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Rhys Griffith

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a character in “Brentwood School”, as played by Chandz

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F U L LXN A M E

      Rhys Winifred Griffith

N I C KXN A M E S

      Rhy | Preferred
      Winnie | Only used by very close friends and family

Z O D I A CXS I G N

      Libra

A G E

      Seventeen | 17

B I R T H D A Y

      September 29th, 1998

N A T I O N A L I T Y

      Australia Born

E T H N I C I T Y

      70% Welsh | 20% English | 10% Irish

S E X U A L I T Y

      Bisexual

R E L A T I O N S H I PXS T A T U S

      Single

O C C U P A T I O N

      Barista


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H E I G H T

      5’4”

W E I G H T | B O D Y XT Y P E

      121 lbs | Slender

H A I RXC O L O R

      Brown

E Y EXC O L O R

      Green

S K I NXC O L O R

      Fair

G E N E R A LXA P P E A R A N C E

      Rhys is a very simple type of beautiful. She wouldn’t consider herself to be a head turner but her simple beauty does catch the attention of few. Rhys is the type of girl you can’t help but admire. She’s got a sweet smile and these beautiful green eyes that you can get lost in. Her natural hair falls in gorgeous brown waves and curls down past her shoulder blades. Her body is slender and she stands at an average 5 foot 4.

      Her style is simple to follow along with the rest of her look and personality. She doesn’t like to go over the top with anything. Her go-to outfits are jeans and either a cute blouse or a simple tee shirt. However, she still loves to dress in dresses, skirts, or business casual outfits. Rhys is simple and doesn’t feel the need to stand out, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like to every once and a while.


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P E R S O N A L I T YXT R A I T S
      ✦ Allocentric ✧ Opinionated ✦ Friendly ✧ Stable ✦
      ✦ Aspiring ✧ Simple ✦ Genuine ✧ Whimsical ✦
      ✦ Creative ✧ Messy ✦ Respectful ✧ Skeptical ✦
      ✦ Quirky ✧ Kind ✦ Boisterous ✧ Reliable✦
      ✦ Resourceful ✧ Studious ✦ Stubborn ✧ Casual ✦

      Rhys is a big personality in a little person. Despite being a physically small person, she has a very ‘large and in charge’ type of personality. Rhys is the type of girl to keep to herself only in the sense that not many people can truly read her emotions or know much about her personally – but aside from that, she makes her presence known in any room she enters. However, even though she likes being known, Rhys isn’t one to worry too much about what other people think of her. She isn’t the type of person to get upset if she hears her name is floating around other people’s mouths or if someone is looking at her up and down as she makes her way down the hallways. Rhys keeps to herself occasionally but she has a quite outgoing personality, so if she hears her name floating around, she takes it more as a compliment that people are even thinking of her. She isn’t a ‘Royal’ by choice but that doesn’t mean people don’t know who she is. She comes from money but Rhys prefers to live modestly. She prefers to not associate herself with people she considers fake. Of course, she doesn’t think they’re all two-faced liars with skeletons buried so deep in their closets it’s about to burst. Rhys has her own secrets and understands everyone comes with baggage, she’s just less accepting of people who take advantage of their power like some of the royals do.

      Now, here’s the thing about Rhys. She’s very well aware no one is perfect and that everyone has their faults. She knows no one is a saint – but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t try her best to be the best damn version of herself. She’s proud of the fact that she’s a loud advocate for civil rights movements and she fights against social injustices. She’s proud of the fact that she stands up for what she believes in and does everything she can to stand up for those who don’t have a voice of their own. Rhys is loud, Rhys does not stand down when she has something stuck in her head. She’s headstrong but that can often come off as her being stubborn. Call it what you want, she’s a strong girl and she refuses to back down when she truly wants something. She’s not intense by any means but Rhys definitely has a strong personality.

      She’s quirky. Let’s put it that way. She sees the passion in people, she sees what makes their smiles glow, she sees what makes people strong. She likes to see beyond what people wear on the outside. She likes to break through their shells and really figure out what makes people for who they are. Perhaps that’s the creative side of her, the messy side of her, the genuine side of her. She sees people as colors, as different shades of reds and blues, of greens and of yellows. Rhys expresses herself through writing and photography. She’s got a big heart and a lot of spunk. She doesn’t care if people like her or not because she knows she can’t possibly please everyone. Her heart keeps her positive even when things seem dim and gloomy.

      There’s a lot to Rhys. She’s causal about things in public but her mind is often a mess. She’s always got a new idea, a new project, a packed schedule. She stays occupied, always keeping her mind busy so not to be alone with her thoughts. It’s been a few years since she’s been alone with her thoughts so Lord only knows what it would come to if she had a moment to actually sit down and think about what was going on in her life. She can be scatter brained sometimes but for the most part, her life is an organized mess. She knows what she needs, where she needs it and when. She’s a hard worker, too. Though she comes from a wealthy home, she enjoys having a full time job after school and often finds odd jobs to keep her photography career progressing. She never gives anything less than 110%.


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L I K E S

      ✦ Writing ✧ Journalism ✦ Photography ✧ Big sweaters ✦ Rainy/cold weather ✧ Horror movies ✦ Hot showers ✧ Flannels ✦ Coffee ✧ Hugs ✦ French Bulldogs ✧ Thrift shopping ✦ Collecting coffee mugs ✧ Painting ✦ Traveling ✧ Museums ✦ Hiking ✧ Sports


D I S L I K E S

      ✦ Arrogant attitudes ✧ Dark chocolate ✦ A lot of alone time ✧ Uncultured minds ✦ Disrespectful people ✧ Noodles ✦ Dressing up formally ✧ Chocolate desserts ✦ Sushi ✧ Milk ✦ Cleaning ✧ Pasta ✦ Being cold ✧ Bad breath


H A B I T S

      ✦ Spends hours in her photography studio – often forgets to eat because of it

      ✧ Speaking back to authority whenever she feels as though they are abusing their power – has landed her in overnight hold several times

      ✦ Cannot survive without a cup of coffee in the morning – normally she makes her own cup at home but if she’s running late, she’ll pick something up on the road

W E A K N E S S E S

      Reserved | Rhys has moved around so much in her lifetime that she’s never really had the time to really get to know people. So, while she has an outgoing personality, there’s so much she doesn’t share with people because for her, there’s no point in putting so much effort into getting to know people if she’s just going to have to leave again.

      Creative | Rhys is pretty different than the rest of her family. They’re a lot more logic thinkers while Rhys strives in creative atmospheres. That’s not to say she’s any less logical than they are – she simply prefers using art and the right-side of her brain more than the left and logic. Rhys is very intelligent but chooses to express her emotions, knowledge, and intelligence in less conventional ways.

