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The Entertainers (Retro SoL)

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“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible” - T. E. Lawrence

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Los Angeles. Summer. 1987.

Ronald Reagan is President of the United States. Bon Jovi is ruling the airwaves and the hot summer blockbusters this year include Predator, The Lost Boys and Robocop.

The dying embers of the neon drenched 1980’s are flickering slowly towards an end and nestled somewhere between Tinseltown and the boulevard of broken dreams sits the quiet beachside neighbourhood of Oceanside. Oceanside is known for its cheap and affordable housing and local mom and pop owned amenities; making it the perfect Mecca for the up and coming entertainers of the future as they start out their long and potentially never ending journeys towards super stardom.

Most of the residents of Oceanside are either the young and hungry wannabes or the old and bitter never hasbeens. This eclectic community of people is small but it is welcoming to outsiders of all color and creed, providing they chip in any and all services they can provide to keep the neighbourhood afloat and out of the grubby hands of land developers and bigwigs who would want to demolish or sell this shelter of dreams for a tidy profit.

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You are a young person with big dreams and stars in their eyes. Perhaps you are a lifelong Los Anglian who has finally decided to chase their passion for music? Maybe you’re a good ol’ country boy looking to get picked up off the street to play for the Lakers? Or maybe you’re just a friend of a friend who drives them to their auditions only to be scouted yourself as the next big thing. Whatever the beginning of your story, the next chapter leads you to Oceanside and a group of friends that may or may not last a lifetime. Will you all reach the top or will some fall by the wayside? Will you stay true to yourself and your ideals? Or will you sell out for fame and glory?

LA is a place where dreams can turn to nightmares and the streets were built on the bones of failed celebrity. Can you make your dreams come true? Or are you just another hollywood story that no one has ever heard of?

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If you’ve made it this far congratulations! The short version of the above is that you’re character is a young person looking to make a name for themselves in 1980’s Los Angeles. They can aspire to be anything you want, actor, musician, dancer, something behind the scenes etc as long as it’s some sort of entertainment.

Our characters will all be fairly recent arrivals to Oceanside but will have been there long enough to have developed a few friendships and whatnot between one another (this will be done to avoid those long drawn out intro posts) and will all live in the same general area. If people want to be roommates or housemates, couples or family, that’s more than welcome as stuff like that always adds a good new layer to a story.

This is a sandbox style rp with a few surprises and scenarios thrown in by the GM. Progression of your character over time as they chase their dreams will be key to this rp, building a wealth of supporting players, environments and mythos will build up this 80’s universe and add realism to what we’re doing. The 1980’s was known for its excess so expect this rp to be 18+ with references to sex, drugs, mature themes and potentially triggering topics. If you are faint hearted, this may not be the story for you. That said this will not be smutty, in spite of its content so any non board appropriate scenes should be done in pm or faded to black.

As a fun little caveat, when choosing an FC, I ask that you use someone from the 80’s or 90’s just to give this rp even more of that retro feel.

So with all that said, anyone interested? If so sound off below and with enough interest I’ll add a character sheet and begin work on an OOC.

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

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Fuck

Sami’s eyes widen as Katie Callaghan rocks up into the BHHS parking lot. The history between AJ and Katie’s brother Jamie was well documented. Many considered the AJ and Jamie were THE couple of Beverly Hills High; a romance of legendary proportions that would reverberate throughout the halls of the crazy rich famous school for many years to come. At least that’s what they all thought. When the break up happened, an already existing sourness between AJ and Katie intensified.

Glancing over at his little brother; Sami wanted to say something but chose not to. He had found out fairly on that involving himself in AJ’s romantic life was nothing short of a cluster fuck so that was one area that Sami never stuck his nose. It was that sensibility that allowed the Latino to maintain a friendship with Katie during the saga of their respective siblings' ill fated relationship. ”Hey Katie, good to see you” He greeted her with a smile and a bow of his head. ”Glad to have you on board”

The roar of a further engine caught Sami’s attention as another car pulled up into the parking lot; this one containing the duo of Ava and Reyna. Sami’s relationship with Ava was one based on respect and sick one liner burns; usually directed towards AJ and his ilk. He had also made several attempts at teaching her to surf to varying degrees of success. Reyna on the other hand, their relationship was a little different. She was very much his female counterpart, if he was considered the father of the group of reprobates that was the Gearfits (and he was) she was the mother. They complimented each other beautifully and they were both of the school that their former Home Economics teacher Mrs Valerosa was trying to play some sort of matchmaker with them.

