♢ n a k a m a

[LetterA]

We were the best of friends.
We laughed,
We cried,
We were...


Nakama.

Appearance | Name | Age | Height; Weight | Personality | History | Other

+Ellie and Marley having a little fight about academics. The line "Being smart was *my* thing!" should be said in there somewhere.
+ That thing between Andy, Damien, and Naomi.
+ Marley's totes crushing on Tristan. Ellie ends up getting lost with Tristan in New York though and sparks maybe.
+ Or Marley could get lost with Andy and?
+ Oh snap, I just made Ellie and Marley have like hella ton of fights. Oops.

[ r i l e y , i n n i . a n d . p r i n c e . o n l y ]

[LetterA]

"It gets hard keeping up, sometimes."

Name Anthony "Andy" Belabourne
Age Seventeen
Height; Weight 5'11; 162lbs
Personality Andy's pretty lax when it comes to most things, not giving too much of a fuck when it comes to the daily life. He's very studious and takes testings seriously, however, often a bit more anti-social come midterms or finals or other tests. He seems to be very touchy when it comes to matters regarding the LGBT community, also often getting flustered when someone calls him good-looking.
History
OtherSecretly crossdresses. Only when no one's home. Sh.
Practiced Tae Kwon Do, but quit due to lack of time.

"Haa? Too much sarcasm? No way, no way!"

Name Naomi Chang
Age Sixteen
Height; Weight 5'4; 125lbs
Personality She tends to be on the cheery side, though she's got a bit of a sarcastic mouth on her. When it comes to people, she's usually rather trusting and welcomes them with open arms. Keep in mind, however, if you take advantage of her trust even once, consider her absolutely done with you. She also has a tendency to attract creeps on her facebook page, as well as haters, and loooves putting them on blast- partially because she wants everyone to see how stupid some people are, mostly because she loves the attention she gets.
History
OtherShe knows Andy's secret, being his girlfriend and all.
Has known Andy the longest, the two being two doors apart.
Practices Tae Kwon Do.

"Cigarettes, Girls, Porn and Booze, baaaby~"

Name Tristan Blake
Age Sixteen
Height; Weight 6'2; 179lbs
Personality Tristan's a very upbeat character. It's rare to find him depressed, and when he is, it's usually over nothing serious. Usually because the vending machine ran out of his favourite drink or something along the lines. He tends to be playful and cheery towards anyone- approachable or otherwise. Sure, he tends to do a lot of stupid things, but after all, his motto's yolo Hakuna Matata. So no worries here!
History
Other He's got a ton of tattoos.
Plays the bass, the keyboards, yet best knows his way on the drums.

[IntenseInsanity]

"I want to be noticed, I want to be needed..."


Name:
Elizabeth “Ellie” Hunter

Age:
Seventeen

Height; Weight:
5’1, 120 lbs

Personality:
Quiet, shy, and easily startled, Ellie is honestly more polite then friendly. She is self-conscious and keeps to herself most of the time, hiding behind books or papers. She is known to stammer and worry when people ask her questions or simply try to strike up a conversation. Seemingly afraid of her own shadow and weak-bodied, it isn’t unnatural to see her look pale in the face. While she is like this, Ellie is surprisingly far from being clumsy or airheaded. She has a brilliant mind, getting top scores in class. She has very observant eyes as well, always surveying in a situation before walking forward just in case there is trouble brewing. Ellie has been a victim of bullying since the sixth grade, making her a very wary person around crowds or unfamiliar people. Politely stubborn, she has started a few more debates then the average teenage girl. If someone manages to open her up, you may be surprised to find her to actually have a very vibrant way of looking at life. She sees everything a view brighter than it actually is, and she enjoys daydreaming about happy things. She wants to be noticed, and wanted, and she wants to do something to change herself for the better. Nurturing and mother-like, she cherishes the few friends that she has more than anything else.

History:

Other:
Ellie has a surprisingly good voice; she rocks at karaoke, but refuses to sing in public.
Has been taking a variety of martial arts since she was young.

