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Rhia Prinsloo

Life is too important to be taken seriously.

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a character in “Another Year at the Buckley School”, as played by cc.jones

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"BUCKLEY HIGH'S YG BAD ASS"
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"There's a little bit of devil in her angel eyes."
-Anonymous


{SUMMER}

{OUTSIDE}

{BURN}

{SURRENDER}

{YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT}

{YOUNG BLOOD}

{HEY MAMA}

{BREAK THE RULES}




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Full Name
Jacqueline Rhiannon Prinsloo
"Almost everyone knows me as 'that one girl that seems to fuck everything up whilst not seeming to give a damn'. I kinda have a reputation at this school."


Nickname
Rhiannon (common; liked) Rhia (Sometimes) Jackie (family only) Rice (used by Casper; liked) Coco (Rarely; accepted) Hookah (rarely; adored) Babe (friends; adored) BHS fuck-up (explains Jacqueline in 1 word) Prinsloo (used by the authority and shit, sometimes A & B listers) YG Blood (sometimes)
"I've got more nicknames than I can count. Some of which are based on my exotic personality i.e, bhs fuck-up, coco, young blood .. though hookah would have to be my ultimate fav. Others, like rhiannon, jackie, babe, and prinsloo are some of the generic ones."


Date of Birth
October 31, 2000
"Pretty fucking weird how I was born on Halloween. If i'm not some sort of sinister I don't know what is."


Zodiac Sign
Scorpio
"Don't assume you know me by what you heard. I grow daily. Your source might have outdated information."


Nationality
45% Namibia //18% Welsh // 20% Dutch // English 17%
"Ancestry.com helped a lot. You should try it."


Sexuality
Bisexual; Heteroflexible
"I'm not into labels. As long as you have two eyes and two legs, I really don't give two shits."


Sexually Active?
Must you ask [???]
"Do you even know who you're asking? Jacqueline Rhiannon Prinsloo. C'mon, I've lost my virginity at the age of thirteen. Sex defines me, well, not in a slutty type of way. I can tell you that I'm not a slut. I'm just.. unstable. A fuck-up. A bitch that fucks everything up. As I was saying, sex is great. Sex,sex,sex. I'm pretty sure that's the only thing going on in the minds of today's generation of teens."


Relationship Status
Single
"Though I've had numerous boyfriends, I'm not ready to settle down. I just don't do committed relationships. They're waste of time. You only live once, do it by living wisely."




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How old does he/she appear
Fairly young; early twenties i.e, 20-22
"I look my age, if not just a tad bit older. Prob somewhere in the early twenties. It helps when I'm sneaking into clubs and shit."


Age
Seventeen
"It sucks know that I'm getting older. It seems just yesterday I spoke my first words: Vagina. Ever since then my parents knew that I was a Devils' child. Haha, I'm just curious of what they think of me now."


Height
5 ft 8 in or 173 cm
"I'm like a walking Empire State building if you ask me."


Weight
51 kg or 112.5 lbs
"I have one helluva high metabolism. Believe me, if I didn't I'll be one fat ass. Just saying."


Measurements
32-24-34 in or 81-61-87 cm


Bra Size
32B
"Sadly, I have no tits which is why I'm thinking of getting a boob-ey transplant. I don't know. If my father ever approves of it."


Dress Size
4 (US) or 34 (EU)


Body Build
Ectomorphic; slim, skinny like sticks w/ long legs
"I eat so much, it's redonkulous. My mother always told me that my weight is going to come back and bite me in the ass- literally. But oh fucking well, McDonalds is life.. yolo. That's my motto."


Shoe Size
8.5 (US) or 39 (EU) or 6 (UK)


Shape of face
Square
"I have a square-ish looking face; the typical bony jawline, forehead, cheekbones, and jawline are almost the same width.."


Distinguishable Marks-Tattoos?
Tattoos- x,x,x,x,x,x,x,x,x,x,x,x
"I remember when I first asked my dad if I can get a tattoo and he said yes, but what he really wasn't expecting was for his daughter to come home with twelve tattoos; all in different areas around my body. He was pissed! But I soon explained to him that memories are forever, tattoos are permanent. The inspirational speech didn't seem to help, otherwise I still wouldn't be grounded."


Physical Disabilities
Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder, "ADHD";A chronic condition including attention difficulty, hyperactivity, and impulsiveness.
"If you have not noticed though I'm pretty sure you have by just looking at me, I do have ADHD, and I'm not afraid to say so. I'm very hyper, always jittery, and on the constant move. I can almost never stay in one place for so long. I just can't. I like moving around, jumping, skipping, whatever it takes to control my hyperness. However, I do take stimulants two-three times a day, but we all know that it barely works."


Eye Color
Hazel; blue
"My eyes are practically mysterious."


Glasses or Contacts
Yes; reading glasses
-[x]-[x]-[x]-


Skin
Tann-ish, white


Hair Color
Blonde; ombrΓ©


Hairstyle/s
[HAIRSTYLE 1],HAIRSTYLE 2],[HAIRSTYLE 3],[HAIRSTYLE 4],
[HAIRSTYLE 5],[HAIRSTYLE 6],[HAIRSTYLE 7],[HAIRSTYLE 8],[HAIRSTYLE 9]

"I usually let my hair express itself; however, if I'm not lazy I might just spice it up a bit. It all depends."


Style
Edgy
"I have an dark, edgy type of clothing style that defines me in so many ways. I usually like to stay away from bright colors."


Accessories or Jewelry
Barely- beanies, dark shades, gauges; depends what she's wearing.
"I barely where any jewelry or accessories. The closest you'll see me wearing is a beanie and dark shades. I was never a huge fan of bangles and stuff, however, i love gauges. Though if I was wearing a certain outfit that is in need of excessive jewelry, i'll wear it no problem."


Standard Outfit/s
[OUTFIT 1],[OUTFIT 2],[OUTFIT 3],[OUTFIT 4],[OUTFIT 5],[OUTFIT 6],
[OUTFIT 7],[OUTFIT 8]

"You don't know what to expect of me generally when it comes to a certain outfit. Tomorrow I may even come to school wearing a onesie if I feel like it. My clothes are just very edgy and comfy."


Overall Attractiveness
9.7/10
"I don't want to brag, but I'm pretty hot. I'd date myself if I was ever up for it."




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Grade Point Average
four point eight [4.5]
"Wait for it...wait for it..BOOM! A four point five grade point average. See, I'm not as retarded as you think I am. I'm in advance classes, I get good grades, well, only when I actually try and we all know that's less likely to happen. Cheating does pay off i guess. Ha! I'm kidding. My good grades are all on me. And Casper Hopkins as well. Cool kidd, cool kidd. He's got a bright future ahead of him. I'm being the least bit sarcastic."


