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Current Disrespect will close doors that apologies can’t open. Let that sink in..
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I was never colorblind to the red flags, I just hoped I was wrong
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Not all who wander are lost.. but I, personally, am lost.
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I hope when Death finally comes that it feels like it used to when dad used to carry me inside after falling asleep in the truck.
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If the gods didn't want me to commit fatherless behavior, they should have given my mother better taste in men.
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π™·πšŽ / πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’ Β· 𝟸𝟿 Β· π™ΏπšŠπšŒπš’πšπš’πšŒ πš‚πšπšŠπš—πšπšŠπš›πš πšƒπš’πš–πšŽ

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 πš‘πš˜πš  πš–πšŠπš—πš’ πšπš’πš–πšŽπšœ 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 πšŒπš‘πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš πš–πš’ πš—πšŠπš–πšŽ? π™΄πšŸπšŽπš— 𝙸 πšπš˜πš—'𝚝 πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš πš‘πšŠπš 𝚝𝚘 πšŒπšŠπš•πš• πš–πšŽ, πšŠπš™πš™πšŠπš›πšŽπš—πšπš•πš’,
𝚜𝚘 πšŒπšŠπš•πš• πš–πšŽ πš πš‘πšŠπšπšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšžπšŒπš” 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πšŠπš—πš. 𝙸'πš– 𝚊 πš™πšŠπš›πšŽπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 7-πš’πšŽπšŠπš›-πš˜πš•πš πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πš—πšŽπš™πš‘πš’πš•πš’πš–,
πšŠπš—πš πš•πš’πš”πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšœπš™πšŽπš—πš πš–πš’ πšπš›πšŽπšŽ πšπš’πš–πšŽ (πšπš‘πšŠπš πš’πšœπš—'𝚝 πšœπš™πšŽπš—πš πš πš’πšπš‘ πš‘πšŽπš›) πš πš›πš’πšπš’πš—πš πš˜πš› πšπšŠπš–πš’πš—πš πš˜πš—πš•πš’πš—πšŽ.



π™±πšŽπš’πš—πš "πšœπšŠπš™πš™πš‘πš’πšŒ" πš’πšœ 𝚊 πšŒπšžπš•πš–πš’πš—πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš— 𝚘𝚏 πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ πšπš˜πš› πš—πš˜πš πš˜πš—πš•πš’ πšŠπš•πš• πš πš˜πš–πšŽπš—, πš‹πšžπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πšœπš™πšŽπšŒπš’πšπš’πšŒπšŠπš•πš•πš’, πš–πš’ πš πš˜πš–πšŠπš—.

π™Έπš— πš–πš’ πš›πšŽπš•πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœπš‘πš’πš™, πš’πš 𝙸 πš‘πšŠπš πš˜πš—πšŽ, 𝙸 πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πš›πš˜πš–πšŠπš—πšπš’πšŒπš’πš£πšŽ πš–πš’ πš˜πš πš— πšœπšŠπš™πš™πš‘πš’πšŒ πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ πš‹πšŽπš’πš˜πš—πš πš πš˜πš›πšπšœ. π™Έβ€™πš πš–πšŽπš–πš˜πš›πš’πš£πšŽ πš‘πšŽπš› πšπš›πš˜πš– πš‘πšŽπšŠπš 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚎,
πšπš›πšŽπšŒπš”πš•πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš’πš–πš™πš•πšŽ. π™Έβ€™πš πš›πšŽπšŠπš, πšπšŠπš”πšŽ πš—πš˜πšπšŽπšœ πšŠπš—πš πšπšŽπšŸπš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšŽπš› β€” πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš, πš–πš’πš—πš, πš‹πš˜πšπš’ πšŠπš—πš πšœπš˜πšžπš•.

