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Delbrook Academy: Senior Year

@Dirty Pretty Lies

That would make us 12th graders :D
Which would put most people between 16-18 years old

Delbrook Academy: Senior Year

Wait a minute, are we 10th graders or 12th graders?

Delbrook Academy: Senior Year

I'll get to work :D

We're Just Trying To Make It.

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Pʜɪʟʟɪᴘ & Cᴇᴄᴇʟɪᴀ

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Location: Coffeehouse → Parade
Interacting With: @HushedWhispers → Phil (Person)

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Phillip looked at Cecilia, very intrigued by her persona right about now. He even flashed a small smile her way after he heard say that she had been good despite personal matters going on. A soft chuckle came over his lips as he heard Cecilia talk about a weird dream that she had. His eyes widened as he shook his head towards her. "Wow. That sounds very... weird, to be honest." Phillip muttered towards her as the waiter came back and served them their orders. He thanked the waiter then picked up the muffin and took a bite out of it, even took a small sip from his coffee flavored beverage.

When Cecilia said that she would go to the parade with him, Phillip ate a little bit quicker than usual and grabbed his drink and took multiple small sips out of it. With the coffee in hand, he eyed her and raised a brow up towards her. "So, shall we go ahead and go so we can park and such? You know how these parades get around here." He inquired and mentioned to Cecilia as she reached in his pocket and grabbed his car keys. "I'll even drive us over there and I'll bring you back here." Phillip waited for her response before motioning to do anything further.

Like true New Yorker style, Cecelia finished off the rest of her muffin and drank down her coffee quickly. She paid off the waitress giving her a small tip in exchange for the quick service as well. "Definitely, it's going to be crowded and my short ass needs front row access or I won't be able to see anything!" she laughed, but her barely five feet tall self had a sense of serious in her side comment. "I took the bus and subway over here hun, so it doesn't matter where you drop me off, I'll find my way home." she nodded, and followed him over to his car.

Phillip eyed Cecilia as they walked over towards his car and laughed at her short comment. He wanted to say that he wouldn't just drop her off anywhere but in the back of his mind, he knew that he was going to take her home anyway. No matter how far she lived from his place. He went over to the passenger side and opened the door for Cecilia, smiling as he muttered towards her. "M'lady." Phillip waited until Cecilia was inside the vehicle and closed the door then walked around to get on the driver's side. "Parade here we come."

Phillip uttered those words as he cranked up the vehicle and drove towards the destination of the parade route. He parked in a parking lot behind the route of the parade and got out as he hurried over towards Cecilia's side and opened her door. Whenever she got out, he'd close her door again and lock his vehicle, with a simple click of the button from his key chain. He walked beside Cecilia with excitement, a big, kiddie smile plastered among his facial features. "I am so excited. I haven't been to a parade in about three months." The last parade he went to was the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and he had an absolute blast there. Surely, a Saint Patrick's Day Parade wasn't going to be any different.

Cecelia shook her head, her blonde bun wiggling on the back of her neck. Phillip was always over the top with being a gentleman to her. She turned on the radio in the car and blasted some music as they drove. She couldn't help but think to herself how happy she was that he was apart of his life, and happy that for the beginning of his special day he had chose her to spend it with. She sang out to the music loudly, and not the most in tune. Dancing around in the passenger seat as they arrived by the parade.

Cecelia almost beat him to getting out the door but he was so quick to opening it and letting her out. "I'm no lady! You don't need to be doing that cute shit for me." she laughed, getting out as she adjusted the hem of her shorts when she got out of the car, pulling them down so they weren't so hiked up on her thigh. His excitement was adorable as she peeked up at him while they walked. She grabbed his hand and lead him through the crowd, pushing where she needed to so they could get a good view of the parade. As they made their way up to a good spot, she squeezed his hand and released it. "Hope it's just as good as the last one, maybe better."

