=BACKGROUND POST=

Cape Amity, a (fictional) quaint seaside town set on the east coast of the USA, full of do-gooder townsfolk who go to church, work 9-5 and have vomit inspiring straight A student children. Beneath the white picket fences, water front homes, pep rallies and wholesome biblical themed lifestyles lies a dark underbelly of lust, lies and betrayal. A new generation of teenagers is rising to shock, disappoint and possibly inspire the town with their wanton and law breaking ways.

There are 4 main areas of play in this roleplay:

Cape Amity High School
Hope & Anchor Ponds
The homes of the characters
Sugarloaf Island (a tiny uninhabited Island off the coast, just a 10 minute boat trip away popular for parties, camping trips and making out)

Sounds good, do we need to post a character sheet or can we just jump straight in?

A girl blessed with extra height for her 16 years, a body to make any healthy hetrosexual male drool like a dog on a hot summer day and a pair of inquisitive sapphire eyes stepped off the school bus and surveyed her new school. She observed her fellow students participating in various activities on the perfectly manicured lawn directly in front of the main school building.

Decidedly unimpressed she barely supressed a frustrated sigh. Her parents had shipped her off from San Francisco to the otherside of the country to live with her Aunt and Uncle. Her lurid affair with her English teacher at her old school had placed her firmly in her parents bad books and they no longer had any interest in their wayward daughter.

Her Aunt and Uncle were the god fearing type, exactly what her parents thought she needed to straighten her out. No matter how many wholesome family dinners she had to sit through, no matter how many times she said grace, no matter how many times she was forced to attend sunday mass, nothing was ever going to get this girl to change. She was currently on the hunt for interesting people her own age that she could hang out with and hopefully have a little fun with.

She heard the school bell sing out and watched as the students milling around out the front began to make their way inside the building for home room. Deciding that ditching school on the first day wasn't exactly the best way to start meeting like minded people she followed the crowd toward the main entrance, praying silently that someone in this Stepford town would pique her curiosity.

MEGAcya wrote:Sounds good, do we need to post a character sheet or can we just jump straight in?

((No character sheet needed but try and give a bit of a description in your first post please Just so we all know who we're playing with. Cheers.))

A tall brunnette stepped off the bus after a tall blonde girl, her chocolate brown eyes looking over the school as they did every day. He t-shirt was moved in the light breeze around her slightly skinny frame. She pulled down the white tee, and began to walk into school, her white Converse making dull thuds on the ground as she walked. Her dark blue jeans were faded, with a few rips, and her hair was already coming out of it's ponytail. Her sister was on the bus somewhere, probably behind her. The fifteen year old climbed the steps to the school, running her tougne over her teeth. She'd just gotten her braces off, was getting her retainer later that day, but she afraid they'd go back to their old crooked state. She looked around at the people, wishing she was at home, locked in her bedroom listening to the music most didn't like. Davida-Sebrina was like that, although her name was a constant annoyance. Who actually called their child Davida-Sebrina?? She asked people to call her David or Seb, she preferred those names. She made her way to her class, head held high, singing Running Out Of Time in her head.

Rosaline Thorne groaned groggily as she rolled out of bed, already running late. As usual, she took her time getting ready. After a long shower, she walked back into her bedroom, blasting her shoulder length wavy hair brunette hair with the hairdryer quickly and running a brush through her thick, dark locks.

She was just tugging on a hooded jacket over her panic! at the disco t-shirt as her older brother, Kairo, knocked impatiently on her bedroom door.
"Roz, Are you almost ready? I'm leaving, so if you want a ride to school be downstairs in the next 20 seconds!"
"Alright, keep your panties on!" She called back, checking her eye makeup in the mirror and tightening the studded belt that held up her tight fitting white jeans before she headed down to the car where Kairo was already waiting impatiently.

They pulled up outside the perfect school just as the perfect bell sounded, and watched as the perfect students walked inside..perfectly. Roz scowled a little and shook her head. The people in this place made her sick. She'd hated it since the moment they'd arrived 3 months ago, and still couldn't believe she'd left London for this.

((ooc: may I join? this sounds good ^^ if so...))

name: Jasper Thompson
age: 17
looks: very tall, toned but not the huge-abs-type toned that some guys have, Dark curly hair that falls slightly over his sparkling silver eyes, tanned complexion, slim features.
personality: extremely intelligent and witty, polite, likes to read alot, not very outgoing, yet not at all shy, stubborn.
bio: Jasper lives with his adoptive parents Julia and Robert and has done for the past 16 years of his life, he was abandoned at birth but since then has led a pretty normal life.
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Jasper strolled quietly to his first lesson, on his shoulder he carried his blue rucksack, an old bag that had lasted him for quite some time.
He heard the bell ring for first period. He'd probably be late but then again, he had Mr. Windsor, who was usually about ten minutes late himself...
He let his mind wander freely as he gazed casually around the campus, on the old walls the once- white paint had now turned a murky brown at the ends and was peeling at the corners.
He sighed, and averted his gaze to his jeans that, too, were fraying at the edges.
He was dressed casually today in a green T-shirt, jeans and trainers, an outfit he usually opted for on days when the weather was like this.