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Location: Front Office β†’ Lacrosse Field
Interactions: Step-Father, Marcus β†’ Attendance Lady β†’ K.C. Horowitz [via text] @TGM β†’ Ezra Rodriguez
OTD: β‚ͺ Outfit

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After standing there for several minutes in silence as the lady behind the desk typed away at her computer finishing up some email she had said was urgent before writing Davina her late pass to class, Davina could hear her step-father shift beside her. His voice was practically in her ear as he muttered, "You're late." A small smirk spread across the girl's face as she lifted her head from her folded arms she'd had it buried on the counter before her, raising her brow at him. There were plenty of movies that they loved quoting, and many that had the lines 'you're late' in them, but it was more than obvious which one he was referencing this time. They quoted Lord of the Rings too often for her not to. A soft giggle escaped her as she gave the attendance lady a glance before looking back to Marcus.

"A witch is never late, Marcus. Nor is she early. She arrives precisely when she means to!" The two exchanged a chuckle, growing quiet as the woman who had promised to help them rose from her seat and walked over to them, holding out a small square paper to Davina.

"Here you go, hun. You're all set!"

"Thank you," Davina said almost in sync with her step-dad, walking ahead of him for a short moment before she felt her hood being brought over her face, blinding the girl as she laughed while fighting to get her hood up and off her head. By the time she did, Marcus had taken the lead and opened one of the doors for his step-daughter, allowing her to step through before doing so himself and letting the door close behind him. The two turned towards each other and Dav quickly held up a hand to stop him when it looked as though Marcus was going to try to step in and give the girl a hug.

"You know I hate hugs."

The man chuckled, dropping his hands to his sides before slipping them into his jeans pockets. "Yeah, yeah. You keep telling me." He cast a look over his shoulder at his car that was parked out front before turning his eyes back on Davina. "I'll have your bike looked at. Should be good to go by tomorrow so you can get to school on your own."

Davina smiled softly at him, nodding. "Thanks, dad."

A small silence sat between them a few moments before Marcus shifted in his stance, tilting his head. "Will you be going to The Center after school?"

"Yeah, probably. I'll ask someone for a ride, though. Shouldn't be hard to find one. Got a few friends who have their own cars. I'll be fine."

"Call or text if anything changes, alright?"

Davina smirked slightly, half-ass saluting Marcus. "You got it."

With that, she turned around to head towards the lacrosse field, pulling her phone out to type a message to her bestie K.C.


𝙱.𝙱.𝙸.𝙺.πŸ’€πŸ’‹

Davina
- 𝙸'πš– πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ.. πšπš’πš—πšŠπš•πš•πš’. πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπš›πšπš’ πšŒπšŠπš— πšœπšπšŠπš›πš πš—πš˜πš πŸ˜œ


"Parece que te pusiste algo de color durante el verano, gringa."

The familiar voice caught her attention as she clicked her phone off. There was only one person she knew who called her 'gringa'. Of course, he always assured her he meant it as a term of endearment. Whether Davina actually believed Benny was another story. The girl rolled her eyes, bringing them up to meet with his as she closed the distance between them, eventually walking side-by-side to the lacrosse field together.

"Hello to you too, Ezra. And yeah, I did. Burnt myself a few times at the beach over the summer."

"Mm. If you weren't so damn whitewashed, you wouldn't burn so easily, now would ya?" Ezra smirked slightly, keeping his gaze ahead of them as the two walked together, making their way up the path between the auditorium and the 400 building. It was always a peaceful walk through there. The tall trees that covered the path in a nice shade always seemed welcoming. It was the spot where Ezra had first started hanging out when he arrived at the school till he quickly realized that a lot of the weird band geeks hung out there at lunchtime. Ezra had quickly found himself a new place to escape during lunch hour.

