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Boarding School
Boarding School
"Dear Student," the sign on the door says, "You and your entire class are invited to the most highly esteemed boarding school in London. Do not fret, a plane flight has been arranged, and your belongings loaded on the plane. Please proceed to the buses."
Everyone was shocked, and some yelled out. But in the end, they proceeded to the buses, to start a new life.
So, here is how this will work:
Everyone will get to pick one subject they like the most, and that will be the place you live. The subjects are:
Math
Writing
Art
Physical Activity
And no trading cards/collectibles are allowed in the school. Music has to be very old, like classical or medieval. Ok, here is the Character sheet;
Name
Age: You have to be under 18
Favorite Subject: listed above
Appearance:
Gender:
Pet(s); Max. Three
Would you like to be an Assistant Writer? Assistant Writers help me write the story.
Do you want a Social or Academic Plotline?; Social Plotlines are about the events and friends and crushes and that stuff, while Academic Plotlines are about studying, and getting good grades, and being a nerd and that stuff.
Also, at any time, you can change part of you character, and that will have impacts on the story.
Ready to begin?
submitted by Gared
(July 3, 2016 - 9:52 am)
(July 3, 2016 - 9:52 am)
(July 5, 2016 - 3:39 pm)
oh, Sorry. Lillian is the name for one of the NPCs, so, could you choose a new name? And everyone else is thirteen.
(July 5, 2016 - 4:24 pm)
This is Elmodaisy, aka charles
if there was still a dance, yes, he would go with you!
(July 5, 2016 - 3:39 pm)
There is no dance. You must play the game.
(July 5, 2016 - 4:22 pm)
*sigh* I know. I was excited for the dance though. I will be spending a little less time here, and more on Robin Hood RP. This plot now confuses me. i liked where this was headed, but even with a great plot and excellent writers, I do not care for this idea anymore and would like it to become a little more clear and exciting. Things promised to happen which I get excited for, like the dance, and then get canceled and replaced with a weaker plot is disappointing. I am sorry, but I am killing off Charles and will stage a tragic and dramatic death for Cleo (or just ignore her completely) if this plot doesn't become clearer and more exciting soon. Sorry for this outburst, ignore it if you want. Please don't tell me I have to stay, because I don't. Sorry if this messes up a plot. I will wait one week. If nothing that I like happens, Cleo is RIP.
(July 5, 2016 - 5:16 pm)
I have turned the plot back to normal. And I am sorry. I will do a post to explain the plot immediatly.
(July 5, 2016 - 8:15 pm)
Oh no! Cleo is my date!
(July 5, 2016 - 8:44 pm)
So, what is going on? I am writing the Dance post now, and should I say that Charles is going with Cleo?
(July 6, 2016 - 10:11 am)
I am going to advertise the H P Lovecraft thread I made. It is on the top of the Inkwell, and spots are limited, so join soon!
(July 5, 2016 - 4:26 pm)
Paralia was fuming. Anima told her how the PE kids were treating the Art kids, and she could not believe it. She was glad that idiot Thomas had gotten punched in the jaw. They defiently needed to talk. After the rescue, when they were back in the cafeteria(claimed for their team--by the PE brats), Thomas was walking by the prisnors. Paralia stomped up to him.
"Excuse me," She said, her voice sickly sweet. "Can we talk?"
"Of course.." Thomas said smoothly. Paralia wanted to hit him. He thought she liked him!
She walked him over to one of the uncrowded tables, and motioned for him to sit down. She forced a smile. Maybe that thought was best for this conversation.
"We need to talk." Paralia repeated, and her voice grew hard. "About how you and the PE....kids...are treating us Art kids."
Thomas looked uncomfortable suddenly. Paralia barely suppressed a smirk. "Listen. I know none of us wanted to come here in the first place. But your NEVER going to fix ANYTHING by snubbing us the whole time."
He shifted around, glancing anywhere but her eyes. "Just because we like Art, doesn't mean for some of us, it wasn't a hard desicion." She grew softer.
"Trust me, I know. I wanted to take all four classes when I heard about it." Paralia and Thomas both laughed for a moment.
"But, just because we take Art, just because we DON'T take PE, doesn't mean some of us don't want to win. Or don't know how." Her voice grew hard again on the last sentence.
Thomas grew stiff. "We want to win. So, stop. Stop pretending we aren't there, stop pretending we are losers, stop snobbing us, just stop." He looked away.
"Got it?" He didn't respond.
