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Legends of Carnation Island

Oooooh! Thanks everyone for showing your interest! I will start working on the ooc so we can plot!

Legends of Carnation Island

Is it possible to (not fully committed to the idea but) play one of the employees? Thought it'd be a thing to play a background character.

@Hero

Yes for sure! Let me know what you had in mind and we can discuss it! :D

Legends of Carnation Island

The more the merrier!! @Prosaic

Legends of Carnation Island

Maybe. Just maybe.

@Altered Tundra

Already know I'm in!

@Ejected

I NEED MY BABIES!

Legends of Carnation Island

Claim to the pageant beauty queen bee roleeeeeee

@Dirty Pretty Lies

Obviously!

Legends of Carnation Island

The sound of your phone buzzing makes you look up from whatever you were doing. Lazily you unlock it to see what it could be. An email? Who emails anymore? As you open it you see that it is from Rachel Ashford the eccentric queen of Woodford University . She has sent you an embedded YouTube video, now you know not to click weird but the mystery is just so damn enticing so you click. It fades from black to a beautiful beach with swaying palm trees and crashing waves panning across the beach landing on a smiling Rachel holding a tropical drink.

“Hey bitches! Happy end of the school year! And to my fellow seniors… Happy fucking graduation!” She pulls of her shades and throws them behind her. “I hope this message finds you well since I’m sending you it from beautiful Carnation Island. You know: the island my family owns?” she lets out a small giggle before continuing “So I’ve been thinking. I have been throwing the sickest parties all year long. And why should that stop just because I graduated?” Rachel stands up from her sunchair and hands her drink to what looks like an employee in a crisp white polo shirt. “What I’m saying is-” she pauses as a devious smile spreads across her face. “I asked daddy to close the whole island resort! Just for us!” she squeals as she and the camera turns to show what is behind her. A cluster of fancy looking cabanas and the huge resort. “So check it! I’m inviting you to spend your summer vacation here on Carnation Island for the hugest rager you’ve ever experienced. I want to be remembered at Woodford for all eternity as the party goddess I am! And I need you guys to do that!” She takes a deep breath and lets out a wistful sigh. Then she looks directly into the camera “So what do you say? You want to be part of a legend?” then the video fades back to black.

Under the video a small line of text reads: U IN?

Hey you guys! So I have been playing around with this idea for a while and I’ve been jonesing to try it out so here goes nothing! So the idea is that we play a group of college students that has been invited to spend summer vacation on a tropical island by the schools extremely rich popular queen bee Rachel Ashford. The island is located somewhere around the Maldives and is as stated owned by the Ashford family. There is a small town with shops and restaurants outside of the resort if you want to explore. But the resort is fully stocked with all of the amenities you could want, like gym, movie theater and spa so you don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.

On this island we will follow our awesome cast have the time of their life. I want this RP to be character driven and interaction heavy. So bring the drama and let the plotting flow freely.

Hopefully this sparks some sort of interest! Let me know if there is any questions!

Spooners test bin

The sound of your phone buzzing makes you look up from whatever you were doing. Lazily you unlock it to see what it could be. An email? Who emails anymore? As you open it you see that it is from Rachel Ashford the eccentric queen of Woodford University . She has sent you an embedded YouTube video, now you know not to click weird but the mystery is just so damn enticing so you click. It fades from black to a beautiful beach with swaying palm trees and crashing waves panning across the beach landing on a smiling Rachel holding a tropical drink.

“Hey bitches! Happy end of the school year! And to my fellow seniors… Happy fucking graduation!” She pulls of her shades and throws them behind her. “I hope this message finds you well since I’m sending you it from beautiful Carnation Island. You know: the island my family owns?” she lets out a small giggle before continuing “So I’ve been thinking. I have been throwing the sickest parties all year long. And why should that stop just because I graduated?” Rachel stands up from her sunchair and hands her drink to what looks like an employee in a crisp white polo shirt. “What I’m saying is-” she pauses as a devious smile spreads across her face. “I asked daddy to close the whole island resort! Just for us!” she squeals as she and the camera turns to show what is behind her. A cluster of fancy looking cabanas and the huge resort. “So check it! I’m inviting you to spend your summer vacation here on Carnation Island for the hugest rager you’ve ever experienced. I want to be remembered at Woodford for all eternity as the party goddess I am! And I need you guys to do that!” She takes a deep breath and lets out a wistful sigh. Then she looks directly into the camera “So what do you say? You want to be part of a legend?” then the video fades back to black.

Under the video a small line of text reads: U IN?

