Role Playing - Players 4 | and the men who say "no competition" know the competition love instills

fleur captives · 07-10-2006, 07:22 PM

I'm jealous of the man, the man you broke the heart of
Broke the heart of
I'm jealous of the men you knew before
In a life that I can never be a part of
There's more than meets the eye
In the way a stranger meets your eye, I know there's more
A Complete History of Sexual Jealousy, Parts 17 to 24

If looks could kill, I'd kill the men
Whose looks would kill you if looks could kill
And the men who say "no competition"
Know the competition love instills
I'm jealous of the people who ask you to ask me "Who's keeping score?"
A Complete History of Sexual Jealousy, Parts 17 to 24 by Momus

Link to previous thread.

Players 9: Boston
This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her, but you don’t
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful, but she don’t mean a thing to me

Boston, Massachusetts: cultural Mecca of the United States and the largest city in the New England region. Affectionately dubbed “The Athens of America,” Boston is an intellectual hub, with some of the world’s most prominent collegiate institutions, and a history rich with spilled tea and the revolution. Centuries after the Puritans landed and Paul Revere rode his horse around the then infantile town to warn, “The British are coming!,” Boston is a thriving, urban metropolis, and the seventh largest city in the US. Having survived industrialization, post-modernism, and devastating economic fluxes, Boston emerged as one of the nation’s premier centers for politics, art, culture, and music (and most recently, it is responsible for the emergence of the hardcore punk scene).[/size]

The Game
I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking
As we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that I was telling
All the playful misspellings
And every bite I gave her left a mark

In the words of God AKA Wikipedia, “Hard work, moral uprightness, and an emphasis on education remain part of Boston's culture.” At Weston High School, students are expected to uphold these values. Some of them do, but not everyone.

While Weston offers a broad spectrum of extra curriculars, there are those who derive their greatest satisfaction not from scoring goals or making touch downs, but from empty promises whispered in the dark of a stranger’s bedroom. For some, it’s a malicious and calculated game that objectifies unwitting victims, reducing them to black pen marks in little black books, and arbitrary notches on belts of experience. For others, it’s a careless and ignorant gesture; a one-night stand written off as nothing more than a casual fling. And then there are those who are just guilty by association. Your friends are an extension of yourself, and if their locker-room talk boasts of latest conquests and present endeavors, you’re no better than the lot of them. In fact, you might be worse, for you stood idly by. Or so the story goes.

As tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises
That you said you didn’t want to fade
But they did, and so did I that day

“The game,” to put it bluntly, is no longer about bedding the most innocent girl in school or the taming of the shrew. It’s about the lies we tell ourselves to get us through another day, and the comfort we find in the rhythm of a stranger’s skin. It’s about careless acts of passion, carefully construed plans of moral depravity, and meaningless trysts that perpetuate a vicious cycle of guilt and self-deprecation. It’s about the people we push away to keep from getting too close; to prevent from preying on our weaknesses, or discovering the carefully polished chinks in our seemingly impenetrable armor. It’s about the lengths we will go to make sure we are the ones who leave first come sunrise, because there is nothing worse than waking up to find that someone else already beat you to it.

So one last touch and then you’ll go
And we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheep
And you are beautiful, but you don’t mean a thing to me

Informational Links
Players 9 Website – Complete with Profiles and Fanart (In Progress)
Boston at Wikipedia – For more information on the city
Weston High School Clubs and Organizations – Um. Yeah. Self-explanatory.

Senior Players
Abraham Yisroel (Max Minghella) he is the zissou
Aidan Troy (Cillian Murphy) xKatx
Christopher “Chris” Graham (Jesse Lacey) FAIT_Accompli
Christopher Huxley (Jonathon Rhys-Meyers) Dr. Barnett05
Dalen Kayhill (Justin Bradley) Beautiful Stranger
Dominick Rhodes (Matthew Gray Gubler) In Fair Verona
Jackson Rasmussen (Michael Pitt) PJ_Believer
Jameson Montague (Ryan Gosling) Kiss_Me_Kate323
Kasey Morgan (Justin Chatwin) Dimaranwen
Keston LaCoaste (Benjamin McKenzie) x*Brooke*x
Leonard “Leo” D’Arcy (Jamie Dornan) *Sarahrooie*
Lucas “Luke” Matteo (James Franco) xocourtneyxo
Nicholas Tam (Heath Ledger) Sundance Kid
Nolan McAllister (Damien Van Zyl) The Fifth Element
Reese Wyman (Kevin Zegers) straylight
Ryan Cooper-Davenport (Dominic Cooper) DreamOn777
Templeton “Temple” Reynolds (Charlie Hunnam) onedur
Travis Matsuura (Jun Matsumoto) In Fair Verona
William “Billy” Maphire (Ian McNeil) Old Wolf