The sight and smell of pancakes brought a rare smile to Sami’s face. He swiftly made his way over to the food and planted a soft kiss on Reyna’s cheek. ”Oh Mami, what would we do without you” he grabbed a handful of pancake goodness and took a bite. It had been more than twenty four hours since he has eaten anything substantial and the sweet taste of the Señorita’s pancakes was pure orgasmic nectar of the gods.

Chris, Chloe and Ivy were the next to arrive and with a smile and a mouthful of food, Sami simply waved. Chris has been a godsend the last few weeks. After Sami had totalled his car and got arrested; the blow out with his old man was something to behold, it was probably the worst they had ever had and god bless his mother; she was long suffering and her baby boy didn’t make life easier for her as much as he wished to. That night Sami wound up on Chris’ couch (not an unusual thing) and he had been sleeping there ever since.

Following on from that trio was another one; the dude bro’s and Val, what a triple threat! Like the spitfire she was, Val immediately dragged AJ away from the group, no doubt to discuss the reason why Tyler had withheld who would be coming onto the trip from her. Sami loves Valeria but the Latino heat that burned in her heart was like a wildfire; once it started or would be terribly difficult to stop. Before he had even finished his pancake, Sami had to roll his eyes as Leon’s shirt disappeared. That’s one and it wasn’t even 8am yet.

Quickly; Emi and Josie arrived and as far as Sam was aware, these were the last two of the group that would be going on AJ fucking Tyler’s jolly boys outing. Polishing off his breakfast, the Wiccan boy moves over to the blonde and pink haired girls. ”God Emi, you pulling your best Sandy from Grease impression with that look. It’s badass, hermosa” Emilia was a sweet kid and she deserved a lot better than the shit she had dealt with in the last several months with that Brandon kid. Sami was still feeling the effects of that shit in his left hand after breaking Brandon’s perfectly square jaw. Josie was in a similar boat to Emilia; she had had her fair share of plates of shit. Sami’s father Hector had a saying “Life is just plates of shit and learning to like the taste” and Josie had eaten her plates like an all you can eat buffet. He took Josie’s hand and kissed it softly ”Heya Josie. New hair is gorgeous. Like always”

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

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02:07am

He could have left it alone.
He should have left it alone.
Sami just couldn’t help himself.

These guys were a heavy set; the few thousand he had just handed over was not enough for the Iron Tribe Motorcycle Club, they also needed their pound of flesh. Luckily for Sami, they had already claimed that from him a few hours before. One only had to look at his swiftly brushing face to see he had been in a scrap. There was no going to Emi’s Grandma’s for a repair job this time, he just had to take his lumps and deal with it. With payment now fulfilled the burly biker handed the Cuban a gun without a word and moved back into the shadows and his waiting Harley. Sami wipes some of the dried blood from under his eye and exhales deeply. It was a good job he was leaving in a few hours, now all he had to do was decide whether or not he was coming back.

Sami had left a note for Chris and his Mom; thanking them for the generosity and saying he would meet him at the parking lot like everyone else. He knew that his brother wouldn’t question it; it was Sami, the guy who was known for simply vanishing into the woods and coming back a week later with zero explanation given or asked for, that’s just the way it was. Grabbing his nearby luggage, teenage yoda stuffed the weapon into a side pocket and dragged his sore stocky frame deeper into the night.

A few hours later, there was but a hint of sunlight peering over the horizon and he found himself staring at the big red door of his parents “modest” homestead. There was this idea that Sami was secretly part of the elite of BHHS and that he just hid his money. Part of that was true, most of the Alejandro family money was kept in offshore accounts and were unseen by the tax man. The truth of the matter was that all that money belonged to his father. Any money Sami or his mother held was theirs and theirs alone, earned through hard work and an indomitable will. Both of his parents were asleep behind that door but dear old dad would be getting ready to start his day and the temptation to go in and put a bullet in his father's skull was not lost on him. Not only would it rid Sami of an abusive parent and his mother an abusive husband but it would rid the world of a criminal, of a detestable human being, of a poor excuse for a man.

The temptation was very real.

It was closer to meeting time and Sami had stopped off at a store to grab a few extra supplies, predominately the secret mixture to his infamous hangover cure as well a few craft beers (his favourite) some rum (for mojitos, obvi) and his daily Monster energy drinks. He might have been the only person in his little word that didn’t drink any kind of coffee. Whenever the crew was together in public, if you went around the table everyone had a coffee of some kind except for the little Latino kid at the end, he had a can. He didn’t even drink them for the caffeine anymore, now it was just a habit.

