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In Rosefell High. → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



A @BrutalBx & @KatKook Collab


Enrique could not take his eyes off of Ellie; the way she was moving, the way she looked, she was as perfect as she could have been and it made him loathe himself even more. He wanted to lose himself even more. It wasn’t until he felt Jo’s hand on his forearm that he was able to snap out of his daze and acknowledge her with a look.

Hop on the mic? Is that what she just said? Rico would be lying if he said the thought hadn’t crossed his mind when he first arrived. The DJ was good and he was throwing out some great tunes but in his experience there was nothing like a live act. From both sides of the stage, on and off there was a raw connection that could only be felt when performing and being performed to. One could reach out and touch the world and the world could hold your hand back through the medium of love music.

There were few people who understood this in Rico’s bubble but Jo was one of those few. They had shared a stage and a mic many times during the summer and he had even coached her a little. The girl had talent but just needed someone to push her in the right direction, luckily or perhaps unluckily for her, Enrique was just that sort of bastard.

”Oye, JoJo. You wanna play on that stage? We can make that happen, mi estrella” Rico did his best to clear the cobwebs in his mind formed by his indulgence in cocaine and booze before carrying on. ”I’d say make yourself look pretty but you’re already looking diez perfecto. Go sweet talk the DJ, think about what you want to sing and I’ll go find a guitar. Sound good?”

Seeing that look on Rico’s face after suggesting such a thing made Jo’s face light up, she knew he was on board before she even asked, but of course, being Jo, she had to ask. Rico then started to explain his plan, and Jo could not help but smile.

"Pretty? Yeah! With my totally existent femine charm." Said Jo, she knew she was not exactly the most girly of girls, especially being part of the main roster of the women’s basketball team. "But hey! I’ll give it my best shot, you go on and find that guitar." She said practically shooing him off.

She fixed her hair, and tried to keep her drunkenness from affecting what she was going to say but she knew it was not exactly easy. She quickly fixed up as much as she could and went over to the DJ. She looked the man on the turntables up and down and started with.

"Hey! You’re doing a great job!" What the fuck was she saying at this point? Great job? What is she, this guy’s mom? "I mean… I… I like the way your hands move on those spinny thingies- turntables." Alright, maybe she is hammered.

As this weird interaction goes on, she sure hopes that Rico is doing a better job than her.

As Jo headed off on her mission, Rico let out a great sigh. He had to get Ellie out of his head and music was probably the healthiest escape route he had. He darted through the crowd of drunk teens, doing his best to avoid meeting eyes with his ex. He wound up somehow upstairs; moving from room to room doing his utmost in his current state of mind not to trash every inch of them whilst he hunted for a six string.

He didn’t know much of their host Christian as the guy was a Liberty but from what little rumours he had heard, the kid was into music, which meant that there had to be a guitar somewhere in this McMansion. As he began to feel that his journey was fruitless, Enrique found one more room he had yet to destroy and sure enough, there they were; multiple, beautiful, sleek axes of varying types.

”Fuck yeah”

Now came the hard part of deciding which guitar he would steal. It would hinge on what type of songs Jo would want to sing. He thought back to their summer duets. Her voice was quite soft but there was a power to it, there was soul. Electric guitar was definitely not the way to go. He grabbed a gorgeous looking piece and slung it over his back. Time to do work. He began to hurry down the stairs when he noticed Jo at the DJ decks.

”JO! I GOT ONE!”

"-I know, hey, just hand me a few mics okay?" She said, giving the guy a few pats on his hand before she turned to Rico. She saw him holding the guitar and she quickly made her way over to him. She looked at the guitar and thought about what they could do for a second.

"So… What do you have in mind? You wanna do Bailando or something?" She asked, she was pretty much down to sing anything as long as it was tasteful of course.

It was not lost on him that he shared a name, a vocation and a passing resemblance with one Enrique Iglesias and he had heard pretty much every joke that could be made when he moved to Ohio seven years ago. It was also not a rare thing for people to request he sing the famous Latin idols songs. Hell a lot of the time he did for the lolz and tonight would be no different. If that’s what Jo wanted, then that’s what she would get.

Rico tuned the guitar he was holding. Finding the right sound was a difficult task. Ask any of his friends that would watch home zone out mid conversation as he worked on getting the strum just right. He looked up at Jo and did his best to stop his eyes from watering. ”If you wanna do Enrique then I say let’s take it old school. You know Escape? I can do that acoustic and alternate the Spanish, get the DJ to add a few beats too. Could be sick”

Joanne nodded at Rico before gesturing with her head to follow her, she made her way to the DJ station and told him to hop on the stage next to it. She called for the DJ to help her set up everything, and he obliged surprisingly enough, was Jo supposed to pay him extra for this? She has about… 6 dollars. Hopefully he was not the type.

