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A Champion/Elite-Four Centered Pokemon RP!

well, it is your RP

A Champion/Elite-Four Centered Pokemon RP!

i'm in, of course. going straight for the Champion role

Beyond The Horizon - A Star Guardian Roleplay

im interested I love the star guardians

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_{Mentions: @Dirty Pretty Lies (Stephanie)
Time: Monday
Location: The Hallways}

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Kit was really digging this short hair. It looked good on her, or at least she felt like it did.

If someone asked her — no one ever did, and it was for the best, Kit tended to ramble — she thought it made her look less like a fucking four year old. Which was becoming an increasingly important thing, as Kit was trying to find her way in high school. If she looked like a kid! Then dammit, everyone was going to treat her like one, and that was no good. She wasn’t a kid!

She was a semi-professional video game player, for fuck’s sake. Eat your heart out, gramps, Kit was to able to turn all that time playing Xbox when she was younger into a profitable skill. She just had to… win some tournaments or whatever! That would be easy enough. It was just, finding the tournaments that was hard…

She couldn’t think about that now. She had to think about class, which was hard enough sober, but Kit… Kit was very rarely sober, especially nowadays with all the stress she was going through. Stress about how she was possibly becoming a cult leader, stress about whether or not Dragon Ball FighterZ was going to be as much fun when it released as it was when she played it with Hana — shit didn’t that come out today?

Focus, Kit. What else are we stressed about? Oh, right. That. Was Hailey Green going to take her out back and ol yeller her for kissing Hana? Had Hana told her? How could Kit steal Hana away from Hailey? It was an impossible task, but Kit was always up to one of those. Maybe that had something to do with the whole ‘rarely sober’ thing…

Was Kit stoned? No, being ‘stoned’’ was for posers — Kit was ripped out of her mind and higher than the clouds. She was stressed! Of course she was smoking in the morning. Stress did that! Weed was like, anti stress! So, naturally, Kit was high as a kite and her eyes had been eye-dropped to clarity.

The Professor probably would have complained if she knew about Kit’s state of mind, but the Professor was binge sleeping, drinking, and watching Netflix. The Doc said it was a ‘work in progress’ but Kit didn’t get that. She didn’t even know what was going on, truth be told; the Professor was apparently stressed by Kit’s, ahem, behavior lately.

Well, that wasn’t Kit’s fault! So she liked to kiss girls. Who was to blame for that?! God!? It wasn’t Kit’s fault that girls were so goddamn cute. She’d kiss boys too, if they weren’t so… smelly. Okay, okay. They weren’t smelly, she just… didn’t like them as much! Why did it matter to her mom who and how often she kissed, anyway? Did her mother hate lesbians!? That would explain… well, nothing, really.

Kit shook her head. Somehow, someway, she would figure this out. She always did! It was arguably one of her better traits. depending entirely on who you asked. Kit was good at getting things she wanted done! That was how she got to the tippy top of the ranks in TEKKEN, after all: not doing anything but playing for thirty seven hours straight.

Kit finally looked up from her shoes, and it was too little too late… She’d already bumped into someone. “Oh, dude, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there, I was just focused on like… oh, man. Wait a second, I haven’t seen you before… Well, it’s a pretty big school, and I haven’t seen like… too many people here. Yo! I’m Kit.” There. Good recovery. Good save. Find a way to kiss the pretty girl Kit.

Camp Red Arrow

@Altered TundraAccepted

CANCELLED.

_{Collab with @TootsiePop@Bee@smarty0114
AJ interacts with Val at the end @Dirty Pretty Lies}

For the sake of Yung Steve’s campaign, which will be revealed when his video cues on the Morning show, AJ brought his baby to school. His first car he built with his father. It had a distinct look to it, one of his more uniquely styled vehicles, so of course when the rapper boy went to his garage he was drawn to it. And AJ didn’t decline. He was pretty down for Steve’s idea, plus any opportunity to peacock his goods was an opportunity just for him.