Senior Others
Allegra “Allie” Monroe (Romola Garai) Kiss Me Kate323
Andrew Echolls (Louis Garrel) FAIT_Accompli
Arden Bridges (Amanda Bynes) One and Only
Avery Ethelstan (Amanda Righetti) straylight
Austen Hobbes (Sean Biggerstaff) x*Brooke*x
Breanna Hobbes (Ginnifer Goodwin) In Fair Verona
Brown Coleman (Leandro Becker) One and Only
Catalina Gutierre (Zoë Saldana) he is the zissou
Chase Halvorson (Hayden Christensen) Kiss_Me_Kate323
Chloe Kostas (Anne Hathaway) onedur
Daryl Cage (Keira Knightly) Excalibur
Deirdre Marquet (Elaine Cassidy) FAIT_Accompli
Dongyun “Yun/Damien” Kwan (Rick Yune) Endless Rain
Egan Devereux (Lee Williams) nouvelle jeux
Eliza Echolls (Eva Green) *Sarahrooie*
Farryn Kennicot (Margo Harshman) Beautiful Stranger
Greer Di Benedetto (Lisa Origliasso) PJ_Believer
Hayden “Dee” Harrell (Kate Ellery) dreamboat 370
Holden Harrell (Chris Doe) dreamboat370
Isobel Wescott (Zooey Deschanel) Sundance Kid
Jenny Darlotte (Trish Goff) x*Brooke*x
Jeremiah “Jeremy” Flynn (Brandon Routh) Dimaranwen
Kaede Yasashiku (Olivia Lufkin) tableofhearts
Lauren Palmer (Dominique Swain) FAIT_Accompli
Leah Madison (Christina Ricci) MissAndieWitter
Loudon Crow (Nick Valensi) Sundance Kid
Madeline Jeston (Emilie de Raven) x*Brooke*x
Mason Davis (Shenae Grimes) xocourtneyxo
Micah Dunlevy (Sufjan Stevens) The Fifth Element
Mollie Astley (Michelle Nolan) *Sarahrooie*
Reagan Atherton (Mandy Moore) fleur captives
Ridley Bosworth (Steve Sandvoss) In Fair Verona
Roxanne “Roxy” Terret (Rachel McAdams) James_is_my_Baby23
Ryland McKensie (Trent Ford) onedur
Sileou Harvey (Mischa Barton) MischaFan42
Sophia Wagner (Bryce Dallas Howard) DreamOn777
Tanner West (Scarlett Johansson) Kiss_Me_Kate323
Tristan Cochran (Gaspard Ulliel) Dimaranwen
Tyree Spears (Marques Houston) straylight
Vishnumaya “Maya” Odathi (Parminder Nagra) xKatx

Senior Hors
Celinda Garrett (Mary Elizabeth Winstead) The Fifth Element
Dylan Rhodes (Katherine Moening) Endless Rain
Diana Morgan (Elisha Cuthbert) kncliff87
Ebony McAlpine (Kristen Kreuk) Beauty In Imperfection
Leila Morgan (Jessica Stam) x*Brooke*x

Junior Players
Adlai Legends (Jeremy DuFour) Endless Rain
Austin Seabold (J.D. Pardo) tableofhearts
Peter Connaway (Jamie Johnston) MissAndieWitter

Junior Others
Andrea “Andie” Donahue (Saskia Burmeister) FAIT_Accompli
Anna Kennedy (Natalie Portman) he is the zissou
Aubrey St. John (Rachel Hurd-Wood) The Fifth Element
Ayda Elmeligue (Leonor Varela) straylight
Joseph Lincoln (Vincent Lacrocq) he is the zissou
Margaret “Meg” Anstruther (Allison Lohman) he is the zissou
Maxwell “Max” Kennedy (Chad Cunningham) *Sarahrooie*
Naomi Graham (Thora Birch) Sundance Kid
Natalie Giordano (Carol Bernardi) FAIT_Accompli
Neveah Matthews (Mena Suvari) onedur
Peyton Hafenbrack (Ellen Page) In Fair Verona
Sadie Riehl (Irina Lazareanu) fleur captives
Sailor Dean (Brittany Mastin) One and Only
Samson Weisman (Teddy Geiger) PJ_Believer
Sasha Montague (Ashley Leggat) Beautiful Stranger
Whitney-Anne Carpenter (Tiffany Dravecky) Old Wolf
Winston Haverell (Garrett Hedlung) One and Only

Junior HORS
Amelia Coleman (Kristen Stewart) Kiss_Me_Kate323
Arabelle Cooper-Davenport (Ashley Trisdale) ~Crayola~
Francesca “Frankie” Federico (Nikki Reed) James_Is_My_Baby23

Sophomore Others
Fiona Cooper-Davenport (Camilla Belle) nouvelle jeux
Katelyn “Kate” Reed (Nataliya Piro) x*Brooke*x

Faculty
Bryce Cunningham (Brad Pitt / History) Shiri S
Charles “Charlie” Gates (John Krasinski / Assistant Teacher and Varsity Football Coach) nouvelle jeux
Danica Hollander (Charlize Theron / French, Art, Senior Homeroom) The Fifth Element
Ethan Reznick (Zach Braff / Photography, Junior Homeroom) The Fifth Element
Jack Elridge (Louis Theroux / Creative Writing and Honors English 11) fleur captives
Michelle DeVoss (Audrey Tautou / Advanced Biology I, II and Environmental Systems) In Fair Verona

The Players Soundtrack

BEFORE THE GAME:
23 by Jimmy Eat World
Another For Another by Lennon
Can't Stop by Mozella
Dirty Business by The Dresden Dolls
I’m Your Villain by Franz Ferdinand
Into The Fire by Thirteen Senses
Japanese Gum by Her Space Holiday
Ladytron by Roxy Music
Popular by Nada Surf
Riga Girls by The Weepies
The Mating Game by the Monochrome Set
The Moth by Aimee Mann
The Sinner In Me by Depeche Mode
Too Drunk To Fuck by Dead Kennedy’s/Nouvelle Vague
What Of Me by Trespassers William
Two Points For Honesty by Guster
Where Happiness Lives by Magnet
You’re So Damn Hot by OK Go

DURING THE GAME:
All I Want by Susie Suh
Chocolate by Snow Patrol
Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
Bedroom Dancing by Day One
Disintegration by Jimmy Eat World
Distraction by Angels And Airwaves
Fidelity by Regina Spektor
My Favorite Game by The Cardigans
Night Drive by Jimmy Eat World
No Uniform Is Gonna Keep You Warm by Nightmare of You
Over My Head (Cable Car) by The Fray
Part-Time Lover by Copeland
Punish Me With Kisses by Bird York
Stars and Boulevards by Augustana
Stitches by Orgy
The Ratio of Freckles to Stars by Halou
The Walk by Imogen Heap
This Time Of Night by New Order
Today by Joshua Radin
Twenty Four Hours by Athlete
Vertical Cougar by Beep Beep

AFTER THE GAME:
A Dark Congregation by The Hush Sound
A Few Hours After This by the Cure
Broken Promises For Broken Hearts by She Wants Revenge
Collide by Dishwalla
Girl Singing In The Wreckage by Black Box Recorder
Heaven Is Paved With Broken Glass by XTC
Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap
Linger by The Cranberries
Never Take Friendship Personal by Anberlin
Precious by Depeche Mode
Relapsing by Boys Night Out
Say Hello, Wave Goodbye by David Gray
Skeleton Key by Margot & The Nuclear So & So's
Someone Else's Arms by Mae
Tear In your Hand by Tori Amos
Teenage Love Song by Rilo Kiley
The Space Between by Valencia
Vow by Garbage
What If You by Joshua Radin
Your Heart Dies by The Brunettes