Logan Saw the girls and he couldn't help but laugh at all the guys drooling over them. "Idiots, these guys just don't know how to be well guys." He says under his breath. He turns around and sits on a bench reading, tall black leather jacket swishing in the air as he does so. His most notable feature is the black bandana he has over his right eye concealing it for some reason. He gets enough looks from girls as well, being one of the best looking guys there he ought to. He heard the bell ring and started leisurely walking to his class, he sits down behind Jasper and whispers. "Did you see all the idiots drooling over that girl, it was too embarassing to watch anymore." Logan laughs a bit and leans back in his chair, resting it on the wall his feet on his desk.

Davida-Sebrina walked into her class, and waited, Mr. Thompson was always late. Not that she cared. She had been uprooted from Dublin after her father had died and her mother couldn't take the grief. She only answered questions in mono-syllables, same with the teachers, didn't make the effort to make friends. She'd just gave up. It was like her favourite song, No Love. No love, lies about her past, fear about people calling her wierd again. She just didn't care, just shut her mouth and smiled, wishing she could scream the truth, but she couldn't. She just couldn't.

Jamie made her way up the front steps into the main hall, running her fingers through her chocolate brown hair. As she did so some random punk ass little creep was chanting "Drop Dead Seb" as he and his buddies tried to block the way of a brunette in cheap looking tattered jeans. The girl seemed to be trying to scowl although her face gave away her embarrassment.

"Which second hand store did you pick that hot little number up from Sebby?" The boys snickered as they pointed at the unfortunate girls jeans. Jamie rolled her eyes. Another school, another town and another bunch of useless pricks. Nothing ever changed did it?

Decided she could either keep her mouth shut or start an all in brawl on her first day she decided to go with her instincts and almost instant her uncontrollabloe mouth opened.

"Hey freakshow with the wrist band. Why don't you tell your Mom to pick you up after school for a shopping trip. The OC isn't cool anymore and wrist bands are so five minutes ago."

The boys eyed up the new girl with interest. The internal battle began they could either gang up on the hot girl or keep thewir mouth shut and back off so that there might be the slimmest possibility of scoring with her further down the track at some lame Cape Amity party.

The boy with the wrist band gestured to his buddies to follow him and they made their way down the hall finding someone else to inflict their teen angst on.

Jamie was just about to turn to the girl to introduce herself when another girl caught her eye. Awesome belt, white jeans and an obvious attitude problem is what caught her attention.

Note to self: I could so hang with that girl

Roz said goodbye to her brother and he drove of, complaining that he was late for work. She headed inside and flopped down into her seat beside her best friend.
"Morning, Seb. You're looking..thoughtful."

((Eek! I didin't realise how many people were going to post LOL I fucked up and didn't see the other posts sorry guys. How about we change my post so it happens in the classroom that way everyone is involved))

OOC: I'm good with it Everyone does that, I've did it a couple of times

David-Seb looked up as Roz sat down.
"Thinking about Dublin," she said, her Irish accent coming through thick. "Plus, those jerks weren't annoying me earlier, so that makes me think they've got something planned for me later. But then again, they always do," Seb was already sick and tired. She dressed plainly, partly because her mother was in debt and couldn't afford to buy her good clothes. She was the poor little punk kid, and she hated it. She felt something smack the back of her head.
"Hey, Drop Dead Seb, where'd you get those? The charity shop?" His friends all laughed while Seb tried to keep her face blank, even though tears were coming to her eyes. She'd got a lot more sensitive since her dad died. They began to chant her nickname, Drop Dead Seb, and she wiped one of her eyes.
"Look! She's crying! The poor little punk freak is crying!" They all fell about laughing as David-Seb stood and calmly walked out of the classroom, so they couldn't see the tears already making their way down her cheeks. Once outside, she found the toilets, and locked herself into a stall so she could cry in peace.

Derek came flying around the corner he was running late like normal. He crashed throw the the class room door. he looked around "hah, the old geezer isnt here yet" he said as he walk to the back of the class. derek walked up to logan. "Arent we cool" he said with a smirk as he pushed logans feet of the desk. he sat down in the seat next to logan. "were the tools drooling today?" he asked logan.

