Introduction
Here at Hollywood Arts, the students are musically gifted. They take regular classes along with music related classes that they choose. A normal schedule will have regular morning classes with a math class, english class, science, and either history or art. The afternoon classes are music related that consist of different types of dance, singing, songwriting, and playing a instrument. Oh, and by the way, all students are required to play an intrsument, so either they already know how to play or they learn how.
And because this is a high school, it consist of DRAMA!
So have fun RPing!!
And because this is a high school, it consist of DRAMA!
So have fun RPing!!
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(I'm going to start it because I'm awsome)
Demitri's eyes drifted to each student, mad as he did, he though of them. He knew each ones secreats, and who the like, who they hate, how they act, and how they anger him. He had a gruge against all of them, for he wished to rid them all, but of course, he had to keep it a secreat, just like everything else he does. He empty his cello case, tightening his bow and tuned his strings. He set his music upon his stand, ajusting it to where he likes. Today, like everyday, is going to be hate.
Demitri's eyes drifted to each student, mad as he did, he though of them. He knew each ones secreats, and who the like, who they hate, how they act, and how they anger him. He had a gruge against all of them, for he wished to rid them all, but of course, he had to keep it a secreat, just like everything else he does. He empty his cello case, tightening his bow and tuned his strings. He set his music upon his stand, ajusting it to where he likes. Today, like everyday, is going to be hate.
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I'm so mad! Claira thought angrily to herself. How dare they give me a roommate! And exspecially when I specifically said NO roommate! Claira marched back to her dorm room, where she already unpacked everything. First day of school and this happens.
She opened the door and sighed with relief. Her "roommate" hasn't arrived yet. Thank God!
Claira went over to all of her equiment. What shall she do? She could go out and see if there are any new students that need help, or she could stay here and wait for her new roomie.
After a few seconds of thought, she decided to go and help a new student. Claira was NOT waiting for this disaster.
She opened the door and sighed with relief. Her "roommate" hasn't arrived yet. Thank God!
Claira went over to all of her equiment. What shall she do? She could go out and see if there are any new students that need help, or she could stay here and wait for her new roomie.
After a few seconds of thought, she decided to go and help a new student. Claira was NOT waiting for this disaster.
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Kiyomi pulled up at the school in a small black limo. She stepped out and she had on some jeans and a tank top. She went to the trunk and pulled out a small white case with golden designs embedded on it. Then another big bag, her suit case. She wheeled her suit case along the ground and waved a good-bye to the old man in the limo before he took off. He was her butler, her father's old friend so she looked at him as if he was her grandpa.
She walked into the school, toward the dorms. She had a room-mate whos name was Claira, or something. She didn't care much about who it was or why he or she was here, she just hoped she or he wasn't annoying or something. She walked into the dorms and saw a girl who looked to be her new room mate. She looked at her and relized that she was an anti-socail talented girl.
Kiyomi's hello? SHe ignored her completely and walked to her bed on Kiyomi's side of the room. She acted like the girl didn't even exist at all. She unpacked much of everything neatly and put it all on her side of the room. After that, she grabbed her violin case and left her room with out even looking at Claira.
She walked into the school, toward the dorms. She had a room-mate whos name was Claira, or something. She didn't care much about who it was or why he or she was here, she just hoped she or he wasn't annoying or something. She walked into the dorms and saw a girl who looked to be her new room mate. She looked at her and relized that she was an anti-socail talented girl.
Kiyomi's hello? SHe ignored her completely and walked to her bed on Kiyomi's side of the room. She acted like the girl didn't even exist at all. She unpacked much of everything neatly and put it all on her side of the room. After that, she grabbed her violin case and left her room with out even looking at Claira.
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When Claira got a look at her roommate, she could tell instantly that she was rich, and rich people are jerks. Claira then grabbed her video camera and headed to the registration hall to check out the new students. And who knows if any of them might be friendly. But Claira thought anyone else could be friendlier than her new roommate.
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Kiyomi walked out towards the school. She stopped outside of it and analyzed it before building a small imagenary blue print of the school before taking off into the school. She walked in and made ajustments to her imagenary blue print as she headed towards a small hall in part of the school. There where some medium sized rooms. Music rooms.
