Heatherdale Academy [IC/OPEN]

[Castle Crashers]

Heatherdale Academy

An unusual and unfortunate roleplay.

OOC

On November 17th, 2015, Carol Saunders' body was found three days after she went missing. She was only fifteen. Her life had reached so many people, and many knew her well. The news of her death was devastating. The worst news was that her cause of death was unknown. You, and many others, were good friends with Carol. You remember her from school, from social events, from your neighborhood gatherings. In almost all of your teenage memories, she was there somewhere. To know she was gone made life seem a little duller, a little less colorful. She had been a cheerful, happy, fun girl, and her death was unjustified. You had been with her the night before she went missing, whether you realized it at the time or not. You remember seeing her in your own way. Her death has brought together some unlikely people. You and multiple others had become suspects in her death. The police continue to question you, and it is beginning to get annoying. They follow you, trail where you go, watch you come home from school. As a result, you and the other suspects are banding together. Together, you want to solve what really happened to Carol Saunders, and who or what killed her.
And remember, trust no one.
Woo! I really wanted to do a school-style RP, so here it is! :3 I really hope you enjoy it, and I hope you're interested!

1.) No meta-gaming, godmodding, etc.
2.) Yes, there can be romance, but please, keep it PG-13.
3.) There could possibly be some gory subjects, so keep that at the PG-13 level too.
4.) DONT BE MEAN IN THE OOC. You can be a jerk in the IC. :3
5.) Refrain from arguing too much in the OOC, please.
6.) Don't be all OP like "Ooh, I know what killed her!" right when it starts. Or ever. I'll say when.
7.) What I say goes.
8.) Have a bunch of fun! :3

[Sir Puggington]

Reserved

[Barboneia]

Tyler Patterson, 16 years old, paced around outside of Heatherdale Academy, his school uniform slightly rustled. He held his backpack in one hand, books and pencils nearly spilling out of it. He kept glancing down at his grey digital watch, it's interface displaying nothing; he forgot to replace the battery. Drat!

"Ah piss, I don't remember what bloody time it is! What if I'm late? Or what I'm early? Bloody American time zones..."

Tyler ran a hand through his thick and shiny black hair, and facepalmed.

"Ugh..."

[Xanama]

Sara walked up to the building and sighed with a hint of dissapointment, "I moved from Canada for this? Hm, guess I gotta get used to it, it does look good though...." Sarah sat down resting on her backpack, she pulled out a notebook and started to draw, humming happily to herself

[Quensatango]

They were out there again, hiding in their unmarked car watching every minute as he stepped out of the house and started in the direction of the school. His family lived close enough for him to walk which normally he wouldn’t mind but now it bothered him. It was even more annoying that his sister was allowed to stay home while his parents forced him to attend school, if she were here it wouldn’t be as awkward. He slowly began whistling mindlessly not really creating any sort of tune rather just seeing how low and high he could whistle. When he became bored of that he tried to look around but that was pointless also, he’d always walked this route to and from school every day so he knew almost every little detail. With a sigh he casually looked behind him and as expected their car was slowly trailing him. They did it every day and it made Adrian feel uncomfortable, it wasn’t like they could do anything and they’d already questioned him numerous times. “What do they want?” he thought aloud, then he started to jog and as if on cue he heard the rubber tires rolling on the pavement behind him. Adrian began to jog faster now, coming into a slow sprint the school was almost in sight, he herd to car behind him slowly gaining speed and then he started to move in a full out run going as fast as his legs could take him. When he was able to make out a few figures in front of the building he abruptly stopped, the car following in tow creating a loud screech. Adrian looked back at the car now getting a good look at it, the car this time it was a black Hyundai. Now looking right at the front window shield Adrian gave a small smirk proud of his achievement, he hoped the officers inside noticed. With barley much distance left Adrian made his way to the front steps of the school seeing two others, an older boy who was pacing around looking worried for some reason, the other was a girl also older she was calmly resting on her backpack scribbling something in a notebook. Adrian wondered if they were early too, both were older than himself so he wasn’t really sure he should be talking to them, instead he walked over to a wall and leaned against it, watching as the unmarked police car now made its way out of sight.