Role Players
Alicia | onedur | geech @ GJ
Ann | PJ_Believer
Beauty In Imperfection | Beauty In Imperfection
Bob | Old Wolf
Brooke | x*Brooke*x
Dana | tableofhearts
Dr. Barnett05 | Dr. Barnett05
Emily | dreamboat 370 | zombietupac @ GJ
Jace | straylight | chiodo @ GJ
Janay | he is the zissou | fpmip @ GJ
Janine | The_Fifth_Element | the_rizz_581 @ LJ
Joelle | Beautiful Stranger
Kat | xKatx
Kate | Kiss_Me_Kate323
Leigha AKA satan | fleur captives | pimpf @ GJ
Lindsey | ~Crayola~
Lisa | Sundance Kid
Lo | One and Only | essentialappeal @ GJ
Mal | MissAndieWitter
Maxi | Endless Rain
Michelle | Excalibur
Robbs | Dimaranwen | dimaranwen @ GJ
Sarah | DreamOn777
Sarah | *Sarahrooie*
Scarlet | FAIT_Accompli | tasker @ GJ
Sibby | In Fair Verona | roidys @ GJ
Tina | nouvelle jeux | luftballons @ GJ

onedur · 07-10-2006, 07:32 PM

OOC: Assume Temple found random hot chick and spent the rest of the evening getting lucky. It's Charlie Hunnam, so it can't be hard to imagine.

Neveah

Literally twidling her thumbs, Neveah wondered how long it was necessary for her to appear interested in Farryn attempting to take back control of her home from the jerks running wild inside and out. By the time her fellow Isis member had insulted a few others, Neveah knew it was of no use. Perhaps, Farryn had figured this out as well, as her words more or less admitted defeat. And Neveah watched with utter sadness at her guestbook being cast aside without a care. I say we party.

"Goodnight, Farryn." Shaking her head, she brushed past Farryn and went off in search of where her book had landed. Sometimes her friends were useless, and tonight proved to be the ultimate testament to that fact. She knew she'd be the one responsible for cleaning up this mess in a couple of hours without an Isis member in sight. A few moments later, Neveah managed to find her book. It was inches from a puddle of something that did not appear to be liquid or solid. Gross.

The walk up the staircase was long, as Neveah replayed Andrew's stupid whore of a girlfriend splashing her with a drink repeatedly in her head. She decided that the best thing to do was hide in her bedroom for the rest of the night. Eventually people would leave. Right? It was when she got up the stairs that she let her biggest fear come to the forefront of her mind. People hadn't come upstairs. Of course not. She took a few steps towards the master bedroom which was down the hallway to the left. Quietly approaching, Neveah could hear voices coming from her parents' room and her heart began to flutter faster. She wondered who could possibly be wandering around the house, and for what purpose. She managed to peak around the corner and through the crack of the partially open door.

Upon sight, Neveah's heart broke just a little. She could see four figures inside. But that wasn't just it. The contents of the room had been completely destroyed. Why? That was the only thing Neveah could think of as she stood there watching. The shock passed after a moment, and she focused on their faces. Committing each one to memory, so she could figure out names later. She finally saw what was of so much interest to the four. A box, which looked as if someone had taken a bat to it. Neveah sat horrified as one of the girls fished through the contents of the box, tossing aside pictures and family keepsakes. It actually wasn't until Neveah saw her parent's things being tossed out the window with such a sickening lack of decency that she became angry, surprisingly enough.

Neveah had really never had a reason to wish doom upon people, because her life was pretty simple. But, the four people in her parents' room embodied the havoc heaped on her home and herself the entire evening, and Neveah Matthews finally had enough of it. She tip-toed away from the door, until at last she was locked inside her bedroom. She flopped down on her bed with an angry huff.

Revenge is a bitch.

One and Only · 07-10-2006, 07:33 PM

Sailor:

At the sound of Farryn's voice, she looked up from her vantage point sitting on the floor, slumped up against the wall. She was tired. Dejected. Their party had not lived up to the misty, water-colored pictures in her mind. Wryly, she recalled how, just a few hours earlier, she had hoped that the party would start things off right, set the tone for the rest of the year. If that theory still held true, then junior year would, admittedly, be starting out with a bang. Just not the good kind. A gunshot to the head, maybe.

Farryn threw the notebook into the air and Sailor watched, transfixed, as it spiraled back down to the ground. Did her ears deceive her? Was a fellow Isis Society member actually proposing they give in and let loose, decorum be damned, even after Whitney-Anne's previous spiel? Deep down, Sailor was thrilled that someone else was on the same page as her. Getting to her feet, a little more carefully than usual, she made sure to grab the Poland Springs water bottle that had been resting beside her, now half-full of a clear liquid that was decidedly not water. (Hey, you never knew when or how Whitney-Anne would or could suddenly reappear. She had God on her side and all.)

She remained silent for a moment, as Neveah brushed Farryn off and stormed away, understandably upset. Sailor briefly wondered if one or both of them should go after her, say something comforting.. until she realized that nothing would probably be very comforting at the present time. Best to give Neveah her space, let her recuperate on her own. At least, that's how Sailor rationalized it. Alas, that was her typical way of dealing with things. Avoidance. (Side of vodka optional.)

Coming to stand beside Farryn, she yawned. It had been a long night. But the night still wasn't over, she reminded herself. She already had a nice buzz going, and there was no need to let that go to waste. "C'mon dearie," she announced, linking her arm through that of her friend. "'Let's party,' indeed. I'll even dance on a table if someone puts on a decent song."