Drives and Motivations
Her exotic personality
"Y'know, I've been told so many times that I have a very... interesting personality and that I'm always fun to hang out. I actually use my personality to motivate me through tough times. My personality is what gets noticed, it's what separates me from basically being normal because no one wants to be normal. Normal's boring, and I'm not the type of girl to be caught up with boredom. Generally, I like to have fun."


Immediate Goals
"Growing up I have always dreamed about working for the Circus. However, I've grown up, partially. And if you haven't noticed, I have an interest in music, the development of music, making music, music in general has always been my thing. When I graduate I want to work in the record industry, in dreams of producing my works. I'm really not a big fan of actually going to college. I'm not like my brothers. That's not what I want to do."


Long Term
"Hopefully by then I'll be a famous musician and record producer. I'll travel the world, see new things, explore. I have not found if I'm willing to marry anyone by that chance or even have children. It's never been in my interest. I like to spread my wings and soar. I can't be tied down all the time. I like running solo on things most of the time."


How the character plans to accomplish these goals
"Well, no matter how much I hate the general idea, i guess I'll stay in school, I can tell you that. Get my education. Blah, blah, then I'll break the news to my parents that I have zero interest in going to college, and of course that'll break their little sympathetic hearts, but they'll get over it eventually. Then, I'll pack my bags and start my music career. Whether or not I'll have the support of my parents."


Where do you see yourself in five years? Ten years? Twenty years?
"Living under a bridge with a hobo named Kevin. Ha! I'm kidding. I see myself living the dream as a famous musician with the support of adoring fans. I'll be single of course, no children. And, yeah. I'll travel a lot."




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Hobbies
Beatboxing [x]; making music in general
"What most people don't know is that I can actually beatbox. And it's funny because what is a skinny, five feet eight inch white girl from new york be beatboxing? I'm actually really good at it. At least that's what I like to think. It takes skills to accomplish something as difficult as beatboxing. It isn't easy I can tell you that. You have to have rhythm, and you have to explore sound with you mouth. But in general making music is what I do best. It's a well-known talent of me."


Plays a musical instrument?
Yes; vocals [x]-[x]-[x], drums [x], acoustic guitar [x]
"I enjoy singing. I sing every were from showers to in my car.. I sing whenever and wherever possible. I think my parents are getting tired of it. The best thing that happened to my singing career is that I even got to sing a duet with Pharrell Williams [x]. Other than singing, I can play the drums and the guitar fairly well. Not better than Caspian I can tell you that, but I'm getting there gradually, but surely. I have less rhythm in my hands. "


Plays a sport?
Yes; captain and striker for the girls' varsity soccer team
"I give my soccer team my full dedication in leading them to victory this year. I'll give them my full support and be the best teammate to them as I can be. I'm not setting up for losing this year. Other than soccer, I really don't have any sport that I'm interested in. I have yet to figure out if I want to try out for the swim team later in the year."


Spending habits
Coffee
"I have a really bad addiction to Starbucks, as I'm often told. I drink about five Caramel Macchiatos' in a day. I don't just want coffee, I need it. How else am I suppose to stay fully awake during all my classes? It's very important that I am stoked with some type of caffeine beverage, I even have a doctor's note explaining my condition. I don't know what else I'm supposed to say, besides the fact that I just love coffee."


Smokes?
Often to rarely
"Let's be honest- I'm not a crack head like my friend Caspian. I rarely even smoke pot with him, and most of the time is because he doesn't want to be the only one. He needs company or some shit. I don't know. What I do know is that I don't always smoke. Smoking always leave my breath with this tangy very rancid taste in my mouth that is always unflattering. It's provoking."


Drinks?
Definitely
"Oh, yeah. I drink though it depends on the type of alcohol we're talking about. I don't drink beer [x] nor I'll drink hennessy [x] because last time I drank that, I was leaning of the toilet puking up a storm for hours and hours on. Therefore, I try my best to stay as far away as possible from the overly heavy drinks. I'm not looking forward to getting a hang-over. Like I said, I drink, but expecially vodka [x], it's my favorite."


Quirks
Unhealthy Obsession w/ Chocolate
"If there's one thing that I can't live without it would have to be chocolate. Look, I'm not trying to sound as crazy as I am, but I find it hard for me to live without eating at least one piece of chocolate. What American is able to service without the addicting, creamy goodness? I know I can't. I have this unhealthy obsession with chocolate that both my parents and doctor is trying to fix; however, whatever they do never seems to work. I honestly don't understand why they would even waste their time. As crazy as I may seem, believe me when I say that I love my Tootsie Rolls, and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.




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Greatest Joys In Life
Her Motorcycle [x]
"My Ducati Diavel is my baby. I don't let anyone ride it, go near it, breathe on it, hell don't even think about staring at it without my permission. I love it so much, and I always know how to take great care of it. Ever since my Uncle took me on a joy ride on the back of his when I was eleven years old, I've always had this love for motorcycles. I enjoy the rush and the thrill it gives me, especially when I'm going at 80 miles per hour on a 65. It's insane. The wind blowing my hair back. The best is at stoplights when people look over at me, gawking in awe at a girl riding a motorcycle ten 10x's her size. It's just great. "


Greatest Fear
Seeing her loved ones hurt
"I'm not one to fear a whole lot, but I guess one of my biggest fears is seeing my family hurt. The Prinsloo's have grown to be a strong bond, we stick together through thick and thin, and if one of us fall then we all do. That's the way I see it. Like, me and Bea are the only two going to Buckley, and I'm trying my best to keep a close eye on my baby sister for the simple fact that she's my sister and I don't want to see her hurt or else someone at this school will be getting an ass whooping, and I don't care for expulsions. Don't hurt mine."


Priorities
wip
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Life Philosophy/s
What is the point in living if you at least don't at least try to do something remarkable?"
-John Green, Paper Towns

β€œAs long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.”
-John Green, Paper Towns

β€œI just did some calculations and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit.”
-John Green, Looking For Alaska


Personality

"Jacqueline Rhiannon Prinsloo brings nothing but smiles to Buckley High. From her good looks to her enigmatic personality, it seems hard to resist her. Though most love her, others scold her for being so different from the world. She doesn't believe in fairy-tales, marrying, finding your one true love thus having a happy ending in the end. No, Rhiannon believe that there's more to it than just living the life that everyone expects you to live. She recalls that life is a journey, with problems to solve, lessons to learn, but most of all, experiences to enjoy. Life to her is nothing, but a never ending mystery.

