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Aaron Stone

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a character in “Sincerely, Anon”, originally authored by Miss_Dreamer, as played by RolePlayGateway

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♦ The Basics ♦

» Name: Aaron Stone
» Age: 17
» Role: The Shy one
» Gender: Male
» Sexual Orientation: Straight
» Occupation: Works at the book store




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♦ The Description ♦

» Face Claim: Drake Bell
» Hair: Brown
» Eyes: Brown
» Face: Lightly tan
» Build: Toned sort of
» Style: Modern
» Markings: Scar on his left calf




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♦ The Character ♦


» Likes: Brownies, Girls, Playing the guitar, reading, his sister
» Dislikes: Annoying people, his dad, Amanda’s bunny
» Phobias: Astraphobia: Fear of thunder and lightning
» Habits: runing his fingers through his hair, and strumming on his guitar
» Personality: Aaron is a very nice person unlike his sister. He likes to make people happy and not to have them upset. He usually brings happiness when he plays on his guitar, but he is very shy. He rarely talks to people in school or at work. It will take a lot to get him to talk. When he does talk it is usually something important to. He likes to be alone sometimes and can’t stand when his sister rants. He can tolerate a lot of things though.




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♦ The Past ♦


» History: Anyone that knows Amanda, knows that Aaron's parent's are rich. She has practically told everyone that they knew. Aaron knew that his family had some flaws, but he didn't think anything of it, like Amanda did. Aaron found another way to deal with his family. Instead of ignoring them like Amanda did, he smoked weed. Lot's of it. He would go to his room lock the door and smoke. His parents were both drunks and work addicts, but his father would stretch his limits a lot. He would always come for Amanda. I saved her time from times which explains how I got my scar. He hit me with a beer bottle. But my mom is worse. Even if she doesn't bother Amanda she bothers me. She doesn't touch me or anything, but she makes me do things with some of her co-workers so that she gets higher up on the scale. I do it, but i'm usually high.
I have a better relationship with my parents than Amanda does. I actually talk to them sometimes and acknowledge there presence. But sometimes I wish they would go away.
» Family: Mom, Dad, and Amanda
» Relationships: No one yet
» Secrets: He smokes weed. A lot
**He has sex multiple times to help his mother in the business**Biggest secret
» Password: Forever Moi
» Other:

So begins...

Aaron Stone's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Anon Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Beth Potter Character Portrait: Kasper Wren Character Portrait: Snow K Wren Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn

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Anonymous

To: Sabine Carter
From: Blocked Number
How's the love life going? Found any cute girls lately? - Anon. x


To: Amanda Stone
From: Blocked Number
How's daddy's little girl? He sure loves his daughter, doesn't he?;) -Anon.


To: Aaron Stone
From: Blocked Number
How's all Mom's co-workers keeping up? Then again, how would you know? You'e probably too high to remember anything.. ;) x - Anon.


To: Charlotte Clark
From: Blocked Number
I don't mean to add fuel to the fire, but I know why you're here ;) Fire.. bad choice of words? x - Anon.


To: Louis Everly
From: Blocked Number
How's Ryan's family these days? Still mourning over their lost little boy? Be careful where you step, that could be you one day. x - Anon.


To: Marjorie Feller
From: Blocked Number
It must be hard work being a prostitute - especially having to kill off kids in your stomach;) Remember: Stay safe! X - Anon.


To: Beth Potter
From: Blocked Number
Everyone thinks you're so innocent, yet you smoke and have a child. What happened? - Anon. x


To: Kasper Wren
From: Blocked Number
Welcome to Mackenzie Prep! Be careful, there are some dark people here - and I know how much you hate the dark;) - Anon. x


To: Snow K Wren
From: Blocked Number
How's your boyfrie- Oh, wait, you've never had one.. shame. x - Anon.


To: Elisa Grace
From: Blocked Number
How's that diet your on going? What is it called - not eating? - Anon. x


To: Teagan Thorn
From: Blocked Number
How long are you going to pretend your not sick? Maybe once everyone realizes who is responsible for your sister disappearing? x - Anon.

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Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone

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Amanda Stone


Amanda woke up to the sound of her alarm clock and the sun shining from her window. She let out a yawn and rolled out of bed. Her arms were sore from fighting her father the night before, but of course she wasn’t going to tell anyone that. Everyone was just going to have to believe that she was working out for too long. Since she actually does work out. She took a breath and opened the door to her bedroom slowly trying to hear if her parents are awake or not. Luckily they aren’t. She dashed to the bathroom before her brother and took a hot 20 minute shower.

