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The Green Company.

You don’t know it by name? Have you never watched anything on TV? The Green Company probably owns it. Let me put it this way, they swept the Oscars and the Golden Globes, and the Grammys, and the Emmys four years in a row. How did the Green Company manage this?

By owning everything. They own several film distribution and production companies, countless television production companies, and more than fifteen television channels. They own a record label with its grimy fingers in almost every genre. In short? They’re the most powerful company on the planet.

Once known as the Green Corporation, from the 1920s to the year of 2020, the organization was founded at first as a way to produce silent films and animations that weren’t finding traction elsewhere. With the relentless promotion from founder George Green, and the successes of some classic films, they were catapulted to the forefront of media. They became a conglomerate and expanded happily. By the 80s, they opened a record label, which has churned out more hits and successes than any predecessor; Dominus Records. In the 90s, President and CEO of the company, William Green, purchased a few technology companies, further extending their reach and net worth.

By the time 2020 rolled around and the groomed and manicured Alyssa Green was in position to take over the company, it was worth upwards of 94 billion dollars. When she took her father’s place, Alyssa inherited his job, 42% of stock, and she began a rebranding.

The first step was to change the name. The Green Corporation? Are you kidding? It sounded like some kind of disgusting dystopian corporation hellbent on taking over the world. Alyssa had no plans on being anywhere near as obvious about it. So, they became the Green Company — that was family friendly. It sounded almost like a company that would do nothing but devote their time to clean energy. Perfect!

Through careful manipulation of the market, and through the use of a few of her more talented and charismatic friends, Alyssa Green increased her company’s worth and her own. The following is a short, but by no means all inclusive list of the more prominent companies under the banner:


























Please read these, since they're top of the ladder and should be common knowledge at school.

When applying to this roleplay, answer these three group of questions at the bottom of your character sheet,
inside the hider, to verify you read this:


1) What was the original mean girls called before the HOT girls came to be? 
Read the quote at the bottom, what does H.O.T. stand for?
2) What is the Candies' true purpose? And who leads this generation of Candies?
3) Last but not least, who led the original Elite? And how many boys started off in it?











Jocks, Preps, Overachievers
>> Not necessarily stars but are popular
>> Not the Elite or Candies (yet)



Musicians, Theater Kids, Floaters
>> Those that like the limelight and/or blend well, going unnoticed but being liked by everyone
>> Unless you're totally an ass and just fit the clique because of talent



Hipsters, Foreign Exchange Students, Band Geeks
>> The try-hards, the confused and easily swayed, the 'remember that time at band camp' dweebs



Burners, Skaters, Emos, Goths, Rebels
>> The weirdos, the freaks, the people that don't give a fuck, the outcasts



Artists, Nerds, Loners 
>> The quiet ones and the introverts


Please read all of this.
Character sheet can be found: HERE

The Admin team is extremely open to ideas. We want to see interesting, different, and fun plotlines. But, due to past experiences, we're going to be cautious and tell you right here, right now, what we expect, to make sure the environment stays healthy and welcoming.

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This may or may not trigger someone else, so to avoid possible disputes and someone getting upset, when you write a post that explores a controversial topic --

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Let your teen be a teen.


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Summary done by @Hey Im Jordan, optional reads done by @Lovely Complex

“You wanna hear the story? Alright, fine. I’ll try to keep it summarized, but keep in mind this was a busy week, alright? Busiest goddamn week of our lives. BHHS has lost its mind! First, we have a giant party at Damian’s beach house, where everything goes to shit. I’m like… ninety percent sure that Owen Lyon almost killed a guy, right? Marshall Radley, I think. Look, I can’t keep the straight… I just know that the dude was gay, and Marshall is the gayest guy at the school I know. So anyway, that happened, and then the party kept rolling, like it does… and anyway, party fucks the house up. So, it’s a Wednesday. Cool down period, y’know?

Note, a few characters in the first day of the roleplay dropped out.
Optional Reads:
  • Hailey and Co heading to the party to crash it, since Henry convinced Damian to not invite H.O.T. and their friends. In this post, everyone meets Selena Sterling's (Hailey's successor's) twin, who has returned, and will be transferring to BHHS. All characters in this post still involved.
  • One Vs. All — The Doorkeeper, Owen, Trixie's ex, is not happy to see Hailey and Co. When kids talk about this incident, that was caught on tape, they call it "The Owen Situation". His anger was brought to an all time high where he almost severely hurt his ex best friend, Marshall Radley. Brief mentions of 'Sol' and 'Kayleb', they are not in the roleplay anymore.

