So Tae Min's relation sheet has all the names in it now. Unlike Toby, Tae Min attended this school last year. So, anyone want to discuss possible relationships?
"Tae Min! Tae Min! TAE MIN, WAKE UP!" Hazel's shrill southern accent met Tae Min's ears, and he woke up with a groan and a mutter of "Go away, Ji..." "I'm not Ji Yoon. I'm Hazel. If you were awake, you would have known that!" "Damn it! Sorry!" He replied. "Momma's gonna kill and bury you if you swear like that." Came a response from the ten year old, who had now seated herself at the foot of Tae Min's bed. She and Tae-Min's biological little sister Ji Yoon shared the bunk bed across the room. "Okay, gimme a second. I have to get dressed." He said tiredly, to which Hazel responded by leaving the room. Given some privacy, Tae Min quickly threw on some clean clothes, carefully selecting a scarf and gloves he'd made himself. It wasn't terribly cold out, but he wanted to show off his crocheting skills. And hide that nasty tilt in his neck. Tae Min scrambled downstairs to the kitchen, finding his little sisters already dressed and finished with breakfast. His stepmother Sheila was washing some dishes at the sink, her braided black hair neatly tied up in a bun. "Dude, what do I always tell you about sleeping in on school days?" She said, her warm, almost smoky sounding Texan drawl bringing a smile to Tae Min's face. "Sorry, Sheila. I was up late last night." Tae Min answered, smiling sheepishly and grabbing a piece of bread from the refrigerator and toasting it quickly. "Well, you better learn to wake up and get to school on time before your teachers whip your ass with willow branches or whatever it is they do for punishments at that place..." "Riiight. Hey, where's mom?" "Gets to sleep in. She deserves it, ya know?" Tae Min nodded, waving a quick goodbye to his stepmother and the girls before grabbing his shoes and trotting out to the garage to get his bike.
(7:30 AM - Delbrook Academy)
Tae Min got off his bike and locked it up outside the school, running in through the glass front doors and weaving his way up to his homeroom, ignoring the disapproving looks of the hall monitors. He'd missed the first day of school and had been late yesterday as well, so some of the staff was already starting not to like him. But it wasn't his fault if he couldn't remember day to day whether or not he had school....
By the time he got to the classroom, Mrs. Wiley had seated all the other students. "Sorry I'm late!" He said quickly, pausing to catch his breath as he was assigned a seat in the second row from the front, next to a boy who looked way too young to be in high school. Tae Min never liked child prodigies. They made him feel insecure about his already lacking scholastic prowess. But something about this 'kid' told him that there was probably some other explanation to him being here other than being a pompous smartass.
Tae Min casually waved to everyone, taking his seat next to the shorter boy. He didn't recognize anyone from last year. Last year he hadn't been very popular, despite his best efforts to be painstakingly nice to everybody.
The little boy didn't look like he wanted to talk, so Tae Min turned to the other boy he sat next to, who was incidentally a lot closer to his height. He remembered that this was Andreas from last year. They'd taken Biology together, but didn't have a lot of time to talk as they only shared the one class. "Hey, Andreas!" He greeted cheerfully, a warm smile etched into his face. He had neat rows of white teeth, with a slight gap between the front two on the top row. It just kind of added to his slightly dorky appearance. "How're you liking sophomore year so far? Day three, huh? Well, day two for me. Anyway, it's Friday! Excited for the weekend? Sorry, am I talking your ear off? I can shut up It's cool, I'm sorry..." @SmileyJaws
Toby felt an awkward silence start to set in, and he cringed back, running his hands through his less-than-immaculately-clean sandy brown hair. He winced as his little fingers ran over the bandage. Clearly, whatever he was hiding under that was still new and stinging. He was still slumped over his desk, propped up on his elbow as if he didn't have the energy to keep himself upright.
He looked up as a tall boy with light pink hair ran through the classroom door, apologizing to the teacher before sitting right next to him. Great. Toby was now surrounded by strangers. He put his head back down, anxiously tapping his fingers on the surface of his desk.
@Oliver correct me if I'm wrong, but I thiiiiink Quinten's at the front? That's the way I've been looking at the chart o.0
....Really? I've never read a chart like that. Usually in seating charts, the top row is the back and the bottom row is the front. But it seems like a reasonable assumption, so I'll go with it.
