Realistic or Modern High School Rock Band

[RhythmWriter]

A group of kids meet up after discovering that they all have something in common: They want to become famous.


Character applications don't have to be entirely spectacular, but has to at least give a general idea of who they are.

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Rules:

1. Stay true to the rules of the website.
   
2. There aren't restrictions on who the character is, as long as it is unique.
   
3. And You should be pretty active and open in group discussions that are OOC.
   

 

[TheWaffleLord]

Natalie sashayed down the sidewalk, nodding her head to the rock music that blared from her headphones. With her backpack slung over one shoulder, it bumped against her whenever she made a sharp step. One of the observers--an elderly man on a wooden bench--gave her an odd look. Natalie noticed; she made a funny face back at him, and resumed to dance-walk away. Zero shits were given. Though she was anything but a morning person, Natalie was in a surprisingly good mood.


That was because she had her coffee today.


Natalie Steele was wearing denim jeans that hugged her waist but sagged over her long legs, a green jacket that was half-way zipped, and a shirt that made a reference to The Legend of Zelda. Her asymmetric blue hair was a bit ruffled and messy. The layer of mascara and subtle eye shadow Natalie applied this morning drew more attention to her pair of green eyes, which people have said were like marbles.


She thought to herself, Detour as usual, Nat. The bluenette turned around a corner and descended down a set of concrete stairs that led to the park. Sometimes she came here to practice with her guitar whenever home wasn't the best option. Natalie smiled when she passed by her usual spot, the gazebo that sat on the manicured grass. The girl continued walking.


Natalie got out of the park and a few minutes later, approached the school grounds and entered the building's hallways.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Robin skipped down the side walk to school humming happily as music blasted in his ears. It was nice out today and he was in a very good mood. His mom had given him some money for candy.


Today he was wearing a purple tank top under a ripped white band shirt, light blue jean short shorts with a pink and black belt, knee high boots and his favorite cat eared pink and black jacket with a black fur edged hood. he also wore a purple choker silver locket and his neon pink headphones. Finally his neon blue eyes was outlined in black liner and his bright pink hair was in a ponytail.


As he headed into school he caught a glimpse of a red robin flying past and smiled. Today was going to be a good day. h could feel it.

 

[RhythmWriter]

Don, as always, arrived to school an hour and 15 minutes early. Even though he was a part of Jazz band, a Zero hour class, he still arrived even earlier to practice his rudimentary rhythms on the snare. However, this time felt different, an aura of greatness surrounded him, as if this very day is what he has been longing for, and needed, his whole life.


It was quite frequent that he would outplay his fellow peers who he must share the kit with, but no one seemed to notice that he was outplaying his self today as well. But Don Walker doesn't care. And Why would he?


And then all the sudden... It was over. The bell rang, and his time of glory was up. Pleased with his performance, Don fixed his glasses and headed to class. "What fun..." He muttered with a smirk.

 

[TheWaffleLord]

"Okay, so what did the cannibal get when he was late to a dinner party?"


"I don't know, Nat. What?"


Natalie paused for emphasis. ". . . A cold shoulder!"


"Booo. That really sucked."


"You suck!"


"Well . . . I suck certain things."


Natalie grimaced. "I didn't need to know that."


Natalie was speaking to one of her semi-friends, a girl named Skylar who she conversed with from time to time since freshman year. Natalie didn't know much about her; neither did Skylar. She was good company, nonetheless. They both came upon an unspoken, mutual agreement that they wouldn't need to know the details about each other's lives. And in addition to that, Skylar dealt with Natalie's lame puns, which she appreciated.


The obnoxious bell screamed, announcing that it was time for the first period of the day. "Well, gotta go, Sky. See ya around."


"Yep. See ya." Natalie waved goodbye as she walked to her first class: chemistry. The hallway was teeming with people as usual, most of them standing in the middle to talk to their friends. That irked her, but Natalie sometimes did the same thing too.


The bluenette walked into her classroom, carrying a folder and a pencil. Her tall frame, hair color, and distinctive stride was a tripled attention-grabber. She claimed her usual seat, and--noticing that the teacher was not yet in the room--pulled out her cell phone and became engrossed in a game called Smash Hit.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Robin stopped humming as the bell suddenly rung annoying the start of first hour. cursing silently under his breath he hurriedly got his books from his locker and ran to chemistry. Slowing down as he saw the door he calmly walked in not a hair out of place and took a seat next to a girl with awesome hair.

 

[TheWaffleLord]

Natalie, without looking up, saw someone take the seat next to her. That's weird, she thought. The window seat beside her had always been unoccupied in this class. She paused the Smash Hit game and lifted her eyes from her cell phone's screen. Natalie was taken surprise first by the girl's outfit. It was definitely unique and bold, which was what she liked about it. The pink hair, too, was hard to miss--much like Natalie's own hair color.


Natalie was surprised the teachers or principal had allowed her to wear that kind of attire. Still, it's pretty damn cool, she thought.


"Hey, how's it goin'?" The bluenette's voice was neither high-pitched nor low. It carried this subtle, gravel-like quality that presented itself after the ending of each word. "Cool outfit," she added.

