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CANCELLED.

_{A Henry Green post, featuring Benedict and Arnold
Location: The Green River
Interacting With: Inner thoughts}

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Benedict and Arnold’s habitat on the Green compound was undeniable proof that when you threw enough money at something, you get what you want. For how stupidly over the top and extravagant it was, it was a damn shame that the pair of capybaras spent most of their time inside the house, hanging out with Henry, Parker, Min, or some variation of the three together. Their habitat was a man made river, with large trees surrounding it. It went in a small circle, and the water flowed in a direction, which made it perfect for relaxing. Henry could often be found, lazing on an air mattress, with Benedict and Arnold on either side while he floated down the river. Typically, he did so accompanied by a joint or a bottle of booze.

Today, Henry was accompanied by both. There was an ice chest that floated beside him, kept cool mostly from the water surrounding it. It contained a single bottle of the alcohol of the day: peppermint schnapps. Was it gay? Probably. But Henry was having a fucking god awful day and he didn’t care if he looked gay. He’d had to go to fucking detention for christ’s sake. Which, by the way, he didn’t deserve.

Resting on his chest now was a dab pen that had done a wonderful of dulling the mental and emotional exhausting of the day by instead drowning it out with a purple, THC influenced haze. This, to Henry, made it easier to think. Coupled with the buzz from the schnapps, and Henry was in a pretty decent place, all things considered. This was when he was at his best, mentally speaking. This was the only way he could come up with a genius plan to deal with all this crap.

There was a third thing that he was waiting for, that Hana was supposed to be bringing to him, but for now, Henry was doing alright. He had his babies swimming beside him, and the speakers hanging from the trees above him played soft music, an older song that he’d heard in a movie forever and a half ago.

Well I don’t know why I came here tonight

Looking up at the cloudy sky, Henry considered things. Why did he agree to help them? Oh, right. Because they wanted to stick it to his sister — but Damian cracked like a fucking bitch at the first scent of woman. Hailey and the goons were let inside like it was nothing, and it damn near broke Owen’s resolve. Maybe he’d lost his mind a bit too much, but hey. They deserved it, fucking cunts.

Then, Hailey just left. She just turned around and left. It wasn’t surprising to Henry, he knew Hailey well enough to know why she’d left. It’d just been another show of power from her, another way to say “By the way, Satan always gets her way.”

I’ve got the feelin’ that somethin’ ain’t right

That much was true whenever Hailey was involved. She was basically the Omen, and Henry’s mind was fucking blown everytime his parents didn’t see anything wrong with the shit she did. Really, in a lot of ways, Henry wanted to give up. Apparently, Hailey had the power over the Weekend Warrior too, since all it had done was take shots at them. There had been one or two attacks on Hailey and her bitch brigade, but anything against Hailey was low hanging fruit.

Besides, the Weekend Warrior hadn’t painted Hailey or her friends as the enemy, the villains of the night. That honor rested with Henry, Damian, and Owen. Trevor, it seemed, had skated by simply because he hadn’t done anything anything that could be painted as controversial. Henry though? He’d clearly taken advantage of Paker. Owen? Obviously, a homophobic gay beater. Damian? The mastermind behind the whole thing. No, the Weekend Warrior was used a vehicle to push the idea that the Elite were evil, their intentions were moreso. Stealers Wheel had a point: Something ain’t right.

I’m so scared, in case I fall off my chair

Henry definitely wasn’t afraid. He couldn’t speak for all of them, in fact he suspected that Damian might be afraid. It was too much, too fast. The punishment from the school was unfair, to say the least. It was overwhelming, and it stole Damian’s identity from him, more or less. Without football, what was he? Owen… Owen was a harder nut to crack. Henry knew, just from the way he acted and spoke, that Owen was still very much in love with Trixie.

It was almost sad, when he really thought about it. And Henry Green didn’t often admit when things were sad. From what he understood, their breakup was caused by the meddling of Ophelia and Hailey which… sounded about right. That was why Owen had been present, that was why he’d helped. He wanted revenge, and to get his girl back. But would it happen? Maybe. Maybe not. Owen, Owen may have been afraid of the idea that he couldn’t win.

He’d done nothing wrong, and gotten stabbed in the back. Henry had chastised him about it a bit. Trusting Hailey, even slightly, was just getting yourself ready for the bite of a snake. Did Owen deserve it? Absolutely note. He reckoned that the entire situation sprung as retaliation over something he’d done ages ago, defying Hailey. Henry could agree with that. Hailey was such a control freak that even the slightest bump in her life had to be quickly smoothed out. Now, for all intents and purposes, the Owen bump was smoothed out.

And I’m wonderin’ how I’ll get down the stairs

That was fair. Stairs weren’t the right word, weren’t the right metaphor. At least not down the stairs. Henry had to climb up the stairs, and he had to pull the dead weight of the Elite the whole goddamn way. Henry would be damned if he was going to go down in history as the reason Hailey managed to flex on the Elite.

As a group, the Elite were volatile. Damian was himself; he was the king, he was the charisma, the it factor. He was hot and everyone loved him. But, he was very emotional. He overreacted, he was dramatic. Then you had Owen. Owen was angry, blinded by anger and pain and hatred and all variety of negative emotions. Then, there was Trevor. Trevor was the simplest there; his major flaw was that he was just too goddamn sweet. It was honestly gross. There was a fourth one, but they hadn’t been around in a while, so Henry chose not to think about them.

They had something that the HOT girls. The Elite, despite all their individual problems, were a unit. They were friends. A group. Inseparable. Hailey and hers? They were fake friends because the felt obligated to be.

With a little bit of work, Henry would whip them into shape and everything would be back to normal. He’d beat the life back into them, and they’d square up for round two sooner rather than later.

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right

A little harsh, but basically. Henry was a consultant, but he was a consultant for what was a group of a bunch of people who had no idea what they were doing or who they were messing with or what they needed to do next. Damian thought the fight was over, but it wasn’t. That was just round one of what was sure to be a war. The war against Hailey would be a battle of attrition.

Henry felt like he’d done a good job of getting Owen refocused. When Owen had been getting ready to leave, to run away after the girls had made their way inside, Henry had stopped him and they’d had a conversation. He’d told Owen what he was confident of: the only way to get Trixie back was to deal with the Omen and her Demons. Maybe with that wall out of the place, he could talk to Trixie.

Henry had told Owen the truth: the break up was half his fault, half Trixie’s. Sure, it was driven by outside factors, but ultimately it fell back on the two involved. It was their responsibility to talk and to work things out. If nothing had happened, then Henry knew it would be as easy a discussion before things were back to normal. “But,” Henry had warned, “forgive, bro. Don’t forget.” Time would heal all wounds, but Henry felt it would be best if he warned Owen to keep his guard up at first, should he and Trixie fall back for each other.

And here I am, stuck in the middle with you

Henry was stuck in the middle. He was sandwiched in between the Elite, in some kind of sick, gross fantasy Marshall had surely had. At first, it had been simple. Henry was fucking with Hailey because he liked doing so, so he’d taken a clear role not fully involved in the Elite. He’d been a consultant. No more. Henry would take his place as an official member of the squad soon enough.

Fuck it, boy band time.

Henry cracked open an eye and saw they had floated an entire lap. Henry caught himself on a piece of grass, and brought it to a stop, shoring himself, his ice chest, his floaty, and Arnold. Henry rolled up onto the grass and stood up to his full height. “Cut the track. Come on, Ben, what are you doing? It’s time to roll.” He gestured, and the second capybara pulled himself out of the water and onto the shore. Both of the animals shook themselves, slooshing water around.

Henry brought the dab pen up to his lips, hitting the button. He inhaled and let the smoke out with a couple of coughs. A plan was beginning to form in his head. “How hard you guys think it is to get a meeting with the Weekend Warrior? An interview, dig? I need to hit up the big dog.” Henry tugged the air mattress behind himself, dangled the ice chest of peppermint schnapps on his arm, and had a pet on either side of himself as he and his two beloved capybaras headed toward the castle entrance.

