Dumb and Wrong

Rosefell High.

After some more waiting, Cade got his elusive burger. He thanked Spike with a nod and moved on with his life since the little group had desolved anyway- Spike himself tapped out a few orders later. The good news for Cade though, the burger was as good as advertised. Like, seriously great. They had probably put drugs in the thing.

He felt pretty tempted to go join the fight with the Liberty assholes that was breaking out, but the risk of losing his food if chaos erupted seemed too much, and there was timely intervention anyway that prevented anything other than arguing from happening. And to be honest, other than getting substances in his system, the night had mostly served to humanize former Liberty students in his eyes- which admittedly was still a work in progress.

After getting through the XL burger it was time for the main event of the evening; getting completely blacked out and waking up like three days later. Blindly pushing through people making out or dancing or whatever he went to the well-established booze table to grab the most expensive looking bottle possible. Without even checking he chugged quite a bit. Whiskey, and pretty fucking good. Maybe also a bit too strong for how already drunk he had been but that was very much not something he was concerned about. He was more concerned with finding a place to crash or harrassing the DJ for their choices because his drunk mode was just him being extra insufferable more than anything else.

Rosefell High.

"Nah, I'm good.", Cade reassured Tyler. "Already on it."

He then turned his attention on the most urgent of matters, at Eleazar who seemed to be coming up clutch with his order. Although extra questions was the last thing Cade needed in his current state. He feigned some annoyance as he rejected both choices.

"Just, like... man...do what you feel like, y'know? But be generous I'm fucking starving."

Everyone acting like those burgers are the most delicious thing ever did NOT help either. He started smoking his cigarette a bit more hurriedly, perhaps the addy properly kicking in, as Tyler bounced and he recalled Christian's remark.

"I mean you can have some if you wanna bro but like, does it really matter? You've paid for all the gourmet shit in there, it would just pale in comparison. That's why I didn't touch basically anything, wouldn't be the same after."

Rosefell High.

Already fucked up, Cade couldn't help but consider the night a success. Honestly, the money definitely bought Christian a damn good party. And Cade was probably the biggest beneficiary as he had hoarded quite a bit of the liquor- but probably insignificant to the amount that had been bought. Upon reaching the cool zone of being full on drunk, and listening to a fucking acoustic guitar, the ultimate party killer, Cade decided to go outside for a bit, get some fresh air. Luckily he was still moving pretty fine, so he didn't just trample on the damn myriad of guests, although he did ruin the moment for a couple that was like two seconds away from hardcore making out.

The first thing you can notice in the backyard is the dope bouncing house. Then the pool. Then the little fucking lake. Then- holy fuck dude it can take a while to register the sheer amount of wealth sometimes. But, the most important part was the grill, which Spike was manning- that feels kinda iffy- and had quite the crowd assembled. Cade decided to light up a cigarette before approaching, as if it could slightly sober him up. Going up to the grill he realized Tyler was there and deciding to greet her quite eloquently.

"Sup? All good?"

He took a drag, blew the smoke at some rando's face accidentally and turned to Spike.

"Can I get uhhhhhhhhh a burger with basically everything you got?"

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Grant Robert Hooley

GRANT HOOLEY

_{(FC: Charlie Rowe, Dialogue Color: #00a651)}
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F O R T H E R E C O R D

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• N/A

| | A G E | |

18, November 2nd

| | G E N D E R | |

Male

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Heterosexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Senior

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A T F I R S T G L A N C E

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Hair: Brown, pretty short, always combed.

Eyes: brown

Facial hair: Something between a stubble and a beard. Depending on mood and occasion he is clean shaven pretty often.

Height: 6'2

Body type: skinny fit

Clothing type:
-Uniform: He prefers to wear the black jacket version of the school uniform, and is always in perfect condition even though he hates ties. Doing it correctly is a matter of principle.
-Casual: Grant tends to think he looks good in anything but he doesn't like to underdress. His closet has a lot of jackets, a lot of plaid and most of his t-shirts are designer, unless it's band merch.

Scars/Tatoos/Piercings: N/A

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

Socially, Grant is a bit of a chameleon. He can get along with most people on a surface level, and he is very laid back. However that also translates to him being a bit, ah, laisez-faire when it comes to relationships with the opposite sex, which is the only however small dent on his reputation. Generally he's seen as a popular person who is good at his studies without it distracting much from his social life. He's also in the soccer team, but he's not amazinng, not really gonna go pro, he's just tall, fast and works hard.