She walked into an empty room and opened the white case and took out her violin. She started to play Wolfgang Amadeus By Mozart. (Heehee, i think thats the name.. :P ) It wasn't with a violin so it sounded like it was missing something, but other than that, it was very good.
She walked into an empty room and opened the white case and took out her violin. She started to play Wolfgang Amadeus By Mozart. (Heehee, i think thats the name.. :P ) It wasn't with a violin so it sounded like it was missing something, but other than that, it was very good.
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Claira was walking over to the registration hall when she heard a really sweet sound. It was a violin and it sounded like Mozart. Claira switched on her video camera and walked over to where the sound was coming from.
It turns out the player was her roommate! Claira filmed her for a few seconds, amazed. This girl was good.
It turns out the player was her roommate! Claira filmed her for a few seconds, amazed. This girl was good.
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She kept playing and then went into Still Doll almost instantly. Still Doll was orignally played by a cello, but she played it on the violin. Thats when she got a glimps of a camera and stopped. She walked towards the camera and saw her roommate. "Are you stalking me or something?" She was rude and sounded mad.
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Demitri sat at the steps of the school watching. Watching for the right time to attack. He rosined his bow, placed upon his stand that was in front of him, lenghten his endpin, and tune his cello. He turned to his favorite song, Lillium. People had often told him that it was a beatiful tune, and reminded them of happy things. It reminded Demitri of death, and that's why Demitri liked it so much. He never told people this, because when he people talked to him, they usally were the ones talking, and never expected a answer from him. As he played, people often gathered around him, listening to him. They often tell him he was really good, and asked how he did. Of course, Demitri dosent say anything, he never does.
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Claira looked flustered. "Oh! I'm sorry! It's just you sounded awesome!" She waved her camera. "I like to film, and I was walking over to the registration hall to see what new talent we have. I'm sorry if I bothered you. I hope you don't mind if I use this."
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Kiyomi looked at her before hearing a sound. It was faint, but it was a cello, playing what she believed was Lillium. It was a tune that sounded depressing. She looked at Claria. "Sure, I don't care, just don't bother me please." This time, she sounded almost sweet. She turned and tried to tune out that depressing peice by playing Ave Maria. She played it loudly and almost perfectly. Though, it always seemed lonely when played alone.
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Demitri stopped playing, and put his instermet down. He walked over the the girl that was playing the cello. He sat before her as she play, silantly as he did. He only watched, the way she moved her bow, when her fingers met the neck, bringing the note a tune. Also, he was conducting ways to kill her, as usal. At this point, it was a nasty habit he had, but he could care less. He crossed his arms and legs, and looked into her eyes, drilling for a way to find her heart, and may discover some weakness of somekind. He smiled, a sadistic, evil smile. His eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward, and for once and a long time, he spoke, "what wonderful music you are playing, may I ask of your name, child?"
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Kiyomi stopped playing her violin as the boy asked her named. She looked at him. "My name is Kiyomi. I won't bother about politeness, so I will just tell you, I am sure that me and you are about the same age." She looked at him as if he was a bug. "Please do not call me child." She was rude. The tone of her voice was rude. Her figure as she stood was almost over powering looking, yet, she looked like a dainty princess.
Even though her tone was rude, along with everthing else, her eyes where something else. Oh, yes in deed they where. The had a mixture of feelings. From sad, to exciting, to understanding, but the feeling that stood out in her eyes where loneliness. Not the poor pathetic loneliness, but the type that was use to it, so use to it, that it was almost proud.
Theese emotions blocked and covered her heart like a thick sheet of black diamonds, making it almost impossiable to read her.
Even though her tone was rude, along with everthing else, her eyes where something else. Oh, yes in deed they where. The had a mixture of feelings. From sad, to exciting, to understanding, but the feeling that stood out in her eyes where loneliness. Not the poor pathetic loneliness, but the type that was use to it, so use to it, that it was almost proud.
Theese emotions blocked and covered her heart like a thick sheet of black diamonds, making it almost impossiable to read her.