Time to play the fucking game. Let’s go, Hailey. By fire be fucking purged, bitch. Henry Green was going to bring the world crashing down around that bitch.

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The football field was home to two tryouts, at the same time. They were very different, too. One of them, of course, was the classic. Football. A bunch of teenage boys running around on a field trying to prove that they were bigger, stronger and faster than their peers. There were fights that broke out almost every time; it was damn near a given due to how pumped up on testosterone they got. The fights were pulled apart by the gruff, angry coach, and they were told to run until they puked. And they did! Because the alternative was to be kicked off the team: the deepest sin in the world.

The other? The other was cheerleading. The cheer tryouts were different. They were different because the people in charge of them, and the people participating, couldn’t get all their feelings out with a few hits to the head. Instead, the cheerleaders were bitchy, backstabbers, verbally abusive, and any other number of things. It was a wonder anyone new wanted to join them!

Of course, part of it had to be that being a cheerleader could be used as a pretty solid jumping off point to get in with the popular kids. Maybe that’s why so many people still showed up, despite the cheer squads open bitchiness. Or, maybe some of them were just competitive. The BHHS squad was pretty good, they at least usually placed high in regionals. Maybe they could win, or even go to nationals.

Ophelia didn’t really care about that part of things. She was on the squad because she liked the uniforms, and flippy shit. This was the only way for her to satiate it — BHHS didn’t have a gymnastics squad, so this was the best she could do. She was seated dead center in the table with the other judges, waiting for things to get underway. “We should have just done this in the gym,” she muttered to no one in particular, “too much possible drama over with the dudes, since they have to replace Damian.”

Brynn sat directly to the right of Ophelia, filing her nails whilst admiring the football players as they ran drill after drill. As one of the few remaining seniors on the team, she would have a larger say in which girls would be selected, since after all, they would be the ones replacing her after she graduated. “I’m not complaining-” Brynn replied, a small laugh following her words. Almost every single guy on the team was hot as hell, and lucky for the brunette, she’d slept with the majority of them. “Think of it as motivation for the new girls. If they get on the squad, they’ll get to gawk at them every day for the rest of the year...” She completed the thought, setting down her file and admiring her work; her nails were now pointy enough to nearly stab someone.

Sitting to the left of Ophelia was Madison Weaver, the daughter of two former AWE wrestlers. Still, she hadn’t earned her place on the team through money or her lineage. She was genuinely one of the most technically impressive cheerleaders the school had ever seen, and had been in the upper echelons of ‘Cheerleaders with the best body’ for most of her time here. She didn't do it for the popularity, though. She did it for the physical challenge. Though she was a noticeably kind person when not in her cheerleading costume, she took it very seriously. In some ways, the girls who were about to try out for the team would have as much to fear from her as they would from the bitchiness. “Don’t encourage them, Brynn," she replied to her fellow senior. "If they’re just here to be popular and get attention from guys, and aren’t going to put the work into mastering the routines, then they’re not getting in."

Sitting at the end of the judging panel-like table was Selena Sterling. The blonde was tapping her purple glitter pen against her rosy pink matte lipstick-coated lips. Observing the girls as they filed in a single line to tryout out, Selena did exactly what you were supposed to do when you were on a judging panel — she was judging. As always, Sel could hear the gossip birds chirping alongside her. She paid attention only when she picked Brynn’s voice out of the bunch. Brynn was sleeping with her brother, which meant that Brynn was under all but police surveillance in Selena’s world. Sel leaned forward and squinted at her not-quite-friend, not-quite-enemy before speaking. “Truly, Brynn, is that all you are capable of thinking about?” Selena followed up on Madison’s comment with a harsh sneer.

Brynn craned her neck to look over at Madison and Selena. Things had been shaky between the two of them since the blonde had caught the brunette in bed with her beloved brother, which didn’t make sitting at this table with her any easier than it normally was. Fed up with her cattiness, she threw it right back to her. “No, I’m also capable of thinking about how hot your brother looked in the Janitor’s closet this morning…” She replied, a devilish smirk appearing on her face. “I’m also capable of thinking about how I can ‘accidentally’ make you fall off the top of the pyramid later… Oops.” Brynn emphasized her words with air quotes, a laugh emitting from her lips.

Ophelia turned her head, leaning forward so that she could take a gander over at Shauna. Without a care in the world, she pointed and said. “Could be worse. They could be hanging around just to try and hook up with one of the literal children here. Come on, dude, don’t you have drama club?” Despite the way she spoke to Shauna, Ophelia had been the one to provide the extra chair at the table, like she almost always did.

Whoever came up with cheerleading was likely a saint, and if they weren’t then damn the religion that denied them that honor. What wasn’t there to love about cheerleaders, especially the ones that were young, flexible, and naive enough to assume that someone who sat at the judges table was part of the squad? Shauna Flynn had damn near been a staple at the tryouts despite only ever wearing a uniform after it had been removed from another. That didn’t stop her from occupying a seat at the table, but her judgment was of a different variety; she didn’t much care if they could do a tumble or a handspring or a half tuck. Her presence wasn’t one hundred percent welcomed, but at Ophelia’s comment, Shauna simply shrugged while keeping her eyes firmly planted on the young hopefuls.

"This is more important than drama club. They know me there, and no one wears skirts quite this revealing. More to the point, you aren’t going to accept all of them to the squad, and someone has to be there to dry their tears, and I know a thing about that. Don’t worry. I won’t step on your toes, Ophelia. Maybe if you were two years younger and a virgin I might be inclined to step on your toes. Which reminds me, which ones are the Freshmen?” Shauna clearly had no shame as she settled in to watch the tryouts.

Madison didn’t even turn to look at Shauna, let alone reply. Not because of anything to do with herself, but simply because she constantly reminded Madison of one of her many mistakes here in high school. Once, she had also courted a Freshman in Shiloh Clay. It was an admittedly very fun relationship while it lasted, and both girls had partaken in a lot of casual sex. But then the younger girl began to tell people and gossip spread around, and it all got a bit ugly. Shauna had tried to get with Madison several times since then but how could you say yes to a person who reminds you of an incident like that, especially when, after Madison, Shiloh immediately moved on to Shauna for a while?

Ignoring the conversation going on between Ophelia and the non-cheerleader that wasn’t even supposed to be here, Selena kept her eyes trained Brynn. She didn’t react to the girls words even slightly, not when she mentioned hooking up with Sean, nor when she weakly threatened the queen-to-be. Cute. Perhaps she had forgotten who she was speaking to? With a calm, regal smile, Selena reminded her. “Oh, why don’t you try that, hmm?” Sel’s voice was venomous as she tilted her head to the side and continued. “We all know that the only way for someone with your... figure… to make it to the top is to do so by such a petty move.”

Ophelia heard her two girls arguing and she shook her head. “Stop being babies,” she complained, drinking from the red Gatorade she had in front of her. She looked around at the entire judge table, and carried on speaking. “Can’t we just for once have a good day? Let’s just enjoy ourselves, and be here for our own reasons, right? Shauna’s here to cradle rob. Brynn’s here to stare at the men. Cassie’s here because she’s my bestie and she loves me. Sel’s here because it’s best for business. Madi’s here to win more trophies. I’m here to do flips and stare at other girls in, uh, well I picked pretty slutty outfits, and that was definitely on purpose.” Ophelia shrugged her shoulders, as if to say ‘sue me.’ All she wanted was for her friends to chill out and enjoy each other’s company.

