High School Host Club RP IC [CLOSED]

by **ImperialistSalvia** » Sun Sep 02, 2012 8:43 am

Fabuleux Private High School is defined with emphasis on one; family lineage, and two; wealth. This is one of the elite schools in Los Angeles that is for the sons and daughters of the wealthy. Only those with excellent social standing or from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time at the elite private High-school Fabuleux. The Fabuleux Host Club is where the school’s handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Fabuleux Private Academy’s playground for the rich and beautiful. Due to recent allegations, the Fabuleux Host Club has welcomed with (sort of) open arms, hostesses who can entertain young men with too much time on their hands.The prestigious host club of Fabuleux Private High School has recently opened its doors for business.

(Due to a lack of female students, anyone RPing a male host can also RP a female student if need be)
OOC

by **Unicario** » Sun Sep 02, 2012 8:58 am

Not far from Fabuleux
LA

Anya frowned and finished brushing her hair down, dealing with the wet mass, that was now drying. Anya was a foreign exchange student, barely fluent in English, but enough to understand. Her great-grandfather invented the world's most famous firearm -- The Avtomat Kalashnikova 1947, making it to the point that she was practical nobility. At her 15th birthday, her great-grandfather, Putin, Medvedev, Gorbachev and other famed Russians had showed up -- at the Kremlin ballroom. She had been practically an old Tsarist-era Princess that day.

Oh, but her great-grandfather insisted she visit America and learn their ways -- Keep your friends close, enemies closer. So now she attended this private school and was part of a group as their muscle.

She sighed and finished applying her makeup and grabbed her bag and slipped her faucet into a hiding place -- Nobody could see it.

She waved to the two Russian-Americans who were housing her, and stepped out the door. A limousine was waiting for her, with at the back, two Russian flags, marking it as a diplomatically-immune vehicle. The car drove around LA before pulling up at the private school. She stepped out and said to the driver, "Spasibo, tovarishch. Eto byl ochenʹ khoroshiy disk." (Thank you, comrade. It was a very nice drive.) The driver smiled and said, replying in Russian, "Of course, Comrade Anya. Is very good to have such a great Russian in my limousine. I was surprised when the President sent me a letter! The Russian Federation paying me good money!" He grinned.

Anya said, "Alright, well, I'll see you later, Sergei." The man nodded and sat back down in the drivers seat and the limousine pulled away.

Anya looked up at the door and puffed, a little bit of hair flipping up and she walked up into the building, wondering what to do.

by **SkillCrossbones** » Sun Sep 02, 2012 6:21 pm

An anonymous affluent neighborhood; Los Angeles County

Klaus rooted through his closet under the guise of searching for an outfit to wear, even though he had already decided on his 'first day at a new school' clothes some time before. After a minute. he decided to quit fooling his self and pulled out the familiar grey jacket and pants, and the plain white dress shirt and tie. "Gotta dress to impress," he mumbled as he looked in the mirror, knotting the tie around his neck. After a once over revealed that everything was in order, he made his way downstairs, jacket over his arm, and took a seat at the dining table.

The Stanwyck family had only moved into their current house just three days prior. His father told him that the housekeeping situation would be in order soon, but how soon, he wasn't sure. Prior to moving to California, they had lived in Boston for several years. His mother had served as chief of thoracic surgery at Boston Medical Center, but when she resigned from the position, she was offered (and accepted) a position at UCLA in medical research. His father... wrote. And he would continue to, no matter where they lived. He was a very successful author, having written several fiction best-sellers, and a few screenplays as well.

Klaus' father had already prepared a decent breakfast, and after they ate and had some of the generic 'first day of school' conversations, they entered what his dad called his 'ordinary driving' car, a silver Mercedes-Benz S-Class, and made their way for Fabuleux.
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The car slowed to a stop in front of the school. Klaus peered through the window, up at the impressive cluster of structures before him. The grounds were immaculate, and at a glance it could easily be confused with some sort of resort.