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O F F T H E R E C O R D

| | H I S T O R Y | |

Grant was born in LA to parents Jacob and Katherine. His parents are pretty well off, his mother being a dentist and his father working as an engineer in city planning. However, Grant made it to Marble Heights on merit, via a scholarship. Before getting in, he was an extremely hard worker, being drilled by his parents to take responsibility for his future and get as far in life as he can take himself. He saw getting the Marble Heights as a reward for his work and now has found a much better balance, which is a blessing for his mental health. Grant's relationship with his parents is great, they're supportive without getting too involved- they're busy and they trust him.

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

Grant just really has a need to be liked and respected. It's not that he is an egomaniac or whatever, but he just feels like it's non-negotiable. That means that, depending on someone's social pecking order, he might try too hard or too little to get on their good side, in terms of how worth it he feels it is. He also is a really, really big fan of beautiful women. To a degree that it's a problem. Probably caused due to being sheltered pre-Marble Heights, but who's to say? He considers himself to be dependable, but mostly he's bossy and just likes to be in charge of things. That being said on the rare occasion when he feels someone is better fit or has a better idea, he's easy to work with and not an asshole or insecure about it.

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Striker for the soccer team
• Wants to run for Student Council

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
-Biology
-Environmental Science
-Economics

| W O R S T |
-English
-Any Art class

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

-He wants to get a degree in Environmental Science and go post-grad. He has save-the-world-from-climate-change levels of ambition.
-A big fan of JID, J. Cole and all the Dreamville artists.
-He is a very active member of DSA San Francisco, which he thought would mean a lot of activism but it mostly means being terminally online on Twitter.
-He drives a 2019 Honda CR-V, which was a gift from his parents and a big commitment for him. He really loves that car.
-Mansplains a lot.

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Grant Robert Hooley

GRANT HOOLEY

_{(FC: Charlie Rowe, Dialogue Color: #00a651)}
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F O R T H E R E C O R D

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• N/A

| | A G E | |

18, November 2nd

| | G E N D E R | |

Male

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Heterosexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Senior

____________________________________________________________

A T F I R S T G L A N C E

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Hair: Brown, pretty short, always combed.

Eyes: brown

Facial hair: Something between a stubble and a beard. Depending on mood and occasion he is clean shaven pretty often.

Height: 6'2

Body type: skinny fit

Clothing type:
-Uniform: He prefers to wear the black jacket version of the school uniform, and is always in perfect condition even though he hates ties. Doing it correctly is a matter of principle.
-Casual: Grant tends to think he looks good in anything but he doesn't like to underdress. His closet has a lot of jackets, a lot of plaid and most of his t-shirts are designer, unless it's band merch.

Scars/Tatoos/Piercings: N/A

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

Socially, Grant is a bit of a chameleon. He can get along with most people on a surface level, and he is very laid back. However that also translates to him being a bit, ah, laisez-faire when it comes to relationships with the opposite sex, which is the only however small dent on his reputation. Generally he's seen as a popular person who is good at his studies without it distracting much from his social life. He's also in the soccer team, but he's not amazinng, not really gonna go pro, he's just tall, fast and works hard.

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O F F T H E R E C O R D

| | H I S T O R Y | |

Grant was born in LA to parents Jacob and Katherine. His parents are pretty well off, his mother being a dentist and his father working as an engineer in city planning. However, Grant made it to Marble Heights on merit, via a scholarship. Before getting in, he was an extremely hard worker, being drilled by his parents to take responsibility for his future and get as far in life as he can take himself. He saw getting the Marble Heights as a reward for his work and now has found a much better balance, which is a blessing for his mental health. Grant's relationship with his parents is great, they're supportive without getting too involved- they're busy and they trust him.

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

Grant just really has a need to be liked and respected. It's not that he is an egomaniac or whatever, but he just feels like it's non-negotiable. That means that, depending on someone's social pecking order, he might try too hard or too little to get on their good side, in terms of how worth it he feels it is. He also is a really, really big fan of beautiful women. To a degree that it's a problem. Probably caused due to being sheltered pre-Marble Heights, but who's to say? He considers himself to be dependable, but mostly he's bossy and just likes to be in charge of things. That being said on the rare occasion when he feels someone is better fit or has a better idea, he's easy to work with and not an asshole or insecure about it.