She'd deal with the consequences tomorrow.

onedur · 07-10-2006, 07:56 PM

Chloe

Honestly, Chloe Kostas never minded when people called her a bitch. In fact, bitch was one of the nicer terms used for the "snippy" over-achiever. With that said, Chloe eyed Keston closely almost ready to punch him square in the left eye, when the word bitch spewed out of his mouth, along with a few beads of spit, which disgusted her. She'd hope that with that punch she'd ruin the rest of his life. Perhaps blinding him on the left side, and he couldn't play his precious football anymore. She didn't mind people not understanding her. But she was actually trying to prevent his death, and he called her a bitch. That put Keston LaCosta three hundred and fifty-six steps further on her bad side. She simply smiled a smile back at him, one that might be categorized as evil. Not saying anything, but thinking that one day soon, she'd put the real bitch in his place.

This moment of personal glory soon passed, because Keston had leeched himself onto her. And the bastard started dragging her away without her approval, and she tried unsuccessfully to get away. "Stop are you crazy," Chloe said, struggling with the hold Keston had on her arm. Keston was an idiot. She knew this, because on the way inside the house he tripped on the door frame and almost fell dragging her down with him. Luckily, Chloe had enough coordination and balance to prevent this from happening and immediately attempted to get Keston back on his feet. Still, she remained repulsed. "God, get off of me. You smell like a big sweaty shoe," she muttered through clenched teeth. Keston appeared not to be interested in standing on his own two feet, though.

It was getting later, and she finally just gave up. She helped Keston to her car, allowing him inside once she had threatened his life and every part of his groin if he vomitted on the way to his house. The entire way home Chloe explained all the reasons why Keston was a burden on her, despite the very real chance that he'd never remember anything she said in the morning.

Ryland

Ryland's response to the new girl, while harsh and pretty much unneccesary, it remained the truth, and he didn't feel that he owed anything to a complete stranger, especially the act of being cordial like a normal person. He simply did not feel like talking. Perhaps, standing against this wall alone had made him appear too sociable. The goal of finding a companion for the rest of the evening hardly required talking at this stage of the night, and Ryland knew this, which was why his complicated loner schtick never seemed to wear thin. Everyone was drunk and thoroughly loosened up, and Ryland could get in and out, so to speak, often times without uttering a word.

In contemplation of his lack of social moxie, Ryland was greeted by someone else. He took a small glance at the previous girl. Perhaps, he could count on her to repeat his previous statement. The new one, though, was not introducing herself for conversation. Instead, a rather meek 'hi' was all he got until she said something rather odd. Please forgive me for any inconvenience or awkwardness my next actions may leave you with. That could only leave Ryland with one thing which was confusion. And his forehead twisted into a series of wrinkles, as he tried to make sense of that statement. "What the fu-," Ryland managed to get out right before an even odder occurence took place.

For Ryland now found himself with a pair of lips attached to his face. There was no right way to be kissed by a complete stranger. It was a bit awkward with the intial struggle after being caught off guard and pulled into a rather intimate position without consent. But by the time he realized what the girl was truly doing to him, he was left useless to do anything about it one way or another. So, Ryland just let her kiss him, but after a couple moments of that, he found it to be boring and a waste. In effort to correct this, he simply made out with the girl right back for the remainder of the time. What guy wouldn't? He didn't even have to use up his time with the talking beforehand. Just kissage.

Then, the girl wrenched her lips from him. Thanks! Now coming out of a daze, Ryland watched the retreating figure through the crowd with a look mixed with the horror that he could have potentially made out with someone with a deadly disease and could die in two seconds and confusion over why that girl had randomly kissed him. Shrugging after a moment, Ryland turned back to the girl he'd been in the previous "conversation" with. She seemed to share a similar look of confusion. "Um, see ya," Ryland said, with a flick of a wave in her direction and headed off.

Old Wolf · 07-10-2006, 08:57 PM

OOC: I'm just going to wrap these up quickly.

Whitney-Anne

At this point, Whitney-Anne was beyond all powers of analysis. She didn't even care anymore. The smooth tone of his voice, the hair gel which caked perfectly in all the right places, the perfectly spaced eyes, the perfect dent in his nose, perfect, perfect, perfect. She wilted in his words. She bloomed in his smile. Her elbows came forward, and her hands came up to cradle her chin. She was lost. She knew it. Her love for God had never felt quite like this before. It wasn't better, but it was different, she told herself. She convinced herself.

She told herself.

Had she have kept her senses at that moment, had she have had as good a grip on her zealousness as she had had for the last seventeen years of her life at that moment, she might have noticed the intentions behind those words.... "especially the night." Those hard, cold words coated in soft seductivity. The normal Whitney-Anne Carpenter would have caught the immoral meaning behind that in an instant. Would've shot him down right there on the spot. Might have shoved the crystal cross hanging from her neck at his face in a second and attempted an exorcism. But he had worked on her. He had been working on her from the moment she laid eyes on him across the room. That was why it was partially her fault for what would happen. She was too vain to think herself ready for something like romance. Too sure that strength from the Lord above was all she needed to delve deep into the core of a man's heart. Stupid Whitney-Anne. Stupid Joseph. Stupid everyone.

Her eyes closed for a brief moment, and her long eye lashes tickled her cheek. Her lips stretched from one palm to the other all the while remaining full and luscious. Thank the Lord for that God-forsaken party. It had forced her to put on heavier make-up than usual. "New York sounds wonderful. I do want to go desperately. I'm sure some day I'll make if just to visit." To visit. Yes. Because there, deep inside of her, since her father had told her at the age of thirteen, Whitney-Anne still knew that New York was a dangerous town. Full of dangerous people. People one had to be careful of. Gangs. Prostitutes. Pimps. Strippers. Drug-dealers. Hitmen. Transvestites.

How nice now, though, that she would most assuredly have Joseph to protect her. She simply knew it.

They spent another hour in discussion before Whitney-Anne realized that she should be getting home. Being the perfect gentleman that he was, Joseph had naturally offered to escort her, and Whitney-Anne had secretly regretted having driven. But she rested assured that they would certainly see each other again. After all, Joseph Lincoln was a true man of God, right? And a true man of God never missed church.

Thankfully for her, neither did a true woman.