[rileylovespanda]

"You've got to learn to roll with the punches"

Name: Marley Adler
Age: 16
Height; Weight: 5'4 118 lbs
Personality: Marley loves for things to be organized, border lining on OCD. She's a natural born leader as well, whose good at giving out commands with the kind of authority in her voice that just beckons people to listen to her. On top of that, she's also a perfectionist. Everything about her has to be perfect, from grades to hair to clothes, if one thing is out of place it drives her insane. She'll work until every aspect about whatever she's doing is just right, often times falling asleep doing so. More often then not, someone has to tell her to quit for her own well being before she'll actually quit. She can be a bit bitchy at times, but recently she's learned to tone this down quite a bit.
History:
Other: She lives with just her mom.

"I've dared myself to change the world."

Name: Damien Crise
Age: 16
Height; Weight: 6'0 174lbs
Personality: Damien is sweet beyond all belief. If someone asks him for help, he'll never refuse to help them. He's even been known to go out of his way to help those that haven't asked. He's rather athletic as well, playing on both the the soccer and basketball teams. When something goes wrong though, he tends to place all of the blame on himself, even if he had next to nothing to do with it. He beats himself up over stupid things. Academically, he fails to shine or stand out at all. This is probably the only area of his life where he doesn't set ridiculous goals for himself. He knows he's not the brightest bulb, but over the years he's come to accept that.
History:
Other: He's completely and totally gay. Its no secret though, nearly the entire school knows.

[LetterA]

Holy fuck. "It's freeeezing!" called out a girl of average height, her long black hair under a coloured beanie, her cheeks and nose flushed with warmth. The Asian girl looked down the street, past the heads of several others shivering by their lonesome, waiting to see the glorious lights that signaled the bus' arrival. Naomi, as was the girl's name, had dressed lightly, wearing only a sweater with some jeans and a pair of sneakers. If she'd known that there would be a sudden temperature drop, she would've drowned herself in layers of warmth! Burrowing her neck as far into her hoodie as she could, she breathed heavily, trying to gather warm air around her, to warm her up.

Suddenly, a familiar brown scarf wrapped around half her face, and when her dark eyes glanced upwards, she caught the sight of an equally cold looking face. "Sorry," said the taller teen, shoving his hands back into the pockets of his jacket- but not before flipping his hoodie up and covering his head with it. "I didn't bring another jacket for you." The reply was sickeningly sweet, releasing a small happy whimper from Naomi's throat. Unable to hug him due to the action requiring her to release her hands from her pockets and thus getting frostbite, she merely invaded his private space, resting her head on his chest. Even in the early morning, when practically half the population was drowsy and tired, they still noticed the couple being obnoxiously lovey-dovey in the morning and groaned internally.

The bus' arrival released many a thankful sighs, some being sick of the cold, others sick of Naomi's and Andy's early morning sweetness. The two sat beside one another, Naomi falling asleep and taking her first nap of the day while Andy flipped through his phone, reading the bible for the sake of it. Alright, so it was less a bible and more of a horoscope app, but can you blame a guy for attempting to look sophisticated? By the time their bus reached school, Andy had already finished reading both his horoscope as well as Naomi's, and the girl already yawning herself awake. "C'we grab some hot chocolate before we head to class?" asked Naomi, sliding her hand in Andy's as they walked through the doors of the school, past the throng of students that swarmed into the building, huddling into corners into their respective groups.

At Naomi's question Andy sighed, saying, "We always do," as they took the flight of stairs leading to the cafeteria. It was at the school store beside the cafeteria, run by teachers as well as special needs children, where the two ordered a hot chocolate. Well, Naomi ordered for a hot chocolate (and two poptarts as well, mind you), Andy merely paying for it. While the hot chocolate was nothing special, the two liked to show their support for the school as well as the special needs kids. That, and it was hot chocolate! Who could resist?

Before going to their respective classrooms, the group of six usually gathered at a table by the door in the cafeteria. They'd been old friends, since middle school (and some before that), spare one girl who was new. Upon arrival at the cafeteria, the two found a light haired fellow already resting on the table, his bookbag under his arms, his head rested on it as he slept. Or faked it, anyways. He must've smelled the chocolate or something, because his head soon snapped up, a grin on his lips as his piercings lightly jingled upon contact with one another. "Didn't buy me anything? You're so rude, Andy," sang Tristan, catching a poptart that Naomi tossed his way just as his sentence ended. She added, "Eat slowly so you don't choke- you don't have a drink to choke that thing down, you know."
"The same way you choke his thing down?" chided Tristan, releasing a bark of laughter from Naomi and a sigh from Andy, the former setting her bookbag on the table while the latter hooking his own behind the seat, unzipping his jacket in the process. Taking a nibble on his poptart, Tristan looked past their shoulders as they took a seat, humming, "Others here yet?" receiving another sarcastic remark.