Rhiannon has the confidence-span that only goes on in on. She's a confidence girl. She's not afraid to voice her opinions, or say what's on her mind whether or not it'll be appropriate. Confidence is key to doing the unknown that you had no idea you'll be doing. She would even come to school wearing only her bra and panties; if she could, she would. She's a bold individual. Her confidence and courageousness borders between being a good thing, to being narcissistic.

The next thing people often notice at first hand is Rhiannon's witty side. She is humorous even when she's trying not to be. She knows how to crack a smile out of someone by only quirking her eyebrows. It's difficult being in a bitchy mood around her because she always knows how to break you. Rhiannon is a great girl. Nothing can bring her down. She's always on the move that makes it harder for others to keep up with her."




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Favorite color/s
Purple, Black
"I'm a huge fan of both purple and black."


Least color/s
Orange
"If there's a color I hate more than life on earth, it would have to be orange. God! It's such a horrible color, like whoever thought of it should just excuse themselves from human existence. I really really do hate it so much. It never looks good on me, nor does it one anyone else. Instead they look like a walking traffic cone, haha it's that terrible."


Music
Depends
"I'm not necessarily picky with music. To put it simply, if it has a nice catchy beat then I'll most likely listen to it. My taste in music is pretty much all over the place as if right now. One day I could be listening to Pop, to R&B, to full on Rap. I love it all except for Country. I hate Country soo damn much, like what the fuck are they even singing about most of the time? 'Hangin out on a Saturday night, my tractor, baby next to me we bangin it' HAHA! Just pure horror. I guess my favorite musical artists would have to be Calvin Harris [x], Nikki Minaj [x], and Ellie Goulding [x] is pretty dope too."


Literature
Classic mysterious, horror novels
"I don't do much reading, but whenever I do find time to read I enjoy the old, mystery classics, like 'And Then There Were None' [x], 'Ten Little Indians' [x]. Agatha Christie is one of my favorite authors. Another is Scott F. Fitzgerald author of 'The Great Gatsby' [x], and Stephen King's 'Carrie' [x] and 'Bag of Bones' [x]."


Form/s of Entertainment
Songwriting, Singing in Record studio, Going to concerts, Social Media; 4.8K friends on Snapchat [x], 1.8M followers on Twitter [x], 250K followers on Tumblr [x], 3.4M followers on Instagram [x], 780.9K followers on Youtube [x]; Partying
"Most of my time is spent in the recording studio; however, I do a good amount of hanging out with my friends, partying.. goofing off mostly. I'm never bored, but if I do get stuck in a position where there's nothing to do I almost always find a way out and make my own fun. I can't stand sitting around all day doing anything because that's not what life is about. Life is about moving around and living life to the fullest while you still can, while you're still alive, and take risks in the process."


Most Prized Possesions
Her motorcycle
"Look, my motorcycle is my LIFE. Just don't touch it, go near it, breathe near it, or look at it and there won't be a problem alright? ."




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What was your Childhood Like?
Normal; supportive
"Like any other teenager, my childhood was practically normal. I have two loving parents, two older brothers, an older sister, and a young sister. With a family of seven, life couldn't get any better for us. My parents often supported us. My siblings often annoyed me. We were indeed the average 'American family'."


Childhood Hero or Idol
Madonna [[url=https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=madonna]x[url]]


Dream Job
Musician and Record Producer


Schools Attended
Pre-K - Little Red SchoolHouse NYC [x], Elementary (K-5) - Trinity School [x], Middle & Freshman (6-9) - Horace Mann School [x], High School (9-12) -Buckley School [x]
"My parents had sent me to some of the most elite schools in the United States though I never understood why. Hollywood High is probably the first and only diversity I've ever went to."


Currently Living With?
Both parents and four siblings
"I live with both parents and four siblings all together."


Pets
Destiny's Golden Retriever (Maximus "Maxx") boy gender, alive- [x]; Siberian Husky German Shepard mix (Lucky, prior to his luckiness) boy gender, alive -[x]; Siberian Husy (Maisie) girl gender, alive- [x]; Russian Blue Cat (LuLu) female gender- [x]; Beagle (Belle) girl gender, alive- [x]; Texel guinea pig (Professor Smittenwell) boy gender, alive- [x]; Palomino Quarter Horse (Aladdin), boy gender, alive- [x]; American Saddle back (Chestnut), boy gender, alive- [x]


Occupation
Part-time model for TeenVogue [x] and Seventeen magazine [x] full-time student at Buckley High
"When I'm not at school. I mostly modelling for magazines and the like. I usually don't start my modeling until during the summer because my parents don't want it interfering with my school work. My salary is about 50 dollars an hour or so."


Finances
Filthy Rich
"As a surgeon and a part-time realtor, I would say that my mom makes around 800,000 per year plus that of 500,000 in investment. My dad; however, makes around 37-80 thousand a year just as a traveling agent, but as a lawyer he make about an average salary of over 400,000 per year. Both of my parents are exceedingly wealthy pupils. They both had recently been nominated as one of the few top billionaires in the United States. "


Home
Address:3331 Clerendon Rd
Beverly Hills, CA 90210
Nestled serenely in the private Mulholland Estates, this elegant 6-bedroom, 6-bath tennis court estate is a perfect California lifestyle home with a luxurious indoor/out living flow for entertaining. Grand formal foyer and living room with soaring high ceilings and double height windows. Gourmet kitchen opens up to cozy family room, wood paneled office/library, formal dining room. All French doors open up to unique patios/fountains surrounding the home. Secluded backyard luxuriates in a resort-style setting. Beautiful views from the balconies, veranda, heated pool/spa. Gym located adjacent to the N/S tennis court. Impeccable attention to detail throughout. This home is truly a must see. Owner holds California real estate license.

Front view, Front Door
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Foyer
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Sitting Room
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Living Area
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Dining Area
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Breakfast Area
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Kitchen
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Office Area
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Laundry Room
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Upstairs/Balcony
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Master bedroom (Parents' bedroom) w/ master bathroom and closet
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Destiny's bedroom w/ closet and bathroom
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Thomas' OLD bedroom w/ closet and bathroom
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Matt's OLD bedroom w/closet and bathroom
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Rhiannon's bedroom w/closet and bathroom
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Behati's bedroom w/closet and bathroom
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Den
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Home gym
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Home Theatre
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Tennis Court
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Pool w/ hot tub & spa
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Yacht
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Transportation/s
Catherine's black 2015 lexus ls
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George's 2016 acura rdx and silver 2015 lamborghini aventador
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Matt's white 2015 ferrari f12 berlinetta
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Thomas' black 2016 porsche 911
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Rhiannon's silver 2014 vanquish Aston Martin and Ducati Diavel
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Behati's baby blue 2016 fiat 500
-[x]-


Hometown
New York City, NY




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Father || George Prinsloo || 43 || Lawyer and Traveling Agent || Currently Alive
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Mother|| Catherine Prinsloo || 38 || Surgeon and Realtor|| Currently Alive
Relationship: "."

