Name: Harley Embers
Age (15-19): 17
Sexuality: bisexual
Appearance:
Personality: develop
Reason for being here: got mad at the principal at her old school for banning short so she let two chickens in his office, putting a seed pack in his back pocket.
Other: develop
Boarding School for Troubled Teens (Open)
Paige chuckled, shaking her head. "I know right? Rats could do better than this." She closed her backpack and threw it on the floor with her duffel bag.
(i think you said i can join)
(i think you said i can join)
(Yeah, it just make take time for you to get a roommate.)
Eventually, Elouise found her room and went in. The bland room filled her with so much hopelessness that the realization came that she would have to stay here a whole year, a whole hopeless year. She puts on a strong face and walks to her new bed, her roommate would probably be here soon.
"Totally." She opened one of her bags. "It's a good thing I managed to sneak a poster." She picked up a tube. "Name's Arty by the way." She stuck out her free hand.
Paige took her hand and shook it, realizing that this girl was pretty trustworthy. "Paige. Is Arty your nickname, or what?"
(i think you said i can join)
(Yeah, it just make take time for you to get a roommate.)
it's fine
"Yeah. My full name's Artemis." She unfurled the poster. It was a poster with several female characters from well known fandoms with the words 'Ask us about our feminist agenda.'
Paige grinned at the poster. "Nice. I was afraid it was going to be some metal rock band poster or something."
"Thanks. I considered a Led Zeppelin one, but their Immigrant one's the only one I really care for." She pulled out some tacks and started trying to pin it up. "But this pisses off my parents more."
"This pisses off your parents?!" Paige exclaimed, gesturing to the poster.
"Pretty much. Dad's under the influence that feminist translates too 'man hater' and what not. Ma's okay for the most part, but she thinks that 'ladies' should be feminine and passive and submissive and what not." She stuck out her tongue, trying to get the top corners to uncurl.
(Is this still open?)
Paige groaned. "Your parents sound pleasant." Her voice was filled with sarcasm.
(Is this still open?)
(Yes.)
"Oh yeah. They so are." Artemis said, grinning. She finished tacking the poster to the wall. "There." She turned. "So, whatcha in slammer-school for Paige?"
Antonio sighs, flopping back on the couch, his eyes tired, his hands running through his light brown locks. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do at the moment. He was exhausted and needed a break, but no. This school insisted on torturing him. He wasn't wanted by his mother, his father was dead, and his little brother was 'perfect' so naturally the two hated each other. All in all, he had absolutely no one. He hadn't dared making friends at the school, and the person he rarely talked to was Sebastian, and that was if he was feeling chatty. These were one of the days where he wanted to curl up and just sleep forever.
She shrugged, sitting criss-cross on her bed. "My mom has always hated me, so she's been looking for an excuse to send me to this school." Paige played with a loose strand of hair. "Then I got in a fight with my brother and broke his nose, so she saw that as a fair reason to send me to this hell hole."
"Oh yikes. Was he asking for it?" Artemis said, plopping down on her bed.
Sebastian walked through the halls, reading the signs on each door, trying to find his dorm room. He finally came to a door that had his name on it, along with an Antonio. He opened the door and walked it. He threw his bag down on a bed and jumped on it. He put his hands behind his head and kicked his shoes off. He closed his eyes. Maybe he could some sleep. He had been on the road for a while, as his parents decided to drive him instead of fly him. And that drive was fourteen hours long.
"Oh yikes. Was he asking for it?" Artemis said, plopping down on her bed.
"Oh, defiantly." Paige glared at the air in front of her. "Called me a 'dwarf b**ch', so I took a jab at him."
Antonio hears the door open and lazily raises his hand to greet his roomie. "Ciao." He says, looking towards the male, locking eyes with pale blue orbs. His own Emerald eyes search the face of his roommate, a faint red glowing on the tips of his ears. Black hair, messy, yet somehow still presentable, sharp features. The eyes made his shiver slightly, good or bad, he didn't know. "I'm guessing you're Sebastian?" He asks after a moment. His poor gay heart. This wasn't good for him. It was like chugging a coffee right after a Monster drink.
"Ooh. He's an ass**le brother. Sounds like a few punks from my old school."
("His poor gay heart" oml…)
(I had to XD)
"There's always people like him everywhere you go. This prison school is probably full of them." Paige shook her head in disappointment, taking some things from her backpack and stuffing them in her duffel bag.
(XD)
Sebastian glanced at his roommate then rolled his eyes. "Who else would it be?" he asked with some bite to his words. He shifted on his mattress, it was hard as a rock and uncomfortable. The first thing he was going to do when we went into town was to buy twenty blankets. Perhaps that would work. He turned to his roommate, Antonio. He took him in quickly. Brown hair, green eyes, a bit of a build. He turned on his side and looked at the wall.