[Xanama]

They were out there again, hiding in their unmarked car watching every minute as he stepped out of the house and started in the direction of the school. His family lived close enough for him to walk which normally he wouldn’t mind but now it bothered him. It was even more annoying that his sister was allowed to stay home while his parents forced him to attend school, if she were here it wouldn’t be as awkward. He slowly began whistling mindlessly not really creating any sort of tune rather just seeing how low and high he could whistle. When he became bored of that he tried to look around but that was pointless also, he’d always walked this route to and from school every day so he knew almost every little detail. With a sigh he casually looked behind him and as expected their car was slowly trailing him. They did it every day and it made Adrian feel uncomfortable, it wasn’t like they could do anything and they’d already questioned him numerous times. “What do they want?” he thought aloud, then he started to jog and as if on cue he heard the rubber tires rolling on the pavement behind him. Adrian began to jog faster now, coming into a slow sprint the school was almost in sight, he herd to car behind him slowly gaining speed and then he started to move in a full out run going as fast as his legs could take him. When he was able to make out a few figures in front of the building he abruptly stopped, the car following in tow creating a loud screech. Adrian looked back at the car now getting a good look at it, the car this time it was a black Hyundai. Now looking right at the front window shield Adrian gave a small smirk proud of his achievement, he hoped the officers inside noticed. With barley much distance left Adrian made his way to the front steps of the school seeing two others, an older boy who was pacing around looking worried for some reason, the other was a girl also older she was calmly resting on her backpack scribbling something in a notebook. Adrian wondered if they were early too, both were older than himself so he wasn’t really sure he should be talking to them, instead he walked over to a wall and leaned against it, watching as the unmarked police car now made its way out of sight.

Sarah looked up from what she was drawing, she waved at him, "Who would you be?" She smiled, putting the notebook away and looking at him, she had a 'pride' shirt on, "I trust you're new as well? " She said

[Soviet Chernarus]

"Ehhh..." Aiden yawned, still tired even after he slept. His hair was messy, and he hadn't bothered to straighten it out, although Aiden knew that some of the teachers would get irritated with him. Hey, if given a choice, he wouldn't even be at this school anyway- unfortunately, his parents forced him to attend. Having to wear a uniform...he'd rather choose what to wear. Grumbling something incomprehensible under his breath, presumably something about school, Aiden continued to walk along the sidewalk. He had taken this route many times before, and like many others he chose to walk to school; his house wasn't that far, maybe 15 minutes away from the Academy. Plus, Aiden always liked to be outside and breathe in the fresh air, which comforted him for some weird reason.

As he started to approach the Academy he noticed other people were already there; there was a boy pacing about and others. "Hey," He simply said to them

[Xanama]

Sarah sighed and kept drawing and sat back down, "Where is carol? She said she was coming back." She said to herself, she looked at the 2 students that were there, she went back to drawing again

[Quensatango]

Sarah looked up from what she was drawing, she waved at him, "Who would you be?" She smiled, putting the notebook away and looking at him, she had a 'pride' shirt on, "I trust you're new as well? " She said

Adrian was idly thinking about random things, the older boy was starting to mumble things to himself and continuously looking down at his wrist probably trying to check the time. When Adrian let his eyes drift towards the girl he noticed she was waving at him, he looked behind him in case she was trying to greet someone else, but to his small surprise there was no one there. Not wanting to be rude Adrian made his way to the girl, when he noticed she had a 'pride' shirt on made a false smile hoping she wouldn't notice. "Hello, I'm Adrian Muñez, I just started this year." He replied. "What's your name? If you don't mind..."

[Xanama]

Sarah looked up from what she was drawing, she waved at him, "Who would you be?" She smiled, putting the notebook away and looking at him, she had a 'pride' shirt on, "I trust you're new as well? " She said

Adrian was idly thinking about random things, the older boy was starting to mumble things to himself and continuously looking down at his wrist probably trying to check the time. When Adrian let his eyes drift towards the girl he noticed she was waving at him, he looked behind him in case she was trying to greet someone else, but to his small surprise there was no one there. Not wanting to be rude Adrian made his way to the girl, when he noticed she had a 'pride' shirt on made a false smile hoping she wouldn't notice. "Hello, I'm Adrian Muñez, I just started this year." He replied. "What's your name? If you don't mind..."

