Hedgehawk

Rosefell High.

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Jordan was engrossed with his phone. Staring down at the device as he was currently in the process of flicking through his digital notepad looking at all the gossip that he had collected over the week. His little network of snitches and informants had gathered some nice little bits of info… Enough to start writing about at least.

Earlier in the week he had discovered that he had been out in charge of a gossip column of the school paper. An attempt by Henderson to try and keep the school paper relevant. The opportunity was far too good to pass up. Being allowed to gossip to his hearts content, and not get in trouble. Of course his identity had been kept hidden. Didn't want to have to bear the consequences of his actions. That's just bad journalism.

He was pulled from his daydreaming fantasy of total control of the school by the voice of Alex. Jordan wasn't stupid. He noticed the snicker. Who did Alex think he was? Snickering at Jordan. His photos wouldn't be half as good without Jordan gracing them. Still. He had to at least entertain the idea of responding back.

"Oh you know it is the norm. Just looking around, cross referencing information. Fun stuff."

Jordan was just about to speak once more and try and probe Alex with a few questions regarding his mood. Perhaps he was snickering from a bad mood rather than just being with Jordan. However he was brutally and savagely interrupted by the Brutus Maximilllous Arseholius Ricky. Jordan furrowed his brow in both annoyance and frustration. He wasn't even acknowledged. Not even a mention, stare or nod. Jordan knew the male disliked him, going as far as to public threaten him on twitter, which constituted as evidence by the way?

Fine. If that was the way Pricky Ricky was going to play then, Jordan could do the same to. Getting up from the stump he began to walk away before making a snide comment "Talk to him while still can. He will be going to prison soon enough." Before anyone could even shoot back a proper rebuttal, Jordan had left the scene. His eyes now began to wander. As they wandered he noticed the new guy Hendrik hitting by the bonfire and having a drink.

Perfect. Jordan thought. Hendrik was new and that meant he could make friends before anyone else got near him. He would finally have his senior spy. Someone to keep an eye on Melissa and the Bitches. Walking up towards the male confidently, Jordan sat down next to the bonfire, right next to Hendrik.

"Hey you are the new guy right? Transferred from some place?"

Hendrik was just chilling at the bonfire, sort of trying to mingle with the other students who had recently arrived at the bonfire. Even if he was the odd one out, it would not hold him from speaking up if he felt like it. After a few minutes had passed, Hendrik seemed to notice a slightly younger male approach him. This felt sort of odd, why would someone approach him like that.

“I most certainly am, and most certainly did transfer in from some place. I used to live a few states south of here. In a small town. However please call me Hendrik, new guy gets old after a week. Good to meet you.”

Hendrik would sort of hold out his hand so Jordan could shake it and Jordan very quickly accepted it. A handshake at a lakeside party though… Very formal.

"Well I am Jordan. Tell me a little about yourself? What sort of things do you like and what kind of life do you want here at Rosefell?" Every word Jordan spoke was just purely pandering. For all intents and purposes he looked engaged and as if he was listening, but in reality he was just talking to get Hendrik on side.

Hendrik was slightly smiling, it was slim and sort of hard to see, but it was there. He let out a slight chuckle at the speed with which Jordan shook his hand.

”I like sport, or physical activity in any kind and money. I honestly hope to find someone with at least a little athletic capability, who can challenge me in any kind of sports. Furthermore I just want to graduate and move on with my life. What about you? You strike me as a less.. Physically active person”

"Physically active?" Jordan scoffed in amusement. So another jock. The school didn't need another one of those. Henderson was already bending over to accommodate the current set. He didn't need another leech feeding off drama funds. "If that is the kinda thing you are looking for… Rosefell may disappoint you. But no. I am a drama person myself. But if a hobbyist writer too given my parents. My speciality around here is information. I know everything about everyone. Even the things they don't want me to know. Just bear that in mind" The final mark was both a boast and a threat rolled into one. A kind of; I am the best kind of friend to have, worst kind of enemy to have vibe.

