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Eagleton High [Just Your Average, Everyday High School Roleplay]

As he stood, he couldn't help but listen into conversations going on around him. Confident voices rose with ease, but even they had the familiar quiver of nervousness about them. The hum and buzz of conversations dropped off however, when a louder voice started calling names. The tour group leader? Probably. The teacher was still beside him, unfortunately, and seemed determined to not let him go, as if the slightest loss of contact would mean he'd be whisked away and lost forever in the crowd. He snorted at the thought.

When his name was called, he waved his hand in the air lazily and gave a steady, "Here," before dropping his hand and tapping his hand against his leg in a fast rhythm. He himself wasn't nervous per se, but there was always that apprehension about making a good first impressions and not being a bumbling idiot. At his last school, he'd completely fumbled his introduction, blurted out that he was blind, and promptly walked into his desk. It had not been a good day, and, in his opinion, it had just set him up for failure.

Cringing at the embarrassing memories that had just decided to attack his brain for absolutely no reason at all, he finally started listening again. Still calling names. Sighing, he tried to move away slightly, but got jerked back just as quick, and his cane rapped against someone's leg. He started to apologize as well, only to be cut off by the girl rambling one out as well. She seemed embarrassed by the way her voice shook, and his lips twitched at just how awkward she was.
"No it's fine. It's my fault, my can just slipped for a second." Looking towards where he thought her voice was coming from, he extended his hand. "My name's Nathan. You?"

Eagleton High [Just Your Average, Everyday High School Roleplay]

@MissCapnCrunch Ah, my struggles of wondering how to interact with people is over! Thnx X3

Eagleton High [Just Your Average, Everyday High School Roleplay]

It was the first day of school. For others his age, it would most likely just be another day at the school they'd probably been going to for a couple of years. For him, it was going to be a long day of introducing himself to students and going through the process of telling the that, yes he was blind, yes this was his cane, and then someone would likely call out that he looked like an old guy. Then, jokes about that would ensue and...he shook his head decidedly. No. He wasn't going down the dark path of analyzing everything that could happen. That helped nothing.

It didn't help any first impressions he might've hoped to make that a teacher was holding his hand-rather unnecessarily, since he wasn't a child and he'd been blind for nearly all his life thank you very much. Sighing, he contemplated stabbing his cane into the back of their legs and feigning innocence. They kept telling him in a sickly sweet voice that,
"Oh all the students here are wonderful. We have lots of special needs students..." He tuned out at that, shoving in his headphones, afraid that he'd start seeing red-metaphorically of course-and be forced to take things to unnecessary heights. Special needs!? He wasn't special needs, he just couldn't see! Not...that much of a handicap.

Fuming, he almost didn't notice when they stopped and kept walking, only to stop when a hand was flung out in front of him, as if stopping him from running himself over. The wind was knocked out of him slightly, and he resisted the urge to turn and glare at the offending teacher. But, when he took out his headphones, he heard the noise. Kids screaming, greeting each other, likely without the knowledge of exactly how much noise they were making. The teacher's grip was still hard on his arm and he winced slightly, pulling away to adjust the strap of his bag. Pressing the small indented button on his cane, he felt it extend with a click, and tapped the ground experimentally. Hopefully the tour wouldn't take too long. And he hoped to god that the guide didn't take 'special notice' of him. Even if they didn't, with this teacher here, he wouldn't have a chance of going unnoticed.

Eagleton High [Just Your Average, Everyday High School Roleplay]

Nathan Stewart

Gender: Male

Role: Student

Age: 16

Grade: Sophomore

Bio: Being born blind, Nathan experienced difficulties with lots of things that people would consider mundane. His childhood was sheltered, being homeschooled until he got into high school, at which point the transition from a quiet home environment to a loud, crowded mess of sweaty people was very shocking. He had to have different books and always wrote on his computer, spending most of his lunchtimes in the library, where he'd get out his books that he'd brought from home and run his fingers over the pages, an odd sight at the corner table where no one really sat because the light had gone out, but he didn't care. He's become rather cynical, and jaded from his experiences with the others in his year, ranging from acceptance to outright bullying at his handicap.