”Another run in with your old man Samuel?” Mrs Flores was a saving grace. In exchange for a few odd jobs being done at her house and around her store she often would allow Sam to use her spare room if ever he needed a break from his family and first dibs on her products. On this occasion it was her bathroom he needed to clean himself up before meeting his friends.

”That obvious?”

”That obvious” She smiles as she packed the last of his goodies into a bag and slid them across the counter. ”You be careful on this trip, mijo. The world can be a bad bad place”

Sami picked up the grocery bag and stuff it into his duffel. ”Don’t worry Mrs F, I’m a bad bad man”

Ace’s choice in music was always flawless, the suicide blonde just had a god or maybe devil gifted talent for knowing the right song for the right moment. Sami dropped her a congratulatory message as he entered the parking lot and saw AJ and Alek’s mid love-in.

”Can you two fuck on this trip and get it over with? Or at least announce your soul mate status on FB or something, dios mio” Sami quipped before taking off his headphones and sliding them down around his neck.

AJ had been the biggest pain in Sami’s ass since middle school but he was also the closest thing he had to a sibling. He hated and loved that beautiful boy. It was a shame he had to keep secrets from him. Those were the ones of the many he had that stung the most. As he walked closer to the duo, he gazed upon the RV and rooms swig from his drink.

”Well fuck me with a chainsaw, ain’t that a pretty bitch? and I ain’t talking about you Tyler”

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Havana pulled up to the beach in a non descript station wagon; a far cry from his usual Bentley. The sun was rising in the distance and only a few surf rats out to ride some early morning swells were hanging around, normally his son would be one of them; not today. He rolled down the window as bearded beast of a man rocked up to the drivers side window. ”As discussed” Hector handed an envelope to the man whose face contorted into a clown like, terrifying smile. ”Do you have a plan, Mr Hyde?”

”No” Mason Hyde shook his head and clicked his tongue. ”But that’s part of the fun. Don’t worry, I got you Havana. I got you”

Havana has been using Hyde for years but that never stopped him feeling a cold chill in his spine every time he met with the man, if he was a man at all. Sometimes Mason felt more like a caged animal that had been starved of flesh, just waiting for someone to reach their hand into his cell where he could very quickly and effortlessly rip their arm off. He was ticking time bomb waiting to go off but he was good at what he did and it just so happened that what he did wasn’t very nice.

Hector rolled up his window back up and drove off, leaving Mr Hyde laughing in the streets. ”God I love rich people, such fucking idiots...time to play”

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

MISFIT SAMI

_{Samuel Eduardo Alejandro}

18 • Male •Heterosexual

(FC:Christian Navarro; Dialogue: 5F722C)
♫ ”So there goes my life, passing by with every exit sign.
And it’s been so long, sometimes I wonder how I will stay strong.
No sleep tonight and I’ll keep on driving these dark highway lines” ♫

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► reputation

Sam is pretty much a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, adorned in a leather jacket with perfect hair. He likes his own company a lot of the time but he does wish to surround himself with friends. Sam is fiercely intelligent but does not apply himself to things he doesn’t care about…like math, fuck math. Cookery and cars however, now that is a different story. He loves to cook and he loves to fuck with cars, they are his passion.

He is the type of guy who likes to just hang back and let the world turn, only really stepping in when someone needs a helping hand. This generally leads to Sami getting himself involved in other people’s business because he just wants everyone to get along. If his ancient Cubano wisdom doesn’t work, he is prone to solving problems with his fists, something his long suffering mother despises and despite his lovely and generally polite demeanour, most people know not to cross Sami Alejandro in fear of a slap to the face.

Sam tries not to hide himself from other people but he tends to struggle to open up to anyone about anything personal. Instead he focuses his energies on helping others rather than helping himself. He feels he is tough enough to carry the weight of the world and not share the burden which gives him a world weariness almost beyond his years. Sam is the type of cat who will watch two people from afar and be wise enough to know that they are destined to love each other. He craves someone to love himself as he is a bit of a romantic at heart but his aloofness and private personality really put a stopper on anything passed a superficial level. Sam has a tendency to be blunt when dishing out his advice and it is not afraid to get confrontational when trying to help someone.