Billy

Perhaps the idea of having a wide open and easily won exit was unpleasant, but the idea of having it suddenly cut off when one decides to take her seat once again was equally so. Despite whether or not he would have in truth gotten up at that moment or not was meaningless, but it was always nice to have options. All he could think at the moment that Aubrey sat back down was, couldn't she have taken the opposite side this time? Perhaps she wasn't really hurt. In fact, maybe he had been entirely wrong. Maybe she was in reality nothing more than irritated in the first place. If that was the case he wouldn't have felt any remorse at standing and leaving just then. Still, with her blocking his path again, he didn't even have that option. He was in a very passive position. He didn't like it.

"Talk to me. Or don't. At least just let me know if you're okay."

"Okay...." He spoke quietly, but at last that dull quality in his voice began to dissolve for the first time that night. For no reason at all, or at least for no reason that Billy could assemble, he smiled at the opposite seat. He spoke - and he continued to speak. "That's a funny word. Okay. People don't use it unless they can think of nothing better to say at the time. There are so many other words that people use to express what they are, or how they are. When they're really thinking about it. People are happy or joyful. Or they're angry or mad. Or miserable. Or in pain. They're having the best day of their life. Or they're about ready to go home and shoot themselves. But to be okay..... To not be able to feel any certain way at any given time... To not care about anything or anyone.... That must be the best feeling in the world." He blinked. And a single tear ran down his cheek, the one that Aubrey couldn't see. And in the next instant he was pushing her. As gently as he could bare to, but forcibly enough that she had no choice but to stand quickly as she slid off the seat to keep from crashing to the floor. Then Billy was up. Then Billy was out the door. He didn't look back.

A young couple walking past an alleyway looked away from each other when they both perceived that they could hear the sound of someone crying softly. Accordingly they peared down the grabage-strewn alley, but they saw no one of course. No one ever did. They continued on, and, once they were out of earshot of the uncomfortable sound, forgot about it entirely. They kissed.

Beautiful Stranger · 07-10-2006, 09:55 PM

Farryn

She watched sadly as Neveah rushed upstairs. It was obvious to the dark hair girl that her actions had upset her friend. And, in truth, Farryn probably felt the closest to Neveah. She felt like she had to take care of Arabelle, kind of keep her in line. She somewhat always felt like she was in competition with Whitney-Anne. And somehow Sailor seemed to always go along with the rest. But out of all the Isis girls, Farryn felt the most connected to her. But, Farryn also liked to get her way. And right now, her plan was to party. And since Sailor had agreed to join her, Farryn figured that she could run damage control with Neveah tommorrow. Afterall, regardless of how angry the group got at each other, and at times their arguments had gotten rather heated, they always seemed mature enough to work their differences out. Casting one last sorrowful glance up the stairs where Neveah disappeared, Farryn headed toward the dance floor, linked arm in arm with Sailor. "That's what we came to do." She said the words, but at this point, she was doubting her decision.

**In Fair Verona** · 07-10-2006, 11:39 PM

OOC:

Ahh, closing posts... most likely not going to happen so here's the run down.

Peyton managed to escape Frankie without putting herself in a compromising position, most likely found Austin later and left the party w/ him.

Ridley didn't speak of the kissing incident to Kasey, but found him nonetheless and drove his inebriated friend home.

Travis was like "pft, all that hardwork for nothing?" and maybe he did or didn't do anything with Ebony afterwards before going home, having never discovered exactly what happened to Abe.

FAIT_Accompli · 07-11-2006, 12:17 AM

The skip will take place during seventh period, and school will still be in session. The seniors will all be gathered in the library, presumably doing a project for their economic classes. The "project" is a fake marriage assignment, in which people are paired for a week and a half and expected to keep a detailed budget of their finances. Each day they meet they will have a new "assignment" to complete, detailing a scenario that will force them to shuffle their budget around a little. At the end of the following week they will have to have a three page report written about their experience with the project and what they learned. But uh, don't worry, the project won't actually get that far.

Underclassmen will have the option of being any other class for seventh period, or possibly in study hall.

Anyway, the groups are listed below. Please let me know if I forgot anyone, or paired anyone with their own character. Because having to write to yourself, while an entertaining challenge, would probably just be awkward in the end.

Group 1:
Chloe Kostas and Travis Matsuura

Group 2:
Andrew Echolls and Diana Morgan

Group 3:
Leah Madison and Abraham Yisroel

Group 4:
Ryan Cooper-Davenport and Kaede Yasashiku

Group 5:
Tristan Cochran and Leila Morgan

Group 6:
Brown Coleman and Celinda Garrett

Group 7:
Lauren Palmer and Aidan Troy

Group 8:
Reagan Atherton and Egan Devereux

Group 9:
Farryn Kennicot and Ryland McKensie

Group 10:
Austen Hobbes and Dylan Rhodes

Group 11:
Ridley Bosworth and Greer Di Benedetto

Group 12:
William Maphire and Isobel Wescott

Group 13:
Leonardo D’Arcy and Deirdre Marquet

Group 14:
Catalina Gutierre and Templeton Reynolds

Group 15:
Dominick Rhodes and Ebony McAlpine

Group 16:
Jenny Darlotte and Tyree Spears

Group 18:
Dongyun Kwan and Roxanne Terret

Group 19:
Hayden “Dee” Harrell and Lucas Matteo

Group 20:
Kasey Morgan and Vishnumaya Odathi

Group 21:
Daryl Cage and Holden Harrell

Group 22:
Christopher Graham and Breanna Hobbes

Group 23:
Eliza Echolls and Keston LaCoaste

Group 24: (same sex couple)
Jeremiah Flynn and Chase Halvorson

Group 25:
Mollie Astley and Reese Wyman

Group 26:
Loudon Crowe and Allegra Monroe

Group 28: (same sex couple)
Nolan McAllister and Nicholas Tam

Group 29:
Jameson Montague and Sophia Wagner

Group 30:
Dalen Kayhill and Madeline Jeston

Group 31:
Micah Dunlevy and Tanner West

Group 32:
Sileou Harvey and Jackson Rasmussen

Group 33:
Arden Bridges and Mason Davis

FAIT_Accompli · 07-11-2006, 12:18 AM

OOC: All the information about the skip has been posted above.