Hendrik just gave a slight nod.
”Mmmh. I understand, so just out of curiosity. Is this the first bit of information gathering on me then? And have you had people actually interested in the new guy. Cause lets be honest, you’re probably the only one knowing my name” Hendrik had this kind of pokerface, with a faint glimmer in the eyes. Perhaps from the bonfire nearby.

"Bit to early to try gathering information yet." Jordan replied, brushing his hand through his hair. "Besides, everyone always wants to know about the new guy. I thought I would you know, come and say hello before you know, people started talking about me. You know what jealous girls can be like."

”Pft.. Jealous girls keeping you away from me? I’ll take that as a compliment myself. And so far you seem like a good guy. People talking about others doesn’t really bother me, I’ll make up my own mind without really caring what others say. Courtesy of wanting to go on yourself early.”

"You say that, but you have no idea what Rosefell can be like. Reputation matters here, and knowledge is power. Speaking of which, if you ever come across any information that might be viewed as 'juicy' or 'gossip' do let me know. Working for me can have its perks you know." Jordan chimed with a bright, perfectly orchestrated smile. If you didn't know he was an actor, you could have been fooled into thinking he was an innocent schoolboy.

”To get something from me means you’ll have to offer something yourself. I’m busy enough with my own work as it is, so don’t expect anything for free. “

Jordan visibly scoffed at his words. Well, this was new. Someone asking for payment. In all his years that he had done work like this, he hadn't even been asked. Working for Jordan was supposed to be its own reward.

Rosefell High.

The rest of school life had gone pretty much the way Jordan had planned it. He had been made head of the drama club; Which at this point was practically guaranteed anyway. Wasn't like someone else in the senior year was going to stand against him. This was supposed to be his coronation however, the dawn of a bright new era for King Ross. Sadly the coronation had gone bust because Stewart Henderson had sold the crown to buy helmets for the knights of the realm. What kind of person sells a Kings crown?

As if things couldn't actually get worse, his hopes at finding out first week gossip was turning out to be fruitless. He had noticed a few new seniors, and was trying his damn hardest to talk to them and get them onboard. Everytime he tried however someone would bjtt in and pull them away. He was only trying to make new friends. The only silver lining was this lake party. Perhaps it was going to be the tipping point. Teens and alcohol was an interesting combination for sure and people always slipped up. All he had to do was remain vigilant and perhaps the gossip column of the newspaper would have something juicy to publish over the weekend.

He had decided, for better or for worse, to walk to the party. It was a trek from his house, but with enough music and the odd twitter break, time just melted away. His mother and father were either out themselves or busy with their work so Jordan was left to be responsible himself. While Jordan needed to act like a socialite in order to gather people's trust, not to mention to practice his wide range of acting skills; he was legitimately scared about this party. The only other party he had been to was last year, and that was a night he most certainly wasn't going to forget… And not in a good way. The idea of spending more time around alcohol and being socially pressured into drinking filled the usually confidant male with dread. It was one of those 'oh shit, here we go again' moments where Jordan was being really conscious over what he was doing, or more specifically, Drinking.

Ontop of that he was slightly concerned about turning up at all. Officially he had never been asked to go to the party. All week he watched as various seniors talked to each other, inviting and planning together. Not once did someone even bring it up with him. Now the invite was for everyone. It was just the way the invite got spread. But Jordan couldn't help but feel slightly unwelcome. Still, everyone would be too drunk after 10 minutes to even notice Jordan at all.

Walking up to the lakeside, it seemed that the bonfire had already been lit and the music had been set up. Not many people though. Walking upto the bonfire, Jordan smiled and waved to people who looked at him, not bothering to say anything. Eventually though he found his way back to the entrance of the party where he sat on an old tree stump looking at his phone, discreetly people watching as he did. He wanted to see who turned up and the kind of mood they were in.

Rosefell High.

It didn't take long for everyone else to eventually arrive. No one seemed to looked pleased at all. Jordan didn't mind the assembly usually, it was a good time to scan his eyes around the room and take in everyone's faces. The juniors were of particular interest. He had lost last year's seniors which had quite a few good informants in it and he needed blabber mouths who could give him the low down on everything. Just by looking around he could see a few people who were suitable candidates, but he could also see most of his yearmates. Those were the more trickier ones. Several of them knew the games he played, and knew to stay far away. Others however, they were far easier to manipulate.