Once she was done she went back to her room with a towel wrapped around herself and her hair dripping wet. She shut and locked the door to her room and then stood before her closet. She needed to find something to wear. After 10 minutes of thinking she decided to wear this. She put it on and twirled a few times in the mirror. She felt amazing. She then grabbed her phone and checked the message.

The message from the blocked number shocker her. “Shit.” She deleted the message and pretended she didn’t see it. She did not need a bad start to the first day of school. She was head cheerleader and pretty popular. She did not need whoever this Anon was to kill her mood. She looked at herself in the mirror, fixed her hair and walked out of her bedroom door. She walked past her parents bedroom door quietly and went downstairs to wait for her brother, Aaron to drive them to school.

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Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone

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Aaron Stone



Aaron woke up after Amanda finished her shower. She was took a long time so he set his alarm clock accordingly. He rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. He barely remembers what happened the other night when his parents got home, but the second he got out of bed in the nude he knew exactly what happened. He let out a sigh and went on a mission to find his boxers. Once he found them he made his way to the bathroom and took his 5 minute shower.

He left the bathroom and went back to his room to stand before his closet. It took his 2 seconds to pick out his outfit. He then grabbed his phone saw the message from the blocked number. And he was in trouble. He opened up the test message to send back a reply.

To:Blocked Number
From: Aaron
Leave me alone


He sent the message and slipped the phone into his pocket. He then jogged down the stairs to greet his sister. “Morning.” He grabbed the car keys and opened the door for her. Then he shut the door behind them, got into the Hummer Benz in the driveway and drove them to school.

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

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Amanda Stone


Amanda was sipping some coffee when her brother Aaron came down to take them to school. She nodded at him to acknowledge his presence and then followed him to the car. It doesn't take long for them to get to the school from where they live, but it was much better than taking the bus. And Aaron was always willing to drive her to school, as long as she stayed quiet and didn't say bad things about people then she was golden. It's not hard since she hardly talks to Aaron anyway unless its about school work since they have most of the same classes. She sipped her coffee slowly watching as the school came into view. A huge smile came across her face. She knew this was going to be a good day.

When Aaron parked the car and grabbed her backpack, and cheer bag and jumped out of the car. "Good I get to speak!" She said looking straight at her brother. She then waved bye to him and strutted through the parking lot and down the hall. When she got to her locker she saw that she shared her locker with Marjorie, a fellow cheerleader. Luckily that meant that her locker partner wasn't going to be all the bad and she might actually have fun this year. She opened her locked and stuffed her cheer bag in. "Hi Marjorie!" Amanda said cheerfully as she shut her locker door. She didn't know much about Marjorie, all she knew was that she is on the cheer squad and is a junior.




Aaron Stone


Aaron kept his eyes on the road as Amanda started drinking her coffee. He made a deal with her that he would take her to school everyday as long as she didn't speak non sense. She usually stayed quiet. Once he pulled up into the parking lot, Amanda jumped out of the car and waved goodbye. He waved back and got out of the car himself. He grabbed his backpack and guitar from the backseat. He always keeps his guitar around so that he could play it when he got bored. Luckily the lockers were big enough so that he could fit the guitar in there.

He walked to the school doors and made his way down the hall to his locker. He saw a guy by the lockers who he believed his name was Louis. He wasn't sure since he never talked to him. Aaron neared the lockers and opened the one next to Louis. He slipped his guitar in there and pulled out some textbooks and his cellphone. He didn't say much to anyone at school because he always felt like no one wanted to be his friend anyway and he honestly didn't care. He always did fine on his own.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace

