Of Snow Storms and Teenagers

Of Snow Storms and Teenagers

0 INK

Those who would rather die than be caught seen with each other in social situations would now have to practically cuddle for warmth. But it was only 12 hours. They could survive for that long...right?

313 readers have visited Of Snow Storms and Teenagers since Tristian_x created it.

Introduction

And there they were, huddled in the cafeteria.

While the other, fortunate students had made it home in time before the storm had hit, these teens weren't as fortunate. They were cold, in the dark, without adult supervision, and the worst of all; there was no food other than the vending machines that took your money without giving you the fruit-snacks you paid 75-cents for.

And it was no secret that they all didn't get along. There were the popular kids, the loners, the stoners, and the nerds. Those who would rather die than be caught seen with each other in social situations would now have to practically cuddle for warmth.

Of course they thought of just walking home, the high school wasn't that far from their homes...but once they tried opening the doors to find them blocked by nearly 4 feet of snow, it was apparent that they weren't getting out anytime soon. So they took to the upstairs windows. Finding an open classroom was easy, and jumping out the second-story window seemed pretty safe, with all that snow to cushion their fall, but once they pushed open the glass-pane and felt the below-zero temperatures, that idea was quickly abandoned. And to make matters worse, if that was possible, the temperatures indoors were gradually dropping as well.

And so they gathered all of the emergency kits from every classroom they could find, and waited for sweet freedom. But hours passed and the snow wasn't stopping.
Several distressed parent-phone calls later, and it was confirmed that rescue wouldn't come until morning.

That was only 12 hours away, right? They could survive that long...right?

XxX

Skeleton:

Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Appearance (real image please):
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Quirks:
Relationships (Can add later):
Crush (Can add later):

Toggle Rules

No acts of romance/lust above PG-13.
Please be nice to each other.
No fighting on OOC.
Can't commit? Don't submit.
Post twice a week, at least.
Be literate.
PM me or post on OOC with questions.

The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 5 authors

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Oliver ran a pale, shaking hand through his blonde hair. 'Just calm down.' he told himself, taking a seat on the bench of the cafeteria table he had set down a few minutes prior. 'It's only 12 hours. It'll be fine. It's not that cold in here...' He mentally laughed. Why was he trying to convince himself that it wasn't fucking freezing when it was?
He looked around the room. It didn't help that he didn't know anyone he was stuck with. He did faintly recognized 2 of them as cheerleaders, but he didn't know their names. And everyone else was a far cry from who he normally hung out with.

He put his head down out of boredom, and decided that, if he could ignore his chattering teeth and shaking bones, he could sleep through the entire thing, and when he woke up, his mother and father would be waiting in their shiny, black Range Rover Evoque to take him home where he could take a hot shower and go to bed forever.

Through his skinny jeans, he could feel his legs growing numb, and he was positive he couldn't feel his feet. He surveyed the room once again. Was anyone else as cold as he was?

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Ariellaen had leaned against the wall of the cafeteria, far away from the others, nose scrunched up a bit at how she hated the hated the food here. The remaining smell was still in the air, if not only barely. The poor excuse to be called 'food' interfered with her diet's calorie intake and amount of carbs that she stuck strictly to. The dirty blonde haired girl (that brown part of her hair, she doesn't bother to include it with her blonde locks) thanked the gods that she at least had a very small granola bar snack before she found out that she was stuck here, so she wasn't starving. It was too bad that she had finished eating it though. She suspected that her hunger will kick in later.

Ariel wasn't bothered with the cold that seemed to have affected most of the people in the room. Her cheeks were a bit red, but she was perfectly fine. Her light jacket was unzipped, and her arms were crossed, just in case she needed some of her warmth and that her body decided to stop her long time resistance to the cold. Ariel recalled a time when she was in junior high, that the other students called her a 'Human Furnace', since her cheeks were always so warm, and she was always fine in the blistering cold that would descend upon them. So many kids would go up and invade her personal space, just to warm their frozen hands. They got bitten for that.

The math nerd glanced over her shoulder. She had an extra jacket in her bookbag, the reasoning being her mother's constant worrying that 'no matter how much it didn't faze her, she still needed some extra clothing in case something happened.' Something like this. Her mother was right -- as usual. The cold didn't bother her, but rather the fact that she was stuck in a room of people she would consider as idiots or otherwise. People she did not like. Ariel glared even harder. She'd much rather be curled up at home, on the couch with her father, being the bit of a Daddy's Little Girl she was, watching the news. Perhaps she'd have some super cold ice cream while her sister would look on like she was crazy, and share some with her brother, who would enjoy it with her. Her mom would be sewing something together, and it'd be content. But no. She was stuck here, with these people that she, in the necessity of repeating so, did. Not. Like.