He wasn’t fond of taking her out nowadays but within the past two weeks, he found himself needing her. She provided him with some kind of comfort. Comfort he needed so he wasn’t a complete asshole to his friends. Comfort that would help him look away from the tug-o-war battle happening inside of him from doing what’s right to taking what belongs to him. She gave him the peace he desperately wanted, to stop thinking about the fact that Jamie had a boyfriend, the fact that he was using Bailee to make his ex jealous, and the fact that he had no control over himself because he was filled with regret and rage. He hated that he was turning into someone that couldn’t handle a little heartbreak.

This was fucking stupid.

On his back windshield, he sported the man that had his vote “YUNG STEVE FOR PREZ’ with a car safe vinyl decal. School politics was dumb and Yung Steve seemed to be the less serious about it. Or well, he was completely serious but he was fun about it. Ya feel me? “Katie, what’s good?” He grinned at his ex’s sister, bringing his sunglasses down to eye her up and down. “You know, Scott, maybe you should bring her along to my family’s movie night, Wednesday? I’m sure my moms would love to meet the girl that got you—” AJ made a whip noise, before adding, “Whipped.”

Turning his head toward the other girl, and his other close friend, Elise, who unfortunately wasn’t allowed to family movie nights because she wasn’t his boy lover, Scott, or fucking his boy lover, Scott, AJ rested his sunglasses on his fluffy brown hair and brought her into the conversation, “Do you approve, Ellie? Of Scott’s new, shiny toy.” He gestured toward the outspoken feminist standing close to his best friend.

Arm locked with Scott’s, Katie rolled her eyes, an action that came too often and easily when she was around AJ. Before Ellie could even respond, Katie’s mouth was open, flinging a retort AJ’s way. “AJ, nice to see that despite being a member of an oppressed class, you still manage to come off as a misogynistic prick all the time.” Katie grinned at AJ, the same smarmy look her brother got every time he knew he was right but you weren’t backing down, the same one they’d inherited from their father.

“I’m Katie, by the way,” she said, turning to Ellie and extending her free hand for a shake, all semblance of hostility suddenly dissipated from her tone.

Ellie was perched on her car, ass on the hood as she eyed Scott’s new toy. The whole situation was a bit weird but it wasn’t anything that Ellie was a stranger to. However, she wasn’t sure if she was a fan of this person just yet. Something was off about her, but she couldn’t quite place her finger on what was wrong. However, this was AJ. She sort of had to go along with what he wanted to do, at least right now, when this chick was around.

“Ellie. Good to meet ya.” The girl put her hand out and shook Katie’s hand. “This your first time around here?”

“It’s the first time I was invited at least,” Katie said, smiling at the fond memories of after-school moments spent hurling insults at Scott and AJ. She’d taken to showing up at the G Spot for unplanned sparring matches, though it seemed those days were behind her now. “Scott wanted me to meet you guys but seeing as how I’ve heard AJ having sex in my house more times than I care to remember, you’re the one I needed to meet. Props to you for hanging out with these two all the time, that’s more than I could ever do,” Katie said, giving Scott a playful nudge with her elbow.

It wasn’t until then that Scott had felt like he needed to step in. He was enjoying watching Katie do what she did best: verbally spar with people; only this time, it wasn’t with him. It was weird in a way, but… he had to admit, he kind of liked it. “We’re not that bad!” Scott protested, though he was smiling at Katie all the while. It was good to be comfortable, and casual with her, compared to how he’d been even just a couple of weeks again. It was different and nice — even if she was a little… scrappy with Joy at the moment. That too would pass, or at least Scott hoped so. Katie and Joy beefing was a little weird — Joy had always been there to reel Katie in before, and Scott had to hope he and his girlfriend didn’t get in a verbal fight while Joy was down for the count.

“Don’t call her a toy, bro. Shit’s rude. And so what if I am whipped? At least —” Scott paused, thinking about a way to make fun of Jamie and AJ’s relationship, but not start something with Katie. That was going to be… harder than he thought, so he instead chose the wiser path of just dropping that thought like a hot potato, and changing gears. “Play nice, I wanna keep it this way as long as I can.”

