Realistic or Modern Yaoi School thingy

[CommonlyKnownAsAngi]

Okay, so...


@Maven


@The Almighty Cutie


@Tempesta


@Kiotaro


Teh roleplay is now a thing


Teh 1x1x1x1 school struggle for love begins! Or something cheesy like that...

 

[The Doorman]

Ronan found himself awake at the pesky time of- "Agh, seriously?" It was very early for the man, now a senior he didn't have time for procrastination, sleeping in, anything outside of school would drive him just that much closer to failure, and that was something he couldn't afford if he didn't want to be homeless on the side of the road or stuck with his job as a barista the rest of his sorry life. "I need to... Get my shit together." He rubbed his eyes and looked around, having a hell of a time differentiating his sheets from his shirt, seeing as they were both blue he shouldn't have thought it possible to tell the difference. As he attempted to hurry up and escape the nets that were his sheets the angst-plagued teenager found himself tangled up on the floor of his bedroom, getting a good taste of that disgusting pair of underwear that was conveniently placed in the exact place he seemed to fall every morning, he'd made it known that he needed to pick up all of his dirty laundry about three months ago but it was the second day of the new school year and he hadn't done a thing to tidy things up. "Dammit..." He dragged himself away from his bed and fought his blankets for a moment before escaping and scrambling out into the hallway where he just happened to, quite literally, bump into his father and found himself in yet another precarious situation with hot coffee now soaking into his sleeve, "Why the hell do you have coffee in the hall?!" He was about to tear his hair from his scalp when he heard the grandfather clock down the stairs chime, Don. Don. Which could be translated to "If you don't hurry, you'll be late. I am a clock." In Ronan's mind. After a very quick shower the man rushed down the stairs and completed three simple tasks, dressing for school, making sure his hair didn't look too awful, and panicking because he only had half an hour to finish getting ready and get to school.


He ended up, as he had the day before, rushing to eat his breakfast and running out the door with goodbyes as he ran out the door, backpack swinging wildly behind him as he made his way to his car, leapt inside, and pressed his foot on the gas pedal with a loud, "I'm so screeeeeeeeeeeewed!" Emitting from the vehicle as he sped off to school about twenty minutes early. Upon arrival he saw that the school was nigh empty, other than a few early birds like himself and a few teachers, though he quickly changed is focus to parking and took a short nap on his steering when he'd done so.


This is Ronan O'vaire, notorious procrastinator, hater of everything, and secretly one of Rainbowdash's biggest fans. And this was his second day at school, the thing was, he wasn't even supposed to be there the previous day, and this was the first day of school. For all he knew, he could be late, he could be a year too early, but he was too worried about being the slacker of the school for his last year of high school. What he didn't know yet was that this might just be the longest year of his life.

 

[Oberons Veil]

Kaoru had been late getting to the states. His grandfather had insisted that he attend his senior year at an American High School and he reluctantly agreed. "Last year," he thought to himself while donning his old school's uniform. He would go shopping for more clothes later, but for now this formal uniform is all he really wanted to wear even though his new school didn't require one. He headed down the stairs to the common area in his house. Only a couple maids and the butler were there. He lived with them, as his family... they were no longer around. He had spent most of his life living with his aunt on their family's estate near Kyoto, Japan. His grandfather was head of the Hanari Industries Conglomerate. Kaoru was heir to the vast fortune, after his father, mother and two older brothers were killed in a freak fire at the estate. Breakfast was sitting on the table for him, and he sat to eat when his Butler, Hato came in. "Are you ready for today master Kaoru?" he questioned. His voice very formal with a twinge of a Japanese accent. Kaoru simply nodded and finished breakfast. He grabbed his school bag, pushed his laptop in and put his camera bag on aswell. He darted out the door where Hato was waiting with the car and opened the door for Kaoru. Off they went to the school his grandfather had deemed 'worthy of a Hanari.' Kaoru was nervous to say the least, he was rich and yet his grandfather was sending him to a seemingly middle of the road American High School. He was scared he would be teased because of his wealthy, his nationality or that he was prim and proper. Those thoughts he stuffed to the back of his mind as the school slowly came into view. Kaoru waited and Hato opened the door and wished him a good day at school. "Thanks Hato, see you this afternoon." he said bowing and walking away towards the entrance to the school. Seeing everyone and seeing that most of them already had friends. He just walked towards the office and asked where his locker was. They gave him a map and he started off to go find it...