“Brynnie, lovely, maybe you should… shake Sean. He’s makin’ a rift. That’s not okay.” Ophelia tutted, waving her finger at Brynn. “We have standards and rules, you know? Can’t be dating someone that makes Sel even… well, sorry, Sel: bitchier than normal. Dating, hooking up, whatever. Executive call man, you gotta ditch him.” She explained, before reaching into her bag and pulling out her clipboard that had the list of the day’s applicants. Upon seeing this, Madison, who had been ignoring the argument entirely, sat up straight. It was almost time to begin, probably.

Brynn sighed, knowing that Ophie had a point. Especially with all of the feelings she had felt today, she knew that she had held onto Sean for too long. “I surrender,” She stated, holding up her hands as if she had been caught by the police. Brynn was meeting him after school to talk to him anyway, so she would have to cut ties pronto. No Payne, no gain, as everyone would say, and she couldn’t deny the rest of the school the chance to get with her any longer than she already had. “Sel, congratulations, you can have your brother back, but you’d better watch your back or else my figure may come crashing down on you when you least expect it…”

“Now girls. Remember what I told you.” On the side of the bleachers, in an open area by the garbage, was a large table with an assortment of makeup and accessories, with the mother of Damian O’Connor and two, small freshmen standing next to it. The students waiting to be freed. Melody was extra, but anything for her baby and baby’s friend!

Her other baby. Not her son.

“If I need to puke, swallow it. The show must go on.” A redhead with short pigtails and an outfit that spoke 1999 Britney Spears ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ let her mother apply the most glossy of glosses the world had to offer that smelt and tasted like raspberries. ‘Presentation was everything’ her mother would say. Absentmindedly, the young girl’s arms wrapped around her stomach, covering her bare belly.

“Truly Bliss, not that one.” Melody tsked. Why couldn’t her daughter use her brain? It wasn’t like she was making her write an essay on everything she’s told her!

“Mommmmmmm, call me True at school!” True was the sister of the captain, err ex captain, of the the football team that everyone seemed to forget. Minus the damn teachers. From the first day onward, they expected her to care about school just as much as her brother and to be just as good as him. It was dumb. She was only fourteen! Why should she try to be perfect when she can have fun? Like spend her school day staring at a certain someone, every chance she had, entertaining the idea of them. Together. Forever.

Melody simply gave her daughter a stern glare, in hopes it would help True recollect one of the thousand tips she gave her while she dolled her and Kit up. “Can I phone a friend?” The anxious freshman nervously laughed and nudged Kit to save her.

Kit’s eyes went wide for a second and she looked from Melody to True, and back to Melody, then to True once more! She was a Tekken God. She didn’t have time for things like CHEERLEADING, but this was all part of the plan; and she had to stick to the plan! But, she definitely had no idea what Melody was talking about… and it wasn’t really her fault! Choosing to do what she’d been doing all day, to great effect, Kit replied. “Mrs. True’s mom, to be honest, I’ve been awake for 30 hours straight now, or something dumb like that. It’s probably closer to 35 and if I hadn’t muted Echo she’d be berating me with an exact time down to the nanosecond but anyway I’m like really tired and I can barely remember how to walk so I don’t think I’m gonna do very good at this thingy do you think it’s too late for me to quit? I should quit.” Kit didn’t even like wearing lip gloss and all this other stuff. It was confusing! How was she supposed to remember all of that stuff!?

“Being a girl is real tough work… I wish someone would have told me or I never would have tried this.” Kit, to be honest, was fucking exhausted. Makeup, twice, in one day. Outfit building twice, in one day. Now she had to go do… flips, or something in front of Ophelia and Cassie and SELENA. Stress, stress, stress. Weed, video games, and pizza could not come quickly enough.

“You two are impossible…” Melody muttered in bewilderment before getting things back on track, it was almost time for them to shine! “Kit, baby, there is no one way to be a girl. Hasn’t your mom told you anything? She was Belle’s princess, after all... ANYWAYS! You remember the talent show story?”

Placing her palm on her face, True grumbled, “Where you and your friends danced like total slu---stars in front of dad and his friends and all your dads?”

“Precisely.” Melody walked around the table and rested one hand on both True’s and Kit’s shoulders, “You absolutely have to make your daddies proud! Everything you got, including your bods, you got it from them—”

“MOM.”

“Flaunt what your daddy gave you. You can have all the skill in the world, but if you don’t have the spirit and aren’t having fun, what’s the point? Be fearless and be spunky. Show those girls you are one of a kind and I’m sure you’ll win everyone’s hearts. Now run off! I’ll be on the bleachers cheering you both on. I love you both so much!” Before True could escape, her mother smothered her with kisses causing the freshman to die a little on the inside. Once she slipped out of the anaconda’s grasp, she grabbed Kit’s hand and started sprinting to the line.

Kit rolled her eyes after Melody showered her daughter with an embarrassing show of affection. “That sucked, man. I don’t think this will be that big of a deal, I hung out like, most of the day with Ophelia and Cassie, so I think we’ll be alright! No worries, easy livin’. Plus if we don’t get on the squad, maybe we can… go get pity donuts with your mom. Then take a nice, long… naaaaaaaap.” Kit said with a massive yawn, rubbing at her eyes as they stood in line. Here we go!

The excitement that permeated the air around the field seemed to roll off of Cassie as she strolled across the field, fashionably late, unsurprising to anyone who knew her. She turned the end zone into a catwalk, strutting over and taking her seat next to Lia, tying her chestnut locks into a ponytail as she looked around at her fellow judges. "Hiya girls! I trust I didn’t miss any excitement? I got held up with some dweeby little freshman who thought I was his one true love,” Cassie explained. In truth, she’d been on the phone with her mother, tucked away in a janitor’s closet, trying to convince her that a new cheer uniform was definitely necessary. Luckily, she’d agreed, meaning Cassie could actually make an appearance on the field, rather than come up with some excuse as to why she couldn’t cheer this year. She made a mental note to hug her mom when she got home before noticing a blonde haired little devil running across the field. "Lia look, it’s our new friend! Hey, Shauna stay away from that one, she’s nice. And she has a friend too! Anyone know the redhead?”

Lia peered off toward whoever Cassie was talking about, squinting. Whaaaat? “What do you mean? That’s Damian’s little sister, babe. How do you not know that?” Ophelia was blissfully unaware that Truly’s entire existence was basically ignored by the whole of the school board. She leaned forward and sipped at her juice, “Her name is Truly. Truly Bliss. But she likes to be called True, understandably I think… You seriously don’t know her? She’s Damian’s sister. Damian. The guy with the big biceps that Brynn used to fawn over until she got Sean… Hey that rhymes!” Ophelia beamed, seemingly pleased with herself for making such a wonderful thing as a rhyme.

Brynn rolled her eyes, “Lia that was one time, and I couldn’t touch him without having him freak the fuck out. I did not fawn over him. He may have the best arms in the Junior class, but that’s besides the point.” She gazed over at the redhead, “I completely forgot he had a sister… oh well.”

Cassie wrinkled her nose in confusion. "Weird...well, not my problem. If she’s as good at cheering as her brother is at getting kicked off of the football team then this should be a cakewalk for her,” Cassie said, smirking slightly, turning her head to face the football team’s gladiator show for a moment. She turned back around and clapped her hands, a grin on her face from the quick show she’d just gotten. "Let’s get this show on the road, shall we!” Cassie said, her excitement clear.

Madison, of course, had heard of Damian’s sister, Truly Bliss. You don’t forget a name like that. Her family is known for pushing the kids, and Damian proved that this could yield good results...physically, at least. Madi didn’t care what her personality was like as long as she could perform the maneuvers well, and from her background, she was either going to show promise, or she was going to break right in front of them. There as a high chance of both happening, actually. The girl next to her showed...less promise, but at least she seemed relaxed. Nerves had taken down many a good prospective cheerleader during tryouts, but if they can’t handle performing some maneuvers in front of a panel, they probably won't be able to perform a routine with hundreds of people watching them. Cassie seemed to know the relaxed one, and claimed she was nice. They would see if ‘nice’ would cut it.