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Marjorie
Marjorie is about to snap at some unfortunate freshman who had just stepped on her toe accidentally when the unopposed queen bee of the school walks up to her locker with a pearly smile and a cheer bag slung over her shoulders. "Hi Marjorie!" The young woman, Amanda Stone, says cheerfully, practically radiating this ecstasy that makes the other cheerleader, with her dark hair and biting tongue, want to smack the smile off of her pretty little face. Of course, she does no such thing, only returning the smile with a feigned fond one of her own- the two aren't particularly close (Marjorie hasn't been particularly close to anyone, recently), but being in the same clique does mean that some familiarity is shared between the two cheerleaders. They had both been in the running for head cheerleader, though Marjorie fell behind in her skills during the time which could have gained her the position, mostly due to the unforseen events and the things she had to do in order to try and fix things a little bit. There is slight resentment towards Amanda in her, therefore, for it seems as though the bottle ginger just eased her way into the position, not a single look of stress on her lovely skin. Of course, the amount of people towards whom she feels some envy and resentment has been steadily growing since the middle of sophomore year, and so it isn't anything particularly personal- she dislikes Amanda less than she dislikes some others, though not but much. The girl before her seems, after all, to have a perfect life- popular, beautiful, wealthy and, above all, happy. Naturally, Marjorie has no way of knowing the truth of the matter- due to this, she goes on obliviously feeling spite towards the girl she perceives as having everything, and paying nothing to gain it.

"Hey, Amanda! I guess we're lockermates then, huh?" She responds with a masterful voice of false pleasantness, one which would be nearly impossible to see through. It would not do, after all, for her to unleash her frustrations upon the head cheerleader and the girl whom she will be stuck next to for the next of the year, in the way of lockers. The young woman places her own cheerbag into her locker, doing so quickly so that it won't be compared to the fine quality of Amanda's, and closes the locker. She leans against it then, surveying Amanda for a moment with that smile which only encourages the image everyone has of her being a girl without a care in the world- one who is cruel without cause, and blessed in several ways. The girl who, like Amanda, is the subject of many envious stares. At that moment, two young women walk towards Marjorie and Amanda- familiar faces, as they are Sabine and Elisa, two girls who are infamous for being the rebel and the nerd, respectively. She looks them up and down with those judgemental dark eyes of hers, eyelashes fluttering slightly as she does so, before a smirk pulls at Marjorie's lips very slightly, as though slightly amused by something. She doesn't even say anything, only chuckles very softly, in a way that is clearly mocking, and somehow more biting than words- for it seems as though she cannot find the correct words to describe what is wrong with the two. This, of course, is a technique that she uses when multitasking or, in some cases, serving clients. It tends to work both ways.

Louis
The young man looks to the side at a boy who has stopped at the locker beside him and begun to put a rather awesome looking guitar into the large lockers. Intrigued, he decides to engage the fellow student, who he vaguely recognises as being seen around Amanda Stone sometimes (her brother, maybe? Cousin?), in a conversation. Louis waves away his friend and turns his smile towards the red-haired lockermate, whom he will be next to for the next year, apparently, and starts somewhat simply. "Hey. I'm Louis- Louis Everly. I guess we'll be next to each other for the next year, huh? Treat me well~" he says cheerfully, extending a hand towards Aaron welcomingly, presumably for a handshake or something. The Jake hat on his head seems to smile down at Aaron, all goldenrod and cartoon-like, as though mirroring the bright nature of its wearer. Now that Louis thinks about it, he has only ever seen the young man before him talk in order answer questions posed by teachers and other staff. Other than that, he seems as silent as a doormouse, if those are as silent as the sayings go, and doesn't seem to be the very socia type. Not that this deters Louis, who continues to hold his hand out anyway. Personally, he could never take being so shy as the man before him seems to be -at least from previous encounters- for then he would have to depend mostly on others for noise to exist.

Although he does seem cheerful still, the young man has the text message floating about in the back of his head. It was far too specific to justify as a prank, though perhaps someone from his previous school may have sent it to him- how they would've gotten his number, he has positively no idea. He's always been fairly good at ignoring things like that, however, and so pushes it as far back as possible as he smiles at the redhead before him expectantly. No one would guess, looking at him, the personality that he used to have. The person he used to be. That person almost seems to no longer exist. Except for in the suppressing of anger, the ignoring of the problem, and the need to have someone around him.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace

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Amanda Stone


Amanda smiled at Majorie. She remembered how they were both in the running for head cheerleader, but Amanda's skills prevailed and lead her to the top. She doesn't like to brag about it often, but sometimes it slips up in a conversation. "At least we are locker mates with each other, and not some random." Amanda said seriously, but in a joking tone. She had many friends in this school, but she absolutely had many enemies. Which was anyone who was not in sports pretty much. She never knew why and didn't understand it, but she never argued she just hated them back. It always seemed fair to her. And besides it's not like they know her or her life.

