out to her mother and slipped on her shoes. She didn't really like living her pregnant mother alone, but she always assured Alex that she would be fine. Alex grabbed her car keys and got into her car. @PrincessIvy

 

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DAVID LOUIE PAVLOV
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Nicknames:
Davy and Lou, but the nickname Lou is restricted to family only or close friends.                                                                                      
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Age:
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Sixteen.
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Gender:
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Male.
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Sexuality:
Bisexual with a male preference.
Date of Birth:
March 22, 2000.
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Appearance:
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[See above; Picture is of Ezra Miller]
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History
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Childhood/Family Life:
Davy had a relatively normal childhood, accompanied by four older siblings. He was never really close to any of them but his older sister Margo, and lacked friends in elementary and middle school. His mother was his elementary school nurse, so he often spent his free time in the nurse's office. He developed an interest in health science after once substituting for his mother and giving his classmate a check-up.
                                                             
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After his mother's unexpected death, he began living with his older sister, Margo, at least until his father starts returning his calls.
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Secrets: 
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He has previously fooled others into buying his herbal remedies without a full list of its effects for money.
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Despite a severe bug bite and sting allergy, Davy still collects plants without much examination or general cautiousness and bases the safety of his finds on superstitious beliefs.
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Personality:
Davy is a broad-minded individual who's quick to adapt to new situations and to start exploring. He's a live-in-the-moment kind of person and enjoys change and new things in his life. Though appearing level-headed and calm, it's rare to find him being sitting still. Davy's always up-and-about, looking for things to do or sights to see. Adventurous and fiercely independent, he's exceedingly curious, investigative, and straightforward with his questions. However he's delicate and gentle with the things he loves, mostly his plants and hardly ever people. 
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But he's also impulsive and irresponsible with his decisions. Davy never spares much thought to the consequences of his actions or even to rules or law. He's selfish in this regard. He's emotionally detached and distant from others, often taking a long time to develop close relationships. Relationship building for him is hindered due to his blunt attitude and his tendency to become aggressively competitive with others. It's hard to keep his attention for a long time as he's easily distracted and he will leave if something becomes too routine.  Despite his desire to go into the medical field he is  squeamish and superstitious.  He can come off as annoying or pretentious. He's too foolhardy and bold for his own good.
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Likes:
Cologne (wears too much), candy, the color blue, the sci-f genre, old western movies, Marilyn Monroe, older country music (think Hank Williams Sr.), smoking, adventure, guitars, plants/gardening, herbal medicine, natures, reptiles (particularly tortoises and turtles), thrills, biking, freedom, traveling, curiosities, roller skating, fictional languages, jean jackets, seafood, tea, boys, renaissance history, health science/medicine history, classical and rock music.
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Dislikes:
Insects, sunburns, heavy storms, the sea, drama, bright colors, loud noises, clingy people, driving recklessly, tight clothes, intolerance, people treating his plants without care, being called 'girly' for his interests, cleaning the house, litterers, overbearing authority, routine, rules, the color yellow, staying in one place for too long.
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Dreams/Ambitions:
Davy dreams of being a well-known and well-paid independent naturopathic physician, able to pay off his sister's college debt and move into his own place. 
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Fears:
Losing his freedom, the sea, being confined, small spaces, heights, being replaced, showing weakness, rejection, vomiting, bears, poverty, not reaching his goal, fire, growing old.
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Relationships
Parents:
He only knew his mother, who died in a car crash when he was twelve.
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Siblings:
Davy's sibling were all very older than him and in high school (save for Margo), so he was not particularly close with any of them.
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Crush(es):
None.
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Boyfriend or Girlfriend:
None. (PM if interested.)
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[Hatt730]

Adam couldn't seem to get away from his mothers voice. Especially when it entered his room, one hand on the phone and the other beckoning him with a string hair plucker wrapped around them. "Your grandparents want to talk to you." She hissed at him. He looked at her with a blank expression in which she spoke some Vietnamese and then shook the phone in front of his face. He snatched it from her, annoyed and she let out a triumphant smile. 


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The conversation was brief and made up of broken English as usual. They were astatic upon hearing the news. He was "their good grandson" and their "nice grandson" and their "handsome grandson" as always and in a perverse way, he couldn't accept it. These seemed to be the only words they knew but to him, it was generic - in a clear vision, he knew that they were genuine but in a paranoid one, it seemed rehearsed... as if they were speaking to any of their grandchildren. Adam didn't care, no not he... but he did. He couldn't recall the feeling but it felt a little insulting to be called handsome from his blind bà nôi (grandma). He appreciated it, he really did but he did feel lonesome, he seemed to have no true connection to them - he couldn't speak Vietnamese, he didn't look Vietnamese - his skin too light... - the only reminder was his mum. The only person that changed the definition of his upbringing; "multicultural" "diverse"... but he felt none of those things. He was Americanised, the second generation. 


But it seemed easier to just conform to what they thought. Ah, yes, simpler.


He returned to get his phone and texted Jas back after 30 minutes later. 


"Let's meet up-" He looked at the clock "4?"


@HumansArentReal

 

[Olivier]

"Get your ass out of that room already and come downstairs!"


Robin's aunt's grating voice drove through his ears like nails down a chalkboard. The small 14 year old groaned, sliding off his bed and walking to the door, opening it reluctantly.
"You've got mail from some school. With those shit grades of yours, God only knows what they want to say to you."
"Oy, vey...." Robin sighed, taking the letter from his clearly intoxicated aunt and opening it, reading the contents carefully.
"Wait, what!?"
Apparently Robin was accepted to some school. Great. Now he had to spend all his time with the snotty rich kids.  He recounted in his head all the things he'd been made fun of for in middle school: being short, being skinny, being poor, being Jewish, having asthma, the list went on and on. There was no way he'd be able to fit in at some prestigious yuppie high school.
But he didn't really have a choice, did he?
"Hey, aunt April, guess what? I'm going to some Bellevue Academy. Great, huh? You think I'm smart yet?"
"Fuck off."
"Whatever"
Robin silently made his way back up to his room. He had no one to hang out with, so he just pulled a book off his shelf and climbed back onto his bed. This was going to be a long day.

 

 

[PrincessIvy]

Lisette grinned and put her phone in her pocket, jumping up front the couch. 


"Ma! I'm going to see Alex. Be back soon!" 


She ran out the front door, grabbing her keys from the small hook near the window. She jumped in the car and drove off to meet Alex. 


@TheCandyEmo

 

[Daniel Reaving]

(Would anyone want to intersct


with Ethan? I dont know we're else to ask XD)

 

[Olivier]

(Would anyone want to intersct


with Ethan? I dont know we're else to ask XD)

(Robin's got nobody. Want to interact with him?)