"It actually usually takes me being out in the sun all day for me to get burnt. I could be out in the sun for a couple of hours and be just fine," Davina shrugged, kicking a small stick off the path into the dirt as they walked. Ezra just nodded, not really having anything to say in reply to that. The two never really talked that much, but were friendly enough they could hold small conversations. That's about all they were good for. That, and Ezra occasionally copying her History or English homework. The two students stepped out from the shadows with the sun's rays beating down on them as they swerved through the bungalows and slipped out onto the lacrosse field where the festivities were taking place. A sea of students and a handful of teachers scattered around, some clumped together in groups as they all pushed past each other to get to where they were going.

It wasn't long after having slipped into the crowd that Davina realized she was by herself, now. The girl shoved her hand down into her jeans pocket and slipped her hand around her phone out of a slightly anxious habit. Not that she absolutely needed someone to latch onto, company was just always nice.



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Location: Front Office
Interactions: The Entire School

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"Delbrook Academy of Long Beach, California - and, of course, home of the Rising Tides..!

Today we welcome back familiar faces to a new year, and with them, a new wave of students into the sandy halls of D.A. Whether you choose to spend your time rushing the field with our five-time National Championship lacrosse team - Go, mighty Tides..! - or rocking out in the quad to the sweet rhythm of the jazz band; with more than enough extracurricular sports, activities, and clubs on offer, you're sure to find the right place for you, surrounded by like-minded peers who, despite differences, come together to create a close-knit and welcoming community.

So now that's out of the way, let's get down to the four-one-one on how your first day at Delbrook is going to go.

Today is all about getting in the groove; and no, I don't just mean with the dance squad or the cheerleaders... No. Today is going to consist of familiarizing yourself or re-familiarizing for our returning tides, with the school. This morning you'll attend your homeroom, where you'll meet your classmates and teacher before heading to the auditorium where our mighty Poseidon - our principal, for those of you who might not know - will address the school and give us a brief rundown on what the new year is going to look like. But once that's done... light that bonfire, and get ready for a luau; because the sharks, along with our amazing seniors, have prepared one hell of a welcome home party for us all..! So be sure to head on out to the lacrosse field and check it out..! There are food trucks, carnival games, rides, and booths- make new friends, meet the clubs, and prove yourself a tide to be reckoned with. And why not..? After all; new year, new you, right?

Let's make this year our most memorable yet!

For Delbrook Academy; your resident chatty dolphin, signing off..!"





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Location: Room 915
Interactions: All students in attendance

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With the five-minute bell ringing to let the students know it is time to head on into their homeroom class, Miss Goldman positioned herself just outside of her classroom door with a hand clasped over the other in front of her as she patiently waits for her students to arrive. Or as she would put it, jokingly, her first victims of the day. A couple of students attempting to hurry past her into the room catching her eye as she quickly pulled them back out into the hallway to line up along the wall of lockers outside of her classroom. Goldman couldn't help the bright smile that painted her already vibrant features as she looked at the increasing line outside of her door, waving to a few familiar faces in passing.

With a small smirk, Miss Goldman stepped back to open up space for the students to enter the room single-file, looking each and every student in the eyes while greeting them with different 'hello's and 'good morning's as they entered, waiting for them to answer her back before permitting them entry, chuckling at a few of the students who just looked on at her in confusion. Students who clearly did not take Spanish for their Language Elective.

"There is a seating chart to follow on the desk at the front of the class. Have a look, find your seat, and sit yourselves down until further instructions, please," she spoke to the class in English as they entered. Once every one of the students was inside, she glanced down the hallway to check for any potential stragglers before turning back to her classroom, leaving the door wide open in case any tardy students were brought in from the front office. Walking to her desk she quickly picked up a clipboard with a few sheets of paper on it, looking out at the class as she checked back and forth between the seating chart and the students of her homeroom class.

"Alright, looks like the majority of you are here and have found your seats. Buenos dias clase," slipping a single leg back, she lowered herself a tad. Her head bending forward just slightly, giving a respectful nod to the class before continuing.