Then Sabine and Elisa walked towards the two cheerleaders and Amanda could see the smirk on Marjorie's face. Sabine was bullied by the cheerleaders all last year and Amanda would know, she was apart of it. But anything she said was never a rumor. She just simply bothered the girl. Being a bitch was most of the cheerleader's specialty and Amanda was okay with that. Amanda waved at Teagon and then gave a cunning smile towards the two girls. She didn't plan to make there lives easy this year. She was just like that. "So Marjorie. Ready to get to class?"




Aaron Stone


Aaron looked at the guy that said his name was Louis as he slipped his phone in his pocket. He put his textbooks in one hand and let the arm fall by his side. Louis holds out his hand and Aaron shakes it. "Aaron." He said with a small smile trying to be friendly, but he didn't really like talking to people. He dropped his hand and stood there a bit awkwardly since he didn't know him that well. Unlike Aaron, Louis liked to talk to people. It was evident by all the friends he had. He was always talking to someone whether they were friends or not. His sister, Marjorie, had lots of friends as well. Since she was on the cheer leading squad like his sister. Aaron didn't join clubs or try and make friends hence the reason no one really knows who he is, but he is fine with that.

Aaron then saw his sister down the hall talking to Marjorie and of course probably being gossipy or doing girly like things. He never understood his sister at school, but he never questioned her. At home things were different.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Anon Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Beth Potter Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn Character Portrait: Beck Hades

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Charlotte Clark

Beep. Beep Bee-
Charlie groggily pulled the duvet covers off her. She turned off her alarm and quickly made her bed, before getting dressed into some black, high waisted denim shorts, a pink see through top with skulls on it and a black tank underneath, some black tights, some black converse and a leather jacket. She applied a layer of concealer, mascara, eyeliner and blush, before leaving her bedroom, her schoolbag slung over one shoulder.

Another hour later - which included eating her breakfast, tying her hair into a fishtail plait and brushing her teeth - and Charlie was at the school. Her phone buzzed just as she was getting off the bus, which reminded Charlie that she wanted to text her friends. She opened the message as she walked through the double doors and through the corridors, to where her locker was.

To: Charlotte Clark
From: Blocked Number
I don't mean to add fuel to the fire, but I know why you're here ;) Fire.. bad choice of words? x - Anon.


Charlotte stopped in the middle of the hall as she reread the test, greeting her with a million elbows and people swarming past her all at once. Fire - they didn't know, they couldn't know. It wasn't that that worried her the most, it was the message itself. I know why you're here... that one must be a lie. No one knew about that, not even her closest friends. Unless Jason told someone, it had just been the Clark's little secret.

She shook her head lightly, plastering a fake smile over her frown as she had been doing for months. She deleted the message and decided to meet up with some of her friends, and hopefully get her mind off of the weird message from a blocked number. She opened her locker, grabbed her books, and sent the messages.

To: Amandaa<3
Hey, where are youu? x


To: Marjorie:D
Hey, where are youu? x





Anon

To: Blocked Number
From: Sabine Carter
Um who the fuck are you and how the fuck do you know. Stay away. ~S


To: Sabine Carter
From: Blocked Number
I'm sure you're dying to find out, but that would spoil the fun, wouldn't it? - Anon. xo


To: Blocked Number
From: Teagan Thorn
What are you talking about and what is your problem?


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


To: Blocked Number
From: Elisa Grace
Leave me alone, you don't know me.


To: Elisa Grace
From: Blocked Number
How do you know that? I could be standing beside you right now. x - Anon.


To: Blocked Number
From: Beth Potter
Hahaha very funny I know it is someone from my old school that is texting me.


To: Beth Potter
From: Blocked Number
Maybe it is, or maybe I'm standing right beside you;) And why does it make a difference? - Anon. x


To: Blocked Number
From: Louis Everly
Who is this? What are you talking about?