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"But," he said, "you have a mind like a child, you look at what barely scrapes the surface of a person," he told her, and then grined, "if you want a death wish you may adress me as you did a moment ago, if you wish to live, restate your name, properly, if you don't mind," Demitri was having too much fun with this. He repositioned in his seat, an his eyes were dyed of blood, "look into my eyes, child, if you can, I will take back what I said," he told her. He gave a little chuckle, then a small, but yet bloodcurdling laugh. Oh, how he loves to play with one's mind.
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Claira stood in the background, getting more ticked off by the minute. She looked down at her video camera and made sure it was still on. If anything bad happened, at least she would have proof.
She then called out to the guy talking to her roommate Kiyomi. "Dude, knock it off with the threats! You sound like an idoit."
She then called out to the guy talking to her roommate Kiyomi. "Dude, knock it off with the threats! You sound like an idoit."
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Demitri frowned, just another idiot to tempt him to kill someone, "it is not I, who is the idiot," he snarled dementedly, his voice changed from his british accent to a deep, dangerous one. He stood, his face darkened and his shoulders broad. He was tall, a towering person to be. It was one of Demitri's straights, the ability to intimidate others, which was just as fun as playing with their minds. He stepped toward the girl, "I was making a deal, if you don't mind," he looked at her video camera, then knocking it out of her hand with startling power, and it shattered to pieces. He returned to his seat, and shooed her away, "Excuse us, please," he told her.
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"Hey!" Claira yelled. "You broke my video camera!" She pushed the guy even though it was pointless. "Your attitude will get you expelled!"
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Kiyomi looked on. When he broke Claria's video camera, that is when she elegantly put her violing back into it's case and swung it over onto her shoulders. "I do not wish to take back what I had said. I don't care what you think of me and what you had just said now, to be perfectly honest, I was mostley going over what I was playing. This school is for the arts, and in order to pass it, I cannot have empty treats bother me." She had her eyes closed. She looked as if she was about to walk out, but instead she stayed.
"To be clear, a child throws un-needed tantrums just like you just did. I did no such thing. To break one's property and things', is far from childish. Yes, very far, more like babish. I have no intrest in you and I have already stated my name. I am sorry for being so rude, but," She opened her eyes. This time, they where filled in hatered. More than what any other girl here could have. "Breaking someone's tool and loved things, I will not stand for."
Her exression was serious, with a hint of hatered, though a small sprinkle of understandment in her eyes. She turned from him and walked to Claria. She turned to face her. "Although you do look annoying, I can see that you have alot of talent." She said it as if she was almost being starcastic. "Im not saying we are friends, or that we should hang out, no, you look too annoying than that, but if you want, I will buy you a new camera." She looked at the two before walking out.
"A school for the talented, there is not many here." She said loudly as she walked out. "Just a bunch of bullies trying to hurt others because they do something that they cannot do." She was almost growling now.
((Sorry... heehee, its long. :3 ))
"To be clear, a child throws un-needed tantrums just like you just did. I did no such thing. To break one's property and things', is far from childish. Yes, very far, more like babish. I have no intrest in you and I have already stated my name. I am sorry for being so rude, but," She opened her eyes. This time, they where filled in hatered. More than what any other girl here could have. "Breaking someone's tool and loved things, I will not stand for."
Her exression was serious, with a hint of hatered, though a small sprinkle of understandment in her eyes. She turned from him and walked to Claria. She turned to face her. "Although you do look annoying, I can see that you have alot of talent." She said it as if she was almost being starcastic. "Im not saying we are friends, or that we should hang out, no, you look too annoying than that, but if you want, I will buy you a new camera." She looked at the two before walking out.
"A school for the talented, there is not many here." She said loudly as she walked out. "Just a bunch of bullies trying to hurt others because they do something that they cannot do." She was almost growling now.
((Sorry... heehee, its long. :3 ))
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Demitri smiled, he knew she become this way. He chuckled, this was too easy, he though, she looked stronger than that. He sat back down, now knowing that he had much more victories than the two girls thought he did. He pulled out his note book, scribbled down a few things, and slid it back into his pocket. He left his seat, and returned to his chair with his cello, and laughed.
"Indeed, you are correct," he stifled his laugh, "but children also know nothing but what they see, and that is all of what they know," he acidentally uncovered his mouth, threw his head back, and let out a manic laugh. Indeed, he had many victories...