Also, for those of you who have teachers, we could use one or two to oversee the project in the library.

In the mean time, I’m posting just four characters for now. Lauren will come tomorrow, although you’re welcome to post first, Kat. And Natalie is a junior so she’ll be … around. If anyone wants her, ask. I’m a pushover and will find a reason to put her anywhere. Even if it’s outside metal shop.

Andrea Donahue

It was a habitual custom for Andie to promise herself at the start of each school year that this would be the year she buckled down, grew up a little, and actually put some forth a little bit of effort towards her education. These customs were not unlike her New Year’s resolutions however, and after a week, her efforts were all but abandoned. Take study hall. She could have been using this time to study for her first US History test next week, in fact, those were her very intentions when she sat down at her own little private table in the corner of the library, textbook open, notebook prepared to get friendly with her pencil. Then Meg showed up. To be perfectly honest, the only thing Andie had been writing in the margins of her notes were random Aimee Mann lyrics, so it wasn’t as if Meg were really interrupting anything. All hopes for studying had been completely abandoned once one of the library computers became free, and they made a mad dash for the empty seat like they were playing a psychotic game of musical chairs. Those babies sold like bagels.

Clad in their practice outfits, cheerleading skirts tucked in their sweat pants, giggling at their findings and dancing in the seat they both just barely occupied, it was a wonder Andie and Meg hadn’t been kicked out of the computer lab already. “He’s so creepy!” She whispered as a pasty Michael Jackson darted out of the way of the guards that chased him in the Remember the Time music video Meg had found on Youtube. “And pasty.” Andie shuddered a little, her caboose bouncing around in time to the beat in the seat. “I swear, it looks like you could scrape his skin right off him.” Shudder.

Youtubing, as Andie had affectionately dubbed it, was slowly eating away her life, and sure beat studying and the dreaded marriage project all the seniors were currently being subjected to. She would gladly volunteer to scrape off Michael Jackson’s face if it got her out of a group assignment. Andie was not a fan of group projects. See, “doesn’t play well with others.”

Christopher Graham

Chris thought very little of the name that had been attached to his name upon entering the library and reading the list of groups that had been posted on two separate pieces of print paper, taped to the courtesy desk. A name, was a name, was a name, and for however social Chris could be, he could hardly lay any claim to knowing everybody in school (though, as a general practice, he tended to make it his business to at least trade a couple of words with every member of the opposite sex he came into contact with.) He didn’t even think much of the name once he had a face to attach it to as it took a seat across from him with a hesitance that didn’t quite register in his short memory plagued mind. A face, was a face, was a face. As time progressed, there was something slightly unsettling about the girl he had been paired with; a vague familiarity he couldn’t quite put his finger on that nagged him at the back of his mind.

It didn’t help that she wasn’t being particularly … cooperative.

Thirty seconds with no more than ten words exchanged, and Chris was convinced he had committed some terrible calamity to the girl in another life time. As fun as playing the staring game with her had proven to be, he decided it might be a good idea to adopt a pro-active approach for once, and attempt to get at least something done so he could feel he was at least marginally productive. “It says we’ve been married five years. I’m a photojournalist and you’re a University professor whose biological clock is ticking.” He flipped through the pages in the manila folder with mild interest, his gaze skimming the details he could easily go back and become more acquainted with later. “Our first assignment is to decide whether or not to start a family, and try to figure out a budget that allows for one of us to stay home at least part time.” Now, if reciprocity were at all involved in this little exchange, it would be her turn to contribute something next. Otherwise it was back to the staring game.

Deirdre Marquet

Deirdre was a busy girl. What with the scribbling. And the scheming. And the scribbling and the scheming. And the daring and the scribbling and the scheming. You might say Deirdre was even multitasking, though this was hardly evident in the usually defiant girl that had a penchant for showing up to class without any materials for which to take notes or aid in the learning. Anyone who knew her at all might be surprised with the dedication to which she was currently devoting to the project. Deirdre had introduced herself to her partner, Leonardo D’Arcy, who she decided was quite the quintessential teenage heartthrob, complete with a handshake and a broad smile. A second later and she was supposedly hard at work, filling in answers on the assignment sheet like the good little student she wasn’t, without so much as glancing back up at Leo.

Only when she recognized a recently familiar, annoying voice from a couple tables down did she pause. Images of the party from a few weeks back, her drink spilling all over the front of her shirt, and the accusation in Jenny Darlotte’s tone were suddenly recalled. It was rather audacious of Deirdre to do what she did in a room full of what could have easily been one hundred students, but the petite girl had long since learned the art of slight of hand, and it took less than a second to slip roofie into her Red Bull. There were a few brief moments in which she returned from her ruse of a trip to the drinking fountain that her stomach constricted anxiously, waiting for an anonymous tip to land her in the principle’s office (or worse.) That moment never came, and so all Deirdre had left to do was wait patiently before she could carry on her innocent little scheme of vengeance. Hah. Patiently. A word that really was as foreign to Deirdre as the Taj Mahal. No, Deirdre’s restlessness manifested in her desire to finish the first assignment before the final bell rang after a rare burst of inspiration. She budgeted and she organized and she wrote more of an explanation than the tiny spaces on the paper allowed for. Of course, in all likelihood her efforts would be in vein, as her budget included something she could bet those responsible for the project weren’t banking on.

"Sex toys. Five hundred dollars... itemized." The dare had been declared before Deirdre knew who her partner was or the illusory scenario that they’d be living out for the duration of the project. Thirty-five minutes into seventh period, and she had all the fields completed on the assignment sheet. Deirdre Marquet and Leonardo D’Arcy had been married for twelve years, had two kids, worked as a district manager of a Target chain (the irony was not lost on her) and light technician for an independent film production company, and had allocated $500 of their $2500 monthly budget towards sex toys. The vulgarity of it all might very well fail them, but there you had it. Deirdre smiled satisfied and handed over the completed assignment sheet to Leo finally while sitting up straight and folding her hands on the table. “What do you think?”