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Brother || Thomas Prinsloo|| 24 || Stanford college student || Currently Alive
Relationship: "."

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Brother || Matt Prinsloo|| 20 || UCLA college student || Currently Alive
Relationship: "."

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Sister || Behati "Bea" Prinsloo || 16 || Buckley School Student (11th) || Currently Alive
Relationship: "."

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Sister || Destiny Prinsloo || 6 || Elementary Student || Currently Alive
Relationship: "."




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What are you most looking forward to this year?
Mischief
"Let's just say Buckley High is going to be prone to a helluva lot of mischief in the next, and I'm more excited to be the cause of it all. As long as Casper Siyansky is at me hip, we can stir up trouble and pranks with the snap of our fingers."


Lifer? Or Newcomer?
Newcomer
"We moved to Los Angeles from New York about a couple years ago to my mom's new job transfer. Honestly, I could care less about the move because I was getting expelled from Horace Mann School anyway for putting a soda and color bomb in the girl's locker room. It wasn't even that bad. Anyway, it's good to start fresh or whatever."


Grade
Senior [12th]
"Unlike my good friend Casper Siyansky, I was able to graduate from Junior year with more than enough credits. A huge thanks to the nerds and geeks because without them I'd still be stuck with a reading level of 3.1. I respect them for that."


Clique?
The Rebels
"Hey, I know what you're thinking. I don't bite... unless I'm told."


Place on the Social Ladder
The A-List
"Just because I'm an A-lister doesn't mean I necessarily have to be a manipulative bitch just to keep my place at the top, that's what the Royals are for. I'm a Rebel. I don't give two shits about this whole social status and whatnot, as long as you stay out of my way from having fun we won't have a problem babe."


Are you happy?
Why wouldn't I be?
"All I'm saying is even if I was with The Drifters, I'd still manage to find a way at the top one way or another. Confidence is key to popularity, you've just gotta find that quirk that'll surprise your peers. "


If you could be apart of any other clique which would it be? Why?
None
"HAHA! You're shitting me, right?"


Secrets
Black belt in Martial Arts
"Don't tell anyone, but I'm a certified ass kicker when it comes to fighting. Been taking Martial Arts since I was four, so I'm pretty much a natural born ninja."


Do you plan on joining a club or sport this year?
Yes; captain and striker for the girls' varsity soccer team, along with member of the Varsity Club
"I try somewhat to stay involved in school, but honestly seven hours in that place is enough for me. I'm not the most involved student, but being captain of the soccer team makes up for it."


Best Subject?
English


Worst Subject?
Math

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Rhia Prinsloo's Story

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Caspian hadn't heard about the party until Rhiannon appeared at his door step wearing a skirt short enough to send many to swoon at her every passing including Casper who was now leaning against his front door, his eyes trailing the body of the blonde beauty that was standing before him. It was no surprise that Rhiannon was undeniably gorgeous with long legs seen strutting atop many catwalks and the halls of Buckley in such a confident manner. Each feature Rhiannon bore from her fox eyes like icicles, penetrating against her victims making them vulnerable with every glance to her slim, hourglass physique often seen in a simple tank top low enough to show cleavage, made Casper think of the possibility that he and Rhiannon would be more than friends. Obviously, that was never going to happen. They've been best friends since Rhiannon first transferred from some New York prep school to Buckley. They stuck together, like peanut butter on rye better than anyone else. Of course, they had their fair share of intimacy, but Casper doesn't do relationships and neither does Rhiannon. So, it seems reasonable for them to be a close pair.. a rebel and an animal.

Enjoying his view from where he stood, Casper let out a small whistle, "Damn". It was enough to cause Rhiannon to smirk, her lips soft, bold, and full that Casper urged to taste had it not been for him barely waking up and suffering from morning breathe. Still, it was a smirk regardless which meant that Rhiannon was pleased with the attention Casper was giving her. She loved attention. She found it necessary to be, and that certain enjoyment was often found in her stride with each step followed by a small bounce, and a look dangerously sexy enough to kill. Casper's teasing whistle was the start of her dramatics, "Eyes up the equator, Siyansky," she brushed passed him, inviting herself into his home, "And why aren't you dressed?"

After Rhiannon entered his house without a warning, he shut the door simultaneously bolt locking it, "Usually people 'ask' before entering a stranger's home." The comment made Rhiannon turn her attention from his high ceiling to her good friend, "I'm not like most people," she purred, "And you are no stranger." She left the conversation to his kitchen, her stilettos clicking against the marble flooring as she went, "Now, let's talk about more important things," Casper followed her to the kitchen where he was greeted by a bent over Rhiannon rummaging through his refrigerator, but it was her skirt that caught his view, or very little of it. She lifted herself up, pulling out a jug of fat free milk in the process, "Why aren't you dressed?"

"Dressed? For?" Casper implied, prying the jug from Rhiannon's lips. He watched as she moved swiftly to the open package of licorice his mother left unattended. She pulled at it's red vine with her teeth, and leaned against the counter with eyes mocking Casper, "The party of course."

Casper knew what she was doing. She was teasing him, making herself seem even the more irresistible with the attention he was giving her because he with him she had the "look, but don't touch" saying tattooed all over her body. And the little show that Rhiannon was giving Casper very well made him want to touch every inch of her. Everything was a game to Rhiannon, like a puppeteer manipulating the minds of her puppets only to see them falter under her touch. he is aware of the control she has over people and by knowing this uses it to her own amusement. Casper found it most annoying and entertaining of his friend.

He moved closer to her, taking the licorice from her perfectly, manicured hands, "I wasn't aware." Just as easily she sighted a bottle of whisky, and reached for it, unscrewing its cap, "Of course, which is why I'm here." Again, Casper grabbed the whiskey from her, but instead he set it down and positioned himself in front of her, so that they were pressed against each other, her back against the counter. With his grey eyes gazing down at her, he gave a prideful smirk, realizing he got her where he needed. "Y'know," he whispered down to her, his accent thicker than usual, "If you're thirsty you could've just asked."

As suspected, the naughty comment had no effect on Rhiannon as her smile matched Casper's. She gave a soft push at his chest,"Go get dressed."