The very worst thing to do was to tell Shauna to stay away from someone. As soon as Cassie had said that to the tourist, Shauna’s eyes honed in. Blonde. That was good, blondes certainly were adventurous. Young. She put the girl at a Freshman level, which was always the ideal preference, and judging by the look in the blonde girl’s eyes she was either overwhelmed or on the verge of collapsing once the sugar high ended. It was like she was drunk without having the alcohol - and that meant Shauna could use that to her advantage. And assuming the blonde didn’t work out she kindly brought a red head along for the ride. Two for one special. Buy one get one free. Or just take the one that was cheaper. “I don’t mind a nice girl, Cassie. She won’t be when I’m done.” She was trying hard not to leer, but her eyes were taking in the new arrivals like a missile locking on. “And the other is named True Bliss? Not until she knows me it isn’t. I was almost worried your squad would be lackluster this season but I’m happy to be wrong.”

Cassie rolled her eyes at Shauna’s comment but left the matter alone. If there was one thing she’d learned while at BHHS, there was no getting Shauna away from a hunt. Hopefully Kit and her friend could manage to steer clear of the Irish shark, for their own good. Neither of them needed to deal with that mess. Madison, on the other hand, couldn’t ignore Shauna any longer, and turned round to look at her. "If you’re going to stand there ogling the Freshmen and saying really suggestive things within earshot, can you at least tone it down so you don’t make any of them more nervous than they already are? Or, I don’t know, stand back or something?"

“You know, Shauna, it’s real weird the way you do things. You ever seen Dazed and Confused? It’s a good look into your future, baby girl. You get older, they stay the same age. If in five years, you hover around the high school hotspots and pick up freshmen, you’ll be like… the female version of that guy who’s 26 and dating a 16 year old girl, but it’s totally chill because like, she’ll totally be 17 in March.” Ophelia rolled her eyes in Shauna’s general direction, and flattened out creases on her skirt. She grabbed a handful of Skittles from her bag, and tossed them into her mouth, chewing them up before she whistled loudly, “Alright line it up! Everybody gets two minutes, no more no less. Don’t suck.” Lia chomped on my Skittles, and smiled at the line of girls who were ready to present themselves to the judges behind the counter.

And the Shark.

Fucking Shauna.

Cassie smirked as the girls lined up, her eyes scanning the group of fresh meat. Some of these girls certainly wouldn’t make it. But others, well, they might get lucky today. Who knew. Cassie’s gaze fell on Kit, the Candies’ newest toy. She grinned, shark-like in nature, or should she say Shauna-like? Pointing to the small blonde, she shouted out a command. “Kit! You’re up first!” Some of the older girls made faces, nothing new. They weren’t pleased to see a freshman get the first tryout. But they could all suck it. Cassie had favorites, better they learn that sooner rather than later.

Kit hadn’t expected to be called on, but hey. Maybe being friends with the Candies did have benefits? She stepped up, pulling True along with her. “Uh, that’s okay with me, but like… I got a thing I’m gonna do? Like, with my friend? So I mean if it’s all the same to you guys… We’re gonna do our thing?” Kit asked the judges, and Ophelia shrugged her shoulders to indicate that she didn’t care, and Kit nodded, giving an awkward thumbs up. “So we made this up yesterday and we practiced it like… once, but I don’t need to practice really anything, on account of… I’m the best. So look out, here we come.” Ophelia raised her eyebrows, then Kit looked over at True and gave her the same awkward thumbs up. Let’s go.

Truth be told, True was not as timid as she came across. The only reason she was being a little shy was because of this damn outfit. On a normal basis, she dressed conservative, yet cute and classy. Her mom said you can be fully clothed and still be sexy as hell. So unless she’s home in a tank and shorts, eating whatever food she could find in the fridge, her most important parts were covered and some. She could feel the breeze on her tush and her tummy was out in the open for display! On top of that, there was hardly any mystery. She was completely exposed and there was no fantasy behind the scandalous outfits. Nope. It was what it was.

Maybe, it wasn’t a bad thing, if he liked what he saw, but if this was all for not, she’d die. Right here, right now. True absolutely had to make the team. If she made the team, it could potentially get someone’s eyes on her. When a girl from her mother’s side set their eyes on a prize, they could accomplish anything. Driven to the core, it was part of her genetics!

Oh!

Kit was giving her a thumbs up. It was go time? It was go time! True was too focused on staring at the hem of her skirt to realize they needed to start. Lifting her wrist up, which had a her customized Oracle watch on it, with the colors of sherbert and a built in Assistant, True cleared her throat, before saying, “Cupid, bluetooth. Play T-Swift Cheer Remix.” Her dad loved Taylor Swift, and so did she! This was exactly one minute and 20 seconds. A quick mix made by a Darling. Extremely fast for a routine, but she had faith in her and Kit.

Before they actually started, Kit took a quick look at her bestie, and silently wondered if she was high enough for this. Probably not.

When the music started to build up, True gave her friend a nod and they both started to back up. All girls around them gave them the space they needed, creating two lines on each side of them, giving them field to the front and back, which caused the two freshmen to really be in the spotlight. True came to a stopping point at what she deemed the center of their ‘stage’ and rolled her shoulders, as her premeditated stretch. Then Taylor Swift began to sing. That’s when the girls started to match each other in dance moves.

True’s heart accelerated. They were center stage. She was being seen. Finally. Letting her inhibitions fly away, she started to walk forward with the music, while Kit went backwards. Her arms left her body, from a dagger position to a touchdown, and then quickly, she fanned her stretched arms down like two clock hands going the opposite direction in one quick beat, two quick beats. Her eyes were on fire as she looked straight at the judges and beamed her most attractive smile that yes, her daddy gave her! Her arms went down her body, almost like she was feeling herself and landed at her hips, as she sensually oscillated her waist like nobody was watching.

This turned into both girls doing a slow backflip, but while Kit continued to go back, even more than she had already gone, steadily, slowly, so she wasn’t the focal point, all eyes fell on True as she dropped to the ground and did some quick contemporary floor work, which was a definite showcase of her flexibility. Like how even did her body bend like that?

Soon enough, True rolled out and the song immediately sped up. Then, came the part that Kit really liked! Flips. Flips were awesome, and flips worked for her. She’d done gymnastics since forever, and this was her chance to look cool! There was the benefit of Selena watching, but honestly? Kit liked being in the spotlight, always had. A bunch of people behind a table staring at them, the people in line to the sides of them? Also staring. Life was good.

Kit took a second to breathe, just a second — they didn’t have a whole lot of seconds. She launched herself backwards, and did a smooth back handspring, and she turned herself slightly to the side, then did it again. And again. And again. And again. Honestly? She would have done it again! But her shift was over; she’d done an entire circles worth of continuous back handsprings, sticking her feet down after coming out of the last one, and then got ready to get out of the way and wait her turn for round two!

Suddenly, when the song slowed down, Kit ran off revealing True behind her holding a handstand and her legs, as well as her body, going along with the song, like waves, elegant legs dancing in the air, showing True’s strength and control. Her back was facing them, and she leaned her body towards them, still holding the stand… a little bit more, get closer to the ground, keep going…. Don’t give out…

Phew! She did it! That was intense. And then she brought her body straight up once more and opened her legs into a wide split for Kit to fly over.

Kit was of the opinion that she had the easy part of the job. True had to stay balanced and stuff and hold onto core strength… Kit just had to do what she would have done anyway! She positioned herself and did more back handsprings, bringing herself toward her balancing friend, and once she was in range, Kit launched herself extra high, flipping and twisting her body an extra rotation as she soared through the air, so that she stuck the landing facing the judging table.