"I honestly don't care what you think. Go ahead. Question the prisinors, as I know you want to do. But really, if there ever comes a time where you need more people, and believe me, there will be, don't hesistate to ask."
She walked stiffly away, Thomas' mouth half open. Anima looked at her in awe.
"Wow. You're brave," she told Paralia. Paralia grinned.
"I know."
(July 5, 2016 - 5:06 pm)
Um, I'm kinda confused. What's going on?
(July 5, 2016 - 6:50 pm)
There has been a misunderstanding. I have done a story so far post, and I will answer questions.
(July 5, 2016 - 9:15 pm)
I do not know what to think.
A girl - an Art girl at that - just stood up against me. I watch her walk away, brown, blue-highlighted hair flowing freely. Girls. Such confidence.
I turn back to the prisoners. After we ran into the Writing and Math team, we took two girls as prisoners, Raven and Izabell. I go over and stare at them, eyebrows raised. Weak specimens.
"Are you going to let us go?" The smallest - Izabell - says loudly. "I have things to do besides be your prized possession."
This hits me hard. After talking - no, listening - to Paralia, I am a little offset. Not myself.
"Girl, you will be a prized possession, the more you talk," I say, giving her my trademark grin.
Raven, a more mature looking girl, kicks me hard. I can't help but wince, she is good.
"You don't talk to us that way, Thomas, you creep!" Raven exclaims, fire in her eyes.
Then they better answer my questions.
"Just shut up. Tell me, where is your team going next?"
Little miss sunflower opens her mouth to speak, but Raven glares at her to be quiet.
"How in the world are we supposed to know?" Raven asks.
"Well, you were there making the plans. You know," I say, getting annoyed.
Then again, I am just playing with my prey.
"I am giving you five seconds to tell me," I say.
I begin counting down from five. Raven holds her head high, jaw set. Izabell, on the other hand, breaks at three seconds.
"They are going to the Math room to interrogate the prisoners and plan the next mo-" Izabell blurts, before being kicked by Raven.
"BE QUIET!" Raven shouts.
I go down on my knees, lean in close to Raven's face, grab her hair hard, and grin.
"Looks like you are first."
(July 5, 2016 - 5:55 pm)
Paralia talked with Anima for a few minutes, glancing at Thomas the whole time. Auddenly, she held up a finger. Anima paused. Paralia's head was turned to face Thomas as he grabbed Raven by the hair. Paralia sighed, exasperated, and stomped back over to Raven.
"Put her down!" She shrieked. Thomas, startled by Paralia's sudden apparencr, dropped Raven, although Paralia could tell it was an accident for him.
"What did I JUST say? And before you say this has nothing to do with us, it has EVERY THING to do with what I just said!!" By now, Paralia was screaming, and the whole cafeteria was looking at her, but she didn't care. She was on a roll. A few people tried to step up in Thomas' defense bUT Anima held them back.
"Forget it," Paralia heard her whisper. "She's rolling."
Thanking the heavens for Anima's help, she continued dissecting Thomas.
"Honestly, some people have no respect for other people! Just because they are our enemies, doesn't mean we have to HURT them! For heavens sake, look! You almost ripped out half her hair!" Thomas glanced quickly at Raven, who was laying on the floor, mouth slightly ajar, watching Paralia's conversation-er, speech.
"You. Can. Be. Gentle." Paralia said slowly, as if she was talking to a 3 month old.
"Why don't people understand this? That stupid 'principal'-" here she made air quotes with her fingers -"obviously wants us at each other's throats! I knew it was a bad idea to come here." She muttered.
"Take a breath," Thomas muttered. Paralia turned stone cold.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Try again." She said through gritted teeth. Slowly, Thomas stood up. Paralia was only a few inches shorter than Thomas, and she looked him in the eye.
"I said, buzz off! Is that better?" He spat in her face. Paralia balled her fists.
"You don't want to do this," She warned.
Thomas just sneered. "Try me."
Anima pulled the back of Paralia's dress, but Paralia just brushed her hand away.
"R. E. S. P. E. C. T. Or else." She said, her voice as cold as Antarctic winds on the frozen tundra.
She shook her fist in Thomas' face. "See this? You might be in the PE class, but I'll bet almost anything that I know more about fighting than you."
Thomas looked slightly taken aback. Paralia smirked and walked back to her seat, trying desperately to ignore all the attention.
(July 5, 2016 - 8:36 pm)
Can I join?
(July 5, 2016 - 6:17 pm)