To: Louis Everly
From: Blocked Number
I could tell you, but that would spoil the fun, wouldn't it? Even though you would probably kill to know.. - Anon. xo


To: Blocked Number
From: Aaron Stone
Leave me alone


To: Aaron Stone
From: Blocked Number
Grow up, and don't expect me to start pitying you just because you sleep around to help your mother. - Anon. x


To: Beck Hades
From: Blocked Number
Are you still in that gang, The Emeralds? Caught you! - Anon. x


[OOC: I shall add the tags later, I'm going to have mo dhinnear :D (Don't ask, it's IrishxD)]

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace

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Louis
The young man before him, who will be Louis's locker neighbor the rest of this year, seems to not be nearly as loquacious as the dark-haired student himself, but he smiles brightly and shakes his hand anyway. Even Aaron's voice is kind of quiet, his smile small and his gestures somewhat, well, awkward. The good point of being outgoing is the fact that you can do excruciatingly awkward things, and no one will think anything of it because you do so with a grin and a fast-paced mannerism. Looking at Aaron is not unlike looking at an old photograph of himself, Louis realizes, for the young man before him is shy, rather forgettable, and seems as though he would be the type to bottle everything up inside of him until BAM!, he explodes just as Ryan did. The very thought makes Louis's smile fade slightly, a frown briefly taking the place of it as he surveys the person before him. There is that single moment of silence, with the concerned frown on the boy with the hat's face, before he grins once more and leans on the longboard which he still holds- he takes it around school for the entire day, because one never knows when they might need it. Generally, teachers either don't really mind, or will half-heartedly tell him to put it up. He is such a presence in class that the board seems a rather minor detail to any decent instructor.

"And you are. . .what? A junior? Sophomore? I think we had some classes together last year, but you could just be advanced, huh? I mean, that or I could be in lower level classes and simply not think about it. But you seem fairly smart, eh? So probably the former. I'm sure we'll get on well, anyway," the chatty young man rattles on, seeming completely comfortable and oblivious to the fact that he has begun to ramble a bit. He stops and waves at a passing girl, who smiles at him and waves back before continuing on her way, and low-fives a guy, all whilst still seeming engaged by Aaron. Although he may not be an athlete or a brainiac, Louis is one of those people who become popular on the merit of personality- once everyone else seems to like him, the kids considered traditionally popular just kind of followed suit. There exists such people in every school- popular in that they know and are liked by most people, but not that they are athletic or intimidating. Such people are simply charismatic. Who would have expected that he would turn out like that, given what the young man used to be like? His phone then vibrates again, and Louis grabs at it quickly, knowing that the text is likely a response from the blocked number. Seeing the underline of the word kill, his stomach turns. The young man quickly types out a response.

To: Blocked Number
From: Louis Everly
Shut up. Why are you even bothering me? Just leave me alone.


In his frustration, he punches his own locker, creating a small dent and attracting a few stares. However, the eyes turn away when he grins at them and shakes his hand comically, "Don't know my own strength!" He explains cheerfully, earning a few chuckles and warding off most of the suspicious looks.


Marjorie
Marjorie nods in agreement, smiling brightly at the red-haired popular before her. Admittedly, she is indeed grateful to not have to share lockers with some unknown person, because they may end up trying to talk to her or some other nonsense like that, and she can hardly deal enough with being pleasant to those who it is necessary to be so with. Hence the fact that she is probably the worst among the popular group when it comes to acting cruel towards those who were below them on the social ladder. Take Sabine and Elisa for example- she started most of the insults against them, and though the spreading of rumors can be left to other girls, it was she who put into action many of the events that would lead to rumors. She may not be as gifted at cheerleading as Amanda is, but she is queen when it comes to hurting other people- a kind of stress relief that she uses to try and ease her own pain. It is incredibly effective, and though she knows that this behavior only mimicks the stereotype of taking your problems out on others, the young woman continues gladly with it. She doesn't care much about whether people hate her, as long as they also envy or fear her, and is perfectly fine with being a bad person if it means she can get through another day. Catching the smile that Amanda flashed towards the girl, one as sly as a fox, Marjorie remembered one of the reasons that she didn't entirely hate the head cheerleader- they thought rather similarly when it came to making the lives of others' difficult. The dark-haired girl smirks again herself, although this time it is not one of nerves.

"Naturally. What language are you taking?" Although she asks this, the young woman is distracted by her phone going off. She rushes to look at it, but relaxes as soon as seeing that the number is that of Charlotte.

To: Charlotte
From: Marjorie
With Amanda by the lockers. Near the lunch pavillion.

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

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Amanda


"Naturally. What language are you taking?" Amanda looked at Marjorie after her taunt towards Elisa and Sabine. "Spanish. You?" She then got a text message and she almost had a heart attack, but luckily it was from Charlotte. She asked where she was.

To: Charlotte
From: Amanda
With Marjorie, by the lunch area!