The music came to an end as Kit grinned at all of the older women, and she raised up a hand and brought it to her shoulder, brushing the dirt off. Get that dirt off your shoulder, that’s what Dad would say.

Ophelia stared at the pair for a second, before looking over at her companions, before shrugging as if to say simply ‘I dunno, lol.’ Then, she did the natural thing: she clapped. There was no doubt these two had synergy together. A dynamic duo. While Kit did her smug thing, True slowly put herself upright and continued to smile, but her stomach was in painnnnnnn. As long as she was in front of the judges, she had to act like she was cool. So cool. Walking up to her friend, True gave Kit a warm embrace and giggled, “We did it!” It was so hot. Perhaps short skirts weren’t such a bad idea.

Kit nodded in agreement as she gave True a kiss on the cheek before looking over at the judges. Kit cleared her throat, trying to catch her breath, “hey, uh. Could I get one of those Gatorades? I need to replenish my electrolytes. BeforeIfallasleepwhereIstand.”

Brynn was a little stunned by what she had just seen, but in the best way possible. These youngins had talent, there was no denying that, which meant that there was hope for the future of the team. With a smirk, she reached under the table and grabbed two Gatorades, tossing one to each girl. “Drink up, you certainly earned it.” She stated, glancing over to the other girls at the table to hear their thoughts.

Cassie was beaming. This was the kind of skill this team needed. “That was great! I loved it! That thing you did with your legs and the flips and UGH! It was great,” Cassie said, bubbly and exuding the pep that one would expect from a cheerleader. “Damian’s Little Sister, you were great, Kit you were great, you were both great, long story short, I loved it!” Cassie exclaimed. Cassie turned to her fellow judges. “Anything to add girls?”

Madison, also beaming, shook her head at Cassie, before looking over at the two girls. She was very happy to have been proven right about True, and wrong about Kit. "Not a thing, Cassie. That was indeed some amazing, amazing cheerleading from two rookies. The moves, the presentation, the faces, the planning, the story...I’d have to get incredibly nitpicky to fault it anywhere, but I’m not going to ruin this moment. You two have just made my job a lot harder, because now I’ll need to go away and think of things that I can actually teach you! Great job!"

Selena quietly kept appraising the younger girls whilst Brynn, Cassie, and Madison shamelessly gushed. “That was surprisingly decent, but there’s always room for improvement. They’re okay with me.” Sel sounded harsher than her peers, but this was relatively high praise from the silver princess.

If there was one person who was exuberant to a bit of the extreme following the routines, it was Shauna Flynn. She hadn’t kept her eyes off the duo as they did their flips and splits and showed just why the Irish Shark had a thing for Freshmen - doubly so for Freshmen that happened to be so utterly flexible. When the routine finished, Shauna was out of her chair, clapping, the spotlight turning - metaphorically - to her once more. Just as she liked it. Her claps were the loudest. A standing ovation of one. And were it not for the fact that the actual cheerleaders might tackle her (which in its own way was appealing) she would certainly have covered the distance between applicants and judges and thrown her arms around both girls. Shauna knew the benefit of foreplay, though. “Girls, I think I speak for everyone on this cheer council that you’ve certainly secured a place on the team, if not my heart, and I want you both to know that as something of a professional in the field of vertical and horizontal based routines that my door is always open for anyone who would like a little one on one, two on one, private lesson. In fact, I extend that offer starting now. With me, you’ll be at the top of the pyramid in no time at all.” The sincerity of her words and tone almost masked the sinister meaning behind every word Shauna spoke.

Ophelia rolled her eyes. Shauna was too much, far too much, far too often. She cleared her throat, and leaned forward, looking over at Shauna, “babe… you’re not actually on the cheer council. You just show up to try and get sharky on kids. Smooth though, wicked smooth. I’m gonna steal the bit about routines.” She explained, before looking out at Kit and True, though as she opened her mouth, Kit held up her hand to hold Ophelia off, which was brave. Extremely so, and before Ophelia could even say anything, Kit was launching into one of her tirades.

“Two things: firstly basic common sense dictates that I would be at the top of the pyramid anyway on account of I’m very small. Secondly… you’re Shauna right? You’re icky so no thanks! That’s what I’ve been told anyway and I trust the source of said statement so I’m good on that. Can I get another Gatorade?” She asked, waving around the empty bottle in her hand. Behind the table, Ophelia giggled and looked over at Shauna.

“You heard the girl. You’re icky. Don’t you have drama club? Go deal with that, or something. You can pick up the sad ones later today. I promise you, there will be sad ones. Now! That being said! Kit and True, you’re on the squad.”

“Wewwwwww, lad.”

“WAIT. You’re Shauna? Like ‘fuck Shauna’ Shauna? You know how to get anyone you want? Like ANYONE?” While Kit went the ‘icky’ route, Truly Bliss couldn’t help but see an opportunity to learn from an expert in courting. Her eyes lit up with excitement. Her goal was achieved, she got on the squad (for personal reasons), and now she had someone who wanted to teach her. Teach her, her ways! Maybe she should take her up on this opportunity. But, Shauna’s targets were a specific gender… hmmm…. That might be problematic.

"You’ve both heard of me, I’m flattered. And I assure you, there’s nothing icky about me unless you happen to live in the Bible Belt.” Shauna didn’t even seem to mind the comment. She’d heard worse. She wasn’t giving up on either pursuit - though Ophelia’s remark about the sad ones was true enough; she wasn’t exactly desperate for the prize but Kit and True were fighters. They made the chase worth it. "However, yes, I am Shauna and yes the goal is to, indeed. ‘Fuck Shauna’ and that is an open invitation, girls. I don’t know about anyone but my black book is rather full of red marks. Just ask one of your cheer leaders here, I’m sure one of them has had their world changed. But I’d love to tell you all about my technique. Perhaps over dinner. I’ll even be sure to make you breakfast.”

As intriguing as the offer sounded and as much as the inexperienced girl wanted experience, True’s mind went elsewhere, as her gaze turned to the bleachers, where her mother was waiting. It wasn’t like she’d agree to the invitation anyways. Her heart belonged to someone else. “Uh, maybe some other time. I have somewhere to be.” Nowhere in particular. More like she had an engagement with someone.

She looked at Shauna with a pleasant smile, before turning to Ophelia, “Thank you for the opportunity! As much as I’d like to stay and hang out with the girls, tonight isn’t going to be a good night for the O’Connor house… I don’t think… man, it’s going to be terrible.” The daunting realization of how much tonight would suck, having no idea Damian was going to make it ten times worse by avoiding their house all together, was settling in. “I could catch you later? My digits are on that form thingy you had us sign.” Actually, True was going to find a way out of this mess no matter what and maybe track down a certain someone. Now that she got on the team, she could focus on what was more important. Her heart’s desire. Priorities.

Melody wasn’t hard to convince either, especially since Truly Bliss wasn’t the one on the hot seat. For once, her brother was the one in trouble, a lot of trouble, and not her. Honestly, her mother would probably prefer having a private conversation with her son, so yes, True had a chance to escape and do what she wanted. So, she’d take it.

Turning her body to her bestie and putting her hands on her shoulders, True’s expression turned serious. Super serious. “Are you going to stay with them or do you need a ride home? You. Need. Sleep”

“Whaaaat? No, I’m okay. I got Red Bull, in my bag.” Kit said with a dumb smile and a wink, before she leaned in further. “You’re coming with me,” she hissed in a low voice, before pulling True behind the table and toward Ophelia, their first class ticket to Candyland. Were there beds in Candyland? She certainly hoped so…

Ophelia shrugged her shoulders, and then went back to directing traffic. Only one spot left on the squad now! And together, the council waded through the oncoming girls, each more desperate than the last, but none of them really having what they were looking for (Shauna notwithstanding). Unfortunately, they went through almost the entire line, before someone (coincidentally, another freshman) did something impressive.