He transferred this year, his mother having secured a job at a university in a different state after having a divorce with his father. He'd always been distant so it was an easy choice to go with her. He's transferred to Eagleton High this year.

Other: He likes making sculptures, even if they're mostly always distorted and strange. Speaks with an Irish accent as his parents were both from Ireland.

Eagleton High [Just Your Average, Everyday High School Roleplay]

Nathan Stewart

Gender: Male

Role: Student

Age: 16

Grade: Sophomore

Bio: Being born blind, Nathan experienced difficulties with lots of things that people would consider mundane. His childhood was sheltered, being homeschooled until he got into high school, at which point the transition from a quiet home environment to a loud, crowded mess of sweaty people was very shocking. He had to have different books and always wrote on his computer, spending most of his lunchtimes in the library, where he'd get out his books that he'd brought from home and run his fingers over the pages, an odd sight at the corner table where no one really sat because the light had gone out, but he didn't care. He's become rather cynical, and jaded from his experiences with the others in his year, ranging from acceptance to outright bullying at his handicap.

He transferred this year, his mother having secured a job at a university in a different state after having a divorce with his father. He'd always been distant so it was an easy choice to go with her. He's transferred to Eagleton High this year.

Other: He likes making sculptures, even if they're mostly always distorted and strange. Speaks with an Irish accent as his parents were both from Ireland.

Eagleton High [Just Your Average, Everyday High School Roleplay]

Hey, is this open?

How About a Decent Warrior Cats RP?

Ahah I was just talking to my friend about this series. Yeah, I'd be interested!

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Disney High School

Humming under his breath as music filled his ears, he felt his suitcase rattling behind him, and cursed his brother for not parking in front of the dorms, which would have made it so much easier to put all his stuff away. Sighing, he just adjusted the bag on his shoulders and looked around to see a kid handing out papers, presumably of schedules, and hopefully with information on where exactly his dorm was. He would have had the form himself, had Toulouse not decided that yes, he was going to remember that all of the needed one of the three envelopes. Of course, they were sitting crumpled in his bag right now, and Berlioz had no idea who on earth might be his roommate, and where he would be staying for most of the year.

Walking closer, he pushed past a crowd of jocks that were taking up way more space then anyone would ever need, and bragging in loud voices about the various escapades they'd gotten up to in the holidays. He couldn't understand why anyone would possibly want to be like them, but it was personal taste so...

The student, his mind supplied, was Peter. Peter Pannel. The only reason he knew this, was because on his first day at this highly unusual school, he'd stumbled upon a crowd of students cheering on a fight between Peter himself, and another giant football player. He would have ignored like he did every other pointless thing, had he not seen the odd glint of exhilaration in his eyes. Apart from that, he knew they were in the same grade and some of their classes did overlap, but he'd never had any reason to speak to him.

Pulling out his earphones, he stuck out his hand and nodded to the papers in his hand.
"Berlioz Bonfamille. If they stack those alphabetically, I should be near the top."

Time Traveling Team or The Triple TTT

Name: Tobias Twaint

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Tobias is a shorter guy, being 5’6, which he does find annoying because most of the time he’ll be forced to look up at his peers. He has light ginger hair and a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He’s often immediately singled out as a possible troublemaker, with his fiddling hands, and the cheeky curve of his mouth. His eyes are a light brown, a dusty kind of colour and he has a youthful, clean shaven face.

Personality: Tobias, despite his short stature, has an unusual amount of energy. Eager to please, he often aims to do something that he can’t and ends up falling flat on his face, metaphorically and literally. He’ll always be fiddling with something or other, normally taking something apart before realising with belated horror that he actually can’t put it back together again. It’s rare to see a frown on his face, unless it’s for humour’s sake. Tobias is quite cowardly however, however much bravado he may have, and can turn out very quickly to be a large scaredy cat.

Other: Knows how to fence.