Skins. (Actual Roleplay)

Britt

Britt

Two Thousand Club
(Yes, this is a roleplay based of the TV series Skins, both the US and UK version.)


Welcome to the real life of teenagers. None of the stuff you see on TV, where everything is happiness and rainbows. No, this is reality. Teenagers don't just pout when they get a bad grade and cry because someone doesn't like them. Real teenagers are into sex and drugs, amongst many other things that are probably bad for them. They go to parties to hide deeper problems, maybe it's problems at home or maybe it's something within themselves. But this is the real world.


So, we're set in a small town in America, we all attend the same school. Maybe you're a loner or maybe you're part of the in-crowd. But we all have our own problems, we all have our own reasons we can't sleep at night. Maybe it's the drugs. Who knows?


Andrea was brushing her long, blonde hair as she was getting ready for school. She stood in front of her full-body mirror in a white t-shirt and underwear. In an outfit like this, it revealed the white, red and purple scars that decorated her slightly pertruding hip bones. Andrea wasn't stick-thin, she had curves that she loved and hated. She stared at her reflection for a white before changing into high-waisted jean shorts, a loose white tanktop that she tied just above the top of her shorts and a black cardigen over it all.


She let her hair fall in its natural waves as she grabbed her black jansport and headed downstairs. She had a granola bar and a bottle of water for breakfast. Once she was finished, she took her Iphone from her pocket and placed her headphones in. She walked to the front door, slipped on a pair of black vans and went out the door.


James, on the other hand, slept in. He didn't wake up early to get ready, he had no one to impress. So when he finally had to get out of bed, he had just enough time to get dressed then run out the door. He threw on a pair of jeans with his Crack Funk sweatshirt. Today, he'd completely forgotten about his collection of snapbacks being as tired as he was. He threw his North Face backpack over his shoulder and ran down the stairs where he made his way to the front door. He slipped on a pair of Jordan's and ran out.
 
(just a quick question. does this take place during the summer or are we going to school?)
 
Jade McGuinness woke up on the morning of her first day of school and went through her normal routine. She went downstairs in her pajamas and greeted her brother Austin, who gave a small nod before returning to his cereal. Her mother had already left for work for the day. She poured herself a bowl of sugary Lucky Charms and wolfed it down before heading back upstairs.


She went into her bathroom and began to wash her face, trying to ignore the bulge that had seemed to appear on her stomach after breakfast. This year was going to be different. Jade knew she was beautiful and had many friends, but there was one problem. She brushed her night black hair and began to apply her usual makeup. She gazed at herself again. Yup, the pooch was definitely there. She threw a wistful look at her weapon of choice, the toothbrush. Stop, she warned herself. She rushed out of the bathroom, feeling disappointed for even having those thoughts.





Jade picked out some clothes--a lacy white tank top and some studded dark blue shorts--and threw on her combat boots, refusing to pay the mirror another look. She called to her brother "Leaving!" and headed out to school.





Austin finished breakfast and went back into his room. He reached under his bed and grabbed a brown jewelry box he knicked from his mother. He opened it up and began to roll the perfect spliff. He tried weed for the first time last year and was convinced it was the best thing in the world. He grabbed his neon blue lighter and gave it a spark before beginning to smoke it.


Ahhh, that's good stuff...he thought, exhaling after his first puff. Austin held the joint between his fingers as he began to pick his clothes out for school. Jade had yelled upstairs that she was leaving already, but it wasn't a big deal. The twins never walked to school together. Despite both having the same group of friends, they weren't too close with one another.


He got dressed in a pair of khakis and a tight blue t-shirt and slipped into his Converse. He finished the spliff and grabbed his bookbag, heading out the door.


(Writer's block...i haz it.)
 
It had been a long, long night for Ana.


The young woman sat on the edge of her bed in the still darkness of early hours. She didn't come into her room last night until at least midnight, and took a while before actually mustering up the peacefulness to fall asleep. Her pale legs hung off of the bed limply, her head inclined down, staring at her hands covered in the long sleeves of her sweater folded in her lap.