As soon as the mics were set up Jo looked at Rico and nodded at him, she looked through the crowd to see Sam sat there, she could not be more thankful that people like her are staying for her antics. She tapped the mic a few times which definitely caught the attention of some people. She blinked as soon as eyes were now on her and she took a deep breath before speaking.

"Didn’t really plan this but whatever right?" She looked deep into the crowd until her eyes met Sam’s, "This one’s for you." She said in a deeper voice than usual. She looked at Rico, waiting for his cue to start.

”Make sure you move, mami. This ain’t a song for standing still”

Rico made the sign of the cross as he did before every performance and took a deep breath as he began to pluck at the strings of the guitar. In a strange way, being on a stage was a sobering experience. He had lost count of the times he had been performing and was probably six drinks and four lines deep when he started only to feel sober by the end. It was likely the electricity that coursed through his veins whenever he got to do anything like this. On the floor, Enrique was a mess, on a stage, Rico was at home.

He leaned into the microphone that he was now sharing with Joanne and smiled at her. He had been pushing her for weeks to get out of her comfort zone and this was it. This was the time.

”Here's how it goes, you and me, up and down
But maybe this time we'll get it right, worth the fight
'Cause love is something you can't shake
When it breaks
All it takes is some trying”

The base then hit, the DJ even made it sound better than it originally was, which was a little feat by itself because how often can you improve Enrique Iglesias. Jo’s foot was tapping when it started and when it was her turn she was bouncing like she was the most excited person on earth, one hand locked on the mic while the other was dancing along to the beat.

"If you feel like leaving
I'm not gonna beg you to stay
But soon you'll be finding
You can run, you can hide
But you can't escape my love
You can run, you can hide
But you can't escape my love"

”Hoy, si te vas, ya verás
Que no es tan fácil olvidar
Sabe bien, sabe mal
Como sea, pero es tan real
Que al final
Lo demás no te importa, no, no, yeah”

With a switch to Spanish, Enrique heard a select group of young ladies (and men) drop a collective squeal. It was arguably the move over thing he ever did on stage whenever he jumped to his native tongue. For some reason it drove people wild.

The crowd was obviously getting into it; the flowing mind altering chemicals probably helped but who was he to judge? He glanced over towards Joanne and it was like he could see the music flowing through her body as she moved in rhythm. She was like him, even if she didn’t know it, she belonged up here. The spotlight was meant to be hers. He looked out towards the crowd of dancing teens and began to play a little faster, doing what he could with his feet and hips to dance as he strummed away. Locking eyes with the brunette in the middle of the room, his heart began to pump blood around his body at an incredible rate as he remembered playing this song to her multiple times. Subconsciously, maybe that’s why he was playing it now; for her.

As Jo sang her heart out, she saw in the corner of her eye that she was not the only one singing for someone in the crowd. That was something they shared, that and their love for performing and singing.

"That felt amazing!" She said to Rico as the song ended, Jo gave Rico a little hug and was too ecstatic to not thank the crowd, "Hope you guys like that! My name’s Joanne- Jo Lynn, this was Rico Nunez! Have a good night everyone!" she exclaimed, albeit she was a little out of breath since she usually performed songs not as energetic as what she had just done but it was a great change of pace. She turned to Rico and nodded at him, "Let’s do this again yeah?"

She then hopped off the stage and made her way through the crowd making her way back to Samantha. As she went through the crowd, people started complimenting her and it really felt great, hopefully Sam loved it as much as she loved doing it.

”You shone bright Estrellita” Rico took a final bow to the crowd before jumping down from the stage himself and allowing the DJ to get back to work. He made his way down through the crowd of congratulatory people but there was only one person whose opinion he cares about and his eyes hidden left her since the moment he got on stage.
In Rosefell High. → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Fuck Rico

He had heard those words so many times. Some of those times were half hearted attempts to annoy him or said in jest; other times it was purely malice and he did his best to hide the affects. For someone who wore his emotions on his sleeve, Rico also knew how to hide them well.

Fuck Rico

This time it wasn’t Spike saying it. This time it wasn’t some guy whose girl he’s accidentally on purpose hit on. This time, it wasn’t Ellie...he was saying it to himself.

Every beat hit his heart like a shotgun blast.