[IntenseInsanity]

The air was cold and dry, no weather for snow, much to a certain girl’s distress. It was only appropriate to snow when it got cold of course, because if it didn’t snow then everything would simply look brown and dead and ugly. Right now, sadly, everything was brown and dead and ugly, even more so because of the town that she lived in. The certain girl from before had woken up to the sight of this brown world and let out a soft sigh of sadness, slowly trudging out of bed with sudden laziness, as if the world outside affected her. Now, that girl ran quickly through the streets, her heavy breath floating into the air as puffs of white fog. She was dress to the neck in thick clothes, a bubble jacket, a hoodie, two scarves, and a panda hat that covered her ears perfectly. Because of her laziness mentioned before, she had missed the bus, thus missing her chance to a warm, free ride to school. The girl, who we shall now call Ellie, let out an annoyed sighed, clenching her frozen hands tightly as she tried to go over other options to getting to that damned building. Parents were unreliable, and friends were unable to pick her up… And thus ended her wondering of who could help her. Today was turning out to be terrible. The school was now only three blocks away, though, so she wouldn’t be too late, if she kept up her pace. Eventually she had to pull to a stop, all thanks to the traffic light. Ellie relaxed a bit, sucking in deep breaths, wincing as her chest began to burn from the harsh jog through cold air, and she began to check herself over.

Cellphone, check. Book bag, check. Shoes, check. Hair, brushed and braided. Clothes, check. Everything seemed in order, thankfully. Ellie had been in a bit of a rush once she had realized her tardiness to the bus stop, the others were probably wondering about her absence. Her eyes slowly began to wander, taking in the sight of the street; empty. An alley cat clambered over a tall brick wall, a few cars slowly started up or drove passed, sputtering their sickening smog. Elizabeth toyed with her braid, eyes averting themselves to the ground as she patiently waited for the sign to change, a sudden wave of anxiety washing over her as she imagined people watching. The hand turned green, finally, and Ellie started to lightly jog the rest of the way to the school, her face and nose slowly and surely turning a bright and painful red.

She entered the school with a little less vigor then before, sweat running down her cheeks. She rubbed her face gently with her coat sleeve, releasing another sigh, this one of relief, as the warmth slowly began to build around her. The redness of her face faded slightly, but the burning in her chest remained. She gave herself a mental kick for missing the bus again before she vanished into the thick crowd of students, towards their usual spot. She thankfully caught sight of her friends and she managed to pull herself out of the crowd, stumbling towards them,

“A-ah!” she caught herself from falling on the table, poofing up slightly like a cat would after being stepped on, but she quickly fixed herself, straightening, casting her gaze downwards as the familiar flush of pink ran over her already red cheeks from seeing the three familiar faces, “H-hey, guys.” She murmured with a soft voice. Although she had known these three for quite a while she just couldn’t seem to get out of that pattern of speaking; stammer, sigh, stutter, murmur. It was always the same. Ellie wished for a change, in her shyness and her confidence. Wait, weren’t they basically the same thing? She shrugged to herself before glancing up, saying the first thing that came to her head as usual,

“S-so, did you get your permission slips for the field trip to New York signed yet?” she asked curiously as she began to remove the layer of winter clothes she had forced herself into. The New York field trip... Ellie sighed again as she realized she didn't even have her permission slip signed yet. How forgetful of her...

