This is a kame RP. If you have never played before:
-all players control the same character
-actions followed are usually decided by who posts first...however in the case that it is dumb, trolling, spam, objectible, etc I will probably use a different action
-this is not a serious do-or-die rp, you can play and drop out and come back when you want...just make sure you're keeping up so that your suggestions make sense.
-that being said, don't make dumb jokes repeatedly. It gets annoying.
-this campaign at most will probably last a month.


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You eagerly stare up at your darkened ceiling in anticipation for tomorrow, your first day of high school. Middle school didn't go well for you...you were socially awkward, bullied, and had nerdy interests. This year you aspire to make yourself a better, more appealing socialite. Fresh school, fresh start.

The best character sheet will be selected for the rest of the game. Please submit suggestions for:

Name:
Build:
Appearance:
New You Aspirations:

wat
No screw that D:

Name: Scarlett Johansson
Build: Blond Hair, Green Eyes, 5'4'', 120lbs, 34-23-35. Super powers include hypnosis-inducing curves and lazer beam eyes.
Appearance:


New You Aspirations: Get your own Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame

You fall asleep thinking about all the things you could become, but one thing circles your thoughts more than all the others. You want to be normal, and you want to be accepted and loved and to feel wanted. As your alarm goes off, your path becomes clear; you want to become a world renowned actor. It is 6:00 AM. You allowed yourself more than enough time to get ready, eat breakfast and get to school.

You approach your closet, what would a girl like you wear to her first day of school?

Name: Scarlet Longwood
Build: Average
Aspirations: To be a loved singer/songwriter or actor.

Footie pajamas.

In honor of your fresh start as an average, loveable and endearing person, you pull on the most ironic pair of footie pajamas that still fits you. You pull your hair back into a ponytail and dab a little makeup on - just enough to make it look natural. "Look at me now, world. Look at me and all the fucks I don't give!" You mutter to your reflection in the mirror.

Upon getting to the breakfast table you realize your younger brothers are already in a fit of giggles at how ridiculous you look; one has lucky charms seeping out of the corner of his lips. Your brothers can be so immature sometimes. You pull yourself a bowl of low calorie breakfast cereal and top it with milk. You are barely half way through your meal when your mom enters the kitchen. She is biting her lip and trying not to stare at your hot pink footie pajamas.

Come on, they are wrong. Footie pajamas are like the best. Ridicule them for their ignorance!

I want footie pajamas .. I probably wouldn't wear them outside, but I'd wear them all over inside.

Let her know that you're an adult now, and it's your turn to decide what that means. Also give your brothers an evil glare.

Me too... I'd never take them off inside my house. I mean, you can be pooping /and/ warm!

You shouldn't have expected your mom or brothers to understand - they have never understood you. They never will. You down the rest of your breakfast in silence, glaring at your brothers and mother, daring them to make the first move. They giggled in silence at you until you got up and left. You grabbed your extremely large purse and backpack and leave for class. The walk to the high school is short. Along the way you noticed several people honking at or staring at you. When you arrive at school you head straight to freshman orientation in the gym. The councilor at the door hands you a name tag, she didn't even notice your pajamas.

The gym is large but already starting to fill. There are pockets of students here and there; on one side are the jocks, all in their team jerseys, sitting next to the cheer leaders and cheer leader wannabes. Above them were the popular kids, and in the far back of them were a bunch of goth looking kids mocking them. You notice other groups of people sitting with each other - a youth group, the art kids, the band kids, and groups dispersed in all of that of normal kids. When you first walked in they were pointing and talking about you, but that seems to have ended. Where would you like to sit?

Sit with the goth kids, so as to not attract attention to yourself.

Sit with the popular kids like you're life-long friends.

Sit with the theater geeks. Find an attractive guy and sit next to him. Begin a long and complicated relationship that ends up intertwining itself with this semester's musical production.

So does this mean we're playing with a blonde female green-eyed character between 5'4'' and "Average" height, weighing somewhere between 120lbs and "Average" weight who is moderately more attractive than average but less attractive than Scarlett Johansson, with either hypnotizing or lazer beam eye powers, but not both?

Also, sit with whoever the hell you know from middle school, duh. That's what everyone does their first day of high school.

I second the vote for the theater kids. They are the only ones you might actually ever be able to sing with.

You wonder around the crowds of students, your ears keen for anything that might clue you in as to who the theater kids would be. Everyone seemed to be a little put off by your appearance and gives you extra space to pass by.

"Tis only a flesh wound!" a loud, obnoxious female voice says ahead of you. The people around her laugh. You approach them and realize one of them is wearing a tshirt from the musical Cats and another one is clutching a copy of Les Mis.

Bingo.

You sit on the other side of the group from the loud girl, although you could hear her as clear as day, and next to a very cute boy with clear complexion and what appeared to be a freshly ironed tshirt. Who irons tshirts? "Hi, I'm Scarlet," you say to him. He turns to look at you, but without missing a beat he holds out his hand for you to shake it.

"I'm Jordan. You didn't go to Beaver Creek last year, did you? That's where we all went." He gave you a crooked grin.

"No I went to High Peak," you respond. His smile gets wider. As you two converse softly - greatly overshadowed by the large girl belting out approximations of other Monty Python lines, you hear the Dean of students droning on about the school rules and handbook and student activities. Jordan is in the middle of telling you about a funny anecdote from Beaver Creek when the girl clears her throat meaningfully. Jordan turns his attention to her, and you follow the gaze. The girl does not look pleased.

"Yes, Puffy?" he asks. You stifle a laugh but no one else thinks this name was strange.

"Are you going to introduce us to...her?" she said with pained politeness, like she was talking to a misbehaved child. She gives you a piercing look but she couldn't be one to talk; she was wearing rub on tattoos and a fox tail.

"This is Scarlet. She went to High Peak," he added, to which cleared up the confusion on a lot of the others' faces. The people around you get up. The orientation must be over.

"And don't forget students to pick up your schedule from the tables over here if you haven't already!" the dean desperately yelled over the bustling activity. Jordan had already started to walk off to avoid further confrontation with Puffy. You follow him, but lose him quickly in the crowd. After grabbing your schedule you are shepherded out into the hallway, past a line of upperclassmen handing out fliers. You grab the only one that seems important to your interests:

HAMLET AUDITIONS

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 12th AT 3 PM IN THE THEATER

You continue to your first class, pre-algebra. Luckily for you, upon reaching the class you see Jordan is in the same class as you.

Inquire Jordan about the Hamlet auditions.

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Sep 24 2012, 1:08 am by lil-Inferno.

Make fun of Puffy for being a furry.

You sit in a chair next to Jordan and take out your lucky pen and lucky notebook. The teacher isn't there yet, and it would appear most of the class is taking their time to get there. Casually you bring up the Hamlet auditions. "Oh, I don't know..." he says, "I'm not the one that does that type of thing, you know? I'm more of a behind the scenes sort of guy. I was thinking about lighting crew..." you give him an imploring look. He sighs, "Well I'll help you read your lines, and practice! Maybe...maybe with the right motivation I'll want to do it." He leans in and right as he realizes it he blushes, and pulls his head back. He clears his throat and stays concentrated on the board for the rest of class, muttering a "see you tomorrow" before walking out.

The rest of your classes pass without consequence; you notice Puffy and one of the other girls sitting a few rows in front of you in your English class, but their cold stare tells you they do not welcome conversation.

Once home from classes, you flop on the bed and debate what to do next.