KatherinWinter said
kind of like this. They would have access to anything a teacher needs
Yay!! Computers in the classroom! Learning is fun!! *stays on Tumblr all day*
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Yay!! Computers in the classroom! Learning is fun!! *stays on Tumblr all day*
I dunno. Probably because you're the one going around bitching out everyone?, Quipped Rowena in her mind. This chick, she certainly looked the authoritative type. Must be part of that Savant group the school had. In Rowena's mind, the brainwashed Hitler Youth of the Academy, which might as well just call itself fascist. "Good." Rowena said to the red haired girl. "So uh...you gonna show it to me or do I have to walk there?" That little bit of cynicism was supposed to stay with Rowena, but unfortunately, she had to let that one slip.
Jeez....this place already sucks. Rowena pondered finishing off the last bit of her smoke and carelessly snuffing it out on the table. She glanced over to some girl talking to another, something about lunch already being over and class already starting. How wonderful Rowena had to be dropped off by the police just as the most despised part of school had to rear its ugly head. "Fuck..." She growled under her breath, standing from the table and gathering up her bag. She walked over to the red haired girl, bringing her hand down on the girl's shoulder, "Hey. You know where the classroom is?"
Throwing her bag over her shoulder, Rowena sighed yet again, fiddling in the pocket of her jacket for her crumpled pack of Marlboro Lights and her lighter. Taking one of the slightly bent cigarettes from the pack, she clenched it between her dry lips and lit it, taking a couple of drags and breathing ghostly wisps of translucent smoke into the air. As with many schools, she figured they too had a no smoking policy, and as with many no smoking policies, when did Rowena ever care? The cig still dangling from her mouth precariously, she trudged past the Academy's courtyard, her boots clacking firm against the concrete pathway before she stepped into the main building and down to the cafeteria. Barely wishing to speak to anyone, she took a seat at the farthest possible table, propping her boots up and leaning back in her chair, yet again taking a few more drags on her cigarette.
Well.....There's my intro post. Might've gone a bit overboard with it, but my excuse....Dramatic effect >.>;
*Music*
As she sat, elbow inclined to the windowsill of the left passenger door, her weary head resting upon her hand clad in a leather fingerless glove, just as her right, Rowena sighed, a mournful breath parting her lips and collecting upon the glass bespeckled by stray drops of bitter November rain. Where was she exactly? It was the last place any girl her age should be, cold and alone in the back of a moving Police Cruiser. There was no cushioning to the seats, only the hard, thick plastic pushing against her, just attributing all the more to this ride's burdening discomfort. She kept thinking back to that very day...the day she punched that old man square in the face, every bit of force behind her fist in one quick slug. Little did she know that very hit would abruptly end the man's life. Now she wasn't just some piece of street trash, she was trash with a murder rep.
The Police car finally came to a halt, the quiet squeak of the old brakes signaling that they had arrived. From her almost "undead" trance, Rowena broke and looked upwards. A grimace was quick to come to her face as she saw The Academy, just as cold and bleak as it looked in those brochures that slimy District Attorney was pushing on her. Her grimace had only twisted more as a cop approached her from behind, ordering her to put her hands behind her back in the most authoritative but cruel voice he could muster. She shivered slightly at the cold steel clenching her wrists, gritting her teeth in utter displeasure at the telltale click. The other officer soon departed from the vehicle....with a shotgun in his hand. What the hell did he need that for?! Were they escorting Rowena to Death Row or something? The girl could only assume, seeing how these two Pigs treated her like she was the lowest of scum. Cuffed and at gunpoint, there she was being escorted up to the gate, already this "Academy" looking like Folsom Prison. "Well here you are." Grumbled the cop that was packing heat, probably itching just to flip the safety on that Remmington and blow Rowena's head clean off. "Welcome to your new home. Got any last words to say?" Rowena glanced up at the prick, a bit of a defiant sneer crossing her pierced lip as she replied, "Yeah....Fuck you!" Angered, the cop flung Rowena's duffel bag, ordering his buddy to Uncuff the bitch! so they could be on their way, leaving Rowena burning with her own rancorous hate, a harsh glare as she watched the two Pigs pile into the cruiser and drive away.
As she sat, elbow inclined to the windowsill of the left passenger door, her weary head resting upon her hand clad in a leather fingerless glove, just as her right, Rowena sighed, a mournful breath parting her lips and collecting upon the glass bespeckled by stray drops of bitter November rain. Where was she exactly? It was the last place any girl her age should be, cold and alone in the back of a moving Police Cruiser. There was no cushioning to the seats, only the hard, thick plastic pushing against her, just attributing all the more to this ride's burdening discomfort. She kept thinking back to that very day...the day she punched that old man square in the face, every bit of force behind her fist in one quick slug. Little did she know that very hit would abruptly end the man's life. Now she wasn't just some piece of street trash, she was trash with a murder rep.