S T R E N G T H S

      Disciplined | Rhys is a military brat. Her father is a marine and her mother in the navy. She's learned from a young age how to be obedient, how to be respectful and, how to be a strong person. She is discipline but she still has a fire in her that hates authority who abuse their power.

      Creative | Rhys has a colorful soul, as she likes to say. She sees so much in others; everyone to her has so much heart and so much potential. She expresses herself with photography mostly, but her passions include writing, painting and singing. Her photography is stunning, capturing sides of people, nature and life that can be unseen by the naked eye. She enjoys mostly taking candids of people; taking pictures that capture natural beauty without any type of facade.

G O A L S

      Intern | Rhys currently interns at a publishers office but she also wants to start working/interning at a woman's shelter as she wants to one day work with battered and abused woman.

      Travel | Rhys wants to pack a bag, charge a battery, buy a plane ticket and leave. She has a dream of backpacking around the world, not just Europe, with nothing but a backpack on her back and a camera in her hands. She wants to capture the beauty of unseen worlds everywhere around the world.

A S P I R A T I O N S

      Non-profit | Rhys wishes to start a non-profit organization that provides battered and abused woman a safe refuge from the violence in their lives, as well as provide additional on-going education and skill training so women can learn to be more independent and self-sufficient.

      Photography | While Rhys wants to start a non-profit for women, her true passion is photography. She hopes to one day have her own studio to work out of and have a company where she can dedicate her time to her art.

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      Owain Griffith | 51 | Father | Marine General | Overseas

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      Nia Griffith | 48 | Mother | Retired Navy Commander | LA

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      Madoc Griffith | 26 | Brother | Navy Third Class Petty Officer | Spain

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      Pryce Griffith | 22 | Brother | Actor | LA
H I S T O R Y
      Owain was merely a recruit when he met his future wife, Nia. The two were fresh implants at Boston College, having signed up for a student exchange program. This was Nia’s first year in America and her first year at college – this was Owain’s third year in America and in college. He had seen signed for Armed Forces Recruitment being held on campus and learned of the benefits, he decided he wanted to join in order to gain citizenship to America. He had just left a meeting with a recruiter and was high on the rush of signing his life over to the military; so, he didn’t notice Nia as he was walking away from booth and walked right into her. She yelled at him to pay attention to where he was going, but almost instantly he fell in love. Stunned by her beauty, Owain was at a loss for words. Owain mustered up an apology and within the same sentence asked her out, the rest became history.

      Owain spent many years in the force, until Nia decided she too wanted to become a citizen and enlisted into the marines. Today, Nia is retired while Owain is not. Through the many years that Nia and Owain have been in the armed forces, they had plenty of months and even years when they would never cross paths. Much of Owain and Nia’s starting relationships were spent talking to each other and loving each other through Skype and through hand written letters. It wasn’t until they finally were both on leave for a short period of time that they decided to solidify their relationship. Nia and Owain didn’t have an engagement or even a real wedding – the two quickly took to town hall one afternoon and married there as to not wait any longer. That same evening, their first son was conceived. Due to the pregnancy, Nia was forced to take a leave from the navy and was stationed with Owain in Germany, where their first son, Madoc, was born. After a few years, Madoc was sent to live with his grandparents back in Wales as both Nia and Owain went back on duty. Four years later, after another short leave, Nia was pregnant again with their second son, Pryce. They stationed in Brazil and that’s where Pryce was born. He, too, was sent to live with his grandparents in Wales. Lastly, came Rhys. She was born in Australia and was also sent to live with her grandparents. When Rhys turned 6, her mother retired from the Navy and decided to spend the rest of her time as a full time mother. For the rest of their lives, they’ve been following Owain around on his accompanied tours and whenever he cannot be accompanied, they stay in their last location until it’s time to move again. The family has moved around a considerable amount, from all over the country to all over the world.

      The Griffith family has been living in California for two years now. Owain’s most recent tour is an unaccompanied tour and the family was forced to stay behind. Currently living at home is Nia, Rhys and occasionally her brother Pryce. Pryce had a lucky break when he moved out to LA and was signed to a few tv shows and has become a small time actor – although, the show has picked up ratings and Pryce is becoming well known around the nation. Nia has become a fulltime real estate agent now that the kids are grown and has started her own estate company. The family is close, despite the fact that everyone does their own thing. The siblings are the closest of three siblings and talk daily if possible. There used to be a lot of animosity within the family as the kids were growing up. There was never a sense of stability for the kids and they used to be angered by this. They wanted to stay up but it never seemed plausible. After a while, the children learned to embrace the moves and made the best of every situation, no matter how much they hated being in a certain city or how much they didn’t want to leave another. Through this, all three siblings have grown close and nearly inseparable.

      Despite coming from a loving and well taken care for home, Rhys has found herself in a bit of trouble once or twice now. When Rhys was 13, the Griffith family was living in Spain. Rhys was becoming a fine young woman until she found herself in the wrong crowd of friends. Rhys became involved with drugs, alcohol and boys from a very young age. Within her group of friends was a young man named Rafael, who was 16. Rhys became involved with Rafael, and at the very young age of 13, Rhys lost her virginity to this boy. She got pregnant. Rhys hid her pregnancy for several weeks but about 3 months into her pregnancy, her parents learned the truth. While they were devastated that their daughter had gotten pregnant, Rhys was adamant about keeping the baby. A month later, Rhys had a miscarriage and lost the baby. She plummeted into a deep depression. Rhys did months of rehab for her drug and alcohol problem and therapy for her depression. She was able to beat her addictions and hindrances but was still being chased after by Rafael. It caused a lot of turmoil in the Griffith family but when the Griffith family moved to California, Rhys was able to get her fresh start. She’s happy now – this is different for her and her family. For so many years, she suffered deeply and while this secret is buried deep back in her closet, she doesn’t let it get to her now. Many don’t always get why Rhys is always so happy all the time, but her family understands. She’s getting better and by her being overly happy all the time, it helps her cope, as does her photography and painting.

      The Griffith family is now currently spread out all through the world. The whereabouts of Owain Griffith are unknown as his deployment has a high security clearance level. Madoc Griffith is stationed in Spain on his second deployment. Pryce Griffith is currently living in Los Angeles and has been going between his home and his parents’ home, and lastly Rhys has been living with her mother.

