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Post by The Abbs-Myster on Apr 12, 2012 19:31:05 GMT -6
Welcome to ESHS
Eastern Stallion High school, Home of the Wild Stallions Our school colors are Gold, and Black!!
Time to show your school Spirit! It is the beginning of a new year and it is time to fill out the forms to find out how many students we will have including new ones. We welcome any student, into our humble school. We begin at 8:00 A.M. and end at 3:00 P.M.! You will ahve a total of 7 periods that will last around an hour each, (Not Including a Homeroom for Break where you may purchase a snack item for a dollar) We have all after school activities and we do not allow bullying! We have a set of rules you must follow/
1.No bullying
2.No electronic devices of any kind
3.No drugs or illegal beverages
4.No sexual approaches or contact of ANY kind
5. have fun and learn!
(These rules are meant to be broken)
We do not have a dress code so dress as you wish just fill out the form below and prepare for a new school year! Name:
Gender:
Age:
Grade:
Description:
Personality:
Class: (Such as jock, prep, nerd, so on and so on)
History:
Crush:
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:
Other:
-Clothing-
(May use description or picture)
Shirt:
Pants:
Shoes:
Accessories: (Belts, jewelry, ect..)
Purse:
Car: (If can drive) |
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Post by The Abbs-Myster on Apr 12, 2012 19:56:39 GMT -6
 Name:Emily Gender:Female Age:18 Grade:11 (Held back) Description:Above Personality:Emily is a sweet girl, though she has a bit of an attitude and tends to sass back a lot. She doesn't take crap from anyone and might be a bit uptight but is willing to do anything for her friends. Class:Prep (Though she is secretly nice) History:Non Crush:none Boyfriend/Girlfriend:single Other:She is a cheerleader Shirt:The shirt she is wearing in the picture Pants:  Shoes:  Accessories:  Purse:  Car:  |
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Post by Brittany on Apr 12, 2012 21:33:44 GMT -6
((I was thinking about making a high school rp too.))  Name: Harleigh Paige Winchester Gender: Female Age: 18 Grade: 12 Description: Above Personality: Harleigh is a nice girl, but without a doubt she is crazy. She's the most outgoing between her friends. Class: Prep History: Harleigh was born a few minutes after her brother, Dean. She and her brother got along well during childhood, though they had the usual disagreement and playfighting. As they grew into pre-teens, Dean one day saw Harleigh and Colton, who he hated at the time, together. Dean got all defensive over his sister and punched Colton. Harleigh hated Dean for a while, but they made up after she got revenge. Crush: N/A Boyfriend/Girlfriend: N/A Other: She's popular, but she likes hanging around people that like her for herself. Her fraternal twin brother is Dean. -Clothing- Shirt:  Pants: She's wearing a dress Shoes:  Accessories:   Purse:  Car: ((Oh mi God it's Kitt!))   Name: Dean Blake Winchester Gender: Male Age: 18 Grade: 12 Description: above pic Personality: Dean is protective of his sister, Harleigh. She considers him 'annoying', which is sometimes true. Dean loves making people mad, but he's just joking around with them. He is very popular because he is the starting quarterback for the football team. Dean is more of a daredevil than his sister. He has two tattoos, which he got in the 10th grade. He will try anything. And when you ask the phrase 'If everyone jumped off of a bridge, would you?', be prepared for 'No. I'd be the first to jump.' Class: Jock History: Look at Harleigh's Crush: N/A Boyfriend/Girlfriend: N/A Other: He is Harleigh's fraternal twin brother. -Clothing- Shirt, Pants, Shoes:  Accessories: This is on his right upper arm. ((It's Brantley Gilbert! ;D))  This is between his shoulder blades in the center top part of his back.  Car:  |
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Post by Brittany on Apr 14, 2012 15:47:57 GMT -6
Finished applications.
