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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 12, 2006 23:31:20 GMT -5
Now this is a roleplay I got many official warnings from on Neopets... But I love them so... Now, a number of students have been trapped in the school by a blizzard and the sub-zero tempuratures. Most left before the roads closed, but a few, those that were in detention or just hanging out, were trapped. Unfortunately, one student is a wee bit homicidal, which throws a wrench into the survival plans of the others. If no one minds, I'll be the killer. The rest of the cliques, stereotypes and groups are all open to be exploited. ^.^ Just remember, they gotta have a reason to be in the school. People playing multiple characters would be welcome, since a few do have to be killed off and it's better when they have a bit of a background rather than just randomly appearing and dying. You don't have to tell who will be dying, just to add a twist. I'll do another character too. Actually, considering the mental state of my killer, I'll be playing as four or five...
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A boy stalked through the cold, unforgiving hallways of the sprawling, old high school. It was built around the fifties or sixties, leading to the ugly decor. To him, it always reminded him of a bathroom; barf green tile on the lower half of the wall, stark white above and weird speckled linoleum. The many lockers were a slightly paler barf green, heavily dented and chipped from decades of abuse by sullen teenagers. Some were scored with graffiti, the tags in either pencil or for the more daring, black Sharpie. The school rambled about the grounds oddly and the classroom numbers were assembled in a way that made little sense. It was a running joke that the designers of the school were on acid at the time. No one actually doubted this theory though; it was the sixties... His heavy, knee-high black leather boots thudded on the floor, the steel cloven hoof-like tips clicking faintly. Three silver buckles glinted up the front of the boots. His pants were black and torn off roughly at the knee. His shirt was long, the front hanging down to the top of his skinny thighs and the back dipping into two coat-tails that hung to his knees. The arms of the shirt were banded black and white and on the front was a large white panel bearing an odd looking stick-figure standing on a box, clearly screaming at something. The boy was freakishly slender, almost gaunt and this made him appear taller than he actually was. The boy was, in fact, average height. His black eyes were large and dark-rimmed, either from lack of sleep or eyeliner; it was hard to tell. His blue-black hair was spiky and slicked back, the sides and back shaved off. He clutched the straps of a battered brown and black backpack desperately, as if it were the only thing that prevented him from spiraling off this plane of existance. His eyes darted madly about, never resting long on an object, though they did tend to lock briefly upon the few students lolling in front of their lockers or standing in noisy groups sharing the latest gossip more than they did upon other things. They leant close and whispered to their neighbors, spreading malicious rumors about the Skinny Outcast. Cruel snickers slithered their way up and down the various cliques. The boy sighed and tried to ignore them, but it was difficult. His eye twitched. He hated them! And being trapped in this school for the weekend was like being thrown into the deepest pit of Hell. The boy sincerely hoped that the snowplows would dig their way to the building before things got too unbearable. Calling him Noodle Boy and Freakshow and various other cruel monikers. He had been tormented all his life in school, simply because he looked different and acted a bit strange. He was surprised that he had not been tripped or had something thrown at him yet. Gritting his teeth and drawing in a deep breath to steady himself, he hurried on. Soon, he reached the art room, his haven, his home away from the miserable pit he called home. It had many large windows set along the walls and interesting clutter that the art teacher provided for them to sketch and photograph. Skulls and antlers, plants and old toys. For now it was blessedly empty of the remaining students, though that probably would not last long. The comfortable, large, airy room attracted many students to it. He set down his bag, glanced furtively round the room and withdrew and pad of paper and a fistful of pencils. Then the boy began to draw. His name was Johnny C.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jan 14, 2006 0:53:36 GMT -5
"Awww...sweetie, I'm sorry, I'm stuck here." The sort of fake sad voice was coming from a hallway. "Lucky us, the phones aren't down yet, just the roads. Lousy weather. I was hoping me and you could get together tonight. Oh...I get it." A smile played on pink glossy lips. "You're my hero, Mak. I can't believe you actually tried! You're such a sweetie. As soon as I get home you and I can have some alone time at my place. Yeah...I called my folks. They're off in Europe somewhere...left me with the new maid. And she doesn't even speak english. Yeah, life's rough. Well, I'll talk to you later, pookie. Love ya. Bye." The blue glittery phone beeped once then was placed back in a pink purse. The young lady who had been talking stood up and checked her hair in the mirror. She had strawberry blonde hair, tan skin, and wolf brown/gold eyes. Her smile was flawless as well as her tall figure. Her hair reached her waist and the young lady wore a pair of tight jeans, with black boots and a baby blue long sleeved shirt that showed a little more than the school really allowed. But she was the richest kid in this school, what was the point of stopping her? The lady replaced some make-up and then fished a purple wallet out of her pink purse that had the name "Rachelle" in glittering silver writing. "Hmm..." The girl murmured. "At least I have some cash still. Well I always have some cash...I'll get a way out of here, even if I have to get some chump to dig a tunnel out for me." The lady smiled mischieviously then took on her depressed look again and went out of the bathroom and into a throng of young girls like her, talking a mile a minute. Rachelle quickly joined in the gossip. There was particulare parts about many people, what they did last summer with whoever and what they did last weekend at the adult club. (ah! Playing the snotty rich girl. RC, she's totally the first to go, *Kicks Rachelle*)
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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 14, 2006 1:23:20 GMT -5
Johnny, or Nny as he was known only to a select few people, gloomily scribbled on his pad of paper, making something tentacle-y with many eyes and toothy mouths, all different from each other. He ignored another student who walked in, hunching his shoulders and flinching away as if burned.
