lil10000
Mad Scientist
"Welcome to the Manor St. Claire, your new home."
Plot:
You are either a delinquent, a homeless teenager, a gang member, or maybe even all three. You live in a fairly poor city that contains only one truly rich family, the founding family of the town. Perhaps you were picked up off the streets, or you were arrested for fighting your rival gang. Either way, the cops have been picking people up right and left. But with the jail so full of real criminals, there is no way they would have been able to hold all of the teens. The foster system being too cruel, the owner of Manor St. Claire and descendant of the founder of the town stepped up. She decided to give a home to the kids, because just her, her servants and her grandchildren in a huge empty house didn't feel right, especially when a lot of the kids didn't have homes to go to.
All of you go to the same school now, the best school in the town. But what will happen at that school and at home if the leaders of the two most powerful gangs are living together?
Rules:
1. All RPN rules apply.
2. You may control some NPCs, like police, servants and civilians, but not the ones given a face/name by me. In order to keep this RP alive, I will use said NPCs in a game master type of way.
3. Romance & Violence PG-13, or go to black. If you wanna get into it, message each other. (JK you can be violent just don't be sexing it up in here.)
4. You must be accepted before you may join the RP.
5. If you are going to be inactive let us know!
6. Good solid paragraph minimum. (Semi-lit)
7. NO ONE LINERS!!!!!!!
Intro:
It's moving day! Only instead of bringing your things to the Manor (well, you probably don't have much anyways but for what you do have), someone picked them up already. You have been told to dress in your best clothes to meet Layla and her granddaughters.
Everyone takes a large prison bus to the Manor, where policemen are already standing guard. After all, when you get some of the worst gangs together in a room nothing can go good!
Everyone is ushered into the lobby hall, where two grand staircases lead down to the floor, one on each side.
Maids, butlers, and policemen are all around, and several line the staircases.
Layla St. Claire stands at the top, in the perfect middle, on one side is Lilliette, and the other Lilly, all three looking prim and proper and watching the scene below.
Lilliette was not happy.
That morning, her grandmother came into her room, waking her early. "We're expecting guests, remember? Hurry up and take a shower!" She ordered, going to Lilly's room to wake her as well. Lilliette took a shower, groggy, and then went to pick out a dress. As soon as she had one-- one of the new ones not one she has worn before less she be scolded-- and was getting dressed, her grandmother again barged into her room, giving her a different dress to put on. "Hurry up and get dressed!" The woman was in a rush, it seemed.
When finally dressed, Lilliette did her hair and makeup, getting a slight approval from her grandmother. But what had she forgotten? Who was coming over? She checked her phone. August 11th. And that's when it hit her.
Great.
The weeks of preparing the Manor, of maids rushing about and butlers cleaning every nook and dusty old room out, cleaning sheets and hiring new cooks. Of putting Lilliette in charge, giving her her Grandmother's room, and getting a new room prepared for her for when she wasn't on business. Of lectures on safety and how it was for charity, for the children, to clean up the streets of the town and create a better world for the youth blah blah blah... Still, she couldn't believe that she was well, for one now living in the largest room at the very top of the manor, with the largest balcony, and for two about to start living with a bunch of delinquents... And her grandmother was going to be even more busy in the next few months... leaving her in charge. Who leaves a teenager in charge of a Manor full of delinquents?? Well, apparently Layla St. Claire does.
But Lilliette had to admit, she liked the dress she was wearing. It was red, and while it was modest, it was not as modest as most of her dresses. This one was actually knee length-- not a common sight from her grandmother's choices. She watched the guys and girls pour into the hall, some being shoved around by the cops a bit. She made a mental note of that. She wondered what she looked like. She probably didn't look her age at all, even with the shorter dress.
@Lucem Tenebris @Ardetha~Nacht @ForgottenBlood @NebulaSkies @Aidan Rowtag
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