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School Drama RP
School Drama RP
So in this RP your character is trying to survive Middle School. They can either be in one of the groups, a loner, or a social butterfly (not really a member of any but has a couple friends in each).
GROUPS
Girly Girls (Popular)
Girly Girls (Unpopular)
Smart Girls (Semi-popular)
Smart Girls (Unpopular)
Sportsy Girls (Semi-popular)
Artsy Girls (Semi-popular)
Kind Girls (Unpopular)
Sportsy Boys (Popular)
Troublemaking Boys (Popular)
Kind Boys (Unpopular)
Smart Boys (Unpopular)
Smart Boys (Popular)
RULES
1. Max three charries.
2. No OP charries.
3. If you like the idea enough to join but don't have time for it, then please don't join.
Character Form
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Crush if any:
Groups:
Friends in other groups if any:
submitted by Indigo
(May 7, 2015 - 7:50 pm)
(May 7, 2015 - 7:50 pm)
Mellie~
So. We're at the enemy's base, where we are known as the nerdettes. Wowzahs. It's a fancy little place, but Willow has already decided that something is strange. I agree.
We decide on a plan, while Gigi gets cupcakes for us. I thank her, and then whisper "Don't do it on Kat or Gigi". They seem pretty nice, probably just got peer pressured into being popular.
Vi shows me something she created on her laptop.
"Experiment." She grins. I grin back.
That's why I always liked Vi. probably the most scientific person I know besides my dad.
We do a truth and dare session first.
"Can I ask first?" Kat asks, but with a quick and uneasy expression. I nod toward Vi and she takes notes behind her back.
"Katie. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"I want you... To (insert a extremely horrible dare)!" Kat smiles.
What? I.... I thought we could trust her!
Katie looks at Kat in horror.
****
I got this idea, that Bri peer pressured Kat into saying a horrible dare. However, the smart and artsy girls don't know that, and they feel betrayed. Maybe they decide that Kat should be punished as well?
(August 2, 2015 - 1:30 pm)
~Kat~
Bri grabs me by the arm while the artsy and popular girls are distracted. "What are you doing talking to them?"
"Talking," I say.
She gives me the Glare. "If you want to still be popular, you have to dare Katie to drink a bottle of hot sauce."
"What?? NO."
"Kat..." Bri's hand shots out. Her nails dig sharply into my wrist. "You don't want to be a loner, do you? Allll alone ... Bad fashion sense and nooo one to take you out of bad situations. Christoff would never want to go to the dance with a looner. It's just one small, reasonable dare..."
"Fine." The word slipps out of my lips. I press them back together quickly as if by doing so I could pertend that one tiny word, that one horrible stupid, ugly, ugly descion all wrapped up in one little word hadn't happened at all.
(August 2, 2015 - 10:32 pm)
Katie~
"Bring it on!" I say, with not as much power as I'd hoped. Bri leaves to get the hotsauce. I glare at Kat and suck on an ice cube, attempting to numb my mouth.
She stares back and looks down.
Did she want to do it?
Suddenly...hot sauce. And not just any hot sauce. A big heaping jar of it. I can already feel the heat on my tounge and I gulp, attempting to look brave. Bri hands the jar to me, grinning wickedly. I take a deep breath while opening it. Then dump the bottle in my mouth. The hot sauce burns and I might as well be walking through fire without dying. I collapse to my knees, still chugging. Hot sauce starts to spew everywhere as the gag reflexes kick in, staining Bri's pretty pink carpet. I smile inwardly at the horror on her face.
I finish, not even being able to chug the gallon of water Willow had waiting, for everything goes black. The unbearable pain stops. And the throbbing in my head stops.
But only for a moment.
Next thing i know I'm in the bathroom throwing up red chunks.
(Eewww!!!
(August 3, 2015 - 12:39 am)
I have a question: What's happening with the popular boys? Just a question. Anywhere the rest of them are, Jamie is probably there too.
(August 2, 2015 - 1:36 pm)
Johnston, Christoff, and James are hanging out at Johnston's. Jamie could be there too.
(August 2, 2015 - 8:40 pm)
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(August 7, 2015 - 1:13 pm)
WILLOW
Katie is puking-badly. Why did she take the dare?!? If I was a cartoon, steam would be coming out of my ears. I can almost feel steam coming out of my ears in real life. I clench my fist. "That's it!" I yell. Everyone looks at me. Breathe, Willow, breathe. "Makeovers. Now. Brielle and Rianna. Sit. And... Kat. Sit. I glare at her. I thought we could trust you. I thought we were friends. BUT WE ARE FRIENDS! I jump, surprised. I can read Kats face. I look down, hoping she doesn't know what were up to. "What about me? I wanna makeover!" Gigi wails. "Trust me, you don't." I mutter under my breath.
(August 7, 2015 - 1:21 pm)
Katie~
I lie on the cool, tile floor completely motionless except for my chest slowly rising and falling. You go Willow! No. "Willow?" I moan, catching her attention. "Vengeance isn't the way to go."
"Katie! Look what they did to you!"
I take a deep breath and sit up, the world spinning. "Then the truce is botched."
She bends down, meeting me in the face. "It was never going to work out, face it Katie!"
I sit silently, postponing the answer she wanted, then finally nodded. "Okay. Fine." She stands up, mouthing a silent thank you and opens the bathroom door.
God forgive us...
(August 8, 2015 - 2:41 pm)
Come on, guys!! Don't let this die out again!! It was just getting interesting!!! TOP!
