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Bill glanced at a new girl. "Hi, I'm Bill as you already seem to know." He said, holding his hand out and flashing a quick smile at the girl. He glanced at CJ, and smirked at her. "No, you didn't interrupt anything. So whats up?" He said, in his think accent. He played piano softly, messing up on a few notes.

Tom flipped open his text books, and began reading a little bit of what the teacher was explaining. "Different chemicals will react differently with other chemicals." The teacher began to bore the class. Tom shook his head slightly. He took out his black berry, and began texting Bill.

"Oh, good. I'm glad I didn't interupt you. My name is Raichael Sabella. I am a singer and I was wondering if you could play the piano to one of the songs I'm practicing and give me feedback on it. Do you mind doind this for me?" she asked as she looked pleadingly at Bill.

Bill smiled at Raichael. "Sure. But uh, I can just barely plan piano." Bill said a little embaressed. "Can you sing acapella?" Bill asked, hopefully. he didn't want to embaress himself right now with his lack of piano skill.

"Um sure. I don't mind. What country singer do you like since I am practicing singing from every one of them." Raichael said. She really liked singing accopella anyways, so this was fine for her.

"I.. Don't listen to country, really." Bill said, scrunching his nose. He only listens to rock music, and music Georg, Gustav and Tom make him listen to while they all are on tour. "Maybe you could find someone else to listen?" He added after, feeling bad for not listening to a variety of music. "So what room are you in?" Bill asked quickly changing the subject. "I'm in the room beside my brother, which is room 110." Bill said, freezing for a few seconds. "Or something like that. I forget the exact number." He giggled.

"I'm in room 109." Raichael said.
"Oh, do you know anyone who likes country music?" she asked him knowing that not all people listened to country and she was okay that Bill didn't. At least he was honest with her. She wouldn't have wanted him to listen to something he didn't like.

is it too late to join in?

Name- Amanda Jean Grey
Real celebrity or not- Not
Age- 18
Gender- Female
Personality- Amanda is quiet, shy, loving, and cool.
Other- Her bellybutton, nose and lip, both sides of her lip are pierced. She has a tattoo of a black rose on her right shoulder blade, she is okay with having a roommate.

name- Brooke Ami O'Ryan
real celeb or not- Not
age- 18 (Looks very young though)
gender- Female
personality- A quiet, shy girl, she is a very quiet person whom can get along well with just about anyone.... Unless they don't like her, she can act without thinking though.
pic(no anime)-
other- Brooke's father is a famous author (I'm just wingin' this...) and he only took Brooke in because her mother died the day after she was taken home, he had the nanny raise her and she got shipped off because they didn't know what to do with her. She has no tattoos or piercings. She doesn't mind having a roommate. As longs as they don't try to kill her in her sleep.
Her favorite song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E04BEmJSaic

[[Gah, this role play cannot -- repeat, CANNOT -- die!! xC I won't let it.]]

Synyster watched each timid person play a sample of their guitar skills. Some of them were pretty good but some were just full of themselves and their guitar playing sounded like a dying cat. He stiled a yawn and grabbed his guitar, walking out of the classroom with a couple other people. "I like when class lets it's students out early," he said to no one in particular. He sat on a bench near the cafeteria and pulled his hat down over his face with hopes to get a small catnap before the halls filled up with noisey teenagers.

[[No, it can't I agree with Midnite. I want to try it out, so it cannot die....]]

[No dying!!]

CJ laughed a little at Bill's smirk and took another one of the candies. After unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth, she began to play a piano piece that she had learnt as a little one. It was Pachbel's Canon, and she really did think it was a beautiful peice of music. Her favourite piece though was To Zanarkand from FFX.

[SHANT DIE! Everyone is accepted BTW]

Bill answered a little embaressed. "No, sorry. I do not know of anyone who listens to country here." He said, and then heard a piano piece being played beside him. he looked over at CJ. "You're really good. How long have you been playing for?" Bill asked, hoping he wasn't interrupting anything.