 

[Tempesta]

"Richard! Wake up, you'll be late for school!" a voice boomed from the other side of his door, disturbing Richard from his sleep. Groaning lightly, he forced himself out of bed, scratching his soft black hair as he steadily stood up and stretched. "I'm up," he replied with a yawn to Jason, his older brother. Fighting the urge to crawl back into bed, he dug for decent clothes to wear as he left his room and headed to the bathroom. Another fiften minutes rolled on by before Richard was out, freshly showered, and physically ready for school, his mind totally not prepared. As he walked into the kitchenette, a plate was forced into his hands, "Hurry and eat up," Jason said as he rushed to adjust his tie, "Have a good day at school and I'll see you then." He added as he left their apartment to his job. Richard said goodbye before eating his simple breakfast, heading out the door and began walking to school. With his headphones in place and bookbag hung around his shoulder, he made the quarter mile trek to school. "One more year," he muttered to himself as he approached the school. Richard sighed it all seemed to much: school, his job, preparing for college, life! He was glad he still had his brother to help him. With a deep breath, Richard walked into the school ground, totally not ready for his senior year.

 

[CommonlyKnownAsAngi]

Adrian hated the first day of school above all. Knowing that you will be bombarded with teenagers is never a good enough motivation to get up. And yet he somehow managed to wake up. He quickly got ready, throwing together something for breakfast and taking a quick shower, first warm, then freezing to wake himself up for real.


He got together a travel mug of hot choco before he left, walking to the school just for the peace and quiet he probably wouldn't get when he was there.


He walked into his classroom, placing his mug down on the desk, then spun in his chair, just once. It was something he just did on the first day, since his first first day teaching-- like an annual habit of biting your nails? Something compulsive like that. Or was it impulsive? Or what? That's why he didn't even think of being an English teacher.

 

[The Almighty Cutie]

Darren had been sitting on a school bench for an hour before people began to arrive. He had his ear buds in, Bach's fifth symphony playing at full volume, and he had a pen in between his teeth. The notebook on his lap sat open as his left hand swiftly swept across the page, lightly dragging his mechanical pencil along with it. How he enjoyed sketching while listening to some nice classical music. It relaxed him. However, his growing sense of ease was quickly diminished as people walked - or ran - by, eager to catch up with friends, or to start a new year of havoc. He was immensely glad that this was his last. Sighing, he tugged one ear bud out, the elegant groove that the music had been in abruptly cutting as everyday sounds reached Darren's ears. He huffed. It was a constant question he asked himself, yet his thoughts dared to ask it again: Why the hell am I still tolerating this bull crap?





With his peace disturbed, Darren closed his notebook, the pencil neatly being tucked away inside it before they both went into his black backpack. It was nearly empty otherwise, its only other contents being a pack of mint gum and his The Walking Dead wallet. The pen was slowly tugged out of its pearly white captors' grip, its cap being replaced before it too was put away. Without glancing back at the bench he had been sitting on, Darren made his way into the school building, heading directly for his first class - math. The thought of the subject made him want to upchuck. The knowledge that it was going to be the first thing he had to deal with every weekday made him want to ram his head against a wall. He walked along with Bach still playing into one ear and a neutral look on his face.

 

[The Doorman]

Ronan woke to the honking of his arms and went into an immediate panic, flailing his arms and somehow managing to get his head near the gas pedal, which made his only means of escape the door. After a moment of awkward reaching between his legs the man managed to pull the trigger mechanism and open the door whilst looking absolutely ridiculous in most meanings of the word, crawling out like some hatching alien in a sci-fi horror and flopping onto the curb with a thump and a groan of both pain and frustration, the edge of the concrete forcing him into a particularly awkward position before he decided to get up and gather his things. It was at this time that the already stressed man found himself wearing his shirt both inside-out and backwards, exhaling a sigh of raw frustration before he took the time to fix it and grab his backpack to head to the building, a quick bump of his butt closed the door and started his race to the door, not wanting to miss anything like he did the last year, and every year prior.


"Excuse me! Pardon- s-sorry!" He said as he attempted to get out of the ocean of people he'd just entered as the height of the time between periods kicked into gear, the collective stenches of each person intermingling and making the man want to throw all caution to the wind along with his lunch, Now that I'm back to school... He glared at a freshman who'd glanced over at him, telling her that she best keep walking, then another person, and another, until he'd successfully parted the sea of BO and emotions, I'm beginning to remember why I hated this place so much... A building full of sweaty, horny, hormone-driven humans with the IQs and attention spans of fish. Ronan groaned as he opened a door and found himself at the wrong class, ignoring the teacher's offer to help and slamming the door shut as he turned to go find the correct classroom. 2... 2... 2... He looked at the door, this was definitely it, but did he really want to go inside? He had no choice, it was time for the usual beginning of the school year introductions and madness of idiots reuniting and reminding the man that he was an outcast, only an outcast, always an outcast. Without even a glance at the teacher he made his way to an open seat.