► noteworthy appearance traits

Awesome hair. Various tattoos which include stars behind his left ear. A pentagram on the back of his left hand, with a nature based sleeve up to his elbow, a wolf on his right tricep and a cross on his left pectoral. Usually a few fresh cuts and bruises

► favorite item

Meteorite Ring

► current dilemma

Sami’s recent run in with Johnny Law has put his future in jeopardy and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if college doesn’t work out

► warning

Sami is not “triggered” by much but the mere mention of his old man makes his blood boil

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► quirks

• Tapping his fingers rhythmically
• Mumbling in Spanish when frustrated
• Playing a song on his phone that matches every situation

► hobbies

• Cooking
• Surfing
• Black Magic
• Hiking
• Playstation

► dreams

To survive any way he can and live to his next birthday, that’s his day to day. Overall, maybe start his own food spot? He hasn’t really figured it out yet.

► fears

Sam fears above all else losing control. In his eyes, losing your mind is losing yourself. if you can’t be you, what’s the point of it all?

► likes/dislikes

✔Cooking
✔ Energy Drinks (Possible Addict)
✔ Defying Expectations
✖ Social Media
✖ Cigarettes
✖ Carrots

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► occupation

Cuban Yoda

Camp Chef

► family

• - Father - Owner of Havana Motor Emporium and overall psychopath. Has ties to some criminal enterprises. FC: Mark Consuelos
• - Mother - she works at a local hospital as a administrator. FC: Penolope Cruz

► brief history

How the Alejandro family made its way from the Cuba to Santa Monica is anyone’s guess. It’s something they don’t talk about. All that is known is that Carla Alejandro turned up in LA with a baby about eighteen years ago and just never left. Her husband didn’t join them for six years. A few nice locals helped out Carla and her child by giving her work and shelter until she could afford her own place. Seeing his mother toil to keep a roof over their heads helped instil in Sami are drive to work as hard as he could to help others like he had been helped. Whilst other kids were out playing games, Sam was working the paper-route or cutting grass and cleaning gutters; anything for that extra dollar to see them get to the next day. This hadn’t stopped him however from making a few close friends. When his father came back into the picture with cash in his pocket and an idea in his head, everything changed. Where as Sam and his mother were considered decent folk, Hector Alejandro was thought of as someone you just didn’t trust.

None of his classmates ever looked at him any different than they should’ve, as far as they were concerned Sam was just like them and for the most part he was. However; he was the kid from the wrong side of the tracks and he was a Latino with a fiery temper, my how the stereotypes mounted for young Sami and it left a bitter taste in his mouth and a chip on his shoulder. He did not let this deter him however and for the most part he grew up into pretty well rounded and well-adjusted young man that most people tended to like. The major issue for Sami was letting people in. There was and always has been a seemingly impenetrable wall around the young man. Many have sat and just watched him drift in and out of his own world, wondering what thoughts were racing behind his eyes. It became apparent that if someone had a problem, Sami would be the first one to help you out. When Sami has a problem? He would deny it and tell you he doesn’t, he’s fine, don’t worry about him. He can handle it. His self isolation is somewhat worrying and only adds to the mystery of Sami Alejandro.

Sami never really was one for trouble. He buckled down and earned great grades, showing off quite a high IQ in spite of his somewhat stunted upbringing. He even found time to tutor for a while (and still does occasionally). He adores surfing, fixing cars and most importantly cooking. When not hanging with his crew, Sam can be found in the kitchen coming up with new recipes, not all of which work but he tries. He is also interested in black magic though not for what you think; he enjoys the history of it all and focuses more on being one with nature rather than worshipping the devil.

Often, Sami has the tendency to disappear. One evening he will just pack a bag and head up a mountain or to the beach and stay there for days just to clear his head. His mother has come to terms with this but it doesn’t stop her worrying. His father doesn’t really care that much.

When Sami was sixteen, his father gifted him with a red mustang which became his prized possession...at least until a week before graduation when he totalled the thing with a small amount of alcohol in his system. Needless to say, dear old dad was pissed and couldn’t wait to tear Sami a new one. Sam responded in kind by head butting his father and crashing on a friend's couch for the next week.

