High School roleplay
This rp is set in a small high school in a small town, Brookedale. Anyone can join as a teenage character who will go through teenage life at Brookedale High, with no specific plot of main characters.
My character (Bio not required)
Name: Will Renn
Year of Highschool: Sophomore
Schedule: 1st Period- Honors English II, 2nd Period- Study Hall, 3rd Period- Geometry, 4th Period- Honors Biology II, 5th Period- Spanish I, 6th Period- Band.
Appearance: This pic is basically him lol
Personality: You'll have to find out :P
Interests: You'll find out
Car: 2007 Ford Mustanghttp://www.velocityjournal.com/image...g18111400m.jpg
Just a few things: Post a schedule of your classes to help us all out, and just to make it simple..we're gonna say that if you have a class the same period as someone you're in the class with them. No need to make several teachers and classrooms for each class and making it more confusing if you're in someone's class or not. Everybody start off single. Nobody knows anyone, we all play new students. Be creative and have fun!!!
And everyone who wants to join go ahead and make an intro post, but dont make a second one until more people join and i give the ok.
Map of Brookedale
Note that the buildings' shapes are not represented..and that the size is just to give a relative idea of how much bigger or smaller a place is than others. Roads are filled in with black, and have yellow lines.
1- Brookedale High
2- The Mall- includes a food court with all fastfood restaurants
3- Halfmoon Acres- home to the middle class
4- Starlight Crest- home to the upper class
5- Movie Theatre
8- Bowling Alley/Skating Rink
9- Community park w/ basketball court, football field, 2 soccer fields, 2 baseball fields, and a small playground
10- Apartment Complex- home to the lower class
Last edited by Jimmeh; 12-05-2007 at 09:39 PM.
ooc: ive been busy but i will make the intro tomorrow.
Will Renn pulled into the parking lot of the school in his black 2007 Ford Mustang at 7:50, 30 minutes before he needed to be there. There were no other cars in the parking lot except for a few belonging to the janitors and the principal.
With a yawn, Will turned the key back and shook his bangs out of his eyes. His hair was a dark brown with bangs that went down to his eyelashes, in the back his hair reached the collar of his t-shirt, but did not cover it. The sides almost reached the bottom of his ear, but there was just a little bit of them visible. In his right hand was his silver iPod Nano, he was scrolling through his song list looking for what he would listen to, and he stopped at Numb by Linkin Park and began to sing with it when the vocals came in. "Tired of being what you want me to be, feeling so faithless lost under the surface.."
He was wearing a black t-shirt with LP written in white letters with a circle around them. He was a big fan of the band Linkin Park, which was usually obvious to others. He wore somewhat dark blue jeans that were in good condition but had the look of being worn out, he didn't understand why he and so many others liked that look but he didn't really care.
He would have to remember that this school was different from his old one, nobody showed up early to hang out or to harass the janitors. He silently wondered what else would be different as he stared into the morning sunrise and waited for school to start.
Friendly Neighborhood Mod
((This character is kinda’ made from my personality. Not everything about her is like me, but a lotta things are.))
Name: Amanda Simmons (Mandy)
Year of Highschool: Sophomore ( In my school 16 year-olds are juniors)
Schedule: 1st Period- Honors English II, 2nd Period- College Algebra, 3rd Period- Geometry, 4th Period- Honors Chemistry II, 5th Period- Spanish I, 6th Period- Band.
Interests: Play’s the drums in the band, loves to work on car’s <3, and she is in the school’s track team as a 100 meter hurdler.
Car: Porsche 911 (Yes, a flashy car…but remember she likes to work on cars, so…she kinda fixed it up. http://www.madcc.kctcs.edu/html/pdou...1_GT2_left.jpg
Appearance: Intro ^_^ but here’s a picture of her whenever she is messy n' sleeping!:
Amanda skipped down the stairs of her porch, slinging her mailbag over her shoulder and flipping her long brunette locks over her shoulder. Her little black flats softly tapped the wooden steps, and the wind blew at her dark skirt to make it show a little bit more of her slender tan legs. She wore sapphire earrings, given to her by her Grandmother, which almost matched her eyes perfectly.
“Mandy, did you get your keys?!” She stopped right in front of her car, her only true love, and held up her key’s so that her mother could see them.
“Love you honey!” Without replying to her mother she slipped into her Porsche, and let her fingers glide across the steering wheel before she slipped her keys into the ignition and started it up.
Most of the families in Brookedale were well off or…rich. Her family was one of the well off ones, and yes…her father had practically purchased her car for her. Well, he bought the parts…and she had spent the entire summer putting it together. She hadn’t been able to buy her own car, but her father made her, in a way, work for it.
As soon as her car was started her stereo began to blast music, and she slipped it into reverse. She was off to school!
Pulling into the parking lot, going way faster than she should, she eyed the mustang admiringly and instantly began to wonder about how many miles it gets to a gallon and about its engine. She parked her Porsche right beside the mustang, and slipped out of the drivers. The Mustang was just too beautiful to not get out and admire. Of course, her Porsche was gorgeous as well…but that didn’t stop her from liking other cars.
It probably was surprising to see a petite, playful, teen girl pop out of the driver’s side of the powerful Porsche. Could girls even handle cars with such power? Gently she touched the hood of the Ford Mustang, glancing up at the driver curiously.
“How much did this set you back?” She didn’t mean for it to be a rude question, but she was…honestly curious.
She got crotch fleas!