Andrew Echolls

Andrew wasn’t where he was supposed to be. Somewhere in the library probably sat a rather confused and slightly irritated girl (or boy, he really didn’t know), cursing the fates for pairing her with the flake she might understandably deem him to be. Of course, Andrew wasn’t just hanging out under a set of bleachers somewhere, smoking a joint or participating in any other acts of delinquency that are typically associated with “skipping class.” He was actually doing a rather benevolent, and dare it be deemed, valiant thing for a friend. A slight skewed act of valiance, but still valiance nevertheless.

A couple of weeks had since passed since the party of doom he had little memory of outside of the bits and pieces people contributed to fill in the many holes in his mind. Having woken up with one bitch of a hangover (and let’s be honest, he might very well have still woken up a little drunk), Andrew found himself still at Neveah’s beach house and learned from her as he helped to clean the place up that she had been the unfortunate victim of Meg’s dare. Her frustrations, he was later pulled out of her, were mostly thanks to four peers who had apparently ransacked one of the upstairs rooms, and thrown a couple of childhood mementos out the window like yesterday’s bad trash. Needless to say, Andrew was sufficiently pissed off that anyone would dare to come in his best friend’s home, invade her personal belongings, and trash them in as disgustingly an insolent manner as they had. The two managed to get their hands on a yearbook, and once all four faces were pointed out, they began their plan of retribution.

The pictures of his sister were easiest to get his hands on thanks to a mini trip down memory lane, sponsored by their family album. The other embarrassing photos were slightly more difficult to obtain and/or stage, but thanks to friends in low places (that year on the yearbook staff proved beneficial after all!), they had enough incriminating photographs to put their little “project” together. And just in time for the marriage assignment. Goody. “Are you sure you want to do this?” It would be his first and his last affirmation, and he hoped for Neveah’s sake, she wouldn’t back out, lest she wanted people to believe it was okay to walk all over her and trash her things. They had to get the message out. Karma was a bitch, or in this case, a bitch and a bastard.

And you just don’t f[/i]u[/i]ck with people’s personal belongings.

fleur captives · 07-11-2006, 12:24 AM

Both Sadie Riehl and Mr. Jack Elridge will be introduced at a later time in this skip.

Reagan Atherton (paired with Egan Devereux)
For the fourth time in the last half hour, she found herself looking around the library for the closest exit and contemplating the various ways in which she could politely excuse herself from the table before making a break for it. Reagan sighed in exasperation, muttered something indecipherable under her breath, and went back to completing one of the many worksheets they had been assigned at the start of the period. It was just three weeks into the school year and she could already feel the bad habits she'd tried hard to suppress beginning to show through.

Her attention span seemed to be shorter than ever and all it took was a few seconds for her to become focused on something else instead of what she was supposed to be doing at the moment; Weston High School's infamous senior class marriage assignments. Some of her older friends had mentioned it over the last two years and even went so far as to claim it was the biggest waste of their time. Reagan hadn't given much thought to their comments as there were more than a few assignments her teachers had given over the years that she was certain could be given as synonyms for the word "torture" in a thesaurus. It was not until her seventh period class had been rounded up and lead into the library like lambs to the slaughter that she realized they were not exaggerating their claims. She might not have been one of the brighter minds around or even one of the most studious but there was nothing she dreaded more than being assigned to work with someone else.

It could have been worse, she concluded upon seeing the other groups. There were a number of people surrounding her that she would have rather eaten her own hat than be forced to interact with but Egan Devereux was not one of them. In fact, he was not much of anything to her aside from a bowed head seated on the opposite side of the table, and she was thankful that she had at least won out in having a partner that was willing to do some of the work. She had tried even harder to do her share upon seeing Egan doing his but she was soon defeated by the fact she seemed to be getting nowhere. "This sucks," she announced, her bright tone at war with the displeasure behind her words. Putting down her pen, she pushed the papers aside so she could lay her head down on the table without ruining their work.

"I'm not going to make it, go on without me. Tell Jimmy and Billy Bob that I tried, I really did ... and tell my momma that I love her." she added in a deeper tone, attempting to imitate what she had always heard soliders in old-fashioned war movies say after being injured.

Beautiful Stranger · 07-11-2006, 12:51 AM

Farryn Tag Ryland

The sophisticated dark hair girl sat uncomfortably next to a rough looking boy whose face she barely recognized. According to the information Farryn currently possessed she knew his name was Ryland McKenzie. Other than that, she new very little about the boy. What she did assume, since he wasn't at all on her radar, was that she didn't have to worry about him being one of those obnoxous boys who would try to put the moves on her just because she was his wife. This boy certainly wasn't the type of man she saw herself marrying. And she was angry at the coordinators of this project for not knowing that. She figured she could complain, but that wasn't really fair to this boy. He hadn't exactly done anything wrong. Other than just not be the kind of guy she would want to marry. She probably wasn't the type of girl he would want to marry. Or maybe he would be attracted to the trust fund. "So, let's just finish this all as soon as possible so we can get out of here." Farryn could think of much better ways to spend her Friday afternoon then sitting in the library with some boy she didn't know.

Dalen Tag Madeline

"Madeline Jeston." He said as he approached his new wife. "I'm sure we had an exciting Honeymoon." He darted his eyebrows up and down. "Care to reinact it?" He smiled at her, sitting next to her at on of the tables in the library. School projects weren't at the top of Dalen's priority list. But when it involved being married to an attractive girl, he figured he'd attempt to obtain all the perks he could. He looked her up and down, biting the corner of his lip a little. "The gods certainly did smile on me by sending you to be my wife." He looked around the room at all the other girls he could have been paired with. Sure, there were a few hotter, more desireable girls, but there were many much less impressive than this chick. "Hopefully we'll get to explore the full extent of our relationship."

