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Post by Jen on Dec 28, 2006 11:34:54 GMT -5
Anyone?
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Post by winkerperson on Dec 28, 2006 16:05:05 GMT -5
I Will
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Post by Jen on Dec 28, 2006 16:13:19 GMT -5
Awesome, I am playing in alot of RP's at once haha.[/color]
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Post by Jen on Dec 28, 2006 16:13:36 GMT -5
DESC coming[/color]
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Post by Jen on Dec 28, 2006 16:20:30 GMT -5
Coriander Brockie, prefered to be called Cory, pulled up in her black beatle. She stepped out in her skinny jeans, her black mondonation t-shirt and her black converse. She locked her car and walked in her converse to the front steps. She was wearing a jean jacket and a black scarf. It's Chicago, its cold. She opened the doors to the school. It was warm inside. She nodded to some of her older brothers friends and walked up to locker 1045. She opened it and shoved her bags in. Grabbing her iPod she marched right back out onto the steps and listened to her playlist.
Kandice stood at 5 foot 5. She brushed her black hair from her face and watched everyone come into school.
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Post by lexa on Dec 29, 2006 16:32:37 GMT -5
((i'll join))
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Post by ~Otis~ on Dec 29, 2006 16:48:46 GMT -5
(Me too!)
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Post by Jen on Dec 29, 2006 20:42:42 GMT -5
[[dont ask, just do it]][/color]
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Post by ~Otis~ on Dec 29, 2006 21:03:57 GMT -5
Kady silently walked up the steps to her highschool. She was listening to 'Feed My Frankenstein' by Alice Cooper on her iPod Playlist. She wore a black 'Lost Prophets' shirt and blue jeans with a few chains hanging from them. Over her shirt was a 'Misfits' jacket. Her hair was down and today she had Marilyn Manson style contacts on. Red.
She walked silently to her locker, 1066, and put a few things away. She was, however, quick enough to grab her sketch book and a pencil before walking back outside and sitting down where no one would bother her. She had no idea what or who she was going to draw. Then the idea came to her. She'd draw the first person seen.
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Post by Jen on Dec 29, 2006 21:13:53 GMT -5
Cory saw someone sketching her and vocalized her feelings. "Why the fuck are you drawing me, are you some sort of fuckin' stalker chick?" Cory had the mouth on her like a sailor. Her father used to swear alot and then her mother ran away with a mailman and he swore even more after that. She gave the girl the finger. "Don't fuckin' draw me." She got up and went somewhere else. She swore under her breath "f**k**g dick." She got her iPod out and listened to music. "Tonight I hate this f**k**g town." she sung along to some music and waited for her friends to arrive. [/color]
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Post by Pup on Dec 30, 2006 0:48:29 GMT -5
Jackie's ears picked up a long string of cursing. Attention now caught, the bleach blond turned to find the source of the commotion. Just some bitch barking worthless orders to an outcast. She flicked her mascaraed lashes and tossed her head before muttering "freaks" to her gang; putting emphasis on the 's'. Her posse immediately mouthed their agreements and Jackie led them away, flaunting her russet mini-skirt and low, white V-neck shirt which she had changed into after arriving. The pars' never were too fond of her showing cleavage. To them she was an angel; to the school she was Miss Popularity-- or so she thought.
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Post by Jen on Dec 30, 2006 3:09:23 GMT -5
Cory ran through the posse. "Move bitch." she called as she ran into Jackie.
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Post by Pup on Dec 30, 2006 12:08:17 GMT -5
Jackie sneered and shoved Cory out of the way of her posse, motioning to them with her hand, an order to keep Cory away from her if she tried to start something. "Watch it, little Miss Slutso. Some of us are trying to actually get somewhere," she snapped loudly, catching the attention of everyone else in the hallway, who in turn stared at Cory. Jackie grinned; humiliation was her gift.
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Post by Jen on Dec 30, 2006 14:22:12 GMT -5
Cory was pissed off now. "Allright, call me slutso if you want. At least I didn't have sex with Johnathan Smith and Harold LeFranc in one night." She gave a smile and turned around. "Oh and if you make a face at me, I have other things I know." Cory walked down the hall and into a classroom. How the fuck was she a slut? She dosen't even go on dates. Yeah, she was asked, but she never actually accepted. Her boyfriend was in College. She never got to see him, but she loved him of course.
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Post by Pup on Dec 30, 2006 14:45:59 GMT -5
Jackie seethed as all the attention in the hallway shifted toward her and various murmurs inclined throughout the crowd. Her posse quickly denied for her and spoke that they had all been with Jack that night-- nothing what-so-ever had occurred.
Soon the crowd dissipated and forgot all about the scene they had just witnessed. The five girls surrounding Jackie glanced at her with worry as she continued to glower with hatred.
"You OK, Jack?" One of them whispered quietly.
"I'll kill her. I'll kill that f**k**g little bitch," she snarled under her breath, just loud enough for her posse to hear. As they nodded their agreements, Jackie led them away through the halls. The way the crowds parted for them like always did bring a little bit of cheer back into Jackie's stride. Everyone cast a glance or two in Jackie's direction. She may act like a bitch sometimes-- but she was beautiful. Her smooth facial features had never called for her to apply foundation. It just got slimy and gross when you sweat anyway; and who wants to look like that in GYM? Along with the sleek body of a goddess, she knew all to well of how good she looked. Hey, if you got it, flaunt it, right?
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