To start with Jordan phased out of the assembly, not really paying attention to what was being said. It was the normal nonsense. However it was at that point when Henderson bought up the reduction in arts funding.

It was like he had been slapped with a stale fish.

Suddenly Jordan was offended. Fully offended. How dare this old man try and attack everything that he held dear? Jordan decided to go on the attack himself, pulling his phone out he opened his weapon of war: Twitter.

My Tweets

After posting the tweets he felt somewhat better. The rage inside him had been quenched and he was now sedated for the time being. Though he was sure he would end up getting angry about it later. The assembly would finally come to a close and people began to leave. Jordan waited for a second, glaring daggers towards the stage as the room emptied. Once it was quiet Jordan would rise himself and leave, heading to his first class; which ironically turned out to be drama.

Rosefell High.

Jordan continued to look at his phone as he looked through all the social media channels, catching up on the comings and goings of all of the people in the school. Like it or not for Jordan, social media was the way he interacted with the world. Summer break was actually his worst nightmare. Unlike other popular people in the school, Jordan didn't exactly have a group of friends that he interacted with outside of school. In fact, thinking about it further, Jordan was struggling to think of anyone he would call a friend rather than a confidant or a potential target. That one thought lingered in the consciousness of his mind a little too much, drawing a sigh from his lips.

The Columbus Ametuer Dramatic Club only met once per week, even during summer break and the school didn't bother trying to host a drama summer school, cause why the hell would they?, most of Jordan's days were spent on his own. Both his parents were still hard at work; father at meetings, mother in the study typing away with a massive 'Do Not Disturb' Sign plastered on the door. So while he wouldn't show it to the outside world, he was glad to be back. For him this was his safe space. He knew the score here. He had managed to control some of his environment here. It made him happy.

However, right now… Jordan was being watched. After being in the limelight as much as Jordan was, he had picked up on ques to tell if he was being watched. More specifically in this case, someone was looking at him through a lens. The corner of his left eye had that dull spot of light that suggested light was bouncing off something it shouldn't be. Turning on his camera he twisted it to the side and observed casually through the screen. His suspicion was confirmed: Alex was pointing his camera at him, trying not to be seen. Putting his phone down, Jordan did a couple of simple poses for a few seconds: Head down, thoughtful contemplation, smiling. The usual you would see in a cheesy magazine. Afterwards he checked his phone one last time, time was advancing it would seem.

Getting up, he slung his bag back over his shoulder and slid his phone back into his pocket. It seemed more people were arriving. While he would have loved to try and get some new gossip to start the year off right, he also didn't want to get caught in the mad rush to get to the assembly. So he decided to cut his losses and make his way to the auditorium. On his way he decided to walk past Alex, giving him a pat on the shoulder with his hand as he did.

"Make sure you put one of them somewhere prominent eh?" He spoke, walking past. He didn't stop though, still walking as spoke. "Would hate to have to speak to the principal about outsourcing photography due to Quality Issues" With that, Jordan was out of view and heading towards the auditorium, where upon arriving he would grab a front and centre seat.

Rosefell High.

New year. Back to school. Once more unto the breach. One last hurrah. It didn't matter how you looked at it though, Jordan was still stuck in this shit hole for another year. Final year maybe, but still, another year. At least he was a senior now. It was his time to shine. He had been living in the shadows of the more popular cliques over the past year, now was the time to pull out in front. Sure, his journey to the top had caused some issues. You have to break a few people to climb after all.

Jordan was currently walking to school. He lived a good distance away and a car would help. However, his parents were slightly concerned about him being behind the wheel. Something about being too distracted on his phone to focus on the road. If anyone asked however Jordan simply drove his car to a parking lot nearby and walked the rest of the way. He didn't want his fictional car to be trashed by the trash of Rosefell after all.