Hey you guys! So I have been playing around with this idea for a while and I’ve been jonesing to try it out so here goes nothing! So the idea is that we play a group of college students that has been invited to spend summer vacation on a tropical island by the schools extremely rich popular queen bee Rachel Ashford. The island is located somewhere around the Maldives and is as stated owned by the Ashford family. There is a small town with shops and restaurants outside of the resort if you want to explore. But the resort is fully stocked with all of the amenities you could want, like gym, movie theater and spa so you don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.

On this island we will follow our awesome cast have the time of their life. I want this RP to be character driven and interaction heavy. So bring the drama and let the plotting flow freely. Hopefully this sparks some sort of interest! Let me know if there is any questions!

Spooners test bin

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Eternal Rest}

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Getting into an Uber basically naked aside from some prices of plastic armor would probably embarrass most people but Max Wallenberg just laughed along loudly with the driver as they zoomed down the roads of Palm Beach towards Kavis party. It wasn't long before the car began to slow down in front of the Salvador house. The burley teen thanked the driver with a wide grin and a firm handshake before he grabbed his Roman helmet from the backseat.

As the car drove of Max straightened his cape looking towards the lit up house. He put his helmet on and fished his phone out from his tiny golden shorts and checked his messages again. Santiago was still ignoring him and had not answered his last eight texts. He let out a frustrated sigh as he made his way up to the party.

A booming laugh escaped him as he marveled at the amazing decorations complete with animatronics as the group he entered with shrieked in fright. Max greeted Kavi with a hard high five “Thanks for hosting man! This looks sick!” he enthused as he entered the house. He looked around and surveyed the crowd to find out where to go. His face lit up as he saw his teammates throwing up their hands and waving their captain over.

“Hey boys! Having a good time?!” he spoke loudly over the booming music as he looked at the lacrosse team crowded around a table playing flip-cup. The group erupted into cheers as the last cup was flipped. “Eey! Max you’re finally here! Nipples on display I see.” his second in command Brad Leone greeted him with a fistbump.

“Yeah man! These have always been in high demand!” Max laughed as he jokingly flexed his pectoral muscles. His teammates laughed along with him as they set up another round of the drinking game. After an intense effort Max left his boys victorious and headed back into the crowd dancing his way through. A few songs later he found himself at the edge of the crowd spotting a few familiar faces.

“Wow! Sawyer, my man! I’m proud that someone took the same opportunity as me!” he said joyfully slapping his teammate on the back. He surveyed their similar costume choices of short shorts and accessories. “And Reli! Welcome back my dude!” he greeted the other member of the twin squad. “And who is-” he looked over their shoulder to see who they were talking to “Oh…” he uttered as he saw it was Millie-Jean, his ex-girlfriend’s sister. “Hey there Millie, everything good?” he asked awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “Uh-uhm I’m just going to get something to drink! Catch you guys later.” he mumbled as he rushed towards the refreshment table. Shaking his head to dispel the awkward situation that just transpired, taking three shots of vodka one after the other also helped with that. Slamming the plastic shot glass down on the table noticed his newly reunited friend staring at the front door.

“Looking for someone special officer?” he asked amused.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Starring: Aaliyah | Julie}

“Loser! You’re such a loser. Why is it that you can crush kids in chess but get crushed by words in a cafeteria?” Aaliyah thought to herself. Maybe if she sent her mom a text now and went to the nurses off she could go home early, save herself from any more embarrassment and wallow while she watched the magic school bus with some ice cream. That was until a voice interrupted her isolation. Startled like a deer in headlights her head shot up and realized it was none other than the red streak known as Julie. “Oh no she’s here to ask me to stay away from her, of course! It’s only natural for her after that performance” or at least that’s what she thought before she asked to sit next to her.

Her cheeks were stung red as nervous sweat began to slid down her spine. “Uhhh…Y-Ye—yeah mi casa es tu casa right?” her years of Spanish finally paying off “That was the worst joke ever, you fool!” Aaliyah still could not detect any hostility from the freckled beauty. “I don’t usually eat lunch here it’s either at a table or in the bathroom—” she tried to pull those last few words back into her mouth, but she couldn’t. Her tongue was moving faster than her mind could account for. Her laugh was quite smooth and natural, hopefully she was laughing with Aaliyah and not at her. Another question fired from her bandolier, “Uhm no I don’t think so?” but it was no use, she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“The bathroom?!” Julie exclaimed horrified. “That won’t do… you have a reserved seat at our table from now on.” she smiled softly towards Aaliyah with a worried tinge in her blue eyes. Has she really been such a distant ice queen that people would rather eat in the bathroom than to approach her?