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► extra information

- Sami does not have social media.
-The Police - Don’t Stand So Close to Me cos its a bloody banger of a classic

Contacts

AJ

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. . AJ fucking Tyler is the little brother I never asked for, wanted or needed yet here I am somehow stuck with him. He’s a good guy, somewhere behind those sunglasses at least. He’s mad, bad and dangerous to know, hence why I spend most of my time pulling his ass out of fires...and you know what? I can’t imagine it any other way. I found out that our fathers are in “business” together recently and you know I ain’t talking the legal kind. I don’t think he knows and I don’t know if I should tell him, he’s fragile you know?

Aleks

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Ava

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. . You know those two old dudes from the Muppets? You know the sassy snarky ones on the theatre balcony? Yeah that’s Ava and I on a good day. Usually before I have to start breaking heads, I’ll stand next to Ava and we’ll get a few sick one liners in. Beneath the venomous exterior, there is legitimately a soft heart. She really cares about her friends, not that you’d know from the barbs she spits. She likes her sports and quite a few times I’ve tried getting her to surf (with varying degrees of success) depending on her mood. Do with that what you will.

Chloe

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. . Chloé is a babe in multiple meanings of that word. She’s hot as hell but she’s also deceptively sweet, like chilli! I ain’t no social media guy so that shit she does with that, not my deal. To each their own. It’s the girl who comes along on my hikes into butt fuck nowhere and gets lost, her I like (even when she’s taking a selfie and I’m trying to find out way home). When she’s out there with me, I see what’s behind the glam and like the rest of us, she’s a little broken inside.

Chris

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. . My bash brother! Chris is my tag team partner when it comes to dealing with the fallout of whatever shit the Gearheads and the Misfits have going on this week. If our words can’t solve it, our fists can and Chris is always the first in the trenches with me. I trust him most out of anyone, he knows some of my shit but not all, nobody does. He’s chill, he likes cars and his mami has mall kinds of good treats in her kitchen. What’s not to like about this beautiful leather clad man?

Emilia

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. . Emi is a sweetheart, someone bless her she’s had rough go lately though. I feel like Emilia more than anyone is one in this group that needs a helping hand. She’s so sensitive. I’m doing my best and so is everyone else and we’re not doing it because we have to; Emi is just that sweet. You just have to look at her and you melt. Her grandma is a babe too, she used to fix some of my war wounds after a few scrapes. She may have to do that again depending on what happens on this trip.

Ivy

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. . Bitch stole my ride! Seriously it’s like the universe wouldn’t allow two people in the same gang to drive the same car so it decided to junk mine! Other than that fact, I love Ivy. You can actually have a legitimate intellectual conversation with her, not that I’m an intellectual mind you. She’s got a lot of shit that people don’t know and I’m honoured that she trusts me enough to let me in. Plus I know if I blabbed she could kick my ass

Josephine

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. . Josie (sans pussycats, I’m hilarious) is like honey, sweet, messy and irresistible. Before that shit with her pops, I knew her to say hey, we ran in different circles but after that I saw her, probably properly for the first time, alone on the bleachers and I couldn’t help it; I love idiots, craft ale and broken things; I had to help. Now here we are, I introduced her to my world and she’s taking a bit of a liking to it. I hope this trip will help her like she needs it to, god knows what will happen if it doesn’t.

Katie

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. . “I consider myself lucky to have been a bystander in the entire AJ/Jamie debacle mostly because it meant I didn’t suffer the wrath of one Katie Callaghan. That whole thing was...well it was what it was. I ain’t never had a crossed word with KC; in fact we’ve even hiked a few of the trails together, sans AJ of course. When up there in the middle of nowhere, she opens up, tells me shit. What happens on the mountain stays on the mountain and I ain’t sharing her deal unless she tells me to. Solid girl, she’s hard and she knows it.

Leon

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. . If you gave a Golden Retriever abs and a lifelong subscription to Bob Ross, that’s basically Leon. He’s not what most people think, the stereotypical jock type; there’s an old soul underneath that body of marble that’s just waiting to be let out. I saw that from a mile away and you know me; can’t resist a challenge. So now Leon is here with the misfits, not with a basketball but with pencil, paper and a lack of t-shirts. Seriously; homie can’t find shit that fits?

Nate

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. . I swear, if I find Nate listening to Boyz II Men one more time I will slap his stupid perfect face. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the dulcet tones of Nathan, Shawn, Wanya and Michael as much as the next person but there’s only so many times that I can listen to “End of the Road” and listen to Nate cry about whatever girl drama he’s having this week. I love the boy to death though, he’s my brother and I’d do anything for him.