She was short and petite, graceful and elegant. She was wearing a neat dark blue, black and green kilt and an immaculate white blouse. Dark green socks stretched up out of polished black shoes to her knees. The newcomer's hair was neatly trimmed and dark brown, coming to her chin and parted dead-straight in the centre. Large, brass-rimmed round glasses perched on her nose, shielding hazel eyes framed with long, thick lashes. The girl was the epitome of preppy - if you didn't know her. In actuality, Deirdre, or Dee as she was known among her friends, was a hellion. Teachers always liked her at first, since she was so quiet and polite, but they soon learned differently. She plotted and caused problems, mercilessly harassed other students and spread rumors. She was friends with most of the popular people, even manipulating some of the stupider ones for her own gain. A small smile played about her perfect cupid's bow lips as her eyes strayed upon the hunched form of that weird kid, Johnny. He was fun to torment, always letting her get away with all the torture. He just shrank away and glared and said nothing. At first, when he just came to the school, she had flirted and toyed with him, until she was quite sure the quiet boy had a crush on her. Then came the rumors. Within three days, everyone knew them and never left him alone. It had calmed down since, after all, that had been in their first year of high school. Dee had destroyed the social lives of many young teens with her devious plots and rumors. She was the Queen of Gossip. The petite girl waved the sheet of photos she had just finished developing, trying to dry them quickly without spots. She wasn't too worried about staying in the school. They couldn't possibly take more than a few hours, overnight at most, before they opened the roads again. And in the mean time, she'd work on her pictures.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jan 14, 2006 9:52:25 GMT -5
Finally, alone, Rachelle popped open a bottle of water. The vending machines were still working. She was alone in the hallway, near the room where gossip mouth herself had just gone into. Rachelle hated her, but sometimes relied on her gossip. Of course, Miss Dee would need payment. Rachelle often offered pursuading boys, even though Dee really didn't have much trouble but Dee would just turn down payment. Of course, a few days later, a rumour would be going around about Rachelle. She would smirk and think, That little witch... Then Rachelle would tell another rumour about Dee. It never really got too far but she figured Dee knew who said it. They would pass each other in the hallway, smiling at each other like the best of friends, while they were trying to break each other down. Yes, Dee had her hands full these days. Rachelle thought back to the first rumour she helped spread about Dee. She grinned to herself. Yes, that was a great one. And when they were still first years! Maybe they were in there together now? Rachelle was rarely wrong with her gossip radar...yet hers wasn't as sensitive as Dee's and Rachelle sometimes abstained from gossip, when it just seemed pointless. She stood, brushing the dust from her pants and walked towards the art room. Standing in the doorway she was right and she grinned once again. "Hi, Dee." She said with a little wave of her pink painted fingers. She glanced at Johnny. "Hey, Nny."
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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 14, 2006 21:40:51 GMT -5
Dee smiled and twiddled her own fingers in greeting, "Hello, Rachelle." she said, voice falsely bright. "How long do you think it'll be before they dig us out?" She walked over to a large paper cutter and began chopping the film up into smaller sections, then fitted them into a plastic protector. "Did'ja hear what happened last weekend at Ryan's party? Monica got really plastered and made out with Jeremy. D'you think we should tell her boyfriend at the party tomorrow or when we get back to this dump monday?"