It was just after 8am when Jordan arrived on site. He was dressed with a simple combination of an orange hoodie and light blue denim jeans with enough holes in them that it was almost more hole than Jean. He wore simple black and white converses and finished it all off by wearing large square sunglasses that were way bigger than they needed to be. Taking a second he stopped and pulled out his phone, flipping through twitter and checking a few things, and writing a new tweet.

Twitter Post

Start the year on a high. Walk in like you own the place and keep going. It was clear that Jordan had no intention of stopping what he had started last year. And the tweet was more of a pep talk to himself before starting the day as opposed to a declaration of social war. It was during this time that the intercom system came to life and the announcement about the assembly came through. That was about just about a good enough reason to actually move and enter the school.

Entering at the back of the bus crowd, Jordan surveyed the scene as he moved forward. He had ten or so minutes to kill quickly, so he made his way over to the picnic benches. Quite a few had been occupied but he had managed to spot one at the back that was free. He began to walk across to the benches, his back up straight, head held high. No need to be slumping it around. On his walk across he came across two of his fellow students: Aria and Rich. Though at this point Rich was already walking away.

"Morning Aria." He commented with a wide smile as he walked past her and sat down at the bench behind her. He finally took his sunglasses off and placed them into his baby blue rucksack. No need to wear them now he had actually gotten to school. He pulled his phone out once more and began surfing the net, keeping an eye on the time, concerned about being late.

Rosefell High.

Jordan Ross

Name

Jordan Ross

Nickames

Jord, Rossi

Age

17

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bi-Sexual

Relationship Status

Single as a pringle

Label

Drama Queen

Appearance Details

• Hair: Black naturally, dyed blonde in occasion. | Curly | Practically left in bedhead mode. Sometimes brushed back on special occasions.
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 5 Feet & 9 Inches
• Body Type: Slender and Lithe.
• Clothing Style: Wears a variety of different clothes, ranging from hoodie, waist coats, shirts and sweaters. The colours range too, rarely wearing black and instead preferring bright and vibrant colours.
• Makeup Wise: Can wear foundation and eyeliner in certain situations.

Personality Traits

+ Kind
+ Caring
+ Looks out for people
+ Has connections
- Can be very bitchy
- Loves gossip
- Serial Liar
- Can't be trusted

Biography

Jordan Ross has always been the frustrated artist. Growing up with two rather successful parents, the pressure was always on Jordan to succeed.

Born to Rosa Mendez and Paul Ross, one a successful publisher and the other a successful Author (Match made in heaven right? ) Jordan was and still is, the pairs only child. The success and the expectations of his parents had created a disconnect with his surroundings, so much so that he struggles to empathize with his peers. During his early years he knew that he wanted to move into something in the arts similar to his parents. His parents however wanted him to go the other way and pursue something more academic.

Eventually they caved and agreed to allow him to do drama. But as part of the deal between them he was to attend normal school as opposed to a drama school. If he wanted it, he would have to work for it. Rosefell was the closed school in terms of distance, and its lack of art facilities made it the perfect place to send Jordan.

Ever since he arrived, Jordan has been fighting to try and get the drama club some recognition and funding. But in a school as poor as Rosefell, it is a thankless task. The group is woefully underfunded, small and always on the brink of shutting down.

Family

Rosa Mendez // 41 // Author
Paul Ross // 45 //Publisher

Colour //Faceclaim // Extras

#ff008d // Cameron Boyce
Hates Musicals and hates singing. Has performed in several plays outside of school including Macbeth. He hoped to get the Rosefell drama club into a position where he could write and direct his own play, but so far it hasn't happens yet.

Was totally a Disney kid growing up. Has numerous social media channels on every platform imaginable. Likes making Tik Tok videos.

Fact about Christmas: I hate it! .

Relations

Aria Herondale - Aria seems like a cool person. Don't really get to speak to her much, most of our circles don't really mix and the odd occasion we get time alone is really short. I wouldn't mind getting to know he more.

Elijah O'Malley - Thinks he is a nerd, acting clever and loving science, yeah never averages at an A? Wannabe much? Not to mention he hates TikTok and by extension my channel. He should be the one burning in hell.

