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Well, this is a hight school roleplay, but also a stable roleplay!!

Have fun!

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name--;;Saffron Lara Radoe

people call her--;; Saffron, Saff. The origin of her name is from the goldenish blonde color of her hair. Also, her mom is an artist


looks--;; Saffron, being a critical person, thinks she is average. But some would say she is very pretty. she has somewhat pale skin, and blonde, curly that goes past her shoulders. Her eyes are a smoky sea green color, and usually has a bit of eyeliner lining them. Her eyelashes are long and dark. She isn't extremely short, but isn't that tall either. She stands at about five feet and two and a half inches tall

acts like--;; She isn't exactly a social butterfly, but is pretty much okay with everyone. She is a nice person, but will probably give you the silent treatment when she's mad at you, or snap at you with a tongue as sharp as a blade. Just don't get on her bad side, and she's a caring and kind person.

loves--;; Music (doesn't everyone?), animals, horses, photography, nature, being outside, playing piano and guitar, singing, reading, writing, drawing, and skateboarding.

is good at--;; Playing piano and guitar, drawing, singing, photography, and horseback riding.

hobbies--;; Saffron loves horseback riding, and has two horses called Joe and Silver, since her dad has a small stable. You'll usually find her with her ipod, singing along to whatever song is on, or drawing. She isn't all that athletic, although she likes to play sports- mainly soccer and horseback riding of course. When she's home, she'll usually be playing guitar or piano, drawing, reading, writing, or singing.

dreams and hopes--;; She wants to be ALOT of things when she grows up. Like an environmentalist and a humanitarian, and a photographer, and an artist, and a musician. But for now, she'd like to maybe form a band, and maybe work on her artistic skills.

clothes--;; Saffron will probably be seen in a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a pair of converse shoes. She'll occasionally wear a dress, or a nice blouse, but she never wears skirts or frilly girly things. As far as hair goes, she'll usually be wearing it out and letting it hang down, and sometimes she'll straighten it if she has time.

favorites--;;

animals--;; Horses, dogs, cats, birds, butterflies, narwhals,.

music--;; Well, Saffron loves mainly rock and alot of other bands and singers, so here are just a few:

The Beatles, The Who, The Police, Taylor Swift, Paramore, Coldplay, Boys Like Girls, the Arctic Monkeys, John Nathaniel,
Nirvana, Carrie Underwood, Train, George Harrison, John Lennon, and lots more.

she'd never tell you-- But Saff has a tiny crush on Jay Freyl, even though she'd never have the guts to ask him out or anything.



[[JOE--♥]]


[[SILVER--♥]]




HANDWRITING--

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[[ . WHAT TO CALL HER . ]]
when her parents are angry; Alice Marie Stoler
her friends; Alice, Ali
her enemies; Stoler (as in, calling her by her last name)

[[ . THE LOOKS . ]]
photo shoot of the outside; Starting with her face, what probably stands out the most with Alice is the shade of her eyes -- a brilliant blue. A slight touch eyeliner or eyeshadow or some type of makeup around that area usually brings them out even more, as they stand in contrast with her face. Her eyes are framed with lashes which are rather long, even without any applied mascara. Her eyebrows are arched in a curved shape over her eyes -- nothing unusual about that. Her nose fits in with the rest of her face, although she herself, being relatively critical of herself, thinks it might be a little on the big side.

Her hair falls down to halfway down her back, a pretty decent length. It falls down in faint waves, nothing all too special. Her hair's naturally a pale brown color bordering somewhat near a dark blond, but with highlights and everything -- it's kind of hard to tell. She did get in a kind of large amount of trouble since her parents didn't particularly like the idea of her getting highlights, but that's just Alice for you.

Alice somewhat has a grudge against short and dainty figured tiny girls who don't even reach over five feet. She herself is proud owner to a height of five feet, six inches -- which was probably a little above average. To her, it was, at least -- since she knew twelve year olds who were 5'4. Her legs are long, allowing her to participate well in athletic activities, especially those involved with running. Honestly, she's proud to be tall.

After all, being small doesn't necessarily mean skinny, and being tall doesn't mean fat. Alice isn't super skinny -- she's a healthy weight, exactly where she should be, give or take a few pounds. Even though she eats way too much for her own good, she doesn't gain too much -- yet she has to be somewhat careful around sugary foods.

[[ . THE HOBBIES . ]]
what you can find her doing; Well, first things first -- you can find her playing sports, whether it be soccer or field hockey. She's more of the track and field type, incorporated with running and jumping. When it comes to track, her favorite eventing would happen to be a decision between the long jump and the high jump. There are other sports that are part of her agenda as well -- softball, lacrosse, horseback riding, and... well, a lot of others. The only sport she doesn't really exactly like is golf -- it's a little too boring for her.

