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In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: Harper Estate
Featuring: Jackson Harper (Sav’s father) and Deana Jenkins (Sav’s future stepmother)
Mentions: ….take a lucky guess @Silent Observer

“Dad, Deana, I’m home!” Sav called out against the loud jazz music she was greeted with as she walked into the Harper Estate and shut and locked the door behind her. Delicious aromas wafted through the entryway, the smell of homemade marinara sauce filling Sav’s senses. Dropping her bag down in front of the coat closet, she slipped off her shoes and walked towards the kitchen where she was met with a sight that made her smile. Her father and Deana, her soon to be stepmother, were ballroom dancing around the kitchen and laughing like there was no tomorrow. She stood against the wall, not saying anything, but just admiring their smiles and carefree nature. It made Sav’s heart soar and a smirk come to her face to see her father so happy. It took an additional two seconds for the pair to notice the redhead watching them, and laughed once they realized how silly they looked.

“We’re practicing for the Ocean’s 17 after party- there’s going to be a live band and everything!” Deana explained, breaking away from the dance and moving back towards the stovetop where dinner was cooking. “Your father is very excited to show off his moves on Friday.”

Oh no. Savvy completely forgot about her father’s movie premiere on Friday- Ocean’s 17 was his latest producing venture- which she had promised a few weeks back that she’d attend. Mentally cursing herself, she knew she was in between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand, she didn’t want to disappoint her father, but on the other hand, a gorgeous redhead wanted to take her out on a date.

Guess she’d have to break the news to her father over dinner that she wasn’t coming to the premiere.

“How was school today, Savannah? Learn anything interesting?” Her father, Jackson asked as he set the table, the place settings gleaming underneath the light of the chandelier hanging above.

I learned how to not make a complete fool of myself... Sav thought to herself, but laughed as she gave her dad a real answer. “We talked about derivatives in Calculus today and I thought my head was going to explode.”

“Dinner’s ready!” Deana stated, motioning for her fiancé and Sav to take their seats at the table. Bringing over bowls of pasta, salad, and other sides, she presented the feast she made for family dinner in glorious fashion.

“Once again, we will be eating leftovers for the next week.” Jackson mumbled to Savannah jokingly, which received a light smack from Deana. He spooned some of the pasta onto his plate along with some salad for some greenery. He wasn't too fond of vegetables, just like his daughter, but in order to appease his fiancé, Jackson sucked it up. He was kind of a child in that sense.

“How was work today, Dee?" Savannah asked as she also took a small amount of salad for her plate, imitating her father's actions. Deana smiled, taking a sip of her white wine; she worked as a nurse at the nearby Cedars Sinai hospital and loved talking about her job and her patients.

“Today was good. It definitely had some rocky moments, but there were some highs that were really exciting. The elderly woman I told you guys about, the one who fell in the shower, she got discharged today and walked out of the hospital on her own!" Deana looked over at Jackson and saw him making googly eyes at her; he was so in love with the fact that she was so passionate about her work as a nurse. “Honey, you're staring."

Jackson laughed, taking off his glasses. “There, now you're just a blurry blob instead of my future wife. How's that?" The three laughed and began to eat, falling into silence as they savored the tastes and flavors of Deana’s homemade masterpiece. After a few minutes of eating, Sav’s father spoke again after dabbing his mouth with a napkin. “So for Friday, Savannah, I was thinking that you-” Jackson started to talk about the premiere, but Sav decided she needed to tell him now that she wouldn’t be able to make it on the account of an adorable redhead.

“Actually dad, I’m really sorry, but I can’t come on Friday.” She let her fork clang against her plate as she looked up at him apologetically. Jackson looked up from his food, a little confused at his daughter’s change of heart.

“Why not? I thought you were excited to come see the movie.” He asked, taking another bite of his pasta, and exchanging a look with his fiancé. Savannah shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of how to say this to him. This wasn't the type of conversation she was expecting to have with her father so soon, but alas, there she was, telling him about the new boy in her life.

“I um… actually, have a date on Friday.”

Silence filled the room once again, except this time it was a little more prolonged. Jackson was a little taken aback and didn’t know how to respond. His daughter- his only daughter- was going on a date. He had no clue how to respond, and he didn’t know the right way to respond. So, he went with his gut and tried to keep things casual. “A date? Who’s the lucky man?”

