Jocks Vs. the Arts (OPEN!)

(Yeppers thanks!)

(DId you see the Figure skating this year!?!?!)

(YASSS)

(THE SHIBUTANIS AND ADAM RIPPON WERE AMAZE!!!)

(YUSSSS!!! i feel bad for Nathan though :(

(I totally agree.)

(YUSSSS!!! i feel bad for Nathan though :(

(Same!)

(Miriah Nagasu was REALLY GOOD idk how to spell her name though so sorry…)

(XD)

(The russian gal whose name spelling escapes me was amazing too.)

(Yevgenia Medvedeva)

(Yah, her. She was awesome.)

(Yup. Shall we start or wait for more people?)

(Idk…)

Name: Lowe Wiess
Position: Actor/Improv
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Year in High School: Sophmore
Sexuality: Straight
Looks: 5'8, slim, fairly muscular, short messy ginger hair, blue eyes, tons of freckles on his face, paleish skin
Wears: some sort of fandom related shirt/sweatshirt, blue jeans, black tennis shoes
Personality: over dramatic, funny, laid back, competitive, outgoing, extrovert
One random fact: Knows martial arts
Other: Will do random things at the most random of times

(I'm gonna start and I changed Marco's grade to Sophmore… I don't want to be the oldest. )
Marco headed for the cafeteria, nodding to his 'friends.' He looked over to Lee who stole his spot. "Why are in my swamp?" He said jokingly while ruffling her hair. "What's for lunch?"

She smiled, "Probably the same old."

"Ew. I'm good. You guys want to cut and goo eat real food?" Marco took his keys out from his pocket. "I'm open to suggestions.

Dexter wandered in, still scribbling in his notebook. He looked around. Great, no one he liked was in here.

"Dairy Queen." Lee said, holding up a wad of bills. "Lunch's on me"

Lowe walked to the cafeteria and saw Dexter in front of him, "Hey there, Dex! Whatcha up to?" he called.

"Sweet," Marco stood and walked out to the parking lot. He turned back towards Lee, "wanna drive?"

"Trying to find someone I remotely like so I won't sit alone again." He sighed. "I guess you'll do."

"Sure thing Blitzy."

(Can I join? If so I will be back after I work on my photography skills with me friend)

Marco tossed her the keys to his Camaro (gotta drive in style amirite?) and ran to the car.

(Can I join? If so I will be back after I work on my photography skills with me friend)

(Yep you can)

Lee got in and started the car. "So how's your Pop?" She asked as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"I'm hurt!" Lowe gasped sarcastically, "But, at least I'm someone you like, at least a little," he smirked.

Dexter rolled his eyes and slid in next to him. "What do you have after lunch?"

"English," Lowe responded, "What about you?"