Still, her whole life doesn't revolve around sports -- there are other things she likes. For example: her music. On the track field or in the school hallways, or almost anywhere, you'll find her rocking out to her iPod, as it's one of her most treasured possessions. Electronics, in general, are a large portion of her life. Besides her iPod, she values her cell phone just as much -- texting and calling are something vital to her, and her laptop is something that she uses a lot as well.

Although she's not some huge art fanatic, she does have a decent sense of fashion, and can spend hours in the mall mixing and matching things so that they fit her taste. If she is forced to paint or do something artsy, her work is mostly contemporary and modern -- splatters on a canvas, blendings of colors that can remind you somewhat of a sunset, and all the rest of it.

Alice doesn't particularly look like a type of girl that would have a decent hand at cooking and baking and all that culinary stuff, but you'd be surprised. If she has enough patience, she can actually come up with foods that are edible and that are actually quite good. Still, the ratio of good meals she's prepared in contrast to the number of spoiled meals usually ranges around half and half.

Despite the fact that she's not exactly a girl who spends all her time reading, she does happen to be seen carrying a book or two around sometimes. Her favorite series is probably the Twilight series [since it's also Blackie's favorite series xD].

[[ . THE TEMPERAMENT . ]]
leave me alone; Just like the Alice in the Twilight series, this Alice is somewhat of a matchmaker and flirt combined into one, no matter how hypocritical that kind of seems. Being in general a relatively good actor, she can paint on a sweet face that can fool most, although in most cases, the sweet appearance is for real.

Alice is an open person -- she's not afraid to let her feelings known, nor is she afraid to keep them inside when she feels that that's needed. When it comes to friends, she's usually extremely loyal and will offer a shoulder to cry on, as long as she agrees that the situation is serious enough for that person to sob over.

Headstrong and certainly not shy, Alice plows through her life, including both at school and home, as well as certain activities that she does outside of school. In truth, she's not afraid to get into trouble, this trait making her appear to be a daredevil. Rules to her are just flaw-ridden boundries that are set -- she can usually find a loophole in them.

The first appearance of Alice you might find is a good-natured, sweet girl who is willing to help you. But guess what -- she's not all sugar. Take a second look, and you'll see that sarcasm runs off of her tongue like a second language, and that she doesn't take too kindly to being ordered around.

Don't like how she acts?
Guess what?
Deal with it, darling.

[[ . THE FAVORITISMS . ]]
food; Okay, this kind of speaks for itself. As stated before, she can usually eat all she wants and she won't gain a pound, but she should watch sugary foods, as they tend to make her extremely hyper in a matter of minutes. And when I refer to hyper, it means really hyper. On average, Alice is a pretty fast runner. Imagine with her devouring a couple of Hersheys bars before running. Food is kind of a passion, no matter how cheesy that sounds. She loves all types of it -- whether it be Italian, Spanish, French, Indian, Chinese -- anything. You set it in front of her and she's fearless to try it.

rainbows & butterflies; Well. Maybe not exactly. But she does like things that a pretty and shiny.

iPod; She wouldn't be able to live without it. Honestly. Alice just wouldn't be Alice without her dancing and singing along with her iPod, no matter how bad she sounds when she sings.

We the Kings && The Rocket Summer Holie-cow. She would never be able to live without these two alternative rock bands; they're the awesomest.

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Pic = Ashley Orr
Content of bio by Blackie! -snork-

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A WORD, SIR?
"Uh."
"Um."
"...."
Pssst. Not very conversational.

MAKEOVERS ARE FUN!
"Uh. Not really."
When it comes to caring about his looks, Jay falls quite short of that limit, even if it is for guys. Honestly, he'll just throw on whatever he finds and he'll just walk right on through to wherever he has to go. He doesn't exactly care what other think of him, which can be a good thing and a bad thing. A good thing because that shows that he has a large amount of self-esteem which is something hard to find these days, yet it's also a bad thing due to the fact that it means that people think he's kind of weird.

You can easily say that he got a good portion of good looks from his parents, especially his father, but he's not exactly drop-dead gorgeous. Somewhat broad-chested and tall as well as well-muscled, you'd think he would be someone who's more into wrestling and play fighting with his friends or whatever, yet he's actually not. You'll get that explained to you further on.

His eyes are a deep, amber color, somewhat balancing between a dark yellow and a soft brown. Surprisingly, he has really long lashes -- long enough to make a few girls jealous of them, in fact. His hair, a dark brown color, usually falls into his eyes, driving his parents crazy, although he fails to see why they get so worked up about it. Coming from his mouth directly, "Umm... I mean, why should they get so frustrated about it? It's my own hair."