“Monday comes around, everyone is back in school. Same old situation, y’know? Actually, you don’t know! Because it ain’t the same old shit at all — the morning show happens, and for some reason… Owen is on the camera, and Riley’s got a new side piece because Brynn ‘no pain no gain’ Paine is standing there with him, and they talk or whatever, but then the big thing happens! Damian and Henry Green’s moms are on screen, and Damian’s mom loses her mind, and it’s… wild, dude. I guess because of what happened at the party, Damian and Henry were offered up as tribute to the angry gods of discipline… No idea what happened, really, but OBVIOUSLY, they got owned.

Hilarious."


  • The Aftermath of the Party — Henry and Damian get punished by the principal when school is back into session. Later on, you find out the principal was made aware of the events of the New Years Party by Hailey, Queen Bee.
  • Weekend Warrior Post — Think Gossip Girl. Her first entry, the one about the party. Because of this, Hailey wants a meeting with this mysterious 'Weekend Warrior'.
  • The Monday Morning Show — Damian's mother is EXTRA.
  • Coronation Day — With Hailey's new love interest, she decides it is time to step down and give Selena reigns.

“So that’s the New Year’s Party — can’t wait to see how Dames tries to top it next year… — and the morning after. You thought that it was it? Nope. Then Tuesday comes, and all of a sudden Brian, Becca, and Bailey Helmsley… the Helmsley three, if you will, show back up. And they immediately throw a giant party, only it’s out on a boat. Slightly less wild? But still… pretty wild. I don’t know they get away with this shit, but whatever. The kicker comes at the end, when Riley loses his mind on an Instagram live video and bitches about how everyone is fake and dumb and liars and all this other shit, I dunno. For some reason he basically singled out Hailey Green… Better men than you have tried, Riley. Better men have tried and failed."


“Wednesday is… well, pretty standard as far as Wednesdays go, haha. It’s around this point that people started to realize, more or less, that apparently Hailey Green and Hana Park are an actual… thing, now. That’s crazy, like beyond crazy, because… who would have guessed? The Queen and the not-so-secret drug dealer. At least this takes the focus off of the rest of us… That’s the big thing for Wednesday I guess.


“Thursday, Jamie “Jamie Never Lies” Callaghan puts out an article that blasts Ophelia and Hailey and makes Owen kinda look like a bitch… But, that’s not important. What is important is the end result: now Hailey and her crew are no more… which is great? I guess. Ever heard of a power vacuum? This is gonna blow.”

The roleplay currently? It's Friday! Date Night!

@HushedWhispers still here boo
This will always be my prized rp. One day, I'll bring this back. No reboot though. More of a sequel than anything. I just need the time and energy.

This roleplay had so much potential and I'm proud that we brought it this far.

Just thought I'd write in here, as I reminisce.
@HushedWhispers i think give characters some time to interact some more. And perhaps a timeskip to the morning is too much of a timeskip? Like maybe a simple timeskip to the night, after some more interactions, would be more satisfying?

Depends on everyone though.

Night shenanigans are always fun. Girl time at Layla's, potentially comforting Amelia, if she reveals to anyone about her fall out with her boyfriend/ex

And bro time at the bro pad.

Just ideas though



Location; The streets. WHY.
Interacting With; Second half, text to Fabian @HushedWhispers & Jay @Helo; and his sister

I should've had her walk...

Sitting in New York traffic. One of the most congested cities in goddamn 'Merica. A procession of headlights, snacking down 8th Avenue and heading towards Time Square, caused Jax Duke, known as JD by nearly everyone who knew his face, to groan in annoyance. The city dewellers of the Big Apple were bathed in putrid fumes, the blaring, morning sun rays, and the inconvenience that the holidays brought to the outside world.

Just kill me now.

If his sister didn't pack as much as she did, she could've taken the public transit. All anyone needs in order to stay at family's for a week is a backpack and a mission to wash your clothes whenever you can. But no, whenever she visited grams in Connecticut, taking the Metro to and from, she would leave with at least two suitcases and come back with double the amount of bags because Grams loved to shower her with gifts. Spoil the baby! Grandma's favorite.

That being said, he wasn't entirely opposed with his sister getting gifts up the wazoo. Gifts meant food and food meant JD was going to eat good. Maybe, just maybe, this year they would have Grams' banana bread pudding or her contest-winning rhubarb meringue pie.