On some level, Dalen knew he was coming on incredibly strong. But, somehow, he was letting his mouth move without thinking of the consequences of the words that were coming out of it. He was likely putting himself in danger of being slapped, or worse. But the bit of danger made it all that more fun for him. As much as he enjoyed seducing women, he also took pride in offending them as well. Sometimes his frankness even seemed to pay off. He hoped that this would be one of the times it did.

nouvelle jeux · 07-11-2006, 01:34 AM

Egan Devereux

It was generally an accepted fact that nothing you learn in school will ever be of use to you in real life. People don't memorize the Pythagorean theorem because they believe that it will make them a better person in some way, they do it for a grade. This applied to Economics as well, even if the Economics teacher must be patting himself on the back right about now for Finally, A Practical Experience For the Kids! What a crock of shit. Egan was vexed by the mind-numbingly dull task, annoyed at the waste of time and generally resented being forced to complete a long assignment. Yet, he appeared diligent enough in his work.

"Honey," he said without looking up from his paper, obscured from his partner's view behind a binder. "If you die on me, I'll have to sell Jimmy and Billy Bob to slave masters and your momma to a whorehouse." The pen in his hand flew across the page fluidly, not even slowing as he spoke. "Hell, little Jimmy's kind of pretty. Maybe I'll sell him to the whorehouses too. I'll get a better price there." He toppled the binder onto the tabletop, effectively 'showing his hand' and revealing what he had been working on for the past twenty minutes - a little cartoon of bunnies committing suicide (Jedi-style!). You didn't actually expect him to be doing his work, did you? Egan, being Egan, wouldn't even dream of starting on the assignment until the day before it was due. Even then, he would do just enough work to earn a B: the perfect grade, in his opinion. Just high enough to keep his parents off his back without having to work very hard for it.

"Well," he said cheerfully. "Looks like we're off to a good start." He leaned forward, folding his arms on the table as he really took a good look at his partner for the first time. As far as he knew, he was neutral towards her. So far. "Egan and Reagan Atherton-Devereux," he mused. Their surnames alone invoked images of endless black-tie functions with free-flowing champagne and caviar. The rhyming of given names just made it that much worse. "Okay, we're changing our names to the Smiths." The reference was unintentional, but he grinned wryly when he realized it. "I'll be Johnny," he declared.

OOC: Bunny suicide shamelessly stolen from Andy Riley. Other characters will come tomorrow.

x*Brooke*x · 07-11-2006, 08:47 AM

OOC: Leila, Keston and Jenny will come later. Katelyn is open, does anyone want her? She could be placed anywhere.

Madeline Jeston

Mostly expected, Madeline Jeston had arrived early for her seventh period. Instead of going towards the vending machine or having little small-talk with her boyfriend she went directly towards the library. She realized that this marriage assigment could easily be used as a flirting matter or even taken personal, but it was all a school assigment and Madeline wanted to keep that perspective for it. Dalen Kayhill. Hmm. She was wondering patiently, while still doing her annoying habbit of clicking her pencil on the table, if Dalen would become a problem or not. But before she got to a decision Dalen entered the room, heading straight for the table.

Madeline was fearing for this, either Dalen didn't understand that her reputation was, fourtunatly, exactly who she was. Madeline; the quiet, hard-working girl who enjoys being attached to her boyfriend as well as being a bookwarm. Yep, that would be Madeline. She didn't do things such as flirting because her and her boyfriend were practically married, and flirting really doesn't need to be done in situations like that. Yes, it got dull but instead of heartbreak you got a sense of stability and you felt safe.

So this was why Madeline found herself immediatly uncomfortable as her eyes darted around the room nervously. "No, lets not reinact it for everyones safety." She didn't apply that he had a STD, really, she didn't. As Madeline started opening the yellow folder in front of her she was praying for the words divorced, just so she could understand the meaning and things would get along quicker. But no, she definetly didn't have any luck, they were happily married with two kids (ages 4 & 7). While Madeline was a house-wife, Dalen was a lawyer who was looking at the idea of opening his own law-firm. Great.

Austin Hobbes

Austin hated these kinds of projects, so he was taking his time going to seventh period. Already; he stopped by the vending machine, drink machine, looked at all the job oppurtunities on the bulletin board and he walked aimlessly with the excuse he wanted to see if he's catch up with Peyton. Austin was occasionally late to classes, especially ones he didn't like, but he never skipped because he didn't have a big enough excuse to. So Austin walked in and sat in his designated spot, only to have the delightful suprise that Dylan Rhodes was his "wife".

Since the fact that Austin would never really have a wife, and he doubted that Dylan would have a husband the two of them really should take this chance to expeirance it. It was like homosexuals united! Although it didn't change the fact that Austen really didn't feel like being her, he was pleased with his partner, but it didn't stop the occasional grumble. Really, Austin wasn't the most happiest person any time so it wasn't a huge change in his personality. The only thing that would have made it better was to be paired with his other best friend, Lauren. With that thought, he spun around to look for Lauren and spotted her Aiden Troy.

He was about to call something out to her, but the moment he opened his mouth he realized that someone was sitting down at his table and he spun around to face Dylan. "Well hello. Isn't this ironic?" A smirk played out on his lips before opening the folder to see what other things could make him laugh.

The Fifth Element · 07-11-2006, 08:57 AM

OOC: Let the records show that Aubrey is floating around in oblivion. She can be tagged/talked to/accosted at any time. And the seniors along with the faculty members I inhabit will be posted later. Kthxbi.

Beautiful Stranger · 07-11-2006, 09:11 AM

Dalen

Pretty, yes. But also a goody-two-shoes. At least that was the way Dalen interpreted it. Nevermind that she was in a committed relationship. That kind of thing didn't usually keep Dalen from getting what he wanted. He examined her face as she read they constraints of the assignment. Maybe she wasn't even that pretty. He was just initially blinding by the blond hair and fair skin. But really, she kind of had that white-trashy kind of look about her. And a whiny expression that just kind of turned him off. "Happily married, yeah right." He scoffed as he too saw their family description. "Like anyone can really be happily married." He shook his head, and looked around the room, trying to see where some of his friends were. "I'm probably screwing around on you with my secretary at work." He laughed out loud and looked at her defiantly. "And you're too busy with my kids to have a clue." He ran his tongue across his teeth and grinned at her. Yeah, he was being an ass, but it was so much fun.