"Well, thanks dad. I'll see you... later I guess," he said with a slightly uneasy smile as he closed the door. He was a bit anxious, but who wouldn't be? Klaus ran his hands down the front of his jacket in an attempt to smooth it, and then turned and headed towards what was apparently the main entrance. He heard the purr of the engine as his ride pulled away. For the moment, Klaus now felt all alone.

by **Time guards of shadow** » Sun Sep 02, 2012 10:47 pm

John Silver was in his room preparing for school. He Walked out of his room and walked down to the kitchen in the house and had some breakfast. When he saw the time though, he quickly finished his breakfast and left with his dad to the school. When they got there, John was amazed by how the school looked like. John got out of the car and said bye to his dad and walked up to the school avoiding contact with all. Then John noticed someone. He decided to do a back flip and land in front of him since he's vary agile. When he did this, he introduced himself, "hello, my name is john Silver, whats your name?" He said with a slight evil tone and expression.

by **Shnercropolis** » Sun Sep 02, 2012 10:54 pm

George woke up all bleary-eyed. He mumbled something about himself about getting up and seven and wandered over to his bedroom's shower. After waking up in his shower, he put on a random T-shirt out of his closet and put on a pair of jeans. Then he put on his glasses and walked down to the breakfast nook. George's parents insisted that he eat breakfast there. He supposed they must be right, he wouldn't see them very often if they didn't. He served homself breakfast, had some light conversation with his parents, and left for school.

On his way to Fabuleaux, George noted what a stange city LA was for what was probably the millionth time.

George got sropped off by his older brother Wayne, and walked to the front steps where he knew his friends would be. He had awhile to go until the bell rang, mostly because it was impossible to get parking here so he and Wayne had to get there early.

by **Nachfolgia** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:36 am

Tony woke up by the sound of his alarm clock going off. he rolled over to the other side of the bed and turned it off. he placed the 1911 he had in his hand all night on the night stand and got out off bed. he quickly took a shower and got dressed. he stood in front of his mirror as he put hair gel in his hair and began brushing his hair back. when he was done he took a switch blade that was on his dresser and sliped it in his boot before walking out of his room.

he walked down the long hallway, being greeted with respect from a couple people who walked past him. as he walked down the stairs, he saw his father sitting at a long table, having a cup of coffee with two tall, muscular men standing on each side of him. his father was Salvatore Moretti, infamous mafia boss in LA. his father made it big from anything from extortion and murder. with all this power also comes danger, everywhere you go you have to watch your back. Tony got used to the paranoia a long time ago, so now its become second nature to always look behind you and sleep with a gun. Tony's father saw him as he came down the stairs. " ah Antonio my son, buongiorno." (good morning) he said with a smile on his face. " buongiorno, padre " (good morning, father) Tony replied back as he sat down in a chair next to his father. " so Antonio, are you looking forward to your new school?" his father said as he took a sip of coffee. " no, why do you have to send me to a goody-two shoes private school, papa?" " because my son, our enemies will never think to find you at a rich and proper private school in the hills. they will look at the run down public schools where you can 'blend in'. now, hurry up before your late. Georgio, drive my son to his new school." his father said. "sure thing, boss" pne of the guys standing next to Tony's father replied.

Tony walked out the door followed by Georgio. they both got into a bullet-proof car and drove off. after a 15 minute drive, they reached Fabuleux Private High School. Tony got out and began walked to the front door with one hand in his pocket. " i'll be back here to pick you up after school." Georgio yelled to Tony from the car. Tony didn't replied, he just threw his hand up and continued to walk to the front entrance and into the building.

by **Unicario** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:56 am

Anya yawned and sat in the main lobby, reading her Russian copy of Animal Farm. She muttered in Russian, "Soviet Union was such a fail, da..." (Sovetskiy Soyuz byl proval, da...)

by **Nachfolgia** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 6:07 am

As Tony walked through the main lobby, he noticed a girl sitting on a bench to his left. he glance over to see a cute, blonde girl reading some book. he heard her mutter to herself in a strange language he didn't understand. Russian? a cute Russian girl at an American private school? i wonder if she's mafia as well. Tony thought to himself as he walked past her and leaned against the wall, 10 feet away from her. as he stood there, he took out a comb from his pocket and began combing his slicked back hair.

by **SkillCrossbones** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 9:34 am

Time guards of shadow wrote:He decided to do a back flip and land in front of him since he's vary agile. When he did this, he introduced himself, "hello, my name is john Silver, whats your name?" He said with a slight evil tone and expression.

Klaus heard the rustling of clothes behind him and turned in time to see John's stunt. "Heh, very nice," he said, lightly clapping with mild amusement. "I'm Klaus. Stanwyck," he quickly added on to the end. "Nice to meet you, John." By then they were at the entrance, where Klaus opened the door and motioned for John to go in ahead of him.

As he entered the school, he found that the interior of this building was just as dazzling as the exterior. Klaus glanced around, impressed.

by **Unicario** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 10:05 am

Nachfolgia wrote:As Tony walked through the main lobby, he noticed a girl sitting on a bench to his left. he glance over to see a cute, blonde girl reading some book. he heard her mutter to herself in a strange language he didn't understand. Russian? a cute Russian girl at an American private school? i wonder if she's mafia as well. Tony thought to himself as he walked past her and leaned against the wall, 10 feet away from her. as he stood there, he took out a comb from his pocket and began combing his slicked back hair.