Jay is one of those guys with legs that are really long, which drive you crazy. He's kind of more of a guy who's legs are skinny and lankly, meaning that when he sits down at a desk or something that's not very high, he's forced to bend his legs even more than others. Next time you see someone like this, think of Jay.

RAWR. I'M A LION.
"That's... awesome. I think."
Although not exactly very funny himself, Jay does have an okay sense of humor, although sometimes it does happen to be a little dry. Sometimes it takes him more than one try to fully understand a joke, but he's not stupid -- he'll get it eventually.

On the topic of suggesting that he's stupid, it's actually quite the contrary. Even though he doesn't look like one, he could easily be labeled as a nerd if you tossed a pair of glasses and gave him suspenders to wear, along with nasal spray. He's usually sticking his nose in one book or the other, something quite unusual to see among teenagers, especially teenage boys.

Oh yes -- and something else that can't be forgotten. Earlier, it was stated that it looked like he could be good at beating someone up. In truth, it would probably physically be possible, but he would be hating himself the whole entire time he did it. Jay's a really gentle guy -- he wouldn't hurt a fly.

This guy's also really good at bottling emotions up, resulting in the fact that he's kind of quiet and likes to spend time alone, but he also tries to balance it out with a little bit of socialness, although he's not particularly what you'd reference as a 'social butterfly.'

On the topic of whether he'd prefer to be a leader or a follower, he's most likely a follower. He stays silent for most part of when he has to work on a project with someone, but that doesn't mean he's lazy -- in fact, he's still hard working. Sometimes he'll toss in a few ideas here and there to help guide the assignment on the right way, but that's about it.

In general, he's a pretty well-rounded person: sweet, even-tempered, and all the rest -- for most of the time. When he's ticked off, he usually first, obviously, tries to keep it inside. If it's really that unbearable, he'll resort to going somewhere remote and take it out there physically (snapping twigs, kicking rocks, etc.). That doesn't happen too frequently, but if you don't see him for a couple of hours, that's what he's probably off doing.

There's kind of just one word to describe Jay without sounding too mean or too kind.

Eccentric.

I LOVE YOU, YOU LOVE MEEE.
"Sure... That's right..."
Soccer is Jay's one true passion. Besides this, there aren't many other hobbies. Whenever there's a ball near, you can most likely find him kicking it around at either a rapid pace, or a slow, more leisurely pace. Either way, from watching him, you can see that he's pretty good. Years of diligent practice will do that to you.

Reading is something else, but that's only something he does when he's not busy playing soccer, and when soccer takes up most of your life... well, you can say he gets in maybe at least ten to fifteen minutes of reading per day. He's pretty devoted to school and getting good grades, but he doesn't really have parents who freak out over his grades.

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"Check yes Juliet, are you with me, rain is falling down on the sidewalk, I won't go, until you come outside... Check yes Juliet, kill the limbo, I'll keep tossing rocks at your window, there's not turning back for us tonight..."

The voice was moving in musical patterns that were... were... well, off key, to tell the truth. She wasn't all that talented in the music department, nor did she particularly care to be. No, she didn't feel that it was a waste of time -- she just felt that it was something she didn't really want to devote herself to. After all, being an athlete already took a lot of time out of her life.

If you looked from a distance, you could see the slender figure of a female running at a rapid pace. No, she wasn't late for anything -- she was just running for the sake of it -- training, if you will. She was, obviously, extremely fit and big in the athletic department. Her bright pink pair of Converse sneakers were laced up tightly as they took step after step on the ground at a steady, rhythmic tempo. They weren't exactly the best type of shoes for running, but she had just thrown them on for the sake of it. Brown flip-flops were nestled deep within her bag, and she would retrieve them later after she was done.

"Lace up your shoes, way oh, way oh..."

She was dressed in a simple style, nothing all too difficult to comprehend, due to the fact that these where her running clothes. She had a pair of mesh shorts that fell to three inches above the knee, as well as a tank top bordering between a faint beige color and a light cream color. In order to prevent it from whipping around her while she ran, her light brown hair with all its highlights was tied back with an easy and loose ponytail.

It was like this every other day -- her schedule. She would get up early, go to school to drop of her stuff at her locker, then go out to run. She would then come back and change into whatever she would wear to school for the day, since she didn't exactly like the idea of walking around in the clothing she had just excersised in. On other days, she would simply sleep in for a few extra, valuable minutes before she set off for school to socialize or to cram in some more study time before school began.

"Here's how we do..."