(yay, I succeded at making a creepy character)
"Indeed, you are correct," he stifled his laugh, "but children also know nothing but what they see, and that is all of what they know," he acidentally uncovered his mouth, threw his head back, and let out a manic laugh. Indeed, he had many victories...
(yay, I succeded at making a creepy character)
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(Travie, I'm not likeing the guy.)
Claira turned and followed Kiyomi so she could get away from the creepy guy. "There's no need, I'll get a new one tonight." Then she frowned. "But that guy shouldn't be here! I've already been here last year and one thing was made perfectly clear: no matter how much talent you have, bad behavior is never tolerated. That guy will probably get kicked out before the school week is over."
Claira smiled. "I'm sorry if I come across as annoying or rude. It's just my last school was....let's say I rather be hanging out with him than be there."
Claira turned and followed Kiyomi so she could get away from the creepy guy. "There's no need, I'll get a new one tonight." Then she frowned. "But that guy shouldn't be here! I've already been here last year and one thing was made perfectly clear: no matter how much talent you have, bad behavior is never tolerated. That guy will probably get kicked out before the school week is over."
Claira smiled. "I'm sorry if I come across as annoying or rude. It's just my last school was....let's say I rather be hanging out with him than be there."
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(lol)
Kiyomi nodded but she really wasn't listening fully. All she heard was laughing. Though, she honestly had no intrest in niether one of them. Her goal was to be more famous than her mother and father combined. She was sticking to it no matter what. She walked out of the school, heading towards the dorm area. When she had gotten there, she put her violin down and took out a small duffle bag out of her suit case. Time to practice her other talent. She grabbed her violin and duffle bag and walked towards the door and out of the dorm area.
She walked out back towards the school. She walked towards the gym are. There was a medium sized room with mirrors everywhere. She went to the bathroom and changed into long gymnists clothes. The sleeve goes to her elbows and the leggins go right above her knees. It was a purple pastel color. She turned on the music, and this time locking the door behind her, so that no one would desterb her.
She stretched before doing wonderful gymnastic dances. Everything was with the music.
Kiyomi nodded but she really wasn't listening fully. All she heard was laughing. Though, she honestly had no intrest in niether one of them. Her goal was to be more famous than her mother and father combined. She was sticking to it no matter what. She walked out of the school, heading towards the dorm area. When she had gotten there, she put her violin down and took out a small duffle bag out of her suit case. Time to practice her other talent. She grabbed her violin and duffle bag and walked towards the door and out of the dorm area.
She walked out back towards the school. She walked towards the gym are. There was a medium sized room with mirrors everywhere. She went to the bathroom and changed into long gymnists clothes. The sleeve goes to her elbows and the leggins go right above her knees. It was a purple pastel color. She turned on the music, and this time locking the door behind her, so that no one would desterb her.
She stretched before doing wonderful gymnastic dances. Everything was with the music.
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Demitri was in his room, again. He was silant, breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on a dolls he had just made, now maimed and ruined. He laughed, again. He laughed because he hated the world, he hated the human race.
"I hate them!" he said, a voice scratched and gravly, "why can't they all die?" he asked the wall, which had many marks from his nails as he put his anger upone it. Then, he heard a knock on the door.
"Demitri?" it was te councler man. He calmed down to his tenor tone, "yes?" he asked.
"May I come in?" he asked him. Demitri nodded and mumbled for him to come in. He was a tall, wirey man, with a thin face and lips, and eyes that were concerd.
"Why are you here?" Demitri crossed his arms and legs. The councler man gave him a concerned look, "I heard you screaming, who got you angry this time?" he asked. Demitri threw down the maimed dolls and hugged the councler man, "It's... It's those girls! I hate them! The other had to come and stick her nose into the other bussiness and got me mad, turning the other against me!" he burst into tears. He would only do this to the councler man, because, like Demitri, he watched and waited.
"Shush..." the councler man cooed, stroking the tangled mess of aburn hair upone the boy's head, "people arn't used to people like you, they think that you're crazy, when you're just intersting," he told him. Demitri looked up at him, tears streaming down his face, "but what if I am crazy?" he asked.
"You're not crazy, if you were, you wouldn't be questioning it," he told him. Demitri buried his head into the man's chest, and he cried.