Reyna

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. . The Mami to my Papi; first time I properly saw Reyna was in home ec when Mrs Valaroso places is next to each other. I’m a hot blooded Latino man, so of course my initial reaction was “Dios mío, esa mujer está bien” (Good God that woman is fine). It didn’t take long for us to get chatting and after a while we discovered a lot in common, like hiking, cooking and our mutual friends. Reyna has this something about her that just makes me happy when she’s around. Not that I’m not always happy, like I don’t know it, or smile, like at all but Rey helps with that. Not sure why, she’s just got that IT you know? My fajitas are still better though.

Val

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. . If I was going to name a band in Val’s honour, it would be the Pretty Reckless. When I got to BHHS, I was an outsider right from the off and spent most of the first few weeks by myself. It wasn’t until one day, I was walking through the parking lot and Val was trying to fight off some juiced up footballers. Needless to say my foot found their asses very quickly and Val became my sister for life. She doesn’t need me to fight her battles but I often find myself doing so. Girl is a different kind of crazy but I love her all the same.

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

MISFIT SAMI

_{Samuel Eduardo Alejandro}

18 • Male •Heterosexual

(FC:Christian Navarro; Dialogue: 5F722C)
♫ ”So there goes my life, passing by with every exit sign.
And it’s been so long, sometimes I wonder how I will stay strong.
No sleep tonight and I’ll keep on driving these dark highway lines” ♫

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► reputation

Sam is pretty much a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, adorned in a leather jacket with perfect hair. He likes his own company a lot of the time but he does wish to surround himself with friends. Sam is fiercely intelligent but does not apply himself to things he doesn’t care about…like math, fuck math. Cookery and cars however, now that is a different story. He loves to cook and he loves to fuck with cars, they are his passion.

He is the type of guy who likes to just hang back and let the world turn, only really stepping in when someone needs a helping hand. This generally leads to Sami getting himself involved in other people’s business because he just wants everyone to get along. If his ancient Cubano wisdom doesn’t work, he is prone to solving problems with his fists, something his long suffering mother despises and despite his lovely and generally polite demeanour, most people know not to cross Sami Alejandro in fear of a slap to the face.

Sam tries not to hide himself from other people but he tends to struggle to open up to anyone about anything personal. Instead he focuses his energies on helping others rather than helping himself. He feels he is tough enough to carry the weight of the world and not share the burden which gives him a world weariness almost beyond his years. Sam is the type of cat who will watch two people from afar and be wise enough to know that they are destined to love each other. He craves someone to love himself as he is a bit of a romantic at heart but his aloofness and private personality really put a stopper on anything passed a superficial level. Sam has a tendency to be blunt when dishing out his advice and it is not afraid to get confrontational when trying to help someone.

► noteworthy appearance traits

Awesome hair. Various tattoos which include stars behind his left ear. A pentagram on the back of his left hand, a wolf on his right tricep and a cross on his left pectoral. Usually a few fresh cuts and bruises

► favorite item

Meteorite Ring

► current dilemma

Sami’s recent run in with Johnny Law has put his future in jeopardy and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if college doesn’t work out

► warning

Sami is not “triggered” by much but the mere mention of his old man makes his blood boil

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► quirks

• Tapping his fingers rhythmically
• Mumbling in Spanish when frustrated
• Playing a song on his phone that matches every situation

► hobbies

• Cooking
• Surfing
• Black Magic
• Hiking
• Playstation

► dreams

To survive any way he can and live to his next birthday, that’s his day to day. Overall, maybe start his own food spot? He hasn’t really figured it out yet.

► fears

Sam fears above all else losing control. In his eyes, losing your mind is losing yourself. if you can’t be you, what’s the point of it all?

► likes/dislikes

✔Cooking
✔ Energy Drinks (Possible Addict)
✔ Defying Expectations
✖ Social Media
✖ Cigarettes
✖ Carrots

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► occupation

Cuban Yoda

Camp Chef

► family

• Hector “Havana” Alejandro - Father - Owner of Havana Motor Emporium and overall psychopath. Has ties to some criminal enterprises. FC: Mark Consuelos
• Carla Alejandro - Mother - she works at a local hospital as a administrator. FC: Penolope Cruz

► brief history

How the Alejandro family made its way from the Cuba to Santa Monica is anyone’s guess. It’s something they don’t talk about. All that is known is that Carla Alejandro turned up in LA with a baby about eighteen years ago and just never left. Her husband didn’t join them for six years. A few nice locals helped out Carla and her child by giving her work and shelter until she could afford her own place. Seeing his mother toil to keep a roof over their heads helped instil in Sami are drive to work as hard as he could to help others like he had been helped. Whilst other kids were out playing games, Sam was working the paper-route or cutting grass and cleaning gutters; anything for that extra dollar to see them get to the next day. This hadn’t stopped him however from making a few close friends. When his father came back into the picture with cash in his pocket and an idea in his head, everything changed. Where as Sam and his mother were considered decent folk, Hector Alejandro was thought of as someone you just didn’t trust.