A simple shook his head came from him once she stated that she was no lady and for him to stop doing the cutesy things for her. Phillip honestly couldn't help it though. That was genuinely how he was inside. Phillip's eyes widened whenever Cecilia grabbed his hand though as she charged through the crowds, with him trailing a few feet behind her. When they made their way to a good spot, he felt her squeeze his hand then released it. He sunk down a little bit then perked back up as he heard the sirens start, signaling the beginning of the parade.

He started to jump up and down, even let out a little squeal like a little kid as he turned around and faced Cecilia, clearing his throat. "Uhm, the parade is starting. So, yeah." Phillip contained his excited composure as he laughed and nudged Cecilia a little bit.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

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Bailey Renee Sinclaire

_{Throw the left hand, you duck that one, this right bitch won't miss you.}

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▾ Name:

Bailey Renee Sinclaire

▾ Age:

Seventeen

▾ Gender:

Female

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▾ Passionate ▾ Impulsive ▾ Charismatic ▾ Unreliable ▾

▾ Personality:

Bailey is a very fun loving teenager, who has been grounded most of her life for doing something her parents didn't want her to. She loves hard, and takes care of her friends extremely well- that is..when she remembers to show up at the place she was told to meet at. Her mouth gets her in trouble more often than not, and she is the one to start swinging first in a fight. If she doesn't like you, she will let you know right to your face. First impressions definitely aren't Bailey's strong point.

▾ Biography:

Born and raised in the Sea Salt Bay to Baker and Gloria Sinclaire, Bailey was brought up as an only child. She was destined to be a bayside sweetheart but all of that training really went out the window the moment she turned thirteen. The family still however attends church every Sunday, arriving early and staying late. Her parents both work at the high school: her father as a janitor and her mother as a secretary in the main office. You'd think this would motivate Bailey to do well in school, but the only thing it really did was make it more accessible to get hall passes and excuses to leave class.

Besides school, Bailey spends most of her time wrapped up in her social life with her friends. Though the group is filled to the brim with the trouble makers of the town, you can tell they really care about one another and have been extremely loyal to one another during the hard times too. Summer time was sure to bring a whole lot of trouble and fun to them all. If she isn't grounded for most of it.

▾ Other:

Allergic to cats.
Belongs to the Slicks.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

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Bailey Renee Sinclaire

_{Throw the left hand, you duck that one, this right bitch won't miss you.}

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▾ Name:

Bailey Renee Sinclaire

▾ Age:

Seventeen

▾ Gender:

Female

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▾ Passionate ▾ Impulsive ▾ Charismatic ▾ Unreliable ▾

▾ Personality:

Bailey is a very fun loving teenager, who has been grounded most of her life for doing something her parents didn't want her to. She loves hard, and takes care of her friends extremely well- that is..when she remembers to show up at the place she was told to meet at. Her mouth gets her in trouble more often than not, and she is the one to start swinging first in a fight. If she doesn't like you, she will let you know right to your face. First impressions definitely aren't Bailey's strong point.

▾ Biography:

Born and raised in the Sea Salt Bay to Baker and Gloria Sinclaire, Bailey was brought up as an only child. She was destined to be a bayside sweetheart but all of that training really went out the window the moment she turned thirteen. The family still however attends church every Sunday, arriving early and staying late. Her parents both work at the high school: her father as a janitor and her mother as a secretary in the main office. You'd think this would motivate Bailey to do well in school, but the only thing it really did was make it more accessible to get hall passes and excuses to leave class.

Besides school, Bailey spends most of her time wrapped up in her social life with her friends. Though the group is filled to the brim with the trouble makers of the town, you can tell they really care about one another and have been extremely loyal to one another during the hard times too. Summer time was sure to bring a whole lot of trouble and fun to them all. If she isn't grounded for most of it.

▾ Other:

Allergic to cats.
Belongs to the Slicks.

A Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Cʜᴀɴᴄᴇ

@Witch Cat

Whatever equipment your soul passed with :) but anything else is accessible

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

I'll be making a character here sometime today :)

Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ & Cʀᴇᴡ

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I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴜᴍ sɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴅᴇɪɴᴇ & ᴄᴏᴄᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴀ.

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I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ sᴏ I ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴍ

|| NAME ||

Molly Rossi, nicknamed Momo by some.

|| GENDER ||

Female.

|| AGE ||

Sixteen.

|| GRADE ||

Twelfth

|| SEXUALITY ||

Heterosexual.

|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||

Single.

|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||

Molly is petite standing at exactly 5 feet tall and around 104 lbs. She has fair skin that she cakes in makeup when she wakes up for school, or left on from the previous night. She has doe eyes of brown, and originally brown hair to match. She prefers her hair blonde, because they supposedly have more fun. She has a scar along her thigh from where her skin got caught on a fence post. Her ears single lobed pierced. Molly has five tattoos: a cross on her arm, a tear drop on her finger, two fangs on her fingers, and a small star on her neck. All of them were done by a "friend" in her grandma's basement, thankfully they aren't too badly done.

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I ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ

|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||

Fun. Carefree. Outgoing. Irresponsible. Unreliable. Passionate.

Molly is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your food while she explains to you why she thinks it'd be a good idea for you to go to the movies with her that night to see some new horror flick- but she means well. She is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities (drinking, smoking, drug use) and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about or something that didn't really happen. Mo just wants the best for everyone and herself.

|| QUIRKS ||

Nightowl
Doesn't know how to ride a bike
Chews her nails when she is nervous
Always has a lighter not belonging to her in her backpack

|| HOBBIES ||

Smoking weed
Listening to music
Avoiding being grounded
Doodling on her legs with pen

|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||

+ Art
+ Spending time with her friends
+ Dancing until her legs ache
+ Taking naps during all times of the day
+ Sending photos on snapchat of random body parts

- Carrying a purse or bag
- When people don't know how to relax
- Early mornings for school when she hasn't slept at all
- Hangovers that can't be cured with french fries or pizza
- Quadruple texting people when they don't respond fast enough

|| BIOGRAPHY ||

Molly is the only daughter of Nicole Rossi; a bar "musician" by night and a custodian at Delbrook Academy by day. Which is one of the many reasons why Molly attends Delbrook in the first place, for her mom to keep a watchful eye on her. Plus, because her grandmother's home is in the school district.

Having only lived with her overprotective mother and grandmother her whole life Molly tends to go wild whenever she can spare the time. This includes, smoking, drinking, and partying with other seniors and even college freshman when she is given the chance. Though these actions have given her a little bit of a reputation, she tries to remain under the radar in school- maintaining relatively average grades and even landing a spot on the varsity volleyball and dance team.

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I ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴜɴ ɪɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴀᴍᴀ's ʙᴀsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||

Dad - David Rossi - Unknown
Mom - Nicole Rossi - Musician/Janitor
Grandma - Linda Davis - Retired Teacher

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||

The Rossi's live in a single family split home not too far from the school. Molly's grandma takes pride in the front yard and makes sure it's mowed, edged, and filled with flowers, often. The house has only two bedrooms, so Molly has to sleep on the couch in the basement. It's definitely a well used and worn home. It was kind of the only thing the two could do, after Molly's dad left.

|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||

No car yet, walks to school or takes bus usually.

|| THEME SONG / FAVORITE SONG ||

Moments - Tove Lo
_{I'm not the prettiest you've ever seen
But I have my moments, I have my moments
Not the flawless one, I've never been
But I have my moments, I have my moments
I can get a little drunk, I get into all the don'ts
But on good days I am charming as fuck}

|| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES ||

Varsity volleyball team
Varsity dance team

Sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴀᴅ, sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ

We're Just Trying To Make It.

Ooh, I'm sorry. My phone lets me name group chats as I see fit.
So "The Ladies" for my group chat was just Nylah & Olivia