She had gone through yet another night of pain, and it had left it's mark on her. One of her ruby eyes were swollen up and surrounded by purple-and-blue bruises. Her arms, although covered, were also showing red and faintly blue bruises in the distinct shape of large hands. One cheek was reddened from a hard slap or two. Yes, she had traversed through hell once more that night, and she had pulled through like the little soldier she was. Nonetheless, she hadn't gone through without fresh red lines being added to her collection of scars littering her wrists. The bleeding had stopped, and they were on the verge of beginning to scab up, as usual. The young woman remained in silence as she mustered up the care to stand. With a small huff, she set her feet on the ground and stood to her small height, her arms now hanging at her sides. Her head tilted around as she let her gaze wander about her room, with it's dark colors and lived-in state of messiness. She stood in another moment of silence before she decided to start on her daily routine, which began with the choosing of clothing for the day.


She trudged over to her dresser and opened the drawers to retrieve all that she needed, deciding on a color combination that she liked and going with it. She lifted ripped black skinny jeans, a ruby red camisole, and a large, pure black dress shirt that she would leave unbuttoned to show her camisole underneath, as usual. She threw the clothes over onto her sheets before wandering over to her boots, taking them and throwing them over near her clothes, along with a pair of socks. She then went to the strewn out clothing and began changing until she found herself tying up the laces of her boots tightly, the light streaming through the drawn blinds growing brighter as time passed.


Once she was dressed, she went to her doorway and hesitated for a moment before resting one pale, covered hand on the door handle. She slowly, ever so slowly pushed it down and opened the door, peeking her gaze through and down the hall. She couldn't hear anything, just silence, and that was usually a good sign - it meant that her father had already left. There wasn't any rummaging or voices in the kitchen, and she cautiously stepped out to sneak over towards her father's bedroom door. It was opened, and she peeked in very slightly to glance at where his bed was. To her relief, there were strewn out sheets, but no person, and she felt herself huff a deep sigh and her lips twitch momentarily with a smile at the knowledge that she had the house to herself.


This made her feel much more comfortable, and she went into her bathroom to start on her makeup and freshening up - deodorant, brushing teeth, all that dandy stuff. After washing and drying her face, she started on her eye makeup - but to her disappointment, her black eye still showed through. She felt herself frown slightly as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, one eye only half open from her bruises. Well. She did go to school like this a lot, and people didn't seem to give a shit.


She sighed quietly to herself before she turned and went back into her bedroom, grabbing her black messenger bag and rummaging through it for a quick check-up that she had all of the papers and homework and everything that she needed. Hoisting the bag up onto her shoulder, she then went to her bedside dresser to take the most important thing of the day. She opened up her drawer and immediately felt herself smiling when her gaze rested on her beloved speakers and her iPod. She took both gingerly, checking the time on her iPod - seven thirty. Yeah, she had plenty of time to walk to school. She also took the house key next to her headphones, letting it hang off of one of her fingers. She placed her headphones carefully over her ears, making them comfortable before she closed the drawer with her hip and began scrolling through her playlists as she began wandering towards the door.


She found a playlist she was feeling for that day and grinned slightly as she played it on shuffle, liking the randomization of each song. She slipped the iPod into her pocket before setting her gaze on the door now in front of her, the



on the track playing. She allowed herself a moment to get into the grove of the music before taking one deep breath of preparation and opening the door to step out into the cold, crisp morning air. She turned, closing the door behind her and locking up with a turn of her key and a click. She then slipped the key into her free pocket and turned back forward, nodding once to herself in reassurance.
She then began walking forward, letting her muscle memory take over and melting into her music. She let the memories of last night settle into the back of her mind like always, and began traversing towards the half dreaded, half wonderful place known as school.
 
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Valerie's alarm clock went off louder than ever right next to her ear. She let out an annoyed yet angry grunt and hit the alarm clock, shutting it off. Valerie laid motionless on her black silk sheets. Her over-sized sweat shirt covered her body. Not ready for this school year, not ready for people, not ready for anything. Valerie moved her hair out of her face and rubbed her eyes, letting them adjust to the light.


After regaining her thoughts and having the power to get up, she looked down at the sleeves of her sweatshirt, the blood from her wrists the night before stained them tremendously. Valerie rolled the sleeves up and tilted her arm where her wrists were in her view, she gently rubbed the tip of her index finger across them. She slightly shook her head and dropped her arm letting the sleeve fall down. Valerie stumbled into her bathroom and began getting ready for the worst, school.