Anya said, "If you want talk to me, just do so. Do not try attracting me because I do not care." She read her book, frowning.

by **Nachfolgia** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 10:20 am

Unicario wrote:
Anya said, "If you want talk to me, just do so. Do not try attracting me because I do not care." She read her book, frowning.

" don't kid yourself, girlie. your not that pretty." Tony said with a smirk on his face as he finished combing his hair and placed the comb in his pocket. Tony then got up from the wall and started walking away.

by **Unicario** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 10:47 am

She rolled her eyes, "At least I'm not a bourgeois pigdog that takes pleasure in watching others suffer, idiot American." She folded her book up and placed it in her bag and walked out to the gym.

by **ImperialistSalvia** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 11:05 am

Troy was sleeping so peacefully. So peacefully that when his alarm clock went off, he absent-mindedly shut it off and continued to sleep. He awoke a bit later, stretching and yawning. He glanced over at his clock, it read 7:30, "Odd, I thought today was Thursday". He got out of bed and checked his phone, "OH SHIT, IT IS THURSDAY" he yelled. He quickly took a shower and got dressed in the most stylish clothes he had, "Gotta look good on the first day" he thought to himself as he looked in the mirror. He walked outside, and jumped into his red CRZ; or the 'pocket rocket' as he liked to call it, and drove off the school.

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He drifted into the parking lot, turned off the car, and hopped out, "It's a good thing I have a NY driving permit" he thought to himself as he walked up to the school. He stopped at the doors, took a deep breath and flung the doors open. He then said rather loudly, "No one worry! I'm here at long last!". A few heads turned towards him; most rolled their eyes and kept going on their way. Troy then walked through the main lobby, and down the hall.

by **Dijifuji** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 2:41 pm

Jake checked his watch. He had been patently waiting for his Club president, and his "bestest friend forevea~!" as Troy would put it.
Upon seeing Troy, Jake stood up and held out a cup of the most exquisite French Vanilla Moca-Shoca-Loca-Toca-Troy, with 23 exact sprinkles and exactly 44 grains of sugar. Jake spoke in an annoyed monotone voice, "Troy, your an hour late. What in the name of Caviar were you doing?!"

by **ImperialistSalvia** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 2:49 pm

Dijifuji wrote:Jake checked his watch. He had been patently waiting for his Club president, and his "bestest friend forevea~!" as Troy would put it.
Upon seeing Troy, Jake stood up and held out a cup of the most exquisite French Vanilla Moca-Shoca-Loca-Toca-Troy, with 23 exact sprinkles and exactly 44 grains of sugar. Jake spoke in an annoyed monotone voice, "Troy, your an hour late. What in the name of Caviar were you doing?!"

"I was getting my beauty sleep, bu-- OOOOO, IS THAT MY COFFE?!" Troy yelled and grabbed the coffee. "Jesus, I've needed this. Does it have everything I need?" Tory said as he took the lid off and checked out the coffee. He began counting the sprinkles, "This only has 22 sprinkles!". He thought for a moment, "Let's go to that coffee place and yell at them", Troy turned around and headed towards the door.

by **Dijifuji** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 2:53 pm

ImperialistSalvia wrote:
Dijifuji wrote:Jake checked his watch. He had been patently waiting for his Club president, and his "bestest friend forevea~!" as Troy would put it.
Upon seeing Troy, Jake stood up and held out a cup of the most exquisite French Vanilla Moca-Shoca-Loca-Toca-Troy, with 23 exact sprinkles and exactly 44 grains of sugar. Jake spoke in an annoyed monotone voice, "Troy, your an hour late. What in the name of Caviar were you doing?!"

"I was getting my beauty sleep, bu-- OOOOO, IS THAT MY COFFE?!" Troy yelled and grabbed the coffee. "Jesus, I've needed this. Does it have everything I need?" Tory said as he took the lid off and checked out the coffee. He began counting the sprinkles, "This only has 22 sprinkles!". He thought for a moment, "Let's go to that coffee place and yell at them", Troy turned around and headed towards the door.

Jake grabbed Troy's shoulder to stop him. "No, I counted it, It has 23." He handed Troy the picture on hi phone. "There see? Twenty Three" spinning around in a very glamours manor, Jake told Troy that he should get to class. "While I dont have to go to class because..." Jake posed, sparkles and roses going everywhere, "I am a Genius! Therefore I am exempt from classes."

by **Unicario** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 3:05 pm

Dijifuji wrote:
ImperialistSalvia wrote:"I was getting my beauty sleep, bu-- OOOOO, IS THAT MY COFFE?!" Troy yelled and grabbed the coffee. "Jesus, I've needed this. Does it have everything I need?" Tory said as he took the lid off and checked out the coffee. He began counting the sprinkles, "This only has 22 sprinkles!". He thought for a moment, "Let's go to that coffee place and yell at them", Troy turned around and headed towards the door.