Savvy continued eating, trying to downplay the awkwardness as much as she could. “A guy from my school. He’s on the football team.” She played with the lettuce leaves on her plate, trying to make it look as though she'd eaten more than she actually had.

“Well, what’s his name?” Jackson pried, wanting some more information than just the fact this kid ran around on a field chasing a ball. He took a sip of his red wine and waited in anticipation to hear about his daughter's potential suitor.

“Trevor Wells”

Another prolonged pause came from her father before he spoke again. “Well, that’s nice,” Jackson turned to Deana, “Pass the pasta, please?” He realized he shouldn't ask too many more questions; Jackson knew Sav was responsible and wouldn't go out with anyone who wasn't respectable, so he didn't push the issue.

“So it’s okay with you?” Savannah double checked, not knowing if her father was going to be upset that she wasn't attending, or fine with things entirely.

“Of course it is, Savannah, I’m not going to make you miss out on something for one of my premieres, I have them all the time. But, I expect for him to have you home by curfew. And if he doesn’t, I’ll know, because you know why? I have a-” He wasn't kidding. Sav's father had a movie premiere almost once a month. He worked incredibly hard on many movies as a producer, thus causing him to have a full social schedule. When Jackson started to say his signature line, Sav knew exactly what he was going to say before he said it.

“A fathers intuition.” She completed his sentence, knowing he bragged quite often about his 'gift' of knowing everything and anything Sav was going to say or do. It wasn't perfect, but Jackson did have keen senses, especially when it came to his daughter.

“-father’s intuition, that’s right. Also, he’s not allowed to come inside after the date is over because I don’t need you-”

“Dad!” Savannah interjected, a laugh escaping as she exclaimed and interrupted her father before he could delve deeper into his thoughts. That was the reason why she was so afraid of telling her dad. She didn't need him thinking about things like that, especially since she wasn't thinking things like that. Sav was a good girl and didn't plan on losing it until she met the right person. Whenever that someone decided to come along.

“Jack, honey, let Savannah do what she wants. Besides, that means you and I will have some quality time together on Friday.” Deana wriggled her eyebrows jokingly, getting a laugh from her future step-daughter. “Anyway, Savannah, when’s your next modeling gig? I want to come to one of them one of these days.”

Grateful for the subject change, Savannah grabbed her phone to check her calendar. Modeling was something she had taken up after she moved to Beverly Hills with her father. She was scouted by a colleague of his, and it became a passion of hers quickly since it was something she became quite good at. According to her agents, she had a “natural beauty” that most girls in this state failed to attain.

“This Saturday, actually. I don’t know if it's an editorial shoot or casual, but you definitely should come with me! We can get brunch and go shopping or something beforehand.” Savvy liked the idea of being close to Deana. Having a mother figure out here in California was important to her, especially since her heart hurt whenever she thought about her mother back at home. It was a tough decision to leave her to move to Beverly Hills, but Sav knew it was the right thing for her to do at this point in time.

Jackson couldn’t be happier that his daughter was making an effort to be close with his fiancé. His main apprehension for having her come out to live with him was the fact he was with someone other than Sav's mother, but Savannah was understanding and willing to make it work. “That sounds like a fun afternoon for you two, but please do try to not max out my credit card. I looked at the reciepts last time and nearly had a heart attack.”

Savannah smirked. “I promise, only if you show me the dance moves you're planning on showing off at the party... I'm dying to see them."
In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Riley & Savannah
After school at Heartfelt Bites...
Collab with @Lovely Complex

Savvy was stuck.

Having been holed up in Heartfelt Bites for the past two hours attempting to write her article, she was beginning to get frustrated, her words not sounding as good as she thought they would. If she were writing this by hand, the garbage can in the corner would be overflowing by now with drafts, but since she was on her trusty laptop, the edit history was longer than life itself.

Sav took another bite of her chocolate eclair, savoring the delicious dessert that was currently keeping her sane. She was still a little shaken up from earlier, the incident at practice engrained in her memory, but knew she shouldn’t dwell on it. It had been a long day filled with ups and downs, but as her mother taught her, chocolate was always the cure to anything and everything. A deep sigh escaping her lips, she took a sip of her coffee and continued powering through with the article.