She scowled again. Her cell phone wasn't working, and her parents were probably worried. Ariel slide down the wall, leaning against it some more as she sat on the floor, (whether it was sanitary or not, at this point, she did not care) legs propped out, and stayed in her little 'bubble', distancing herself away from the others. 12 hours of this was going to be mere torture.

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Oan sits on top of one of the tables, sighing. "12 hours? Well, at least I got my guitar and my Magic cards... Oh wait, theres nobody to play Magic against." He sighs, propping his chin on his leg as he looks over the others: fellow nerds, some jocks, a Cheerleader, and than theres Sadie, damn was she something else.

Hell, hes probably the only person who wants to be here. School is his escape from the shitty life at home. His drunk and usually high older brother, his abusive and alcoholic father, and his eternally working mother to feed them makes his life a living Hell. Thankfully, his father's in jail for a while, as with his brother. So Oan is alone, teaching himself things like guitar to pass the time while his mother works herself to death.


Taking his guitar out of the case, he tunes it and begins strumming to 'Free Fallin' by Tom Petty. "Heh, maybe I'll be seen as more than a magic playing nerd now." He says, his fingers moving across the frets as he plays the song, singing lightly as not to disturb the others.

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Avie grinned to herself. This night would be nothing short of delicious and magical. She sat atop the table that Ollie had set down a few minutes before, grateful that the football star was there to move the heavy tables around. She looked down at the floor, or rather, where she would have been sitting had he not been there. She didn't particularly dislike anyone in the room, she just didn't know anyone too well. Her eyes met a thin, dirty blonde haired girl, and Avie smiled to herself. She might as well begin making friends.

Slowly, she stood up, leaving her messenger bag where it was on the table. But she paused when she heard the soft strumming of chords. Whipping her head around, she saw Oan, a quiet boy who like to play with magic cards, playing the guitar. "Hey!" She called, waving her arms as she bounded up to him. "Do you know how to play anything else?"

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Avie grinned to herself. This night would be nothing short of delicious and magical. She sat atop the table that Ollie had set down a few minutes before, grateful that the football star was there to move the heavy tables around. She looked down at the floor, or rather, where she would have been sitting had he not been there. She didn't particularly dislike anyone in the room, she just didn't know anyone too well. Her eyes met a thin, dirty blonde haired girl, and Avie smiled to herself. She might as well begin making friends.

Slowly, she stood up, leaving her messenger bag where it was on the table. But she paused when she heard the soft strumming of chords. Whipping her head around, she saw Oan, a quiet boy who like to play with magic cards, playing the guitar. "Hey!" She called, waving her arms as she bounded up to him. "Do you know how to play anything else?"

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"Umm yeah, what are you thinking?" Oan says, stopping to listen to her. "I got one." He says, beginning to play the cover of 'Bad Company' by Five Finger Death Punch. Beginning to sing, he sounds as if there was the singer saying the lyrics behind him.

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Kailee sat by the window snapping pictures of the frost patterns forming on the pane, the delicately falling snow flakes outside, or the vulgar doodles on the table she was sitting at and occasionally writing help on the fogged up windows. She leaned her head against the window to get a better look at the snow outside and made a disgusted sound when the freezing glass pressed against her face.

She immediately pulled away and glared at the window "Stupid cold. Why the heck can't snow be warm?"
Kailee pulled her long dark brown hair from the pony tail holder and ran her fingers through it to separate the curls and then pulled her thin sweater closer to her body. Why hadn't anyone left the stupid heating system on?

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Lawrence was friggin' freezing in this cafeteria, if not for any better choice of words. He should've known better that to decide to go to school today, out of all of the days in which he didn't go. Especially, since it was cold, and he was stuck in here with girls who were less than up of quality to his type. Some were kind of cute, but he knew better than lead on little girls that he had no planning of taking care of. Then again, he did anyway.

The eighteen year eyed just who was in this cafeteria. There was this kid playing his guitar and another girl who seemed quite interested. Boring. He turned his head. Another, who was obviously more sensitive to the cold than Lawrence was at the moment, and there was that scary little girl in the corner over who seemed ready to slaughter all and any who'd try to bother her. He wouldn't take his chances.. just yet. There was also some various other girls. All obviously not older than him, but what the hey. He didn't have anything better to do. Oh. Wait. He remembered something. Might was well to get this out of the way.

