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Skye Williams

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a character in “In It For the Fame {Remake}”, as played by Rabidness

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Name:Skye Faith Willianms
Nickname: None
Age: 14
Program: Musicians
Sexuality:. Pansexual (She doesn't care.)

Likes:
People who bend to her commands
Sweets
Guitar
People who play guitar
Teasing hot people
Heartbreaking
Rock and Roll

Dislikes:
People who don't bend to her commands
Bitter Food
Not teasing
Being in a steady relationship.
Classical music
Rap music
School

Fears:
Being locked in jail
Her parents abusing her
Getting pregnant at 16
Her parents kicking her out of their house

Dreams:
Being world famous for rock and roll
Perfect records as far as police and school go
Making millions of dollars a day

Talents:
Playing electric guitar
Playing piano
Hiding emotions

Hobbies:
Playing guitar
Playing piano
Manipulating people

Secrets: Her parents are part of a gang.

Personality: Skye can seem friendly and possibly even kind when you first meet her. But those who know her say she is a manipulative person. At first, you don't know why, but you find out soon enough.

Skye is very manipulative and controlling, plus she loves teasing. She would prefer to kill her prey after playing with them. Her prey is the human emotions. She loves teasing people with a flip of her hair, but will soon break your heart. And as far as manipulating goes, if you don't follow her word, she will find a way to get your reputation tarnished. You'd best not piss her off.

History: Skye was born as the 7th child of a family. She soon grew to know that if she wanted things, she would have to bribe and trick her way into the thing she wanted. And she did exactly that. Her parents were rich. and gave Skye everything she wanted from a young age, and soon Skye got her teachers all wrapped around her finger. Soon enough, Skye decided to play guitar and got ahold of it quickly, as well as piano.

Skye came here because she had rich parents who thought they saw potential in their only daughter. So she was sent here to learn more about guitar and piano.

Place of Origin: Lansing, MI, USA

Theme Song: Itineranting Diva's Dance Music|Luka Megurine
Anything else: She doesn't know it, but Persephone Williams is her half-sister.

So begins...

Skye Williams's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Marley Ortega-Ortiz Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Belinda Valentino Character Portrait: Nichole Tran Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Skye Williams Character Portrait: Lucas De Luca Character Portrait: Mason Lockwood Character Portrait: Clara Kingsley Character Portrait: Tyler Blake Character Portrait: Cassie Hunt Character Portrait: Persephone Williams Character Portrait: Lexus Venue Character Portrait: Courtney Melissa Paige Character Portrait: Ava J. Doyle Character Portrait: Kassandra Kingsley Character Portrait: Leo R. Jackson Character Portrait: Sawyer Reed
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Melrose Academy Move-In Day


It was move-in day!

It was late August, the warm California sun beating down on poor, defenseless people as they made their way through their different lives, each going on different paths. Some crossed such paths; others, went on by without even acknowledging each other. But it was lively on Melrose Academy campus as the students filed in by groups. Squeals and yells of excitements could be heard a mile away as friends reunited. Some were not as escastic as others. Most, however, were filled with a new sense of adventure and wonder at the looming year of backstabbing, creativity, blooming romance, rivalries and friendships.

Who's ready for an awesome school year?
(OOC: I know. this sucked. but my creative juices are dry right now as i stare at psychology in the face)





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Mom, we've been through this," Nina said calmly, staring up at her anxious mother with expectant and weary eyes. No matter how many times they have done this - unpacking her clothes in a room that wasn't hers and separating for at least a week - Mirella Lovell seemed to not get used to it. Sad green eyes took in her daughter's stance; Nina was seated on her bed with her legs crossed and her body propped up by her hands on the bed. At the moment, Nina Lovell looked like the little impatient child that had to wait for her mother to stop prancing around her room because she was leaving her at Melrose Academy for the first time alone.

Mirella sighed.

It's been a long time since Nina had been that girl and it still felt like that day every single time.

"Fine, fine...I'm leaving," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. Nina grinned and stood, ready to walk her mother to the door. When she stood, a small childish part of her squealed in delight. At some point, Nina became just a few centimeters taller than her mother and she revelled in that revelation. However, just as they began walking into the common area of the suite she was sharing with her other roommates that she had not been able to see, Mirella turned back around and Nina placed impatient hands on her hips. If her mother could pout, the woman would probably be doing so. "I know, but I just...are you sure you don't need anything? Maybe new curtains? Oooh...we can go get that rug - "

"Mom, we literally bought out IKEA this year because you wanted to get everything new," Nina reminded her, taking in her bedroom. She was happy that she got to have everything to herself save for the bathroom, kitchen and living room. Having a bedroom was like achieving near Nirvana; you didn't get there, but you damn sure feel like you were close enough. "I have snacks that could last me the rest of the semester, I like my room, I have my laptop, I have my TV, and I am going to be fine. I'll be even better when you leave." Nina gave her a mom a pointed look and Mirella sighed, defeated. The two women walked out of the room and then out of the suite, arms linked.

Do not get Nina wrong; she loved her mom a lot and she understood where the woman was coming from. Nina had gotten sick during their trip to Montpellier this summer and the woman nearly flew into an anxiety attack. Since then, she had been watching Nina like a hawk. If Nina complained about the smallest of headaches, she was suddenly being whisked away to the hospital. Nina could recall accidentally hitting her arm against a door. It was no secret that Nina bruised easily. Did that stop Mirella from rushing her to the hospital? No. Even when the doctor told her that everything was alright - that it would be rare for her to develop her cancer again during this age range, especially after having made an astounding recovery. But Mirella was steadfast in her desire to watch out for her daughter. Having to separate was probably a pain.