"I'm sara Thompson, and I can tell when someone has a fake smile. Nice name." Sarah laughed and smiled, "How are you today?" She kept smiling, shy yet enthusiastic, she went to get her bookbag quickly and she was back

[Transyl]

Alicia walked up to the school, she had just arrived, she was wearing her usual corset and skirt. Her outfits were always revealing like this, that's just her style. She had walked the entire way to the school today, and she was quite tired and as cheerful as she could be, although on the inside she was breaking down. Alicia took out her cell phone that her Aunt gave her, she lived with her Aunt ever since the incident happened when she was 7. Sadly her parents were dead, tragic, almost as tragic as what happened recently. She sighed, and began texting her Aunt, telling her that she was at school now and she would see her later on today.

She walked up to the school entrance, she didn't feel like going inside yet. Alicia was unsure of what exactly to do, whether she was late or early, she didn't know. Even though she was confused, nobody could tell, not even herself. She stared down at her leg, the bullet wound still there, and noticeable, she hoped nobody would look at that ugly scar. Alicia didn't quite understand what went wrong that day, when her father killed her mother, shot her, then killed himself. All she can remember is the pain, sorrow, and grief. When the cops showed up, they instantly took her to the emergency room, by the time she got on the Ambulance, she had blacked out. She didn't wake up until 2 days later, after a surgery to remove the bullet from her thigh. It was still painful, but tolerable at the time.

"I wonder if I'll make anymore friends here, if not, oh well then. I'm great with making friends." She said to herself, trying to be as cheery as possible in such a dire time.

[Charlia]

Charlotte stepped into the school building, ready for the day. As usual, she wore her uniform and carried her book bag, which was of course filled with classics like Great Expectations and also The Hobbit-style fantasies.

She wasn't quite sure what to do, though. She hoped she'd make more friends.

[Barboneia]

Tyler noticed the boy named Aiden approach. Tyler didn't interact with him much, but he thought he seemed alright enough. He walked towards him, raising a hand in greeting.

"Oi, how you doin', mate? Aiden, right? It's nice to see you, yeah? Oi, listen, you got the time? Me watch is, uh, broken."

[Soviet Chernarus]

Leaning on the brick wall of the school entrance he had set the bag beside him as he watched a girl who seemed to be a couple years older than he was walk up to the Academy. He debated whether or not to talk with these peopel: it would do him good to possibly talk and even befriend some of these people. While he was debating in his head he saw one of the others approach him; the guy that had been pacing around earlier. Aiden recognized him as Tyler...was that his name? "hey, how's it going Tyler? And what about your watch?"

[Xanama]

Alicia walked up to the school, she had just arrived, she was wearing her usual corset and skirt. Her outfits were always revealing like this, that's just her style. She had walked the entire way to the school today, and she was quite tired and as cheerful as she could be, although on the inside she was breaking down. Alicia took out her cell phone that her Aunt gave her, she lived with her Aunt ever since the incident happened when she was 7. Sadly her parents were dead, tragic, almost as tragic as what happened recently. She sighed, and began texting her Aunt, telling her that she was at school now and she would see her later on today.

She walked up to the school entrance, she didn't feel like going inside yet. Alicia was unsure of what exactly to do, whether she was late or early, she didn't know. Even though she was confused, nobody could tell, not even herself. She stared down at her leg, the bullet wound still there, and noticeable, she hoped nobody would look at that ugly scar. Alicia didn't quite understand what went wrong that day, when her father killed her mother, shot her, then killed himself. All she can remember is the pain, sorrow, and grief. When the cops showed up, they instantly took her to the emergency room, by the time she got on the Ambulance, she had blacked out. She didn't wake up until 2 days later, after a surgery to remove the bullet from her thigh. It was still painful, but tolerable at the time.