Oh, goodness. It was like a bomb waiting to explode, its seconds ticking away. That was how her singing was before it reached the chorus of the song, especially when it was a loud and boisterous chorus like the one to the song she was listening to right now. Her iPod was probably, in fact, a safety hazard, since it allowed her to sing along to music, but then again... she just wouldn't exactly be herself if she didn't have it to sing along terribly too. After all, it's Alice we're talking about -- she practically needs her iPod to thrive.

"RUN BABY RUN, DON'T EVER LOOK BACK."

Well, there it was. Straight and clear. With her extremely blue eyes set straight in front of her and focused on everything coming up ahead, the beginning of the chorus was uttered from her vocal chords, and emitted through her lips, which weren't yet coated with any lipstick nor lip gloss yet.

"THEY'LL TEAR US APART-- IF I COULD FIND YOU NOW, THINGS WOULD GET BETTER."

'Holy cow,' you might be thinking. 'Those aren't the lyrics...' Well, you're right -- those are the lyrics to yet another song. The truth is, Alice is kind of flightly with her music -- she'll start listening to one song, then halfway through she'll change to another song. The fact that she does this just adds to her... weirdness and her awesomeness. When it comes to her music tastes, she can be listening to country at one moment [yes, she likes country -- don't make fun of her or else she'll take it personally to hurt you], and then she can immediately change to something hardcore.

She began slowing down, her singing thankfully dying down to just a harmless humming along to a tune. Entering the locker room that was still blissfully quiet and empty, she entered her locker combination into her lock. After two or three tries [all that running can make you feel muddled sometimes], she succeeded in getting it open. Pulling her clothes out of her gym bag, she changed into a dark blue tanktop and a pair of black jeans, both fitting her frame perfectly well. Digging her flip-flops out of her bag as well, she changed from her sneakers to them. Pulling the ponytail holder out of her hair and running her fingers through it a few times, she took out her school bag and locked her gym locker.

Standing in front of the mirror for a few moments, she went through her daily ritual of applying a few hints of make-up here and there. A few layers of lipstick, a little eyeliner to bring out the blueness of her eyes... yeah, that was all good. Taking out a pair of earrings with multiple golden hoops, she fastened them on.

With that, Alice Marie Stoler exited the locker room, making her way to her locker. Once there, she dropped her bag and sat down, settling in for a few moments. Grabbing her Physics binder out of her bag, she let out a sigh and opened it, viewing its contents. Thankfully, she took pretty good notes -- they contained the information she needed, as well as the added plus of being legible. She set to trying to take it all in, even though it was kind of... hard.

Oh, and did I forget to mention that she was still listening to her iPod?

ooc; Okay, honestly... I think this is the worst intro I've ever done -- even for a human. x.x;

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Light footsteps could be heard on the sidewalk if you listened closely, as Holly Taylor made her way to school. In her hand was her iPod; the silver nano and one of her favorite songs was playing: She Loves You by the Beatles, and Holly sang along to the song.

She loves you yeah, yeah yeah
She loves you yeah yeah yeah
She loves you yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You think you've lost your love,
well I saw her yesterday-ay.
Said it's you she's thinkin' of...

She continued on to the school; it would be a good ten minutes before she got there, but she still had time. She looked at her watch. It was 7:45 now, and school started at 8:30, so she still had ten minutes to get there and talk to a few people before starting her first day of classes.

Holly had dressed somewhat carefully for the first day of school, because to her, first impressions were important. She had picked out a pair of faded blue denim shorts, and a light green tank top. Around her eyes, she wore a thin line of eyeliner, bringing out the sea green of her eyes, and on her lips she wore a little bit of lip gloss. She had her light brown hair in a high ponytail, but she would take it out when she got to school. A pair of black flats covered her feet as she walked to the school.

Finally, she was at the school. She checked her watch: 8:00. She walked into the school, down the hallway to her locker, and saw another girl witting in front of her locker, listening to her iPod. Holly glanced down at her own iPod, and the song playing was Viva La Vita by Coldplay.

"I used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word now every morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets that I used to own…" Holly sang along to the song, her voice an octave higher than the one in the song. She sang rather well, and loved music. You would usually find her singing to her iPod or in the music room after school playing the piano, or the guitars there. Or maybe just sitting alone, drawing with a skilled hand. She wasn’t what you would call a “social butterfly” but she was somewhat social, although she did enjoy her time alone. At first glance, you wouldn’t think she was much of an intellectual person, with pretty green eyes, and light brown hair, but she could be a nerd sometimes. Science was her favorite subject besides music and art, and she was good at it. The chorus was coming up in the song, and Holly sang a tiny bit louder, forgetting that the other girl was sitting near her.