"Mi nombre es Sra. Goldman. You may call me by Ms. Goldman, or Ms. G. If there is any name you would like me to refer to you as, please come write it on the seating chart at the end of the class before you leave. I will leave it on my desk for you." Ms. Goldman paused a moment, looking out at the students before her.

"Looks like we have all seniors in here. With a few new faces! Que asombroso! Well.. to our newcomers, don't get too overwhelmed. I know, it's a dumb thing to ask of you. May already be overwhelmed, at this point. D.A. does things quite differently than most schools, and it's got enough students and staff to make its own city, really. I'm sure my lovely returning seniors here will be very welcoming to you and be willing to help you out in finding your classes. Isn't that right, guys?" Goldman eyes her class, most especially the students she knows from having in her classes years prior.

"As for how I run my homeroom, you are allowed to do just about whatever you'd like. Catch up on that sleep you missed out on, do homework, be on your phone... you have freedom in here. The only thing I ask is that you don't bring food in here. Ants can become a serious problem in here. They're kind of hard to spot on this peppered tile flooring. That's one of the only things I ask you don't do is eat in here. Do that before you come in or after you leave my classroom," Ms. Goldman smiles softly, continuing.

"Today is going to go by kind of quick, and there is much to do. Unfortunately, as much as I'd love to get to know a bit about you all today, we will have to save it for tomorrow." Glancing up at the clock hanging above the door frame, Goldman chewed on the inside of her lower lip thoughtfully. "Mr. McGregor should be starting his morning announcement here, shortly. Until then, you are free to do as you please while I go over my lesson plans for the week."




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After a few minutes had gone by, static sounded from the speaker up in the corner of the room above the door as the mic flipped on, Miss Goldman quickly held up a hand sign with one hand, the other snapping a few times to grab students' attention before she brought her index finger to her lips. The room itself fell silent and a single voice - gentle and warm - can be heard filling the campus. Retired Marine, current Head Principle at Delbrook, Mr. Jack McGregor.

"Hello, students, staff.. new and old. Welcome. If you would please do me the honor, and stand from your seats, placing your hand over your heart and repeat the Pledge of Allegiance with me? It's fine if you don't want to say it, I understand your disconcerts, but it would please me greatly if those of you who don't want to say it, at least stand with the rest of us."

He gave everyone a few moments before continuing to recite the Pledge, giving another short couple of moments to allow the students to get seated and quiet down in their classrooms before starting off with his first-day announcement.

"Today, students, you have made it to your first class. Homeroom. Turn to the people beside you and introduce yourself, if you haven't already done so because this class will be seeing you every day 5 times a week till the end of our school year. This will be the only class you will be seeing on a daily basis unless we have GREEN Days, which are just what we call our minimum days where you will be attending all eight classes on your schedule. Green is a go!" McGregor chuckled lightly, clearing his throat.

"There will be an assembly, which each and every one of you will be attending before we can turn you over to the festivities that I'm sure you're all aware of that wait for you out on the turf. Before I go, I just want to give a quick appreciative shout-out to our school's teachers, cafeteria workers, the custodial staff, parent volunteers, and secretaries. Without you all, this wouldn't be possible. For you students, please enjoy your year here at Delbrook Academy High. I wish you all the best in this new year. For now, let's just worry about getting through the first day. Make the most of it. Thank you."

The speaker cut out then and Ms. Goldman asked that her homeroom students get into a single-file line, once the class had done so, she led them to the auditorium where they would sit through an hour-long pep talk from Mr. McGregor and the school's Vice Principal, Ms. Bauer about how they imagine the school year to run. At the end of the assembly, the V.P. turned everyone back over to Ms. Goldman, who took the students out to the lacrosse field, taking a quick headcount before she set the class free to their own devices. The field was littered with booths upon booths, almost the equivalent to a carnival except all that's missing is the Ferris Wheel. All the rides being located out on the baseball field on the south side of the school.

<Snipped quote by Kuro>
That's a spanking.