Ophelia clapped her hands and smiled, “That was awesome! I think you’re the — wait, hold up.” Ophelia looked down at her phone, reading a text from Hailey. “...who’s Hana park? Does anyone know who that is? No? You know what? It doesn’t matter. Sorry kid, you’re out, Hana’s in. Hailey’s call.”

The younger girl’s eyes went wide as if Ophelia had ripped away her favorite toy, and she opened her mouth to protest, before Ophelia held up a hand. “Are you gonna tell Hailey no?” The girl froze, before shaking her head slowly and Ophelia shrugged her shoulders. “That’s what I thought. Maybe next time, kid.” The girl’s eyes started to water, but Ophelia just gave her an apologetic shrug.

With that, she turned to the others in the group. “Okay~ Let’s go to Candyland.” She said happily, and Kit gave a thumbs up. Then Ophelia looked at Shauna and pointed at the crying freshman. “Enjoy.”

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@DrewVonAwesomeThat's correct.

Mahoutokoro School of Magic: A Harry Potter Universe RP

Hi, I'm gonna be here and it's gonna be dope.

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@Slothdiscord.gg/J6xCkC

Here's a link

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@Sloth@Mister Thirteen@DrewVonAwesomeDo you guys want a link to our discord? I'm working on the OOC now, but if you feel like joining the discord I can link you. :)

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@Mister ThirteenAbsolutely join. :)

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Wooo!

So hyped for this!

@Silver Carrot

Me too man. Me too.

I almost joined this last time, I'm going to have to change that.

@DrewVonAwesome

Happy to have you.

I might potentially have an idea in mind for an uppity young lion on excursion from the Far East, if such a thing is viable.

Will keep an eye on this.

@Sloth

Yes, you can definitely play someone from Japan. :)

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The story so far

Aftershock, with Wade Palmer

“This month has been insane. There’s no other way for me to put it, hell, I don’t even have any interviews planned tonight because I’ve got so much to cover! Let’s start at the beginning. Just last month, at AWE Judgment Day, after wrestling his heart out against Caiden Winters in the main event, AWE World Champion Drayden had to be helped to the back. It was soon diagnosed as a rather serious injury, which is going to lead to him having almost nine months on the shelf.” Roddy Quinn’s golden boy finally cracked from the weight of having to carry this company for the past eight years. Of course, he’d been champion at the time; it’d been a rare occurrence for him to not be wearing the belt, and this was no different. Unfortunately, it happened and he was out for now. So, the new writing team who were only recently given the keys to the kingdom, were left without a mega babyface to pass the torch to… anyone.

Kevin Harrison, JP Carling, and Gary Palmer were thrown into the fire then and there. Roddy Quinn came into one meeting, looked Kevin in the eyes and said quite simply: ‘Fix this.’ So, Kevin had done his best. He’d had a plan that ended with Caiden Winters having the title, but it wasn’t time yet. Not then. Too soon.

The lads scrambled and worked their asses off for almost two days straight, fueled by Red Bull, pizza, and the fact that their jobs probably relied on how good of a booking job they did in this instance. Their solution? A tournament. It wasn’t perfect! But, it would work. It would handle the transfer of the title belt to someone else. And that tournament is coming to a head at Sin City Showdown, the upcoming monthly PPV put on by AWE, taking place at the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada. Kevin and his boys would rebuild the company by the light of a neon moon, dammit.

“Chaos Clayton and Gethin Rhys are going to war this Sunday for the honor of being the next AWE Champion, for the chance to truly step into the spotlight. For the chance to dethrone Drayden as the undisputed king and face of the company. They’ve spilled blood, sweat, and tears alike to get to this point. The entire roster fought hard for their shot, and some of them… some of them got screwed.”

The man on the screen paused for a moment, as if everyone should know who he was talking about, but it was his job to reiterate points over and over and drill them into the audience’s head like an annoying bumblebee. “Of course, I’m talking about Caiden Winters. He took Drayden to one of the closest title defenses he’s seen, and he felt that he should have been handed the belt after it got vacated, rather than have to participate in a tournament for it. And then? He was screwed out in the first round. Beaten because of someone who cheated. He took it personally.”

Because who wouldn’t? Caiden Winters wrestled his heart out and put everything he had into his match. The crowd loved him, the crowd wanted him to win and honestly? He all but had the win locked in before he was hit with a lowblow and the tights were grabbed for the win. For all Wade and the fans knew, Caiden should very well be in the main event. But Caiden Winters had overdone it, blaming the official and brutally assaulting the offending referee.

“Perhaps too personally. He almost killed the referee after the match, which even I know was uncalled for — and I’ll be the first one to tell you: I’m a huge Caiden Winters fan. He got suspended, which was a fair call. Let’s face it: you put your hands on an official, and you deserve to be punished. It’s that simple. But, Caiden took that personally too, maybe he thinks Roddy Quinn is out to get him.” Wade shrugged his shoulders hopelessly. It was well known that he’d recruited Caiden Winters for the AWE. Maybe he blamed himself for what happened next.

“Winters attacked a defenseless Roddy backstage, and left the boss bloody on the floor. Then, he went to the ring and was very clear about the reality of the situation: Caiden Winters hates Roddy Quinn, and that hate is driven by a feeling of being overlooked, underutilized, and ignored, all while being one of the best in this business.”

“Roddy Quinn has never been one to take, well, anything lying down. This wasn’t an exception. The next week, Roddy laid out a challenge. Roddy Quinn would step into the ring against Caiden Winters in a No Holds Barred match. The week after that? Caiden and Roddy signed a contract. It’s official, and it’s happening this Sunday, at Sin City Showdown. Be sure to catch the finals of the World Championship tournament, and to see if Roddy Quinn has bit off more than he can chew, and so much more as we come to you live, on PPV.”

Wade smiled at the camera, and the show came to a close.

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Hi!

This is going to be a reboot of AWE, and we’re largely following the framework we set before. We’re going to be starting with a small cast of the people who are staying from the original iteration, and for the most part those characters will be our uppercard/main event scene to begin with. Over time, we want to build your characters from the midcard/undercard, to the biggest superstars they can be.

But you don’t have to limit yourself to just playing a wrestler. Feel free to play anything you want. No, seriously. Anything you want! A member of the production team, a wrestler, a women wrestler, a valet, a mouthpiece, the sound guy, a tag team… It really doesn’t matter, the choice is yours to make.

In ring promos and backstage interviews will be the biggest ways you’re able to build your characters up, but there’s also the wrestling. It’s understandably a little intimidating to write the action packed scenes required when you’re booked to wrestle someone else, but I promise it isn’t as tough as it seems! We’ll be booking the results of matches ahead of time, and you’ll know who what character you’re working with and who you’re writing with and have plenty of time to get your match up. The GMs recommend using Google docs to collaboratively work on matches. It’s fun, and simple.

I know it’s kind of a wild idea, but it worked well last time and honestly? It’s by far my favorite RP. Last time it went well and it pittered out because of a few things that happened OOC to the GM team, leaving us unable to push it forward.

I don’t foresee this happening this time, so I’m hopeful it’s able to go a lot longer! I decided to include the character sheet skeleton,
so feel free to try and get your character in writing.

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• PLEASE REMOVE THE SPACE IN [ hr] (that's a line breaker) WITHIN THE C.S. CODE
• You are free to change color of character sheets and/or put fancy text if you'd like.
• Real face claim required.
• Sheets in hider. If it's a wrestler, please put the name they're known as, as the hider text. If it's a non-wrestler, their first name will suffice.
• Have fun! The world is your oyster.