Morgan Sinclair - Not much to say really. Never really understood her obsession with video games. Can only really play them for a few hours myself. Her streams are cool I guess and I have no reason to dislike her. Perhaps she could make a good friend one day?

Jenna Moore - There is something about Jenna that I can't quite put my finger on. She is a nice girl and all that, looks and personality wise, but her carefree attitude I found both disturbing and distrustful. She might have all the gossip though, so keeping in touch I guess wouldn't hurt.

Oliver Atkinson - Skater boy. Urgh. Something about skaters just pisses me off. They think they own the streets. Plus Oliver has a mouth on him that just loves to argue with everything you say, which he calls debating. If I had the strength I would take him down.

Samantha Queen - Another Streamer girl, but unlike Morgan she most certainly uses the 'Sex Sells' mantra with all the tight and revealing clothes she is wearing. I shudder to think the kind of things she gets upto behind closed doors and for money. But if you ever need info from a man, I am guessing she would know how to get it out of them. So she does have her uses I suppose.

Juliet Park - Selfish, Bratish and only looks out for herself. I wouldn't put it past her to manipulate anyone to get what she wants. I would trust her as far as I can thrown her, but manipulating her and getting one up on her would prove useful in the future.

Daisie Park - The more bearable of The Park twins… IfIf there is such a thing. She isn't as backstab friendly as her sister and prefers dance, so that is something we can at least bond over. Way too much Okatu for me though.

Steph Wang - She is a cheerleader. Do I really have to at more? Fairly sure she spends more time on her looks than her brains. If you shone a light through one ear, it would probably come out the other. Still, she can do her make up well, I guess that is the only things that matter to those kind of girls.

Aramintah Goh - Artist girl who would rather be anyway but class it seems. Occasionally see her around hiding in the Auditorium during drama practice (Don't think I don't see you hun). She is alright. Don't trust her not to try and pull a prank on me. Always keep looking at the rafters when she is around… Just in case.

Richard Brian - Ah… Mr 'I am a Jock, but actually I am not a jock.' Thinks he runs the place so he can fit in where he likes. Last I checked, the football captain was top of the food chain, so you can get off your high horse. I find him insufferable and he is high on my avoid list Some of us are respectful about our money not to go flaunt it on cars y'know .

Melisa Elliot - Ah the Queen Bitch… SorrySorry, I mean Alpha Bitch… NoNo wait… AlohaAlpha Cheerleader. The ugly head of the school social pyramid. We have never really seen eye to eye. Both being Drama Queens and both liking gossip puts us at odds most of the time. Sometimes though you have to make a deal with the devil.

Ahn Min Jun - Ah another for the jock pile. However this one is actually one of the more bearable ones. Though I have a feeling he is hiding something… And I won't stop until I figure out what… And then tell everyone about it.

Alex Bellamy - Well, he actually isn't a bad person. I don't have a reason to dislike him. We don't talk much, but I do love being on the lens side of his camera though. It is after all where I belong.

Ricky Quinn - I am fairly sure I could write a book about all the things I have been told about Ricky. If you believe them all he would kill you just by looking at you. Personally I think behind the tough guy act is a scared kid. A few we'll timed jabs and emotional stings could bring him toppling down… But is it really worth the effort for a guy who is just going to end up in prison anyway?

Ludvig Hellqvist - The hipster himself… I am fairly sure he thinks that carrying a book everywhere is cool. He has the nerve to read it while I am talking to him too. Why even bother talking to him? Looks like and acts like he is in some kind of perma-coma.

Lancelot Constantine - Fairly sure that delinquent is just another word for hipster. He likes to act like he doesn't care. He is part of the round table club for some reason. So, apparently he is accepted, but I am not. Family connections. That's why. Still, he isn't dangerous as people make out. Even with his little gang he hangs around with.

Sage Whittaker - Seen her around but not really talked. Seems very recluse, and highly untrusting of people she isn't used to. As long as she doesn't start using all those tea leaves and tarot cards on me we will be okay.

