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Heathers but La La Land ? (placeholder title)(w/ Seren)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Heathers but La La Land ? (placeholder title)(w/ Seren)Dear Diary.
Senior year! Whoo! Aren't we all so excited? I know I'm not. another year at Midwestern makes me want to kill myself. Anyways. Let's talk a little. Before teh story starts, I think you need to know who the people are. The important people, at least. Let's review.
CHARACTER PROFILES
Name:
First name "nickname" Last name
Personality/Description:
"snarky, short statement about self/others if describing others
Relation to character:
"who is this guy to the character?"
Other:
"other."
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Name:
Hi, I'm [Jackson Nichols]
Personality/Description:
"I'm not too tall, not too short, but not average either. I have short, darker-than-brown hair, and bright green eyes. I mean, I'd say I' a smart guy, I know how to hold a conversation and uphold my beliefs, y'know? Either way, I'm not a dumb guy. I'm super big into music and theater. I'm doing theater right now."
Relation to seren's character:
"I'm not a huge fan of [insert seren's character name here]. They're smart, but... we just don't mesh."
Other:
"N/a"
Hi, I'm [Jackson Nichols]
Personality/Description:
"I'm not too tall, not too short, but not average either. I have short, darker-than-brown hair, and bright green eyes. I mean, I'd say I' a smart guy, I know how to hold a conversation and uphold my beliefs, y'know? Either way, I'm not a dumb guy. I'm super big into music and theater. I'm doing theater right now."
Relation to seren's character:
"I'm not a huge fan of [insert seren's character name here]. They're smart, but... we just don't mesh."
Other:
"N/a"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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CHARACTER PROFILES
Name:
I'm Persephone "Percy" O'Couna. It's nice to meet you... unless it isn't?
Personality/Description:
"Who am I? I'm the best goddamn student at this school and anybody who sees me in the hall knows it. I'm tall, with black hair that used to be red when I was a kid, but thank god I dyed it, because red? Just a total ick. I wear dark clothes and purple lipstick, but don't mistake me for one of those goth freaks. I dress the way I want, because Persephone O'Couna is her own style. And people who try to steal it- well, you better watch your back. I own this school, and you should do some backpedaling if you don't want some 'information' leaked."
Relation to character:
"Jackson Nichols? What's that? Some sort of new disease? Some wart an old lady found on the bottom of her foot? Oh, a student? Sounds like a nobody. Why would I care about a 'Jackson'? Parents must've hated it. Total ick of a name."
Other:
"N/A
Name:
I'm Persephone "Percy" O'Couna. It's nice to meet you... unless it isn't?
Personality/Description:
"Who am I? I'm the best goddamn student at this school and anybody who sees me in the hall knows it. I'm tall, with black hair that used to be red when I was a kid, but thank god I dyed it, because red? Just a total ick. I wear dark clothes and purple lipstick, but don't mistake me for one of those goth freaks. I dress the way I want, because Persephone O'Couna is her own style. And people who try to steal it- well, you better watch your back. I own this school, and you should do some backpedaling if you don't want some 'information' leaked."
Relation to character:
"Jackson Nichols? What's that? Some sort of new disease? Some wart an old lady found on the bottom of her foot? Oh, a student? Sounds like a nobody. Why would I care about a 'Jackson'? Parents must've hated it. Total ick of a name."
Other:
"N/A
"Fuck."
he shook the door handle one more time, sighing.
Jackson Nichols stood before the front doors of Midwestern high, internally screaming at himself for helping clen up the drama room so late.
The doors were tall and heavy, and when they were locked, they were locked. No way to get out. The classrooms were all locked, and all the windows in the school were locked too. The only room open was the drama room.
"Shit."
he cursed under his breath, shaking the door a bit more.
"Goddamnit. What kind of fucking janitor locks a student in?"
He groaned, setting his backpack down, running a hand through his messy hair.
"Shit. Now I'm stuck with her."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
A head poked around the corner. "What's that about janitors? Did they finally see the light and offer you the position you were meant to be in?"
Persephone O'Couna strode into the room, flipping her ebony black hair over her shoulder, pale blue eyes already focused on Jackson. A sneer was just starting to creep up her lips, another rude comment on her mind, when she spotted the locked door, with his backpack in front of it.
"Are you seriously trying to trap me in here?" she asked with a scoff. "That backpack of yours is gonna do jack, little boy. Step aside before I call the cops. I got practice with my friends right about now. A foreign concept to you, I'm sure, but some of us have lives."
"Oh, shut up, Percy. The door's locked."
He sighed. He hated this damned woman. They'd both been on the debate team freshman year, which lead to some real nasty arguments. Then, speech team. And after that was the film fest debacle. Now, Drama.
That pissed him off, first of all. Theater was his thing. he'd been doing it for years. And then she decides to barge in and take female lead. Which was horrible for him, because he was male lead. In a romance.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Raising her eyebrows, Persephone decided to test that theory. It wasn't that she didn't trust him... but well, he wasn't exactly competent. She gave the knob a twist, and yep, it was locked.
"Oh great." She sighed. "What did you do?"
"Oh great," she said ungracefully. "Stuck with the theatre-for-brains. Could my day get any worse?"
She shot him a glare them stormed off down the hall, not willing to be near him too long, lest she catch whatever he was carrying. From now on, she'd NEVER stay after class, no matter how much anyone begged her. Except maybe Narcisse Michon. That kid was cute. Now HE was someone she wouldn't mind being stuck in a room with for a few hours.
"Nobody asked you to stay after theater, little miss perfect."
he rolled his eyes.