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What’s your life here at The Brentwood School?
“It’s my second year here at Brentwood.”
What are you most looking forward to this year?
“New year, new experiences and new people. Every year, something new happens so I’m pretty excited to see how life unfolds his year.”
What group or clique are you part of and how do you feel about them?
“I consider myself an artisan. My friends think I’d fit better in the Royals group but I feel at home as an artisan, I can be myself.”
Are you happy with your place on the social ladder? Or would you like to be a part of any other clique, if so, which and why?
“Yeah, I think for the most part I am. There are some of the kids in the artisan group that think I should be in the Royals as my family name and worth makes more sense there but I don’t agree. I like where I am.”
Are you apart of any teams or clubs?
“I’ve dabbled in a few clubs here and there but I’m still scoping out my possibilities.”



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      Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Alycia Debnam-Carey
      Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ Bʏ ✧ Chandz

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      modified form for this roleplay : Chandz


So begins...

Rhys Griffith's Story

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Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Oleander Q. Fari Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ripley McClain Character Portrait: Paek Jae-Hwa

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Although school had officially begun two days before, on Wednesday, September 7th, even today on Friday, the 9th, things still felt new. Students were only just beginning to pick up their new routines for the year, and adjust to having to wake up early every morning, rather than being permitted to sleep until noon like they could do on those summer days that they would reminisce about for the next eight or nine months. Although Elijah had been through this ritual for many years now, given that he had gone to Brentwood since kindergarten, and had started a new year on this specific Brentwood campus since sixth grade, he was no different from the majority students regarding that. It still felt wrong for him to be waking up at seven in the morning, rather than one in the afternoon, and to be pulling into the school's student parking lot, rather than the parking lot for the beach. For many obvious reasons, starting school again sucked, but it wasn't all bad in Eli's eyes. He had a lot of friends, and socializing was always an enjoyable thing for him. Plus, he was one of those students who never struggled in school, so he wasn't all that worried about the advanced courses he was taking this semester. He was only just beginning his third day of senior year, and he was already convinced that it was going to be a year that he could just cruise through, like he had done for the past three years of high school.

With Alessia in the passenger seat, Eli pulled into the student parking lot around 8:15 and hopped out of his BMW X5 M. "Listen, Ali. You heard Mom. Don't be getting your ass into any trouble today, all right? It's Friday and I know you and your little sophomore friends think you're gonna be able to party and shit this year, but that's not how it works. Only one of us can get away with that, and we both know that person is going to be me." He was half kidding, and purposely being obnoxious to get under her skin, really, though. Being obnoxious was one of Elijah's most well known talents, and if anyone had been subjected to it to know it proficiently, it was the girl who had lived in the same house as him for her entire life. As they approached the school's quad, that was already highly populated with students, Eli continued. "And you know what, if you keep yourself out of trouble, maybe, just maybe, I'll snag an invite for you and your weird little friends for Tim's party tomorrow," he offered, still purposely being annoying, as if he was doing her a huge favor. Though he knew that Alessia could just show up and get in, if she really wanted to, given that Timothy would never be an ass and reject her, he was sure that Ali was wanting, if not planning, on going. Timothy had a history of using his house as the unofficial "first party of the year" site, and this year, he was planning a "stoplight party". It was a party that was meant to physically demonstrate your relationship status, hence "breaking the ice" without actually having to do anything. If you wore green, it meant that you were available. Yellow symbolized something in between taken and available, as if it were a label for "it's complicated" (though Eli always took yellow as being equivalent to green), and red meant that you were unavailable. Although he knew that no matter what the theme was, things were always fun when Timothy was hosting, he was especially excited for this year's party, and as he and his sister entered the quad, he texted his fellow blonde friend saying, "On campus yet? Everything set for tm?"

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Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith

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To: Noxxy
Come on princess, I don’t have all day


Rhys might as well have been leaning on the horn of her car for how long it went off. She had been waiting outside of the Atwood’s residence for almost 20 minutes now and her patience was starting to wear thin. Normally, it wouldn’t bother her that Lennox was taking his sweet ass time, but she wanted to get to campus fast to see all the fresh meat arriving. She loved gathering pictures of the kids on campus in their natural state of confusion and exhausting that she’d later use in the yearbook or for other school events. She simply loved catching people off guard in her photography. She darted her attention between her phone, Lennox’s front door, and the neighborhood to see which one would respond first. Would it be a text from her ill-communicated best friend, Lennox entirely ignoring his phone and simply walking out the front door, or one of Knox’s neighbor’s ready to complain about a car horn going off at 7 in the morning when they otherwise would’ve been sleeping until 9 because what do middle aged house wives have to do up so early anyway? Rhys held onto her horn again, this time she followed through with rhythmic beeps. It wasn’t until Lennox was opening up the passenger side door and sliding his way into the seat that she stopped. “Alright, alright already. I’m here. Cut it out before you wake up Mrs. Humburd. That lady is a pain in my ass.” Rhys smiled softly as she moved her car from park to reverse and left Lennox’s driveway. “Well, well. It’s nice of you to show up Mr. Atwood. I thought we’d be doing this without you today.” “We? What? Are you off your meds again?” Lennox slyly responded with a grin on his face but his eyes glued to the Instagram page on his phone. It only took a quick glare from Rhys for Lennox to actually doubt whether or not there was someone else in the car and forced him to peer over his shoulder to look at the back seat. Rhys smirked and drove off towards the school.

Pulling her car into the parking spot right next to Sebastian’s jeep, Lennox scoffed as he stepped out of the car. “Careful there Rhy, don’t want that peasant knocking a ding into the side of your car.” Lennox sounded annoyed and the boy wasn’t even around. Rhys tossed her backpack over her shoulder and slid the band making it tighter on her shoulder. “Why do you even hate him Lennox? What the hell did Sebastian ever do to you? He actually seems like a pretty cool guy.” Lennox rolled his eyes and didn’t bother to dignify her question with a response. Instead, Rhys locked arms with him as he shoved his hands deep into his pockets. From his walk towards the school, Lennox caught sight of Tim and Kat walking together. He dragged Rhys along as he slid in between the two, tossing his arms around the two and forcing Rhys to stand on the outskirts of the trio. “You beautiful people you, are we discussing pre-party plans for tomorrow? Because papa Atwood just updated the bar downstairs and I am ready to fuck shit up. Oh, and you guys know Rhys right?” Before any of the three could respond, Lennox was continuing, “Do we know anyone who will be in green that I could… move into yellow with? If you know what I mean?” He smirked, pleased with himself, even though the other three were more than probably grossed out by him. Rhys rolled her eyes and jokingly gagged, “And on that note, I will be going. It was nice seeing you guys.” Rhys kindly parted ways and walked to class. Meanwhile, Sebastian sat in class, responding to a text from Tim. Sebastian hadn’t wanted to think about it but he’d have to wear green. Green! All so no one would expect anything going on between him and Nat. He texted back that he had to go shopping for green because he didn’t know whether or not he owned any.