The rhythm was seeping into his pores and pulsating down his body in a shockwave; forcing it to move to the sound like only he could. He was feeling supersonic.

The LSD was kicking in and your boi Freako was about to put on one hell of a show.

Emerging from the bathroom a damn sight better than how he entered it; Rico made his way back into the party which was even more crowded than how he had left it. That however would not stop him from doing what he does best and getting his party on. The mishap with Billie had all but encouraged him to forget what troubles befell his heart and just let loose. Ellie would never have him back and he hadn’t properly dealt with his emotions since their breakup and the first party of a new school year was no place to soul search. It was only a place to get totally fucked up.

“Suave en la casa, bebé”

Scanning the room, he noted his Libertine tourist Jackson Park entering the party with a dynamite looking girl who looked like she was custom made in a doll factory to near perfection, he had heard the name Miki thrown around and from what he could tell, she was the Melissa of Liberty. Jackson did call himself the king after all so maybe this was his Queen.

Running through the crowd, Enrique jumped up and planted a huge kiss on Jackson’s cheek. ”JP, my man!” He applauded his new found friends choice in companion. His fingers danced in the air as the troubadour didn’t really know what to do with all the energy he had. He turned to Miki and smiled at her. ”Rico. The pleasure is absolutely all mine, mi amor” He winked towards the porcelain skinned goddess before turning back to the tall boy. ”Come find me later, brother man and we’ll do shots. Hail to the king baby!”

Grabbing a drink from some random person nearby whom he didn’t recognise, Rico downed it in one before leaving Jackson and Miki in his wake. He danced further into the party, catching sight of one Stephanie Cross. The girl was straight fire and everyone knew better than to play with her lest they be burned. Yet Freako wasn’t just anyone and Colin probably wouldn’t give a fuck because he was too busy trying to lay with her Royal Heiness.

Making his way over to the lonesome Spice, the Latino took her hand and kissed it gently.

”Oye nena, el mundo se detuvo porque acabas de entrar. Why don’t you come with me to the dance floor and we show these preppies how we do Rosefell style?”

Stephanie couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She wasn’t exactly a stranger to the attempts at seduction throughout the years of one of Colin’s best friends, but she had always been quick at turning him down. The raven-haired girl had a type, and Rico was certainly a far cry from it. But her only goal tonight was to make Colin jealous while having lots of fun in the process. Provocatively dancing with his best friend was a fantastic start, right?

Spice certainly thought so.

“Let’s get ‘em, guapo,” she smirked, taking his hand and guiding him to the dance floor.

Rico pulled Spice close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck; his hands tracing them downward and onto her back and further to her waist. She moved seductively between his fingertips as with every beat from the music around them, their bodies would become more entwined. Watching the two as they danced the night away was deeply sexual despite their lack of romantic spark. It was two fires meeting to create a blazing inferno; one ember seeking to burn and the other to illuminate...which one was which was yet to truly be decided.

He span her gracefully and she matched his every movement. Arms wrapped around her waist from behind; Enrique considered That dance with Stephanie was somewhat taboo given that she was kind of sort of maybe with Colin but would the Gallagher boy do anything different were he in Enrique’s suede shoes? He doubted it.

”It’s a shame Colin is too busy with Melissa” He inhaled her scent as his hand reached towards her leg and touched the soft skin. ”To waste you tonight when you look like this is a crying shame”

Raising his head up, the lover boy caught sight of a different kind of fire and his attention was immediately transported there. A tall red haired girl he had never seen before entered the kitchen and he was mesmerised. His eyes were beginning to feel heavy and the sweat was becoming thicker across his brow. It was most likely the drugs but he couldn’t be sure. He needed a drink to cool off. ”Excuse me, mami. Have a nice night” Pressing a gentle kiss to Stephanie’s cheek, Rico left her in the center dance floor, alone.

After his briefest of dalliances with El Picante, Enrique followed the wisp of sun kissed orange hair to the next room in his wayward path which was the kitchen; the main hub of any good party. It was crowded, of course it was but like any good star should he knew how to stand out in the crowd and so too did a blonde and the redhead he followed in here downing shots at a nearby table. Licking his lips like a dog salivating for a snack; Freako began to salsa on the spot. Even as the drugs took further grip on his sanity the boy had more rhythm in his left pinky than most did in their entire body.

Before he could reach the bevy of beauties; he was struck by a force that almost knocked him to the floor. Composing himself as much as the spinning room would allowed; Rico looked up to match eyes with a massively built young man with hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair. By the look on the human barricades face; he was pissed off for some reason or another and Freako thought he knew better than to engage a lion that was so very obviously desperate to be let out of its cage.