Just as they reached the parking lot, Mirella began listing off all the things she wanted Nina to do and the brunette smirked.

"And call you on Wednesdays after seven because you have choir rehearsal at four-thirty and bible study at six," Nina finished for her and placed her hands on Mirella's shoulders. "Mama, I am going to be fine. If I get the first symptom of anything, I will be in the nurse's office. Pinky swear." Nina even held up her pinky to the older woman and after a moment, Mirella smiled sheepishly and linked their pinkies before pressing her forehead against her daughter's. Nina closed her eyes, smiling.

"Mī thōḍē ēka, āpaṇa prēma," she whispered and pulled away slowly, a bright smile on her face and tears glistening in her eyes.

"Love you too, Mom," Nina replied and watched her mother get in the car. She folded her arms over her chest and walked to the driver's side. "You drive safely. Tell Paṇajī āṇi ājōbā that I love them and I'll call." Her mother nodded and before long, Nina was watching the tail end of her mother's Ford driving off, leaving Nina alone in the parking lot. With nothing to do, Nina straightened out the skirt of her outfit before deciding to text Carmen and find out if she was on campus yet.




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"Dad, I'm fine. Just finished settling in is all," Mason said as he pretty much hurled his suitcase on his bed. Sighing at the task as this was the second suitcase he brought up to his room - second to the trunk of belongings he also had - Mason plopped himself behind the big bag.

Like always, James Lockwood could not come to Melrose Academy or even LA to see his son off. It wasn't that Mason wasn't used to this. Since the incident-that-shall-not-be-named, his father had not been able to look at him the same without some ounce of pity or guilt in his eyes. There was the time with Amber last year and that entire debacle, but other than that, Mason hardly saw his father unless he had somehow gotten into serious trouble. In truth, Uncle Charlie was probably the only real father figure Mason had in his life and normally, that was fine. But, somewhere in the back of his mind where he would deny this vehemently while looking just like the little boy that loved being swung around in his father's arms, he had actually hoped that today would be different.

It wasn't.

Really shouldn't have expected anything more.


"Yes, Uncle Charlie is helping me," Mason answered, almost missing his father's inquiry. Agitation was very much clear in his voice and at some point, Mason didn't care if his roommate - whoever that was - heard. It wasn't like privacy was going to be much anyway; it never was in double rooms. "Yeah, I checked my account. Thanks." At least, that was something Mason could always count on. Money. As sad as it was, that was the one thing his father provided without fail. After a few more moments of meaningless and awkward chatter, Mason bid his father adieu and pretty much threw his phone on the bed. Sighing once more, he layed back and sprawled out, staring at the ceiling.

This was going to be a long year.

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Skye walked into her dorm room, her mother following close behind. As Skye put her suitcase down on a bed, her mother put things into the fridge. Unzipping her suitcase, Skye pulled out her clothes and put them in the drawers near her bed. Soon after the tedious work was done, Skye's mother left.

Skye sighed. She knew her mother was close to tears with her youngest leaving for what seemed like an eternity, but a hug would've been nice. To show that Skye was still number one over her brothers, that was the only reason Skye wanted a hug. Her mother tresured Skye, the only girl child that Skye's mother gave birth to.

But Skye's father... He was a different story. Skye's father was always hanging out with one prostitute or another, and never really paid much mind to Skye.

She flopped down on her bed and began writing a song in her notebook.

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Clara leaned her head against the glass window of her taxi as it sped through the streets of L.A. She watched the blur of people and cars as they passed them by. Her thoughts were taken back to home, and suddenly she wanted to go back. She had loved in New York City her entire life, and she felt at home among the prodigious skyscrapers, the bustling people, and the noise. She rhythmically tapped her fingers on the seat to the beat of the music blasting though her headphones.

Clara was worn out from the long flight she took to get from New York to California, two places on opposite sides of the country. On top of that, she had to catch a taxi to the academy, which piled on another hour and a half of travel. Her eyes caught sight of a building coming into view, and Clara visibly perked up. It was the academy. All feelings of homesickness dispersed, and were replaced by excitement. She was reminded that this was her second home.

The taxi driver pulled up to the front of the school and blandly helped her out with her bags. After being paid, he promptly took his leave, not even looking back. Clara slung her three duffel bags onto her shoulder and pulled her suitcase behind her as she headed towards the entrance. Lugging her bags was quite an ordeal, namely because the bags kept sliding off her shoulder, and the suitcase insisted on getting stuck in every crack. Finally, she made it to the front lobby, and was greeted with the sight of Nina, Theo, and Carmen. She smiled delightedly, and was about to approach them, but held back. She didn't want to risk it, since her luggage was so heavy. She would have time to talk after she unpacked.

Clara found her room rather quickly, and opened the door. When she stepped inside, someone was already there, lounging on a bed and scribbling in a book. She wasn't anyone Clara recognized. Maybe she was a freshman? "Hey," she greeted with a smile, before dumping her bags onto the unoccupied bed. "You must be my roommate. I'm Clara."
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