I don't get a smiley face. Cruel, girl. Just cruel. Besides, there are no seats behind Quinten. Quinn's in the back! Is this a sneaky way of telling my I'm not accepted? >.<
Also, on what day of the RP are the soccer tryouts? Toby isn't on the team yet (and to be honest, I don't know if he's going to be...XD)
Screw it, I'm making another character. I noticed most of us had two or more, and I've never really tried playing multiple characters and I want to see what it's like.
Han Tae Min
"가는 말이 고와야 오는 말이 곱다"
Let's get to know me a bit...
|| NAME ||
Call me Tae Min! Don't get confused, Han is actually my surname.
|| GENDER ||
I hope it's not necessary that I point this out, but I'm male.
|| AGE ||
Just turned 15!
|| GRADE ||
Tenth.
|| SEXUALITY ||
Uh... I mostly like girls, but there have been a few boys who've caught my eye.
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
I'm single. Never actually been in a relationship before.
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
I like to think I look pretty okay. My hair is naturally black, but I keep it bleached and dyed a light pink. My stepmother thinks it looks really 'tacky', but I like it. I'm a little tall at 5'10, but it's not striking. I mostly blend in with the other kids in that regard. I'm skinny and only slightly muscular. Along my back is a long, jagged burn scar, and if you look closely you can see that my neck is slightly tilted to the right at all times. It still hurts sometimes, and when it does sometimes I have to wear a neck brace to keep it from moving around. I try to keep the tilt hidden by wearing scarves. I try to keep clean and wear matching clothes at all times. The only exception is my socks. I never bother to match those. I think it's a waste of time, and besides, mismatched socks are kind of fun looking.
"The basis of optimism is sheer terror" - Oscar Wilde
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
Optimistic
Quirky
Forgetful
Friendly
Honest
|| PERSONALITY ||
I try to be nice to everyone, regardless of whether or not I personally like them. I get lonely pretty easily, so I try to keep myself surrounded by good friends. I'm honest to a fault. I don't think I've wittingly told a lie in my life. Sometimes my honesty can get me in trouble even more than lying can. I'm not honest because I think I'm on some kind of moral high horse, it's just part of who I am. Sometimes I can be a bit too pushy, and I have a hard time realizing when it's time to leave people alone. Sometimes I feel like I should stop trying to force myself on people just because of my own loneliness. But as much as I try, now and again someone will bring it to my attention that I should knock it off with the obsessive gregariousness. The other thing about me is that I'm really, really forgetful. Like, more so than my overhonesty, forgetfulness is my hamartia. If I wasn't careful, I'd probably forget my own name. I've been living here in Delbrook for two and a half years and I still couldn't tell you my address or my phone number if asked. I have to carry a notebook with me so I don't forget all my homework. Believe me, it's really bad. But for the most part, I think I'm an okay person. I've got issues, but who doesn't?
|| QUIRKS ||
I never wear the same scarf more than once a week
I'm not paranoid, but I carry a first aid kit in my backpack at all times.
I get motion sick anytime I'm in any kind of moving vehicle for more than a few minutes.
I doodle in the margins of my notebooks
|| HOBBIES ||
Playing instruments, though the only one I'm actually good at is the ukulele... and the kazoo.
Graffiti. Don't tell my moms.
Crocheting. I make a lot of hats.
Learning languages, even though I always forget them
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+Making friends +Music +Drawing and painting +Collecting office supplies +Making my own hats and scarves +Rain
This is my mom, Han Seung Mi. My mom used to be a clothing store manager, but she hasn't worked since the accident. We get along pretty well, though we argue occasionally.
This is my stepmother, Sheila Reid. She's a librarian. She and I are pretty much best friends, and we make fun of each other all the time. I'm really glad my mom found such a perfect wife.
This is my older stepbrother, Daryl Reid. He's 19 and is attending college in Ohio right now. We tolerate each other pretty well.
This is my little stepsister, Hazel Reid. She's 10 and going to the local elementary school for fifth grade. She can be a total brat sometimes, but I love her just the same.
