Yup, due to popular demand, it's baaack =D But with a new plot!
OOC, yo
We're the best thing you had,
But you left us behind,
We're the kids that you pushed away,
We're the pain that you feel,
We're the scars that don't heal,
We're the tear in your eyes,
We're the reason you cry,
We're the voice in your head,
We're the lies that you said,
We're the best thing you had,
But you pushed us away!
We are the lost,
The ones forgotten,
And this time,
The future is ours,
It's in our hands,
We are, we are the lost,
The ones forgotten,
And we've got nothing to lose,
Together we stand up tall,
We are one ...
Lyrics taken from/RP inspired by Simple Plan's One
St. Ean's Boarding School - in a remote location just outside Ukiah, California, St. Ean's is one of the best boarding schools in the country. It takes only the best of the best - all the athletes, musicians, actors and actresses, artists and intellectuals, only the best of these people pass through these doors and walk these corridors. For a (very high) fee, St. Ean's will gladly take your teenagers off your hand, and give them the best education possible.
As usual, though, there are the Cliques. They all banded together the moment they joined the school, and have remained in their cliques ever since.
The Populars - Like in every other school in the whole damn world, the Populars run the school. They're the athletes, the fashion models, the faces of tomorrow, and the bullies in the school. There are maybe two nice Populars, out of all of them. To walk with them is to walk with God - if God wore desinger clothes, was completely gorgeous, and an absolute dick.
The Normies - The ones who are just .. well, normal. Average grades, average looks, above average intelligence, these are the kids who are the wallflowers of the school - just there. The most intelligent kids in the school, they're occassionally called geeks, but they're not as socially unacceptable as them.
Then, finally, there are The Kids You Pushed Away, and if that's a mouthful for you, call them what everyone else does - the freaks. The outcasts. The no-bodies. The ones who don't matter. The artists, the singers, the actors and actresses. The ones the Populars bully, and the Normies don't care too much about. The kids who seem to be there, their only purpose entertainment for others.
For a while, things were normal for the school, until one of the Populars was found in the gym, hanging from the rafters, a bag over her head and various stab wounds all over her body. The body was taken, and the school examined. When no murderer was found, it was dismissed as a bizzare case of self-mutiliation and suicide.
Two weeks later, both a Normie and an Outcast were found in the same state.
Now, the school is in uproar - the Populars are accusing the Outcasts, the Outcast are accusing the Populars, and the Normies are pointing fingers at everyone but themselves. And all the while, more murders are happening. Rumors are flying about the school closing down, but no-one really cares about that. Almost all the blame is being put on the Outcasts now.
But all the kids want is for the murders to stop.
Will they?
Grace was the first person awake in her dorm, as usual. She'd woken up at four thirty, even though the girl's weren't supposed to be up until seven. But Grace suffered from insomnia, and she was only getting about three or four hours sleep nowadays. She washed and dressed in the uniform as silently as she could, packed her bag for the day, and then taken her sketchbook and started to draw. It was only when she heard the other girl's stirring did she check the time, and she quickly hurried from the dorm. She was the only Outcast in a dorm full of Populars, and they were always more bitchy in the morning.
She made her way to the breakfast hall, meeting her friend Ean on the way. As usual, his camera was poking out of his blazer pocket. And as predictable as she was to his, her sketchbook was tucked under her arm.
"Have fun sleeping last night, Gray?"
"Ha ha. You so witty, Ean," Grace rolled her eyes, but smiled at the grin on Ean's face.
"Come on, dipshit, if we're not at the table first, as usual, the others will wonder what's wrong. Or presume we're in a relationship. Again," Another eye roll came from Grace, but Ean was already approaching their table. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Erica from her dorm enter the hall and go to sit with the Populars, as usual, but she didn't really care. Instead, she made small talk with Ean while she waited for the rest of their group.
OOC, yo
We're the best thing you had,
But you left us behind,
We're the kids that you pushed away,
We're the pain that you feel,
We're the scars that don't heal,
We're the tear in your eyes,
We're the reason you cry,
We're the voice in your head,
We're the lies that you said,
We're the best thing you had,
But you pushed us away!
We are the lost,
The ones forgotten,
And this time,
The future is ours,
It's in our hands,
We are, we are the lost,
The ones forgotten,
And we've got nothing to lose,
Together we stand up tall,
We are one ...
Lyrics taken from/RP inspired by Simple Plan's One
St. Ean's Boarding School - in a remote location just outside Ukiah, California, St. Ean's is one of the best boarding schools in the country. It takes only the best of the best - all the athletes, musicians, actors and actresses, artists and intellectuals, only the best of these people pass through these doors and walk these corridors. For a (very high) fee, St. Ean's will gladly take your teenagers off your hand, and give them the best education possible.
As usual, though, there are the Cliques. They all banded together the moment they joined the school, and have remained in their cliques ever since.
The Populars - Like in every other school in the whole damn world, the Populars run the school. They're the athletes, the fashion models, the faces of tomorrow, and the bullies in the school. There are maybe two nice Populars, out of all of them. To walk with them is to walk with God - if God wore desinger clothes, was completely gorgeous, and an absolute dick.
The Normies - The ones who are just .. well, normal. Average grades, average looks, above average intelligence, these are the kids who are the wallflowers of the school - just there. The most intelligent kids in the school, they're occassionally called geeks, but they're not as socially unacceptable as them.
Then, finally, there are The Kids You Pushed Away, and if that's a mouthful for you, call them what everyone else does - the freaks. The outcasts. The no-bodies. The ones who don't matter. The artists, the singers, the actors and actresses. The ones the Populars bully, and the Normies don't care too much about. The kids who seem to be there, their only purpose entertainment for others.
For a while, things were normal for the school, until one of the Populars was found in the gym, hanging from the rafters, a bag over her head and various stab wounds all over her body. The body was taken, and the school examined. When no murderer was found, it was dismissed as a bizzare case of self-mutiliation and suicide.
Two weeks later, both a Normie and an Outcast were found in the same state.
Now, the school is in uproar - the Populars are accusing the Outcasts, the Outcast are accusing the Populars, and the Normies are pointing fingers at everyone but themselves. And all the while, more murders are happening. Rumors are flying about the school closing down, but no-one really cares about that. Almost all the blame is being put on the Outcasts now.
But all the kids want is for the murders to stop.
Will they?
Grace was the first person awake in her dorm, as usual. She'd woken up at four thirty, even though the girl's weren't supposed to be up until seven. But Grace suffered from insomnia, and she was only getting about three or four hours sleep nowadays. She washed and dressed in the uniform as silently as she could, packed her bag for the day, and then taken her sketchbook and started to draw. It was only when she heard the other girl's stirring did she check the time, and she quickly hurried from the dorm. She was the only Outcast in a dorm full of Populars, and they were always more bitchy in the morning.
She made her way to the breakfast hall, meeting her friend Ean on the way. As usual, his camera was poking out of his blazer pocket. And as predictable as she was to his, her sketchbook was tucked under her arm.
"Have fun sleeping last night, Gray?"
"Ha ha. You so witty, Ean," Grace rolled her eyes, but smiled at the grin on Ean's face.
"Come on, dipshit, if we're not at the table first, as usual, the others will wonder what's wrong. Or presume we're in a relationship. Again," Another eye roll came from Grace, but Ean was already approaching their table. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Erica from her dorm enter the hall and go to sit with the Populars, as usual, but she didn't really care. Instead, she made small talk with Ean while she waited for the rest of their group.
If you want to get out alive, run for your life 
