Sincerely, Anon

Mackenzie Prep

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a part of Sincerely, Anon, by UniqueYetUnoriginal.

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remake of @grumpy-converse's roleplay:http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/whats-your-dirty-little-secret/ | loosely based off pretty little liars.

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Mackenzie Prep is a part of Sincerely, Anon.

13 Characters Here

Sabine Carter [20] "Sometimes its better to rebel and escape then tell people the truth"
Amanda Stone [17] GO MACKENZIE PREP!
Elisa Grace [16] "Secrets will destroy you, just like they destroyed me."
Marjorie Feller [16] "I do what I have to- you don't have a right to judge me."
Teagan Thorn [12] "I took a personality test on nationalgeographic.com and it turns out Im a box of earwigs."
Aaron Stone [11] Hey.....there...
Louis Everly [11] "I talk because I can't bear the alternative of silence."
Anon [9] "I am your worst nightmare."
Beck Hades [8] "Secrets are best kept all hush hush you know? You don't want people finding out you're somebody you are not..."
Charlotte Clark [7] "If I did nothing wrong, I'd do absolutely nothing."

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Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller

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Amanda


Amanda smiled a bit when Sabine called them bitches. "Such a lovely thing to say, beany." She said in reply to her ugly comment. She couldn't help, but make people's lives a living hell. It was almost in her genes. Her parents do it to her and her brother, so she spreads pain almost everywhere else. Then Marjorie said that she had French IV which saddened Amanda. "It's okay. We probably have other classes together." She said trying to perk up. It's not fun taking a foreign language without friends to support you and make fun of things. It won't be the same. Then she asked if they should wait for Charlotte. "Yep. Three bitches are better than 2" She said as a joke.

Charlotte was the last musketeer in the troupe. They would always hang out together destroying lives or just making fun of them. They ruled the school in their eye. No one confronts them, they just let these cheerleaders walk all over them and Amanda loved it. She would always leave her brother alone though, for personal reasons. She knew that if she bothered him there would be hell to pay. She couldn't have that. Her brother was scarier than she was if you can believe it. Then she saw Beck Hades with them and noticed the word whores come out of his mouth.

Amanda was anything, but a whore. She has never gone that far with anyone and practically refuses to. But of course no one knows that, everyone thinks she sleeps with all her boyfriends and then ditches them. She doesn't correct them only because it keeps her at the top where she belongs. She doesn't comment back on it because she allowing them to think they got away with something is just as fun as confronting them on it.




Aaron


Aaron watching at Louis talked and talked and talked. He has never met someone that has talked this much in his life, until right now. First he was shocked that they were in the same grade which was typical with most people since not everyone knows, but them he tried to guess what kind of science guy he was. And to be honest Aaron didn't really care. He never really liked science. Then he suggest walking to class. Aaron nods and walks with him. Aaron sees everyone, but doesn't make eye contact. He does not want to talk to anymore people, even if he really isn't talking to Louis.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Beck Hades

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Elisa Grace


Elisa wasn't use to physical contact, she never had been; not even before her life took a pathetic twist down the drain. Her family had never been one to hug or kiss or pat on the back, they simply were people that lived together in one God awfully large home. It was cold and unfeeling. Needless to say, she hadn't quite gotten use to Beck's sudden hug attacks. Being as tiny as she was, she could almost feel the wind being knocked out of her at the sheer force of his friendly embrace. "Good to see you too." She greeted in a quiet tone, hesitantly hugging him back. "And I'm okay. It's just...a day." Saying it was strange, bad, or good would have only caused a string of questions; and Elisa hated answering questions about her life. She would rather listen than be heard.

She noticed as Sabine had walked away, and wondered if it was something she had done. Maybe the girl simply didn't like Elisa? She kept wondering off without so much as a good bye, but Elisa shrugged it off. There wasn't anything she could do, and she wasn't one to force relationships with people. Either they happened or they didn't, and Elisa wasn't never one to initiate a friendship. As unsocial, nerdy, and shy as she was - friend making didn't happen often. With Beck, it had been different. Their friendship had developed rather naturally and almost surprisingly. He was a flirty, social butterfly...Elisa preferred Physics and video games over people. She assumed he would have gravitated towards more socially ambitious and beautiful types, like Marjorie, Charlotte, and Amanda. In fact, she assumed it was a mystery to them as well why such a flirty boy would be hanging around a reject like Elisa. But she liked having one person to call a friend, and his positive attitude always put a tiny smile on her face, so she didn't question it.

"What's your first class, B?" She asked, looking up at him with her green eyes.

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Character Portrait: Snow K Wren Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn

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Teagan Thorn


His phone vibrated again and he sent the girl in front of him a not-actually-sorry apologetic expression of arched eyebrows and fished it out from his pocket. He brought his messages up, disregarding Snow and their one sided conversation, favoring the text on the screen. He had a few messages, two from teammates that he often hung out with, but wasn't actually friends with. They were just people he got on with, no one important, though he couldn't really call many people on his contacts list important. The last message is what really grabbed his attention, a blocked number, and the lull in his movements before he opened it.

To: Teagan Thorn
From: Blocked Number
Don't act dumb, I know you're not. You must be pretty smart to get away with selling pills.. ;) - Anon. x


It was about now that he wished he had skipped school. He could have spent the day dominating in League, or listening to old records, sleeping the day away and hanging out with his number one best friend in the whole wide word - Gordie. Okay, so Gordie was a Chilean Rose tarantula, and Gordie was also female, but Teagan figured an arachnid wouldn't really mind if their name was inherently male. He was beginning to think he was more like his parents than he liked to admit, and quickly tossed the thought aside. This time he didn't respond to the message, instead he just pocketed the phone with hopes that this terrorist would just decide to leave him alone for good.