 

[offbeat]

With his red hair in a mess and a pair of black headphones covering his ears, a young man named Thomas was running towards school. Late as always. The sleeves of his white shirt was rolled up to his elbows and a golden watch decorated his right wrist. "Why today? Urgh.." He muttred as he continued to run until he reached the school building. An awful thud could be heard for every time he stepped on the wooden floor.Instead of running to his locker, he went straight for chemistry class.


"I'm sorry.. I'm late.." He panted heavily as he opened the door and rushed inside. The usual run from his house to school had become some kind of daily excercise. His breath was still uneven but he tried to keep it cool. But it was about that time that he realised that the teacher hadn't arrived yet. The fact pleased him so mutch that he chuckled a little bit before shaking his head and walking to the back of the class. Behind two people that he had seen walking around the school grounds. Their hair-colors really made them stand out from the crowd. 'Kind of cool, huh?' Thomas thought and leaned back on the wooden chair.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Robin was startled when the girl spoke and spent a second staring at her with wide eyes before he realized he should speak. Shaking his head in embarrassment as he smiled he finally spoke ."Thanks cool shirt."


He held out his hand. "The names Robin."

 

[RhythmWriter]

Don noticed that the hallways were way overcrowded than usual. He decided to take a detour by going outside and around the school, figuring that it would be much faster. Some fresh air would't be too bad, he had thought. Putting his ear buds in, he ambled to his class.


The late bell rang as he entered the hall. Someone else was late as well as him.


Following in a minute later, he made his way to his desk. He looked at his teacher, then removed his headphones and sat down as he awaited the lecture by his teacher.


"You know you have to be in the classroom when the bell rings, right Mr. Walker?"


Don replied with a sarcastic, "Yes sir. I'm very sorry."

 

[TheWaffleLord]

"Thanks, cool shirt."


"Thanks!" Natalie replied. A redheaded boy had rushed into the classroom, panting from the running she assumed he did. She saw the relieved expression wash over his face when he realized the teacher was still absent. He coolly walked to the seat behind Natalie, and that was that. "The name's Robin." The pink-haired girl had said, catching Natalie's attention once more.


"I'm Natalie." The bluenette grinned, reached out and shook her hand. The chemistry teacher, Mr. Finch, had entered the classroom clad in a white dress shirt and tacky neck tie. Just a few moments later, one more student got inside, late. Just missed it by a second, pal, Natalie thought. The male student was chastised by Mr. Finch, but the boy apparently didn't care.


His sarcastic remark sent a smirk to Natalie's pale lips.

 

[kira blackthorn]

"Nice to meet ya." Robin said as she to watched what was happening up front. A smirk formed on his face at the boys response as he held in a giggle.

 

[TheWaffleLord]

Natalie swiftly closed her phone app and slid it back into her pocket before Mr. Finch could spot her. He was known for his harsh punishment for the smallest of things, and mainly for his "hawk vision". Being seen with a phone was thirty points off a grade. Ridiculous.


More quietly, she said in response to Robin, "Nice to meet you too."


((My biology teacher actually did that; the whole taking off points for seeing a phone Just sayin))

 

[RhythmWriter]

"Alright class, Settle down. Two weeks from tomorrow you must have readily prepared your science project." The teacher turned around and looked at Don after writing the standard requirements needed for their projects. "As punishment to you being late, Mr. Walker, I would assume you wouldn't mind sharing with us what you have done so far."


With a sigh, Don turned around and quickly noticed that his backpack was not hung on his chair. "Oh sir, I must have left my backpack in the Band Room. If you would just excuse me for a second, I-"


The teacher interrupted him before he could finish. "Always with the snide comments and excuses with you. No, you can sit there and take an F for the day." It was easily noticeable that Mr. Finch was having fun. "Well, Anyone else want to share their progress with the class? Natalie perhaps?"

 

[TheWaffleLord]

"Always with the snide comments and excuses with you. No, you can sit there and take an F for the day." Natalie instantly frowned and threw up her hands from the teacher's response. Even if the comment wasn't directed to her, it was definitely uncalled for and and overreaction to tardiness. "Well, anyone else want to share their progress with the class? Natalie perhaps?"


I didn't do shit. "Nope."


Mr. Finch frowned, but didn't say anything. Natalie knew she would get points taken off. He gestured to the lab tools that were set on a long table, at the very front of the class. Flasks, graduated cylinders, lab burners, safety goggles, and more.


Natalie raised her hand. Mr. Finch looked at the bluenette from behind his wiry glasses, and bobbed his head to her. "Yes?"


In an innocent tone, she inquired, "Will we be allowed to set stuff on fire today?"


Some of the students chuckled or smiled. "I certainly hope not," Mr. Finch answered. "Anyway, let's begin with our lesson. Take out a paper and pencil. Whoever is sitting to your left will be your partner."


Natalie glanced at Robin. "Looks like it's you and me, pal," she said. She turned her head to the front of the class and raised her hand again.


Mr. Finch sighed, as if he were an exhausted parent. "Yes, Natalie?" He clearly sounded annoyed.