He took out his cell, and immediately texted this chick that he was seeing now. She got boring after the first two nights. Hell, he couldn't even remember her name. Lawrence texted quickly to the girl, hey, love. Gonna be out for a while. Stuck inside from blizzard. Oh. And, it's over. Sorry! This break up is lame, but hey, I can pull it off. Have a nice life.. er, Jessica, right?

Text message breakups. He had to chuckle at how much of a hypocrite he was. They were lame, and quite sad, actually. But he was stuck, in this school building for the time being, which interrupted his plans to break up with the girl face to face, that he had planned to do so later. So, text message it was. He had called for help earlier, but since they were stuck from the massive piles of snow blocking all entrances, so this heart-breaking womanizer was to stay put. Though, he had to wonder. If it were to be twelve hours from now, how were they going to get them out if this snow was falling? They could plow it away, but, it was still snowing. And god knows how long it would take at this speed. Maybe they might never see daylight again. The thought was almost horrifying to Lawrence. The touch of a woman (not these younger kids/teenagers..) may have been something that he might never experience ever again!

Surprisingly, he took it quite well, as he didn't seem all that bothered on the outside. He was too busy silently shivering. He glanced around the room again. He was hungry.

He took a stride towards a girl with a camera, and put on a charming smile, "hey there chica." He refrained from calling her kiddo just yet, and stretched out a hand in a friendly manner. "S'Xander. And your name?" His raised brows added comical effect.

Lawrence Elexander Helnards may as well trying to search for warmth, and to get on most of everyone's good side. There was at least 12 hours being here. It could take even longer. Why take chances, when your life was involved?

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Kailee looked up from her camera and raised her eyebrow at the extremely handsome boy in front of her but shook his hand anyway "Kailee Brooks" she pulled her hand away and went back to examining the pictures on her camera "And I know who you are, you slept with my sister last year. And both my cousins."
Kailee didn't have anything against Xander, it was her sister and the other girls' own fault that they got involved with a guy like him, she just thought he was over rated. Every girl in the school and probably every other school knows he has a reputation for losing interest and dumping girls but they always think they might be able to change him or be "the one", at least that's what her sister thought.Kailee thought it was a lost cause before the idea completely formed in her sister's head.

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"And I know who you are, you slept with my sister last year. And both my cousins."

Lawrence raised his brows in another comical expression, "Oh." Her sister? And her two cousins. Dang. The brunette had to prevent the grin that almost made way to his face. He was rather smooth, if he did say so himself. Though, it would probably appear rude.. since, well, it's her's sister and cousins.

He gave a sheepishly modest smile, "well, Kaliee," he paused for a moment to fully taste how it sounded on his tongue before continuing. "I thought you looked familiar.." It was a lie, seeing as he's seen so many girls, he couldn't tell them apart, really. It was rare to find ones that were impressionable. "You wouldn't have some sort of grudge or something against me for dumping your sister, would you?"

It was a rather a redundant question, seeing as she didn't really seem to care about his current presence, which he found it to be a bit relieving. He didn't like to think of this as arrogant or cocky, but if she liked him, even just a little bit, he'd feel a bit threatened. He slumped in his stature a bit more, feeling more at ease and his appearance conveyed it quite easily.

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Kailee rolled her eyes. She looked nothing like her sister so there was no way he could have recognized her. "Nope, no grudge. It was her own fault and she'll get over it, eventually." Her sister was still upset about being dumped but she was a huge drama queen who couldn't figure out when it was time to get over someone.
"Very creative way to dump her too, tell her you're breaking up with her and moving right over to my cousin, kind of trashy but it was amusing."Kailee smiled and put her camera down "Although I do blame you for the weeks of crying and complaining though, those are three weeks of sleep I will never get back."

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"Very creative way to dump her too, tell her you're breaking up with her and moving right over to my cousin, kind of trashy but it was amusing."

Lawrence didn't know whether he should smile or not, a brow raised in both amused and bemused expression. Was that how it went? Huh. Real creative indeed.

Kailee smiled and put her camera down. "Although I do blame you for the weeks of crying and complaining though, those are three weeks of sleep I will never get back."

But he couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips when he laughed. It was genuine. "Is that so, kiddo?" His hands were placed in his jean pockets. "I wouldn't say 'trashy'. You make what I do sound more horribly inhumane than it does in my thought process." He paused, a small pout forming as his eyes glanced upwards to nowhere as if he was thinking carefully, before looking back at her. "But, I have to say, I must apologize for that lack of sleep, I can empathize. Days without sleep can get realllly shitty."