Or at least, he could ignore the problem until later. This person knew he was a dealer, and for some reason, his mind twisted his issues until that became his number one concern. He wouldn't just be thrown off the team for that, but expelled and put into jail for good measure. Maybe it was just a way to forget about the other shit. "Well, I'll see you around Snow, later." He spoke bluntly, not waiting for her to respond to anything he had said. It wasn't as if he really cared, just like he didn't care if someone ended up with a bad drug dependency because of him. Humans were convenient to be around in certain settings, though close interpersonal relationships were to be avoided. They were more trouble than they were worth. Teagan closed his lockers and waved her off, walking in the other direction, occasionally greeting people he knew with wide smiles and the contact of hands.

God was giving him a little mercy though. He may not be able to take part in his only passion because of this damn fractured arm, but he did get physics first thing in the morning, a lot better than any history or math class. He may not achieve the best grades, and wasn't a science genius, but he did enjoy hands on classes. Experiments and the like, it got him on his feet and really engaged the mind, opposed to sitting around trying to write essays. The boy took a seat near the back right corner, setting his bag on the table he had chosen and resting his head on top of it, burying his face. Sadly, there would be no such thing today, only first day of school lectures and mindless chatter.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Beck Hades

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Beck Hades


"Yeah, nothing new though, been dealing with their torment for awhile now..."


His eyebrows lowered over his hazel irises. One thing Beck could not stand was bullies; he knew that some people were just too polite and mousey to turn round and speak their minds. He had experienced a whole group of people picking at him before and knew how over powered he felt, but he always had his Shards there for him. Who did Sabine have? She didn’t seem to have anyone. "Don't let them get to you, they are just jealous of you and that actually have a sense of individuality." He dared a glance at Amanda, who seemed to be also viewing viewing him. As they locked eyes a smirk rose upon his lips as he explained to Sabine. Though he had to admit, they were extremely sexy and beautiful girls, however a bad personality lowered their charisma levels greatly. Also they lacked hobbies, and hobbies were something that Beck found very nteresting though he had never had time to find his own skill. "I am glad you’re not a clone of them..." As quickly as she arrived the raven haired girl left, and Beck bid her farewell with a light wave of her hand. "Cya Missy!"

The blonde youth smiled as her frail arms accepted his sudden embrace. Her touch so gentle and meek, the complete contrast of himself. Beck kind of felt like he was holding a tiny little girl rather than someone of his own age. For some reason his heart sank a little every time he felt her pressed up against him, but so far the penny had not quite dropped. She just didn’t seem perfectly healthy to him, and being honest he felt he was lieing to himself every time his voice stated that she was "Ok".

"What's your first class, B?"


Beck blinked at her as the question was asked, a comical but thought filled expression upon his handsome face. "Erm...You are not meant to ask me difficult questions..." The blonde pulled his time table from his back pocket, lightly stroking his phone wondering if such a response from the secret emerald stalker was to meet him agains soon. Becks eyes scanned the sheet half heartedly reading...

"Spanish...Fuck my life..."

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn

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Sabine was quietly list her music, humming sodtly and writing in her notebook, trying to come up with new song lyrics when she looked up to see a bag set on the table she was sitting at. She looked up to see Teagan sitting down at the table she was at, and he didnt seem to notice she was there, which wasnt new, she was kinda used to being not noticed, which she really doesnt mind. She watched Teagan lay his head down on the table, she pulled one of her earphones out of her ear and looked to Teagan "Rough morning? well...your not the only one" she mumered so it was loud enough that Teagan could hear her. She continued to write but kept one earphone out so she could hear if Teagan said anything.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn

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Teagan Thorn


He shifted his head, resting his chin on folded arms and soft jacket sleeves. The girl across his table, earphone in her ear and writing on a page, jotting down word after word. It took a moment for him to register that this was Sabine, the girl he had met earlier today. He must of be really out of it, or she was one of those types that managed to stick out and still remain a shadow. Maybe it was the dark clothes and hair, he certainly never really noticed her until today, she had just been that girl he recognized in hallways and in the gossip of various girls. They always used the same phrases; bitch, slut, emo freak, it didn't tell him anything at all, until he finally muted away their mindless chatter.

Teagan yawned into his sleeve, drowsiness on his breath. "Yeah, no kidding." Halfhearted laughter edged his comment, sitting up straight and rolling his shoulders. He wished he could make himself feel better just by remembering that so many people had it worse; starving people in their world countries, oppression, bombs going off every day and slave labor. However, it was hard for him to care about issues that didn't meet his own life, and he hardly felt guilt from using a pencil made by some seven year old Chinese kid. Everyone had their shit problems, but he wasn't interested in sitting around in group therapy, and changed the subject.

The classroom continued to fill with students, waving to one another and pairing off. A handful sent those friendly greetings to him, returned in meaningless smiles. There was no one he was too familiar with in this class; just people that enjoyed playing pretend, and he'd rather stay away from them for now, not in the mood for stories that started with 'So this girl and I..' and 'We got so high..'. "What are you listening to?" He asked, half out of true curiosity, the other half to fill the void between them.