(August 8, 2015 - 1:16 pm)
~Kat~
I can tell that whatever Willow is going to do is not going to be good. I may come out of this with green hair... but I would deserve it. And that's the horrendous part... that I deserve it. Katie never deserved to have to drink that bottle of hot sauce... I betrayed her trust in me. And I know I should have been braver, SHOULD have stood up for them. They're awesome people, and I'm just a jerk.
I sit down next to Bri and Rianna on a nearby couch. I can see the artsy and smart girls conversing on what to do. Bri is distracted, she's texting Andy, but I know whatever they do, she will do something worse to them.
I feel a sharp pain in my palm and realize my hands are balled into fists. I unball them slowly. Waiting for the smart and artsy girls, I pick the blood out of under my fingernails. I haven't gotten the blood out of under the fingernails on my right hand before Willow says, "Alright, everyone, we're ready. Kat, you're first."
(August 8, 2015 - 3:39 pm)
Katie~
I take a deep breath horrified at our plan. But they deserve it! Do I really belive that? Yes. Does that mean that we should give it to them? No. But I did suggest the use of permanent marker. Willow calls me over. "Come on. You have to help a little."
i shake my head, looking questioningly at Kat. "No. I can't do makeup."
"Exa-" A look from Vi cuts her off. Bri, somehow, has not noticed what we are doing.
I gaze at the awful makeovers. What a horrible idea. The though runs through my mind as Bri's horrified scream echos thoroughly the room. "What, have You Done!!!!!" She screeches. Then she turns to me. I take a step back. "This is all your fault!!!"
I stare, horrified, at the angry monster coming towards me. And then something hit me. I would always be her target. Everything done to her with me in sight would be blamed on me. There was no getting away.
Something also hit me physically. Brielle had pushed me backwards, out the door and I, unwary, took a step back.
Of course, there had to be stairs. My weak leg from the car incident many years ago hit the stair with such force it, thankfully didn't break, but it really hurt.
Bri was actually suprised. "That hurt your leg?"
I nod, sitting in a chair. "I was hit by a car some years ago. I can out of it just fine, except for the fact that my legs was very fragile...very..."
I do hope none of this backfires.
(August 9, 2015 - 12:05 pm)
WILLOW
We take Kat into a seperate room, and put a sleeping mask on her. "So... none of the stuff gets into your eyes." Mellie says. We put in the green hair dye, the glue, horrendus makeup, and everything else. Then everyone gets out there phones and snaps pictures-tons of them. We do the same thing to Brielle and Rianna. Gigi is banging on the door. She's still sulking about not getting a makeover. "No, Gigi, for the last time, don't come in until we're finished." Paige rolls her eyes as I take a deep breath. "Ok, guys..." I say. "Prepare to be amazed. We have some mirrors out here for you to see your reflection in, and we're going to take some photos. To, uh, commemorate the great time we're having." I give the girls my hand signal. 3, 2, 1... "Say cheese!" Viola, Paige and Erin take off the masks as I and the rest of the girls have our phones at the ready. Click, click. Suddenly, a scream peirces the air. A horrified scream that could be heard from miles away. I turn to Brielle. "What? I thought we did a good job!"
(August 9, 2015 - 1:23 pm)
.:Brielle:.
"That's it!" Willow screeches out of absolutely nowhere. I detach my eyes from my phone, sharing a meaningful glance with Rianna, who promptly rolls her eyes. "Makeovers. Now. Brielle" - I raise my eyebrows in disdain - "and Rianna. Sit. And ... Kat. Sit."
"What about me? I want a makeover!" Gigi protests, but Willow tightens her lips into a straight white line and shakes her head. "Trust me, you don't."
I collapse onto the couch alongside Kat and Rianna, staring at my phone once more as an incoming message from Andy lights up the screen. Ignoring the incessant chattering in the background as the nerdettes contemplate what to do, I continue to text.
ANDY: so how r u feeling?
BRIELLE: better :) thx
ANDY: no prob :)
BRIELLE: see u at lunch on monday?
ANDY: u got it
BRIELLE: sounds good
ANDY: but first meet me at the guys table just for a sec. i have to ask u something
My jaw drops. Is he going to ask me to the dance? HE'S LITERALLY GOING TO ASK ME TO THE DANCE! Before I even have time to react, Willow snatches my phone and tugs at my wrist. "It's go time. Come on."
"Hands off the merchandise," I command. "This is designer."
She shifts her eyes downwards skeptically. "You mean your ... bracelet?"
"Duh," I snap, writhing under her grasp. "Gold. Eighteen karats." Her eyes widen in shock, and I smirk in mock-innocence. "So I'd suggest you quit while you're ahead. Otherwise things might get ugly, and I'd hate to see you with a disfigured face." She loosens her grip slowly, and I draw my hand back. "Thank you ever so much. Now, on with the makeover, correct?"
She nods. I follow her into my dressing room, where I sit in front of my vanity and begin to extract beauty supplies from the drawers.
"No." Willow flicks my hand away from a tube of mascara. "Just ... leave it all to me. And" - she removes her headband and unfolds it into a large bandana, then drapes it over the mirror - "you can see your reflection after the makeover."
I narrow my eyes, but I don't argue. An eerie smile creeps onto Willow's face. "Let's get started."
(August 10, 2015 - 10:11 am)
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(August 11, 2015 - 12:57 pm)
Hey Guys! I want to join back in (I was Booksy, a smart girl.) but I don't know whats's going on. Could you let me know, please?
(August 12, 2015 - 11:54 pm)