She slipped the phone back into her bag and leaned against her locker waiting for Charlotte. She was thinking about the text message she got from this morning from Anon. She deleted on instant. It was more out of shock then anything. She didn't need that kind of crap in her life. She had enough stress. Her brother for one, cheerleading for another, and school is the final. She didn't have time for Anon. He thought process is that if she leaves him alone, he will leave her alone.





Aaron now understood that the person he has to spend the rest of the school year next to, was a talker. He didn't generally know what to say to these kind of people since he tried to avoid them as much as possible. It was hard to get them to stop talking and most of the time silence was really all he wanted. "I'm a junior." He replied the the 'talker' next to him. He then got a text message, which is strange because he has no friends. He pulled the phone out from his pocket and saw that it was Anon. He then sent a quick reply.

To: Blocked Number
From: Aaron
I didn't ask for pity. I asked you to leave me alone.

Aaron slipped the phone back into his pocket and then was scared to death when Louis slammed his locker shut. He didn't jump, but it freaked him out a bit. He then stood there awkwardly again not knowing what to say, but then something popped to mine. "Are you..um..okay?" He was referring to him slamming the locker which isn't the typical thing a guy does.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace

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Louis

"You're in my year? Really? Strange- but, I suppose you are rather quiet, so I might've just not noticed you, eh?" Even as he chatters on, it begins to dawn on Louis that the cause of the young man's awkward stance and reluctant responses is probably an aversion to conversation, or interaction in general. Still, this serves to further his resolve to speak to him, for perhaps Ryan might've taken a different path, had it not only been the two of them together, quietly taking every beating and allowing troubles to boil just beneath the surface. At the same time, no one seems to subject Aaron to any ill treatment, from what he had seen, but that is likely due to his relation to the head cheerleader and hottest girl in school, one Amanda Stone. Vaguely, he wonders who it is that Aaron is texting at this moment, a slight flash of frustration across the red-haired boy's face prompting this nosy curiosity. He doesn't respond to Aaron's inquiry about his current state of being, only smiles and shakes his hand loosely to represent it having been just a rather goofy, impulsive motion.

"But I guess that means we may have the same class next, no? What science are you taking? Physics? I'm taking physics. You look like a physics sort- or an Ecology kind of guy, maybe? Well, they are all in the same hallway, aren't they? Come on- want to walk together, then?" Louis continues to prattle, glancing over once towards the other people in the hallway, more to see who is there than anything else. He recognizes the nerdy Elisa, the flirtatious Beck, the attractive but vicious Marjorie, the queen Amanda, the Hockey player Teagan, the bubbly Beth, and then. . .well, two people he doesn't know. They must be new. I know most everyone, by face at least, he thinks, not arrogantly but honestly, at noticing the two he doesn't know. Their appearances are close enough to mark familial relations, certainly. He wonders if either of them will be in a class of his, but smiles back at Aaron once more.


Marjorie
As Amanda responds that she is taking Spanish, Marjorie shakes her head in some amount of disappointment, for this means that the pair will not be in the same first class. "I'm in French IV," she responds regretfully, or so her tone of voice seems to lead on as she makes that slight pouting face that is meant to be seen as somewhat falsified, if only for a bit of exaggeration of her somewhat neutral opinions on this discrepancy of classes. The young woman runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back so that the hair layers to favor one side. It does little to ruffle the hair, really, for she has styled it so methodically that it simply falls back into place, or at least into a neatness, when she has completed the stray action. Noticing that Amanda looks down at her phone and types something out, Marjorie can guess that Charlotte's text had been sent to them. The three basically make up the top three popular girls of the school, being cheerleaders, beautiful, and generally vicious enough to keep others in line. Honestly, Marjorie would have probably made a rather good drill sergeant, were that something that she would ever desire to pursue, due to her perfect organization and ability to insult with little to no hesitation. Of course, that isn't exactly the type of career that the young woman would ever honestly desire.

As 'Raccoon' passes by, Marjorie can catch the murmuring of the word 'bitch' under her breath, something which only serves to make her eyebrows rise with slight amusement at the lack of imagination used in the insult. "A pleasure as usual, Beany," she responds with sarcastic pleasantness, although her eyes have since returned back to Amanda. Still, the intended recipient of the retort is quite clear to anyone within hearing distance of her, and that is perfectly fine for Marjorie at the moment- she'll have an entire year to release any stress on people like that irritating Sabine.

"Should we wait for Charlotte?"

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

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Amanda


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

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

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




Aaron


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