The bell of the door ringed and Riley Wells, the brother to a lovely redhead’s desire, came rolling in with a black helmet on his head and a medium-sized delivery bag on his back, having just gotten done with his round of cheesecake deliveries for the day. All food in this building may it be served at Captain Cuddles, Heartfelt Bites, or The Underground, was influenced and catered by his father, Remy. His father could’ve been the next Gordon Ramsey, minus the anger and cursing, especially with the experience on his belt, but he chose being a father first, chef second. Some people may say settling at a family friendly place like Captain Cuddles was a waste of potential for Remy but Riley knew his father was happy. He got to see him and Trevor grow up and all three of them would patiently wait for their famed father, the money maker of the family, Jareth Wells, to return home from frequent tours and other music obligations. Their life was good and together they all could and would get through anything. At least once all things were out in the open and not left inside one’s head… festering.

Truth be told, Riley was in the dark with a lot of the happenings in Trevor’s life, as of recently, and vice versa. Especially today. They haven’t had enough time for a good heart to heart. Trevor didn’t know about Riley’s party mishap with Marshall and Jamie and Riley didn’t know that Trevor had asked Savannah out, and also gotten in a brutal fight with Jacob. But maybe before dinner they would catch up! There was no doubt that Riley needed brotherly support today — he was a mess.

After exchanging the bag and the money with the afternoon shift manager, Lacy, who usually took care of financing for his father, Riley, while taking off his helmet, sluggishly scanned the menu of the bakery that only had females working there. It definitely had a visual the moment you walked in. Only girls were hired. The color scheme was pink, red, and white. And it was super lovey dovey. Hearts everywhere. It was extremely gag worthy. Usually the girls would attract people that wanted to flirt with them. Riley was pretty sure one of the girls had a crush on him, but he just wasn’t into her like that. Speaking of that girl…

“One cappuccino and a slice of strawberry buttercream cake, right?” Jasmine beamed her dimpled smile and leaned on the counter, with obvious intention to show cleavage. She even added a wink at the end of her words, as if she knew everything about him even if she knew absolutely nothing besides his usual order. If there was one thing Riley knew, this girl had a type, which he has seen during many bakery visits. It usually involved boys that wore black and came off as ‘cool and mysterious’ (edge lords), but he also knew at her school, which wasn’t Beverly Hills High (thank god), she was always in a relationship...one after the other, with different guys. Riley would like to think he knew crazy when he saw it and this girl definitely gave him those vibes.

“Yeah… that’s right.” It didn’t help he was not good at handling encounters like this. After attempting to pay and she stopping him,’it’s on me’, like she had power in this place, he decided to find a seat since the bakery usually brought your food to you. His eyes did light up when he saw a familiar face. Savannah. The girl that captured his brother’s heart. To what extent, Riley didn’t know, but he did know his brother had been crushing on this girl for some time. Clearing his throat, Riley approached the redhead, his helmet rested between his arm and side, “Mind if I sit here? Oh, and yeah, sorry about the party. I don’t usually drink and I might have said things and done things that weren’t okay. Like call you out and totally embarrass my brother.”

Savannah was so engrossed in her writing that she didn’t notice when someone approached the table, and nearly jumped five feet when the person cleared their throat and began to speak. Realizing that it was Riley, she let out a small laugh at her panic, nearly cursing herself for making herself look like an idiot in front of Trevor’s brother. “No, not at all, please do,” She replied, clearing her papers off of the far side of the table to give him some space. Sav smirked at his apology regarding the events of the party, knowing that he had nothing to apologize for- if he hadn’t said anything, things wouldn’t have been the same. “I didn’t mind, it actually made for some good conversation.”

Gratefully, Riley took a seat and placed his helmet under his seat, sweat gleaming from his forehead. Being delivery boy wasn’t the easiest when his father was locally a big hit because of his grinds. “I haven’t seen him all day — he’s probably worried because of how bad the morning show went. Gotta’ take the punches as they come, you know?” His attention went up to Jasmine who loudly placed his drink and cake on the table, purposely side swiping some of Savannah’s papers so that it fell on the ground.

“So you like gingers. Figures.” The girl clicked her tongue with an immense amount of tude.

“What? No.” Riley bent down to pick of Savannah’s papers.