"I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword, my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world."

Holly finished singing, and opened her locker. She looked in the mirror, and a slightly tanned, heart shaped face looked back at her with deep, sea green eyes ringed with a thin line of eyeliner. She reached into her bag, and put on a bit of lip gloss. She took out her ponytail, and shook her hair a bit to give it volume, and ran her fingers through it a few times to get out extra tangles. She gave a satisfied sigh, and sat in front of her locker, waiting for more people to come into the school.

While waiting, she changed the song on her iPod to Roxane by The Police, singing along softly. She took a drawing pad an pencil out of her backpack, and started to draw a picture of the lockers, her bright green eyes moving from the hallway to her paper as she waited for more students to come in, still singing softly to the chorus of Roxane.

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HEY!

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Name? Oh, that's easy. Lily Katelyn Rose Parker. Too long for you? You can just call me Lily or Kate if you like.[/size][/color]


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"No! No photos please!"

Um, yeah. This girl isn't really a photogenic type. Not that she isn't pretty, but she hates getting her picture taken.

Now, for looks...

To start off with, Lily has light brown, chestnut colored hair cut short at about one and a half inches above her shoulders, her long bangs usually obscuring her moss colored eyes a bit, or swept to the side.

Her figure is rather slim, a bit like a dancer's figure. She used to take ballet a few years ago, making her a somewhat good dancer, and pretty flexible.

"Hmmmm, what shall I wear today?"

As far as style goes, Lily
she'll probably be wearing jeans and a sweater or sweatshirt (she gets cold pretty easily for some reason.) When it gets hot, she'll probably wear a T-shirt (mostly a graphic tee), or a tank top and shorts.

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"My personality, you ask? Well let me tell you, love."

Yes, she sometimes has a habit of calling people love. But that's what makes Lily Lily.

Moving on, her personality is rather bubbly and kind. But if you get on her bad side, she'll either lash out at you (with words), or give you the silent treatment.

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what to call him-- Wesley James Price. (Uh, yeah, he hates it too) Call him Wesley, and he'll kill you. (you should call him Wes.)

act natural-- Wes's personality is somewhat shy, but he does have a short temper. He's usually quiet, and won't really go up to random people and say hi unless they talk to him first. Wes is more of the artistic type, even though, from the outside, it doesn't seem like it. At a first glance you'd probably think he was somewhat emo or goth or whatever, but he's really not. He does pretty well in school, even though he hates math. But overall he's a pretty nice person if you get to know him.

in the mirror-- Wes isn't half bad looking, but he isn't one of those, picture perfect, tanned and extremely muscled jocks that all the cheerleaders like. He has black hair that hangs down into his blue-green eyes. His skin is a little tan from the summer, but other than that, he's not all that strong, making him a rather skinny person, but not that skinny.

As far as clothes go, Wes is usually wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Pretty simple. For shoes, he's usually wearing some kind of skate shoes (because he skateboards. c:)

interests-- Art (mostly sketching, but he'll sometimes be seen doing paintings or sculptures), reating, skateboarding, horseback riding (mostly at his best friend, Saffron's house.), and playing bass guitar and piano.







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[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

He was a quiet sort of guy, not liking to butt into business that didn't really belong to him. He more preferred to sit back and let life pass him by, and he only really reaccted and tried to do something when he was absolutely required to. Some people would describe this as being lazy, while others would fine a sensible reasoning in doing this. In truth, he truly didn't have much of a problem with it, since, after all, it was what he was accustomed too. All that drama that had to be fulfilled in a normal teenager's life? Well, he didn't want to be a part of it. He found that it was all quite stupid, and that people could live without it if they honestly just tried. It really wasn't hard: if he could do it, then basically anyone else in the whole entire world could do it if they put their mind to it.

Jay Freyl was not your ordinary jock -- he wasn't outgoing, and he had a rather shy demeanor that surrounded him. There were very few people who could get him to open up, and even those people sometimes had difficulties when it came. Surprisingly, however, Jay happened to prefer more outgoing people as his choice of friends. It was probably because they chattered a lot, filling up the silence, so that he didn't really have to make an effort. Still, he was pleasant: when he did speak, it was always to say something nice. He very rarely thought harsh thoughts against someone, and he even more rarely said anything rude to someone.

His hands were dug into the pockets of his jeans. His amber colored eyes were darting everywhere, looking about and taking in the area of the school, making special landmarks in his head so that he would be able to find his way around the place later on. If there was one thing Jay hated, it was being lost and having to ask someone for directions. It just made him feel so... inferior. He liked knowing things, and he liked knowing where he had to go and when he had to be there. He was, obviously, a very orderly and punctual person, not one to be late for class.