None of his classmates ever looked at him any different than they should’ve, as far as they were concerned Sam was just like them and for the most part he was. However; he was the kid from the wrong side of the tracks and he was a Latino with a fiery temper, my how the stereotypes mounted for young Sami and it left a bitter taste in his mouth and a chip on his shoulder. He did not let this deter him however and for the most part he grew up into pretty well rounded and well-adjusted young man that most people tended to like. The major issue for Sami was letting people in. There was and always has been a seemingly impenetrable wall around the young man. Many have sat and just watched him drift in and out of his own world, wondering what thoughts were racing behind his eyes. It became apparent that if someone had a problem, Sami would be the first one to help you out. When Sami has a problem? He would deny it and tell you he doesn’t, he’s fine, don’t worry about him. He can handle it. His self isolation is somewhat worrying and only adds to the mystery of Sami Alejandro.

Sami never really was one for trouble. He buckled down and earned great grades, showing off quite a high IQ in spite of his somewhat stunted upbringing. He even found time to tutor for a while (and still does occasionally). He adores surfing, fixing cars and most importantly cooking. When not hanging with his crew, Sam can be found in the kitchen coming up with new recipes, not all of which work but he tries. He is also interested in black magic though not for what you think; he enjoys the history of it all and focuses more on being one with nature rather than worshipping the devil.

Often, Sami has the tendency to disappear. One evening he will just pack a bag and head up a mountain or to the beach and stay there for days just to clear his head. His mother has come to terms with this but it doesn’t stop her worrying. His father doesn’t really care that much.

When Sami was sixteen, his father gifted him with a red mustang which became his prized possession...at least until a week before graduation when he totalled the thing with a small amount of alcohol in his system. Needless to say, dear old dad was pissed and couldn’t wait to tear Sami a new one. Sam responded in kind by head butting his father and crashing on a friend's couch for the next week.

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► extra information

The Police - Don’t Stand So Close to Me cos its a bloody banger of a classic

REBOOT COMING SOON. INVITE ONLY.

Amendments to Sami made. Less of a fighter and broody, now more a nature loving wannabe chef!

REBOOT COMING SOON. INVITE ONLY.

I’ll be re-using Sami with a few minor alterations me thinks

REBOOT COMING SOON. INVITE ONLY.

I’m down of course

Rosefell High.

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”it’s a thin line ‘tween heaven and here”

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There was a distinct voice in DeShawn’s head screaming at him that he shouldn’t be at this party. As he stood by the drinks table, taking a sip from the first beer to touch his lips in god knows how long, he looked around at his beautiful peers. This was their world and he was just existing in it for the time being until he graduated. Tyra Washington was a bit of a babe, she was fun and she was staring, albeit subtly. Dee didn’t mind and smiled to himself as he watched her leave to join a group that had amassed across the way. ”Another time, girl”

Columbus was not Baltimore. Parties there were terribly different. It wasn’t about who hooked up with who or who was hitting the blunts a little bit too hard. It was more about what corner X-Boy got shot up on and celebrating what would’ve been his sixteenth birthday. It was about someone’s long forgotten brother getting out of the joint and people feigning remembrance by throwing them a welcome back party. This shit that was going on before him was definitely more tame in comparison.

Dee’s mind took him back to the mean streets of West Baltimore for a moment as he reflected on the fact that most of the boys in his old crew would likely be dead before they even got to graduate. The kids that partied around him, some of them he had managed to become friends with in the short time of his being there but he stood envious of them. They had no idea how easy life had been for them up until that point. He knew these weren’t rich kids in the slightest, Rosefell was known as an island for the misfits but none of those misfits had even the slightest notion of life on the killing streets, where every new step meant breaking the back of dead soldiers.