Leaving Rhiannon downstairs to mess up whatever she could find, on his way upstairs Casper pulled out his cellphone sending Roman a text.

TO: Ugly Ass (aka Roman)
So, no one was going to tell me about the party?

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Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Roman Eliades Character Portrait: Rhia Prinsloo

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"She's badass with a good heart, soft but strong.
Unapologetic and honest. She's the type of
woman you go to war beside,
the type of woman you marry."
~ Rh Sin


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"...A medium cheese, light on the sauce." Rhiannon pressed her cell to her ear as she ordered for a Domino's pizza while she waited in the living area. She never tried pizza from Domino's, but it was rumored that their pizza was actually heaven on earth. What good would it be to try a slice or two that very moment? Surely, Casper wouldn't mind being greeted by the smell of its crisp baked bread topped with sweet, rich ripe marinara sauce, and warm melting mozzarella cheese coming from downstairs. If anything, he'd probably steal a slice himself for the sake he knew that Rhia wouldn't finish the entire pie herself.

Feeling thoughtful, she considered ordering a plate of BBQ wings on the side for her friend who was upstairs changing, unaware that the blonde that invaded his home was now ordering an entire meal to go. "The address is 2571 Wallingford Dr," she gave the cashier on the other line the address of the modern, French chateau estate which Rhiannon remembered by instinct. Ending the call, she proceeded to rummage through Casper's personal shit, shit that Rhiannon had no business being in, but the Siyansky's were like a second family to her aside from her actual. It seemed necessary for Rhia to get her hands on whatever she could find.

She made her way across to the sitting area where a picture frame caught her eye almost immediately. Having visited the Siyanskys' numerous times before she could tell that it was a recent frame. And being the nose body that she was, picked it up in her hands. She could tell it was a picture of a young Caspian at the age of four. It was the eyes that gave him away, its bluish- grey were focused on a cake- his birthday cake. Although, the reminisce of what was left seemed to cover half his face, but nonetheless it was his cake from Rhiannon could tell was for his celebrated birthday. However, it was the gold strands covering the boy's head in its neat, well kept style what caught most of her attention. She knew that Casper was once a blonde, but seeing an actual picture of the past brought her thinking why he ever went... dark. Surely, it had nothing to do with his parents splitting, his mom remarrying a much more successful man with riches enough to buy Ms. Siyansky whatever she pleased, but Rhiannon has been apart of the family long enough to know that, that had not been the case. Like any other hormonal teen, Casper craved excitement. He didn't enjoy the thought of living a life planned; college, job, marriage, kids, death. Each day was an unexpected cycle, he lived every passing hour without looking as far into the future and the past. He lived by what remained in the present which is why he took up the title amongst his peers as an Animal. He wished to live a life vivaciously, without regrets. And that's what Rhiannon loved most about Caspian Vaughn Siyansky.

Rhiannon was placing the frame back carefully into its position as the door bell sounded. She knew that it had to be the pizza delivery guy, but she didn't expect the food to be arriving for another fifteen minutes. Luckily, she spotted Casper's wallet left untouched, and pulling out a ten she went to greet the guy, hoping he'd forgive her for not having the exact amount. "Look, all I have is a ten, but-" looking up, instead she saw a pair of dark brown eyes, and bleached blonde hair that seemed all too familiar. "Well," the corners of her mouth lifted into a smug sneer, "if it isn't Roman Eliades. If I had known you were delivering pizza now, I'd ordered a couple pies for myself a long long time ago."

She eyed the handsome boy, admiring the body she had clawed at many times before during their time of "intervention". The leather jacket was a nice addition though Rhia couldn't stop herself from biting at her bottom lip. Casper's voice called from upstairs, breaking her from the trance, "Rhiannon, who was that at the door?"

Not taking her eyes off Roman, "Oh, no one," she lowered her voice for only Roman's ears to hear, "just your sweet, sexy friend who came to see you."

"Rhiannon, don't touch my ten!" She ignored him. Shifting her weight a little, she pushed open the door wider for Roman. "Are you going to come in, or continue looking like a lost puppy?" She pouted, teasingly.

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Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Jasmine Kim Character Portrait: Samuel Kim Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Roman Eliades Character Portrait: Rhia Prinsloo

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"She's badass with a good heart, soft but strong.
Unapologetic and honest. She's the type of
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the type of woman you marry."
~ Rh Sin


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"Life is short and unpredictable,
don't waste another minute on the people,
places, and the things that don't
make you happy."
~ Anonymous


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If there's one thing that Rhiannon knew about Roman was that he was an ass, hot, but an asshole nonetheless. So, it was no surprise that when she opened the door to an indifferent Roman, he stared back acknowledging very little of the babe that was Rhiannon Prinsloo. He had his fair share of girls that came and went, some that were a little harder than others to rid, but Rhia became a nice boost to his reputation. Young, wild, enigmatic, and insanely gorgeous, so who wouldn't want to be the lucky guy to say they banged Buckley's bad ass chick? Surely, Roman was that lucky guy enough to say he did. The two had "no strings attached" sex two.. three times within the last semester, so to say that Roman hadn't gotten her to bed would be an understatement. Nevertheless, they were friends, they were able to have a normal functioning conversation without having the urge to rip at each others clothes. At least that's what Roman was getting at when he referred to Rhiannon with his utmost, bullshitted ass formality as he brushed passed her, "Good evening, Miss Prinsloo." The greeting was enough for Rhiannon to roll her eyes, shutting the door after him. What a poser. Rhiannon knew damn well that if they weren't in the graces of Casper's home they'd be shoving tongues down each other's throats long before she opened the door for him.

"You mentioned pizza?" Rhiannon followed him to the kitchen where she found him rummaging through cabinets in dire need of something strong, an alcoholic beverage that would make him unconscious to his problems. And the long swig he took from one of Casper's step dad's Corona was enough to give Rhiannon a sign that something was wrong besides Roman's usual bitchiness mood that either she or Casper had to deal with. Something was off, and Rhiannon wanted to find what that something was. They had sex, sure, but can you blame a girl for caring the very least? She watched him lean over the counter, locking eyes with her on the other side of the room with one hand on her hip and a heel out; Rhiannon's infamous, defiant stance that meant she was business. "And where has my wife ran off to?" And then there was the finger tapping of his glass. As Rhiannon assumed, something had the princess distraught.