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Post by The Abbs-Myster on Apr 15, 2012 13:13:44 GMT -6
(I love dean!!:3 I love that show haha. Ima have some fun with him!! Haha, and I love your girl character so pretty accepted:)**
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Post by The Abbs-Myster on Apr 15, 2012 13:19:52 GMT -6
The doors to ESHS were pushed open as the click-clack of heels echoed in the already loud hallway. Emily Kate Sweet, head cheer-leader walked down the long and crowded hallway. Her white purse as usual, hung from her arm as she neared her locker, number 343. Her locker was beside her closest friend, Harleigh. She opened her locker with the familiar click. She swung the metal door open to expose a stack of books and folders. She quickly grabbed her pink binder and Science book before using her mirror hanging on her locker door to check her makeup before leaning against the lockers for Harleigh. Harleigh listened as girls whispered and mumbled about, waiting for the star quarterback, Dean to walk in. Emily wasn't sure why girls practically drooled over him, in her eyes he was just like any other boy, just with a good position on the football team, though she knew she had no right to say it. Almost every guy in the school was in love with her, though she knew she was just like any other girl, just with a good position on the cheer squad. Her mind puzzled about the whole school system, how the levels worked. About how the nerds were so bad and how the jocks were so great. She didn't question it though, it is what got her so popular in the first place. She stayed silent, waiting for the loud noise of all the girls in the hallway to start yelling and screaming when Dean would walk in, surely Harleigh would come in soon after. |
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Post by Brittany on Apr 16, 2012 5:20:31 GMT -6
((Haha omg me too! I'm in frickin love with Jensen! But Jared is cute too. And thanks.)) -The familiar, spiked haired, Dean Winchester, burst through the school doors. Something had gotten on his nerves earlier in the morning, but he decided not to let it show. He smiled and winked at the girls huddled together before walking up to Emily.- "Hey Emily." -He smiled and leaned against the locker, arm propped up.-  -Harleigh entered soon after. She was smiling, unlike Dean when he had first entered. They had obviously got into something and Harleigh had won. She walked up beside her friend and her brother.- "Are you going to tell her what happened this morning?" -She teased and jerked her purse back onto her shoulder.- "Dean was pulled over today because he wasn't careful enough to not get caught while we were racing." -She laughed and looked at Dean.- "But my car's still faster." |
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Post by The Abbs-Myster on Apr 16, 2012 14:54:04 GMT -6
`Hey Winchester` She said smiling at Dean. She tended to call him that, though a sudden flush of annoyance entered her as Dean winked at the practically drooling fan girls. She still didn't understand how they could be that much in love with him. Quickly rolling her eyes, she turned her gaze to Dean. Bringing her books closer to her she smiled `You seem upset` She said but didn't wait for an answer as Harleigh walked up. Emily listened and a smirk grew on her face. `Oh the Big Dean lost?` She covered her mouth in shock then quickly faked a shocked look. `No!` She laughed and pushed him softly. `I'm just playing, so the cops got you? Mmm,` She reached over into her large white purse and pulled out a small slip of paper with black ink writing on it. `Me too, last week. I owe $200 for "Dangerous Driving"` She said makings quotes with her fingers as she spoke. `I wasn't driving dangerously at all! I was just trying to pass the red light before the old lady got in my way...` She smiled and laughed, her laugh was a soft and welcoming laugh. She looked over as whispers entered the air. A small group of fan girls, with their notebooks covered in Dean's name, gazed at Emily then whispered once more. Their eyes were angry, obviously from when Dean walked right up to Emily after winking to them. She smiled and thought "Poor suckers" Before looking back at Dean and Harleigh |
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Post by FusedHearts on Apr 16, 2012 18:30:34 GMT -6