Sheesh. What's up your ass, geezer? Though Natalie was thinking that, she did not say specifically those words. Instead, she said, "I do suggest you let your students retrieve what they need for class though." She gestured to the boy who had been late for class.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Robin couldn't resist giggling at Natalies words though he was glad she was sticking up for the boy Mr.finch was such an ass wipe. He abruptly stopped his face paling when he looked up and found said ass wipes shitty brown eyes on him. He shrunk back under the gaze wondering what the ass hole was going to do next.Mr.Finch had had it out for him since the second he stepped into the class. The douche was a major hater of my radical personality and sexuality.


"Mr.Richards." The man practically spat the title Mr eyes lit up with sadistic glee."Do you have something you would like to say."


Deciding not to back down from the challenge in Mr.Finchs voice he straightened under his gaze their eyes meeting."'Actually I do."


He practically preened under the mans surprised face. He had obviously expected him to back down from the sudden attention. Normally he would have as well but today he was feeling brave.


"Why are you such an unfair douche?"


Then again you know what they say. Bravery=stupidity.

 

[spectro]

Dax walked into the class, as quietly as he could; trying to be secretive. He begged the teacher wouldn't make a deal, he couldn't be bothered being yelled at today. He stuffed his hands in his coat pockets and sat at the back of the class. He put his legs up on the table and tucked his headphone in his ear. He rocked his head back and forth, listening to his music, playing air guitar subtly with his hands, his foot tapping. He mouthed the words, a faint whispering voice following each mouth movement. He couldn't hear what was going on, moreover, he didn't want to. He was in his own world and the drum solo was about to begin-

 

[RhythmWriter]

"Excuse me? Well, Mr. Richards, As funny as you think you are, I hope you realize that your little remark has cost you 2 weeks worth of detention. 2 hours a day. Understand? This is my classroom, unruly behavior shall not be permitted! And that goes for all of you." Finch looked around, feeling very dominant and powerful. "Now, if you don't mind, I would really appreciate if we could actually begin our lesson."


Don asked around for a pencil and paper. Once he had his materials, he had no choice but to do as he was told. Trying to pay attention, he lightly tapped on the desk with the pencil.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Robin pouted when he was given detention slouching in his seat. Detention meant he would not only spend a long time alone and bored, but that he would have to wait longer until he could get candy. This sucked lollipops .

 

[spectro]

Dax played air drums and was now into full headbanging. "NO ONE'S GOING TO TAKE ME ALIIIIIIIIIIVE!" He sang, followed by, "BANANANAUUUUUUM BANANABAUM BANANANANA!" He gulped as he opened his eyes and remembered where he was. "Oh," He turned down the volume on his Ipod. How do I play this off? He put his feet down and rubbed his hands over his skinny jeans. His cheekbones had shot with colour and he bit his lip, his teeth colliding with the metal on his lip piercing.

 

[TheWaffleLord]

Mr. Richards? Natalie thought. Huh . . .


Robin appeared and sounded convincingly female. Natalie wasn't disgusted by this, much like Mr. Finch, the man who hated kids but ironically took the job as a teacher. In fact, the bluenette just rolled with the fact that Robin was the opposite gender of what she initially thought. Natalie had no reason to judge; she knew noting about Robin's personal life or history.


This teacher is a downright fudging jerk. Natalie's face slightly twisted into a sour expression, remaining there as she feigned taking notes of the lesson. The bluenette wrote down her exact thoughts on her paper, and while Mr. Finch's back was turned, she passed the paper to her. Right as she did so, a boy burst out in song lyrics, quite loudly. Every face turned on him, and Natalie tried not to laugh.


Can't fight the music, kid.

 

[kira blackthorn]

"You go boy!" Robin shouted perking up as heard an unknown boy begin to sing but pouted when he stopped . He had wanted to hear him do his thing. He had been rocking that air guitar .

 

[spectro]

Boy? Boy? How could anyone have the cheek to call him boy. Plus the fact that this idiot seemed to be mocking him. "Shut up." He shook his head and rubbed his eyes with his palms. He was ready for the teacher to shout. It was his own fault. His Mother would be on his side. That was the thing about having such an awesome Mom, she was cool about anything he did; always took his word for the truth.

 

[TheWaffleLord]

"You go boy!" Robin rooted for him, wholeheartedly.


Natalie smiled, giving the boy two thumbs-up when they made eye contact. Cool of that guy to do that even if it was or wasn't on purpose. It's not that she had nearly laughed because it was to mock him, but rather, because Natalie knew the music he had been listening to was powerful enough to urge him to sing out loud. And that was beauty of it.


"Shut up."


Natalie's smile fell. O . . . kay. That was uncalled for.


"Mr. Gray," the chemistry teacher spat. "How utterly nice of you to interrupt the class. Detention for you as well. Two weeks for two hours; same as Mr. Richards." He glared at Robin before turning back toward the board again, and droning on about the lesson.

 

[offbeat]

Thomas turned around to the voice who sang loudly in the classroom. Just as everyone else, he tried not to burst out in laughter by biting his bottom lip. Which he obviously failed with since he burst out in a light chuckle and turned his face down on the bench. His red bangs covered a bit of his eyes as well as a tiny bit of his slightly pink cheeks.