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Spread on the mattress, in a heap of blankets and sheets. On the pillows, black and brown hair lay mixed together. One muttered gibberish, while the other started to awake. Dylan. He scratched his head and yawned, clearly tired and still pushing away webs of sleep. Dark, half moon eyes looked around before standing up and walking to the bathroom. He was dressed in a large tee shirt and boxers, but forgot when he turned the knob of the shower quickly; and dry, pink lips opened to say:
"IT'S COLD!!"
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It was early in the morning, and Dylan Barkley had awoken with a start when he turned the knob to the right (aka cold water) of his shower. With that shriek, most neighbors awoke, and few had yelled out the window: "Dylan! Turn it to the left!" clearly used to his antics by now. "Dobe…" Wax covered cocoa hair was pushed aside another milky white face, and revealed sapphire colored eyes that glared at the dripping wet mass of beige skin near the bathroom door. "Shut it, Ryan." Dylan furrowed his perfectly arched eyebrows and Ryan swore he saw his eye twitch. "Such a wonderful twin brother I've got. He likes to call me stupid names and insult me." Besides the smart remarks, it was often called a mistake when both males told people they were twins. Two perfectly different twin brothers.
He pressed the nozzle, and soon an orange sized glob of mousse appeared on Dylan's hand. "You know, I think today will be fun. I mean, new people, new school, new teachers-" "New vending machines to break, new music stands to write on.." Ryan grinned as he brushed his somewhat flat, shining chocolate colored hair. His twin sighed, and rubbed the lightweight goo into his wet, jet black locks.
"Ryan, Dylan! Hurry up and get to school!"
The Barkley twins had moved to another house in the summer when their father had gotten the long awaited raise at the local bank. Both children were of fresh sixteen and in their second year of high school.
"You know, I think your mind has had too many blows to the head, Ryan..." Dylan slipped on his rather bright, lime green tee shirt with the black and white striped sleeves as he watched said twin peel off his multi colored socks and slide on green and blue argle ones. "Pheh," he began "I'm sure being a violinist is so hard, then?" Ryan buttoned his pale blue jeans carefully before walking to his closet for a shirt of some kind to easily put on.
"It is, actually. Unlike your mindless pranks and Rugby nonsense, I actually have to focus on something." Pale, dry lips formed into a smirk, and the black haired male quickly zipped up his skinny black jeans before bolting down the stairs to dodge an empty can of soda. Ryan dashed out of the room holding his highlighter yellow shirt in a death grip. Crystal blue eyes looked downward at the giggling other. It was then he started thinking about how different he was than his brother.
Dylan had always been the good boy who had smart remarks and good grades, but was shy and timid in large groups; he on ther other hand, was outgoing and fast, winning trophies off all kind. And yet, both had the same soft, fine hair parted to the left and straight down to the neck; the same large, curious eyes; pale, creamy skin; and the ability to act honest and kind in their own way (his being a little more aggressive, but that was okay).
Name- Dylan Ratchford. Seventeen. 5’7
Appearance-
Bright, flash-white choppy blonde hair with random dyed pink patches. Starts out at his chin, and ends down in a point on the end of his neck and between fluffy and choppy. Pink and baby blue colored braces, complains often about them. Light peach, blemish free skin and half moon, spicy green eyes. Average figure, just a little feminine. His ears are a bit larger than normal. Has a band-aid under his left eye for no apparent reason.
Attire-
Blue Cute is What We Aim For tee shirt with a blue octopus screaming out the bands name, a little tight, but also loose. His wrists had Gaia online Grunny wristbands, the left one also has several thin black jelly bracelets. On his right middle finger is a plastic red skull ring, his nails are painted purple (like the Akatsuki of Naruto. He’s a big fan). On his neck is a Naruto headband tied up loosely, he usually plays with it. Brand new baby blue skinny jeans held up with a rainbow studded belt, has a red heart on the knee. Shoes are purple and green checkered slip-on vans, with mud splattered on it. On his head is a cloth white plaid headband with gold stars on it.
