| Sorry. FF wouldn't let me onto the site to start the RP.
Scene
Today is Friday, second day of school. There is a party thrown by Bryce Rogan. Everyone is still getting situated for the new school year and after getting their schedules, everyone is finally coming around to getting to classes, meeting their new classmates, or old ones.
Grey Wilkes
Mr. Greyson Allistair Wilkes sat straddling his Kawasaki Ninja 650R, painted red and still purring from the trip, smoking his cancer stick just outside of the teacher's parking lot. His leather jacket was killing him in the sun, but something uncharacteristic for Grey was his conspicuous notice to safety. Hey, he didn't have a death wish. As he took a great deep breath of that rat poison laced nicotine, he looked over behind him to his little sister, who was scowling again for being late. Technically they weren't late, but of course Miss Priss Lena sitting behind her felt different. She was already yelling, screaming, among other things. They were always late. Lena should've known that by now, but Grey figured that she enjoyed the early morning banter to start off the day. It was like routine by now. Grey enjoyed it.
He was studiously ignoring the yapping behind him. "Are you going to continue complaining? Because this is making you even later." Grey glared back as he let out another drag of his cigarette. The menthols cooled his throat better than any mint could. Grey wasn't looking forward to returning to school. Things had changed. Many things had changed. Some things hadn't. Things were going well with Keeli, or so he thought, during the summer. He still felt like something was... missing. Something wasn't quite right. Grey wasn't normally the possessive one, not normally the paranoid one, but Keeli had been taking some odd phone calls at odd hours... and the way she laughed during this phone calls... something just wasn't right. Thinking about Keeli sure helped get his mind off of Lena's whining.
Tag Lena
Ty to come. __________________ If things get real for me down here,
Promise to take me to before you went away, if only for a day.
If things get real for me down here,
Promise to take me back to the tune we played before you went away.
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