Also, I will shortly be making a second character here in a few !
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"Watch out hun, I'm feelin' a bit dangerous~"
Now, Kejirah wasn't normally an impatient person per se, she just liked things to go fast. Her life was always kind of a blur: From choreography to running red lights when no one was looking or penthouse parties that lasted till dawn, her surroundings were always in motion. The high life was her style, but not exactly the "Kardashians" kind of life, but more like "Jersey Shore Beach Bonfire". Wild. Dramatic. Fiery romances. Being extra because they had money and just because they can. And she loved every single bit of it. Kejirah loved all of the new people she'd meet running around, whether that be for a long lasting friendship or just for the night, she had a habit of surrounding herself with people. To where no matter what time it was, there'd always be someone there to talk to. Hence the reason she'd even decided to travel in the first place. Yeah, she could've taken a plane, but what about that moment when you've gotta stop and help someone fix their car on the side of the road and it ends up they were just the type of person you were looking for? Probably never going to happen, but it definitely wouldn't have on a plane, she knew that much. She was a sucker for a romantic happy ending, but plane stories weren't that exciting.
Coalfell wasn't romantic in the least, as far as she knew, but it was different. In both a good and bad way. The young woman had never planned to come to this town. She would've liked to picture the tall skyscrapers and huge signs saying, Billboard's "Top 100", and the horrible traffic of the inner city, but with this dusty town, it was hard to get creative. Plus, any kind of cell service for her was down to scratch off talking to any living soul (Because she didn't think the residents of Coalfell even had a soul), so there goes the high life she was so comfortably living in. But honestly, she didn't really mind. The cafe was certainly charming in its own way, even though the customers were a bit...well...unpredictable, she would have to say. And the style was...out of style. Other than trying to escape death by fire and looking for a place to stay, she guessed she was also looking for a story, really. Just something to say, "Yo, you wouldn't believe what happened to me!" While showing off the cool scars you'd get from a place like this that were probably made from rabid coyotes or something dangerous like that.
But meeting new people was definitely on her top 5 to-do list when travelling. And luckily, she had found just the right person.
After Kejirah had called out his name, the young man had quickly ushered his way over to her, looking almost terrified if she wasn't mistaken. He pulled her over to the side and spoke at a whisper, his eyes wide. Now, it didn't take but two brain cells to realize he didn't want to be found. Any celebrity found within a hundred miles within this town was obviously running from something, but she really didn't enjoy being hushed. She wasn't gonna make a huge deal out of it or anything, but she was mildly uncomfortable.
"Ok, ok, that's my fault. But I can probably assure you that literally not one of these people know who you are," she laughed quietly, leaning in a bit.
"But you sure are interesting," she added, "I would love the attention. If I were you, I would want to be one of those celebs who always got put on the news for doing something insane, honestly. Or like, doing those fake photo things. 'Oh! Does Kejirah have a kid?! Who's the dad?!' But then be like, 'Nope! Gotcha, haha.' She paused, realizing she was babbling to a person she had just met ten seconds ago. She coughed awkwardly into her arm. "Anyway, I'm Kejirah. Big fan, if you couldn't tell already," she said, looking around the room since Ravi's eyes were currently cast down at the floor. Not too far away, she noticed a woman around her age sending a drink over to them, most likely to Ravi instead of herself (She was a bit disappointed, if she were being honest).
Blinking a few times, she leaned over to Ravi, watching the woman curiously as she was seemingly creating some sort of beat to herself. "Hey, is that your friend? She's cute. Is she single?...No, I shouldn't ask that, that's kinda rude...though I am curious."
Closer to them, Kejirah noticed that one guy had been continuously looking back and forth between her and Ravi. She recognized him as being one of the newer gentlemen that had walked through the door earlier, a little bit after she had arrived herself. She gave him a little smile and waved, since he looked to be just a tad friendlier than the other people of this town.