Tom sat in chemistry, twitching his leg restlessly. The teacher droned on about scienctific things, which Tom didn't understabd. His english wasn't advanced enough. An automatic fail. "Fuck." He shook his head and walked out of the class. he'd have to get a new schedule - science wasn't going to work for him. He saw Synyster lying on a bench with his hat tipped over his face. He could wake him up, or keep walking. Tom walked a little slower, while he thought. Tom decided to leave him alone, and go back to his own dorm.

Brooke walked through school, she felt awkward- She looked like she felt awkward too, here with all these big time celebrities... She only got in here because her dad was famous and he had a lot of money, she probably would never fit in here. She brushed back her lightly colored hair and was staring at a shedule. She was trying to figure out where everything was, she probably wasn't going to figure that out too easily.

Well, this is great... I have no idea where anything is and I'm stuck in a school full of famous people that are probably more interested in their makeup than if they are walking into a board.... She thought, darkly.

While Tom was walking towards his dorm, he saw a girl with choppy blond hair. She was cute, to boot. He walked over, holding up his massive jeans. "Hey. new here?" He asked, smiling a little mischeviously at the girl. "I'm Tom kaulitz, from Tokio Hotel." Tom held his hand out towards the girl, motioning for her to shake it. Tom hadn't seen this girl on television before; and she looked a lot more younger than everyone else here. Maybe around the age of 15 or 16? "3 year difference at the most. Not bad." He thought to himself, half smiling.

Brooke looked up, "Um, I'm Brooke O'Ryan," She said, attempting to return a tiny smile. "Yeah, I just got here actually... " Brooke admitted.
Oh, joy.... A guy from a band.... I wonder how long it will take for him to get distracted by a mirror. She thought.

Brooke was playing with her necklace, it appeared to just be a chain with two dogtags on it, her eyes wandered the halls, she wasn't going to start screaming and jumping up and down anytime soon. At least she hoped.

"Ah. How old are you?" Tom asked, trying not to sound too much like a creep. he couldn't help but ask though. Most of the students here were atleast 16, and she barely looked 16. "And are you in a band, model, actress... or what?" He added, tilting his head to the right and played with his lip ring. He was still a little confused about who she was, and where she came from. "I have a twin brother, Bill. He looks like a girl, but really isn't." Tom giggled a little.

Brooke smiled, "I'm eighteen actually....," She bit her lip, "This'll sound pathetic... My dad sent me here and I've actually never touched an instument in my life... And do I look like either of those to you?" Brooke asked, giggling a little, "I'm not pretty enough to be a model." She said, brushing her hair back again.

Of course, he thinks I'm like... 15... I hate myself. Brooke thought, then her mind wandered. She tended to do that a lot, one minute she's thinking one thing and the next she's thinking something else.

Tom's jaw dropped slightly. He was embaressed of even asking her age. "Oh. Sorry." Tom said, rubbing the back of his head. "Yes, you're quite pretty. I would of guessed actress or model." Tom answered Brooke, and smiled with the corners of his mouth. "So what room do you have? My brother and I have 110 and 111." He looked at his watch quickly, and realized it was break, now. "You're going to meet my brother any minute now. be nice, or he'll spazz."


[FAILSAUCE. Forgot which rooms they had. Reassigned them.]

Brooke shook her head, "It's fine and I have 117....," She paused, "And , actually when I walked by a middle school a guy asked me why I was out of school and made me go into a math class once... That's what I get for leaving my ID at home for one day." She said, quietly. "And what do you mean by spazz?" Brooke asked, her head tilted slightly and her two dogtags jingled.

Interesting.... He's not as much of a jerk as I would've thought. Brooke thought.

Tom laughed and held his stomach as he did. "He spazzes about people making jokes about him being a female. it's his own style, and you have to give him credit for looking as he does." Tom said, adding, "I mean, I wouldn't dress like he does even if someone paid me to." He laughed a little more.

Bill ran up beside Tom, as he finished his sentence. "Hi Tomi. Whose this?" Bill asked, holding his hand out to Brooke, like Tom did.
"Bill, this is Brooke. Brooke this is my twin brother Bill." Tom introduced the two in a monotonous voice.
"Nice to meet you!" Bill said in a cheery voice, smiling.