His thing of trailing girls along and then dropping them.. It wasn't really trashy. It was just.. common sense. When you don't like your old toys no more, you go and get a new one and have a lot more fun instead of with your old ones, right? .. Er, okay, so it did sound a little bit trashy. But it was a force of habit. He didn't like to stick around any longer than he needed to. Girls were like toys, in a way. He was pretty sure that girls saw men as toys as well, so all's fair game, right? Right.

Lawrence eyed the camera she had in her hands. "So I take it you're the kind of chica whose into photography?" His 'chica' had a chlink sound to it, and his smile became a bit lopsided, turning into a playful smirk as he added, "Or is that all for show, kiddo?"

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"Well I guess one girl's idea of trashy is another guy's idea of being humane" Kailee couldn't deny the fact she did think he was a bit of a pig for doing what he did but he probably had a good reason for doing what he did...maybe.
"And I guess you could say I'm into photography" Kailee smiled at Xander and played with her lens cap "I don't want to brag but I'm pretty good"
She looked at him for a minute and frowned "And I'm not that much younger than you, if you call me kiddo again I will have you castrated and then I think you would be just a bit screwed" She smirked and snapped a quick photo of him.
Kailee had a bit of a habit of taking pictures of people she talks to and it usually weirds them out, but not as much as the random facts she blurts out when she's awkward or nervous.
Kailee examined the picture for a minute "Not that bad for a surprise shot"

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Oan finishes the song, and relaxes for a second. "So, any requests?" He says out loud, trying to get a conversation started.

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"And I'm not that much younger than you, if you call me kiddo again I will have you castrated and then I think you would be just a bit screwed" She smirked and snapped a quick photo of him.

Lawrence didn't have time to say anything back when she suddenly took the picture of him. He had enough time to raise his brows though, just before the flash occurred. He frowned, a slightly pissed off expression appeared for several moments before it dissipated, and it was just a simple frown again. "Just a habit thing I got." He refrained from saying kiddo, instead screaming it in his mind so he wouldn't be too bothered.

Kailee examined the picture for a minute. "Not that bad for a surprise shot." He leaned in bit closer to see, "Is that so?" As he looked up from the camera, not really seeing the picture as his attention was taken by something else. "So, any requests?" He says out loud, trying to get a conversation started. Lawrence turned to look over where the guitar player was. No song came to mind. He turned back towards Kailee with a strange smile, "You got anything?" It wasn't flirty, nor friendly. It was just.. undefinable.

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Kailee thought for a minute before looking around Xander "Hey Oan do you know anything by City and Color?" she yelled over to the boy before turning back to Xander and examining his odd facial expression and sighed "if it's really that hard for you to not call me kiddo then go ahead, I was just messing with you" she smiled at him and quickly snapped some pictures of the rest of the cafeteria and Oan playing his guitar.

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"Hmm..." He thinks for a moment "As a matter of fact Kailee, I do." He says, than beginning to play their single 'Fragile Bird'. His fingers slide along the frets as the chords reverb throughout the mostly empty room, filling the air with sound and music.

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"if it's really that hard for you to not call me kiddo then go ahead, I was just messing with you" she smiled at him and quickly snapped some pictures of the rest of the cafeteria and Oan playing his guitar.

Lawrence felt a small wave of relief, but had the charming smile reappear as he simply replied, "I was actually taking you rather serious there.. kiddo." He watched her as she took pictures, slightly perplexed, but he'd looked around the room in deprived entertainment, observing conversations and loners. It was getting rather quiet in here, wasn't it? Not literally, of course, since the Oan kid was playing his music that reached throughout the corners of the room and the many few people in it, including himself. Life was just getting.. so bland as of lately and always. It was his reasoning for his actions. Lawrence just sighed though, and closed his eyes as he let the melody being played envelop him into a respectful silence.





Ariellaen glared at everything. Her arms were still secure around herself, but her facial expression still remained the same as she watched on. The guitar that was being played wasn't all that bad, but she herself personally preferred to listen to piano or violin, as she wasn't a fan of guitars, cellos, harps, etcetera. Her head leaned onto her arm, as she stared on into space, adding multiple mathematical terms together and solving them, before adding on more complicated equations and expressions, finding it to be self soothing. But the music being played kept interrupting. She would say something, but Ariel wasn't in the mood to go piss off people some more (she had already done so with in the week. It was rather tiring to go tell people that the "truth" as how she did, surprisingly to some.)