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Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith

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Natalia didn't let up on her stare in Katherine's direction until the latter pressed herself further into her boyfriend's side, clasping his hand gently. The move, though Nat was far from naive enough to believe that Katherine would fully drop the subject, was enough to allow Nat to avert her gaze for just a moment to take in the students filing on to campus. While unfounded, Kat's complaints against Sebastian weren't enough to have Nat ready to throttle the girl as she had them frequently enough for Nat to just grow used to drowning out the other girl's words out of disinterest. However, the school year had just started, Nat hadn't even really ever actually discussed her anything with Bas, and more importantly, Katherine was the one who spoke enough about any and everything for the both of them. Nat didn't even need to bring up Bas before the other girl decided to and while she did wind up smirking at Timothy's playful accusation that Kat might have had a thing for Bas (and no, that did not flare up any random bursts of possessiveness, nope not at all), Nat wore a patented unimpressed stare even when Kat decided to heed her earlier warning at being referred to in Russian in favor of changing the topic.

"Ummm, let's not forget that you asked me to come shopping with you, meaning you need something to wear," Nat replied. "I already have my bikini planned out." It hadn't taken her that long to figure it out either. The one thing Nat had accepted was that everyone was going to have something to say no matter what color she wore. Even if she decided to show up at the party with a color that didn't fit the theme, and she had been tempted to do so just to hear Eli's whining, it wouldn't matter because even that would be taken as a sign of something ridiculous such as her probably not choosing a color because she's purposefully trying to remain obtuse. It didn't matter what she wore, so when she found a pretty decent yellow number that looked exceptional against her skin, she had gone for it. Besides, the majority of the times that they went shopping, she was helping Kat or Gabby pick something out, and that was always more fun. She turned to Kat a slow, almost predatory grin at the thought while saying, "Besides, we've gotta find you a sexy red bikini to turn Tim's head. Maybe you'll be able to put on a little strip tease, kotenok." Except the kotenok was spoken on a purr that promised just a touch of retribution for Kat's little miniature rant and Natalia's smirk grew just to further the belief for the other girl.

By the time Lennox and his friend, Rhys, (it was more Lennox, than Rhys, but you attract those who are similar to you to some capacity, so Nat would leave it at that) caught up with them, the trio were much closer to the main school building and Nat was only slightly curious about Giovanni not having texted her yet or even run up on her before she entered the main entrance. He usually came to her first thing before classes, still slightly hungover and in need of whatever snacks Nat had packed away in her backpack for the day. Then again, he had sounded completely wasted when he had called her upon returning home (and yes, Gio actually did follow instructions when given by someone who had no problem with causing him pain). So, she wouldn't necessarily be surprised if he decided to simply stay home and sleep off whatever it was that was in his system. But she would have rather had him bug her than Lennox because between the two of them, she liked one and Lennox wasn't the one she liked. And if he couldn't tell from all the interactions they'd had before, she made sure he knew it in the blank yet somehow still unimpressed stare she gave the second he began talking. "Funny that you should mention discussions considering that this one was a three-way and didn't include you," she deadpanned, staring straight ahead as the words fell from her lips. Nat didn't care to pretend to like him as others who fed Lennox's ego did. She didn't acknowledge him as a real Royal as he obstinately failed to possess any of their tact and considering the fact that she barely acknowledged him as a fellow classmate considering how spectacularly crass and unattractive his personality truly was, she didn't feel the need to make him feel welcomed. She wasn't bitchy by nature, that much was certain, but Nat did cold and dismissive well. She just wished he'd take the hint already.

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Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith

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"Hey, Knox," Katherine greeted, only surprised for a second by the sudden physical presence of him at her side. Her voice was much perkier and reflecting of her happiness at seeing him, than Natalia's was. That wasn't something that shocked Katherine, though, as she was well aware of how Natalia wasn't Lennox's biggest fan. Kat understood where Natalia was coming from, to an extent, but she was never as bothered by Lennox's cockier side. In Katherine's opinion, she had seen far worse, but maybe that was also because she had seen his kinder, more down to earth and friendly side, too. He was much easier to like when you knew that he wasn't an ass twenty-four-seven. Elijah was a little less welcomed in her opinion, but she wasn't capable of being outright rude to him, given that they weren't enemies, and Timothy had taken the initiative to respond to Elijah's questions about their sex life, before she had to do so directly. "I don't think I could have a threesome with two guys. Like, I think I would want one of them to be a girl, right?" she said, looking to Nat only, as if another female's opinion would be the only one that really counted, and following Timothy's lead in trying to dispel the tension, because she didn't want Nat to run off. Katherine wasn't an overtly sexual person to begin with, and she definitely wasn't interested in having a threesome to begin with, but the proposal made her ponder the subject more than she had in the past. However, she was aware that she was asking Natalia, someone who was far more comfortable with her own sexuality. "But I don't think I would want my boyfriend touching another girl either, so how is that even supposed to work?" Although she was very tempted, she held her tongue against pointing out that if Nat were to have a threesome with Sebastian, Katherine would bet a million dollars that he would want the third person to be another guy, because he just seemed to swing "that way", as if it would be one more reason for why Natalia shouldn't want anything to do with him. Katherine was ignorant, and that mere thought reflected it, but she wasn't completely idiotic, and knew no that she needed to back off, even just a little, from pressing Natalia on the Sebastian subject for a little while. "And Kayleen's definitely going to be wearing green tomorrow, right, Tim?! Knox, she should totally be on your radar, but not if you're going to be mean to her. She's totally going to be one of my new best friends within the next week, and I will not stand for you breaking her heart!" Katherine exclaimed with a mixture of excitement and dramatics, at the thought of how she was convinced that she could get Kayleen to magically go from seeming indifferent towards her, to loving her in the next few days.