@Cio @Fabricant451 Thanks! I appreciate your interest :D
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"Welcome students, old and new, for another wonderful year at Coral Springs where the sun is bright and so are our students! We, the faculty, want to welcome everyone with open and friendly arms to our school; one of the first ever colleges for monsters! We've come a long way, yes we have! Our main goal is to guide our young and fresh faces through the next two to four years at this school with the skills they need to be successful out in the real world, all while preparing our seniors to really settle down on a major they'll use to pursue a career. Though Coral Springs leans more towards creative arts, there are many other programs readily available to any student. The choice is yours!
As some of you already know, those of us at Springs greatly value Honor, Pride, and Virtue as the main attributes of the student body. "We take pride in our honor, and honor our virtue!" Many of our accomplishments come directly from our talented students, including our nationally known football team. Aren't you just as surprised as I am?! This is basically a freaking art school! Anyhow, before I wrap up this speech, I wanted to give a big thank you to every single one of you! No matter how you got here, we are all one big and diverse family. Humans have accepted us into modern society for many years now-yay!-and now it's our turn to show how great we can be, and that starts with you. So, I give you a warm and genuine welcome to Coral Springs, the institute for monsters! Have a great year and many more!"
- Dean Irma
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Set in the cheerful fictional town of Yellowdale, Minnesota, the large institute for monsters exists: Coral Springs. Monsters have always lived among humans in modern society, but just within the past 50 years have they actually began to get noticed as anything other than, well...monsters. Although they still get strange looks from time to time, they live peacefully, just like any other person. Yellowdale is an attractive city that gathers all sorts of characters, and is known as a haven for all creatures big and small. It has many wealthy families living amidst its borders, and most of their children attend the many private schools; however, Coral Springs Institute is an all-monster public college that has an unusually high acceptance rate. The school's more popular majors are those in the arts, but it does offer many others as well, including a wide variety of minors. Its very sleek and modern design attract many personalities, but its football and chess team have a very high name, surprisingly.
Or better known as the co-ed frat houses, are pretty self explanatory. Wild parties happen more often than not due to the lack of supervision and initiation is almost mandatory in most houses. Regular dorms do exist, but most would rather live in the exciting and fast paced communities that are scattered around campus. Other than the dramatic entrance, these houses are more like families: Either full of supporting persons or just plain assholes. It's up to you, really.
Centered around a group of monsterous college students attending Coral Springs, this role play is meant to watch each unique individual grow as they try to navigate their way through the trials of the University. Based on character interaction rather than a whole lot of action through plot(though I will have events throughout), the characters are meant to learn more about themselves as they have interesting relations with the others.
If there are any questions, feel free to ask!
“Yes, I have a habit of saying...dangerous things, but I may or may not be attracted to danger. So, it’s honestly whatever.”
Fortunately, it didn’t take long for someone to respond to her, which she was especially grateful for. She had a sinking feeling that no one was going to answer, and then she’d have to resort to sleeping in her car, but if she were being honest, she only did that on… “special” occasions. If it was one thing she hated most, other than this heat, it was being ignored. And of course, she was not to be ignored. And for some reason this town… gave her the vibes that that would happen quite often, a feeling she really didn’t appreciate. And she had only been there for literally five seconds.
"'Good' is a bit of a high bar around here, I'm afraid. There's definitely a place to stay, if you're desperate."
As the mysterious voice spoke up from somewhere at the bar, the young woman’s face lit up. Kejirah didn’t mean to be obnoxious most times, it just kinda came out that way. She could already feel the unwanted built up adrenaline ooze out as a wide smile spread across her lips, leaning back in her chair to pick out the voice among the crowd. She hadn’t realized how desperate she was for attention from another living person until now. It had been at least over two hours (which was a long time in her standards), since she’s actually talked to another being, so hearing the voice of another speaking to her (Yay!), was exciting. She was probably exuding major crackhead vibes right about now, so she wouldn't have been surprised if they up and walked away.
Hopping up from her seat, her car keys jangling in her oversized pocket, Kejirah made her way over to where the voice had come from. She didn't know who exactly said it, but the voice did sound rather feminine, so she just kinda guessed as she talked to a general direction rather than a sound place.