"It's bad enough you joined theater, but I have to deal with you for a good few hours outside of it too. it's like you're fucking stalking me. Every time I do something, you're there."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
She shot him an irritated glare. "I'll have you know that someone did. I don't willingly stay for hours after class to scrub spit-stains off the windows, though I'm sure that's a wonderful hobby that you very much enjoy. I've got a life."
Persephone tested the window, frowning when it didn't give way.
"Oh shut up. Like I'd waste time on a no-name like you, Joshua."
"No-name? if I'm such a no-name, why did you always get so angry in debate? or always argued with me in the whole film fest thing?"
he sighed.
"Whatever>"
he reached down, into his bag.
He pulled out a box of energy bars. He tore it open. He handed her one.
"...Here."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"Angry? You're delusional," she scoffed, making no move to take any of the energy bars. "Clearly you know nothing about me if you think I'll take food from you."
Shooting him a glare, Persephone gave the window a last tug before huffing and throwing herself down on a chair. "Great. Trapped after school with what's-his-face George the theatre nerd. It sounds like a caption to a crappy anime."
"..You're insufferable."
Jackson sighed, as he sat down next to her.He made sure he wasn't too close, but not too far. The perfect medium.
He pulled a sweater out of his bag. It was starting to get a bit chilly. He silently offered it to her. he had his own hoodie. His mom did always say to be prepared.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Persephone scowled at him, making no move to take the sweater. "I'd rather freeze." Crossing her arms, she prayed that wouldn't come to pass. She'd really rather die than take anything from this dude. Who knew what he'd use with that information.
The school couldn't get that cold at night... surely they'd do some regular maintenance, they had to do something to the upkeep with all that funding from the fifty bakesales they did a year...
Then she remembered the football team, and the unfortunate obsession the board of education had with obnoxious sweaty boys tackling each other in a grass pit.
With a grimace, she snatched the sweater from him and yanked it on.
He watched her carefully, as she pulled the sweater on.
It really was a shame she was such a bitch. If her personality were a bit better, maybe they'd have been able to be friends, in some alternate world.
He sighed, as he tugged on his hoodie, head againt the wall. He slowly closed his eyes. He was tired.
"...Can't believe I'm stuck with you."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"The sentiment goes both ways, Judah," she snapped back at him. "As soon as I found out who locked us in here..."
Her eyes narrowed.
"He's dead."
Jackson didn't say anything for a while after that, his breathing slowing, as he closed his eyes. he was exhausted.
There was just... Something about her that pissed him off. it was actually infuriating. He just... Wanted to have a good time, and at every turn, she was there to mock him. And it sucked, because he was fairly sure she was the only one who got him.
That prick.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Persephone hated this stupid guy, his stupid itchy sweater, and his stupid weird-ass smirk every time he thought he'd pulled something over on her. Even his ugly face (UGLY, you got that? He was UGLY) just made her want to scream, and before she knew it, some snarky comment was falling off her lips.
The guy reminded her of Vivienne in the worst ways. From the very first moment she saw him in the cafeteria, she knew what he was.
A liar.
Maybe even he didn't know it. Just like her, he'd pretend to himself that he was a good person. And everyone would fall for it, and they'd hate Persephone and whisper about how much of a bully she was, and oh, poor little Jacob, or whatever his name was. Stupid phony people, loving their stupid phony hero and his hideous taste in clothing, and hating Persephone for catching onto their bull. Liars all around, that's what this school was. Whole party of 'em. Just full of it. And the whole lying shebang just made her sick.
But it didn't change anything.
No, nothing at all.
No matter how much they lied, how much they twisted the story, no matter how they elevated this guy in the end, she'd rule this place 'till graduation. If they wanted her, then they could have her for all she, Persephone O'Couna, was. She'd be their Regina George if that was the game they wanted to play.
She'd be their bad guy.
And this guy had no idea the storm she'd bring down on his head. He might think he was some big shot, getting to stand at her side in this infantile school play, but she'd show him. She wasn't a sweet spring shower, she was a hurricane. And he would learn just what happened to people who understimated her.
Thunder crackled outside. Persephone gasped, suddenly jolted out of her thoughts. "What the..." she muttered, peering at the window. It was totally blacked out- she couldn't even see a flash.
There were maybe two things he was tryingto break down in his mind.
#1. He actually didn't hate Persephone. Did he get annoyed by her? Absolutely. Was she a bitch? No doubt. But was she someone to hate? No. So through this whole experience, he might as well try to be nice.
#2. He understood she was going through problems of her own. He had no place to really judge her.
But.
He could feel the negative vibes just radiating off of Persephone, as he opened his eyes, just in time for th elightning to startle him.
"F-"
He cut himself off, noticing the windows.
"...Persephone, you good?"
His gaze fell on her, and maybe it was just the stress of the night getting to him, but for a moment, he felt worried for her.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"Just fine," she snapped at him, crossing her arms uncomfortably. He was such a weirdo. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Obviously she didn't want to talk to him.
Honestly, she'd sooner sleep than make conversation with him... even though she knew letting down her guard with him might result in an unsolved murder case. No doubt all his idiot friends would cover for him... and her lovely social group would turn on her the second she was in the earth, using every bit of her memory to scratch and bite their way to the top.
"Why are you talking to me anyway?" Persephone didn't even realise she was saying anything before she blurted it out. "You hate me. I hate you. What's there to pretend about anyway? Everybody knows."
She slammed her mouth shut, already regretting that she'd even tried. Ugh, with her luck, he probably had it on recording...