Everything Katie and Ellie had said went in one ear and out the other, because now AJ Tyler was focused on two words Scott said. Two words that showed Scott had something to say but chose to hold his tongue. Taking his sunglasses off his head, he hooked it on his tee and hissed, “At least, what?” Anyone that knew AJ knew he didn’t let shit go and he wasn’t going to let this go. His anger, that’s been there for awhile, was hard to swallow and keep in, especially right now. He preferred suppressing the rage, but right now? He looked at his friend and his ex’s sister and wanted to act out. This was a disaster waiting to happen because looking at them made him feel undeniable and burning animosity. “I’ll play nice once you tell me what the fuck you were going to say, Scott?”

Geeze, sometimes AJ was such a baby. Scott had to remind himself that his best friend, despite his good parts, was kind of a bipolar dude. It made things a little obnoxious sometimes, but he’d dealt with it for a good fourteen years now, he could handle it pretty damn well. Even so, it was nonetheless irksome for the young man; no one wanted their friend to get snappy over nothing. Scott shook his head, glancing over at AJ, “does it really matter? Do you really wanna do this so early in the day, dude?” Scott asked, but he already knew the answer. Of course he did, because when didn’t AJ want to do this? “I was just gonna say something about yours and Jamie’s relationship, but I didn’t because I know Jamie is kind of a sore subject for Katie, that’s all. Geeze man, you gotta get a handle on yourself.”

“Why you scared ‘round your girl? If you two are actually ‘in love’ she’d handle your true feelings on her brother just fine. It ain’t news that my relationship with Jamie was a dumpster fire, dude.” Sometimes, AJ got so lost in the moment, in his anger, letting the torment in his brain fester, that his surroundings were clouded. His friend was being a goddamn pussy for a girl, whose liberal opinions meant nothing to him because she was probably part of the reason Jamie broke up with him. When Jamie had his doubts and insecurities, Katie would surely chime in and say, fuck that guy, instead of give actual good advice. He was an emotional volcano convinced it was everyone else’s fault but his own. The truth was hard to accept. The truth that Jamie wanted to give up on him and fall in love with the biggest diva at their school. Marshall-fucking-Radley. His build up steam, scorching his insides, as he avoided owning the shame that was all his, was interrupted by someone covering his eyes.

“Guess who?”

For a moment, he imagined his ex covering his eyes, as he led him to a midnight picnic in one of their favorite outdoor spots, since aside from cars, AJ loved camping and the great outdoors, which only made things worse. Snapping at the unsuspected guest, AJ growled, while taking their hands off him, “Not now, Bailee.” He turned around to see his childhood friend, only to realize it was a different childhood friend entirely. Someone he didn’t think would be here, at his school, right now. “Wait, Val, what the fuck?”

CANCELLED.

_{Mentions: @Altered Tundra Nate, Trixie in spirit @TootsiePop
Location: A computer lab, but it’s mostly introspection. Nobody cares about that, just read the dialogue LMAO
Time: Monday morning, after Brian betrayed his location; that fucker}

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Why did Henry get dragged down with Damian? That was the question of the hour. He didn’t know how or why he got brought into this, but it seemed that he was always taking the fall for Damian’s bullshit. ‘Oh Henry, we so desperately need your help. Please, help us!’ Stupid Elite boyband lookin’, talkin’ motherfuckers. Of course, Henry was a good friend, so of course he helped out. He took the fall with Damian when the time came, but even now, it was still just… such bullshit. Come on, they had a party — that wasn’t on school grounds, nor even during the school year, it had been on vacation — and someone provoked a volatile Owen into doing and saying some dumb shit, so now, Henry had to hard carry the fucking yearbook and the goddamn dance committee?

Stupid. Stupid stupid.

Not to mention, the school could have pretty fucking easily put Brian or Trixie in his spot, but noooo. They had to punish him. Like Henry even gave as hit about stuff like this! He didn’t even know what went in a yearbook, and a dumbass party with arbitrary rules that didn’t make sense in this goddamn decade. Only girls can send invites!? What about the fuckin’ gays?! Where was the justice?! Henry knew a thing or two about gays, and he was blown away that Marshall hadn’t exploded and demanded that it be changed.