 

[CommonlyKnownAsAngi]

Adrian pulled out a lollipop from one of his two pencil holders- the other one being used for its actual purpose. He stuck the only candy he could tolerate into his mouth before turning towards his desk. He logged into the school-provided laptop, placing it on his lap as he twirled the cherry-flavoured sweet with his tongue.


He looked up as one of his new students walked in and sat down. He murmured, "Hello there," but otherwise showed no interest in the senior.

 

[The Doorman]

"Yeah, hey." Ronan muttered, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a book titled "Othello", one of William Shakespeare's many works, and you could say that Ronan was a bit of a Shakespeare fanboy, what with his obsession with his sense of humor and complex tragedies as well as the intricate writing put into play, the language, the characters, they influenced intrigue and insight in the man and he couldn't help but find himself entranced by the work, though his personality never ceased to make him out as your typical mindless teenager and allowed him to fade into the woodwork while he dragged himself through the days of never-ending agony and sexualized media. Under his breath he muttered, "You are the only one who gets it, Will..." Though not likely to be heard, speaking or sparking any attention was not at all his intention, and he continued reading, zoning out once more and ignoring the irritating sounds of his fellow classmates as he drifted into a state of imagination.

 

[Tempesta]

Richard roamed through the crowded halls, slightly annoyed of all the pushing that was going around. Underclassman were the worst. His dark brown gaze glanced through every classroom he passed by, watching as students began to fill them. What's my first class again? He wondered, as he reached into his bag and grabbed his schedule, "Math?" He muttered with a sigh.


Richard eventually found the room, removing his headphones and settling in a desk, his gaze looked around, observing the different people in the cclass: from what looked like a teacher or a teacher's assistant to his new classmates for the year. Richard took out his notebook and simply waited for class to start, resting his head on his hand as he placed his elbow on the desk to lean on.

 

[The Almighty Cutie]

Darren had chosen a seat at the back of the classroom. Both of his ear buds were back in, but his notebook remained in its quiet hiding spot. Mozart's Requiem in D minor played in his ears at full volume as he blankly stared at the board up at the front of the classroom. People came in and out and he paid no attention, losing himself in the strings of the movement. The crescendos and decrescendos. He slowly began to nod, the gesture slight and almost unnoticeable. The music played a scene in his head, his eyes becoming unfocused and hazy as he grew more and more immersed in the music.

 

[Oberons Veil]

Kaoru made his way down the hall towards his Math class. He hated math but not as much as the science. After bumping into a few people, and receiving fairly mean glares from them Kaoru finally asked one of the teachers if they knew where the room was. She was a younger, and quite nice. "Yes, go down this hall and to the right," Thank you, and Kaoru bowed before walking off towards class. He finally arrived at his Math room and walked in. The teacher was just sitting behind the desk and another kid seemed entranced by a Shakespeare book. Kaoru went into the classroom and walked up to the teacher. "Hello sensei, I'm Kaoru Hanari a transfer student from Japan. I look forward to this class." He said trying to shake his accent. He bowed afterwards before walking off to find a seat at the back of the classroom. He pulled out his notebook and pencil and began to doodle some anime characters... waiting for class to begin.

 

[CommonlyKnownAsAngi]

Adrian looked up from his laptop with a 'why are you telling me this?' sort of glance. He gazed back down at his computer after a second, waving his hand dismissively. The bell finally rang, and Adrian sighed, setting his laptop on the desk and standing up, mumbling to himself, "Yay."


After the usual shtick- the pledge of allegiance and lost students coming in late- Adrian leaned against his desk and addressed the class, "Well, hello there. First, let's get the basic things out of the way, shall we? I'm Adrian Hendricks- Mr. Hendricks to you lot- and my class rules are fairly simple: if you behave, you guys can work together and I'll give you a little leeway. You guys mess around all the time, and you can consider yourselves screwed. Understand?"


Letting the mumble of various 'yes's finish, he continued after a while, "Since it's the first day, I'm not gonna pull any crap on you all. Only thing you have to learn is your classmates' names, and...something unique about that person. You all should be used to that. So, any volunteers?"

 

[Tempesta]

Richard slowly blinked as he shifted his gaze to the front of the room as his presumed teacher introduced himself. Somewhat surprised that he was their teacher, wonder how old he is? He thought as he twirled his pencil in between his fingers. The teen's mind began to wonder off during the middle of Mr. Hendrick's speech about the rules, it was pretty basic. Then again it was the first day of school,nRichard guessed that most classes would be this way today, the dreaded introductions and stuff. Richard sighed, it was better than starting lecture. Might as well volunteer and get this over with.


