Cheese and Crackers [A Roleplay Group] discussion

Roleplay with characters from your realistic stories. No magical powers, time travel, or vampires in here! Pick your favorite (or least favorite character) and let the fun begin!

Henri adjusted her backpack on her shoulder, straightened her bangs with her fingers, smiled at nobody, and opened the door to Riley Academy. "Private school here I come," she said under her breath and pulled open the door.

((Laaaavvv why can't you doo more than kissingggg?? :o))

((Me and Mandy are both sort of conservative when it comes to that, it's just our rules. There are other groups where it's alright, but Mandy had to leave a group because of that, which is why we made this one.))

((Yeah. In the other group it got really really really extreme in one particular topic.))

((Ooh. Yeaaaahh, well I don't do that...I was just wondering. XD))

((That is why. :))

((;) Although I don't just say, "They kissed" or whatever I like to go a little deeper than that. Is that aloud?))

((Most definitely.))

((Okidokay. Good. ;))

((Someone should Roleplay in here with me! *nod, nod*))

((Want to put Marie and Josh here?))

((But Marie can read minds! Maybe the Fantasy charries one? I need a better name for that. Because it isn't just Fantasy persay. This one just can't have any magic/supernatural stuff. I just wanted one with normal people. If anyone else likes that sort of thing.))

((True. Good point.))

Poema (Elizabeth) wrote: "Mandy wrote: "Courtney wrote: "((;) Although I don't just say, "They kissed" or whatever I like to go a little deeper than that. Is that aloud?))"

((Oh yeah. That's perfectly fine. It's just extre..."

((Mmmmhhmmm.))

Mandy wrote: "((Yeah. In the other group it got really really really extreme in one particular topic.))"

((I'm sorry.))

[Just] Kendall wrote: "Mandy wrote: "((Yeah. In the other group it got really really really extreme in one particular topic.))"

((I'm sorry.))"

((I know. Thanks. =) ))

((are we supposed to post our characters, or is this the roleplay itself? *confused*))

((This is the roleplay. That no one has posted on but me.))

((I see. Well, I shall post))

Esmeralda appeared on the RP, uncertain of location and setting. Nevertheless, she was here.

When Henri stepped into the school, she was shocked. Sure, the schools in Missouri weren't all that great anyways, but she expected much better from a private school that her parents were paying good money for.

It was Esmeralda's first day at Riley Academy too. She couldn't wait to be done with school, and, swinging her messenger bag over her shoulder, said to herself, "one more day, and then I'm so much closer to leaving."

Henri saw a girl standing near the doorway, looking like she didn't want to be there anymore than Henri did. "Hey," she waved.

((gtg from all RPs))

((bye!))

((last post))

"Hi," said Esmeralda, going over to her. "Is this your first day here?"

"Yeah," said Henri. "I just transferred from Jackson North."

"I've lost count of how many places I've been to and from," Esmeralda said, "but this is my first private school. The only reason I'm here is I won a music scholarship, is all."

"That's cool," Henri said, sort of interested, sort of not. "I'm here because I got in trouble one too many times."

Henri noticed a girl glance over at them and walk slowly towards them. She stopped and Henri shrugged. She didn't seem like the type of person Henri'd want to be friends with anyways. None of the kids here did.

Sawyer yawned and pushed her bangs out of her face before promptly shaking her head so they fell back across her lashes.

The first bell rang, and Henri still wasn't sure where her first class was. She stuck out her tongue and unfolded her crumpled schedule.

She went to class with a look of sheer boredom on her face.

Seeing as there were only 15 rooms in the whole school, Henri shouldn't have been able to use the excuse that she was lost as the reason she was late. But that was what she did.

Having gotten to class right after the blonde girl, Sawyer used the same excuse.

"Just don't let it happen again," the teacher said, smiling. Henri bit her lip to keep from rolling her eyes and took a seat in the back.

Sawyer didn't want to be there. She wished her mom wasn't so oblivious to her homelife. She wished her brother was dead instead of her twin sister. She wished a lot of things, but she sat in a corner desk even as she wished to leave this place.

Henri wondered what her friends from her old school were doing right now. Probably meeting tons of cute guys and having fun.

Ignoring the chattering of teenage girls, Sawyer rested her head in her hands and analyzed the room. She counted the number of tack holes in the bulletin board beside her, the scuffs on the floor beneath the desk, the scratches, signatures, and drawings etched on the desk.

"Do you have a pencil?" Henri asked the girl sitting next to her when the teacher asked the students to write down their contact information on a survey form she passed out.

She peered at the blonde girl through her bangs and then turned back to her desk, taking a pencil out of her pencil case and holding it out to the other girl without looking at her.

"Thanks," Henri said, blowing a tiny bubble with her gum.

"Yeah," she shrugged. Something about the fact that the girl was blonde and blowing bubbles in her gum made her mad.

Henri quickly scribbled down her spam e-mail and her old cell phone number. She didn't want her teachers to be contacting her.

Sawyer stared at the sheet in front of her with the tiniest quirk of a smile and then shook her head.

Matt dutifully wrote down his contact information and raised his hand to let the teacher know he was done.

She saw a boy raise his hand and spent some time wondering what he was like and if he knew that putting your hand up first was what pets did. Sawyer would know; she was one.

Mr. Keith grabbed the paper from him, barely glancing at it. "I guess I don't really need this one from you, Matthew, since I already have your e-mail and home phone number."

Sawyer smiled to herself, just a tiny, forlorn little smile that was destined to die within moments. She decided that maybe this fresh start at a new school could be her chance to be Sawyer Jayne, not just 'that girl whose twin died'.

Matt nodded and leaned back in his chair.