____________________________________________________________

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Striker for the soccer team
• Wants to run for Student Council

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
-Biology
-Environmental Science
-Economics

| W O R S T |
-English
-Any Art class

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

-He wants to get a degree in Environmental Science and go post-grad. He has save-the-world-from-climate-change levels of ambition.
-A big fan of JID, J. Cole and all the Dreamville artists.
-He is a very active member of DSA San Francisco, which he thought would mean a lot of activism but it mostly means being terminally online on Twitter.
-He drives a 2019 Honda CR-V, which was a gift from his parents and a big commitment for him. He really loves that car.
-Mansplains a lot.

Rosefell High.

So, the thing about big rave parties is, by design they're for everyone. And that means they're for no one. But you don't want to be the asshole that kills the vibe by refusing to have fun so, at least there's a shit ton of drugs. Like, a ridiculous amount. An amount that would make him make a mental note to leave early because cops were sure to arrive, but at least he's white so there's way less reason for concern. So Cade popped some adderall, washed it down with alcohol and tried to join in to whatever was happening. Which kind of proved impossible with just how many people had come. Turns out when a party is for everyone, everyone attends. Which was fine, excluding the predators from colleges.

Another thing offered in seemingly unlimited supply was the booze. Which was a problem because it made him feel bad bringing that shitty vodka and so he just started chugging it on his own since all the time there were people at the booze table and he couldn't replace it with something actually, you know, decent.

As the pill was kicking in, he decided he was kind of focusing a bit too much for his liking and grabbed a small metal case from his pocket where his blunts were and took one out. As he was in the process of lighting it, someone bumped into him. He didn't immediately see them but he did realize that he was called gross which, fair enough?

He grabbed the blunt mid-air and turned around to start talking shit but instead was met with an extremely attractive girl from Liberty. Like, make-her-fucking-face-cave-in hot. It usually wouldn't deter him from speaking his mind, but his clear focus let him know what the best option was at that point. He lit up his blunt, took a generous drag and grinned at her.

"Well, you're quite the opposite. Although you already know it, so.." he said and shrugged his shoulders and offered her a drag, recognizing that what he said is cheesy and doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things.

Cade knew that really, a rich girl with a big idea for herself is not usually the demographic he'd have success with, that's usually white girls full of daddy issues and catholic guilt, but hey, let's try something new for once.

Besides, right after all that, Rico came over and hit on her using a Hamilton reference so, it could be worse. Although generally speaking he was a charming motherfucker, and Cade couldn't say the same for himself, at least not close to the same level.

Rosefell High.

Tonight was probably going to be a mistake. Cade had an inherrent distrust of the Liberty alum, just because they were from there. He had declined to get the free extra credit to act as a tour guide, and you can interpret it for yourselves if it's out of principle or boredom. But, a party is where the whole wealthy asshole group thing might pay off. Good drinks,at least some good company probably, and he would be lying to himself if the girls from Liberty weren't as extremely hot as they were stuck-up.

Then again, Rosefell is a total shitshow. That's undeniable. Like, the whole place screams apathy. Going from whatever private school money laundering gifted kid program to Rosefell must be the biggest possible culture shock. But man, just the drama of it all, already on day one.

So yeah, anyway. The party was on. Besides, if there's one thing, and it can't possibly be more, that Rosefell can be proud of or at least pretend to be, it's the football team. A successful excuse to get shitfaced is the perfect compensation for attending. And Cade had even dressed up for it! Well, he had put on a thrifted leather jacket on good condition over this shirt with some ripped dark jeans and sneakers. Fancy shit. He was also carrying his backpack with him, with a bottle of vodka inside, because you show up at a random dude's house for a party, you might as well bring a housewarming gift. He had, um, collectivized it from a store but he had to be honest, he was 90% sure that label was NOT on Russian. Maybe polish? He hoped it was at least drinkable.

Having taken the bus to the closest convenient stop, which was too far away for his taste, Cade was walking to Christian's place with this sick tune blasting from his earbuds, and just pondering shit. Was he going to get pass-out shitfaced or piss-off-the-Liberty-chicks shitfaced? Did he bring enough pre-rolls to last? Who was the most likely to get their shit kicked in? Was the music going to be good or at least passable? Probably not but one can only hope he'd get numb enough to stop noticing. In all honesty, despite it being a party and him willingly choosing to be there, it did feel a bit like a representation of how shitty senior year was going to be. Like, he only had disaster on his mind for both, yet he's still partaking and only one of the two disaster would at least be entertaining.