Personality-
He can be spoiled sometimes, but usually funny and active. Dylan’s very social with everyone and likes being random. Has an unhealthy obsession with blue jello, and is easily lured with silver keys.
Other-
Came from a rich family, and his father is the owner of a record company, meaning he likes several different music groups. Plays the violin excellently(but doesn't like playing it in general).
Name- Trent Weber. Seventeen. 5'7
Appearance-
Dark, chocolate brown hair with purple and black patches and blonde highlights. Curls at this neck, and ends half an inch below his chin and layered lightly. Peachy, smooth complexion with dull olive green eyes. Average figure, slightly athletic and his face is a bit girly, but only slightly.
Attire-
Olive green sleevless puffy bomber jacket zipped up fully, with a fake fur trim on the hood and pockets on each side of his chest. Underneath is a regular black tee shirt, visible from his hips. Gaiaonline Bani clips above both ears. On his left wrist is a black and ivory striped wooden bracelet, and on his right is a purple drawn-on watch. His pants are semi-tight, stretchy, and black (but it's faded to a dark dark green from wearing it so much). They're regular, and cover at least half of his brand new green converse. On his neck is a tasteless, shell necklace his sister made for him.
Personality-
Trent's very, very kind and giving, but keeps his thoughts to himself, often giving him a shy, modest character. He talks in very few words, but sometimes he talks a lot if the subject bothers him. He isn't the one to fight, and usually agrees to the other persons opinion to get it over with and waste less time.
Other-
Came from an extremely poor family, but thanks to a little help from friends and family life is pretty good. Dylan's first, and best friend
Chris 'Finn" Evans
Lawliet Jeremy Ratchford
Tarin Evelyn Simson
Amelia 'Emmy' Stone
Charlottle Evans
Adrienne Canister
Trent Weber
Sebastian Cramer
Zander Marshall
Reese Watson
Wein Marlee
Dylan Ratchford
Reagan Castellano
James Reed
Kimi Watson
Right now I'm licking wires of my computer, that is how bored I am.
The rules- you should know them. You should, or I'll slap you with a sack.
Then I'll harrass you with Ride The Wings Of Pestilance lyrics.
Okiee? Okiee.
Here's some rules that you need to be refreshed on before I get to the real important stuff:
- I have the right to kick anyone out.
-I have to explain something after, so don't post till I say I'm done
- To join, (and with my approval) I'd like a hair clip of your choice. I currently like butterfly ones x3
- I don't like stiff, boring roleplayers who only come to roleplay with their stupid character and not chat with me! Grrr xD
- Be active in character AND out of character! I love new friends, maybe you could be one!
I can't stress this enough.
There ARE classes in school, or do you just waste your life sitting outside in a tree playing your Ipod?
Anyway.. teachers are needed, No cross that, teachers are WANTED. It's time you lazy people started making highschool roleplays like the real thing! Not for your stupid imaginary dating that you can't get in real life. Be upbeat! I don't wanna see too much drama! xD
Setting-
Half Hollow Hills(I just found out it IS in fact, a real school o.O) isn't the best school, and it's not the worst. Some may say it's just an ordinary highschool, and what they say is true. But.. better teachers, actual good education, upbeat. The tall building is about three stories in the thick middle; even, square two story buildings added to both sides. All brick. Recently over the summer, new lockers were installed, each segment in a pattern of red, creamy blue, dark green, and bright yellow down the halls. The teachers are mostly young, a few fresh out of College, but they know not to get carried away. There haven't been exchange students for the longest time, the school was already populated with such uneeded people.
"When you're a kid, you dream of becoming all these things, so why when you get older those dreams drown somewhere in our ocean called lives?"
He woke up that day thinking about it, running a hand through colorfully dyed hair. Nothing would ever take the male out of his usual morning trance. It was everyday, this boy would get up thinking. Go to the shower and think of what to do. Live his life.
"I'd like to find out why this happens, and I probably know the answer, but it's just so weird."
