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**Yukie Tsubasa** Sat Nov 19, 2011 3:08 am

This was a requested thread by clicks. It's a highschool roleplay. It's set in a familliar highschool setting, with classes 1-5. There are many different ways to collide in this story. Feel free to experiment with new, unique characters. Have fun!

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clicks Sun Dec 11, 2011 4:04 am

*Got them -MOVES- like -JAGGER-* Claytonheights2

Clayton Heights
17 years old - Junior - Bisexual

Clay is what you might call troubled. After a traumatic experience in his childhood, he's grown up a bit off track. Even after countless years of therapy and various trips to the psych ward, he still hasn't gotten much better. Sure, he now knows how to navigate through a mental institution and escape it, but other than that he hasn't learned anything. He continues to slice himself up, and have all these breakdowns and these terrible nightmares. He still sees a therapist, but his parents are somehow convinced that he's gotten oh-so-much better, and because of this, they've decided to put him back into school -- a public school this time.

**Yukie Tsubasa** Mon Jan 16, 2012 4:50 am

Yukie Tsubasa was never a talkative girl. She was always shy, and conserved. She had always been kind, and gentle to those who trusted her with their problems, but she could never find it in herself to trust others. Yukie can be described as dainty, and fragile. She's got a small, thin frame, and stands at 4'11. Her hair is a faded blonde, almost white, color, and her eyes are a glazed silver. Yes, she is indeed blind. Her eyes, however, capture shadows of sorts, and thus, she can make her way about. Also, in her aid, she has a velvet-furred pup, colored in raven, whom can be seen walking her to and from school. Oh, yes, and there's one more thing you should know--she's going to public school for the first time this year.

Connor Nunes is a musician. He's usually absorbed in his works-writing, singing, playing and learning how to play instruments. He's often put down by the popular kids at his cold school due to his slightly scraggily look. Connor stands at 6'1", with hair that falls just beneath his clavicles in slightly blackened, wavy, natural style. His eyes are compassionate, and smiley, and are colored a soft green. His build is lanky, with a sufficient build of muscle. He's sort of a hipster, with thickly rimmed glasses that he wears every once in a while, and his worn out Chucks. Connor usually lugs around his Ukulele or Guitar to classes and what not, and plays in between them, or when he has free time. Most people, though, seemed to mind his playing. Luckily for him, he's moved. And he's attending a new school now.

Grayson "Strongarm" Miller is the schools force to be reckoned with. He's the Quarter back of the football team to begin with, and he scores great on the field, and even better with friends. IT's the ladies he can't seem to score with. They love his looks and all, but due to his involvement in The Stallions, a street gang about the town, his heart has hardened to stone, and no lady wants a man who can't love her. So, Strongarm settles for his friends, though he secretly does hope for a relationship in the future. Strong arm's positioning in the gang is also a major boost for his reputation as a top dog. He's a rumbler, and is usually the one who get tugged into the fist fights, and, occasionally, the knife fights as well. Those are his specialties, though he'll admit to himself that he isn't proud of them. Strongarm stands at 6'2", built brawny, and husky. He's a bruiser of sorts, and his eyes, brown as a tree's base, are hardened and cold, though one could sense a bit of yearning, or hurt in them; in their depths. His hair is shaggily cut, and it spikes up in the front. It's colored a deep brunette. HE has a rather mature stubble about his jaw line , which increases in size upon his chin. He can usually be seen in his leathermen jacket, or in darkened jeans, and a tight-fitting T-shirt. (He likes to show off his physique) The things is, he's been volunteered to show the new kids around for the first three weeks of school. what has he gotten himself into?

clicks Tue Jan 17, 2012 8:28 am

I'm just a notch in your bedpost

But you're just a line in a song

Clayton wasn't intelligent.

By medical definition, no psychopaths were notably intelligent. While Hollywood gave them a reputation for being charming and cunning, the truth was the exact opposite. According to medical studies, many psychopaths came from poor homes, where they had very little education. The minority of psychopaths came from more upperclass homes, and even fewer were raised by decent or good families.

Clayton fell into the latter category.

While his therapist had never told him directly that he was a "psychopath", he'd heard the word tossed around a few times, and he wasn't stupid, he knew they were talking about him. It was no wonder, then, that they switched him to a different doctor, where he was given tons of pills and various tests. They'd asked him directly about his homelife and if he'd had any trauma to the head at a young age or some shit. Eventually the questions stopped and he was sent back to his old doctor.

Clayton never talked much during his sessions. The majority of the time was spent glaring at the therapist, waiting for the time to be over. Once, he'd lashed out at her, almost hitting her. But a man in strange white scrubs had rushed in and injected some sort of needle into him. When he awoke, he was in some sort of isolation room. It wasn't his bedroom. There was a bed, a barred window and a tv.

That was the first time he was taken to a psych ward.

Now, he was free of that purgatory. He somehow managed to fool them into thinking he was good, though his doctor was still wary of him. She asked him if he had any violent thoughts or anything out of the ordinary almost everytime he came in for a session. He always said no. After awhile, she began to believe that maybe the pills had started to work, when in reality he hadn't been taking them. She upped his dosage a bit and figured that would do the trick.

