so i had this idea for a roleplay on this this high school and everyone has at least one secret! so here is the plot i came up with!
Welcome to another year at the seemingly average Summer heights Prep, a high school in the middle of a small, simple town where everyone knows each other and nothing ever happens. At least, that's what people on the outside think, the people who don't live here...who don't have secrets. Because everyone at Summer heights Prep has at least one secret...a secret that could destroy them, Ruin their lives, a secret someone knows and is willing to use about them. What if someone figured out that you've never kissed anyone? That you made out that with that loser from two grades below you?
Who is this person that knows their precious secrets, you ask? Well, that's the catch...nobody knows. When you start getting texts from a blocked number that signs off their texts with X , claiming to know your secrets and prepared to watch you fall if you don't do exactly what they say, how will you react? Find out who this mysterious X is, try to keep your secrets left, or simply watch as they are no longer secrets right before your eyes?
This will be set in August, when everyone is heading to school on their first day back. They will get the text that X sends them, and will have the choice to reply if they wish, though be careful with it, X doesn't have the best temper.
So what do y'all think should i put up an occ for this?
THE MASK!(aka. Jim Carry)
Me and you are friends!
You cry, i cry
You fight, i fight
you jump off bridge
I get a paddle boat and save your retarded Butt!!
What would you do if I sang out of tune?
would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ear and I'll sing you a song,
And i'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh! I get by witha little help from my friends.
Mmmm! I get High With a little help from my friends.
Mmmm! Gonna Try with a little help from my friends.
Pride: I have none
Envy: for everyone that is beautiful
Gluttony: Thank god for a high metabolism because I eat more than the average human being
Lust: Bad boys are my weakness, even if I fight it with every ounce of my being
Anger: for all those who piss me off
Greed: Everyone has it
Sloth: I'm very lazy, but I do make up for that
"Lust, Love, Unexpected Romance. Isn't that what every girl wants?"
I am very much interested in this~!
thank you mayhem
Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.And I see by your gravestone you were only 19When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died cleanOr, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behindIn some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?And, though you died back in 1916,To that loyal heart are you forever 19?Or are you a stranger without even a name,Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.The trenches have vanished long under the plow;No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's LandThe countless white crosses in mute witness standTo man's blind indifference to his fellow man.And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,Do all those who lie here know why they died?Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"Did you really believe that this war would end wars?Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shameThe killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,For Willie McBride, it all happened again,And again, and again, and again, and again.
A small Tribute to all those who gave there lives so that we may live in freedom.
Aragorn; My brother who's always the one to try and put me right.
Ernest; that annoying couisen that sometimes you just have to smack
Oblivion Ascent; My dam cool uncle who's always off somewhere.
HUNK: My brother who I'll have spat's with but we'll always pull together when needed.
Count me in.
Lmaoo. Totally Pretty little liars ! Im In c:
YA LIKE HOW I DANCE?! YOU CANT BEAT ME! BAM!
JOIN MY RP!
"You know what? The love of my life is eating and shacking up with my best friend and my other best friend is shacking up with an exact look a like of my sister and that said sister...yeah she's trying to kill us. So I think I deserve the damn pie."
"So I'm sitting there playing this game and all of a sudden this option comes up as I'm scrolling that says 'Punch Paparazzi' and I'm just sitting here like Hell yeah! I want to punch some Paps!"
Me on the OOC
"Well I want to join all these rps but it seems like so much work..."
"A body in motion won't actually stay in motion unless a physical force is exerted on it...it will just kinda flop to the floor like a dead fish"
"Well I was on my way to a gay, gypsy, bar mitzvah for the disabled when suddenly I thought 'gosh the Third Reich's a bit rubbish, I think I'll kill the Furher' Who's with me?"
~Melody Pond AKA River Song