Valerie finished the last bit of her makeup, thick and winged eyeliner/eyeshadow like always. She threw her long pale purple hair into a messy bun and made her way back into her room where she began finding an outfit to wear. Pulling out clothes and throwing them everywhere she finally found something she wasn't too mad about. She stripped out of the over-sized sweater and changed into skin tight black ripped skinny jeans that flattered her shape, and a black AC/DC crop top, she slid on her black spiked leather combat boots and sprinted downstairs. Not a very colorful wardrobe, but that's Valerie's taste, non colorful. Besides, black looked good on Valerie, it complimented her flawlessly pale skin. After saying goodbye to her grandparents she grabbed her leather jacket that was hanging on the hook and her keys then bolted out the front door.


Riley was already up and finishing up on some songs. Usually, Riley goes to sleep about the time he would get up for school. He pulled his phone out and looked down at the time and saw he was almost late for school. He shrugged it off and folded the front of his notebook back into place. Riley grabbed a towel that was hanging on the rack in his bathroom, he then jumped in the shower for a quick rinse.


Afterwards, Riley walked out the bathroom with towel around his waste. The water from the shower glistened on his toned stomach, his hair was dripping wet. Riley slid his boxer briefs on and dried his hair with the towel. Just drying it with a towel, dried his completely. Riley threw on his black skinny jeans and a black hoodie. As he was walking out he grabbed his beanie and threw it on.


Coming out of his room, he noticed his mom wasn't home. What a big surprise. He continued his way to the front door where he slid his black vans on and headed outside. Riley sat down on the front porch waiting for Val to come get him, she didn't live to far from him but they both lived a pretty good distance from the school.
 
Alice: runs into Patches room and jumps on him "wake up Patch first day of school"


Patch: "ughhh ALICE out now" grumbles pissed that Alice woke him up by jumping on him


Alice: "nope not untill you get up you are going to school today, you said new life well school is part of if" get up pulling Patch up with her


Patch: "okay okay im up, happy?"


Alice: smiles "yes, very much so now get ready for school" smiles and walks out of Patched room leaving him to get ready


Patch: smirks and rolls his eyes at his younger sister then shuts his door, like always Alice got her way with him so he will get ready for school, he puts on some black faded jeans and a black tee with his famous always presant leather jacket then head to the kitchen to go feed his dog Ryder and Alices dog Bella


Alice: when back in her room she puts on a pair of skinny jeans and a cute pink Fox ride tee, after she goes into the bathroom to put on her make up when she is done she walks into the kitchen "did you feed Ryder and Bella?" she ask Patch as she bends down to scratch Bella behind the ear


Patch: "yeah, lets go" walks outside to his motercicle and waits for Alice to get on so he can drive to school, no use in taking to vehicles and wast gas he didnt have that kind of money


Alice: hops on the back of Patches motercicle people might think its weird for her to ride on te back of her brothers motercicle but they cant wast money on gas and the motercicle doesnt use much gas and besides she loves the trill of the motercicle
 
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Andrea arrived at school after she'd been driven by one of her older friends. Andy had her license but she didn't hadn't gotten a car yet. The junior girl walked in, exchanging smiles with a few people as she passed through the hall. She went straight to her locker where she grabbed her books for her first and worst class, Chemistry. She never paid attention and maybe that's why she didn't understand it but according to Andy, "It doesn't matter if I paid attention, I wouldn't get it anyway!"


James, however, had walked to school. He didn't live too far. The boy walked in, still pretty exhausted. He went to his locker to grab a notebook, but it was only to record his raps and not write any actual notes. School just wasn't James's "thing." He then walked into English class and took his seat in the very back.
 
Patch: gets to school parking his motorcycle in the parking lot After Alice swings off Patch hops off and looks up at the school and sighs so not thrilled about being here


Alice: looks at her brother " well Patch you ready?"


Patch: sighs and looks at Alice " yeah, new beginning?"


Alice: nods " new beginning" takes a deep breath then walk into school with Patch at her side they both walk side by side over to their locker to get the things they will need for class
 
(Hm, well Andrea knows just about everyone but if anyone would like to make it that they're close friends with her, that's fine by me. Same goes for James.)
 
