welcome to revenge is sweeter! we're a roleplay centered around the troubled students of saint jude's located in san francisco, california. here the students are as messed up and they're here with the goal of getting healthy. needless to say, none of them will ever get to that point but then again, they don't care. milton academy, a normal preparatory has also burned down and has merged with the other school. the time of year is february 20th, 2012. so get creative and let's have a fun rp experience. please register in lowercase and thanks for joining our active site.
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Group: JUNIOR
Posts: 11
Member No.: 644
Joined: 24-March 12
NOTES;
there is some kind of demonically delicious scent wafting into my room hng
finn castle lay in his bed, the muse blaring in his headphones and his calculus homework arranged around him. it wasn't making all that much sense, but he stoically plodded through the equations, graphs and wibbly-wobbly diagram type things as the afternoon progressed.
at nearly four o'clock, he'd finished a good deal of his work with what he believed to be the correct answers. satisfied, he piled it all up and neatly stowed it in his book bag.
with a glance at the clock, he realized it was about time he got going. dance club would start in a short time, and it was a part of the week in which finn practically lived for. shrugging out of his jeans (he hadn't bothered to changed when he'd got back from class), he donned a pair of sweat cutoff at the knee and exchanged his sweater for a beater and a sleeveless zip-up (all this with out removing his earphones, mind you).
after replacing his ipod in his pocket, grabbing his portable speakers and slipping on his shoes, he grabbed a vitamin water from the mini fridge in his room and was off.
as ever, the auditorium was empty when he arrived. christopher would get there soon, and then they could start dancing. the auditorium had been the only place they could really work, seeing as the dance studio was mainly occupied by the dance team and the gyms were used for other sports. drama and interpretive dance got to share the auditorium, to both of their chagrins.
setting up his speaker on the stage floor, he quickly removed his ipod from his pocket and set it up in the ipod dock. the song he'd been playing, the muse's showbiz, suddenly resounded through the empty theater. dumping his earphones nearby, he pushed away the small bit of choking anxiety that accompanied the absence of his normally ever-present buds. instead of focusing on the voices that he couldn't allow to creep up on him, finn began to stretch.
Group: SENIOR
Posts: 269
Member No.: 17
Joined: 19-November 11
stumbling through
THROUGH THE NIGHT, WE'RE TOUCHING BUT IT'S LIKE YOUR OUT OF REACH
christopher robin was perfectly aware that classes were over for the afternoon but he couldn’t leave this particular classroom quite yet. so here the teenager was, sitting in the one room that constantly had his name on the roster for the next two months. detention. once he managed to work off one day, he’d gain another two and the boy was beginning to think that this was a scam. if he was to complain to the administration, the teenager could have gotten out of this but that wasn’t in his nature to complain. anyone that knew him, knew that he liked to smile. negative thinking wasn’t his thing, so it was for that reason that he tried to liven every learning experience. for example – the thing that got him here today was his essay on a person from history, who changed the world. his teacher never said it had to be a real person, so it was only natural that he wrote a 10,00o word research paper on the green power ranger and made everyone listen to it word for rude. after wasting everyone else’s time, he’d be forced to waste his afternoon here. how lovely.
needless to say, everyone loved his paper and told him so after class. leave it to the schizo to find a way to destroy their teachers lesson plan and with that he tapped his fingers nervously against the desk as it neared the time for his dismissal. getting up thirty seconds early, he moved from his seat and waited by the door before running out before his teacher could sign off on his detention slip. running back to his room, the boy quickly peeled out of his clothes and stumbled over his room like a moron to find his dance clothes. after a few minutes the teenager was ready and running toward the auditorium with a water bottle in his hands. walking into the shitty place to rehearse, he saw finlay already stretching and moved over beside him to do his own stretches. needless to say they weren’t really stretches, simply weird positions on his behalf. looking over at the other, he smiled softly. ”sorry I’m late, I had detention.” he grimaced before continuing on ”what is this music your playing?”
Group: JUNIOR
Posts: 11
Member No.: 644
Joined: 24-March 12
NOTES;
trulul i hope you don't mind that all the music i listen to is indie shit
as finn strode to the auditorium, the muse blaring through his earphones, he managed a few polite waves at the people he recognized, and friendly enough smiles at those he didn't. he'd been told more than once that when he let his face sit naturally, he had a tendency to look mad. or sad. or a sort of vague mix of the two emotions. since being told that, he'd made an effort to smile, but it was a cheek-numbing change to make.
the auditorium was a safe haven for the schizophrenic boy. he shared it with christopher, his friend and fellow dancer. they shared disorders and passions and where one lacked, the other quaintly filled. seeing christopher was one of the nicer parts of finn's weekly schedule. it meant he'd be dancing, and it meant he'd be in the presence of someone who understood him, no matter how bizarre the other man was. if anything, finn only enjoyed him more for his eccentricities.
after setting up, he took to stretching and getting his limbs loose. all of that important stuff, you know. a few windmills, some toe touches, hamstrings stretches; the works. glancing around, he realized christopher still hadn't arrived. padding over to his ipod, finn pressed the touch-sensitive screen and checked the time. seven after four.
scratching his chin, finn simply shrugged and rummaged through his playlists until he found some florence + the machine. figuring that chris was probably either being scolded or sleeping or something, he returned to center stage and continued to stretch.
only a few minutes had passed when christopher finally arrived. he'd clearly ran from the dorms to the auditorium, and finlay tossed him his signature conservative smile. "what, again? ye needta get tha' big american nose o'yer's outta trouble."
as for the music, finn rolled his neck as he replied, "florence + the machine. she reminds me o'home." his gaelic lilt rolled thick from his tongue, despite spending the past few years having it dulled by americans. finn liked to think he was just staying true to his heritage, but truly, he feared becoming more like other kids than he already was. his accent was a mark of individuality, and one he didn't intend on losing.