As the boys began to chat, Kat released her grip on Timothy's hand and squirmed out from under the arm that Lennox had over her shoulder, in favor of linking arms with Natalia. Again, it was partly an attempt to make sure that Nat didn't think she could run off before classes started to go catch up with Bas again, but also, partly because she just preferred her friend's presence over being in the middle of guy talk. "And FYI, I plan on getting drunk enough tomorrow that that strip tease might actually be a reality," she said, playfully matter-of-factly, since she knew that Natalia had suggested it as retribution for her pressing the Sebastian topic. As her locker was located near Nat's, Katherine found it appropriate to pull the girl a few paces ahead of the boys, since they would end up going in different directions anyway. "But speaking of pre-parties, what are we doing? You're either coming to Lennox's house, and crashing that, or I'm coming to your house. Girls only, in that scenario," she said, knowing that Natalia would know just who she was purposely excluding, before piping up, "Unless Gabby wants us to come to her house."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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There was nothing that annoyed Lennox more than Natalia. Of course, this probably wasn’t true and he could probably create a list of things that annoyed him more than her, but she certainly took top 5, at the very least. Natalia’s blatant disregard for Lennox only pushed him to push her more. He enjoyed pushing her buttons and setting her off because other than that, there’s not much Lennox can do to piss her off since she really could not care less about the boy. “Listen, even if there was a ménage à trois going on here, figuratively or literally, the last thing I’d want is to be part of it,” Lennox said pushing off of Elijah’s comment about a threesome. Elijah also liked pushing Natalia’s buttons, only difference was she liked Elijah and not Lennox so between them, it was friendly banter. Between Lennox and Natalia, it was a fire-fueled rage. Lennox continued to push off of Elijah’s commentary, “Kat will always have room for me in her bed, the problem is Timmy over here takes it all up.” Tim and Lennox were friends, Lennox and Kat were best friends. She saw things in him that most others didn’t, so the jokes he made were all in good fun and were not be taken seriously. With Tim’s decline of the pre-party invite from Tim, he frowned slightly. He wanted to figure out plans but didn’t want to do anything alone. Lennox hated being alone, which was probably where his need to be constantly annoying someone was rooted. When mention of Kayleen fell upon Knox’s ears, he tensed. His hands withdrew into his pockets and he could feel his cheeks warming up. “Oh right, Kayleen will be there.” Knox fought to hold his lips from forming a silly smile but he almost couldn’t help himself. He smirked slightly and tried to play off his crush on the girl. “I guess I could give her the time of day. And I wouldn’t break her heart, I’m a sweetheart, Kat.” Sarcasm was Lennox’s second language, it came to him naturally and as much of a dick as he seemed, Kayleen was different to Lennox. He actually had feelings for her which was weird for him, which is why he felt embarrassed by the mention of the girl. Nat and Kat walked ahead the boys a few steps and Lennox knew this would be the best opportunity for him to discuss women. “She’s your sister, Tim,” Lennox said, in regards to Kayleen. “I know you guys have a weird hate thing going on, but if she’s off limits, let me know and I’ll steer clear, but she is cute and I’d like to talk her up, yanno?”

While Lennox stuck around teasing his friends and being teased by not his friends, Rhys was making her way through the halls of Brentwood. She knew the bell would ring soon and as much as she wanted to stick around and talk to people, she had a thing about being late. She hated not being punctual and was the type of person to be early to being early. Around Rhys’ neck was a Canon EOS 5Ds that she had gotten as a gift from her father earlier this year; a gift he bought her because he felt guilty for not being around often. Rhys understood he was a military man and therefore, wouldn’t be around often and she never did anything to guilt him into gifting her, but he did anyway – and Rhys wasn’t going to deny the upgrade from an old Nikon she had. She looked through the camera roll, through the pictures she had taken throughout the week. Pictures of students doing work in the library, sitting in the courtyard at lunch, students laughing with each other, falling in love with each other, meeting each other for the first time; pictures that told stories and pictures that had no meaning. They made her smile, even though there was little to be told from them and it was up to her to create a story, they made her happy still. Rhys walked through the halls, smiling down at her camera. “You know, usually when you smile at a camera, you’re supposed to be on the other side of it.” Rhys looked up to see Sebastian walking alongside her. She smiled and mockingly laughed, “Ha. Ha. Very funny. I’m just looking through the pictures I took,” she said, as though it’d make him understand her happiness. He smiled and nodded. “You going to Eli’s party?” Sebastian and Rhys weren’t too close, but he felt the need to make conversation with someone other than Natalia and the guys. If it weren’t for lacrosse, Natalia, or Laylah, Sebastian didn’t have many friends. He felt it important to make friends outside of that small circle as they all knew each other anyway. He knew Rhys enough to know that she’s accepting of many, and Sebastian thought himself nice enough to be able to befriend people like Rhys. “Yeah…” She paused, unsure still of her plans. “I don’t know yet. I tend to stay away from the A-list crowd... They can be a little… raunchy at times and I don’t always fit in with them.” Sebastian nodded again. He understood exactly what it was like to be a part of a crowd that he didn’t always feel as though he fit into. “Makes sense. Well, if you decide to go, I’ll be there. We can not fit in together. I’ve got to go this way to class, but I’ll see you around.” Sebastian smiled at her, tapped her lightly on the arm and walked off before Rhys could say anything. She wanted to so badly question what he meant by ‘not fit in together,’ all this time, Rhys could’ve sworn Sebastian was happy to be an A-lister and thought he fit in perfectly with the wealthy. It made her curious about him. As she watched him go, she noticed Ari sitting in a room, presumably waiting for class to start but there was no one in there with her. The girl’s heart fluttered slightly; Rhys had a crush on Ari but Rhys wasn’t sure the girl felt the same way. She raised her camera to her eye, closing one and placing the other on the lip of the viewing hole, she zoomed into the girl, who sat smiling at her phone, and snapped the picture. There was a part of her that felt weird for taking the picture, but another part of her created excuses in her head. It’s for the yearbook. It’s a candid, they’re not supposed to know. It’s a natural beauty project. As Rhys battled her inner demons, Sebastian did the same as he walked to his first class. His phone buzzed in his pocket, he pulled it out to see a text from Laylah. He let out a deep breath and rubbed his hand through his hair before sending a text back.