Kinky.
@Fandom Princess @Salsa Verde Your characters look great, you guys. Before I can accept your characters though, I'd like to ask that you make a check through the rules one last time, please.

@Myling @LostDestiny @metanoia You guys are all good to go :) Go ahead and move your characters on over to the CHAR tab <3

@GirlOnMarz I don't remember if I mentioned it to you in the discord or not, but your boy is good to go hun ^^
@Fandom Princess Sounds good! Looking forward to it, lovely!
@Kuro Scout is good to go, hun! Move her over whenever you're ready. :)
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"οΌ‘γ€€ο½„ο½‰ο½ο½ο½ο½Žο½„γ€€ο½‰ο½“γ€€ο½ο½…ο½’ο½…ο½Œο½™γ€€ο½γ€€ο½Œο½•ο½ο½γ€€ο½ο½†γ€€ο½ƒο½ο½ο½Œγ€€ο½”ο½ˆο½ο½”γ€€ο½„ο½‰ο½„γ€€ο½—ο½…ο½Œο½Œγ€€ο½•ο½Žο½„ο½…ο½’γ€€ο½ο½’ο½…ο½“ο½“ο½•ο½’ο½…οΌŽ"

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π™ΌπšŽπš–πš‹πšŽπš›πšœ 17

π™²πš‘πšŠπš›πšŠπšŒπšπšŽπš›πšœ 36

π™΅πšŽπš–πšŠπš•πšŽπšœ 21

π™ΌπšŠπš•πšŽπšœ 15

As Played by @Wolf Mother [GM]
Carlos Santiago | HetFlex Cis-Male | Senior | Noah Centineo | #FB7437 | Page 1 | 🏈
Daniel Dean Murphy | Het Cis-Male | Senior | Simon Nessman | #7ACAB7 | Page 1 | 🏊πŸ₯
Davina Marie Devereaux | Bi Cis-Female | Senior | Taya Miller | #F08080 | Page 1 | πŸ₯ŽπŸ’ƒ
Micaela True Rivers | Bi Cis-Femle | Senior | Mykayla Frazier | #987BB5 | Page 1 | πŸŒŠπŸ’ƒ
Sawyer Harvey Lockwood | Het Cis-Male | Senior | Jordan Johnson | #AB2328 | Page 1 | πŸ•ΊπŸ₯

As Played by @Akayaofthemoon [CO-GM]
Charlotte A. Thorne | HetFlex Cis-Female | Senior | Rocio Crusset | #FE7F9C | Page 1 | 🎨
Jordan Hall | HetFlex Cis-Female | Senior | Felicia β€˜Fo’ Porter | #4169E1 | Page 1

As Played by @TGM [CO-GM]
Amanda Erica Flanagan | Het Cis-Female | Senior | Madelaine Petsch | #A1346B | Page 2 | 🎭🎞️
Ashlyn Janeway Czajkowski | Bi Cis-Female | Senior | Olivia Scott Welch | #FFBF00 | Page 2 | πŸ“πŸŒŽπŸ“˜
Kamila "K.C." Horowitz | Bi Cis-Female | Senior | Isabela Merced | #00FFFF | Page 2 | βš½πŸ’ƒ
Bernadette Elizabeth Giordano | Pan Cis-Female | Senior | Cailee Spaeny | #D8080C | Page 2 | πŸ“πŸŒŽπŸ—£οΈ

As Played by @LostDestiny
Allister Demoin | Het Cis-Male | Senior | Richard Harmon | #4B3D63 | Page 1 | πŸš—
Marco Jonas Costello | Bi Cis-Male | Senior | Cameron Monaghan | #A2D39C | Page 1 | 🏊🩰
Maria Joy Costello | Het Cis-Female | Senior | Karen Gillan | #F6989D | Page 1 | 🎷
Taliesin Kendall | Ace Cis-Male | Senior | William Moseley | #FEF698 | Page 1 | πŸ™‡πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ

As Played by @NeoAJ
Nicola "Indy" Adams | Pan Cis-Female | Senior | Mia Healey | #42B5AE | Page 1 | 🌊🏐

As Played by @Luft
Scout Czajkowski | Ace Cis-Female | Senior | Sophia Lillis | #BAB86C | Page 1

As Played by @GirlonMarz
Tiara Nicole Richards | Bi Cis-Female | Senior | Yandeh Sallah | #B3945B | Page 1 | πŸ’ƒπŸ“£
Isaiah Anthony Lewis | Bi Cis-Male | Senior | Aubrey Joseph | #BB604B | Page 1 | πŸ‹πŸΏπŸŽ¨

As Played by @Venus
Tiffannie Noelle Taccone | Het Cis-Female | Senior | Jamisen Jarvis | #EA60A5 | Page 1 | πŸ’ƒπŸ“£

As Played by @metanoia
Andrea Jacquiline Banks | Bi Cis-Female | Senior | Brec Bassinger | #EAC55D | Page 1 | πŸ™‡πŸ»β€β™‚οΈπŸ“£
Skylar Aolani Vass | Pan Cis-Male | Senior | Booboo Stewart | #7FFFD4 | Page 1 | 🌊

As Played by @Fandom Princess
Janessa Andrea Brandi | Bi Cis-Female | Senior | Lizeth Selene | #B43757 & #FF6863 | Page 1 | πŸŽ¨πŸ‘©πŸΌβ€πŸ³

As Played by @Myling
Øystein Syversen | Bi Cis-Male | Senior | Benjamin Jarvis | #40E310 | Page 1 | 🎨
Finnley O'Sullivan | Het Cis-Male | Senior | Dudley O'Shaughnessy | #4682B4 | Page 2 | πŸ‹πŸΏπŸ₯ŠπŸ₯‹

As Played by @Horangi
Kaia Pepper Choi | Bi Cis-Female | Senior | Hannah Kim | #B1BCA0 | Page 1 | πŸ—Ώ
Cypress Blue Aalto | Het Cis-Male | Senior | Lucas White Smith | #BAEBE9 | Page 2 | 🌊πŸͺ“

As Played by @fledermaus
River Maddox Darlington | Het Cis-Male | Senior | Jonathan Daviss | #8EC1B2 | Page 2
Ivy Madelyn Darlington | Pan Cis-Female | Senior | Yara Shahidi | #7C6788 | Page 2 | πŸ™‡πŸ»β€β™‚οΈπŸƒπŸΏβ€β™€οΈ

As Played by @Salsa Verde
Caspian 'Casper' Wells | Queer Cis-Male | Senior | Dominic Fike | #17A5A5 | Page 2 | πŸ₯πŸŽΆπŸžοΈ

As Played by @Hey Im Jordan
Christopher Robin Bishop | Het Cis-Male | Senior | George Shelley | #08C7D1 | Page 2 | πŸͺ“
Steven Tyler Rogers | (Closeted-)Bi Cis-Male | Senior | Belmont Cameli | #3FA142 | Page 2 | πŸͺ“

As Played by @KZOMBI3
Koren Elise Nox | Het Cis-Female | Senior | Maria Domark | #84E1B7 | Page 2 | 🏐🌊🏊

As Played by @Fabricant451
Zoei Florakis | ? Cis-Female | Senior | Emilia Jones | #17BFC2 | Page 2 | πŸ“°πŸ‘©πŸΌβ€πŸ³
Everly Reagan Rigby | Les Cis-Female | Senior | Brianna Coda | #E754CA | Page 2 | πŸ™‡πŸ»β€β™‚οΈπŸŽΆ
Tristan Hope Rogers | Bi Cis-Female | Senior | Alina Zagitova | #8E35EF | Page 2 | πŸ™‡πŸ»β€β™‚οΈπŸŽΆ
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