“Then you must be gay.” Hearing that, Riley jolted up, hitting his head on the table. Fuck. He had enough shit going on. His friend hated him. His other friend had god knows what going on with him that made him cry in the closet. Oh wait, Owen did scare the daylights out of him… that would definitely make someone cry. Pulling himself up, his head pounding, Riley placed Savannah’s papers back on the table and watched the girl flip her hair and walk away. Just because he didn’t want to fuck her didn’t make him gay.

“Yeah….punches...right.” Too soon.

From thinking about one altercation to witnessing another, for second time today, Savannah was absolutely shocked by someone’s behavior. What was this girl’s deal anyway? Why did she have to be so rude? “For someone who works at bakery like this, you’d think she’d be nice…” She whispered to Riley, afraid the girl would hear. “Your head okay?”

With a warm smile, Riley nodded at the natural sweetheart and lightheartedly joked, “It’s seen better days, but I’ll survive.” After grabbing his fork, Riley scooped a small piece of cake and cutely nommed it in his mouth. His face lit up. Man, this cake was the best. Too good. Giving himself a moment to enjoy his dessert, he glanced toward Jasmine briefly then back at his brother’s crush, “She doesn’t like that I’m not into her. I come here at least three times a week, which is three times too many for a girl that wants to get in your pants.” The dark haired boy shrugged, continuing to eat the cake, with incredible speed and like nobody was watching. It was like he ate cake as if it were going to run away. “So —” He put his fork down and grabbed his cappuccino. If he could, he’d ask more questions about her progress with his brother, but he didn’t want to come across as that nosey, possessive brother that needed to make sure the girl his brother was into wasn’t batshit. “— you seem deep into writing. What’s your story about?” He’d assume it had something to do with the paper.

Sav couldn’t help but laugh at Riley as he ate his dessert- he acted like a little kid who was experiencing sugar for the first time in the way that he smiled giddily as he ate. But she could agree that the pastries here were that good, and probably looked the same way as she chewed her eclair. Dabbing her mouth with her napkin, Savvy then gathered her papers and stacked them neatly next to her laptop, resembling the way they were before the waitress knocked them off the table.

“It’s actually next week’s main feature for the Orange and Black about the Football team and the upcoming season,” She picked up one of the sheets of paper that had some bullet notes and passed it over to the boy across from her so he could peruse the bits and pieces she had already thought of. “I stopped by tryouts today to do some research, so now I’m planning it all out and beginning to put it on paper- well, screen.” Sav joked, motioning to her computer.

Riley raised an eyebrow when the interview highlights were focused solely on his brother. Absentmindedly, and perhaps rather crudely, Riley said out loud, all the while still looking at the points, “Is this about the team or about my brother?” Don’t get him wrong, his brother was interesting and really did care about Football, but the article would appear bias if it only focused on one person’s opinions, especially after what had transpired this morning. “Don’t you think this should be more about how each player is going to handle losing their biggest asset? This just seems like just another glorified article about an unstoppable team. When everyone knows without Damian… they’re kinda fucked. Sorry for the cursing.”

He didn’t mean to critique her or make it seem like he knew how to find a story better than she could, but none of the students would care about this. At least he didn’t. None of the players knew what to expect this season. Why? Because they lost their captain. Their captain that unified them. How were the boys going to keep that strength? That unified brotherhood? Trevor was too nice and it showed in the written script of her interview with him. The only time his brother actually showed backbone was when he defended someone he cared about. The rest of the players? Jacob, he was too angry. Lucky? He could care less about the winning streak and probably was only there to watch everything fall. The others? They followed the leader. “I want to know what’s going on in Damian’s head. He deserves to clear his name because no one deserves what he’s going through. And it sucks he’s getting punished for a party that we ALL were at.” Riley didn’t know when Savannah’s deadline was, but what she had so far wouldn’t impress Trixie. With all this time Trixie has been spending with him trying to create projects for both his club and her’s, he was starting to realize she was a tough girl to please, which probably was a bitch for the writers of the newspaper club. Her being the editor-in-chief and all.

Savvy willed herself as much as she could to not turn crimson, but her face did not listen to her brain and thus her cheeks began to match her hair. Riley’s comments had quite a lot of truth to them- Sav was so concerned with impressing her crush and talking to him, that her resulting article lacked any real substance. The biggest thing to happen to the team in the past two years had just occurred that morning, and yet her writing didn’t reflect any of it. She sighed deeply, looking down at the ground in defeat. “I got to the tryouts with much better questions, and when Coach Moss said that Trevor was the most likely to not say anything dumb besides Damian, he looked absolutely distraught.” She admitted, “I couldn’t bear to make him feel even worse by talking more about it. Plus, I was going to talk to more people on the team but there was a little...incident that prevented me from doing so..” Sav took another bite of her eclair in frustration. “Needless to say the interview did not go as well as I wanted it to.”