”Mierda, you’re a big boy ain’t you?”

Theo smiled softly before bursting into laughter. He put the case of beer he was carrying down and wrapped himself around the mariachi in a bear hug as if greeting an old friend. He began to squeeze hard, then a little harder and then just a little bit more which was when Rico realised this wasn’t what it looked like. The air began to leave his lungs and the pressure on his ribs and spine was indescribable. Confusion and fear began to drift into his soul as the thicker boy moved his head to the side of his victim and his into it with pure venom.

”One warning ese, keep your dirty cholo hands away from me or I’ll break you in two and throw the pieces back over the fucking wall where you belong” The boy released his grip and allowed a rush of air to return to Rico’s body. He patted the latino’s arm with a big hearty smile plastered on an incredibly smug looking face. ”Enjoy the party buddy” He laughed again before grabbing his beer and moving passed Enrique, leaving him in a puddle of insecurity.

Immediately following the encounter with Theo, he returned to the privacy of the downstairs bathroom, this time to do a few lines of coke. Thank God Colin came in with the supplies or this would’ve been a really long bad night for Rico. He was almost certain that the obvious Liberty brute had probably broken a rib or two of his during their bro-down. The blow was good to ease some of the pain that was slowly rising in his torso which would allow him to carry on doing his thing. Sure it wasn’t the safest choice but who cared?

It was only Rico after all.

Leaving the relative safety of the bathroom once again, Enrique stopped in his tracks. There she was, the source of his agony but also the source of his joy. She looked good, damn good and she was...enjoying herself? He had spent months trying to get her to attend these types of parties but work came first. Fuck. How could she be here and how could she look so damn perfect. The lord was testing him.

This was the girl he named a storm after.
In Rosefell High. → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




”Love you too, sweet pea!”

The Franchise called back as Raven brushed passed with a solo finger directed towards his face.

If there was ever a variable in the great equation that Theo was trying to solve it was Raven. There were days where he regretted getting involved with her; not because of anything he did of course but more so just because of how unpredictable she could be. There was always a chance that she could tarnish the immaculate image he had crafted for himself with a but a small word from her crazy mouth. Lucky for him though, TVC had certain ways around that. He was a gentlemen of course so he always warned them all from the beginning, there was an invisible sign hanging above his head, don’t fuck with him and he won’t fuck you. If Raven tried, it wouldn’t end well for her.

It was a simple transaction; the minute Theo found out that Raven’s family had political ties he was there. One must know every aspect of the game of their want to win and this was a perfect Avenue for him to do so. It helped that she was just so easily played; a little girl desperately seeking validation through her relationship because daddy didn’t love her enough. One sweet word here, a gentle touch of her cheek there; for Theo, Raven wasn’t much of a challenge. At least not on the way he expected. She was a mess but the girl was incredibly intelligent and he really did enjoy their debates and discussions, despite not caring to admit that.

There were certain things that were part of their relationship that weren’t manufactured by Theo’s devious mind. In fact there was a good chunk of it which felt natural and fun. He enjoyed when she would share the stories in her journal with him, Raven was an extremely talented writer and if he was a better person; he might suggest she pursue it full time. When they were together at parties things were always a good time, at least unt Theo had business to discuss elsewhere. He did consider himself somewhat addicted to her during the course of the relationship; there were times where he was all but ready to end things, she had outlived her usefulness but then he would wake up next to her and look into those damned electric blue eyes and he would forget what he was doing. Plus Bronwyn loved her, which was always a positive.

As much as he enjoyed Raven, she was a means to and end. Something to fill his time whilst he plotted his next move in the human game of chess that was his life. He had the perfect excuse to cut the dead weight when she cheated on him. How dare she? After everything he had given her and everything he had done for her she would do this to him? Paying the freshman to carve slut into her car was a beautiful statement which left a sweet taste in his mouth.

With a party in full swing as he arrived; Theo began to allow his mind to turn like a chess grandmaster: to try and piece together all these things going on around him and figure out how he could use them all to his advantage in the future. Inebriation was a hell of a thing; to lose one’s inhibitions and give yourself up to the base human desire that rules your very soul. It was a powerful tool to possess the deepest desire of your enemy.

Game on Rosefell, game on.