(Jade and Austin are both part of the classic Skins-type group so that works for me, Britt! We've never been friends in an RP before xD .)


Jade sat in his car for about five minutes to see if Austin would come out for a ride. She'd gotten the purple Smartcar as a "congrats on getting your license" gift from her loaded grandmother. Austin was given the same promise, but he didn't really seem interested in learning to drive. It was obvious to everybody--but their mother--that her twin was a complete stoner boy. Jade preferred to drown in liquor and spliff only at parties, but Austin made it a part of his day.


She checked the schedule she had scribbled on her palm before cutting the engine of her car and going to her first class, Chemistry. She immediately noticed her friend Andrea and grabbed the seat next to her. "Another day another dollar?" she joked lamely, knowing that she hated Chem more than most things in this world, "How was your summer?"


Jade had spent the summer in the UK with her cousin Mini, her fiance Alo, and their daughter Grace. Mini McGuinness was a Bristol legend--the queen bee who fell in love with a farmer boy and got preggers at 17--but she was the coolest person Jade knew. She liked the UK and all--the parties were rad--but it was good to be back home.





Austin walked out the door and noticed that Jade's Smartcar was gone. He wasn't expecting her to give him a ride, or anything, and he had no interest in showing up to school in his sister's clown car. His backpack was tucked with enough weed for lunch time and after school and his only school supply for the day was a dull pencil.


He rode his heavily stickered skateboard all the way to school and stopped on the front steps to slap palms with a few other guys he knew. Austin was pretty well-known, but it didn't matter to him. His first class was World History. He walked inside the class and searched for some of his friends, but knowing the group he hung with they would all be later than he was. Austin grabbed a seat in the back and threw his skateboard on top of his desk, peering around for one of the bros, or maybe even a hot girl.
 
(Ah, I would love for their to be a group like that in this! And yeah, I just realized that xD )


Andrea grinned as Jade took the seat next to her. She hadn't seen much of her that previous summer, since her friend just had to spend it away in the UK. Andy had to admit that she was totally jealous, but she'd had some fun of her own so it wasn't too bad.


"Well, you missed all the greatest parties," she started. The teacher shushed her and she rolled her eyes, when would Mrs. Welch realize that Andrea wasn't going to listen? She sighed and began again, "But anyways, it was great. How was yours? Any British boys in the picture now?" The blonde grinned.


James sat in the back as an idea popped into his head for a song. He began to furiously write into the notebook and it appeared to his teacher that he was taking notes. Little did he know, James was writing a song that he was sure would be a hit. He'd find somewhere to record it, and put it on the internet. He'd be a huge celebrity one day and everyone would be sorry that they didn't take him seriously.
 
Alice: " well see ya Patch" she gives her brother a weak nervous smile she wasn't ready to meet new people and hoped this new school would except her she missed her old friends and wished she was able to say good by but sadly she couldn't go back and risk the killer of her parents and her brothers best friend Rixon finding out she was Patches sister so she walks into her first period world History class and takes a seat


Patch: "you will be fine Alice" he calls after his sister before she walks off he feels like a total jerk having to drag her to a whole new town due to his issues but its to keep her safe and that is now his life mission and duty to keep all he has left safe
 
Jade laughed out loud when Mrs. Welch shushed Andrea. Like they gave a f*ck? "I'm not too worried," she declared, "There will be plenty more of those parties during the year. And as for the boys.." Jade paused for dramatic flair, "They were ample, and super cute. I think I spent a night with one of the dudes from the shitty band--what's it called? One Direction." She spent a lot of drunken nights trying to go back to boy's places to avoid Grace's crying and she recalled some guy trying to impress her with his world tour or some crap like that. Jade didn't buy into that fame stuff.
 
"Ah no way! I don't care for their music, but hey, some of them are pretty hot," said Andrea with a smirk. She actually hadn't been with a whole lot of guys, of course she'd made out with a handful and maybe gone just a bit further but she hadn't.. done the deed quite yet. That was one thing Andy wanted to save for someone she actually really liked, loved even.
 