Not knowing if she should follow the stranger or not Jamie eyed the girl's friend curiously to see if she would go to comfort her friend or stay behind. She also observed the other 3 boys she had seen enter the class earlier wondering what their involvement in al this was. They hadn't said much. She'd caught them sneaking a peek at her when they came in but other than that they didn't seem to be your typical teenage boy with a permanent hard on.

Sitting in the darkest corner of the classroom, listening to the nonsense of the guys, was Raye. A loner through and through Raye chose to keep her fights to herself and not get too close to anyone. Her jet black hair always seemed to hang over her bright green eyes. Her slim, pale frame was always covered in black clother and chains to match. Her feet were clad in army boots that her father had given her before he was sent to jail. Her lip was pierced and her makeup was always darker than needed. She ended up here after getting thrown out of her old school. She had broken into it and paddlocked all the doors shut. Her parents thought that this 'perfect place', as they called it, would do her loads of good.

She watched with prickling curiousity as the jerk boys were picking on a rather pretty looking girl. "Drop dead Sed.." She heard it chanted over and over again. It made her so angry when the pricks of her class would pick on the 'outsiders'. She almost felt bad when the girl left the room crying. Great, the teacher just had to show up late today. Lazy pile. She noticed Logan and Derek come in. Derek was late as usual. She also noticed a girl that she didn't know too well. She was insanely pretty and it made Raye sick. Oh another perfect girl the guys will drool over. Geez... Raye finally spoke up, "Logan and Derek, why do you have to be suck pricks all the time? And new girl? Did anyone tell you that 'Barbie' is for little girls?"

David-Seb unlocked the stall and filled the sink with water, splashing her face with it to take away the redness from her eyes.
"If these walls could speak, they would have so much to say," she said quietly to herself.
"There's only hate, tears and pain. There is no love here." Quickly drying off her face with some paper towels, she fixed her thin top, and looked at herself. She had to admit, she looked evry inch the poor little punk girl. Second hand clothes. Messy hair, with traces if dye that hadn't washed out yet. Pale skin, thin cheeks. Rubbing her eyes again, she walked out of the toilets and back to class. Her bullies laughed as she walked in and threw more things at her, but she didn't react. She'd learned to hold the things she wanted to say to them. Just shut her mouth and smile, as if they weren't there.

Jasper opened the door of the rowdy classroom and made his way over to his usual seat, lightly skipping over someones stuck-out foot on his path. He sat down in the small brown plastic chair and slouched back crossing his legs, he scanned the classroom to say if any of his friends had yet arrived, or even his enemies.
At that moment, half the senior football team waltzed through the classroom door.
"ugh..." Jasper grunted, he couldn't stand those guys, the way they got everything by just playing stupid football, it was like they ruled over everyone just because they had the ability to kick a ball.
He wasn't jealous of them or anything like that, he just had a deep loathing for them.
He averted his eyes from 'the special ones' although there wasn't anythig particularly special about them, and studied the graffiti on his desk, none of which made by him.
'Amy loves Chris 4eva' "oh yeah, they probably only went out for a day and then split up..." he muttered quietly under his breath, 'Jake was 'ere' All the random scribbles meant nothing, Jasper decided he was sick of reading trash, and pulled out a small notepad with some of his lyrics in it, he really wanted to finish the last song but had writers block, perhaps he would be inspired by the meaningless classroom chatter.
He strained his ears and listened, the first voice he heard was Jessica McGuiness, a loud girl with not much personality but alot of stories.
He heard her telling her cronies about what she had gotten up to the previous night with her newest boyfriend 'Jed'. He shuddered, he felt sorry for this Jed, how he would hate to be the topic of his girlfriends giggles. Jasper shuddered and shoved the notepad back into his bag, if he wanted inspiration, he certainly wasn't getting any from school life.

Jamie stared at the girl in the army boots at the back of the class. She thought she knew her type instantly... She was a pretty girl but wasn't aware of it so decided instead to cover it up by looking 'interesting' she instantly held a grudge against anyone she perceived as normal or attractive without ever stopping to get to know them. Jamie smirked at the girl and decided that if she could get into her good books she would find herself in the company of someone wild, intersting and not afraid to say whatever crossed her mind.

"Last I heard Barbie was a nymphomaniac stuck up trust fund snob from California with a boob job, nose job and rich parents and lets not forget her life saver boyfriend with the unfortunate name of Ken. Not exactly what I would call the greatest Role Model for little girls but then again we do live in the USA so I wouldn't really expect anything less."

Jamie sat down next to the boy who was too busy studying his notebook to pay her any attention and pulled her own notebook and pen from her school bag.

he looked over at Raye "Pricks a little mean isnt it?" snapped derek, "be sides you weren't calling me a prick last nigth" he said jokingly. pushing peoples buttons is what he does best.