To: Laylah
Same Lay.. I need advice… Meet me before next class by my locker.. I need help. I’ll help you if you help me :)

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Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ripley McClain

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"Angel! Rhapsody, darling! Il est temps pour vous de se rendre à l'école!" (It's time for you to go to school!)Rhapsody's mother was yelling from down the stairs of her art studio and bedroom, trying to get her daughter attention over the music blasting from the other side of the door but, the young artist was to focused to hear anything outside of her own personal bubble. She was too focused on the humongous marble sculpture in front of her and the jazz music playing around her to hear her mother or to see her phone going off. She had been working on her piece for months and now she was just finishing up cleaning off the excess dust from the marble. It wasn't until she heard a loud knock on the door that she snapped out of it to answer. "Huh? What?" Her eyes were still locked on her art, her baby, as the voice spoke again. "Excuse me? Ne pas ce que moi, Rhapsody Iman Vincent. Je suis ta mère et je peux vous enfermer là-dedans." (Do not what me, Rhapsody Iman Vincent. I am your mother and I can lock you in there.) Her mother yelled from the other side of the door so she could be heard over the music. "Shit." The young girl said under her breath as she tossed her brush down to the wooden floor and walked quickly down the metal stairs on the ladder to let her mom in. She jumped off the last step and rushed to the door to unlock it. She opened the door to see her mother with a smug smile on her face. "Désolé maman. Je viens, tu sais dans la zone." (Sorry mom. I just, you know in the zone.) Her mother nodded as she picked some marble pieces out of her daughter curly locks. "Je connais. Je connais. Vous avez été dans la zone depuis quatre heures du matin. Vous avez dit que vous alliez arrêter de faire ça.." (I know. I know. You have been in the zone since four in the morning. You said you were going to stop doing that.)

"Je sais que je dis que j'arrêter, mais je viens de recevoir une idée et je vais le perdre. Et--.." (I know I said I would stop, but I just got an idea and I was going to lose it. And--..) Her mother just put a hand up to stop her daughter from rambling. "Vous êtes la fille de ton père. Maintenant, préparez-vous." (You are the daughter of your father. Now, get ready.) Rhaps furrowed her brows before looking at the time on her clock in the corner. She has an hour and half not only to get ready but to also get to Brentwood that was thirty minutes away. "Crap!" She scurried into her studio to move her metal stairs into the corner of the large room before turning off her blasting jazz music. She tossed off her goggles and reached for her thick rimmed glasses and slide them on. She didn't worry about closing her skylight seeing that she would need the lighting when she got back home. As she rushed to move past her mother and scurry down the wooden stairs into her room which was connected to her studio, she almost tripped down the last step. She was always clumsy and she as much as she tried to become more elegant it was no use. She could her mother chuckle as she walked down the stairs and left her daughter's room without another word. Thank god she already had her outfit picked out so it allowed her to rush and take a shower and pray that all of the dust and chunks of marble would get out of her hair. But, of course that didn't happen seeing that her hair was so curly that it held on to things like Rhapsody held on to art brushes.

After around thirty minutes, Rhaps was out of the shower and was back in her room responding to Natalia who had one of her scarves. Not that she cared seeing that she had dozens of them to chose from. She text her best friend back before tossing her phone on her bed where her outfit was before she up on the black shorts that hugged her curves along with black tights to cover her legs and am acid wash jean jacket to top off the look.

To: Nat
Fine, but you owe me. <3

"Chéri, tu devrais y aller!" (Darling, you should get going!) Rhaps' father said from down the stairs. Rhapsody groaned as she looked over towards the door from where she was sitting at her vanity to fix her hair. "Ne me précipitez pas. Je pars." (Do not rush me. I'm leaving.) She turned back towards her reflection to wrap her headband tightly around her hair. When it was perfectly she rushed for her bag filled with her books and supplies that she saw as necessities. As she rushed down the stairs of the Vincent house and out the door before her mom and dad could stop her to try and get her to sit down to have breakfast. "Au revoir maman. Bye papa. Je t'aime!" (Bye mom. Bye papa. Love you!) She tossed her bag into her passenger seat before she slid into the driver's seat but, before she could start the car her dad was at her window with a Lilly Pulitzer lunch bag. Which she would have laughed at seeing that her father was a 6'7 muscular man holding a small pink flowery bag is she wasn't annoyed. Rhaps sighed deeply before lowering the window but before she could say anything her father's deep booming voice interrupted her. "Votre mère veut juste que vous mangez quelque chose." (Your mother just wants you to eat something.) She sighed again. "Je n'ai pas faim." (I am not hungry.)

"Ensuite, donner à Natalia ou petit ami de la vôtre, Giovanni ou est-ce Samuel" (Then give it to Natalia or that boyfriend of yours, Giovanni or is it Samuel.) Rhapsody nearly chocked on air. "What?! Neither! They're friends, papa that is it. That is all they are." Her father held his hands up defense. "Okay, okay. Amis, ils ne sont que des amis." (Friends, they are only friends.) Rhapsody nodded as she put the bag of food in her backpack. "Thank you." She rubbed her face before her father gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Have a great day. And say hello to your boyfriends, they are very nice." Francois said to his daughter as he walked back into the house only to hear her groan before starting her music. Before driving to school she sent a few text in order to find out where her friends were meeting at Brentwood before class. She tossed her phone back down as she started her 30 minute drive.

To: Riptide, Sammy, Rhys, Gio
Where are we meeting, I have food.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith

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It's not that Sebastian didn't enjoy hanging around with the other A-listers of Brentwood, much less that he didn't enjoy being one. It's more so the fact that Sebastian is sometimes, simply, exhausted of keeping up with the facade that he does. Truly, the only person that knows all of Sebastian for who he is, is Natalia. It is much less fortunate that aside from all the secrets he's either forced or feels the need to keep, his relationship with Natalia is among them. He struggled with keeping his secrets in the first place. For Sebastian, being something he wasn't took a toll on him. He wanted nothing more to share the truth about his home life, or the lack thereof. However, he knew that had the truth come out about his stint with homelessness, his brother's deteriorating mental health, his barely put together one-bedroom apartment, he'd promptly be cast out of the A-listers - shunned even - and be declared a fake, a poser. Not that he cared much about whether or not he was considered 'a royal' but more so the fact that some of these people are soulless individuals, angry enough to ruin one's life simply because they want to and can. Sebastian's life had been ruined enough and the last thing he needed was to be driven out of the very little he had left. So, he kept quiet about his relationship with Natalia. Although, he still questioned himself on what his relationship with Natalia truly was. It started as nothing more than sex every now and again and developed into something more. The truth is, he'd want more. But he's unsure of what she'd like and how to go about asking for such. Instead, he accepted what he had as is and left it at that. He kept quiet about it all, about every secret he held onto. Rather than exposing himself, he simply escaped the false he lived. He preferred being by himself most of the time anyway, so for him, it wasn't hard to walk from the other A-listers. And Natalia understood that.