The Police car finally came to a halt, the quiet squeak of the old brakes signaling that they had arrived. From her almost "undead" trance, Rowena broke and looked upwards. A grimace was quick to come to her face as she saw The Academy, just as cold and bleak as it looked in those brochures that slimy District Attorney was pushing on her. Her grimace had only twisted more as a cop approached her from behind, ordering her to put her hands behind her back in the most authoritative but cruel voice he could muster. She shivered slightly at the cold steel clenching her wrists, gritting her teeth in utter displeasure at the telltale click. The other officer soon departed from the vehicle....with a shotgun in his hand. What the hell did he need that for?! Were they escorting Rowena to Death Row or something? The girl could only assume, seeing how these two Pigs treated her like she was the lowest of scum. Cuffed and at gunpoint, there she was being escorted up to the gate, already this "Academy" looking like Folsom Prison. "Well here you are." Grumbled the cop that was packing heat, probably itching just to flip the safety on that Remmington and blow Rowena's head clean off. "Welcome to your new home. Got any last words to say?" Rowena glanced up at the prick, a bit of a defiant sneer crossing her pierced lip as she replied, "Yeah....Fuck you!" Angered, the cop flung Rowena's duffel bag, ordering his buddy to Uncuff the bitch! so they could be on their way, leaving Rowena burning with her own rancorous hate, a harsh glare as she watched the two Pigs pile into the cruiser and drive away.
KatherinWinter said
She and Roxy will get along WELL *sacrasm*
Not sure what that means, but CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! >:D
Vortex said
It looks good. Unfortuantly I'm not the GM and she is currently away so I'm sorry but you will have to wait for a little while.
It's cool. I'll probably check back early tomorrow.
Name:
Rowena Kainestrom
Age:
17
Description/Appearance:
Personality: Though cynical and often times bitter, rarely does Rowena speak, but when she does, she's not afraid to tell you what's on her mind. She's usually a cool and collected person, but you rub her the wrong way, you only have yourself to blame for that black eye you got. She hates bullies and absolutely despises snobby, stuck up people. Rowena's a music lover at heart, but only certain types of music since she absolutely despises pop music. She is also a heavy smoker, usually smoking two and half packs per day.
Bio:
Rowena grew up in a broken home, impoverished, looked down upon, and battered. Her mother and father were both drug addicts who neglected and abused her physically and mentally, and she was often times kicked out of her house and left on the streets, where she practically grew up the rest of her life. A loner by nature, she never really had much friends, and the ones she had were either thrown in jail or ended up dead by the usual drug overdose, homicide, or drunk driving accident. In all honesty, the only friend Rowena had growing up was music. Whenever she was kicked out of her own house, she would go to a nearby record store, spending days listening to anything from classical music to punk to metal. School was never a thing for her, Rowena believing after living on the streets, she didn't need it. However, that all changed the night an old man had caught her stealing beer from the liquor store. He tried to grab Rowena, but in a quick reaction, Rowena turned and punched him directly in the face. Never did she realize that fist would put the man in cardiac arrest. The police soon arrested her and she was given an ultimatum, either enroll at the Academy or face jailtime for involuntary manslaughter. Reluctantly, Rowena took the former option.
Group:
The Sedition
Other: She has black angel wings tattooed on both her shoulders and an inverted cross on the left side of her neck.
Rowena Kainestrom
Age:
17
Description/Appearance:
Personality: Though cynical and often times bitter, rarely does Rowena speak, but when she does, she's not afraid to tell you what's on her mind. She's usually a cool and collected person, but you rub her the wrong way, you only have yourself to blame for that black eye you got. She hates bullies and absolutely despises snobby, stuck up people. Rowena's a music lover at heart, but only certain types of music since she absolutely despises pop music. She is also a heavy smoker, usually smoking two and half packs per day.
Bio:
Rowena grew up in a broken home, impoverished, looked down upon, and battered. Her mother and father were both drug addicts who neglected and abused her physically and mentally, and she was often times kicked out of her house and left on the streets, where she practically grew up the rest of her life. A loner by nature, she never really had much friends, and the ones she had were either thrown in jail or ended up dead by the usual drug overdose, homicide, or drunk driving accident. In all honesty, the only friend Rowena had growing up was music. Whenever she was kicked out of her own house, she would go to a nearby record store, spending days listening to anything from classical music to punk to metal. School was never a thing for her, Rowena believing after living on the streets, she didn't need it. However, that all changed the night an old man had caught her stealing beer from the liquor store. He tried to grab Rowena, but in a quick reaction, Rowena turned and punched him directly in the face. Never did she realize that fist would put the man in cardiac arrest. The police soon arrested her and she was given an ultimatum, either enroll at the Academy or face jailtime for involuntary manslaughter. Reluctantly, Rowena took the former option.
Group:
The Sedition
Other: She has black angel wings tattooed on both her shoulders and an inverted cross on the left side of her neck.
Hi! Is this still accepting?
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