Jade nodded in agreement with the girl. Nobody was paying attention to the teacher, so why should they? "You're right about that. But you us; we're wub wub wub, not baby, baby, baby." Jade laughed at her dance music impressions, "Anyway, did you find anybody to take your golden ticket while I was away?" she asked, referring to her friend's v-card. While Jade tossed hers aside a while back, Andrea held on to hers for safe keeping. While she had to get her props for her self-control, Jade needed sex to feel pretty.
 
Andrea giggled and rolled her eyes. "Come on, Jade, you know me. Of course not," she said. She was waiting for someone to love her and for her to love them in return. She wanted it to be nice and sweet, though she knew it probably wouldn't. The blonde looked down and played with her hair a bit before looking back up at Jade. "No one is good enough to tame the great Andrea," she said as she flipped her hair over her shoulder with a grin on her face.
 
Jade nodded. Her virginity just added to her allure. Like she just said, all the boys wanted the tame the great Andrea. Jade lost hers two years ago, weirdly enough right after her dad killed himself. She'd been seeing Rider on and off for about six months and as soon as she got the news she knew what she had to do. Surprisingly, she didn't regret it. The whole "losing it" thing was a good distraction from the death. Still, she understood where her friend was coming from, and it made them a good pair. Jade and Andrea, the easy one and the unattainable one.


Of course, that's not to say Jade didn't have her suitors. She couldn't go to a party without every guy trying to buy her a drink or dance with her. At the parties, people wanted sex, but not everybody was after her lady parts. Some of the admirers wanted to be the one she settled down with, but they had no idea what kind of problems she had. 
Austin slouched in his chair through History, not bothering to listen or take notes. He'd get them from somebody else. Instead he doodled on the inside of a rolling paper with a ballpoint pen--he didn't bring any notebooks to class. He laughed to himself as he drew a unibrow on his drawing of a big-eyed cartoon smoking a joint. He didn't care if people were staring. He did what he wanted.
 
Valerie pulled into Riley's driveway and honked the horn, Riley rushed up and jumped in. She didn't have the nicest car, but at least it was something. "We're late as f-ck." Riley said while laughing. Valerie shook her head, smiling and pulling out of the driveway. Valerie didn't give a shit if she was late to school, the teachers pretty much expect it.


After about a 10 minute drive, they finally reach the school. Valerie eased her way into the parking lot and threw it in park. Riley looked over at Valerie and gave her a look. Usually, this look meant 'smoke with me before school'. Valerie rarely ever smoked, and when she did it was with Riley. He pulled out his pipe and flashed a smile.


They approached the school doors and pulled them open, probably louder than ever, they began walking down the hallway. "I have English for my first class so I'll catch ya' at lunch or after school?" Riley asked. She gave him a nod of agreement and both departed.


Riley walked into the English classroom, peeking in the door first to see who was already there that he knew. The class was quite still and everyone looked at him like he had just killed someone. Riley took a seat in the far back and threw his hoodie over his head, then laid his head on the desk.


Valerie dragged her feet to History, not wanting to be at school at all. She reached the door and pulled it open, where everyone turned to look at her including the teacher. "Late like always Ms. May.." the teacher spoke out. Valerie threw her hand up and flailed it around in a manner of 'shut the hell up and leave me alone'. She made her way to the back and moved her long hair out of her way from being sat on and then plopped down on the hard plastic chair.
 
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James looked over to see Riley who had just made his way into class and sat in the back, where he laid his head down like always. James snickered a bit but returned to writing his raps. No distractions, this one would make him famous. Not like he hasn't said that before.


Andrea began to daydream as she looked off, out the door and into the hallway. She watched as boys and girls walked past, probably heading to the bathroom or skipping class. She dreamed of meeting the perfect boy, who'd sweep her right off her feet. They'd fall in love and she'd gladly hand over her v-card and everything would be perfect.
 