Who the hell even picked a Sadie Hawkins dance? Was it his sister? No, no, that seemed too retarded for Hailey. This must have been… well, reality and reason said it was probably the school as an entity that made the choice, but… Henry wasn’t too interested in something so cut and dry. No, no, Henry wanted someone more concrete to blame. “This was probably Ophelia.” That seemed as valid as anyone else he could blame. After all, the stupid ass Candies were all about love, or whatever.

Dammit, he couldn’t even be mad.

The end result was Henry had made the choices that led to him getting the shaft. Who else could he really blame? Damian had called him and asked him for his help, and Henry had agreed. Henry hadn’t even wanted to be a part of Damian’s stupid boyband. Henry didn’t like the very idea of ‘The Elite,’ their fathers had that title when they were younger and now… what, they were just going to snatch it out of the ground and make it their own? Please, at least Hailey was original; there wasn’t the Unholy Trinity v2.O (the ‘O’ was for Outrageous). Still Henry had agreed to help, and look where it brought him?

The simple fact of the matter was Henry was too good! TOO GOOD!

He didn’t need to take the fall, and he could have pushed back harder, but he would have been damned if he didn’t stand by his friend in perilous times such as those. Besides, Damian would never have been able to handle the principal without Henry there; the poor guy had locked up and shut down at the very idea of not being allowed on the football team… At least Henry had quipped and fought back. Damian was like a soft… squishy ball of depression right away. Luckily, the cure to that seemed to be redheaded tongue, which Damian now had plenty of.

Where did that leave Henry?

Busy. It made Henry busy. He felt like Brian, only ol B-Rye was much more naturally acclimated to a busy schedule and people depending on him. On a Monday morning, Henry had to come to school early, leave Min-seo behind — in the hands of Moms, who would never ruin this for him, right? — get Parker ready and leave her in the capable hands of Hailey’s Butler… and then show up and do what? Whatever Trixie wanted? Henry had been in the planning process for all of forty five seconds before he threw up both middle fingers and back walked out of the room. His plan then? Simple, straightforward: ignore everyone and hide in the lab.

That’s why, when there was a knock at the door, Henry was pissed when he spun around from the science experiment he was fucking around with, and ready to get real gotdamn snappy with Trixie, who was probably here to try and get him to do shit, but then he paused when he saw who it was — of course, Nate hadn’t waited for him to open the door, so Henry was annoyed all the same!

“Dammit, Nate, I’m tryin’ to hide from Trixie before she tries to make me participate!” It was too late, though, and Henry stepped out of the lab. Any other time, and he would have been with Min then and there, but not this morning. The unfortunate reality was she was coming in whenever his moms brought her in… and he was stuck at school. Alone. “Sorry, dude, I’m in a mood. I don’t wanna do this dumb ass dance plannin’ shit, but my dumbass friends got me in some shit so here I am.” He waved his hand and shook his head.

“What’s on your mind, brother?”

Camp Red Arrow

@ouTland01accepted

Camp Red Arrow

@Altered TundraAccepted!

CANCELLED.

_{After Kiss My Ass collab
Saturday 01/10, two weeks ago flashback.
Collab with @TootsiePop}

While most people would spend the evening ‘getting ready’ for a date such as his, where he and his (virgin, btw) girlfriend were going to be alone in a hotel room… finally, with no one to helicopter them and break their zone. Other people would be stressing out, showering, and drowning themselves in too much cologne. Damian O’Connor, though, was not ‘most’ people, nor was he ‘other’ people. Damian O’Connor was one of a fucking kind, that much was for sure.

What was he doing? Damian was sitting in his comfy chair, in his boxers, watching TV. What was on right now? Some kind of cartoon — it was on Boomerang, and he thought it was like… the Flinstones, but he didn’t know. He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t focused, he didn’t care. He was just sort of waiting for Joy to text him to come get her, so they could get to the hotel and eat dinner and then hopefully get down to business.