In Paramount → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




“Here Lies George Darby”

“Died Aged 11”

That’s all the tombstone said. There was nothing on it that remotely gave anything away about the true person that his baby brother actually was. It didn’t say anything about the fact that he was a straight A student. It didn't say he was the Captain of his softball team and was well on his way to setting a county record for hitting home runs and it especially didn’t say that he was taken from the world by the cruel act of God they call a drunk driver. A fact here which infuriated Lincoln beyond incredible measure. His grip on the handlebars of his motorcycle was so tight; he could feel the friction of his skin against the worn rubber and the pain was in some way satisfying to him. It had been almost four years but the pain of losing Georgie hadn’t dulled.

It really didn’t take much for Lincoln to convince his foster parents to allow him to travel to Los Angeles before making his way to San Francisco for school. They had all but given up on trying to raise the boy the right away and just left him to do his own thing. All they did was provide him with an allowance and a roof over his head; trying to convince Link to do anything in return or out of gratitude was as much of a lost cause as they felt he was.

Most of his clothing and personal belongings had been sent ahead and were already in his room, which gave Lincoln the free time he desired to visit LA before school started and then ride there that morning. It was supposed to be a six hour journey so of course having not slept in around three days Link left just after midnight and had arrived much earlier than anticipated. With time to spare he simply rode around SF re-immersing himself in the surroundings he would call home for the next while. By check in time he locked his bike away in an undisclosed location off campus (because why would he leave such a beautiful piece of machinery in the hands of those idiots) and joined the wave of privileged youths as they headed into the jewel of the crown of education in dearest Frisco.

The chattering of voices crying words of longing and summer gone by were greatly annoying him; so Link dove off to one side for breather; resisting the incredible urge to start throwing people into the San Francisco Bay and watching them drown.

His was a summer in two halves. For the most part he was doing what he often did; sitting in his loft staring deep into the electric soul of the universe via one of his four computer screens. It was quite the set up actually but sadly whilst away Lincoln would have to settle for his phone, a tablet and a laptop. It wasn’t great but he could work with it; after all hacking wasn’t really that hard once you knew how to read the ones and zeros. The Kennedy’s were just glad he wasn’t getting into trouble like he so often did.

The other half was something different, something he hadn’t truly experienced before. It all started at the last party of the last semester. Lincoln never really made an attempt to go to MH parties unless he had something to gain from the experience. Sometimes it was financial, after all he was the go to for shady shit at this school and where better to con rich kids out of their monies than a party where they’re usually off of their faces. Other times he went simply for a fuck, that was it and that was the main reason he attended this particular shindig.

Then he saw her from across the room, drenched in neon light, her skin shimmering as she danced with some red headed girl. When their eyes locked through the crowd and a lightning bolt struck Link and he knew he just had to know her.

She said her name was Delaney and she smelled like cherries.

Once Lincoln had found his way to her through the revelry, it was a simple science. Together they rode a lightning bolt that night which took them to a higher level above the morons around them. He remembered every soft touch and kiss, every scratch, every breath they took between each other and then she was gone...and school was over. Thankfully, they had exchanged numbers and had taken the intervening time to get to know each other a little more. It left him intrigued as to what more there could be to Delaney Helmsley.

Perhaps that’s why a few days ago he got into the school system and changed the room assignments? Maybe he did it for shits and giggles. It didn’t really matter and Marble Heights definitely needed to up its security. All that really mattered was that Lincoln was sharing a room with Del. He wouldn’t tell her what he did, not yet. There was still too much to be done. He glanced down at his phone where a picture stolen from Del’s Instagram sat staring at him. He stroked the screen as if it were her silky cheek and was reminded of her scent of cherry.

After basking in his twisted thoughts for a few moments longer; Link made his way inside of the Oakland building and up towards his assigned room. As he had hoped, someone else had arrived before him. That aroma was unmistakable and a wry and rare smile crept up across his handsome face. He moved deeper into the suite and noticed his things piled up in the corner and a door slightly ajar on the other side of the room. There was rustling and movement so Lincoln stepped into the doorway and there she was; crouched over her bag. He would recognise her anywhere. He watched in silence for a moment, his dark eyes never leaving for perfect visage. Finally, after pushing his glasses further up his nose, he spoke.

”Well isn’t this a turn up?”

In Paramount → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay






It wasn’t the end of the charter season but it was the end of Brodie’s.

He had done what he could with the time he had to get the boat ready for the next trip but of course that wasn’t good enough for the Captain of Motor Yacht Excalibur...AKA his father Monty Driver. To his old man’s credit, he had detoured his ship to the Bay in order for Brodie to disembark and make his way to his yearly home of Marble Heights. Not that the guests minded since it an extra day on a trip they’d already paid a great deal of money for.