Nny's hand trembled on the paper, his hatred for the two girls so powerful it was almost like a living entity. Of course, it was not his nature to confront them; he'd much rather avoid any trouble. He listened to them blabbering away about their stupid gossip, plotting about another life to ruin... He almost wished that he could prevent them from doing it again, but then again, those that they were talking about had also harassed him. School had not been so bad before his best friend had moved away to Alaska.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jan 14, 2006 22:36:14 GMT -5
"Hrm..." Rachelle murmured, leaning against the table. "I think we should tell him at the party...if there is a party that is." She murmured. "Or we could keep it a dirty little secret, but, letting parts leak out around far parts of the school. The more the story goes around, the jucier it gets." Rachelle giggled softly then looked to Johnny. "Why don't you come to any of the parties, Nny?" She said, faking sad. "Everyone would like your company." Of course this was a lie. Rachelle would prefer to just watch Johnny sulk in a corner, cutting himself or whatever he does when he's alone. She walked closer to him and tilted her head. "Whatchya drawing?" She murmured.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 15, 2006 12:04:41 GMT -5
"Yes. I think so." said Deirdre with a smirk. "In a few days she will have slept with Jeremy and gotten pregnant the way people add to things. A regular fish story." She carelessly stuffed the plastic and developed film into her purse. "Please come to our parties. We miss you ever so much!"
"No they wouldn't." murmured Johnny softly. "I hate parties. My idea of fun is not standing around aimlessly, drinking liquor and chattering about someone's hair or clothes." He gathered up his paper and quickly dropped it into his bag, zipping it back up again before they could look into it. He hugged the bag to his chest, wrapping his thin arms around it protectively. "What I am drawing is none of your business." Lately a lot of his art had been things like that. He couldn't explain it; the images just sprang into his head and if he didn't draw them out, something in him told him that terrible things would happen.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jan 15, 2006 13:35:34 GMT -5
"Hmmm." Rachelle murmured then shrugged. "So what's your idea of fun, Nny?" She asked. She wondered if Johnny every even did anything really fun. Drawing was a hobby and he never looked very happy when he was drawing. When did he look happy? "So, do you have any secret crushes?" Rachelle dared Johnny with a smirk. She glanced at Dee. With their powers put together they could make Johnny's life more of a hell than it already seemed. Of course...they still didn't like each other.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 15, 2006 13:59:11 GMT -5
Nny dared to give them a glare, his dark eyes full of menace. "Why are you so interested in my life?" he demanded. "Maybe you have a secret crush on the school freak? Huh?" He stood up, but he only stood a couple of inches above Rachelle, since he was only about 5 foot 6 or 7. His eyes darted madly about, flicking rapidly between the two girl's faces. I do plenty of fun things... he thought. Why do they keep harassing me? I've never done anything to them. I just want them to leave me alone. I like being alone. "Go away." he whispered, suddenly losing all his rebelliousness.
Dee returned Rachelle's glance and batted her eyes at Johnny. She reveled at the spark of anger in his large eyes. That girl was irritating, but boy could she ever think up some good ways to crush people's spirits!
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jan 15, 2006 14:04:49 GMT -5
Rachelle stepped back, the smirk practically plastered on her face like clay. "Whatever." She said then looked to Dee. "I'll see you later, Dee." She added then left the room, going around the hall. Maybe it was time to teach Johnny a little lesson...lord knows it would be fun to watch him suffer darkly around the halls for a while. Even if the suffering was silent, she knew she'd get to him. She got out her cell phone, leaning against the wall. She put the phone to her ear. "Hey Val?" She said in a murmur. "Yeah, its Rachelle. Listen. I just walked in on Johnny and Dee in the art room...you won't believe what I saw them doing..."
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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 15, 2006 14:46:37 GMT -5
Dee watched Rachelle walk off. She had a very good idea what she was going off to do. It didn't really bother her to have rumors spread about her; Dee rather liked the attention. Pushing her glasses up her nose, she said evilly, "Hope you like the little surprise she's got for us." At the brief look of horror that passed over his face, she grinned. "Bye!" she said sweetly and started to walk away. Suddenly, something shoved her off balance. Nny rushed by, virtually running, shoulders hunched as if warding off a blow. Weirdo... she thought.