[rileylovespanda]

Sometimes, Marley half listened to what Damien had to say. This morning was one of those mornings. The two had ended up riding the same bus after the brown haired girl had moved to town, so they spent most mornings together. She had yet to figure out if the blonde basketball star was a morning person or not. There were some days that he slept until they got to school, some days where conversation was kept at minimal because it was far too early and there were days like today. She had come to a semi conclusion that his personality in the morning was heavily affected by what had happened the night before. In retrospect, she should have prepared herself. “Three three’s in a row. The other team had no clue what hit ‘em,” Damien said with a proud smile on his face. That goofy grin was one of the only reasons that Marley didn’t get mad at him. With an expression like that, it was near impossible. “I was on fire last night.” She sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Yes Damien. I was at the game. I saw everything.” He looked as if he was about to say something else, but Marley quickly put a stop to that idea. The two lapsed into silence after that, with Damien finally understanding that it was too early in the morning for actual conversation. So even though he was by far the most awake person on the bus, the blonde was quiet. After a good few minutes, the quiet got boring enough for headphones and music to be necessary. That was how that rest of the ride was spent, with Marley thinking about the day and Damien listening to music.

The two walked into school with the rest of their bus. Marley, even though it was early on in the day and most people were near brain dead right now, had a brightness in her eyes and a certain air about her. She had the same look near everywhere she went. Early on, the girl with the odd purple eyes had learned that the way you carried yourself meant everything. Damien was equally awake, but had less of an authoritarian air about him. Where her focus was straight ahead, set on one destination, he took his time to wave and smile at everyone that acknowledged him. They were both headed to the same place, but as usual Damien was lagging behind just a little bit.

“Well, I can’t speak for Mr. People Pleaser, but I’m here,” Marley said as she sat down with the other three. “Yeah, got mine signed the day we were handed them.” That was very much so like Marley. Always on time with everything. It was odd for her, integrating into this group so easily. It was just, she had never really had the chance to make friends in the past, what with moving around a lot. It was nice, staying in one place. Damien, on the other hand, had been caught by a group of students discussing the game last night. Of course they would have to pull one of the star players in. He was far too kind to ignore them outright, so he stuck around for just a little bit before leaving to go sit with his normal group of friends.

“Sorry, got fans that need my attention,” he said jokingly as he sat down across from Marley. Well, the entire group was here now. Damien smiled as he dug through his pockets, which was quite the ordeal considering that meant looking through his pants and coat, until he finally pulled up a wrinkled ball of paper. Maybe the permission slip wasn’t in the best condition, but it had his parents signature and that was all that mattered. He unwrinkled the paper and sat it out on the table. “Not in the best condition, but it’ll do,” he said, almost like he was proud of the mess that could barely be called a permission slip.

[LetterA]

The three on the table greeted each student that arrived, Andy nodding their way, Naomi offering a cheery grin, and Tristan greeting them verbally with a "Hey" followed by their names. Upon mentioning of a permission slip, Tristan straightened himself- fuck! No, he totally forgot about that! Considering his place was just a block and three doors from the school, he debated grabbing one of his friends' rides and driving there, getting a signature, and then heading back... No! That wasted waaaaay too much energy, and no doubt his mother was already asleep. Perhaps forging the signature then? His head turned to Damien, his eyes sparkling with hope, only to be disappointed when he unearthed a crumpled piece of paper, no doubt his permission slip. Dammit! And here, he thought for sure Damien might've let it slip his mind, what with the game and people humming about him for it.

It was practically expected for Marley and Andy to have gotten in signed, Andy confirming his suspicions when he said, "Yeah. I got it signed a few days ago." Tristan payed no mind when Andy reached for the crumpled ball that was Damien's permission slip, turning his eyes instead to Naomi. "Please tell me you didn't get it signed either," he whimpered pleadingly, knowing he'd be disappointed when a haughty grin spread on her cheeks. She gulped down a sip of hot chocolate before flashing a peace sign- or in her case, a V sign, for Victory. "Andy bothered me about it, so I did end up getting it signed," she said, laughing evilly under her breath.

Ellie, who sat nearby Tristan, was soon embraced, the silver haired student faking tears as he questioned, "Ellie, you forgot it, too, right? Please tell me I'm not the only one heeeeeere."