"I hate them!" he said, a voice scratched and gravly, "why can't they all die?" he asked the wall, which had many marks from his nails as he put his anger upone it. Then, he heard a knock on the door.
"Demitri?" it was te councler man. He calmed down to his tenor tone, "yes?" he asked.
"May I come in?" he asked him. Demitri nodded and mumbled for him to come in. He was a tall, wirey man, with a thin face and lips, and eyes that were concerd.
"Why are you here?" Demitri crossed his arms and legs. The councler man gave him a concerned look, "I heard you screaming, who got you angry this time?" he asked. Demitri threw down the maimed dolls and hugged the councler man, "It's... It's those girls! I hate them! The other had to come and stick her nose into the other bussiness and got me mad, turning the other against me!" he burst into tears. He would only do this to the councler man, because, like Demitri, he watched and waited.
"Shush..." the councler man cooed, stroking the tangled mess of aburn hair upone the boy's head, "people arn't used to people like you, they think that you're crazy, when you're just intersting," he told him. Demitri looked up at him, tears streaming down his face, "but what if I am crazy?" he asked.
"You're not crazy, if you were, you wouldn't be questioning it," he told him. Demitri buried his head into the man's chest, and he cried.
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Claira had just got off the phone with the closest electronic store. She had order one of the best video cameras in the world and it'll be here by tonight. Thank God for fast shipping, she thought.
Claira was now alone in the dorm. She smiled and went and sat down at her keyboard. Time for a little music. Claira retrieved her songbook and found the song she had just completed the previous night. NO TURNING BACK, she titled it. And let's see how this turns out.
Claira was now alone in the dorm. She smiled and went and sat down at her keyboard. Time for a little music. Claira retrieved her songbook and found the song she had just completed the previous night. NO TURNING BACK, she titled it. And let's see how this turns out.
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About 3 hours passed when she came towards her dorm. She opened it to find Claria on the computer. She was already showered in her jammies. They where red silk bottom and top, her long wavy hair down, it was probably down to her but. She went to her side of the bed and put her duffle bag down. That is when she got her laptop out and started to go on it. She looked up some replacement bow-strings, she liked to use the regular strings, that many schools use, horse hair. She then looked up some cleaners as well.
It took her thiry minutes to order and look up everything before she shut it off. With out consulting Claria, she turned off the lights and anything else besides Claria's computer and went to bed. Yes, it was pretty early, but then again, she was the first one to wake up.
(Lol, ok, what time of day is it? I might have to edited that post. heehhee. :) )
It took her thiry minutes to order and look up everything before she shut it off. With out consulting Claria, she turned off the lights and anything else besides Claria's computer and went to bed. Yes, it was pretty early, but then again, she was the first one to wake up.
(Lol, ok, what time of day is it? I might have to edited that post. heehhee. :) )
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Claira glared at her roommie even though she couldn't see her. It's only 8:30! She was typing up her song on her laptop and Kiyomi had rudely turned off all the lights to go to bed. Claira sighed. She quielty vowed she won't get into a fight with Kiyomi. It won't do any good.
Claira stayed on the computer for another hour doing random things and then went to bed. She probably shouldn't be late to class tomorrow. What does she have first hour? Oh yeah, Trig. Oh, boy. "Regular" classes before the music classes. Oh joy.
Claira stayed on the computer for another hour doing random things and then went to bed. She probably shouldn't be late to class tomorrow. What does she have first hour? Oh yeah, Trig. Oh, boy. "Regular" classes before the music classes. Oh joy.
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Demitri awoke, like usal, to see the councler man, asleep at the end of the bed, like he usally was. He quietly got out his bed and took a quick shower, got his uniform on, and poke the other awake.
"You know you have to go to work," he told him. The councler man blinked, "I know," he said groggily, "I'm suprised I havent been caught sleeping here yet," he told him. Demitri smiled, he only smiled for the councler man.
"You know you have to go to work," he told him. The councler man blinked, "I know," he said groggily, "I'm suprised I havent been caught sleeping here yet," he told him. Demitri smiled, he only smiled for the councler man.
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Ok, this shall be fun! I want to start this rp with the first day, and I forgot to add that this is a private school, so the character would have to have a scholarship to get here, students stay in dorms, and Travie, old friend, what does your character play?