The skinny boy broke into a run once he was out of the classroom, barreling past Rachelle, chattering away on her phone. Unfortunately, the art room hallway had the weight room located in it as well. He ran past a long line of jocks, who laughed at the goth kid pelting off. One stuck out his foot, which one of Nny's heavy boots caught. He went flying forwards, face smashing into the linoleum floor. "Watch it, Noodle Boy! Geez, you got dirt on my shoe! Can you be anymore clumsey?" the jock growled, among the derisive laughter of his friends. Nny pushed himself up with a groan and put a hand to his nose. It came away dripping with blood. He shot a glare at the jocks.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jan 15, 2006 14:51:16 GMT -5
"Yes I'm sure its leading to something else..." Rachelle murmured. When Nny ran past her she watched him go into the weight room then continued to speak. "Oh, I just saw him running. I suppose she scared him off or something. Yeah...spread it like butter, Val. Later." Rachelle smiled, replacing the phone in her purse. She looked into the weight room, seeing Nny sprawled out on the floor, nose bleeding. She frowned and bit the inside of her lip a little. Now, that just wasn't very nice. But it wasn't her problem. She was human. Of course she had a little sympathy. She just didn't like to do anything about it.
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Post by beastchild on Jan 15, 2006 15:13:35 GMT -5
Kylen sighed and pushed her long brown hair out of her eyes. Of all the people to be stuck school with....she thought Why did it have to be the two biggest gossips known to mankind? Kylen hated the two girls with a passion. They were everything she wasn't. Pretty, popular, teacher's pets, all they had to do was blink their long eyelashes at anyone, and they'd have whoever drooling at their feet. Ky was the type of girl who hid herself behind baggy clothes and her intelligence. She was a genius in science and math, but she rarely showed it because she hated the attention. She couldn't stand being in the spotlight, but secretly dreamed of performing on stage. As she turned the corner towards the art room, she stooped in her tracks. There was Rachelle, the richest girl in town. Ky tried her hardest to never get within 10 feet of her. She didn't want any rumors about her life spread around the whole school. "Listen. I just walked in on Johnny and Dee in the art room...you won't believe what I saw them doing..." Rachelle whispered. Oh my god! Johnny and Deirdre? He'd never do anything with her! He never talks to anyone, much less a girl. Kylen sighed quietly to herself and then froze. Did Rachelle hear her?She didn't want to find out. She fled as quickly as she could to get back to her world of formulas and numbers. She was safe with them and they didn't make fun of you when you did something wrong.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 15, 2006 21:22:31 GMT -5
Johnny shakily stood up again and fled again, one hand held protectively over his bleeding nose. Skidding around a corner, he found an empty hall. He reached a door and yanked it open, rushed inside, then slammed the door and pressed the lock button on the dirty knob. He turned away from the door. It was a janitor's storage room, but a very large one. He sat down on an overturned bucket and let his bag slide slowly to the grimy concrete floor. He pulled a fistful of paper towels from an open box and staunched the flow from his nostrils, pinching the bridge of his nose to further halt the bleeding. Tears welled up in his eyes, partly from the pain and partly from the unfairness of it all. Nny.... someone whispered softly, tauntingly. Oh, Nny, my boy. What have they done to you? Tsk, tsk; it's terrible! "You know what they've done. Why do you even bother to ask?" he replied. I ask because I care for you... How could you let them get away with such abuse? The voice sounded very concerned. "I can't do anything about it. And besides, you've never cared for me before." Nny said, voice slightly thick. I have always cared, Nny! Has it appeared that I have not? Terrible, terrible thing. I cannot beleive that you ever thought that! I am truly sorry. "Mmph." said Johnny, wiping the blood off his face as the flow stopped. "What exactly do you want, Eff?"
Dee walked out of the art room, head held snootily high, purse swinging from her elbow. She stopped in front of her locker and spun the combination quickly on the lock, then tossed the purse inside, not caring for the weight on her arm at the moment. She slammed the door and locked it, and then sat down carefully, smoothing her kilt down so as not to allow any of the watching boys to see something they were not allowed to. She quickly immersed herself in conversation with the other popular girls nearby.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jan 15, 2006 22:38:35 GMT -5
Oh crud. The sympathy got to her. After flirting with the jocks for a while, Rachelle walked out of the weight room. She had watched poor Nny go into the janitor's closet and she followed and tried to open the door but found it locked. She knocked lightly then looked around. She couldn't afford to have a lot of people seeing her be sympathetic to Nny of all people. "Nny?" She murmured but wasn't sure if he could hear her through the thick door. "Nny, are you in there?"
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