“An incident?” Riley was in the dark as ever. The closet incident was haunting his mind and her bringing up the word ‘incident’ made it wash over him again. Stop, Riley. He took a sip of his coffee before continuing.

“And hey, you’re still a phenomenal writer.” He softened his expression, internally reprimanding himself for hurting Savannah. “Sorry, my brother says I can be a downright ass because I don’t know how to sugarcoat my words. But, you’re extremely welcoming and that’s a great trait to have when it comes to talking to people. If there’s one thing I know journalists have, like Trixie or… Jamie, they’re ruthless. Nothing else matters but the story and what they gain. That’s the only thing you lack and oddly enough, my brother too. But that isn’t a bad thing. You don’t have to corner or pressure someone to get them to speak. And I’m sure you’ll find the best method that works for you.”

“It’s okay, I need some constructive criticism in my life. Sometimes I’m afraid that people aren’t being completely honest with me.” Sav reassured him. It was true- she always worried in the back of her mind that people were putting up a front and saying terrible things behind her back, but this was refreshing. It kind of stung, but it was what was necessary if she wanted to be a writer. “I guess I just need to be more direct and not worry completely about hurting someone else’s feelings, even if I do care about them...” She trailed off, not wanting to say too much more about it.

“But yeah, there was a small incident at tryouts. I don’t know if it’s my place to tell you what happened…” Sav cringed thinking about Riley’s possible reaction to Trevor getting beat up.

“You have to tell me now.” For some reason, Riley didn’t think his brother was involved. He did assume things would go to shit because of Damian being MIA, but his ignorance of never thinking his brother would be directly involved or even that his brother would get hurt, because his brother was kind of his hero and never got hurt, was definitely written on his face. Hopefully the Weekend Warrior wasn’t around because his brother being in the general vicinity of ‘an incident’ was never good for anyone. That bashing site would paint his brother in a bad light and his brother probably didn’t do anything.

“Well…” Savvy tried to tread lightly, not wanting to scare the younger brother of her crush. “I don’t know why, but Jacob threw Trev to the ground during a play, and then they started arguing about something, I don’t know what, but Trevor was really angry. I’ve never seen him lose his cool like that. And then…. they got into a full on brawl, it was pretty bad.” Sav couldn’t help but wonder if it was her fault, since she had pulled Trevor aside to interview him and Jacob didn’t seem to take to that, but she doubted that was it.

Oh.

His brother was involved. A full on brawl? That wasn’t like Trevor at all, unless he was defending someone not something. Did Jacob have beef with anyone? Emotions were probably heightened because Trevor was most likely going to be Captain. That would make anyone on the team that actually cared angry, but if that was the only matter, Trevor wouldn’t have fed into the jabs. Riley knew for one he had nothing going on with Jacob so it didn’t make sense for Jacob to use him against his brother… his eyes rested on the girl in front of him. Was she already that important to him? Important enough for her brother to fight for her? All this time, he thought Trevor’s crush for her wasn’t something too serious. She was pretty and his type.

And yet, he had a feeling they cared about each other more than he expected. Was he going to lose his brother soon? “I’ll check on him.” Riley’s response was short, like he was taking in everything. A new revelation dawned on him — that his relationship with his brother was going to change soon because his brother now had someone else to go to. “Which reminds me… I need to help with dinner tonight. Thanks for letting me sit here, Savannah. You’re... sweet.” Not waiting for a response, Riley got up and left the bakery, forgetting his helmet under his chair.

She knew she shouldn’t have told him. Watching Riley react wasn’t pretty, and she knew that he was probably going to have words with his brother about the events. Oops. But something else was going on, Sav knew he just wasn’t reacting to the fight alone, she could see the wheels turning in his head. But before she could say anything else, he got up and left, clearly not too pleased with the situation. Gazing over at his empty seat, she noticed he had left behind his helmet. “Riley, wait!” She grabbed the helmet and ran out the door after him, catching him before he got too far away. “Don’t need you hitting your head a second time today.”