This was one of those moments when Bas felt the need to step away. The night before, he had spent the night with Natalia but not before he had to take care of his brother who had a massive schizophrenic episode. Jamie's disease has been diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenia; the boy often has auditory delusions and can sometimes experience vivid hallucinations. Most days, he's able to control his reactions towards the disease but this night, JT wasn't able to. He was scared and began lashing out aggressively. In the process, he attempted to run out of the apartment on the fourth floor of the building, and rather than come back into the apartment like Sebastian pleaded with him, he ran down the stairs, causing him to trip and break his leg and fracture his elbow. Jt was taken to the hospital and after spending hours with him, Sebastian finally decided to get some sleep at Natalia's. And now, standing just outside his classroom door alone, just the thought of the last couple of days have exhausted him. He wondered when everything would fall back to normal. When everything would no longer be a fight to survive but rather, an enjoyment of life. As he waited for more students to crowd the halls and fill the classrooms, he messed around on his phone. Wishing, praying, that somehow it'd give him all the answers for his troubles. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long, though he wouldn't know it until later. The phone buzzed in his hands, a text from Greg. I've got a surprise for you. Meet me at the restaurant after school. Bas responded with a simple 'ok' and went into the classroom, sat down, and sent a quick text to Nat before putting his phone away and pulling out his books:


To: Nat♥
I want to see you. I need you.



Tim broke off from the group of boys and Lennox was left with Eli. Two boys so similar, it's surprising they never attempted to rip each other apart from the throat. Both boys have a playful personality, only some may consider one more heinous than the other in their form of humor. Lennox watched as Tim went then turned his attention back to Eli, "Come man, fuck off with that. You only thought of Kayleen because I brought it up." Lennox knew that no matter what he said to Eli, it wouldn't matter. The girl was fair game and normally Kayleen would be off limits being that she's Tim's sister. This situation was a little different and Lennox wanted to take advantage of that. The minute he laid eyes on her, his heart fluttered a little. Something it hadn't done in so long, Knox thought he was having heart palpitations. He rolled his eyes as he knew fighting the matter would only make it worse. "Whatever man, she'll never go for you anyway. She wants a real man, not just some pretty boy with mush for brains." Lennox said smirking, as he tapped Eli's chest, just to fuck around with him. "Don't worry man, I'll let her you know you make a great best friend." Lennox teased as he slowly started walking away from Eli. He walked along the girls and Tim now. He interrupted their conversation quickly before trotting off to find Rhys. "Kat, when you're done pussy whipping Timmy boy here, come find me. I need you for something."As he walked away, he joking blew a kiss to Natalia, knowing it'd annoy her. He lightly jogged through the halls now to find Rhys; who happened to be at her locker texting back Rhapsody.


To: Rhap
I like food.. where are you? I'll find you


As Rhys waited for Rhapsody to respond, she looked up to see Lennox coming towards her. "Just the girl I needed to see," Lennox smiled as he approached her. "What do you need now, Knox?" Lennox leaned against the wall, facing Rhys. He put his hands up in a defensive manner, "What makes you think I need anything from you? Can't a guy just want to see one of his beautiful best friends?" Rhys raised a brow at him and Lennox gave in. "Okay, fine. I need you to help me with Kayleen." Rhys took a second to figure out who Kayleen was. The name was still so new to her that she struggled to put a face to the name. "Kayleen? As in, Kayleen Cargill?" Lennox nodded and Rhys continued, "As in, Timothy Cargill's sister? Your close friend, Tim?" Lennox nodded again, this time with a shy smile on his face. Rhys stood momentarily confused. "And what could you possibly need my help with that for? Can't you get girls all on your own? You are the infamous Lennox Atwood, afterall." Lennox pulled away from the wall and stood up straight, he rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. "This girl is different, Rhys. She's not like these other girls who would kill to be at the top of the totem pole for a day. She's already there and she doesn't care about you if you're not. She'll never notice me unless I give her reason to." Rhys looked into Lennox's pleading face, "So? Then give her reason to." Lennox groaned what sounded like a soft growl. "You know what I mean Rhys." Rhys rolled her eyes, crossed her arms and sighed. She leaned back against the wall and give the boys plead a thought. She reluctantly nodded, "Fine, I'll help you. But how?" Lennox immediately smiled and wrapped his arms around her, gave her a kiss on the cheek "Ugh, I love you. Thank you! You're the best. And I don't know, you're smart. You'll think of something." Lennox ran off while yelling back at her, "Tomorrow. At the party!" Rhys smiled to herself, thinking: What a loser. Lennox finally met his match, a girl who couldn't care less about getting in his pants.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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Today's physical education class had taken place on the athletics field, rather than inside of the school's gymnasium, because this week's gym topic was kickball. Being pretty competitive meant that Elijah was really up for any sport that they played in class, but he did enjoy this one more than some of the others. The class was divided into two teams of thirteen each, with Team A including Eli, Ari, Rhapsody, Kya, Rhys, Samuel, Sebastian, Katherine, Laylah, two other sophomores, another junior, and another senior, and Team B including Timothy, Natalia, Tristan, Zara, Alessia, Gabrielle, Giovanni, Lennox, Kayleen, three other seniors, and a junior. Because it would take five minutes for the students to jog back to the main campus from the fields, and they needed time to change out of their gym clothes in the locker rooms, their gym teacher, Mr. Lessig, yelled out onto the field that the next student up would be the last kicker for the day. With a tied score, Elijah grew tense with that call, considering that his team was currently playing the field, and that meant that their fate was in the hands of either how poorly the kicker on the other team was, or how well they could play the field.

When he saw that Tristan Castiel-Castellan was the next kicker in line, Eli's fears seemed to disappear as his signature smirk appeared on his face. "Bring it in, boys!" he said, acting as the self-appointed team captain that no one else had really agreed on, as he looked back towards the two sophomore boys, and a junior boy, who were playing the outfield. He knew that it wasn't nice, but in his mind, all he could say was "come on, there's no way in hell that this kid can kick". If he could, it would be one of those underdog moments from out of a movie, but Eli wasn't even considering that that was a possibility. Tristan was a meek, harmless boy who seemed like he would be the type to run away from the ball, if anything, so Eli was already content with thinking up teasing remarks that he could send in Timothy and Knox's direction once they hit the locker rooms.

