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My name is Jordan, but everyone usually just calls me Jo. I'm 24 years old, and I reside in NYC.
I'm a high school English teacher who does a little bit of writing on the side.
I've got a little over 13 years of RP experience under my belt.
My discord is Ejected#5448

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Andre Martin woke up in a dimly lit bedroom to the dreaded sound of his cell phone alarm. "God... five more minutes, please..." the young man muttered as he pressed snooze and began to drift back off to sleep. He was almost instantly jolted back awake, however, when his phone began to ring once more; this time, instead of it being his phone alarm, it was a Facetime from none other than his younger sister. He almost declined her call, but ultimately decided against it after remembering what happened the last time he tried to do that. "What do you want?" Andre asked, his voice muffled as his face was buried deep in his pillow.

"I don't think that's the proper way to greet someone who's calling to check up on yo ass," Chanel's voice pierced through the silence. "And it's a good thing I did... don't you have a whole ass reunion event to attend right now? It's almost eight o'clock. And don't even try to lie and say that you don't, cause I already see people posting pictures all over my timeline. Why the fuck are you still in bed, Dre? Get up! Now!"

"Okay, fine. I'm up," Dre said, rolling his eyes and reaching over to turn on the lights. "You start to sound more and more like mom every time I talk to you." As the siblings continued to banter, Andre decided to use that time to pick out what he was going to wear to the cocktail party. Of course, he had to listen to his sister's input; he wasn't surprised in the slightest when he found that he actually agreed with her suggestion. Soon, Andre was ready to go; his outfit was clean, his hair was freshly brushed, and head was in the zone. It was only after Chanel had said her last few words to him that the nerves finally began to creep in.

"Oh, and don't forget to say hi to Grace for me," She'd said before ending the call. "I really miss her."
After spending the majority of his teen years attending a school that spent tens of thousands of dollars on prom, Andre wasn't surprised in the slightest to see that the cocktail party setup for their reunion was just as fancy and expensive looking. Part of him wondered how Amanda even found the time to piece together something so extravagant. As he strolled out of the back doors and down the stairs with his hands tucked in his pockets, Andre donned his usual, wide grin. While letting his eyes scan the scene for his boys, he also stopped here and there to greet a few people he recognized from school. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. That is, until he took a few more steps and spotted an all too familiar face sitting at a table next to the pool.

Grace Pruett looked just as beautiful as she did back in high school. Hell, she looked even better. Andre didn't even realize he'd been staring until someone bumped into his shoulder, quickly knocking him out of his trance. "Yo, my bad man," he said instinctively to whoever it was who continued walking, before glancing back up at Grace. It was only a split second after his eyes had nearly found hers that he turned and begun to speed away in the opposite direction. He didn't stop walking until he found three of the guys he'd been searching for in the first place.

”Can I get you two something from the bar?” Andre had arrived just in time to hear none other than Astroman himself ask if Jace and Brent if they wanted something from the bar.

"Man, I'll take the strongest shit they got over there at this point," Andre said half-jokingly as he went around the table and greeted each of his friends. "Fellas. It's been too damn long."

He always got a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach whenever he touched down in the Sunshine State, much like the one he got over thirteen years ago when he was doing so for the very first time. Andre had made many wonderful memories during his time in Florida; It was there that he'd found love, made lifelong friends, earned his degree, and even started his basketball career. But there was just something about disembarking the plane and walking through the Palm Beach International Airport that always reminded him of when he was that scared thirteen year old boy who'd just lost his parents. It reminded him that aside from his sister, the only living family member he had was a man that he hardly knew... a man who'd only taken him in because he felt indebted to his older brother. Maybe that was why he was so excited about attending the reunion; Andre was ready to see his high school family once more because, at one point, it felt as though they were the only family he had.

After taking a Lyft to his former home and transferring his things to one of his cars, Andre began the three hour long journey to Key West. He'd arrived in just enough time to spot a few familiar faces, though he decided against trying to approach anyone just yet. He figured that, much like himself, everyone would be too tired to socialize. As Andre strolled towards the front desk, luggage in tow, all he could think about was taking a long, scorching hot shower and a much needed nap before the evening festivities. "Checking in. I'm here for the King's Academy reunion," he said, flashing his usual charming grin at the young woman that stood behind the counter. "The room should be under-"

"Andre Martin!" The young woman blurted before he could finish. Her face turned bright red afterwards, however, as she continued on to press a few buttons on her computer. "Sorry... my uh, dad is really into the whole basketball thing. I watch it with him sometimes when he's hogging the living room TV. I never really understand much but I guess I picked up on a few things."

After exchanging a few more words with the desk clerk, Andre was given the key to room 106 and pointed in the right direction. And as soon as the door closed behind him, he began to strip. He took a ten minute shower, the water slowly warming his body and soothing the ache that clawed at his limbs from hours of workouts and practice. The steam from the scorching hot water was thick and clouded the bathroom as Dre scrubbed, slowly starting to come back to life. It wasn't until after he'd lotioned up and thrown on a pair of shorts that he shot a few quick texts to Brent and Alex, letting them know that he'd arrived. He fell asleep before he could read his friends' responses.
I'll have my character up within the next couple of days!

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