Boarding School Roleplay [CLOSED BUT STALKERS WELCOME =)

@lukedawson read above to see what class/tier means..

(we can start when the people who have roles are ready. y'all ready?)

Yep~//

(…so do we just start or what?)

Yes! Start of the rp: Move-in day. GO!

I looked out the window of my dorm room, sitting on the bed. Where was my roommate? did she decide not to come? I turned on my headphones as I reviewed the events that had led up to this. After my brother went missing, my parents sent me here to "protect me" and "broaden my horizons." I had scoffed. I met people from all walks of life at my own school, and I could protect myself perfectly well. I sighed. This wasn't going well.

(Just clarifying, this is going to be a first person rp? Since that is what it looks like from your post.)

(yes, it's first person. sorry this is my first rp_

(Oh no it's fine! Just unusual for the rp section. I was just checking :)

I walked into the hall of rooms. I had a small bag that held what little things I had. I didn't 'need' to be here, but I got food and shelter. So might as well stick for the learning too. From everything I had seen and heard, this place was supposed to be better than Mexico. There you were either dirt poor or richer than rich. There was no in between. And guess which one I fell into. Dirt poor, I looked at the paper and key the lady had given me. I searched the doors for the matching numbers.

Primitive.

That's the only word that could go through my head as I headed down the hall of my new school. I guess it was kind of quaint in it's rustic vibe, but even still… I immediately missed the vibranium and aesthetic of home. I decided to ignore that feeling and continue down the hall. I'd have to get used to it. I headed into my room and glanced around. It was smaller than I was used to. Two beds, bunked, a bathroom, and two desks. Nothing special. At least there was a window.

I fumble with my pale fingers, my eyes darting around with fear. Glitch barks at my side and I ease slightly, smiling at my companion. "I'm sure today will be fine." I say quietly. "Nothing to fear… Except for everything…." I say as an after thought.

(ima do mine 3rd person k)
Cassidy looked up at the huge school, twisting up her face in anticipation. She wasn't scared, oh no, just curious. Nothing on her back, she ran up the steps two at a time, swishing her electric hair past the stone columns.

(Oh wait can I not do third person oopsies didn't see)
This is amazing! I thought to myself, advancing up the stone steps. I, Cassidy The Sick Girl, had never even seen something this grand, unless it was in ruins, of course, let alone been near one. This was a dream come true. No more sleeping on concrete. No more eating moldy, dirty peelings. No more getting pneumonia seventeen times in one winter. Not anymore! Personal dorms, good food, and education - things that, during the war, I hadn't even hoped to dream of.

(DO we know who's with who? Or just making it up as we go?)xc

(we make a template and go by that.)

(Let's wait for the owner to find out.)

(that's what she said I believe, we may want to check though, you're right.)
I'm breathing in the air of school - something I've smelled coming off the tier three's and four's, but never myself - when a tall body bumps into me. I look up down to see a girl with dark hair, a messy bun, and tight cobalt jeans. I shake my own faded, baggy ones self-counciously.
"Oh - uh - hi. Have you ever been to school before?" I mentally facepalm. She's dressed so well nicely, of course she has.

Yay! I thought sarcasitically. Another year at the school my parents sent me to spend time with 'commoners'. If only they knew I'd give it all up to experience life normally. "Elizabeth!" My mother's voice cut through my thoughts. "Good bye. Have fun. Don't catch anything of the lowly."
"Yes, Mother," I smile sweetly, her not knowing that I was lying through my teeth. The limo drives off and as I turn around to see a girl with orange and yellow hair.

I stare down at this girl, then watch what was supposedly her limousine drive off. I shift uncomfortably, then steel myself again. "Sorry to get in your way, my name's Cassidy. You can kind of tell I'm dirt poor," I chuckle a little bit, "So I'll just get out of your way."

(who's she talking to, quick question)

(you and also pause dat til tomorrow if you may? I gtg sorry but school just started)

(oh ok i was just checking. and ill reply cause otherwise ill forget but you dont have to reply til you want to)
"No!" I say to stop her from going. "Please don't go. Yes, I have been to school here before. No, I hate it. And I don't care if you're dirt poor. Even if my parents would. But I have different views to them and I'll change the way they rule. I'm Eliza," I ramble on. Then I realise I hadn't introduced myself and did so, sticking out my hand.