Damian had a bowl of mixed nuts on his chest and he was casually fishing out the cashews and throwing them into his mouth, when his phone rang and he put it to his ear. After hanging up, Damian slowly pulled the leg rest down. Duty called.

After Damian got dressed, he hopped in his car and it wasn’t long before he was at the mall, and leaning over the console to open the passenger door and let Joy in. “Hey, what’s wrong? You look angry. I brought you snacks.” Damian said, gesturing at the bag of Doritos — spicy Nacho, of course — awaiting his girlfriend. “Ease the pain.” Damian was prepared.

Tossing all the shopping bags, a lot of shopping bags in the backseat, Joy scoffed, “Don’t even get me started.” Her tone wasn’t loud but there was heat radiating from her body and she was still red in the face with anger. She would at least keep a calm tone. She wasn’t Katie who screamed when she wanted to be heard, as if Joy couldn’t hear any of the ridiculous words that spewed out of her mouth anyways. Once she closed the backseat door, she made her way to the passenger seat, which Damian had kindly opened for her from the inside. Slumping in, crossing her arms, wearing the first outfit she tried on which Katie told her she needed to get — it better not be a bust, Joy looked at the chips then at Damian’s face then back at the chips. She pushed the bag away. “I lost my appetite.”

Damian, for some reason, didn’t believe that. Joy wasn’t really the type to ‘lose her appetite,’ but he wouldn’t say anything about it. At least, not yet. Damian, did however, look Joy up and down and smile, nodding his head. “Hey, that looks great on you. Let’s just go to the hotel, if you’re not hungry, we can just hang out in the room?” Damian offered, shifting the car into gear and pulling out onto the road. He’d have to charm her and cheer her up… But that was easy, he could definitely do that!

“Fine.” Her response was curt. Turning to the radio, she turned it on to whatever Damian was listening to last and then stared out the window. If she kept to herself and let her anger simmer, maybe she’d be able to focus on the moment with her boyfriend. Even so, her mind was stewing on how foolish Katie’s points were and how she knew Katie would never apologize. Her ‘friend’ was unyielding, and yet she failed to realize Joy could be stubborn too. Two could play it like that. Just because Katie was used to the kind nerd didn’t mean Joy didn’t have a bite. She had her uncle in her.

Stupid.

Honestly, Joy wanted to lay down and sink into the hotel bed, forgetting all her troubles. Did Damian ever get in a fight with his friends? The sudden question that popped in her mind caused her to turn away from the window and glance over to him. He was too much of a diplomat. It’s hard to see him fight with anyone that isn’t his mother. Yeah, it’s a silly thought to have. Then again, he wasn’t necessarily on her father’s good side either. Relationships with parents were different than relationships with friends, though. They didn’t count. Not in relation to her and Katie, at least.

As soon as Joy hit the stereo on button, Damian's music blasted from the speakers, filling the car. Damian was quick to turn it down slightly, though — before it hit the drop. He liked to cruise with the music blaring, but that didn’t mean he wanted it blasting when he was with his girlfriend! She probably didn’t like music quite as loud as he did, and she was kind of angry already… he didn’t wanna add his… well, aggressive music to that feeling. It would only make things worse!

Damian glanced over at her as he cruised through the LA streets, rolling down his window to let in some of the brisk, chilly air into the car as Damian threw his arm out the window. “You should eat some of the food. I bought the chips just for you! And I can’t exactly eat them, they’ll throw my diet out.” Damian said, before he pulled the arm back in the car, and put it on the wheel. Instead, his other hand went over to Joy, resting on her bare thigh and giving her what he hoped was a comforting squeeze. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Am I wrong? For standing up for Owen? He’s basically a brother to me.” She sighed, trying her best to let her anger dissipate as she noticed the little things Damian was doing to make her feel better. He was trying and it was wrong of her to let her foul mood ruin their time together. Unfortunately, she could not be like her uncle in this moment. He had tremendous control over her emotions. By default, she was born with estrogen, her father spent years managing his anger, and her mothers, from her surrogate, Owen’s mother, and the one that she aims to never disappoint, Jude, Joy came to terms that she had a higher probability of thinking with her heart than not. Even if before she fell hard for the Elite king she was more mind over matter, more in control, that doesn’t change it was only a matter of time for her to lose that control because of these sinking feelings. “We fought. About Jamie. About Owen.”