She kept her head down, arms used to try to block out all sound considered unnecessary, to perhaps get some rest. And, if she was lucky like she was so far(more or less), no would bother her whatsoever, and she'd get out of this poorly heated building (Really, just who was the friggin' idiot that designed this place? Both him/her and the friggin' meteorologist who tried to predict today's weather should go jump off some cliff and stay there.) within the next 12 hours undisturbed. She highly doubted it though. But it didn't hurt to hope.

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Kailee fiddled with her camera lens "You will probaly realize that I'm not usually serious, but when I am I'm sure you'll know it" She looked out at the snow piling up against the window and shivered and started shaking slightly. Why the flip didn't she wear something warmer?
Kailee looked around the room and saw the other students in similar positions, huddled by themselves on the floor, there was even a girl huddled with her hands over her ears either to keep them warm or to block out Oan's guitar playing, although Kailee personally thought he was incredibly good at it.

View All »Arcs

Arcs are bundles of posts that you can organize on your own. They're useful for telling a story that might span long periods of time or space.

There are no arcs in this roleplay.

View All » Create New » Quests

There are no quests in this roleplay.

Events

Soon™.

Game Master Controls

Welcome home, Promethean. Here, you can manage your universe.

Arcs

Arcs are bundles of posts from any location, allowing you to easily capture sub-plots which might be spread out across multiple locations.

Quests

You can create Quests with various rewards, encouraging your players to engage with specific plot lines.

Add Setting » 1 Settings for your players to play in

Settings are the backdrop for the characters in your universe, giving meaning and context to their existence. By creating a number of well-written locations, you can organize your universe into areas and regions.

Navigation

While not required, locations can be organized onto a map. More information soon!

Add Group » 0 Factions to align with

There are no groups in this roleplay!

Add Character » 8 Characters played by your community

Character Portrait: Sadie D'èlaren
Character Portrait: Ariellaen Reubis
Character Portrait: Lawrence Helnards

Orphanage

By marking a character as abandoned, you can offer them to your players as pre-made character sheets.

Character Portrait: Oliver Lewis
0 sightings Oliver Lewis played by Tristian_x
"..."
Character Portrait: Kailee Brooks
0 sightings Kailee Brooks played by itsallinthedark
...Moo
Character Portrait: Oan Mkoll
0 sightings Oan Mkoll played by Commisar_Gaunt
"Great, 12 hours and no-one to play Magic against, just f***ing perfect..."
Character Portrait: Arian Reeth
0 sightings Arian Reeth played by corazón
Character Portrait: Avie Johnston
0 sightings Avie Johnston played by breathebabyx
"This is so fun!"

Collectibles

By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.

Events

You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.

The Forge

Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Of Snow Storms and Teenagers. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.

Notable Items

No items have been created yet!

The Market

Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.

Market Data

Market conditions are unknown. Use caution when trading.

Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale)

Open Stores

View All » Add Character » 8 Characters to follow in this universe

Character Portrait: Sadie D'èlaren
Character Portrait: Ariellaen Reubis
Character Portrait: Lawrence Helnards

Newest

Character Portrait: Lawrence Helnards
Lawrence Helnards

"Hey there, kiddo. Interested in some fun? Don't worry, I don't bite. Much."

Character Portrait: Ariellaen Reubis
Ariellaen Reubis

That loner, nerd and weirdo. All put into one. ".. Would you just ---- off?"

Character Portrait: Sadie D'èlaren
Sadie D'èlaren

"Say, want to hang sometime?"

Trending

Character Portrait: Lawrence Helnards
Lawrence Helnards

"Hey there, kiddo. Interested in some fun? Don't worry, I don't bite. Much."

Character Portrait: Sadie D'èlaren
Sadie D'èlaren

"Say, want to hang sometime?"

Character Portrait: Ariellaen Reubis
Ariellaen Reubis

That loner, nerd and weirdo. All put into one. ".. Would you just ---- off?"

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Sadie D'èlaren
Sadie D'èlaren

"Say, want to hang sometime?"

Character Portrait: Ariellaen Reubis
Ariellaen Reubis

That loner, nerd and weirdo. All put into one. ".. Would you just ---- off?"

Character Portrait: Lawrence Helnards
Lawrence Helnards

"Hey there, kiddo. Interested in some fun? Don't worry, I don't bite. Much."


Fullscreen Chat » Create Topic » Of Snow Storms and Teenagers: Out of Character

Discussions

  • Topics
    Replies
    Views
    Last post

Most recent OOC posts in Of Snow Storms and Teenagers

There have been no posts in the OOC topic for this roleplay!