Name: Serah Gender: Female Age: 17 Grade: 11 Description:  Personality: Sly, witty, and a bit rude at times, she is a social outcast. She is a bitter and anti-social, and hates dealing with other people's crap. Annoyed easily, and always ready to spit fire on a bad day. Its a very bad idea to get on her bad side, as she is quite a trickster, clever and sly. Underneath is a sensitive girl who will defend anyone who truly needs it. She refuses to be called emo, and if you do, be ready for a world of hurt. Class: Rebel/Outcast History: Her mother left with some other guy, and her father was a workaholic who was never home, leaving her to be a bit distant and ill-mannered. She moved from Arizona to this place, and lives in a small apartment complex with two bedrooms. Crush: LOLNO Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Yeah uhm... ^ Other: She owns a rat in cage named 'Patches'. Um... She likes doing what she calls 'experiments' to him. -Clothing- (May use description or picture) Her wardrobe is relatively simple, as she really doesn't care what people think she looks like. On a cold day, a pair of jeans that are ripped at the knees and a silver hoodie will do good enough for her. On a hot or regular day, a purple or red tank top or a black T-shirt with shorts are just fine. Her bag/purse is one of those that you sling over your shoulder than rather carry on your arm, and it is a powder blue color. She's never without her headband:  Her chain choker necklace:  Or the one in the image above if you can see it... Aaand fingerless gloves:  ((Sorry if I suck at this, I have no idea how high schoolers act xD)) |
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Post by The Abbs-Myster on Apr 16, 2012 18:38:33 GMT -6
(It's great! accepted:)**
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Post by FusedHearts on Apr 16, 2012 18:55:05 GMT -6
((YAY I shall stawt nao)) A dark haired teen stood, propped up against her locker and hunched over her cellphone, the small beeps and blips barely heard over the crowd of talking high schoolers. Her flat cut bangs hid her eyes which were trained on the small screen of the device, thumbs flying over the keys at a rate that would rival the speed of light. A couple of people that walked by her sent odd looks her way, but she was too absorbed in the texting that she didn't notice. Once the hallway reached one of those awkward, quiet moments, she could hear the voice of a girl speaking, and listened in for the heck of it. "Me too, last week. I owe $200 for 'dangerous driving'."Serah stole a glance at the owner of the voice, dark eyes studying the prep with the white headband and dazzling light brown eyes. Her hair fell in curls over her shoulders. Serah rolled her eyes and hit 'send' on her phone, shoving it into her pocket and turning back to her locker. "Oh, there's something you don't see everyday. A prep that gets pulled over. What are you, color blind or somethin'? Or were you too absorbed in your own reflection to notice the red light or the old lady?" She spat fiercely. The girl often stereo-typed the class of each student and treated them as such. Preps, in her mind, were conceited little brats. Serah opened her locker and slid her books out, pulling the ribbon of her leopard head-band out of her eyes. |
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Post by The Abbs-Myster on Apr 16, 2012 19:02:47 GMT -6
Emily's eyes grew a confused look and she turned to see a dark haired girl, face buried in her locker. She recognized the girl and raised an eyebrow `Someone having a bad morning much? Actually I was late picking my little brother up from pre-school, but whatever floats your boat` She rolled her eyes and turned to look at Harleigh once again. She wasn't as mean as most of the preps in the school who would normally have thrown books at the girl by now, though Emily preferred to defend herself and leave it at that. |
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Post by FusedHearts on Apr 16, 2012 19:23:15 GMT -6
Serah glared at the girl sidelong before diving back into the cluttered mess that was her locker. Cluttered as in old papers and books from back in sixth grade, and messy as in sticky jelly and peanut butter from last weeks lunch... She listened to Emily's story of rushing to pick up her little brother from pre-school. Even though her head was hidden in the locker, Serah lifted her eyebrow, still skeptical. She shouldn't be driving with a kid in her car if shes driving like... A voice nagged in the back of her head, but she shook her head and convinced herself that she didn't really care. "Stupid..." Her voice faded out as she delved deeper into her locker, than faded back when she pulled out, "-Ing preps..." |
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Post by Brittany on Apr 16, 2012 20:48:44 GMT -6
 -Harleigh's jaw dropped and she clenched her fist. When the girl's face appeared again, she raised her arm back, and just as she was about to hit Serah, Dean took her arm.- -Dean grabbed his sister's arm just before she threw the punch.- "Woah, Harleigh. You and Emily go on to class. I'll see you later." -He pushed his sister away gently and turned back to the dark-headed girl.- "You was lucky I was here. She might look weak, but she can pack a punch." -He spoke calmly, obviously used to dealing with his sister when she gets angry.- "And you must not know the preps around here are like wolves. One gets in a fight, they'll all jump in. Now, f**k off and don't mess with Emily again." -He looked over and smiled to a prep that passed him.- "Hey, Cal." -Dean looked back down to Serah and winked before walking over to a group of football boys.- |