Hot water fell down his bare skin as the water slowly stop pouring, and the male, clad in a blue towel, looked into the mirror. There was the reflection of a 'winner', as his dad used to say.
Unfortunantly for him, said father had recently died of lung cancer.
His skin was tinted light peach, water droplets daring to slide down and be absorbed into the fluffy cloth. Half moon eyes looked into their copied face on the glass, observing the dull, tired almost black-brown ones on the slowly fogging up mirror. A blemish-free face, with a classical nose with otherwise average facial features were hidden behind uneven, straight bangs colored widly with candy pink and purple hair dye. It's all he saw in the mirror close up. He didn't like wasting too much time.
Reagan wanted to get to school pretty early.
As he bolted out of the bedroom door, said boy quickly slipped on a highlighter yellow tee, buttoning his jeans and shoving his foot into a random pair of white and blue etnies. His hair was still wet, and it clung coldly onto his neck when Regan put on his sweatshirt. "God this takes so long."
With a wave to no one and a slam of the door, he really was trying to be quick.
"I have the right to know why you did this."
"Um... I wanted too...?"
"That's not good enough anymore, Zander!"
Angry father, dissapointed mother. It was mostly what the male's life was about. Zander licked his lips nervously as he sat on the steps of his school. Another night had passed slowly after his little 'incident'.
"But honestly, I don't see whats bad about having my hair like this... it's pretty cool, actually."
Light blue locks of hair fell across his face, long bright bangs sweeping accross his eyes. He smiled at the new look. It was different from most people, and his parents always wanted him to stand out. It had been like this since he was ten, so why still reject him after seven years?
Zander pondered about this quietly before deciding to stop questioning himself. Nothing would stop him with that, though.
"I like school, school is fun," There was a slight pause in his sing song voice, and then the male continued "Okay, so not really, but I like school. La la la.." Long fingers lead his pencil across the had cement, the lead gone for a while. As he entertained himself, Zander rocked back and forth on his heels. Why not? His murdered black and white vans had gone through far much worse. A burning kitchen, a fireplace, a certain pyromaniac he knew. A gir sweatband squeezed his left wrist, along with a light blue Friends Forever rubber wristband. No one really noticed his attire, but if an ordanary observer was here, they would see this:
A male teenager of about seventeen with average height of five foot six and weight of almost one hundred twenty pounds, garbed in a black and white striped tee shirt that wasn't as tight as others, but still slightly form-fitting. He wore a black hooded sweatshirt that rested at his elbows and flew like a cape if he ran. Light blue hair ended at his neck and -with the help on a straightening iron- teased his slightly large spicy green eyes. The skin was pale and dry, and his face was clear of blemishes. He wore no belt with his comfortable blue pants, and they covered his torn and shredded vans.
So far, the ordanary observer; an extraordinary observer might have seen that the fingers were long and thin, signaling that he had at least some talent in the arts; That the spicy green eyes were full of cheerful thoughts and things; that the mouth was glossed and pink; that this teenager was far better than few; in short, our disearning extraordinary observer might have concluded that no matter what the cost, this childish teenager loved everything in the world he knew.
"I wanna candy cane, no wait!! I want to make cupcakes!! Candy cane cupcakes!!"
Wein Wilder grinned, flapping his arms arm and down on his porch. His blue eyes were large and wide, the thick, long lashes protecting him from the mounds of hair that fell upon it. That was the only part of his flash white blonde hair to be seen, the rest was under a GaiaOnline OMG hat he ordered. His arms were not visible, the sleeves of his slightly tight black and white striped sweatshirt were too long.
To be sixteen and hyper, some people though he had ADD or something. Honestly, Wein could sit still for like, six minutes!
From the waist down he had chosen to wear a pair of loose, black pants and the usual high top black converse.
His cheeks were red from the cold as he sat there. Waiting for the next victim to walk near his house and be pelted by snow.
 Krione · Wed May 02, 2007 @ 01:32pm · 0 Comments |
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