Name: Wade Lairidy
Year of High school: Sophomore
Schedule: 1st Period- Honors English II, 2nd Period-College Algebra, 3rd Period- Study Hall, 4th Period- Honors Chemistry II, 5th Period- German III, 6th Period- Football.
Personality: Very easy going guy, he has a lot on his mind and usually finds a way to zone out during the day, trying to find any and all escapes from his hell of a life.
Interests: Running, lifting weights, football, cars, music, anything that can waist time and take his mind off of what he needs to be thinking about aka stress relievers.
Car: 2008 Camero, one of they very few that are in circulation.
He leaned over the balcony of his house, the cool morning wind whipping at his hair. His blue eyes scanned the property the house sat on. This was all that his parents had left him, excluding the money and various other nicks and knacks. It had been two years since his parents died. He watched as his dog, Shade, ran around, chasing after a rabbit, his bull mastiff, Bear, lied on the ground, eying the pup.
Wade couldn't help but smile, his bare feet were cool against the wood tiling beneath him as he walked back into his room. His alarm clock went off, 7:30 flashed on the screen repeatedly. "Time to go..." He spoke to himself, grabbing his black wind breakers and a a school football shirt. He grabbed his black under armor backpack, along with his keys and a pack of pop tarts. He slipped his weather torn running shoes like it was nothing.
He jumped into his Camero, pulling out of the gravel drive way and down the hill that his house overlooked, he smiled slightly as he watched Shade chase the rabbit into a hole, his head completely inside of the rabbits home. He turned on the road, heading toward the new high school, now he wouldn't have to drive for an hour or so just to get to the nearest one. He turned up the radio, feeling good about his handy work with the new sub woofers and speakers he put underneath each of the seats. He turned on Smashing pumpkins and continued down the street.
He pulled into the parking lot after ten or fifteen minutes of driving. He rolled up the heavily tinted windows and stepped out of the car, looking at the place he figured he would learn to love and hate over time. He began walking up to the school with his head held high, if you didn't know him, you would figure he was mad about something... yet, this was just Wade.
Last edited by Desperado; 12-07-2007 at 03:57 PM.
Will pressed the pause button on his iPod as the girl walked over to his car. He looked at her with her deep, dark brown eyes with interest..and confusion. She was very attractive, and when he heard her ask him "How much did this set you back?" he caught himself staring at her and shook himself out of it.
"Not much, really. I was in a pretty popular band back in L.A and we got paid to do gigs, so I had plenty of money." He pulled the keys out while he said this and got of the car and locked it. He then asked, "Is that your Porsche over there?"
He was trying to make conversation. He didn't know anyone here and he had to start somewhere.
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“Yeah,” She smiled and looked back at her black Porsche that was decorated with thin lime green pinstripes on the sides and hubcaps with the same color. ( Same model as the picture I gave, but not the same colors) “My dad bought it…in pieces, and made me put it together.” Honestly, she didn’t realize how strange it was for a girl to be interested in cars past their color’s and model.
“What grade are you in?” Mandy seemed easy enough to talk to. She had an inviting manner about her, but still it wasn’t like she was prying for information. It was as if she actually wanted to know about him, instead of just talking to talk.
Under her beauty, and her interest for cars, she seemed a bit nervous about something. She kept anxiously glancing at the school’s doors, as if the building might come alive and bite her. Amanda was new at the school as well.
Her gaze settled on a boy walking up to the school, his head held up high and his face looking a bit angry. This didn’t help her anxiety with starting at a new school.
"You put that together yourself?" he asked, in a stunned voice. He practically ignored her question, his only interest was that she had put a Porsche together all on her own.
It was true that he had played in a popular band back in Los Angeles. They hadn't gotten a record deal..but they were likely to, that was until Will was forced to move to this small town. With their lead singer, bassist, and song writer gone..the band lost any hope of making anything and split up. Now all Will had of that life was his expensive bass guitars and amps, the lyrics and music for his songs, and a couple thousand dollars in his bank account.
He noticed that the girl seemed nervous, and realized he was pretty nervous too. Her beautiful eyes kept drawing him in to staring and he had to remember not to stare too long. He was leaning against his car but was admiring her Porsche, partially because it was an amazing car..but more because he needed something to look at other than her.
(sorry bout short posts)
She got crotch fleas!
He walked up the stairs, popping his neck as a few people who had already hit it off with other people, looked at him and whispered to each other. He glanced at a few of them and they tended to look away from him.
'How nice...' he thought to himself, this felt like it was going to be a LONG first year. He walked up the stairs into his the school, the smell of fresh paint was quite noticeable.
He pulled out a schedule he had received in the mail, "English two..." He mumbled to himself, walking down a hallway and into a class room. They were set into groups with long tables, similar to what you would see in colleges.
He sat down at a desk, then he noticed another thing. Each desk had a laptop sitting on top of it. 'Seems like this will be a bit easier...' he thought to himself, he dropped his backpack and slid it underneath the table.
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She arched her brow when he ignored her question, but she didn’t mind…he was still asking about her car. Her only love.
“Yeah, it wasn’t too hard…some things were too heavy, but I managed.” Mandy shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. Sure, she was proud of herself…but didn’t a lot of people put their own cars together? Didnt they...?
Mandy glanced back at the boy entering the school, and wondered if he was the mean, bully type. He sure seemed like it…but she decided to give him a chance, if he was in her class, before judging him too much. She then focused her mind back on the boy talking to her,
“What kind of music did your band play?” It was a stupid question, really, because she could pretty much guess what they had played. “I play the drums in band, y’know.” The fact that she was relating to someone so quickly was giving her a little boost of confidence.