Wrestler Character Sheet Example

WRESTLER NAME IN DIALOGUE COLOR
^{You may use special font if you'd like}

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Quote or Slogan

^{Height - Weight | Years of Experience}

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|Birth Name |
» BIOLOGICAL NAME

|Hails From |
» BIRTHPLACE
» BIRTHDAY & AGE; IE. February 21, 1993 (24)

|Fighting Style |
» Small description of how your character fights

|Signature Moves |
» Move 1
» Move 2
» Move 3
» Optional: Move 4. If you do not have 4 moves, please delete this.

|Finisher |
» Finisher 1
» Finisher 2

|Theme |
» Link to the song your character walks in. IE. Glorious Domination

|Gimmick |
» A wrestler's in-ring persona, character, behaviour, attire and/or other distinguishing traits while performing which are usually artificially created in order to draw fan interest. If you'd like, you may describe their entrance or save it for IC. Your call.

|Face or Heel |
» Face: Good guy?; Heel: Bad guy?; Tween: Anti-Hero?

|Backstage Rep |
» Tell us a little bit about your character out of the ring! You can write as much as you want.

|Other |
» Anything else you would like us to know?
» Please put your face claim name here.

Wrestler Character Template

[hider=WRESTLER NAME][center][h2][color=DIALOGUE COLOR????]WRESTLER NAME[/color][/h2][ hr][ hr][h3][b][i]Quote or Slogan[/i][/b][/h3]
[img]PICTURE OR GIF[/img]
[sup]Height - Weight | Years of Experience[/sup][/center]
[ hr][ hr]
[b]|[u]Birth Name     [/u]|[/b]
» BIOLOGICAL NAME

[b]|[u]Hails From     [/u]|[/b] 
» BIRTHPLACE
» BIRTHDAY & AGE; IE. February 21, 1993 (24)

[b]|[u]Fighting Style     [/u]|[/b]
» Small description of how your character fights 

[b]|[u]Signature Moves     [/u]|[/b]
» Move 1
» Move 2
» Move 3
» Optional: Move 4. If you do not have 4 moves, please delete this. 

[b]|[u]Finisher     [/u]|[/b]
» Finisher 1
» Finisher 2

[b]|[u]Theme     [/u]|[/b]
» Link to the song your character walks in.

[b]|[u]Gimmick    [/u]|[/b]
» A wrestler's in-ring persona, character, behaviour, attire and/or other distinguishing traits while performing which are usually artificially created in order to draw fan interest. If you'd like, you may describe their entrance or save it for IC. Your call. 

[b]|[u]Face or Heel     [/u]|[/b]
» Face: Good guy?; Heel: Bad guy?; Tween: Anti-Hero? 

[b]|[u]Backstage Rep     [/u]|[/b]
» Tell us a little bit about your character out of the ring! You can write as much as you want. 

[b]|[u]Other     [/u]|[/b]
» Anything else you would like us to know?  
» Please put your face claim name here.[/hider]

Non-Wrestler Character Sheet Example

NAME IN DIALOGUE COLOR
^{You may use special font if you'd like}

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Quote

^{Height - Weight | Years at AWE}

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|Birth Name |
» BIOLOGICAL NAME

|Hails From |
» BIRTHPLACE
» BIRTHDAY & AGE; IE. February 21, 1993 (24)

|Job at AWE |
» SELF EXPLANATORY

|Skills |
» List as many as you'd like, this can compliment your job.

|Reason for being here |
» SELF EXPLANATORY

|Looks & Style |
» What can people expect from you? How do you carry yourself image-wise?

|Personality Traits |
» List as many as you want, so long as it gives us an idea of who your character is.

|Favorite wrestler |
» You do not need to fill this out until we get wrestlers in.

|Rep at AWE |
» Tell us a little bit about your character out of the ring! You can write as much as you want.

|Other |
» Anything else you would like us to know?
» Please put your face claim name here.

Non-Wrestler Template

[hider=FIRST NAME][center][h2][color=DIALOGUE COLOR????]NAME[/color][/h2][ hr][ hr][h3][b][i]Quote[/i][/b][/h3]
[img]PICTURE OR GIF[/img]
[sup]Height - Weight | Years of Experience[/sup][/center]
[ hr][ hr]
[b]|[u]Birth Name     [/u]|[/b]
» BIOLOGICAL NAME

[b]|[u]Hails From     [/u]|[/b] 
» BIRTHPLACE
» BIRTHDAY & AGE; IE. February 21, 1993 (24)

[b]|[u]Job at AWE     [/u]|[/b]
» SELF EXPLANATORY

[b]|[u]Skills     [/u]|[/b]
» List as many as you'd like, this can compliment your job. 

[b]|[u]Reason for being here     [/u]|[/b]
» SELF EXPLANATORY

[b]|[u]Looks & Style     [/u]|[/b]
» What can people expect from you? How do you carry yourself image-wise? 

[b]|[u]Personality Traits     [/u]|[/b]
» List as many as you want, so long as it gives us an idea of who your character is. 

[b]|[u]Favorite wrestler    [/u]|[/b]
» You do not need to fill this out until we get wrestlers in.  

[b]|[u]Rep at AWE    [/u]|[/b]
» Tell us a little bit about your character out of the ring! You can write as much as you want. 

[b]|[u]Other     [/u]|[/b]
» Anything else you would like us to know?  
» Please put your face claim name here.[/hider]

Okay, I’m done copying things from the old thread (thanks @Lovely Complex for making sheet templates). Post here if you’re interested, or have any questions I’m hoping to get the actual OOC up by like Sunday or Monday.

Remember: The entire world is watching.

CANCELLED.

_{A @Universorum and @smarty0114 collaborative project
Featuring: A Double and Wyatt
Location: Burntown
Interacting with: A buncha midgets}

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Burntown was, in Alan Alexander’s opinion, California’s best kept secret. Yes, California’s. Maybe even America’s. When he was growing up, his dad and his dad’s best friend would tell him stories about the skatepark, which was all but abandoned by that point. It had been their stomping ground, and A Double had been intent on making it his. The very second he’d learned to skateboard, he’d wanted to go to the legendary skatepark. And he had, he’d gone with his father and Davy Powers and they’d skateboarded. And it was heaven.

It was fantastic, it was amazing. No one saw it, man! A Double’s heart was almost ripped out when he saw how few people were there — it had just been him and his dad and his dad’s friend at first. In fact, the skatepark was in danger of being removed for a long time; when he’d been younger there had been no one there. Nobody understood the history behind the place, not back then. From the legendary snake run the Z-Boys had ran way back in the day, to the halfpipe where Tony Hawk had landed the first 900, the skatepark was damn near a piece of history.

As A Double grew up, and found his way… he wasn’t quite as antisocial as Davy had been. Davy was the LA local, but he’d not really brought anyone around, so it had been him who’d ran the snake run solo day in and day out. A Double, on the other hand? He had friends, and was generally a popular, well liked boy. He’d saved the park, through simply bringing people and just… skating. Forgetting everything else, and just skating. Not all of them were virtuosos like he was, but that didn’t matter! It really, truly didn’t.

It became known as Burntown as A Dubs became the king of the stoners, and it got associated with that type of people. The skaters and the stoners were almost one and the same, sure there were one or two skaters that didn’t smoke, and a couple of stoners that didn’t skate, and just liked the camaraderie of the place, but it didn’t matter to A Double. If the halls of BHHS were Hailey’s kingdom, then Burntown was his.

He was a man of the people, really more of a leader and a king than he even realized. He and his kind just hung out there, almost always. Dreamland was great, sure, but that was his parent’s Dreamland. This was his. He’d even made a few additions in his time there, including building his own little chill spot, which was really just a lean to he and Wyatt had set up with a shitty old leather couch, a crappy TV A Double had lifted from his parents, an internet connection they bummed from the library, and a minifridge filled with snacks. It may not have been perfect, but dammit it was home.

