MissCapnCrunch

High School Voleyball RP

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As a 4 year varsity volleyball player I am both shocked and totally interested.
I agree that something co-ed will bring more of a crowd; and can totally be fun c:

I'm in!

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Please excuse my language in the IC post- haha.
It's a little cruel but I wanted to set the tone for the scene.

Feel free to fill in details for the funeral if your character plans on attending.

I know some haven't got their first post in yet- so I won't be moving the story past the ending of the funeral until everyone gets their posting in. Then we will go from there as to what is to be happening that day for everyone as well as the "event" for the night time ;) As far as after that- we will probably lead into the 4th of July activities and go from there.

Hope everyone is having a great day and having some fun with the RP!!

@Irisity@MechonRaptor
@mskennedy615@Apoalo@SouffleGirl123
@Gowi@alexfangtalon@Spud@SheriffLlama

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July 1st, Saturday. 2017.

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"What do you mean the feed was cut? For fucks sake."

Chief Craig Hamming stepped down as several people apologized. He smoothed down his mustache, as his worn hands swept his lower half of his face. This had been one of his biggest cases yet, and so close to his retirement. Hamming had no doubt in his mind that this was an act of foul play. The chunk out of the girl's skin was too small to be that of any bayou living creature. The teeth marks were clearly human, but no one wanted to mention it. Why? "Did we get any DNA off that broad yet?" Hamming spoke over to one of his colleagues, as he reached into his car and lit a cigar. He huffed and puffed on it a bit as he spoke to him, shaking his head not hearing exactly what he wanted to hear. "Oh well, we'll find the bastard! Won't we boys? Soggy pussy ain't new around here." a cackle escaped from the men before it was dead silent.

"Excuse me."

The faint voice of Nicole Ramirez holding back tears as she looked up at Hamming, "O-our family would like to invite the force over to the restaurant before we proceed with my daughter's funeral today. To say our thank you for your work." She could barely finish her sentence before she broke out into tears. She walked back to her car as quickly as she could, her younger daughter quickly following suit. Mortified, Hamming cleared his throat, and nodded to everyone as they silently made their trek to the restaurant.

After a very awkward late breakfast, the family, the police force, many Dixie Inn residents, and even the Mayor attended the funeral of Olivia Ramirez. Despite every thing... the service was beautiful. Nicole was in awe of how many people came to the funeral, exchanging encouraging words and embraces. Times were hard but with the right support system, mountains could be conquered.

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With her lips painted red, a small smile formed as her younger brother gave his morning greeting. "Morning' baby brotherrrr." she called back, cheerfully. She hadn't any reason to really have smacked her brother the way she did this morning. Sometimes with siblings you just have the urge to smack them, and this was one of those mornings. It was out of love- if anything.

Digging into her food, an alert went off on her phone signaling a text message. Mr. Sinclaire glared at Bailey. "No phones while we're breakfast kiddo, you know the rules." Bailey nodded, "Sorry pa. I'll turn it off." She pretended to turn it off as she slid it into her lap, and peeked at the message.

Hey, you doing anything today?

Mags.

Bailey grinned, her eyes glancing up quickly to make sure both her parents were not looking so she could effectively reply to her friend. She made eye contact with Shawn briefly, sticking her tongue out. The coast was clear. Quickly she swiped her fingers across her phone to reply.

I ain't doing shiiiiit. Let's do something fun? (:

She sent it back, giving another look up to see her father's eyes looking into hers. "Bailey Renee.." he started before his own phone started to go off. Mrs. Sinclaire gave a chuckle, as the rules were slightly bent. "Excuse me, I have to take this..." he said as he got up from the table and went into their family room to answer the phone. Mrs. Sinclaire, turned to Bailey and Shawn giving a gentle smile as she begin to clear some of the empty plates and bringing them to the sink to be washed. "I hope every thing was good, and that you both have a fun day planned ahead of you. Please make safe and wise choices today. Your father and I didn't have plans to go to the funeral as we don't know the Ramirez family all that well, but we sent our condolences."

Bailey had forgotten about the funeral completely.

She hadn't known Olivia very well, her being a bit older than she was, but she had gone to the restaurant a few times with her friends and knew of the girl. Even if you hadn't known Olivia before the incident her name was plastered everywhere and in the conversation of every person you spoke to in town. It was kind of discouraging that someone that supposedly was so great, was only being talked about after she died rather than before. "Mags and I are going to go do something, I'm not sure what. Not sure if we're going to go to the funeral." she shrugged her shoulders. She didn't think too much about it admittedly.

Sending another text to Mags:

We gonna go to the funeral? Not how I want to spend my free weekend but... idk

She pressed send, before clearing her own plate. Knowing it would make her mom happy she began to do the dishes, soaping them up with scalding hot water and rinsing them. "Thanks hun" Mrs. Sinclaire said, giving her a daughter a kiss on the cheek before she left the kitchen and joined her husband in the den to see what his phone call was pertaining to. Looking at Shawn, Bailey raised her eyebrows, "Were your friends gonna go? I'm kind of scared. I ain't been to a funeral since grandpa died, and that was when you were like still shitting your boots." Bailey teased. Her memories flooded back, remembering her dad lifting her up to see her grandpa's face in the casket. She shook her head, instantly wanting a cigarette. She reminded herself she would need to grab her pack before she left to meet up with Mags.

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Taco Tuesday had me tequila'd out last night.
Working on post right now (: Mostly for Bailey but I'll have some general town bits here as well.

