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Post by Stasya ♥ on May 17, 2009 18:16:01 GMT -5
There are no rules. Just have fun. Setting: The afternoon os passing by slowly. Every minute that passes by seems like an hour. right now is the students' lunch break. The students are restless and excited. Tonight is the prom. Some have their dates and some don't. Most of those without dates are rushing around trying to find a date. The prom theme is Masquerade Ball and it is being held in a nearby, high-class hotel. I am going to be Stasya, Jeremy, Skye, Katelyn, and Nathaniel.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on May 17, 2009 20:08:57 GMT -5
"Hey, Stasya! Got a date from prom yet," a boy called across the high school campus. A girl turned and looked at the boy, trying to keep from choking on her Pepsi. "Aww, man! Why'd you have to ask?! Now I have to say no! You're my friend and, if no one asks me, you can join my little group. A'ight?" The boy's smile grew slightly smaller but he nodded. "I'm counting on it. No offence but seriously, Havok! I need a date!" The girl laughed, pushing her pale hand through her black hair. She turned back to her twin brother, green eyes excited. "What? What?!" "Stasya, amazingly and miraculously and mysteriously, almost half the guys in our school have asked you to our prom. And you have said no to all of them. Why?" The teenage girl, 15 year old Stasya Marie Havok-Trainer, shook her head. "I'm waiting... For a certian person to ask me out." She shrugged casually, taking a bite of her bologna sandwich. It crunched with the pickle flavored chips she had piled it with. It was her favorite kind of sandwhich" Bologna, extra mayo, and pickle chips. "Besides, Jeremy, it isn't any of your business." Jeremiah Malachi-Xavier Havok-Trainer laughed. "If you wait too much longer, you'll be with your dateless group. Do you even think this certain person is thinking about asking you?" Stasya sighed. "I don't -" "Whoah, wait! Why did you say 'certain person'?" Jeremy used air quotes. "Why didn't you say guy?" He gasped dramatically. "Are you a lesbian?" Stasya blinked. "No. What do you have against homosexual people anyway?" "Nothing. Just asking." Jeremy shrugged. "Please continue with what you were saying." She just sighed. "I don't know if he wants to ask me to prom. I don't think he will though." Jeremy scoffed a laugh. "Than why are you waiting?! You can ask him, you know." Stasya twirled her navy blue streak around her finger. "Just. Shut up, alright? I'll think about it." "I can't let you let that dress go to waste on a group. You actually bought a dress and it looks awesome with the mask so you better have a date." Jeremy snapped apiece of celery in half and threw part at his girlfriend. "Hey, Caty. Why ain't you sittin with us?" The girl picked the piece of celery up and laughed, throwing it back at him. She stood up, picking her tray up, and walked over to the table. She sat down next to Jeremy, running a hand through her red hair. "So, Stasya, no date for tonight?" Stasya shrugged. Catelyn Foremen was the only cheerleader she actually liked. She isn's a stuck up airhead like the others and she's her twin brother's girlfriend. "Nah, not yet." She stabbed at her cup of fruit.
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Post by Cassie Darko on May 17, 2009 20:53:00 GMT -5
ooc||CAN I JOIN?
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Post by Stasya ♥ on May 17, 2009 20:55:20 GMT -5
ooc|| Of course you can, kiddo.
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Post by Cassie Darko on May 17, 2009 21:05:59 GMT -5
ooc||I'm using Amanda And Zac bf/gf so they go to prrom
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Post by Stasya ♥ on May 17, 2009 21:08:31 GMT -5
ooc|| Okey dokey then. Try to post what their dress/tux/mask looks like when it is time for the dance, alright?
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Post by Cassie Darko on May 17, 2009 21:14:40 GMT -5
"Amanda!" Screamed a 17 year old boy yelled. Amanda looked back and waved, Zac came runing up to her. "Do you have a date to the prom?"Zac asked, Amanda didn't say anything she told him "you already asked me to go with you, Don't you remember?" "Oh,Oh yeah now i remember! he-he"
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Post by Stasya ♥ on May 17, 2009 22:18:36 GMT -5
"You change your mind like a girl changes clothes. Yeah you PMS like a bitch... I would know. And you over think, always speak cryptically. I should know that you're no good for me. 'Cause you're hot then you're cold; you're yes then you're no; you're in then you're out; you're up then you're down; you're wrong when it's right; it's black and it's white; we fight, we break up; we kiss, we make up." A girl sat under a tree with one earbud in, quickly glancing at the pages in her textbook since there was supposed to be a pop quiz in her biology class. She stuffed a rubbery chicken nugget from the cafeteria in her mouth. She yelped when a chip bounced off the top of her head and landed on her book. She looked up, eyes blue as the sea after a storm, and smiled at her best friend. She grabbed her tray in one hand and her textbook in the other, walking over to her friend's table. "Hey, Sta-Sta. Are you stressing about the writing assignment?" There was a slight southern accent in her voice. Stasya shook her head. "Nah. If I fail, I fail. If I don, I don't. I have the feeling, though, KSA, that you are slightly stressed." She snickered. The girl ran a hald hand through her black hair, her skull ring getting caught