She walked towards him until they were both leaning over the counter. Face to face, Rhiannon could feel Roman's breath hot as it tingled her cheeks, and it was then when she really saw the color in his eyes. "You mean the pizza I had not ordered for you?" The corners of her mouth lifting into a mischievous smile, "Don't worry it'll be here shortly, and your 'wife' is upstairs getting dressed for the party no one had any business telling him, but don't worry" She leaned in closer to him, pressing her lips against his ear in a whisper "that leaves time for you and I to...chat." The distraction was enough for Rhiannon to successfully seize the beer for herself, purposely locking fingers with Roman in the process before taking a quick chug at his drink.

Catching her breath, she pried the bottle away from her lips and examined the content in her hands before turning her focus back to Roman. "Now talk, what's gotten you all worked up?" She gasped, "Don't tell me it's your shark week?" Pouting, she blinked her eyes at him once.


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The look Sam was giving Bea was priceless as he joined her in the back. She watched, amused as he strained to buckle his seat belt, his clothes looking a little to suffocating in various areas. For a second Bea worried that if he moved another muscle, his clothes might rip for being too tight. The thought of him loosing a button or two made Bea bite down on her bottom lip, suppressing herself before she exploded into fits of laughter. Still, seeing Sam struggle a bit was dorkishly adorable. He was dorkishly adorable in ways that Bea often had to look away at times ignoring the desire to reach across and ruffle his hair just to get him riled up, or better yet sink low in utter embarrassment.

A few moments in the car passed before Bea thought it was necessary to text her sister to see where she was at. She hadn't seen Rhiannon before Dad dropped Bea off at the Kim's residence due to her car being in maintenance at the shop. So, what better time would it be to text her now when Jas was driving to pick up Cat?

TO: Rye-Rye
YO! Where you at?


She examined the display as it informed Bea that her sister quickly read it within a few seconds it was sent.

From (1/2): Rye-Rye
At the corner of happy and healthy.

From (2/2): Rye-Rye
Kidding... I'm at Casper's.


Casper. The name was not foreign to Bea. She knew him well enough to know that he and Rhiannon were an inseparable pair, and he was nothing but trouble. He was always at the Prinsloo's house visiting Rhiannon of course; however, bringing up the devil's name in vain brought back the past Bea wished to never repeat. They almost kissed last semester at a party, or he was the one to almost kiss her. As if it was yesterday, the memories of what happened three months ago still linger, the talking, the "getting to know each other" without the presence of Rhiannon taking Casper on some wild espionage. That night made Bea realize that Casper was genuinely a nice guy whether the rumors were true, he seemed to be interested in her. That was until, without a warning, he leaned his head towards Bea almost immediately, and it was then when she could smell the stench of cigarettes and alcohol. He was as she least expected, wasted. Feeling embarrassed, ashamed she lightly pushed him away and walked off leaving a drunken Casper behind to flirt with some other poor girl who got their hopes up a little too quickly. She hadn't talked to Casper since. He'd go one way and Bea turned a heel to the opposite direction, but the fact that he continued on with his life as if nothing happened is what had hurt her the most. Casper was supposed to be her first kiss, and Bea knows for a fact that he was too wasted to remember ever talking with her, but she remembers clearly, and the worst part is she lived her life knowing that he thought of her nothing more than Rhiannon's baby sister, like everyone else at Buckley. Still, can you blame a girl for having the littlest crush on the school's bad boy? Although, she is aware where her boundaries lie, all of which don't involve Casper.

Hearing Sam's voice is what brought her back to reality, "Why are you like this?" He was talking to Jasmine of course, but there it was again, the pained side glances that he was giving Bea. She raised an eyebrow at him, chuckling a bit, "Hey, don't give me that look as if this was all my fault."

A few minutes pass, and they were outside of Cat's home not long before the little red head bounced in the passenger seat acknowledging everyone's attire until her eyes rested on Sam, she did a double take. "Tonight's going to be so fun! You all look so pretty," she beamed, " Even you, Sam!"

Bea returned the expression, "Thank you Kitty Cat, you look beautiful as well." She looked towards Sam as if to say, 'I told you, so', sticking her tongue out in the process.

The rest of the car ride had been quiet until Bea had overheard a familiar song on the radio, its funky tune was barely audible until Bea reached over for the volume tuner and turned it up to Max. She gasped, her eyes gleaming with excitement "I LOVE THIS SONG!!!" The song was Love Me Right by Exo, and immediately Bea started to match her body to the beat, her head dropping at every bass as she sang the lyrics out loud. She looked to Sam grooving her shoulder against his, "C'mon Kim, let loose."

People outside made no hesitation to rubberneck at the blonde vigorously whipping her hair left to right as they drove past. Bea was sure she was making a fool out of herself, but she didn't care if it meant that she'd crack a smile out of Samuel.

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Roman watched silently, eyebrow raised in amusement as the drink he had fished out for himself is taken from his possession for reasons unknown to him. His dark eyes reach across the counter top to watch the girl, wondering if she expected any sort of aroused reaction from the proximity of her lips to his skin. If so, she would be gravely disappointed.

"There are more in the fridge, you know." he states calmly, arms folded across his chest while the blonde all but chugs the entire contents of the bottle. As far as being worked up goes, it's obvious Roman isn't the only one if the way Rhianon is attacking the beer between her fingers is any indication of it. He must admit, a girl that can hold her liquor is damn attractive. Rhianon is damn attractive, but that's not something that interests him. At least not today. He knows she feeds off of the attention she receives from men, which is precisely why Roman isn't giving her any. It's nothing against her personally. Rhianon is more attractive than a lot of the others he's slept with, but the lack of interest in them during casual situations such as these is something Roman is known for. Love him or hate him for it, but it's a packaged deal and he really couldn't care less even if he tried.

"I don't make an attempt at getting you into my bed and you automatically assume something's wrong?" he asks in a joking tone, the corners of his lips quirking up slightly. "As shocking as it may be, I do have some self control." Roman has to hand it to the girl, she is a skilled observer and somehow managed to pick up on the tiny details. However, that doesn't mean she has the honor of knowing the reasons behind his unusual mood. That's something only a select few can say they have. The few that Rhianon, and sometimes not even Casper, are a part of. In fact, the main reason Casper knows of most of Roman's problems is because the man is annoyingly persistent and Roman's reluctant confessions are the only thing to shut him up. Despite that, there are some things that only two or three family members and the big man upstairs know of. Roman takes pride in his privacy.

"Well look at you" the man says the moment he notices Casper's presence, his hip and elbow leaning against the hard conter. "Getting all dolled up for me, I'm honored." He may have lost his alcohol, but messing with Casper is something that never fails to lift his spirits.

