The New Girl In School (open for girls and guys)

[x_tara_x]

Just so you guys know, this is the first RP I've started in and I'm looking for a girl to do it with although pretty much anyone is welcome
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Tara Rose McKinnette has just moved to the small suburban town from New York City. It's her first day in a rural high school. She's a junior and has moved to the small town with her dad after her parent's divorce.
Tara has black hair down to her shoulders, straight with a few longish layers with blood red streaks in it. Her eyes are large and mint green, rimmed with dark blue. Her skin is pale and fair and she's about 5'4''. She's got a tattoo of a black rose around her bellybutton, a snake across her lower back, and a bloody heart with a nail going through it on her upper right arm. Her ears are pierced five times each and her nose, bellybutton, tongue, and left eyebrow are also pierced.
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Tara stands in the semi-busy hallway of her new high school, looking around at all of the cliques standing around looking and whispering at and about her. She looks them over, naming off each one. The football players, the basketball players, the cheerleaders, the would-be cheerleaders, the chess team, and the math team. Tara is wearing black leather flare pants, slung low on her hips, a red tee shirt that went to right above her bellybutton, and black combat boots. She makes her way toward the main office, her books hanging loosely in her arms when the bell rings. Students start rushing towards their classes and, caught in the middle of it all, Tara gets shoved out of the way and her books get knocked out of her arms.

Please note all characters must be 18 or older

 

[banemalar]

OOCk i kno ur looking for a girl but u said others may join, and being a new one at RP myself i was wondering maybe we can learn together
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Billy "slade" Smythe is a Sr. who is always classified as skater punk, slacker, and outcast. he has short green spiked hair. white contacts with his nose and tounge pierced.

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He sees the new girl get pushed around and casually walks towards her, and acciednetly runs his shoulder into the same person who walked into tara. as he walks to her and kneels down to help her, he speaks
"hey there, need some help?"
I start to pick up the books and binder she hasn't gathered yet.
"Im billy, friends call me Slade....don't ask"
she responds in a soft voice
"uh thanks, im tara, new here. you mind helpin me with my schedule. i have no idea where any of these classes are"

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Mind if I join?

 

[x_tara_x]

Sure! You can join!!
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Tara looks up at the guy, Slade, and smiles appreciatively at his spiked green hair and white contacts. She takes the binder and books from him and runs one hand through her hair. "Okay, so, I have Creative Writing first block. Probably the best class of the day." She gives Slade a half smile and follows him, listening intently as he points out each of her classes. When they reach the door to the Creative Writing room, she tilts her head to the side and smiles at him. "Thanks...Slade. Interesting name, by the way. Maybe sometime you can tell me about it." she says and walks into the classroom.

 

[banemalar]

"yea maybe, hey after class i'll come by and show you more"
As slade walks to his class, Film Production, he thinks about the girl and how she smiled at him. he liked her. as he walks in the room late, the class pays no attention as they are busy editing and taping.

 

[WickedEyes]

Josh, one of the senior football players watched this charade from his locker.

He slammed it shut. Where do these wannabe's get off acting all doe-eyes in the school hallway? He didn't like the new girl much, and now he really didn't like her - Slade always got on his backside.

Having some stupid classes he had to choose from he had taken Film Production as well... he was going to do something to Slade.

Teach that Goth-wannabe a lesson.

 

[x_tara_x]

Tara sat in the back of the classroom, half thinking about the short story she was supposed to write for next week, and half thinking about the guy, Slade. She was slightly amused and slightly intrigued by his stoicism. He was different than the jocks that this school seemed to be made up of. She slouched down in her seat, sketching a design on her notebook, a dragon that she was thinking of getting a tattoo of. She rested her head on her hands, trying to get her thoughts sorted out. She was the quietest girl in the darkest corner of the room. There were a group of girls in red and yellow cheerleading costumes, a group of obvious football players and a couple of geeks in short pants and plaid shirts with thick glasses that kept slipping down their noses. She sighed again and ran a hand through her hair, wishing the block would come to an end. Creative Writing was not all it was cracked up to be.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

OOC: Neil Black, Senior, just turned 18. Tall, 6'3," and thin, 114 lbs, with messed dark hair and ice blue eyes. He is a bit lanky, with long fingers and large feet, and far more of an observer than a leader, content to sit back and watch what's going on. He plays guitar, preforming occasionally at a local coffee house frequented by some of the students at the school, and although his music is somewhat popular around the school, he still hasn't become popular himself.
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He was late, which was not entirely uncommon for him, but still he was relieved when he rounded the corner and saw that the teacher still wasn't in class. He didn't need another tardy on his record.

Pausing just inside the doorway, he frowned as he scanned the rows of desks, unable to find one a bit seperated from the various groups that typically formed in the class. Then, his eyes settled on the girl in the back, one he'd not seen before, and he shrugged. May as well sit by her, perhaps she wouldn't be nearly as annoying as the rest of the mouth breathers in this class.