“Ah, yeah. Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m sure.” Taking the helmet, he placed it on his head and gave her a thumbs up before hopping on his mini motorcycle. His dad didn’t think he was ready for a big one. He gave Savannah a final nod and then the brother to her heart’s desire sped off.

In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Location: Bleachers
Mentions: A certain redhead @Silent Observer and a rude jock @Legion02

Savannah was on cloud 9. Her heart was still beating at a mile a minute as she sat on the bleachers, and that was a good 5 minutes after talking to Trevor. Just the thought of him asking her out made the redhead blush a deep shade of crimson and made her all giggly. Josie had left for work, leaving the girl alone to gaze at the team, and more specifically, at a certain boy. Dreamily, she looked back out onto the field, and although there were probably 50 people there, all she could focus on was red hair peeking out from a helmet in the center.

Savvy was smitten, that was for sure.

Pulling out her notebook, she began writing down some additional notes for the article, regarding the team’s winning streak, info about Coach Moss etc. Little things like that would make the article much more interesting to read for the rest of the school (even though she very well knew that most people wouldn’t even graze it). Football was huge back in Texas, but it seemed to matter a great deal more here at BHHS. Everyone was in tune with the team, and the stands seemed to be filled to the brim at each and every game. Hell, they even added a second season during the spring because it was so popular. The redhead noted the comparisons and differences in her writing.

Sav was looking forward to typing this all out on her laptop later, mostly because she couldn’t wait to listen to her interview with Trevor. Especially since she accidentally didn’t stop recording at the end and got the part where he asked her out; she’d probably play it over and over again until Friday. She couldn’t believe her luck.

Savannah let her eyes wander up to the field again, momentarily ceasing her writing. She watched as the football team ran one of their plays, easily picking out Trevor again in the sea of identical uniforms. Sav noticed him glance over in her direction, and the mere idea of him looking for her in the stands made the girl’s stomach fill with butterflies. However, it was at that very moment that Trevor was brutally thrown to the ground by another player. The girl gasped audibly, instinctively jumping up to her feet and running down a couple of steps, pressing herself up against the chain fence of the bleachers.

“Oh my god, Trevor-” She fretted, her heartbeat picking up once again. The mere thought of her crush getting injured sent the redhead into a spiral of what ifs, and she anxiously waited for him to stand up and walk it off. But he stayed down too long for Sav’s liking which made her worry even more than she already had been. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

Sav let the breath she had been holding in escape from her mouth once she saw Trevor stand up, but still, something didn’t seem right. Savvy knew that a tackle like that wasn’t normal, especially in tryouts. It was when the offender took off his helmet, revealing his identity, that Sav realized that something was definitely wrong. Squinting to see what was happening, a scuffle started to become apparent to the girl as she watched her crush push Jacob back.

Served him right for what he said earlier.

The argument seemed to be getting more heated. What was going on? The redhead was absolutely frozen in her spot against the fence, darting her eyes around to find someone to break up the altercation. Coach Moss seemed to be doing nothing, and the cheerleaders were too busy running tryouts to notice. By the time Savannah looked back at the two players, she caught the glimpse of Jacob looking behind him… towards her? He then seemed to be backing away, but for some reason, Trevor wasn’t having it. It would have been nice to know what they were feuding about because it quickly became a brawl.

Fists were flying, helmets were pulled off, and Sav couldn’t help but cringe and look away, unable to bear the sight of a fight. Screams of anguish made her heart drop to the floor, making her feel so helpless from the stands. Although she and Trevor were far from being an item, and she knew that this was only the very beginning of a possible thing, she cared deeply about his safety and wellbeing. It wasn’t until she heard the whistle of Coach Moss that she looked back- Jacob was literally on top of Trevor glaring at him, and if looks could kill, her date on Friday would have been quickly canceled. The Coach seemed to be reprimanding them, which caused the two boys to untangle from each other and stand on two feet, beginning to run laps around the field.

Savvy figured that Trevor would be too worked up after the interaction, and probably wouldn’t want her watching him suffer, so she retreated, grabbing her things and walking down the steps of the bleachers. She knew he wasn’t the type to get in a fight over something, which was the most confusing part, causing her to wonder what it was he got so angry about. Plus, after what she’d seen, she didn’t know whether she should act like it never happened or check on him. Settling for the latter, she sent him a simple text.