Meanwhile, Andy finally succeeded in getting Damien's paper about as flat as it went, his eyes glancing up to the blonde. He didnt say anything, just stared a bit, before his eyes went back to the paper. Naomi noticed, and pushing her hair back behind her still red ears, she asked, "What's up?"
"Ah, no," said Andy. He thanked himself internally a bit for being so smart on his feet, as well as for not stammering that last part out. A hand raised to point at the paper, saying, "The date on here's wrong, right?"
"About as wrong as Marley getting straight As," said Naomi, suggesting that it was completely right and Andy was being stupid. Andy tossed the now flattened paper on the table, nodding. "It's too early for me," he sighed.


(gonna be adding some stuff in the OP)

[IntenseInsanity]

Ellie waved and smiled slightly as Marley and Damien arrived. The group was all together again. She sighed as the people around her began pulling out their permission slips, one after another, hold for Tristan. She ended up taking a seat, digging through her bag in case, miraculously, she actually had gotten it signed. Her hands worked through organized papers, books, a lunch bag, and she soon found the familiar slip of paper at the very bottom, wedged in between a textbook and a stack of chemistry homework. Of course, no dice, she ended up half pulling out an actually straightened paper with no signature. Ellie turned to place the paper on the table, face flushed a bright pink, before she turned to re-fix and close her back bag. She sighed, and then let out an audible yelp as arms wrapped around her chest and Tristan’s familiar fake cry filled her ear,

“Oh, um… Y-yes, I’ve forgotten mine too.” She stammered; face a beat red from the rare physical contact that she was receiving. Slowly and surely she began to turn around in Tristan’s embrace to stare at the group, gray eyes hardened,

“What should I dooooo~.” She suddenly cried in her usual soft voice, leaning forward to lay her face on the table. Her thoughts wandered… Maybe she could call her mother into the office… No, they wouldn’t waste time with her on something so small. Forging a signature could always work, and since Ellie has done it a few more times than the average honor roll student should, it wouldn’t be too hard. It would be impossible to do now, though, thanks to all the people around and Tristan still clinging to her. Her eyes began to wander, towards the other students, staff, the cafeteria door, and then finally the clock. She blinked, biting her lip as she squinted to check then time and she would’ve stood up with shock if it weren’t for the embrace holding her down. The time seemed to be traveling faster than usual. She wiggled in his embrace, pulling out her arm to point at the clock,

“W-we should get to homeroom soon.” She yelped, her braid tumbling from its spot on her shoulder over to her back in a single wave of brown. She turned to Tristan, her lips forming into a pout, “Let go now.” Ellie begged, pinching his forearm with her free hand.

[rileylovespanda]

Marley couldn’t help but chuckle a bit over Tristan’s distress. Leave it to him to forget about getting the permission slip signed. She was a bit surprised the Damien remembered his though, given that he did tend to be rather forgetful at times. Marley may not have been in the group for very long, at least not when you compared her to the others, but everyone’s habits were pretty easy to catch on to. Ellie not having her’s signed was a bit of a surprise though. She was usually on top of things like that.

Damien watched as Andy unwrinkled his paper, or attempted to. Somehow, he was completely oblivious to his friend staring at him, even if it was brief. He was far more interested in how presentable the paper ended up. It was really beyond saving. The blonde boy was just happy that everything was still legible. The thought never even crossed his mind that a teacher wouldn’t accept it in the state that it had been prior to Andy flattening it out. The mention of the date possibly being wrong almost caused a minor freak out, but that possibility went away with Naomi saying that the date was in fact right. “Woo, I was scared there for a second,” Damien said as he took the now less crumpled up paper and put it into his bag. “Looks good as new now. Thanks,” the blonde said, referencing the paper he had just put away. He was actually being careful enough to put it in a folder so that it wouldn’t end up in the same state as it had been.

Ellie’s embarrassment was quite the source of amusement for Marley. Even after the months that she had been hanging out with these five, she couldn’t really figure out how Ellie put up with the others, especially Tristan, given her disposition. The brown haired perfectionist did feel a little bit bad for the girl though. “You two should just forge the signatures. That would be the easy thing to do,” Marley said, giving her two cents on the situation. She was still slightly perplexed at how Ellie hadn’t gotten hers signed and Damien had.

Marley looked over at the clock as soon as going to homeroom was mentioned. It was about time to get leaving, unless they wanted to be late. Late was something that Marley never was though. Damien, on the other hand, was paying absolutely no attention to the time. Homeroom teachers were never that strict about getting there on time, after all.