"Yup, that's the right mindset you stupid piece of shit." he muttered to himself as he was finishing a cig. He was getting closer to the mansion- he could tell by how much the place was glowing. Honestly, the house was probably amazing before it was decorated to look like it was radiating synthwave from its very essence. But yet it kind of proved his point. Decent folks don't live that good. He started fumbling for the bottle in his backpack to have it ready, wrestling with the other stuff he had the habit of putting in there just to feel the weight on his back when carrying it as he was getting closer to the place.

Rosefell High.

Cade Ellering - Rosefell High - TW: Death, mental illness, bad writing

Name

Cade Ellering

Nicknames

-

Age

17, Birthday May 27th

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Antisocial Antifascist

Appearance Details

• Hair: Red/brown-ish, always extremely short to the point of almost shaven. Sports a very small but larger in volume than his hair red beard.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5'10''
• Body Type: Extremely skinny but not to the point of it being unhealthy
• Clothing Style:
  Extremely Casual. | He almost exclusively dresses in band merch or thrift store shirts with the same few pairs of jeans.Will rarely put on a button up if he really needs to dress up. In winter he sports mandatory beanies.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: His left ear is pierced.

Personality Traits

Honest - Opinionated - Stubborn - Careless - Immature - Radical - Loyal - Witty Asshole

Biography

Born in Traverse City, Michigan, to parents John and Anne, Cade lived his life there up until his father's death from Lymphoma in 2016, upon which his mother took him and moved closer to her own family in Ohio, having nothing to keep them anchored in Michigan. He struggled majorly at first adapting to the change, let alone the loss that had occured. As a result he pretty much loathes Columbus and can't wait to leave.

Truth is, attending Rosefell High came along with a rift to his relationship with his mother and a pretty big detachment from most people around him. Those struggles have brought a big dose of the gifted child burnout syndrome, skyrocketing depression and the use of drugs as a cope. He dropped all vague renditions of professional dreams when his grades dropped, and now only finds escape in drugs and music- he dabbles in some guitar and bass playing.

Family

Josh Case | Father | Deceased

Anne Ellering | Mother | 47 | Elementary School Teacher

Misc.

-Avid Pistons and Michigan State fan.
-His favorite band is Protomartyr.
-Doesn't drive out of a deep, ecosocialist hatred for cars.
-Left handed.
-Has a criminal record for vandalism.

Face Claim: Agnus Cloud | Color Code:662d91

Rosefell High.

Cade Ellering - Rosefell High - TW: Death, mental illness, bad writing

Name

Cade Ellering

Nicknames

-

Age

17, Birthday May 27th

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Antisocial Antifascist

Appearance Details

• Hair: Red/brown-ish, always extremely short to the point of almost shaven. Sports a very small but larger in volume than his hair red beard.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5'10''
• Body Type: Extremely skinny but not to the point of it being unhealthy
• Clothing Style:
  Extremely Casual. | He almost exclusively dresses in band merch or thrift store shirts with the same few pairs of jeans.Will rarely put on a button up if he really needs to dress up. In winter he sports mandatory beanies.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: His left ear is pierced.

Personality Traits

Honest - Opinionated - Stubborn - Careless - Immature - Radical - Loyal - Witty Asshole

Biography

Born in Traverse City, Michigan, to parents John and Anne, Cade lived his life there up until his father's death from Lymphoma in 2016, upon which his mother took him and moved closer to her own family in Ohio, having nothing to keep them anchored in Michigan. He struggled majorly at first adapting to the change, let alone the loss that had occured. As a result he pretty much loathes Columbus and can't wait to leave.

Truth is, attending Rosefell High came along with a rift to his relationship with his mother and a pretty big detachment from most people around him. Those struggles have brought a big dose of the gifted child burnout syndrome, skyrocketing depression and the use of drugs as a cope. He dropped all vague renditions of professional dreams when his grades dropped, and now only finds escape in drugs and music- he dabbles in some guitar and bass playing.

Family

Josh Case | Father | Deceased

Anne Ellering | Mother | 47 | Elementary School Teacher

Misc.

-Avid Pistons and Michigan State fan.
-His favorite band is Protomartyr.
-Doesn't drive out of a deep, ecosocialist hatred for cars.
-Left handed.
-Has a criminal record for vandalism.

Face Claim: Agnus Cloud | Color Code:662d91