The fog was thick around the Bay Area as it often was so Brodie thought it best to leave MY Excalibur via his personal sailing boat The Avalon Sky. It was a small, rustic little thing that he insisted be tethered to his fathers yacht whenever he joined them on charter as a deckhand. Father Driver didn’t particularly care to fight with his only child about it so he did as was asked. Luckily, Brodie’s job at the OCSC sailing school meant that he could moor his boat at a marina that was literally a two minute walk from his school.

As he sat in the bow of his little sailboat, packing the last of his clothing into a waterproof duffel bag, the young Australian couldn’t help but feel a sense of elation.

School was no fun and he could truly only count the amount of friends he had on one hand but that was his choice. The more friends he had the more chance there was for one or more of them to break his heart and he had spent a long long time trying to let go of all of his previous hurt. He didn’t need to be reminded of it again.

Still, since his first year attending up until now, Brodie thought of Marble Heights as an escape from reality. It was a world of beautiful sights and sounds and interesting histories and potential futures. It was a challenge but it was fun and he couldn’t wait to get back. He threw his singular bag of clothing into the cabin where his beloved surfboard already sat and turned to start loosening the knots that held his boat in place.

Glancing upwards towards the stern of MY Excalibur, a small part of Brodie hoped that his father would be standing there to say goodbye to him; instead there was only Robbo, the yacht's chef.

“We’ll miss you, Brode. I’ll keep a few beers in the esky for you”

”Laters Robbo, look after me ol’ fella eh?”With a final court nod; Brodie turned away from the larger boat and started up the engine on his own. The Avalon began to peel away into the fog leaving the charter yacht behind in its wake.

The closer the small vessel got towards the land, the clearer it became. The handsome sailor had no problems navigating weather like this; he was raised on the water and had experienced every kind of hazardous condition there was. He had dealt with storms, heat waves, blistering winds and of course the worst; drunken guests. The irony was not lost on Brodie in that he loved the water and everything it had to offer yet it was that exact thing that drove his family to the point where it was. The communication between his parents wasn’t there if it wasn’t about the business and as he had always been, Brodie was essentially alone. He didn’t bother trying to get their attention any more; it just wasn’t worth it.

Arriving at the marina with time to spare; the sailor boy docked his boat, slung his duffel on his back and tucked his surfboard under his arm; it was time today to start another year at Hogwarts...Marble Heights. He joined the sea of faces as they began the journey towards San Francisco’s elite boarding school. Some of the faces he recognised from previous years, others he did not. As a minimalist anyway, Brodie was shocked by the sheer amount of things people seemed to be bringing with them compared to himself. He literally had a handful of clothes and his board; some of these other kids looked like they were bringing an entire household with them. He’d been coming to this place for three years now and yet the sheer amount of privilege still took him aback sometimes.

Walking into the lobby of the Oakland building was like walking into some fancy hotel; it was gorgeous. Brodie was so taken aback by the aesthetic that he nearly cleaned out some freshmen with his surfboard as he turned in awe.

”Sorry mate”

He noted a few faces that he recognised as he moved around the new state of the art dormitory; the Callaghan siblings being two of the most obvious. Brodie had a few classes with Katie the previous year and immediately what stood out about her besides being beautiful was her sheer strength of will. She was forceful but not overbearing and didn’t take shit; it was quite refreshing. Jamie on the other hand was a year below so he didn’t know much of him, that said he did love reading the Golden Gate Gazette after his morning surf and yoga sessions. He also noted one Avery Rockhold making her way about the place; the saying “play with fire and you get burned” often sprung to mind when thoughts drifted the way of the Texan. She was wild, dangerous and most likely a little bit insane. She was a riot but not Brodie’s cup of tea that’s for sure.

The handsome sailor boy made his way to the elevator and up towards the second floor and two zero five. Once in the room, Brodie was taken aback by how hella fancy it was; it was obvious that the school had left no penny unspent. As he absorbed the energies of his new surroundings, he felt a dampness in his shirt. It seemed like there must’ve been some rain inside that fog after all. He peeled off his top and wondered if this place had a washing machine.

Simple pleasures and all that.

In Paramount → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Avery’s Infinite Playlist: A Like Supreme - Samurai


“Motherfuck me in the ass with a chainsaw”

Her head felt like the inside of a batting cage as Avery Rockhold pulled her suitcases along the pristine floors of Marble Heights. In a short life ruled by bad decisions, her choice to party before the first day of a new school term was up there with some of her worst. Then again, Avery couldn’t resist a good show and El Chicano’s played one hell of a set, it was just a shame she only remembered the first half of it. Plus her new home for the seeable had a much stricter policy on the use of brain altering chemicals so she had to get some of it out of her system before she started. Would that stop Avery from trying to party? Absolutely not.