"I wonder if I'll make anymore friends here, if not, oh well then. I'm great with making friends." She said to herself, trying to be as cheery as possible in such a dire time.

sarah looked at her "Ah, another person, how are ya?" sarah walked over to her and pulled out her headphones so she could listen to music after the answer, "You look nice, if I may add" she smiled at her and sat resting against her book bag

[Transyl]

sarah looked at her "Ah, another person, how are ya?" sarah walked over to her and pulled out her headphones so she could listen to music after the answer, "You look nice, if I may add" she smiled at her and sat resting against her book bag

Alicia turned around and looked at her. "Well Hi! I'm Alicia! I'm doing great, how about you? And, who are you may I ask?" She smiled brightly, appearing highly friendly and nice. Trying not to scare her off with her cheeriness either.

[Charlia]

Alicia walked up to the school, she had just arrived, she was wearing her usual corset and skirt. Her outfits were always revealing like this, that's just her style. She had walked the entire way to the school today, and she was quite tired and as cheerful as she could be, although on the inside she was breaking down. Alicia took out her cell phone that her Aunt gave her, she lived with her Aunt ever since the incident happened when she was 7. Sadly her parents were dead, tragic, almost as tragic as what happened recently. She sighed, and began texting her Aunt, telling her that she was at school now and she would see her later on today.

She walked up to the school entrance, she didn't feel like going inside yet. Alicia was unsure of what exactly to do, whether she was late or early, she didn't know. Even though she was confused, nobody could tell, not even herself. She stared down at her leg, the bullet wound still there, and noticeable, she hoped nobody would look at that ugly scar. Alicia didn't quite understand what went wrong that day, when her father killed her mother, shot her, then killed himself. All she can remember is the pain, sorrow, and grief. When the cops showed up, they instantly took her to the emergency room, by the time she got on the Ambulance, she had blacked out. She didn't wake up until 2 days later, after a surgery to remove the bullet from her thigh. It was still painful, but tolerable at the time.

"I wonder if I'll make anymore friends here, if not, oh well then. I'm great with making friends." She said to herself, trying to be as cheery as possible in such a dire time.

Charlotte stepped back out, seeing a girl with a scar. She winced in sympathy and understanding. "Hey, who are you? I'm Charlotte. Are you okay? What happened to your leg, if you don't mind me asking?" It was clear on her face that she was associated with pain--and if you looked carefully, the tips of the scars on her back protruding slightly above her collar testified to it as well. Then she realized that the girl was already conversing with someone else and stepped back, stammering awkward apologies.

[Barboneia]

Tyler rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, not wanting to come across as an idiot.

"It's uh, well, alright, it's not broken, I forgot to replace the bloody battery. Again."

He held up his wrist to show him the watch. It seemed to be quite worn, the screen scratched and blank. The brand name "Mitchell-Kirkbride" could be seen just above the screen.

"So, like I said, you gots the time?"

[Xanama]

sarah looked at her "Ah, another person, how are ya?" sarah walked over to her and pulled out her headphones so she could listen to music after the answer, "You look nice, if I may add" she smiled at her and sat resting against her book bag

Alicia turned around and looked at her. "Well Hi! I'm Alicia! I'm doing great, how about you? And, who are you may I ask?" She smiled brightly, appearing highly friendly and nice. Trying not to scare her off with her cheeriness either.

"Sara, Sara Thompson, and I'm doing good, as you can see we're all waiting for school, had to move from Canada to get here, any way, I hope we can be good friends." She smiled back and put on headphones, though she could still hear, the music wasn't that loud, she then said the name of the song for no reason, "Toothless Hawkins, and his robot jazz band, lovley."

[Soviet Chernarus]

Tyler's last sentence piqued Aiden's interest. "Time for what?" He said, genuinely curious.

[Barboneia]

Tyler stared at Aiden blankly. Was his accent really that thick, or were Americans that stupid?

"Wot? Mate, I mean do you KNOW the time. I guess I just worded it weirdly, yeah? Although in England people responded the right way when I asked them if they had the time..."

Tyler muttered the last part under his breath.