Hendirk Baker - Another jock. Seem to be everywhere. Don't really talk, and not particularly wanting to either. Dealing with one of them means dealing with all of them. Come to mention it, I am not sure he even does a sport anymore.

Mikey Rodriguez - An honour roll drug dealer. Rosefell has it all. He seems fairly laid back and we have the odd conversation. Notice he sometimes takes interest in my theater work which is kinda unexpected.

Joseph Powers - Another one to add to the skater pile. Asides from that he seems like a laid back person, even if he doesn't approve of my Ski Holidays every few years. He would be so much better if he didn't skate while stoned.

Arthur Constantine - The head of the round table. Football captain, head of the social order. We really don't talk, he has his knights around him all the time, so getting near him is difficult. He tries to act like he cares and whatnot, but we all know that isn't happening.

Hope Kaplan - He seems like a quite nice person. He seems to be approachable and polite. I haven't had a chance to speak to him however. I wouldn't be adverse to talking to him more.

Tiffany Ashford - One more to add to the Cheerleader pile. She acts all nice and what not, but she is so melodramatic. Everything is the apocalypse. Keep at arms length. Everything said to her will most likely go back to miss Queen bee.

Camila DeLuca - The party thrower. She is quite the outgoing girl and fun to talk to. Not sure I can hang around with her for long, she would probably do my nut in.

Rosefell High.

Jordan Ross

Name

Jordan Ross

Nickames

Jord, Rossi

Age

17

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bi-Sexual

Relationship Status

Single as a pringle

Label

Drama Queen

Appearance Details

• Hair: Black naturally, dyed blonde in occasion. | Curly | Practically left in bedhead mode. Sometimes brushed back on special occasions.
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 5 Feet & 9 Inches
• Body Type: Slender and Lithe.
• Clothing Style: Wears a variety of different clothes, ranging from hoodie, waist coats, shirts and sweaters. The colours range too, rarely wearing black and instead preferring bright and vibrant colours.
• Makeup Wise: Can wear foundation and eyeliner in certain situations.

Personality Traits

+ Kind
+ Caring
+ Looks out for people
+ Has connections
- Can be very bitchy
- Loves gossip
- Serial Liar
- Can't be trusted

Biography

Jordan Ross has always been the frustrated artist. Growing up with two rather successful parents, the pressure was always on Jordan to succeed.

Born to Rosa Mendez and Paul Ross, one a successful publisher and the other a successful Author (Match made in heaven right? ) Jordan was and still is, the pairs only child. The success and the expectations of his parents had created a disconnect with his surroundings, so much so that he struggles to empathize with his peers. During his early years he knew that he wanted to move into something in the arts similar to his parents. His parents however wanted him to go the other way and pursue something more academic.

Eventually they caved and agreed to allow him to do drama. But as part of the deal between them he was to attend normal school as opposed to a drama school. If he wanted it, he would have to work for it. Rosefell was the closed school in terms of distance, and its lack of art facilities made it the perfect place to send Jordan.

Ever since he arrived, Jordan has been fighting to try and get the drama club some recognition and funding. But in a school as poor as Rosefell, it is a thankless task. The group is woefully underfunded, small and always on the brink of shutting down.

Family

Rosa Mendez // 41 // Author
Paul Ross // 45 //Publisher

Colour //Faceclaim // Extras

#ff008d // Cameron Boyce
Hates Musicals and hates singing. Has performed in several plays outside of school including Macbeth. He hoped to get the Rosefell drama club into a position where he could write and direct his own play, but so far it hasn't happens yet.

Was totally a Disney kid growing up. Has numerous social media channels on every platform imaginable. Likes making Tik Tok videos.

Fact about Christmas: I hate it! .

Rosefell High.

Defo jumping onboard, going to play a male. Will get it done by the weekend.

Boxing Arena RP

@Skull I am sure we can mix it both in. I had a female boxer in mind. You don't have to use a female yourself.

Boxing Arena RP

Neither have I. But I would imagine we would run it like a normal topic??? @Skull