He was somewhat broadchested, wearing a white collared shirt buttoned up with a pale brown t-shirt underneath. It was a casual style of dress, and he rather liked it, since comfortable always came before designer brands and what not. Still, he looked relatively presentable, which was an added bonus. He had on a pair of black Vans, which were also comfortable, making it easy for him to move about.

Slung over his right shoulder was his black messenger bag. It wasn't decently light, but it wasn't too heavy for him to carry. Even though, when he reached his locker, he dumped a few of his books out just for the sake of lightening his load. Slamming his locker shut, he dropped his bag on the ground. Running his fingers through his dark brown hair for a few moments, he exhaled deeply.

What he wouldn't give for a soccer ball and an empty field right now, instead of the whitewashed halls of the high school. Jay was actually quite the athletic type: he was built right for it, too. Soccer was his main passion in life, and he was absolutely devoted to practicing it. The only thing that barred his way from proving that he was a real soccer star was the fact that he didn't want the soccer team to come in and sweep up his talent to show off to the whole entire world. Jay wasn't even very aware that he was good at soccer -- he was just aware of the fact that he liked soccer, and it was something that he could play for endless amounts of time, usually by himself. You might say that it's impossible to play soccer by yourself, and that might be true, but Jay could spend time simply dribbling and scoring at a net. It really wasn't too hard.

Jay was also big in the reading department, but it wasn't exactly a passion. He did enjoy it, however, which was rather nice, as most teenagers didn't particularly enjoy sitting down with a good book, as opposed to hanging out with their friends day in and day out. Being more of a solitary person, however, Jay had no problem whatsoever. He didn't worry about looking odd with his nose stuck in his book, and he didn't worry about what other people thought about him -- which was actually an impressive stature of self-esteem.

You would think that being more of a loner would have made Jay a person who was always looking toward someone else for their opinion, but in fact, he didn't honestly care. He was perfectly fine with judging himself, and he never did that too harshly, although there were times when he was a little tough on himself. That didn't really make a difference, though -- Jay was Jay, no matter what, and there was nothing that you couldn't change about him.

As for schoolwork... well, Jay did all right. He made passing grades, with the occasional super high grade, and the occasional awful grade. His parents were pretty lenient, so he believed that he led a good life that wasn't too stressful. With the exception of school, he didn't really have to do anything he didn't want to -- which was a pretty lucky break for a teenager.

Jay Freyl was... well, living life swell.
Heh. The sentence above might've seemed a little... odd, but it did have its own value in the truth of Jay's life. In general, he was never much of a complainer, so it didn't exactly matter.

In the end, Jay was a pretty pleasant, if shy, boy.
Who doesn't love a boy who's awesome like that?

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Check yes Juliet, are you with me…


“I always needed time on my own, I never thought I’d need you there when I cried…”
And so continued the daily routine of Saffron Radoe skateboarding (yes, skateboarding) to William James High School. It was the third day of her second year in High school, and she wasn’t really all that excited. New teachers, harder math, yeah, all the same stuff every year.

”And the days feel like years, when I’m alone, and the bed where you lied, is made up on your side… When you walk away, I count the steps that you take…” continued Saffron, as she made her way to school. She checked her watch: 7:55. If she got there by eight, she would have about thirty minutes of free time to practice her guitar. Yes, her guitar. Which was currently nestled comfortably in a black case (with decorations including various Beatles, Elvis, British flag stickers, and more); with a fuzzy, neon purple interior. The reason she was going to practice her guitar was because she was going to try out for the jazz band this year, and she could play guitar for that. She was pretty good at guitar, and also piano, and she’s been playing since she was seven, so that’s eight years of guitar and piano. Lovely.

At last, she had reached the high school, and was walking towards her locker. While making her way towards her locker, she passed by two people, both of which were listening to their iPods, and one of which was singing along to the song currently playing. Saffron guessed it was Violet Hill by Coldplay. So that one’s got good taste in music, she thought to herself. She’d have to introduce herself sometime. But how she wished she was back at the stable, having a good gallop on Joe, or tending to her beautiful (and pregnant) Silver, instead of being cooped up in school for about six hours, doing stupid math problems, or learning about the Civil War. It's not that she didn't do well in school, because she did, but she still didn't like it.

Saffron opened her locker, and found that her reflection wasn’t exactly like the one she saw this morning, getting ready for school. Her blonde hair with brown undertones (no, not dyed) was rather windblown from skateboarding as fast as she possibly could to get to school on time, but other than that, her look was pretty much the same. Her smoky green eyes stared back at her, ringed with long, dark lashes and a thin line of eyeliner. Currently, she was wearing a black tank top with a faded white peace sign on it, and a pair of light blue denim shorts. On her feet, she was wearing a pair of black and white checkered Converse shoes.