in the teased top layer. She giggled and pulled it free. "Eh, maybe just a little bit." She is a sixteen year old freshman in high school. Her name is Katelyn Shae Abernathy. She lives on the streets with her brother TJ. She did drop out of school for a couple years before starting back up. After joining back up, she met Stasya and found out they both have a lot in common; particularly their major anger management problems. Stasya yawned and ate the last of her sandwich. "Who are you going to prom with?" Katelyn ducked her head. "Well, I kinda want to go with this boy Skye. He hasn't asked me yet and, I know he doesn't have a date, but he's a bi. And he has a pretty serious boyfriend. But his boyfriend isn't going so..." She sighed and shrugged. "I don't know." "Ask him. What can it hurt?" Jeremy shrugged. Katelyn looked at Jeremy. "Uh, my dignity! Rejection totally ruins me. I go into a terrible pit of, like, depression." She snickered. Stasya shrugged slightly. "I know Skye. I can be your wingman or whatever." Katelyn smiled. "Oh, could you?!" Stasya nodded. "Sure." Katelyn hugged Stasya. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
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Post by Stasya ♥ on May 17, 2009 23:10:01 GMT -5
"Guess who," someone asked, covering Stasya's eyes with their hands and disguising their voice. Stasya turned stiff for a moment. "How many guesses do I have, punk?" "Um, three," they replied patiently. Stasya sighed and thought. "Are you.... Edward Cullen?" "Ugh, I wish." Stasya snickered. "Okay. I'll take that as a no. Are you... Bill Kaulitz?" "Psh, you wish!" Stasya laughed so hard she about fell off the bench. "Good one. Jeez, I don't know! I guess I can take a wild shot in the dark. Are you Nathaniel?" "N - wait. Yes." A boy sat in the open spot on the bench beside Stasya. His voice was no longer disguised and you could pick out a slight Canadian accent. This boy had known Stasya for 3 years now and they're best friends -much to Natahniel's disappointment, though he is glad he actually has a friend -, despite how different they are. 17 year old Nathaniel Lucian Thomas is an abused teen covered in scars, bruises, and cuts constantly. He is almost completely blind in one eye because of his dad. His father beats him on a day-to-day basis, his mother is dead, and his sister is gone. He is terribly shy and it takes forever before he starts to come out of his shell, though it is an almost unbarably slow process. Stasya laughed, messing his hair up. "Hey, are we, like, going to do each other's hair and nails before the prom tonight?" She snickered, glancing pointedly at her friend's nails. They were painted a neon green. Nathaniel looked at the chipped paint on his nails and fixed his hair so it was hanging back over his bright blue eyes. "I guess we can. Who you gettin all dolled up for?" Stasya made a face. "Ew! Don't say that!" She shuddered. "No one in particular. No date," she explained with a shrug. "How about you?" Nathaniel snickered. "Are you kidding? Who's want to go to prom with One Eye Nat?" "I know one person," Katelyn said slyly, looking up from her textbook. She giggled and looked back at it when Stasya glared icily. Nathaneil cocked his head curiously. "*cough* Stasya *cough*." Jeremy cleared his throat casually and ate some of his lunch. Nathaniel blinked and blushed lightly but unnoticably. "Jeremiah Havok, shut up," Stasya growled. Jeremy cocked his head innocently. "What'd I do?" Stasya rolled her eyes. Nathaniel glanced at Stasya then to the holes in his jacket sleeves in which he had his thumbs. "W-Would you like to be my date?" he asked shyly. He spared a quick, shy glance up at his friend. Stasya was blank and emotionless as a statue for a moment. She half smiled, a michevious look on her. "Sure. I'd love to go to prom with you, Nathan." Nathaniel sighed a breath of relief. The only problem he now had was that he had to get ready without his dad noticing. It would be tricky but Nathaniel figured he could think of something.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Jun 9, 2009 1:32:45 GMT -5
Stasya scouted the campus. "Hey, has anyone seen Zac?"
Jeremy shook his head. "Not since this morning. Huh, I haven't seen Rowdy since this morning, either. Weird."
Stasya nodded and stood on the table, ignoring when the teachers told her to get off. "Oh, wait! There's Zac! I'll ask him if he's seen Rowds." She jumped off the table and snuck up to Zac. She tackled him from behind screaming, "Jeepers Creepers!!"
Jeremy rolled his eyes, sighed, and shook his head.
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Aug 5, 2009 20:14:38 GMT -5
[[Hmmmm... Can I join?]]
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 5, 2009 22:01:51 GMT -5
[[Mhm!!
Name: Age: Grade: Gender: Appearance: Personality: Prom Outfit:]]
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Aug 5, 2009 22:34:30 GMT -5
Name: Demetri Black Age: 18 Grade: 9th. Or something like that... xD Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Demetri is quiet, usually found in the library reading or catching up on homework, she's a bit anti-social so no one really knows much about her. You have to really try to talk to her in order to understand her. Prom Outfit:
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 5, 2009 22:36:49 GMT -5
[[Accepted but you need a mask for the outfit. *points to 'Masquerade Ball' part in plot* (:]]
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Aug 5, 2009 22:39:43 GMT -5
[[Blah. Here, fine. xD : There.]]
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