Richard slowly stood up from his desk and cleared his throat, "My name is Richard Idris and I like to read and watch play as well as drink lots of coffee and tea." He stated simply with a small smile escaping his lips. With that being done, Richard sat back down in his seat and waited for the rest of his classmates to do the same.

 

[CommonlyKnownAsAngi]

"Hey, Richard," Adrian suddenly called, then picked a random pop and threw the candy at him, saying a quick, "Think fast."

 

[The Almighty Cutie]

Darren noticed someone stand out of the corner of his eye and glanced their way, realizing the teacher was also standing. On ear bud was tugged out. Mozart was still playing, and Darren felt bad for having interrupted it. Giving a soft sigh, he focused back on the person speaking. He listened to the introduction, only able to see the guy's back. What he hadn't been expecting was the teacher throwing something across the classroom at... Richard, Darren made a mental note of the name as the teacher said it. He knew it was highly likely that he wouldn't remember it.

 

[Tempesta]

Think fast, was the last thing Richard heard before his brown gaze spotted the piece of candy whizzing toward him. Right before it smacked him square in the face he caught it. He looked back up to the front of the class where Mr. Hendricks was, he lightly smile and thanked to teacher as he popped the candy into his mouth. Richard glanced around and sighed. No one else was volunteering, this was going to be a long class at this pace. the teacher should just call on others, if no one else was going to volunteer, Richard thought as he opened his notebook and began to doodle.

 

[CommonlyKnownAsAngi]

"No one?" Adrian asked, then pointed to Darren, "You with the headphones. By the way, if I see those tomorrow, I'll be taking them up."

 

[The Almighty Cutie]

Darren's green eyes shifted to the teacher, their half-lidded state amplifying his bored expression. He gave a small sigh before he pushed his chair back and stood, not bothering to remove his ear bud. It was just getting to his favorite part in the movement. Not bothering to glance around the room either, he raised his hand in an effortless wave before letting it form a fist as it fell to tap against his desk. "Name's Darren King. I'm here because I'd rather not be at home right now," he said, his gaze sliding back to the teacher. He held the stare for a moment before moving to sit back down, hooking one of the front chair legs with his foot so he could pull it forward.

 

[Oberons Veil]

Kaoru just sat trying not to draw attention to himself. As if being a foreigner wasn't strange enough. His doodling had gotten pretty out of hand and now had occupied two pages of his notebook. He grinned to himself, proud of his little achievement. He watched as the kid named Richard caught the candy, then the kid with the headphones... he couldn't recall his name... Kaoru made a mental note to learn it later. He watched with anticipation as the class seemed to take a collective breath without letting it out waiting for Mr. Hendricks to call on another pupil.

 

[CommonlyKnownAsAngi]

One or two people volunteered, but overall no one seemed interested. Adrian internally rolled his eyes. Of course. He randomly picked a few people, one daring girl stating her unique fact as being wanting to know his age. He brushed aside the question, saying that he was old enough, and moved on, pointing at the kid who had come up to him before class.

 

[Oberons Veil]

Kaoru sighed as the teacher had finally called on him. He stood and bowed again this time to the class and then to Mr. Hendricks. "My name is Kaoru Hanari, I am a transfer student from the Kyotachiin Academy in Kyoto, Japan, and I am pleased to be here." He smiled then sat down, acknowledging the teacher. Going back to doodling and letting his mind be at ease now that that was over with. He didn't care to mention his connection to his grandfather or the family's wealth, that would be only on a more intimate level.

 

[Tempesta]

Richard glanced sideways as Kaoru stood up and simply introduced himself to the class. Kaoru, he said in his head. This was new, it was rare that a foreign student would transfer to there school, if anything a transfer student from Japan. Richard took a note to remember his name, he seemed interesting. The teen returned to scribbling in his notebook as students continued to be picked on and stating their names, there was no way Richard was going to remember everyone's names. Biting his lip, he looked over to the clock at top of the dry erase board, 20 minutes still left in class, sighing he leaned back into his chair as another student introduced himself, only a couple more to go.

 

[CommonlyKnownAsAngi]

When the students were finished introducing themselves, Adrian told them, "We don't have long left, so I'll let you guys talk or whatnot since it's day one, but don't get too rowdy, alright?"

 

[The Almighty Cutie]

Darren had become unfocused again, both ear buds back in their places as his song came near its end. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up so one rested further away on the ground and the other on the desk. Letting the music drown out the happenings in the room, he allowed his thoughts to go blank, reaching up to put his arms behind his head.