She reached into her yellow messenger bag and pulled out some lip gloss, applying it carefully to her lips. She took out a couple of books that she would need later and put them in her locker, her eyes lingering on the picture of her mother for a moment before filling up with tears, them quickly closed her locker and sat down, getting out her guitar and starting the notes to Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton, and glancing around the hallway. Her smoky, sea green eyes catching on a rather broad chested teenage male, probably around the same age as her. She couldn't help but stare slightly, as his dark brown hair and amber eyes were quite captivating, her eyes lingered for a second longer before darting back to her guitar, in fear that he might look over and catch her staring. After all, she was a rather shy person, and she usually didn't talk to many people except for when they talked to her, and mostly read or drew or played guitar or piano in her free time. Continuing the song, she began to sing along, out of habit, her voice traveling along with the melody in a rather pretty, but quiet way. She wondered where Wes, her best friend in the whole entire world (or maybe her only friend) was.

This was a morning in the life of miss Saffron Lara Radoe. Amazing, no. Awesome? Psh, heck yeah..[/font][/size]

rain is falling down on the sidewalk, I won’t go, until you come outside…

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Everything felt the same as ever. Normal. Simplicity was key for Jay, and he wouldn't change that for the world. People's glances barely darted his way, but he had no problem with that. He was simply content with just listening to others talk, filling up whatever he was supposed to say in response. When he did talk, however, he was always careful with what words he said, as he was of the cautious sort.

He blinked, leaning back against a wall. For a brief moment, he felt as if someone's gaze had drifted over, lingering on him for a few moments. Instantly alerted, he looked around. The hall was relatively empty, with the exception of a few arrivers. The area was quiet, although that would soon change as more and more people began being dropped off. His eyes flickered toward the inhabitants of the hall -- all girls, go figure. Still, this didn't exactly bother him -- in fact, it somewhat intrigued him. Studying and observing, he recognized Alice Stoler, as he was rather friendly with her -- the two hung out sometimes. He was drawn to her due to the fact that he didn't have to speak too much when she was around -- she didn't try to prod him to talk.

Well, well, well. However should he begin socializing, even though he truly didn't want to? Should he greet Alice, or should he start with someone he completely didn't know? It occured to him that these thoughts were one of someone afraid to get out and speak with others -- and yes, that could partially describe him.

Okay... wait one second. Why were there two people singing? Honestly, Jay was confused now. Who just sat around in the hallway and sang? Well... Nevermind. He knew a lot of people. Alice, for example? Hah.

Walking over to the nearest female to him, he cleared his throat to state that he was there. "Hey," he said in a nonchalant tone of voice, his voice relatively quiet.

"Jay!"

The sudden cry startled him and he instantly looked up and around to see the source of it. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned, seeing Alice. A subtle smile carved itself into his lips as he acknowledged his friend.

Alice returned Jay's smile before returning her attention to the other female in their... uhh... trio. "Hi," she greeted in a lilting voice, "the name's Alice -- simple as that. If there were one word to describe me, you would say... uhh..." She paused here, trying to come up with a word that wouldn't sound too cheesy.

"How about the simple word, 'crazy'?" Jay asked, teasing quietly, returning his attention back to the blonde female.

ooc; Okay, this post is kind of stupid. Just deal with it... bahhh.

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At the sound of a soft male voice, Saffron's head jerked up in surprise. Her green eyes widened slightly as she saw who had been talking to her. She struggled for words to say as she just stared at him.

After a couple of seconds that seemed to go on for hours, a female voice, rather high pitched and loud compared to the male's soft, quiet one. "Jay!" she had called, probably talking to the male. So his name was Jay.

"Hi. The name's Alice -- simple as that. If there were one word to describe me, you would say... uhh..."

That was what the female - Alice, had said to her. Saffron waited for the two friend's- or couple's?- conversation to end before she answered. Her cheeks were slightly red from the embarrassment of them actually noticing her singing. They probably thought she was weird for just randomly playing guitar in the hallway.

"Er... hi..." she said to Jay, softly, meeting his gaze for a second before turning to Alice. "Hi Alice. I'm Saffron," she said, lifting up her hand to give a small wave, still a bit startled by her...interesting appearance.