As a thread of anxiety began to rise up from his stomach, the full ball back for Rosefell High swiftly scanned the party for any kind of welcome distraction. When he wasn’t training or playing, DeShawn had a lot of shit in his head that he didn’t let out. Through flickering embers and flame, the big man saw a wisp of familiar blonde hair; Melissa Elliott. She had essentially been his welcoming committee when he arrived at Rosefell. It didn’t take long for her to sink her claws into him either, not that he resisted, shorty was fine as hell. Problem was there was just way too much drama with her, shame because beneath the glamor, she wasn’t half bad.

Moving towards the Queen of Thorns, DeShawn looked up at her makeshift throne with a smile. ”It’s a thin line ‘tween heaven and here, so what’s an angel like you doing up there all alone when you can be down here with me?”

Rosefell High.

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”...a quiet soul…”

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”MAKE IT, D. MAKE IT!!”

The pain in his chest was strong as it tried to force what little breath he had left in his lungs out of his body. With a slam of his body against the makeshift pine wall, DeShawn slumped to his knees and watched the sweat drip from his head and bare torso onto the floor. Behind his Uncle Denzel’s house was a disused industrial complex and Dee had took the time to mould the debris and the vast urban decay into his own personal gym. As much as he enjoyed his team practices on the football field, the solitude of what was once Jolly Textiles was just too much to ignore.

It was all about stamina tonight. Suicide drives, got to love them. The part of the wasteland he had claimed as his new personal gym was just off the beaten path, close enough to the house for him to see it but far away enough so that he wouldn’t be disturbed. Dee’s workout regimen was extreme to say the least but he was built for it, not many other people were, that was one of the reasons he preferred to do it alone, no one else could keep up. He was happy with his progress physically. Now all he had to do was sort out the rest of his life, that was different fight entirely. As the sweat pooled beneath him, DeShawn let out a satisfied gasp of air. Barely a ripple in the vast ocean before him. They were stardust lost in space and he was only a fragment….shit all Dee knew was that he didn’t want to go back to West Baltimore.

The first week of his last year of high school was nothing short of boring. As was his usual style, Dee had kept himself to himself and was not at all interested in getting involved in the drama of Rosefell High. A quiet soul; he was there to play football, get recruited and make something of himself and he would do that even if it killed him. Dee had found a home with the Rosefell Knights, though transferring in late in the football season last year meant he couldn’t help them get to State. That said, it was a brand new year and he was now there right from the start. The Knights were going all the way with him in the team, he would make them shine and in turn, they would help him get a scholarship, that was really his only option to get out of this thing alive.

Once but an ounce of his great strength had returned, DeShawn pulled himself to his feet and began to drag his heavy form back towards his uncle's house. Entering through the back door, he kept quiet as he made his way through the house and up to the bathroom to clean the stench of sweat and garbage from his body. The piping hot water of the powerful shower made a lot of headway in soothing his aching muscles. After cleaning himself up, DeShawn changed into his party clothes. All summer, Dee had followed a strict code of conduct; if he trained as hard as he possibly could all week, he’d allow himself the weekend to let loose and relax. Normally this would mean a few video games at a fellow Knights or perhaps a rough and tumble with one of the fine females of Rosefell but tonight it meant going and getting shitfaced by a lake...there were worse ways to chill.

Making his way back down the stairs, he glanced over to the dining room where his uncle had fallen asleep on the table, a common occurrence. Uncle Denzel didn’t sleep a lot, a habit left over from his time in the army. He felt more comfortable sleeping on the floor or some other hard surface rather than his own bed. A small smile crept across Dee’s face as he watched a small string of drool fall from Denzel’s mouth and onto the history paper of a middle schooler. DeShawn pressed two fingers to his lips and then pointed them towards his guardian.

”Love you Unc”

As the synthwave permeated around his old Jeep Wrangler through his recently installed surround sound speakers, Dee took a few minutes to compose himself. He certainly wasn’t the worse in a social situation such as this but he he most definitely wasn’t the best. Large groups sometimes tended to give him anxiety. At least on the gridiron all he had to do was listen. He pulled up to the lake and parked the jeep just off the beaten path. He didn’t mind leaving his car this far out so he could have a drink, he’d just pick it up the next day. Walking up the party, his massive frame could’ve blocked out the bonfire that had amassed if he had so desired. He moved over to the drinks table and picked up a tasty tasty beverage, part of him was hoping that he could just blend in to the dark and just enjoy his evening but he knew that being six foot two and two hundred plus pounds of chocolate football player, that would not happen. It was just a question of who got to him first;

Friend or Fan?