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Derek Escuyos Character Portrait: Sabina D. McCreery Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Nicholas W. Van Veenen Character Portrait: Jeanette R. Abategiovanni Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Jasmine Kim Character Portrait: Samuel Kim Character Portrait: Ace Bronson Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Malcolm R. Vincent Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Charlotte Bryant Character Portrait: Christopher Morgan Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Luke Escuyos Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Roman Eliades Character Portrait: Jasper Cameron Character Portrait: Rhia Prinsloo Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault

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Friday, December 9, 2016 | 8:30 PM


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At some point, Luke had lost Camila, Cydnee and Juliette - not that it was too much of a surprise. Royals just didn't show up to parties with Wannabes, which was fine. He wasn't salty, not at all. Plus, Aaliyah hadn't even been with them when they arrived, remarking that her niece had not been really asleep when Aaliyah had set her in her room. And considering the fact that Aaliyah never really ever, as far as Luke was concerned, didn't leave the house without checking in on the toddler, it made sense that she didn't want to leave when the girl obviously knew that she was still in the house. So, she was just going to get Malcolm to bring her after she made sure that the young girl had something on her stomach that wasn't a snack and was comfortable in her room. It didn't even occur to Lucas to even question it at the time because the tequila sunrise, combined with a shot or three - who's really counting - of the vodka Malcolm had brought, made him giddy for the night ahead of them. So, so what if the Royals promptly ditched him considering the fact that their queen wasn't present to force them to humor him? He didn't need them.

He totally did. Screw whatever his bitter tipsy side said.

Nevertheless, when it hit eight o'clock, Luke was having a pretty good time grinding against this scrumptious looking Animal. It wasn't his scrumptious, super mysterious for no damn reason but obviously in the best way Animal, sure, but Roman wasn't even his to begin with, let alone to be thinking about when he had hot, semi-sweaty male behind him. Buckley may not have been the most...open about a lot of things, especially sexuality, but house parties like these were where there really weren't no rules. You could do what you wanted with who you wanted. Granted, depending on who you were, you would probably want to keep a bit quiet if you were caught with a person far below you on the hierarchy, but again it was a party. Shit happened at a party. Not many took the time to judge at a party. And Luke was taking advantage, sucking down the contents of the wine cooler bottle like it was nothing but water. To him, it was considering it was pretty much a flavored beer and not at all as biting as something like vodka or tequila, but definitely enough alcohol to make him feel A-ok with everything. Including texting Rhapsody.

To: Rhaps
Stop sucking mi brotha's face & come dance wit me

To: Rhaps
Plz D: D: D: D:


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"Ok, but where do you wanna go next?" Genneya asked after stealing a handful from the fry basket on their table. By the time eight o'clock had come, she was starving, but had been in the middle of girls vs. boys skyscraper rope course race that she just had to give her all to because she would be darned if Louis thought for a second that the boys were going to win. Granted, she did love her some Chris, but he ultimately was grouped in with the rest of them and was the enemy at the time. Sadly enough, it was a tie that Genneya swore they were going to broke, but she was a part of their group that had wanted to go back to their tables and get their grub on. Her mom had rented the whole place out for the evening, leaving the lower school division to do as they pleased. So, Gigi hadn't even hesitated or felt the least bit ashamed when she grabbed three slices of the meat lover's pizza, a basket of lightly salted french fries that she totally was going to share with whomever she was sitting with - which happened to be Chris and a few other classmates - and a strawberry crush that had just been refilled.

She dipped a fry into what used to be Chris' large dollop of ketchup, but it was currently more of a puddle of tomato-y goodness that she was going to steal since their table didn't have a ketchup bottle and she didn't feel like calling to someone to bring her one or ask for the direction the one they had been using went. Besides, friends didn't let friends go without ketchup. There was a handbook and everyone needed to read it. After a few chews, she continued, "We could do the laser maze or the arcade...pretty sure I'm gonna kick your butt anyway, but I figured I'd let you decide which one you wanted to lose to me in."Grinning at her own audacity, Genneya playfully captured the straw from her cup between her lips, sucking the sweet carbonated beverage up to chase the salty fried goodness she honestly had an addiction to.

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β€œHere's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels.
The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently. They're not
fond of rules. And they have no respect for
the status quo. You can quote them, disagree
with them, glorify or vilify them. About the
only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things. They push the
human race forward. And while some may see
them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because
the people who are crazy enough to think they
can change the world, are the ones who do.”

~ Rob Siltanen


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Casper had absolutely nothing to wear. The hour he had spent rummaging through hundreds of clothes that were either worn or easily uninteresting as the next seemed useless. He knew that Rhiannon was entertaining her boredom, getting her hands on whatever she could. She was always impatient much to Casper's surprise she hadn't already come upstairs and dressed him herself. But as the minutes passed, Casper hadn't heard a glass shatter the only thing that became audlible was the sound of the doorbell ringing. It could have been Austen or Kayleen forgetting their key or something, but the possibility of that happening was low. Austen had left six hours ago to go camping with a couple friends, and Kayleen was with her boyfriend. Both weren't irresponsible enough to leave a key behind.

Casper called for Rhiannon, but she didn't answer. It didn't take him long to figure out what the hell she was up to; ordering pizza of course and the wallet he hadn't thought to bring upstairs with him meant that it was going to be paid with his money. "Rhiannon," he shouted as he struggled to squeeze himself into a pair of jeans, "don't touch my ten!" The girl will be the death of him. If they weren't the best of friends she'd be getting a one-way ticket to get the hell out of his home. Still, Casper knew that without Rhiannon by his side his life would nonetheless be mundane to say the very least. He enjoyed the company of the unpredictable blonde. She (with the exception of Roman) always managed to keep him on his toes, so when the doorbell sounded without him knowing who it was he just knew that she was up to no good, and throwing on the nearest clean t-shirt he could find as he left his room unsure whether his shoes were on the right foot or not, he was intended to find what it was.

On his way downstairs, he examined the foyer ensuring that everything was still in tact the way his mother had left it. Knowing his mother, if so much as a vase was out of place she'd find the next bus to ship him off reason being there were countless times where Casper threw parties in his parents absence, and something always had to get broken at the fault of some drunken Senior. Casper was on his last strike with his mother, so he was trying to be more careful with his surroundings, and Rhiannon forcing herself into his house just easily meant that shit was about to get fucked up real quick. It was a constant game of cat and mouse when it came to her, like Tom and Jerry. Casper was unluckily Tom in the situation.