“Actually there is something…I just, I don’t know. I’ve never been good at making friends that aren’t in my “lane” and even then, they’re not my friends. I’m just a brain to them, you know the ace in the hole” she continued, “I just always looked up to you guys since the beginning, you and Chanel. You’re not like the other girls, you don’t follow anyone and you guys shine on your own. And here I am a nerd who can’t even manage to look at you guys let alone say more than two words to you. So yeah if you want to leave now you can it’s fine. I’ll probably go home next period anyways.” To her surprise Aaliyah felt much better after venting, although she wasn’t sure if Julie wanted to hear all that.

As her new friend spoke Julie kept her eyes concentrated on Aaliyah’s face while she unpacked her lunch from her bag. It was a small box neatly wrapped in a flower patterned handkerchief which after a few movements of her hands revealed a plastic container filled with freshly cut fruit. “That’s very sweet of you to say Aaliyah. But it does sadden me a little that you feel that you don’t think that you can come talk to us whenever.” She bit her lower lip in thought before she continued “From now on you sit with us, ok?”

“Chocolate milk?” she asked holding up the brown carton

The redhead eyed the carton for a few seconds before offering a tight smile “No… no that’s okay” she smiled as she held up her glass bottle filled with ice water. “Got to stay hydrated you know? Also I’m lactose intolerant”

A reserved seat at the table of Queens?! She was definitely dreaming, this was all too surreal for her. A seat at that table was like trying to get a reservation at Dorsia, you had to know someone. She pinched her skin to make sure she wasn’t dreaming or concussed herself like she usually did. Aaliyah could feel a slight discomfort in Julie, but couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Whatever was the case she did not want to ruin her already cruddy reputation. If she wasn’t perfect enough already, her lunch bag and handkerchief combo sealed the deal. There was no one that prepared and aesthetically pleasing with boxed lunch outside the Japanese. And here Aaliyah was stuck with her tried and true brown paper bag that looked like it had seen better days.

Julie’s reply added pressure to Aaliyah’s chest, she was never good at conveying emotions or speaking her mind without coming off bad. “No no no! That’s not what I meant! It’s not you really it’s me” she couldn’t have picked a more cliché line if she could. Aaliyah was already breaking up with her first gf when they weren’t even dating. “What I mean is I don’t think you guys are too intimidating or that others fear you like they do Miss Colombia, but…there’s just no spot in that crowd for people like me” she pleaded, trying to take the heat off of them and place it on her instead.

“Of course! I’ll sit with you guys from now on. Do you guys wear pink on Wednesdays? Can I only wear jeans or track pants on Friday?” she asked. Aaliyah retracted her hand faster than light spilling some of the milk on her clothes without noticing, “Oh..oh I’m sorry I didn’t know!”

Julie let out a small surprised sound as the milk splashed on her skirt “Oh no need to worry…” she searched her purse for some napkins and started to dab at the dark wet spot. “And no, no plastic rules for us.” she couldn’t help but laugh at how flustered Aaliyah became as she tried to hold her own in their conversation. Maybe she did put out a intimidating aura? She made a mental note to ask around about that.

As they sat there enjoying their lunch in the sun Julie surveyed Aaliyah for a little bit “You know… you really have gorgeous hair.” she said as her mind was already going at the speed of light thinking of ideas of what to do with it. “I just think you need help with…” she paused choosing her words carefully “Styling.” she said finally. “You should come over some day! Chanel is the best when it comes to hair. Would you be down for a little makeover?” her eyes sparkled. This was something she was passionate about and it really showed when she spoke about it.

Aaliyah was just as horrified as Julie was by the splashing lactose drenching her threads, luckily for the two of them she wasn’t deathly allergic. “Well that’s a relief” she laughed candidly, “Oh did I say that out loud? I didn’t mean to. Sometimes I do that so just ignore me” she said trying to nip her rambling in the bud before it could get any more out of hand. Things were finally starting to settle between the two and the space for her to get to know the red queen was finally starting to reveal itself. Hopefully the game of 21 questions wouldn’t be to painfully awkward.

Her cheeks turned bright red once more as the compliment caught her off guard, “Thank you, sometimes I never know what to do with it, so I just let it hang. I’m sure your red hair is more coveted though, now that people are past gingers not having souls anymore” she had an awful habit of putting a foot in her mouth when speaking. Her inexperience was clearly shining through. ”Okay breathe Aaliyah, she just invited you over her house and a makeover with Chanel. This is some Tyra Banks shit. Don’t screw it up!” Aaliyah did her best to compose herself, “Of course! I would love too. I’m sure my mom would love this. Are sleepovers still a thing?” curious as to know if slice of life tropes existed in real life as well.

“We’ll make it a thing.” Julie said with a wink as she popped a piece of strawberry into her mouth.