Making his way to the back of the room, he finally made eye contact with her, and let his lips form into a faint smile. Nodding his head to her in greeting, he slid into the desk next to her, apparently as close to the back corner as he was going to get.

 

[x_tara_x]

Tara watched the guy walk into the classroom, apparently nobody else noticed. He walked with a certain awkwardness that was attractive. She watched him scan the entire classroom and then look at her. It was obvious she was sitting in his seat. He settled into the seat next to her and smiled faintly. She gave him a little half-smile in return. He was cute, with his dark hair and blue eyes. Tara noticed his long fingers and thought, vaguely, that they looked like guitarist fingers, like her own. She ran a hand through her hair as the very uptight, strict-looking teacher walked in and began to teach, glaring at her every once in a while. When the bell rang, she sighed gratefully and gathered up her things. She, somehow, ended up walking out of the classroom next to the guy that had been sitting next to her. She looked up at him and smiled slightly.

"Hi, I'm Tara."

 

[x_tara_x]

*drums fingers on table* hrm...is this thread really that boring? damn...i know it's my first try but i didn't think it was that bad...

 

[banemalar]

OOC: well hun maybe if we got the class over, i mean maybe next class ya can be with me and i can show you around the dark room ::wink::

 

[banemalar]

While playing around with the new video camera, and learning all the new features, the bell rings. He looks up at the bell itself, shrugs and packs his camera in his case. He gets up knocking into Josh.
"Watch who the fuck your throwing your blocks at MEATHEAD" I respond.
"Shut the hell punk, why dont you go rebel against society"
"I plan on it FUCKFACE, why dont you jus go to your fortress of solitude and do some squats on sausage"
I slap him upside the head grab my bag and shove people out of the way as i make past the hordes of cliques and down stairs into my picture class. i walk in and say hi to my teacher, Mr. Willson, a stoner from the 60's who actully is really cool and lets me run most of class since i have taken his class since freshmen year. As i take a seat in the unlight corner Mr. Willson walks to the board and starts to write the assignment for the week. I glace around to the door and notice the new girl i helped out this morning. A smile comes across my face and i raise my head and motion her over.
"Hey there Tara,right? so you have photography? nice, take a seat" a pull then closest chair next to mine"let Mr. Willson talk and then I'll show you around"

 

[x_tara_x]

Tara smiles and seats herself in the chair Slade pulled out for her. She tilts her head to the side and looks at him with great interest before turning her attention to the teacher. He was definitely cooler than the stuck up tight ass of an english teacher she had just endured. Noticing a football player sitting somewhat off to the side of her and Slade, glaring at her, she shoots him back an icy stare. She laughs as she watches his eyes widen slightly. The teacher finished his amazingly short lecture and the football player walks up to Tara, glaring down at her.

"Yes?" she asks innocently.
"Why don't you get the hell out of our school, goth-bitch wannabe."
"Ouch. Words hurt like a fist." Tara raises an eyebrow at the boy.
"I'm not joking, you better clear out and leave us the hell alone before you get hurt." he glares at her harder than ever.
Tara steps closer to him "Is that a threat?"
"More like a promise. I swear, you don't get out soon, you and me are gonna have a little confrontation."
She raises her eyebrows and smiles wickedly, raising herself up on tiptoes and getting right in his face. "Count on it." she grabs Slade's arm and laughs lightly. "Let's go, Slade. You can give me the grand tour."

 

[banemalar]

"alright, over here is the lovely selection of camera's this school has to offer, which aint that much. but as long as you can show me that you know how to handle something correctly i will most likely let you use my personal collection of tools"
As he is showing the display of camera's offered, Slade notices the teacher coming near them. Mr. Willson clears his throat.
"excuse me, who is this young lady with you Billy?"
"oh hey Mr.Willson, this is tara, new to the school im showing her around the school, and since she's in this class was givin her the tour, mind if i show her your darkroom since those failures, still try to get it correct?"
"not at all dude, stay safe and make sure you lock it when your done, don't need any of those others getting into my stuff"
Mr.Willson replies as he tosses his keys to Slade.

As he starts to make his way to the private darkroom, Slade moves his arm around tara's shoulder and then begins his speach of camera history.
"the first camera was found around....."
Slade unlocks the darkroom sliding door and steps in and helps tara in.
"....please keep your hands and feet inside the door at all time...."
tara lets a sympethic smirk as he said that. Then once the door is closed and locked Slade stops any kind of photographic talking, "wow sorry about all this"
"no no its ok i was actually learning something,"tara responds" unlike my first class, and your the only person i know here, im glad your in this class. soo what do we have in this room, i can see why they call it a dark room, well i really cant see. but ya get what i mean, why the red light?"
"hmm well since u asked it is the color least likely to affect the develop ment. but if you seriously would like to know wats in this room go ahead but right now, wel also have time to ourselves and this is very private"