Looking every inch the rock and roll Queen she was, the flame haired vixen was dressed in a pair of daisy dukes which put the best legs in San Fran on show as they should be and a vintage Doors T-shirt straight outta 1969. She had covered her hungover eyes with some round sunglasses to hide from the peppered sunlight that kept breaking through the fog and had her earbuds playing Samurai turned up to eleven. A sane person wouldn’t have pounding rock music playing when they felt as deathly as Avery did but then again no one ever accused her of being of sound mind.

As annoying as the whole concept of boarding school was; there was a huge part of the Texan that was glad to be back in Fog City. In her previous visit to the school she had somehow managed to make herself a good group of friends she was looking forward to seeing. Her inherent curiously left her wondering what the likes of Del and Diana had been up to, though she could definitely hazard a guess. Hell she even missed Leo and his vain attempts to hit on her literally every morning. He would never stand a chance but there was no problem in holding on to the last breath of a dream was there?.

Based on the little slip of paper in her back pocket, Avery was going to be based in a room on the fifth floor of the swanky new dorm building in suite 509. She flung the cigarette hanging from her red painted lips into a nearby bin as she entered the Oakland building. Immediately she was struck by a wave of astonishment at the sheer amount of money that had been spent on the place. The lobby looked more like a damned five star hotel than a school dormitory. She made her way through to the elevator and punched floor five.

”Home sweet home, sugarplum”

Upon her arrival in her new home; Avery’s mouth immediately dropped; it was a good job she had gotten rid of that cigarette. This room made her one at home look like a shoebox. It looked as if she was the first one to arrive, a good thing no doubt meaning she could claim the best room for her own. Once she had found a room with a view, Avery set out to make it her own. First up was putting up her poster of the Hex Girls; her favourite Youtubers. Gwen was her idol and she was desperate to be like her but Stella was like nex level and one day she hoped she would notice her senpai.

After a few basic preparations, she headed into the main room once again to see who would be next to enter this brave new world.

In Rosefell High. → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay






It was with an emphatic shove that Theo pushed the girl that was straddling his waist off of him and onto the other side of the bed. As she nearly rolled to the floor, he pulled himself up and moved over to the night stand to take a drink from the bottle of water there. As the bottle neck reached his lips, he turned his cold blues back for just a second.

”You’re still here?”

As he returned to the water to start drinking, the girl gathered her clothes and hurried out of the room without even getting dressed. Placing the bottle back down onto the counter top, Theodore made his way over to a large mirror and took a look at his naked form. He noted a small scratch on his left bicep and shook his head in annoyance more than anything else. It was a blemish on his otherwise perfect appearance which he despised; after all appearances were everything.

”Fucking cheerleaders”

Moving to the en-suite bathroom; Theo climbed into the shower and turned the pressure to near scalding temperature; just the way he liked it. Amy was a perfect warm up for the night ahead. She was good to get the blood pumping but not much else and Theo was the type that needed to be warmed up for what he was dealing with tonight; the first Rosefell party of the year. He still couldn’t believe that their schools were now merged and they chose Rosefell of all places as the new base of operations. It was damn ridiculous. Still, a party was a party and it was at Christians house after all so maybe it wouldn’t be too bad; if only he wasn’t so nice as to let the riffraff in.

Exiting the shower, he walked by his wall of trophies towards his closet. The Franchise a moniker he had earned through years of hard work at Liberty High. A mathlete, a debate champion, he sat on the student council AND he was the best defensive player in the state with the most sacks in a single game and season. In a sea of golden children, Theo was a diamond that shone just that little bit brighter, at least in his own head.

He had all but kept his head down during the first week of school; getting to grips with his new surroundings and the new pieces to play with on his chessboard. From first impressions; money didn’t particularly play a part in the social hierarchy of the lesser beings but instead it was attitude and achievement. This was fine; Theo knew how to get both. He would simply continue his winning ways on the field and as far as the populace? The inherent hatred for Liberty kids was obvious so having one be on their side was an easy play. This would have to be a long game if he wasn’t going to make it work and the first move he had to make was at this party.