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(Sorry for not posting.First day of school today plus I had to wake up and 5 am x-x) 
Casey sighed as he got up out of bed"Another year of pain and suffering."he said to himself and walked on to the bathroom.He looked in the mirror and traced over the scar on his neck from just a couple of days ago when he,unwisely,decided to walk at night through a alley way.He let his hands lift up to his noes and easily peeled off the bandage that was there from his broken noes scar."Why me...?"he asked himself as a tear slipped down his face.He looked into the mirror then down at his feet while wiping his tears away.He sighed and stripped down to only nudity and walked into the shower then turned it on.He looked at his body and cried a bit more.He never hated his body before but all the bruises and scars that those god awful people gave him made him hate his body.And what hurt the most was his heart because of that set up at school about two years ago.


"Why me...?"he asked again the turned off the water and stepped out onto the marble green rug.He could. Hear his many so called "siblings inning around and screaming downstairs and he could smell the smoke of his foster dad smoking on a cigarette.He shook his head slowly then wrapped a towel wound his wait and quickly and grabbed his outfit which consisted of black ripped skinny jeans,his favorite black combat boots and it all he slipped on a black sweater and over top was his favorite Finn and Jake (Adventure Time) shirt.He walked over to his,surprisingly,walk in closet and grabbed his glasses and backpack which was full of notebooks,pencils,and his sketch book as well which held the most deepest and darkest things he never told anyone or drawn for anyone.So you could say he had a own personal dairy inside his sketch book along with his drawings as well.He huffed lightly then walked downstairs and outside of the door not wanting to say hello or good morning to any others that were in the house not that they would say it to him or after him anyway.Now this was the only thing good about the day;the walk to school.Yes Casey loved walking to school even on the rainiest or coldest days he enjoyed it and on top of all that it was peaceful and calm.He grinned lightly as he adjusted his glasses and looked at all the scenes.They were beautiful and amazing to him in every way but,that still didn't block out the fact of what would happen when he finally reached the horrid building of torture.


Casey walked on to school and the grin instantly slipped off his face as he walked up the steps and into the building.He looked around quickly for any jocks the speedily went to his locker and unlocked it then placed his things inside.He got down to the last couple of books when instantly his things were knocked out of his hands and hi body was slammed against the locker."Well well well.We meet again little girl.What's these?"the jock said as he snatched Casey's glasses on."T-the glasses t-that i had to get after y-you punc-ch me in the eyes.."Casey stuttered.The bigger guy laughed as he through Casey's glasses on the ground and stomped on them.Casey looked at them and made an "about to cry" face."Whimp"the boy concluded as he punched Casey in the stomach.They guy walked off while Casey held his stomach close and cried quietly as he picked up the broken pieces of glass and the frame as well.Well this was just great for him.Now he couldn't even focus because his eye sight wasn't that great because of the punch the douche gave him.He walked over to the trash can and dumped the pieces into the trash then picked up his backpack,wiped away his tears,and went to class like nothing had ever happened although his grey in one and teal in the other eyes still couldn't see that well.He looked down at his stomach and wiped away the tear that slipped away then took out his notebook and started to doodle in it until it started.


(I'll do my other later i'm exhausted x_x)
 
James continued to furiously write into the notebook. His words were barely legible, but of course he could read it perfectly. He was so sure that this song would make him famous and he had no clue why, really. He just had a feeling about this one.


He was nearly finished when the bell rang and it was time for him to moved to his next class. He sighed and grabbed his backpack, throwing it over his shoulder and grabbed his notebook. He walked out quickly, lookin for what class he had next.


Andrea, on the other hand, spent all of Chem daydreaming of the perfect boy. She felt like she waited forever for him. Hell, if he wasn't coming soon, she'd have to find the perfect girl or something. Drea was just very lonely, she'd never been in a serious relationship and she'd never really hooked up with anyone either.


Then the bell rang and she stood from her seat, looking over at Jade. "What do you have next?" she questioned. Hopefully they had plenty of classes together.
 
Jade spent the rest of chem trying to predict how many calories were in that bowl of cereal from that morning. She took up a whole page in her food diary with scribbles and numbers, but eventually just gave up. The bell rang and Andrea asked what her next class was. Jade looked down at her palm, skill scribbled with her classes in purple pen. "English," she replied, "What about you?" Jade liked to write, so English was her favorite class. This year she'd chosen Creative Writing for her elective, but that was later in the day. She had never been so excited to learn before.





Austin had fallen asleep in History class, and now it was time for English. He packed up his backpack slowly before heading across the hall.
 
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