[Transyl]

Charlotte stepped back out, seeing a girl with a scar. She winced in sympathy and understanding. "Hey, who are you? I'm Charlotte. Are you okay? What happened to your leg, if you don't mind me asking?" It was clear on her face that she was associated with pain--and if you looked carefully, the tips of the scars on her back protruding slightly above her collar testified to it as well. Then she realized that the girl was already conversing with someone else and stepped back, stammering awkward apologies.

Alicia looked at her, then looked at her leg. "Oh, uh. I'm Alicia. And..Uh. I'm fine, this scar happened when I was 7. What happened was. My father, after a divorce with my mother, broke into me and my mother's house with a shotgun. He shot and killed my mother, then shot me, then shot himself. He was aiming to hit me in the chest, but I shielded moved, and the bullet landed in my leg. Sigh, I lost my parents that day, in a tragedy. My father, turns out, he had a major mental illness and was supposed to be in a mental hospital.."

Alicia was now looking depressed, remembering the memories of what happened that day. She shed a single tear and sniffled, then pulled herself together and smiled.

"Sara, Sara Thompson, and I'm doing good, as you can see we're all waiting for school, had to move from Canada to get here, any way, I hope we can be good friends." She smiled back and put on headphones, though she could still hear, the music wasn't that loud, she then said the name of the song for no reason, "Toothless Hawkins, and his robot jazz band, lovley."

"Well, nice to meet you Sara. I hope we can be great friends, heh." Alicia smiled brightly, but kept looking at her scar.

[Castle Crashers]

Kyle walked slowly to school, her black earphones blocking out the normal sounds of the crowds of students that rushed by every morning. She walked with her head down, avoiding any sort of contact with anyone. A couple students brushed past her, making sure to cold-shoulder her on their way in. Such a motion caused her to drop her notebook, which she sighed and recollected from the ground. She continued to walk with her head down, her short black hair obscuring her face.

[Charlia]

Charlotte stepped back out, seeing a girl with a scar. She winced in sympathy and understanding. "Hey, who are you? I'm Charlotte. Are you okay? What happened to your leg, if you don't mind me asking?" It was clear on her face that she was associated with pain--and if you looked carefully, the tips of the scars on her back protruding slightly above her collar testified to it as well. Then she realized that the girl was already conversing with someone else and stepped back, stammering awkward apologies.

Alicia looked at her, then looked at her leg. "Oh, uh. I'm Alicia. And..Uh. I'm fine, this scar happened when I was 7. What happened was. My father, after a divorce with my mother, broke into me and my mother's house with a shotgun. He shot and killed my mother, then shot me, then shot himself. He was aiming to hit me in the chest, but I shielded moved, and the bullet landed in my leg. Sigh, I lost my parents that day, in a tragedy. My father, turns out, he had a major mental illness and was supposed to be in a mental hospital.."

Alicia was now looking depressed, remembering the memories of what happened that day. She shed a single tear and sniffled, then pulled herself together and smiled.

"Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry. That's awful... having a father betray you... like that..." She gazed into the distance as if lost in her own memories. A silent tear rolled down her face. "Fathers are supposed to protect you... not hurt you... or humiliate you... or make you afraid... whether they're biological or adoptive... it's not okay..." Another tear. And then another. She shook herself. "Anyway, I hope we can be friends." She looked over at a dark-haired girl and ran over to her. She had dropped her notebook after some jerk bumped into her on purpose.
"Hey, I'm Charlotte. Who are you? Do you want to be friends? Who was that creep?"

[Xanama]

Kyle walked slowly to school, her black earphones blocking out the normal sounds of the crowds of students that rushed by every morning. She walked with her head down, avoiding any sort of contact with anyone. A couple students brushed past her, making sure to cold-shoulder her on their way in. Such a motion caused her to drop her notebook, which she sighed and recollected from the ground. She continued to walk with her head down, her short black hair obscuring her face.

Sara was singing when she walked past her "The world is spinning too fast,
And I'm buying Nike shoes
To keep myself tethered
To the days I tried to lose.
My mamma said to slow down,
I must make my own shoes
And stop dancing to the music
Of Gorillaz in a happy mood
Keepin' my groove on", she stopped and walked to her, "Hi"