The voices he was hearing were coming from the Kitchen where Casper had last left Rhiannon, so it wasn't a surprise to see his friend with a Corona in hand leaning over the counter near another presence he knew well, a little too well. Roman Eliades, blonde and undeniably moody as always. Neither was aware Casper was watching amused in the entryway as the two bickered at each other as if they were a wedded couple. "I don't make an attempt at getting you into my bed and you automatically assume something's wrong?" He overheard Roman say to Rhiannon, "As shocking as it may be, I do have some self control." As quickly as he came, Casper stepped into the conversation before Rhiannon can have a chance to bite back. It was like tearing apart two little kids when it came to them; a list of all things Casper hated, kids and stopping a fight of two.

"What the hell is going on in here?" he motioned to the opened box of Austen's Corona. He was going to get his ass chewed, one two many times. It was bad enough his mom was disappointed the moment she was informed by Deborah fucking Monroe that her son would be repeating another year, but now his friends who weren't even invited were now rainbows and unicorns sipping on his step dad's most prized possession. And of course Roman had to have some smart ass comment to go along as he turned his attention onto Casper. "Well look at you," the blonde joked, "Getting all dolled up for me, I'm honored." Before Casper could give him a piece of his mind, his phone buzzed in his back pocket almost simultaneously.

Realizing it was from none other than Poppy Rothschild herself, a smug expression boarded his face as he read her text.

FROM: Poppy
I hope you know you'll be mine by the end of the night


The booty call was tempting, a little too tempting much to Casper's degree. Poppy was hot, Casper was hot, so it was no shocker that they'd obviously find presence in each other's bed. She, like every other girl at Buckley knew about Casper's reputation, but that had not stopped her from throwing herself into his graces promptly. Unlike him, she was a Royal a little different than his usual Rebel and Animal taste, but still. What good would a boy be if they weren't their to give a girl what she wanted? Casper and Poppy preceded with their "no strings attached" relationship since they were sophomores, and that text that he was reading meant that things where still going as planned.

TO: Poppy
Actions speak louder than words, P ;)


After he sent the text, he seemed to forget why he was even mad until the doorbell sounded again, "And there's my cue." Rhiannon announced before she left to answer the door. It wasn't long until she came back with a pizza box and wings in her hands. Almost immediately, Casper rushed to go retrieve his wallet only to find the ten gone as he suspected. He returned to his friends holding his wallet open for Rhiannon to see, "Rhiannon, what the hell?"

He watched as the blonde pulled a slice from the box, pealed off its cheese, and popped it into her mouth, "Hey, I thought of you," she licked at her fingers, "I got you wings."

Ignoring her, he pulled out a lighter and his Camels from a nearby drawer. Lighting the cigarette between his teeth, his eyes darted to Roman who sat back amused, "This is your fault," he pointed a menacing finger at him, "If you had told me about this party she wouldn't be here, I would still have a ten dollar bill, and I would be getting fucked at this party it seems we're going to be late for-"

"-Fashionably late." Rhiannon corrected between a mouth full of pizza.

Immediately, he took out two bread stick from the box and heaved them at Roman and another thereafter for closure.

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Location: Siyansky Residence
Dialogue Color: #ee0000

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Successfully dodging, and even catching one of the bread sticks that are chucked in his direction, Roman bites into the soft dough with a mask of amusement. "Should have guarded your wallet better" he says in response to the acusations thrown at him, picking up one of the fluffy fallen sticks and heaving back in Casper's general direction, purposely missing his head. There's no reason why he should be blamed for anything. Rhianon could just as easily told him about the party that Roman didn't plan on going to in the first place.

Speaking of the blonde, he decides to join her by taking a slice of pizza for himself, despite her previous declarations that the Italian delicacy was not meant for him. Surely she can't finish it all on her own, and Roman is more than happy to help her out. While enjoying the feast he can feel Casper's glare boring holes into the side of his face, and Rhianon's too most likely, as he goes on about being on delicate terms with his mother. Roman knows that all too well, having heard it before from Casper himself. After rubbing his hands together as if he's brushing off dust, he pulls out a wing and holds it up to Casper's pouting face with a wickd yet undeniably charming smile. "Relax babe, have a bite" he teases and waits for the boy to accept the food before taking one for himself. "Just tell your folks it was my doing, I'm sure they'll forgive me just this once" he states confidently as his long finger pick bits of meat off of the bone. It's no secret that both Casper's mom and step-dad have taken a strong liking to Roman after the blonde managed to charm the pants off both of them. He's also never given them a reason to distrust him. Surely enough he can help Casper out of this predicament.

The time passes quicker than anticipated and now they really are fashionably late, as Rhianon described it. Not that Roman cares, in fact, th real party doesn't truly start until later into the night when everyone's had one too many drinks. He's still not pressed about going, but maybe he can find something, or rather someone, to lifts his spirits and follow him home at the end of the night.




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Samuel Kim
Outfit: Jasmine's creation
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #e6e600

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Sam is still not sure how and at what moment he managed to loose both Jasmine and Behati. Surely enough, it must have been sometime between Jasmine's third drink and a very pretty girl that he'd definitely never met before coming up and pulling him onto the dance floor and away from Bea. Most guys would be thrilled to be in his position, but the amount of unusual attention he's been getting since he stepped inside is making his head spin. All the sounds, colors and faces are starting to blend when he hasn't had so much as a single sip of alcohol.

Needless to say he's beyond relieved that the lights have been dimmed. It's the only thing capable of hiding his ruby red cheeks, a result of both the flirting and the lack of air his Jasmine-produced outfit provides. Sam had fully expected to feel out of place, but this is an entirely new world for him, because being flirted with constantly is not something Sam has any experience with, let alone knows how to handle. Because Samuel is the quiet boy that no one knows, the one that is never noticed. A wallflower in every sense of the word. He's certainly not the type to be looked at the way girls, and some guys have been looking at him throughout the night. He's already made a mental not to give Jasmine a formidable piece of his mind when they get back home, that is if he makes it out of here alive.

There's a new pretty girl in front of him now. She had found her way to him immediately after he'd managed to escape from the other. Thankfully, this girl is not forcing him to dance and her bubbly personality does manage to ease his nerves, if only a little. Still, even for a socially unaware and oblivious Sam, it's obvious that she's flirting and really only looking for someone to give her a good private after party. Which is why Sam doesn't hesitate on taking advantage of the few seconds she's using to get a refill to send out an SOS.

To: Jazzi, Bea, Charlie.
MSG: Help D':

He looks up just in time to catch her offering him a drink, but what catches his attention more than the strange and untrustworthy looking liquid in the red solo cup is a familiar face several feet away and coming towards them. The jock still hasn't noticed the troubled teen, probably being caught up in his own endeavors, but Sam can't help but to pray that as Jasper steps closer, he'll notice Sam's distress and get him the hell away from here.