And that was where A Double found himself now. A cream soda in one hand, a joint in the other, Wyatt to his side, and We Bare Bears blasting on the TV. The others came to them sometimes, younger kids for skating advice, older kids for weed, and A Double was happy to help everyone out! He loved it here, he loved the people, the atmosphere, even the gross smell of the air. If it wasn’t for Burntown, he wouldn’t have a place to hang out, or skate, or just have friends.

Every day started here, and ended at Captain Cuddles with greasy pizza being shoved down their throats.

And honestly? It was heaven.

He passed the joint over to Wyatt and looked at his watch, tapping it. “I feel like… the others should… be here. Shouldn’t they? It seems like it’s that time.” However, on A Double’s watch screen, was not the time. A Double was staring at the weather. This new weed was good.

Wyatt couldn’t help but burst out laughing at A Double’s watch. It helped that he was already, baked, but it was also one of the funnier things that had happened to him recently, at least in his opinion. ”Dude, that’s the weather,” Wyatt said before taking a long drag off the joint and passing it back to A Double. Wow. That was good weed.

”Anyways, Raf is probably tied up with Anime Club, Rose is probably being Rose, and Quincy… well she’s your girlfriend, not mine,” Wyatt said, naming off the usual suspects. ”Hey! Speaking of Quincy, what’s the sitch with you too? Did you guys sleep together? Is that why she was over the other night? Has the V Card finally been lost?” Wyatt asked, bombarding A Double with questions.

Oh man those questions were flying at him. Zing! Zing! Zing! How was he supposed to keep up with such rapid fire bombardments of hard hitting questions? First thing first. A Double put the joint in between his lips and stared at his watch for a second, adjusting it to show the time. There. Much better, now it served a purpose! Then, he turned his attention to Wyatt and thought about things. “Okay. Do you remember the party you didn’t go to, on account of you got too high and passed out in my room? Well, at that party, I was just building a sand throne, and Q came out and was like ‘I think I’m love with you!’ and I was like ‘alright, cool.’” A Double did his best to paint a picture where he wasn’t a stuttering mess. “And then she jumped on my lap and she kissed me and she shoved her tongue in my mouth and then she turned so she could straddle me and it was real weird, but then she knocked my bong out of the bong holder that I had built for it so I dove for it and we fell in the sand… It was James Bong, dude! Double O 420. I couldn’t let him go down.”

He paused, but only for the briefest of seconds to take in a drag, and hand it over. There was a small period of coughing, before he was back into his story. “Anyway, while we laid there in the sand, I realized I really wanted McDonald’s, so I asked her if she wanted to get some McDonald’s and she was like ‘yeah, sure.’ So we went and did that. Then, to answer your second question, she was over because I was really high and really hungry and I forgot to drop her off. She slept in the same bed as me, but we were clothed. My belly was full. I was happy and sleepy. So I just went to sleep. Anyway, the only reason we never said anything, mind you, I wanted to, was she thought everyone would get all weird about it and that it might change like, the dynamic of our group. I tried telling her it wouldn’t! But she insisted. I don’t really like being a secret, though, so I’m glad that’s over… Oh, V-Card is still firmly in the wallet.”

Wyatt sat, wide eyed and attentive, as A Double recounted the beginnings of him and Q’s relationship. He was intrigued, of course. Two of his best friends, dating? Uh, yeah. Q was already his mom practically. And A Double was definitely not his dad, but like, it was still cool. ”So, are you guys good now? She seemed pretty peeved during homeroom,” Wyatt observed, hoping A Double would say yes. He was already too invested into this relationship for it to shatter so quick.

“Yeah, I kissed her and told her how I feel and it seemed okay. I think we’re good, and all public and stuff. So that’s nice. At least I’ll get snuggles when we’re all hanging out now, instead of thinking ‘man, it’d be nice to be snuggling my girlfriend.’ This is tough work! Turns out, Q is emotional. Who knew?” A Double looked up at the sky for a few seconds, before looking at Wyatt. “...wanna go get tacos?”

Wyatt gasped with excitement. ”Of fucking course I want tacos!” he shouted, jumping up from his spot on the couch. Right as he was grabbing his jacket he saw a group of four or five underclassmen, making their way towards A Double’s makeshift throne room. He squinted and saw Stephen Rhett leading the pack, nursing a black eye. ”Yo, A Double! Your bitch of a girlfriend fucking punched me! As long as she’s around, we aint!” Stephen shouted. Wyatt winced and turned to A Double. Stephen had the wrong idea of A Double if he thought any part of that was gonna work for him. This wasn’t Hailey’s turf, that kind of petty politics wouldn’t fly here.

A Double frowned as he looked at the angry, younger boy. “She really hit you? That’s not cool, I’ll talk to her about that. But if you wanna go somewhere else, I guess that’s up to you, man… I hear the skatepark on Wesley Avenue is pretty tight! Maybe you guys can go hang out there? Hey, me and Wyatt are gonna go get tacos. You guys want tacos? It won’t make your eye less swollen, but… tacos are pretty good! I’ll buy.” A Double said, and almost instantly his normal large smile was back on his face. Wyatt was right. A Dubs didn’t care, if people wanted to go elsewhere, that was up to them.

Stephen scowled and shook his head, storming off with his posse. ”Yeah that’s right, you heard the man! Beat it, midgets!” Wyatt shouted after the underclassmen, much more energy in his voice than in A Doubles. If A Double was the king, then Wyatt was his hype man. Did kings even have hype men? Wyatt didn’t care either way. ”Come on my man! Let’s get tacos!”

Geeze. What kind of monsters could possibly turn down tacos? FREE. TACOS. Crazy. Though he did not voice his immediate concern, A Double wondered if people who declined free tacos were the kind of people they wanted around Burntown, anyway. “Yeah, totally. I’m feelin’ carne asada tacos, and maybe some deep fried ice cream…” A Double muttered, finally standing up and gesturing for his friend to follow him as he headed toward the exit of Burntown. A Double then pulled out his phone, and thought about texting Q. Thought about it, and then he realized that texting wasn’t the right thing to do. They were in a relationship. That meant he had to exercise a lost art. A Double pressed the call button, and for damn near the first time since he’d bought the phone, he put it to his ear and listened to the dial tone.

Q damn near threw her phone across her room before checking the caller id. At the sight of A Double sticking his tongue out like an idiot her face softened and she picked up. ”Yeah babe?” She winced. Were they at ‘babe’ level yet? Hopefully, cause she just went for it.

See, he knew calling her was the right thing to do! How exciting! A Double’s face immediately lit up with that huge smile and he excitedly spoke to Q. “I’m babe now! Cool.” You’re good, Q. Carry on. “Hey, so this guy said you punched him? Uhm, you probably shouldn’t do that I think. I didn’t say anything while he was here because I don’t like to be rude, but I bet he totally deserved it. Anyway, me and Wyatt are going to get tacos! You want tacos?”

Q couldn’t help but grin, despite the mention of Stephen. ”We can talk about that later. Of course I want tacos, pick me up in 10?” Q said. She didn’t feel the need to explain to A Double how apparently a bunch of their supposed friends hated her because she used to run with Hailey. It wasn’t like she thought A Double would have anything to say about it, because of course he wouldn’t. He was the chillest guy she knew. It was more so that she didn’t feel the need to remind herself that she’d never be one of them.

“Sure! But… where are you?” That was an important portion of picking her up for tacos… Maybe she was home? He didn’t care, really. They’d go pick her up, and then get delicious tacos, and then come back! Or something else. A Double was open to suggestions! “Also, I don’t usually call people, but I thought it was kinda like the right thing to do. Since we’re a real thing now? It works, like, in my head…”

Q shook her head, chuckling. ”I’m at home right now, the gates open though so you can drive on in. And, calling works just fine. Alright, I’ll see you in a few. Bye.” Quincy said, before hanging up the phone.

Back at Burntown, Wyatt flashed A Double a sly grin and nodded suggestively at his friend. ”Niiiiiice!”