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Post by The Abbs-Myster on Apr 17, 2012 15:11:33 GMT -6
Emily gave a look of resistance to Dean before allowing him to push her off. She slowed down as he talked to the girl. " don't mess with Emily again" She couldn't help but let a smile grow across her face before catching up to Emily. Pulling her purse back onto her shoulder, she spoke. "So, explain to me why everyone loves your brother?" |
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Post by FusedHearts on Apr 17, 2012 16:35:40 GMT -6
Serah scowled and raised an arm defensively to protect herself as another girl, gray eyes and long, straight locks, clenched a fist. Expecting at least one hit, Serah was a bit disappointed when Dean (yes, she knew exactly who he was) intervened, telling this Harleigh girl to go to class with Emily. "Aw, you should of let her fight, I would'a liked to see her sissy little hit," She sneered, talking the last part a bit loud so that Harleigh would hear it as she walked down the hallway. Serah then turned her sharp gaze back to Dean, who lectured her about not messing with preps. I'll mess with who I want! She thought defiantly, though she was unable to voice her thoughts as he flashed her a smile, greeted some other chick who passed by him, then strolled over to a group of football boys. Serah shook her head and glared at his back, slamming the door of her locker to follow his sister and Emily back to class. "Damn jocks." |
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Post by The Abbs-Myster on Apr 17, 2012 17:06:45 GMT -6
Emily slowed and stopped listening as the girl spoke of Harleigh. She bit her lip trying to hold her anger. Emily turned quickly and walked up stopping in front of the girl, blocking her path. `Say one more thing about her, I dare you` The last words came out more as a hiss as she spoke through clenched teeth. She wished and hoped, Harleigh and Dean wouldn't hear her speak, she didn't want anyone to try and stop this. Though, she knew Dean would if he saw it and Harleigh would try to convince her to, she had a feeling one of them would hear or maybe both so she spoke quickly. `You can call me A "Prep" I don't care to be quite frank, but just because I dress nice doesn't mean I am one, And trust me, it doesn't mean I don't hit hard either.` She said. She leaned down closer to the girl, `So shut your mouth before I shut it for you` She said. She leaned back and stood tall once more raising an eyebrow. She rarely got mad, only when it came to her friends. She never cussed, she only cussed once before when someone threatened her little brother, she only cussed when she was extremely mad. |
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Post by FusedHearts on Apr 17, 2012 17:43:54 GMT -6
Serah's eyebrows lifted as high as they could possibly go, dark eyes studying the angered girl. She sighed and stepped to Emily's side, as she was blocking her way to class. "What is it with you preps acting like your so tough?" The dark-haired girl raised a long thin finger and flicked Emily in the forehead. "That's probably how hard you hit," Serah said calmly, [SORRY WILL EDIT] |
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Post by The Abbs-Myster on Apr 17, 2012 18:28:37 GMT -6
Emily's mouth dropped open shocked as the girl flicked her. Without a thought, Emily turned raising her hands and placing them on the girl's chest before shoving the girl into the lockers. Before the girl could even hit the lockers, Emily had her hand on the lockers on each side of the girl, as she leaned down close to the girl. People around them hushed each other and slowly began to watch while others passed by slowly before hurrying to class, the hall was silent. `Touch me one more F***ing Time and I swear I will kick your A**` She said in a calm voice though it reeked of hatred and threat. Her jaw was clenched tight, anger tinting her eyes. She pushed off of the lockers and took a few steps back. Quickly picking up her fallen books she watched as the crowd was parted and the Principal entered. `What is happening here!?` The man asked, his voice rittled with anger. `They fought!` One kid yelled. Emily rolled her eyes and looked away as the Principal's face lit up red. `You two, my office, Now` He said. `And you two` He said looking at Harleigh and Dean near the middle of the circle. `My office also.` `Wait they weren't in it!` Emily replied. `I don't care, office!` He yelled. Emily rolled her eyes and looked at Harleigh before walking through the crowd and towards the office. |
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Post by Brittany on Apr 17, 2012 18:44:33 GMT -6