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@Spud

If we don't hear from the other user- Go ahead and make a last name up for your character :)
Or if you'd like to change your ideas around because of their absence; you are more than free to do so.

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Looking great everyone, I will be doing another post sometime hopefully today or tomorrow.
But you know how it can be sometime ^^;

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@SouffleGirl123

:) Up to you. You guys can morph the NPCS as much as you'd like.
Also don't worry about double/triple posts. Haha I do it all the time.

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Amazing first posts everyone!!

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Ivy Drogato

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Ivy listened carefully to Nadia speak. Woman to woman, Ivy admired Nadia, she was smart and always ten steps ahead of the game. She wished she had known the woman earlier as she would have made a great team partner. Then again, that is just exactly what they were now. She continued bobbing her head up and down as she listened to her speak, before asking her a direct question.

Her doe eyes widened "Habits?" Ivy pondered, thoughts pouring into her skull. "Ulric was eccentric but a simple man. He has breakfast at this diner with a cup of black coffee every Sunday after church." she tapped her slender finger on a spot on the map. "He visits our son's grave afterwards and places new flowers down." Ivy continued, not mentioning to where the graveyard or the site was. She wanted to keep that a sacred thing. No one was to be allowed there. She even regretted mentioning it in the first place. "As far as daily things, he usually just makes rounds at the businesses checking in. I stayed home most of the time, so I'm not quite sure." She pointed out another mark on the point, "The home we made." she tapped on this one a few times with her finger nail before pulling her hands into her lap.

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I will have a reply up a little later c:

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_{Good Morning Residents of Dixie Inn}

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July 1st, Saturday. 2017. 10AM

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As the local 10 o'clock morning news came on, most television sets were tuned into the older brunette male who had become their local celebrity for being a news anchor for more than ten years. "This is Kevin Garish and you're watching the Dixie Daily." his southern hospitality tone not very predominant for anyone that had lived down here for years, but strong and thick to anyone else from the rest of the country. The intro for the news station played, showing the few good views from town and some of the local favorite spots. The camera panned back to Kevin as he smiled. "Today is July 1st, we have a hot weekend ahead of us. Perfect for any Independence Day activities that are happening. Most people would be attending the big fireworks show by the police station that Tuesday. The older generations would complain that all the money earned from writing tickets all year were blown up in our face within fifteen minutes instead of used to repair roads. However, any research into it would reveal that all fireworks were donated from the more blessed residents of Dixie Inn. "This year we will be holding a public memorial for our local resident Olivia Ramirez who we lost to an accident down at Lafayette earlier this week." Many people shook their heads and grumbled under their breaths by his choice of words. They felt this wasn't just an "accident" but more foul play was at work.

Kevin Garish cleared his throat, "We have a clip from Chief Craig Hamming with more information here, if you would play the clip.." The very familiar mustached face of Chief Hamming came across the screen, the background of the bayou beautiful but dangerous. His mouth moved before the audio kicked in. "Wa- gem of the community. We won't let all of this be put aside. The Ramirez family will rest easy knowing that whatever happened to their daughter will be found out. We know tha-" the video clip started to skip and end transmission as they switched back to Kevin at the main station. "It looks like we lost the signal, speaking of losses- the Saints lost one of their star -"

Some homes would change the channel as they went into sports talk and local filler stories. This murder was the biggest thing in Dixie Inn since the hurricane several years ago. Nicky's restaurant had been closed all week as the family prepared funeral services and regathered their lives a bit. Families sent their prayers and small donations to help out as they could, but nothing really could fill the hole that was in their heart from losing their daughter. Despite the darkness that fell over the town, it was a typical hot and muggy morning in Louisiana. Everyone was out of school for summer break and most had the day off and was spending it doing something family related for the upcoming holiday.

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W H A C K

A smack came across the head of the younger Sinclaire sibling as Bailey put her hand strongly down on the forehead of her brother. A shit eating grin came across her face as she made contact. "Mama said get up. She even picked me to do the honors." the feisty young girl said before she quickly made her way out of his room so she didn't get the backlash of her brother once he came to. "He's awaaaaaaake!" she called to their kitchen as she made her way there herself. Bailey was adorned in typical summer attire; short shorts and a tank top. Her brown loose curls wild down her back but her bangs pushed back with a red headband. "Thank you sweetheart." Mrs. Sinclaire said from the stove top. The family always tried to have breakfast together on Saturdays before they all separated to go about their weekend errands and plans.

Bailey was extra excited for this weekend as it was one of the first she would not be grounded. Granted, they hadn't found out what she had done to wake up her brother and she hadn't thought about it before she had done it. With one of her legs pulled up to her chest, she looked down at her phone in her lap, she hadn't received any texts or calls yet from her friends to see what they were doing that day or what the plans were. Things were kind of iffy since Olivia had been killed. Parents didn't want their kids being out by the bayou or being out too late. Things that hadn't been even blinked twice at before. She flipped through her phone, sliding her thumb around the screen playfully before her father's strong hands fell on her shoulders. "No plans yet today?" he said as he moved around her and sat at the table. "Nope, nothing yet." she smiled putting her phone on the table top. The smell of bacon, eggs, and grits filled the Sinclaire home and made Bailey's stomach grumble. She hoped that someone had some plans for the day, or it would be a waste.

Mrs. Sinclaire placed the plates on the table and gave a small prayer before they started dishing themselves food.