They had decided to send him to school. Public school.

Fell into bodies pursuing madness
Lakes of blood will silence your cries

The doors stand intimidatingly before him and he's hesitant to step through them. What's the point of this anyway? School has never really been his thing. There was some sort of school at the mental hospital and that hadn't worked out too well; he'd really ended up yelling at the teachers for being dumbasses and thrown his books to the floor. What's going to make this school any different? They probably think peer pressure or some shit will get to him and make him a 'good kid' now. Or maybe it's to make him feel more normal. But Clayton is fully aware he isn't like other people. Even as a kid, he knew that. He knew that other kids didn't usually throw rocks at their pets or murder their stuffed animals with scissors and ketchup. Normal kids don't do that. And normal teenagers don't do that either. Normal teenagers don't fantasize about doing what he did to his stuffed animals -- only to real people. No, Clayton isn't normal, but he's more than willing to accept that.

Besides, with this knife in his hand, who's going to mess with him?

He fingers the knife, drawing it across his finger, grinning at the blood that seeps from the cut. Suddenly, a bell rings out loudly and Clayton flinches, making a deep noise in his throat that somewhat resembles a dog's growl. He stuffs the knife in his jacket pocket and wipes the blood off on his shirt -- his white shirt -- glancing behind him to see a bunch of kids stepping up toward the door. He backs away, leaning against one of the walls nearby, glaring at those who are daring enough to look at him. Already, he's regretting agreeing to coming here, and he hasn't even entered the school.

Oh, he can tell this will be a long day.

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**Yukie Tsubasa** Sun Feb 12, 2012 11:11 pm

Yukie Sighed, tapping her way to the nearest wall. She walked alongside it, watching closely for the shadows that defined themselves in her vision. That was all she could see, though; shadows. And they were usually only of people, or animals, or something else that created a dark, clear shadow. There was a sea of shadows to her left, which she tried her best to avoid, clinging to the wall at her right. Her efforts were proven pointless as her cane caught int he crowd and she went tumbling to her hands and knees. Her face tightened, and her hair fell like a curtain to cover it. Her left hand tightened around her cane. If she lost it, she wouldn't be able to find her way anywhere. Her eyes shot open. She lost it. A foot of some careless student sent it spiraling across the floor. She clenched her hands against the linoleum of the floor. Were all of these students so heartless as to leave her there? Or was she simply unnoticeable. She decided to go with the latter; they were probably busy talking to their friends, or gossiping about summer vacations... right? She tried to lift herself up, moving her hands about to find something to hold on to, or to boost herself on. Her luck was running low today. She found nothing.

Connor smirked as he strode into school. It was a new year; a new beginning. His Ukulele was strapped to his back, and his backpack hung from his fingers, at his side. He nodded , and smiled to the others, hoping to receive a few smiles. God Bless-He found some among the darkened crowds. He should have a fine time here.

Connor's smiled faded, though, upon seeing that girl. She was thin, and frail, and looked to be a grade school-er. His brow creased. He tossed his bag to the wall, and tugged his Uk from his back, setting it atop his bag. He rushed to her side, resting a hand on her shoulder. She jumped a bit.
"Woah, there. I'm just here to help." He lifted her from the floor, waiting at her side on the wall . She looked straight ahead as she spoke.
"Th-thank you. " She clasped her hands together, nervously fiddling with them. He smiled.
"Nah, just doing what's right." He smiled. She smiled, straight forward. He quirked a brow.
"Are you...?"
"Hey, could you find my cane for me? When I fell, I think someone kicked it..." She squeezed her hands together.He blinked, eyes following her gaze. She was just looking to nowhere. His eyes then caught sight of the cane on the other side o the room.
"Y...yeah. We'll, uh...We'll get it when the crowd of kids dies down, alright?" He smiled.

She nodded viciously, murmuring a bold, "Allrighty." She rubbed at her hands, reddening them a bit. It worried Connor some. He took one. "Hey, there. Don't rub your hands too hard. You'll rub 'em raw." She laughed.
"My hands'll be fine. My eyes are what I'm worried about."
Connor's eyes widened.
"So you are..."
"What, Petite? Charming? Unbearably cute?" She laughed at herself.
"Blind..." Connor finished. Yukie sighed.
"Oh, right. I always seem to forget about that one. Yes, I'm blind. But I prefer to be called Yukie." She smiled, extending her hand straight out. Connor laughed, and turned her to face him. She could see his shadow. She smiled even more so at this. He took her hand and shook it thoroughly.
"Name's Connor, Yukie. Connor Nunes. Nice to meet you." She smiled.
"Yukie Tsubasa."
"Tsubasa? Sounds... Japanese, maybe?"
"It is. My dad's Japanese, and my mom was from New York." She smiled.
"Ahhh...Well, that's cool."
"Mm." She smiled.
"Well, looks like the crowd's dieing down. Let's get your cane, okay?"
"Sure thing."

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