Saffron opened her guitar case, bright purple fuzz now visible, and gingerly laid her guitar down inside it. She closed it and stood up, looking back and forth between them both. "Sorry if the noise disrupted you guys," she said, gesturing to her guitar. Goodness, how much more embarrassing could this get?

ooc--;;Wow, that was awful. Bleh.
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Alice's eyes flickered briefly to the guitar, a genuine smile of admiration flitted across her face. "You play guitar?" she asked cheerfully. "That's pretty cool. From what I heard, you're pretty good. Then again, because of me being... uhh... musically challenged, everyone's good. But no, no -- don't take that the wrong way -- I think you're awesome at it. I wish I could play, but hah -- as it comes, I'm not exactly the most skillful at music, or any type of artsy thing whatsoever. Probably somehow comes from my genetics or something. Give me a paint brush and a canvas, and I'll have no idea what to do. Hand me charcoal and paper... and, oh boy, it'll probably all get on my face. Mhmm... Yeah... I'm going to shut up now, seeing as we've now established the fact that I cannot draw or paint for my life."

Well, off she went again -- chattering as if there were no possibility that tomorrow would eventually come. Jay regarded Alice with a slightly amused expression, elbowing her slightly in the ribs to make her stop talking. Still, however, he was rather glad that she was filling up the awkward silence -- he knew that he would have never been able to do that, especially when conversing with this girl -- Saffron was her name, was it not? He couldn't help but steal a few glances at her, and recognizing the fact that she was rather pretty. It wasn't as if Alice were ugly or anything -- but he didn't exactly see her that way.

"That's Alice for you," Jay told Saffron with a sheepish smile and shrug. "She pops out of nowhere. But anyway... I'm Jay." He paused here. It seemed rather odd to just end his sentence like that. "Jay Freyl," he added quickly, not wanting it to seem like he was feeling a little... shy. Awkward. Weird. Whatever the word for it was, Jay supposed it was just because he was familiar only with being anti-social.

"Jay's pretty quiet," Alice filled in for Jay, although this was probably an obvious fact. Then again, most people were considered quiet in comparison to Alice. Sometimes it was pretty hard to shut her up, as she just went on and on and on and on and -- well, I believe you get the point now.

"Who I am hates who I've been..." the female sang. Sure, it was off-key, but she was singing. Pausing here and realizing that she was getting off track here, she stopped. "Yeahhh. I know. I told you. I was musically challenged. Hah."

Jay glanced at Alice, shaking his head with a bemused smile.

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"Thanks," Saffron replied to Alice, taking in the compliment that she was good at guitar. "I bet you're not bad at music," she assured the girl. "And really, anyone can draw. I think it's fun," she went on. "Well, I guess its mostly because I'm somewhat of an artsy type and..." Oh no, she was babbling. She wasn't much of the talking type, but she usually babbled on and on when she was nervous.

Saffron acknowledged the fact that Jay was talking to her. "Hi, um... Jay," she said, finding it hard to meet his eyes with her own for too long. She hated the fact that she was acting like an idiot just because she was shy. "Like I said before, I'm Saffron. Radoe. You can call me Saff if you want. I know it's a weird name," she went on to Jay. "My mom... my mom was an artist. Saffron was her favorite color," she explained to Jay, her voice soft now.

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"I'm more of a sportsy person," Alice responded easily. "Which is probably the reason why I don't have that much time to focus on me becoming better in music and the arts. Athletics are really what I try to work on. Soccer, horseback riding, volleyball, swimming, fencing, cross country -- and the likes. Name a sport, and I'll probably have either tried it, or I'll put it on my own list. Field hockey and track and field are probably my favorite. Long jump and high jump are most likely my favorite track and field events, but regular meter dashes are cool too... And... uh... yeah. It takes a lot of water for me, but it works whatsoever. I'd drink Gatorade or Red Bull or another energy drink, but sometimes that doesn't work out so great, since I get extremely hyper, and I tend to not shut up even more than right now. I only drink those sometimes. Like... Before a game or a meet... or... yeah, I'll stop now."

It was amazing -- Alice could just keep on talking and talking, barely taking a breath as she spoke. Running her fingers through her hair and flipping it ever so slightly, she inhaled and exhaled. Thankfully, running was helpful toward her lung capacity, allowing her to go longer without air. Brilliant, wasn't it?

"And now, I'll hand it over to Jay," she said in a teasing tone, making a gesture toward the boy who was looking rather bewildered.

"Uh-hunh... Yeah, well, let's make this short so you don't need to listen to someone talking nonstop just like we witnessed," Jay told Saffron, jabbing Alice in the side in a sharp, quick movement. "I play a lot of soccer -- it's probably one of my passions, no matter how odd that sounds." He considered telling about how he liked to read at times, but decided to keep that to himself.

"So... uhh... yeah," he finished rather awkwardly, leaning back against the wall after moving his shoulders in a movement that could be easily defined as a simple shrug. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, waiting for the silence to once again be filled.

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