Hey, it’s Sav. Hope you’re okay, and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know!

Stopping at the base of the stairs, Savvy took one last look out onto the field. She silently hoped that whatever he was so passionate about that caused him to get into a full-on brawl, would parallel the passion she’d hope he’d feel towards her one day.
In Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
As promised, here's my guy!

In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: Underneath the Football Field Bleachers
Collaboration: Brynn @melissahart and Sean @Universorum

Sean was sitting underneath the bleachers, waiting.

Why had she wanted to meet under here? Sean wasn’t sure. Brynn was an odd girl; though he didn’t have much experience with women, Sean was confident that was true. Why else would she text him to ‘talk,’ and then ask they meet underneath the bleachers? It was an odd place to meet, but sitting underneath them, Sean realized how hard the groundskeeper must work.

Even down here, the grass was fluffy and soft. Maybe it was fake? That… would make more sense, now that he thought about it. It would be just like the school to be rich, then buy fake grass. It suited them. Sean looked down at his phone to check the time, before craning his neck to look out at the field toward the tryouts.

How long could tryouts honestly take?

The answer was simple: they were over. People were finally dispersing, and now all Sean had to do was wait for Brynn to come. Then he could go home and take a nap, or watch cartoons. Or consider how he was going to tackle the issue of obtaining a method of transportation. He had something in mind, but he knew he’d have to talk to his parents first. One step at a time. First, Brynn.

Brynn waltzed off the field, brushing the imaginary dust off of her cheer uniform and heading towards her gym bag. Tryouts took forever but there were some prospects who seemed promising, reassuring the team’s success after this year’s seniors inevitably graduated. Sighing and taking a sip of her water bottle, Brynn gathered her things and headed towards the underside of the bleachers, where she had requested Sean to meet her. She had almost no clue what she was going to say to the blonde, but Ophelia was right- she had to drop this boy, and fast.

Walking around the bleachers, she peered underneath and saw him sitting there patiently, which made her smile. “Welcome to my office,” She joked, moving towards him and dropping her bag on the ground in the process.

Sean looked up to Brynn as she walked into the ‘office,’ and nodded to himself. If every girl wore that uniform, maybe this wasn’t that bad. When she dropped her bag and approached him, he hopped up to his feet and gave her a small, half grin. “Happy to be here.” Sean gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, but then his face got very serious, even for him.

Immediately getting to business, he leaned forward. “So what’s up, Brynn? I don’t like ‘we need to talk.’ Stresses me out. Makes me think I did something wrong. Did I? Are you okay?” Sean didn’t exactly know how this was going to go, but given his experience with Beverly Hills High relationships so far (the argument between Owen and Trixie), he assumed this would end in a fight.

Brynn felt her pulse skip a beat at his delicate kiss, but knew that his gestures wouldn’t change anything she was about to tell him. “No, no, no, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just need to tell you some things.” She sighed, a guilty look coming across her face. “I haven’t been completely honest with you about me, and I think it’s unfair for you not to know.”

Sean relaxed after she spoke, happy to hear that whatever she had to say wasn’t driven by him. Being normal was totally easy. “That’s fine. We’ve only known each other for like a week-ish, I think it’s okay to not be totally open with each other about things.” Sean explained, patting her on the shoulder, before he carried on. “But go ahead. Hit me with whatever you got.” As long as she didn’t have an STD, he was happy.

“I realize that, but I feel like you need to know.” Brynn took a deep breath, proceeding with caution. “So you remember when I slept over at your place, and your sister found us, and she said that you were ‘riding the town bike’?”

“Yes, and then I ordered the two of you to stop fighting, and you wisely listened. What about it?” Sean kind of had an idea about this — he wasn’t totally blind to the world. Just like, 86%.

“The argument isn’t what I’m talking about.” Backing away from Sean, she leaned against one of the posts that held up the bleachers. “I’m known around BHHS as the ‘easy’ girl- the girl that you can pull into a closet, or a locker room, or a classroom, or a bathroom, or a-” She stopped herself, getting carried away with the various places she was able to have sex in. “Sorry, not important. But the point is that, your sister was right, I am the town bike. I’ve probably slept with at least half of the men at BHHS, which includes 75% of the Football team. And now you’re one of them.”