Yes. This was his motivation. The sole reason he had the will to pick up little miss Honey. For food. Grandma's food. Just the thought of it made him lick his bottom lip, gliding over his lip ring in anticipation.

Unfortunately, that didn't change that he was driving to Penn Station, on an empty stomach, and on THANKSGIVING. Driving in NYC was absolute hell and the real reason traffic was a nightmare here was because city officials purposely designed the streets so congestion was unavoidable and people would have no choice but to travel by bicycle or by foot.

And here JD chose to ride his motorcycle whenever he could, because his bike was his baby. People better know he will ride it even if he lived in a busy ass city. In other cases, like now, when he had to play taxi driver for his sister or friends, yeah, yeah he'll drive the car. He isn't going to tell the people he cares about to call an Uber or whatever. He takes pride in his driving skills and he isn't going to let his fam waste their money when his sister has a workable car she never uses.

That reminds him-- WHERE IS SHE!?







Honey honey, let me feel it, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, don't conceal it, ah-hah, honey honey


Reunited with her brother, Honey Duke was dancing in the driver seat of her car singing to Honey, from the Mamma Mia! Soundtrack. She might like it especially because it had her name in it. Why did her parents give her and her brother relatively odd names? They were probably high. She could believe it! Or maybe it was because of the fact that her mom really liked honey. The youthful blonde never really inquired about it.

Brother said she had to drive, the more she was on the road, the less scared she'd be. Confidence was key. So, she demanded control over the music. The grimace on his face reflected the regret in his decision of being a good brother, trying to get his sister behind the wheel more (TO USE HER CAR MORE).

Going at the speed of a snail, she focused on the song and what was in front of her while her brother ate her veggie chips and typed something quickly on his phone. He went to the group chat with his buds.

To: Jay, Fabian

text: Incoming. I come with cornbread, corn pudding, and Honey.

text: Should I let ppl know I invited her?

text: BTW: she's sleeping over.
JD


Classic JD. Last minute, as per usual. Not the best at preparing anyone! Not many people have actually met his sister face to face, they've simply heard her by name. There was a reason for that. There was always a reason for that. One being, at the time, he was still building close relations with his friends so he had yet confirmed if he trusted them enough to meet her. She was... naive, to say the least. In a sense, JD was the stereotypical, over protective, older sibling, but at the same time, he wanted her to pave her own path and make her own friends.

The two that she found were... questionable. He wasn't sure if he approved of them or not. They were the reason she felt the need to get a job at Delirium... where he worked. Her first day had yet to start but he hopes to god she'll learn quick that working at a nightclub as a cocktail waitress, or at a club in general, is NOT her scene.

Now here they were, in her car, heading back to his place so that she can hopefully make friends with his. People to help her get out of her shell, but not force her to change who she was. His bros don't seem to have a problem with her, or they haven't told him that they had a problem with her, so that was a start.

Now to introduce her to the rest of the crew.

"BREAK, BREAK!" The car jolted to a halt as these rude pedestrians ran across the street, not at a cross walk.

"DON'T YELL AT ME!" Honey squealed in anxiety, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Sorry... but, you gotta' pay attention. There's stupid people everywhere." He paused for a second, taking in her expression - she was about to cry. "Breathe, Honey." Jax sighed and rested his left hand on her shoulder to calm her down. "You're doing pretty damn good! Aside from the unpredictable assholes, but you should be proud! Look." He pointed to a landmark she would remember that was near his place. The Outerworld Arcade and Bar.

Was he helping? He had no idea.

The road wasn't all that was on Honey's mind. However, she wasn't going to take her eyes off it. Pouting her lips, staying in complete silence but with obvious concern written all over her face, she looked at the arcade and nodded to her brother's comment.

"What?" JD brought his attention back to the chips and continued to chomp on 'em. Soon they'd be at his place, which meant a THANKSGIVING FEAST WAS NEAR. Priorities.

"Mm, it's nothing."

"It's something."

"It really isn't..."

"Say it."

"Okay, okay. I'm really nervous. What if none of your friends like me? What if they exile me the moment I enter the building!? What if I embarrass myself and become the laughingstock of the party?! What if--" There goes her motormouth.

"Stop."

"But--" No.

"Like I said at the station, I'll say it again: My friends aren't like that. They'll love you. Trust me." Man, veggie chips weren't his jam but at least it was something so he wasn't a grouch when he got back to the pad. "Left here. We're almost there."
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