And finally, here's my little sister Han Ji Yoon. Also 10, she goes to the same school as Hazel. Like Hazel she can get on my nerves, but again, I love her to pieces.
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
A small but nice house with a lot of yard space around it. There are only two bedrooms, so me and my sisters share a room and when Daryl is home, he sleeps in the basement. The address is 6 Rosaline Avenue, but don't trust me to remember that.
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
My moms don't drive anymore. Our car got totaled a few years ago and we haven’t gotten a new one since. We all have bikes though.
I may not be great, but I'm not boring.
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
Well, first of all, I'm not actually from Korea. My parents are. I was born here in Texas, in San Antonio. I was the first child my mom successfully had, after about two miscarriages. Anyway, My little sister was born when I was five, and soon after that my dad divorced my mom and we moved to the much smaller town of Brownsville, way down near the Mexican border. That's where my mom met Sheila, and three years later they got married. She already had two kids of her own, a son and a daughter just like my family. Daryl is four years older than me, and Hazel is only a month younger than Ji Yoon. Daryl and I get along pretty well, but Hazel and Ji fight like cats and dogs, except for a few rare moments when they're like best friends. I When I was about twelve, my mom was driving us kids back home from school when we hit a truck. Hazel was the only one to come out unscathed. The car caught fire, but luckily everyone made it out. Me and Daryl both got really bad whiplash, and Ji Yoon's arm got broken so badly she was in a cast for almost a year. My mom got hit the worst. She's paralyzed below the waist now and has to get around using a wheelchair. Naturally, after that neither she nor Sheila really trust cars. Sheila even forbade Daryl from getting a car until he left for college, even though he could afford it with the money he gets from this great job he has fixing cars. But anyway, we ended up moving again, this time to Delbrook. Delbrook is the smallest town I've ever lived in by far, but it's also got a way better school system. I'm glad this is where I ended up going to high school. So far my freshman year grades were okay, and I'm all set for a new year.
|| THEME SONG ||
More than Life - Whitley "To touch something real Will help your wounds heal Like the sun on your face The dreams of starry nights And we are homeward bound"
"Hi, Bruno..." Toby mumbled into his sleeve, looking up just a bit as he was greeted. "So, uh... I guess it's Friday already. Anything good happening this weekend?" He forced a smile, which only gave him a pained and awkward sort of expression. It was clear that he was really, really trying to be sociable. But he just wasn't good at it. At all.
He couldn't help but think that he sounded really stupid, but he knew he was just talking to hide his own desire to put his head back down and forget he was here. Pessimists usually weren't very popular, he knew. He fiddled with the bandage over his forehead a bit, awaiting an answer to his question. @KaijuBaragon
Toby had come into school a bit late today. He looked tired and out of sorts, but most notably he was sporting a strip of gauze around his forehead and over his left eye, as if he'd been severely cut by something. That was new. He hadn't had it yesterday, at least, so whatever happened must have taken place last night sometime.
He took his seat, looking around at the adjacent seats. He was sitting next to someone he didn't recognize, a tall boy with brown hair and striking blue eyes. Landon and Bruno were in the row in front of him along with some kids he didn't know, and Marco was in the same row on the opposite side of the new boy.
He had nothing to do, so he rested his head on his desk, hiding his face in his arms. He kind of wanted to talk to the kids he'd been talking to the other day, but he didn't want to approach them directly. Starting conversations wasn't exactly his forte.
Toby looked down at the abandoned burger. Never, ever in his entire life had anyone ever offered him food. He almost felt bad taking it, even though it wasn't wanted. "Thanks." He said, taking the plate cautiously. He carefully examined the burger to see what was in it, deciding it was sufficiently kosher. Good. It would suck if the only time in his life someone gave him food he couldn't eat it.
Toby noticed Bruno give him a sympathetic look and he blushed slightly, looking away quickly as if he'd seen something he shouldn't have. He hated making people feel bad for him. It was hard not to, since he was such a pitiful human being, but he tried to maintain the image of being self-reliant. The more helpless he appeared, the more he tended to get picked on.
He looked back at Marco, now that everyone had answered the question. He was relieved not to have been the only one to answer; it was best if the fact that he'd recently experienced a family death didn't linger in the air too long.
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