Once he was dressed in some fine clothing that were not too fine, this was a party involving the Rosefell lot after all, he left his bedroom and began to descend the spiral staircase towards the main foyer. The mansion which was only a few blocks away from Christians sat empty as it often did. Theo’s parents were on the road like they always were and he was left for his own devices if not for…

“THEO!” That.

As soon as he had reached the bottom step, Theo was all but tackled by a young girl who was deceptively strong for her size.

“Are you going to Christian’s party? Can I come? I want come.Pleaseletmecome.Comeoooooon”

Her words all but blended together into one sound which was classic Bronwyn; her mouth moved faster than her head. Theo blamed it on the ADHD most of the time but sometimes he did wonder if she really was just that annoying.

”Not happening”

“...but..”

”I said no, Bronwyn. Don’t make me repeat myself. You know what happens when you don’t listen to me” Theo’s tone was forceful as his younger sister backed away slowly with a fearful look in her eye and she leaned back against the wall with a defeated sigh.

”If this was just Liberty maybe but there are Rosefell kids here, Wyn and I do not trust them as far as I could throw them. Especially not with you” He put his finger beneath her chin and lifted her downed head up

”Chin up and mouth shut and I’ll take you skating tomorrow how about that?” A bright smile crossed Bronwyn's pretty face as she ziplocked her lips and skipped away down the long corridor of their home towards the kitchen.

Picking up the crate of craft beers that he had asked the maid to get for him, Theo signed before making his way towards the door. ”Fucking little psycho I swear to God”

Theodore made his way out of the mansion and began the short walk towards Christian’s palace. He could see the lights from his own place so he knew the spot would be jumping. As soon as he turned the corner onto the street and saw the mixture of junkets and high performance vehicles littered up and down the once clean sidewalk, a sick feeling hit his gut. These people didn’t fucking belong here, of that there was no question.

Entering through the front door, Theo inhaled all of his negative feelings through his nose and bottled them up for later use. A broad smile crossed his mouth as he put in his mask and walked into his own personal hell.

In Rosefell High. → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Rosefell High. → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Rosefell High. → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay






”Touche”

It was a fitting insult from the girl; Rico was disappointed in the line and was certainly not on the top of his usual one hundred game. He was no better on this night than the aforementioned STD on any other night. Her reaction was to be expected and immediate rejection wasn’t something new to Enrique. He would brush it off easily enough as he couldn’t afford to let the negative in lest he be consumed by it; something he knew all too well could be disastrous given his emotional nature.

”Honestly; I just saw you from across the room; I mean how could I not? Eres un diamante en un mar de carbón and I just couldn’t help myself” The Latin lover bowed his head in a combination of apology and embarrassment. ”I would never expect anything, just hoping for a little conversation”

In that moment; the song and dance man realised the truth of the matter; for once his heart wasn’t really in the game. He hadn’t realised it at the time but he had felt this same feeling on the first day back when he tried to flirt with that girl who nearly turned him into Rico Roadkill. It wasn’t that Billie wasn’t attractive because Lord above knew she was dynamite. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the challenge because damn it that was the fun part. Hell he couldn’t even put the blame on the alcohol or drugs currently flowing through his system. It had been many days, weeks and months but the reason his heart wasn’t there was because it still belonged to her. Perhaps she didn’t realise it but she still held it in her hand or maybe had it locked away in a memory chest under her bed? Whatever the truth, it was hers and he had yet to find the strength to take it back.

Billie’s comment to the other boy of Rosefell men being shallow did strike a chord. Enrique did not consider himself a shallow person by any means. Was the outsider's words a true reflection of how the world sees him? Or was he simply overthinking things because he currently didn’t feel like himself, no matter how much he masked it.

”I’ll offer my apologies for any offence and I’ll leave you to it. Still, if ever you go looking for a more stimulating conversation, look me up. Disfruta tu velada” Rico excused himself from the awkwardness that he had birthed and began searching around the mansion for some place for quiet reflection.

Moments later he found himself in a downstairs bathroom splashing water onto his face. He could handle rejection; it happened more often than he cared to admit. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that she wasn’t who he really wanted or at least who he thought he truly wanted. Six months is not a long time but in that time, his entire view of the world and the people on it had changed and he hadn’t even realised it until now. Fixing what was broken was likely not an option; he had figure out what was next and thinking about things was not Rico’s strong suit.

”Get it together, Enrique. You fucking idiot. Get out there and be fucking Suave. Deja tu mierda en la puerta”

Reaching into his pocket; he slipped out a clear bag of pills which he washed down with the rest of the concoction he had mixed earlier. Fuck his heart, it was time to mess with his head.

It was time to get his Freako on…

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