"Yes yes yes, oh my god yes," she started, folding her hands together. "First of all, I think 'desperate' is an understatement, if I'm being honest, and again, yes, I would absolutely love a place to stay. If you could recommend one, you-," she paused (Still not knowing who she was talking to), "-you would would be the sweetest angel, and I will literally do anything to make it up to you, I swear, because I'd rather die than sleep in my car again." Aaaand now she had said too much. Yet again, which wasn't surprising. She paused a bit awkwardly after that, giving a little "ahem" at the end and hoping she wasn't coming off as overbearing.
During that time, Kejirah had noticed out of the corner of her eye that quite a few more people had entered the small cafe; all of them who created the same hushed environment she had endured earlier. Also all of whom were quite attractive as well, if she may add. But as far as she knew, she didn't know any of them, not that she would in the first place, considering this town wasn't the kind of place you'd find her friends. Strangely enough though, there was one person in particular who'd caught her attention: This guy she could've swore she's seen before, but couldn't place it, which aggravated her. It was similar to the feeling of not knowing a word, but to have it sit on the tip of your tongue instead.
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Wait a minute. Kejirah knew who that was. Ho-ly fucking cow. She definitely didn't want to overreact or anything but ho-ly fucking cow. At that point she was probably staring unashamedly, her eyes widened as soon as she realized who it was: Ravi Callum. Basically a super star. Here. At Coalfell. Anyone who didn't know him basically lived under a rock. She needed to go over there. For him to sign her anything would be.. literally so cool. But she couldn't just leave mid-conversation, because that would obviously be rude, so her next train of thought was to just yell. And that's what she did.
Without thinking too much, she cupped one of her hands over her mouth and said, "Ravi!" Shit, shit, shit, this was happening right now. "Ravi!" She exclaimed, about to raise her hand to wave at him, but then she decided otherwise. She needed to act cool. So instead, the young woman stuck her hands in her pockets and smiled, leaning her shoulders back. Now, Kejirah had three options to go from here to not make things awkward.
One: To act like they're old friends and say, "Heyy, what're you doing all the way down here in Coalfell?"
Two: Just say, "How's it goin'?" (No, that'd be weird)
Or three: Just not say anything and have him come to her.
Logically, she decided to go with option number one.
"Hey! What're you doing all the way down in Coalfell?" But as soon as the words escaped her lips, she regretted them. Why was this so hard? She was able to talk to anyone else without crashing and burning so hard. Now it was time to resort to option number three. And maybe try not to mentally die in the process.
@SouffleGirl123 Glad you're interested!
"This is such a cool and friendly school! They care about all of their students equally!"
Said no one. Ever.
Said no one. Ever.
Saint Helena Academy. Graceful. Top tier. The best of the best. AKA, the perfect breeding ground for delinquents. Or so they say.
A finely decorated and prestigious high school, St. Helena has been chosen in the top 10 “Most Academically Successful Students” for over a decade now. The awards mantled on the wall prove that. The school’s goal? To whip their students into shape before sending them out into the real world. Parents from all over the country send their children to this seemingly Eden of an education building, in the hope that one day their spawn will be just as successful as they are. Challenged with the legendarily tough entry exam and the harsh and very strict school rules policy, the students of St. Helena face hell the moment they enter through those disastrously large and intricately designed mahogany double doors. But of course, hours of busy work and poker-faced teachers aren’t the only problem for these students.
Those special few have a...habit of getting into trouble. Whether that be for just not paying attention or having "quirky" personalities that land them cleaning up the courtyard, these students are seen as the "bad eggs" of the Academy. Watchful eyes are always made sure to keep these few in line. Always. A minute doesn't go by where someone's not paying attention. It's quite extra.
"It's for your own good," they say. "Young people like you need direction in their lives."
Bullshit
School rules are almost never broken at St. Helena's. Every year, students attend, study, maybe cry, and leave. There have been a few who've tried to rebel, but have ultimately failed. Even then, the school's come out on top. But this year. This year, there has been an increase in badly behaved children. Or those who see past the overbearing structure of this academy. These students just can't seem to stay out of trouble, which poses an issue for St. Helena's perfect image. Disliked by most authority figures of the school, they are disciplined greatly for their misconduct. But the real question is: Do they really mean it?
@Cio Yay!
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