 -Harleigh shrugged at her friend's question.- "Dean is...I don't know. I mean, he's the star quarterback. Doesn't all the girls go for them? I mean, he could be the ugliest person on Earth, but if he is star quarterback, girls would drool over him. It's quite silly if you ask me." -She replied the truth, but then thought about her crush with Colton, the team's best wide receiver. But her crush with Colton wasn't about his position on the football team. She liked him for him. She stopped and turned around as Serah said something about her.- "B***h." -She walked over to her and swiped at the girl's face. She looked up to see Dean running towards the three.- "Dammit, Harleigh. Get your ass on to class now!" -Dean somewhat yelled, but gently pushed his sister away.- "Emily, take her on." -He turned to Serah and sighed.- "Sorry about her. You ok?" ((Now he is all nice and junk to people. This is Colton, btw.))  |
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Post by The Abbs-Myster on Apr 17, 2012 19:06:50 GMT -6
Emily finally reached the outside of the crowd and stopped. She swung her purse onto her shoulder and sat waiting for Harleigh and Dean. She rolled her eyes now, she wanted to be with her two friends right now, it was the only thing that could calm her down. |
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Post by FusedHearts on Apr 17, 2012 19:19:43 GMT -6
Serah's back slammed against the lockers, the hallway going so silent you could hear a mouse tittering. Okay, a preps berserk button must be getting flicked. Dramatic little f*ckers. The dark-haired girl sent a death glare that could kill at the fuming Emily, who had leaned in close to hiss in her ear. The girl threatened her then stepped back, picking up her books from the ground. The principal then stalked in, and barked at the four teens to meet at his office. She watched, stunned, as he walked off. "Goddammit! Damn you!" Serah's jaw clenched and she raised a fingerless gloved fist, a look of true hatred and anger on her face. Blinded by rage, a quick swipe of a sharp nailed hand raked across her cheek without leaving a trace of who it was, though she caught a glimpse of straight brown hair and furious grey eyes (Harleigh). Serah felt the scratches on her cheek and sighed, listening to the clicks of heels fade away. Dean remained, asking her if she was okay. She scowled at him, though it eventually softened. "...Why do you act like you care?" She said softly, though there was still a faint frown on her features. Any boy that had ever asked if she was 'okay' had said it sarcastically. Plus, she had thought jocks were jerk-ish types. There had been a few times where a girl or two would walk by her side like a leech and chatter her ear off about how great Dean is, and from what Serah had seen he wasn't all that bad... |
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Post by The Abbs-Myster on Apr 17, 2012 19:30:30 GMT -6
Within seconds, Emily's hand shuffled as a guilty wave was thrown over her. She bit her lip thinking before shoving through the crowd once more. She approached the girl with a soft smile. `umm...` She muttered. `Hi, I am So sorry about that, I won't lie I have anger issues...and I won't blame you if you maybe..you know like hate me forever, but I am sorry.` She said playing with her nails and biting her lip. Now thinking of it, the girl was pretty and she wasn't all mean maybe she had a bad past? `Oh um...` She reached into her purse and pulled out a small velvet clothe and handed it to the girl. `You can use it,...for your scratches` She said motioning to her own cheek. `Um,..I am Emily` She said with a smile and holding out her hand. |
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Post by The Abbs-Myster on Apr 17, 2012 19:31:27 GMT -6
(Omg guys, My boyfriend's name is colton in real life!!xD sorry for double post! Haha what a quinkydink!)
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Post by FusedHearts on Apr 17, 2012 19:54:10 GMT -6
((((Heh, thats cool! Wai... Love triangle between Abby, Colton, and Harleigh? LOL)) As Serah was waiting for Dean's response, she saw Emily approach from the corner of her eye. She turned to her with an evident scowl that gradually faded into a rather wide-eyed look at the girl's apology. Serah blinked, eyesbrows going up, "H-Hey, why are you apoligizing?" Her gaze turned to the ground, suddenly finding the girl's heels very interesting. "Um...It was my fault, really... Maybe it was just a bad morning, like you said..." She mumbled the last part, " I'm sorry," Emily handed her a velvet cloth, saying it was for her scratches. Serah blinked again and took it, nodding thankfully, feeling thouroughly embarrassed. She fiddled with the soft material for a few seconds, staring at the hand that Emily extended. "Um...I'm Emily," Serah nodded and took her hand, shaking it, "Serah. Now, we shoud probably get back to the office..." She cringed in guilt, "I'll take the blame...If you want...." |
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