The bases weren't fully loaded, but the opposing team had runners on first base and second base, so Elijah knew that unless Tristan's kick was caught in the air, all he needed to do was to make a kick that gave the runner on second enough time to make it home. Again, Eli was certain that that wasn't a possibility and that his team had this win in the bag, but he was comforted, at least, knowing that while he pitched the ball out, he had some of his more trusted teammates manning the bases. Just in case, he thought, as he took a breath and then with great speed, rolled the ball in Tristan's direction.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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xxxhad a voice, had a voice, but i could not sing.
xxxyou would wind me down.
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Tristan-Castiel slightly stumbled when he was bumped into. The small kid would nod and wave him a goodbye, attempting to make one to Zara as well. He quickly moved towards the Music room, so he could have a quiet place to practice his own music, without being disturbed.

|| Fourth Period ||

Okay, so physical education, was not something Tristan-Castiel was fond of. But still, to keep up his grades, he would be forced to attend. He silently changed into his normal gym outfit, completed by his own Captain America jacket. He silently stood by Sam, and Zara. His sea green/blue eyes would widen when he noticed he was not put on the team of Sam, but with Natalia.....and Alessia. His form would silently move towards the area his team stood. He would hold his jacket closer to him, so he wouldn't be hit by anything. As if it were his own shield.

"Ey, podyshat' v techeniye minuty, nemnogo lyubvi,"
he heard an older female speak. His body slightly tensed up, as he turned to see Natalia. Following her directions, he silently took a breath. ""Ne stavit' vysokiye tseli. Tsel' na nizkom urovne. Kik, gde ona po-prezhnemu igrat', kak i gde Ketrin." the girl spoke again. Tristan-Castiel nodded and would respond. Da! Spasibo Mat' Natal'ya .... YA imeyu v vidu ..... Spasibo Natal'ye! [Yes! Thank you Mother Natalia....I-I-I mean.....Thank you Natalia!] the male would blush a red color as he focused and got into the position. His dark blue eyes would focus on the ball coming from him, aiming as Natalia told him. He bit down on his lip, as he felt the ball come into contact with his foot. He winced, as he saw the ball roll at a rather fast pace, and took off towards the first base position.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith

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Sebastian stood in the outfield. He was placed there by his team to ensure that had the opposing team had any super kickers – though, unlikely – someone would’ve been able to catch the ball aside from the girls who ran from it because they were scared they would break a nail. Most of the time, Sebastian would be into the game, competitive as all hell. Today, his mind was elsewhere and though he was mostly present for the game, he didn’t feel like taking gym seriously today. His eyes wandered from Natalia to Tristan, as the two discussed strategy before it was the boys turn to kick, to Lennox who was so desperately trying to grab Kayleen’s attention. It was almost painful to watch as the boy relentlessly tried sparking conversation with the very uninterested girl. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. As Tristan stepped up to the plate, Bas could hear Eli’s voice, arrogantly calling for the team to move in as it was doubtful Tristan could kick the ball that far, let alone at all. This was the last play of the game before everyone was going to be sent in to change and then head to lunch, and all Sebastian could think about was Natalia and whatever the surprise Greg had for him was. The ball was kicked and was sent directly in Kat’s position, who of course was not paying attention – but neither was Sebastian. From the side lines, Bas heard his name being called out. “Sebastian! Katherine! Look alive! Fuckin’ move!” Sebastian snapped back to reality fairly quickly to see Rhys waving her arms trying to grab his attention. As the ball whizzed through the field, Bas looked to see the direction it was headed in, only to notice that the recipient of the ball was down on one knee tying her shoes. Sebastian groaned and pushed off his back foot into a full sprint to catch up with the ball that was moving past Katherine. He picked up the ball as it rolled deeper into the outfield, and launched it over Katherine’s head back into the infield, hoping he’d caught the play in time to put a pause on whoever was rounding the corner of third base to score. Bas was already preparing himself for some shit talk from Eli who always took gym too serious.
He was just waiting for Mr. Lessig to tell them all to hit the showers so he could go eat.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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Eli hadn't expected Tristan to be able to kick the ball at all, nonetheless kick it into a perfect spot that gave him, and Gabrielle and Timothy enough time to start running. Eli had automatically spun around to watch the ball head towards Katherine, and had started stepping backwards while doing it, while yelling for her to throw it to home, where he was heading. She was oblivious, and though it took only a few seconds, the amount of time that it took for Bas to step in and grab the ball felt like eons to Elijah. Beads of sweat were running down his forehead, partly due to the heat, but mostly out of stress, as the kickball sailed through the air towards, him but not quick enough. A foot on home base, he caught it just after Timothy had reached him, and Mr. Lessig was quick to shout, "Safe!" to declare a win for the opposing team. "Safe? Are you kidding me? I had at least three solid seconds over him, and you're gonna say that he's safe?!" Elijah was lucky enough that even in the heat of the moment, he was wise enough to refrain from throwing some expletives into his objection, since they were definitely on the tip of his tongue. In reality, Mr. Lessig's call was probably accurate, even though it undeniably was a close call. Timothy's foot had hit home base just a second before Elijah had caught the ball that Sebastian had hurled his way, so at the very least, Eli's claim of him having caught the ball three full seconds before Timothy had even reached the base was dramatic, at best. "Sore loser" was probably the best way to describe Eli at times like this. Given his competitive nature, coupled with his upbringing where he always got his way, losing wasn't something that he knew how to work with, even at seventeen years old. He would never admit that he lost fairly, and somehow, it was always a bad call, or cheating, that had allowed the other team to win, if you asked him.

In this case, he had already proclaimed that Mr. Lessig's call was garbage, but as he turned back to examine his teammates, who were making their way in from the outfield now that the teacher had proclaimed that the game was over, and they could all head back to the locker rooms, Eli also decided that the teams had been separated unfairly. Suddenly, he decided that the other team had ten times as many athletic players as his team did, and he automatically wanted to dispel any talent that his teammates who actually were jocks, had. Even though Laylah had made countless good plays throughout the day, he wanted to blame her for every play that she had missed, even if she hadn't been positioned anywhere near the ball at that point. In his head, had Bas gotten to the ball sooner on this play, or thrown it a little faster, they would have won by a long shot. Lennox was being as useless as ever, and God forbid he even comment on the other players, like Katherine, who he could blame for costing them an entire's game worth of effort. It was amusing, really, how worked up he could get over losing a stupid little game, that literally counted for nothing, but it just went back to how badly he hated losing. Rather than being a good sport and congratulating Tim and that team on their win, or even just being a semi-normal person and actually annoyed, but not actually angry, it was very clear with Eli that he was pissed. He headed off of the field without even bothering to wait for any of his friends, but as he passed Tim and the home plate area, he said, "Save the comments for a day when you fairly beat me. If my team wasn't absolute shit, you wouldn't have even made it to first base to begin with. I'll sit out the next game and take an absence for the class before I get stuck on a team with your girlfriend again. I'd take the mute over her, and that's saying something," he said callously, as if thinking Tristan was superior to Kat was a real insult. He continued walking after he spoke, knowing that he was red in th face for more reasons than just being physically overheated.