Brynn sighed, trying to find some sort of reaction from the blonde. She hoped he would see the truth in her words and run for the hills, that way whatever these feelings were that she was having would disappear and she could return to her normal routine. Besides, she’d already told the captain of the Basketball team she’d meet him in the basement of the auditorium early tomorrow morning before her broadcast in anticipation of Sean fleeing.

“I wanted you to be aware of it, since you are new, and everyone else knows but you. And you get a free pass if you just want to forget about this whole thing and move on, I understand.”

Sean listened to her talk, and wondered if she was being serious. She was trying hard, though. Maybe she wanted to push him away? If that was the case, then she should have just been blatant about it. This? This wouldn’t work. “Brynn… I don’t care about that? I sort of already knew it, anyway. Why do you think I pulled you off to the actual, literal janitor’s closet today? That did happen. You can have sex with whoever you want. I’m not a jealous person, and I’m very aware that we aren’t an exclusive thing. Maybe we could be, but I’m not gonna push you to it. You want it, then you can just tell me. And we’ll be exclusive. But, until then, I’m just having fun — that’s what I thought you wanted.” Women were so bloody confusing.

“Sean, I really don’t think you understand me when I say this. I am the school slut. They call me ‘kill count 20’ Brynn, the Football team keeps an ongoing list of who’s slept with me, the freshman think I have a sex tape hidden somewhere in this school-” At this point, Brynn was just spewing anything and everything she could to make the boy see why he shouldn’t associate with her. “I could go on and on about the things that people say about me, I am bad news.”

“I don’t think you understand me. I. Do. Not. Care. Dude, look, if you don’t wanna hook up with me, just say it.” Sean shook his head; this was getting a little excessive. Is this what all girls were like? Maybe he should just go back to men.

Sean shook his head when she tried to say she was bad news, and even went so far as to laugh at her. “Oh, baby, you don’t know anything about bad news.” Sean said, before rolling his eyes and folding his arms over his chest.

Nothing seemed to be working; Sean didn’t even seem remotely phased by anything Brynn had to say. The brunette sighed, letting her back slide down the post she was leaning against until she was sitting on the grass, admitting defeat. To be honest? She was scared. Brynn had a feeling that Sean wasn’t a one night stand the moment she met him, and the fact she wasn’t in control of the situation scared her.

“How are you not bothered by any of that?” She asked, looking up at him from the ground.

Sean stood above her and held out a hand to help her back up to her feet, simultaneously shrugging his shoulders. “Just because you have sex with a bunch of different people doesn’t make you a bad person. It just makes you easy. Why would that bother me, Brynn?”

Once standing, Brynn looked back down at the ground, a little embarrassed she went to such great lengths to scare him. She'd have to tell Ophelia that her idea wasn't going to work later. “...I don’t know.” She faltered, a deep sigh following her words.

Sean shrugged his shoulders and kissed her lips tenderly again. “That’s okay. Take your time to figure it out, then let me know. Look, you can throw things at me all day, but you’re not gonna shake me. I’m unshakeable.” He brushed a lock of her hair out of her face, “is that all you wanted? I had plans. To… sleep.”

Brynn let a half of a smile form on her face, “No, that was it I guess.” Although she was thoroughly defeated, the wheels kept turning in her mind on how to get Sean to realize that this was not a good idea, but she came up with nothing. Why she was going to such great lengths to push him away was beyond her. Even though she'd promised the other candies she'd stop seeing him, she couldn't bring herself to do it. “You can go sleep now.”

“Naps are better when you share them with attractive brunettes. It’s a scientific fact.”

Brynn couldn’t help but let a slight laugh escape from her lips at his attempt to get her back into bed with him.“As much as you’d know how much I’d love that, I can’t. Sorry,” She replied with a shrug “Candyland calls.”
In Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Here's 1 of 2 characters, my guy will be up at some point tomorrow, but he's coming I promise!

In Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Because I'm not going to get around to making either of them until this weekend, may as well reserve my FC's now...


Dr. Nikki McManus - 2nd Year Resident - FC: Karen Gillan


Dr. Andrew "Drew" Gellman - Neurosurgeon - FC: Stephen Amell
In Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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JOIN US MELISSA!!!!


I mean... if you insist 😉

I'm in, I just gotta make a character. I'm leaning towards either making a neurosurgeon or a resident... but then again, maybe I'll make both 😏
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All my Grey's Anatomy dreams are coming true holy moly...
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