Katie basically admitted if she were in Jamie’s position, she would’ve done the same thing to get ahead and destroy the ladder, all at the same time. Everyone painted Owen to be a psycho but they didn’t see him, for him. They always used him for their narrative, including Trixie, and he never had a say for his own image. Of course that would piss him off! And Katie was just okay with her brother adding fuel to the fire?

Joy didn’t understand. She couldn’t! It didn’t make logical sense to support someone that gets involved in other people’s businesses and— her mind came to a halt. Why did she care so much about their business? This was an issue between her brother and his enemy. Not her’s. Why did she care? “It’s stupid. I know. I feel stupid.”

That made sense.

Damian knew how close Joy and Owen were, and he also knew how frustrated Owen was — in a shocking turn of events, Owen was being active in the Group Chat. That never really happened, but apparently he was just frustrated enough to explode in chat, rather than just ignore them and occasionally scream about how much spam they tended to post.

To be fair… it was a lot of spam.

Damian didn’t really agree with Jamie’s choices, but, like Joy, he was somewhat biased. He was Owen’s friend, and he’d have to take Owen’s side on most situations, including this one. Besides, the one thing that everyone should have known about Owen was quite simple: he was a private person. He liked to keep it that way, and people prying into his private life… well, it was like shaking a pinball machine: shit broke. Went on full tilt. This was the same!

“It’s not stupid.” Damian decided to start there, with a bit of reassurance. Simple and to the point. It wasn’t stupid, and being reminded of that was important! “But I think you should talk to her. You don’t wanna burn your whole friendship over this, right? Calm down, take a breathe, then call her — or text her, I guess.”

“HA!” Joy CALL her?! Yeah, okay. Reaching for the food he got for her, she started angrily eating. Okay, she was hungry. She always was. When the food gave her some fuel to spit out words, she continued, “Katie can call me. I’m not going to be the first to apologize. She needs to learn that she isn’t always right and that sometimes SHE needs to be the bigger person. I’m giving her a taste of her own medicine. If she wants to keep me as a friend, she can come to me. Not the other way around.” She used a dorito to wave around in frustration, “The only person I care to make happy is you. She’s use to me keeping quiet and letting her go full femi-nazi on people. No more, I tell you!”

“You should be careful with that line of thinking. There’s more to life than just like, me.” Damian glanced down at his body briefly, before adding. “There is a lot of me though.” With that, the classic, customary grin back on his lips, rubbing Joy’s thigh as they drove down the street. He had to be careful with his reply, because Joy was getting worked up and… honestly, Damian still wanted to get laid, even if he didn’t want to be obvious about it… that was the whole point of this plan, after all. “Alright, alright, but just remember that… holding onto anger, and hatred, is cancerous. And understanding and forgiveness is the only cure.” Damian paused, and decided to go back on a thought he’d had just a few seconds ago.

“What color panties are you wearing?” It couldn’t just be all sage boyfriendly advice.

Joy raised her eyebrows at the sudden change in topic. It caused her to disregard anything he said prior and focus on that single question. Prior to him picking her up, she called her Mitty, but Ruby picked up instead and gave her a suggestion since the lingerie she picked needed to be changed into. It didn’t necessarily feel nice under the top she was wearing. Joy didn’t anticipate him asking her, out of the blue, what she was wearing underneath. Looking away from him, staring straight ahead, she tore a piece of her dorito into her mouth, nervously cleared her throat, and answered with a question, “What… panties?”

Well, he hadn’t been expecting an answer like that, but he had to say he was pleased. “Now that… is the right answer.” Damian said, nodding to himself, as he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel they were staying at. Did they have to go to dinner first? He definitely didn’t want to now. “Okay….” He had to make good choices, though. “Dinner?”