Jake grabbed Troy's shoulder to stop him. "No, I counted it, It has 23." He handed Troy the picture on hi phone. "There see? Twenty Three" spinning around in a very glamours manor, Jake told Troy that he should get to class. "While I dont have to go to class because..." Jake posed, sparkles and roses going everywhere, "I am a Genius! Therefore I am exempt from classes."

Anya was turning the corner and on hearing their very flamboyant and richy-rich speaking, rolled her eyes. She shrugged and kept walking.

by **Time guards of shadow** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 3:13 pm

SkillCrossbones wrote:
Time guards of shadow wrote:He decided to do a back flip and land in front of him since he's vary agile. When he did this, he introduced himself, "hello, my name is john Silver, whats your name?" He said with a slight evil tone and expression.

Klaus heard the rustling of clothes behind him and turned in time to see John's stunt. "Heh, very nice," he said, lightly clapping with mild amusement. "I'm Klaus. Stanwyck," he quickly added on to the end. "Nice to meet you, John." By then they were at the entrance, where Klaus opened the door and motioned for John to go in ahead of him.

As he entered the school, he found that the interior of this building was just as dazzling as the exterior. Klaus glanced around, impressed.

"nice to meet you Klaus." said John when he walked in. " I should go to we're I need to be." said John walking off to class. He ignored the other people in the hall until he noiticed the club president. He stopped were he was standing and started wondering why he had coffe.

by **Carathon** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:07 pm

Heinz Dietrich stepped out of his Mercedes-Benz, locking it with an flick of his hand. He gazed over towards the fancy private school. It was large and glamerous, almost to the part of being an eyesore in his opinion. He gave his close fitting black military jacket an hitch and took an moment to adjust his feldmütze style side cap, as he trudged over towards the main building.

His father, an influental arms manufacturer in Germany had decided to enroll him in this school in Amerika. The reason, he had cited, was that amany children from very powerful parents were also enrolled here for varying reasons, and it would be wise to get to know them as he was destined to inherit the family business. Which is also the explanation on why Heinz was taught over an dozen different languages since he was a toddler.

He noticed a man with a smug smirk walking from the direction he was heading in and Heinz politely stepped out of his way. He then noticed an girl sitting on bench, looking slightly irriated. " Guten tag, Fräulein. "

by **ImperialistSalvia** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:29 pm

Dijifuji wrote:
ImperialistSalvia wrote:"I was getting my beauty sleep, bu-- OOOOO, IS THAT MY COFFE?!" Troy yelled and grabbed the coffee. "Jesus, I've needed this. Does it have everything I need?" Tory said as he took the lid off and checked out the coffee. He began counting the sprinkles, "This only has 22 sprinkles!". He thought for a moment, "Let's go to that coffee place and yell at them", Troy turned around and headed towards the door.

Jake grabbed Troy's shoulder to stop him. "No, I counted it, It has 23." He handed Troy the picture on hi phone. "There see? Twenty Three" spinning around in a very glamours manor, Jake told Troy that he should get to class. "While I dont have to go to class because..." Jake posed, sparkles and roses going everywhere, "I am a Genius! Therefore I am exempt from classes."

"Hm, there are twenty-three..." Troy trailed off, "Since you have the day off, could you prepare the club?" not waiting for a response, Troy turned around and walked to Home-ec class. He walked in to the class, sniffed the air and said, "Oooo, what're we cooking today? Is that pizza I smell?" He began to walk to his assigned group when the teacher, Mrs. Dinkelburg, called him over.
"Troy, where have you been?!" she demanded
"I've been... places" he responded
"According to the schedule, you haven't been here for the first 3 periods!" Mrs. Dinkelburg said, her voice getting louder
"Shhhh" Troy said as he put his finger on the teacher's lips
"Put me down for a tardy" he said, and walked towards his station.

by **Time guards of shadow** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:40 pm

When John saw the leader leave he quickly left to computer applications. When he got there the room felt vary cold as it normally does and sat down. He logged on to his assigned computer and started listening to the teacher. After he was done he started typing down stuff on his computer.

click on my pokemon please and thank · by **Ricot** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:58 pm

Ariel had driven himself and Yvla to school that morning, she was obviously annoyed with him because he insisted on driving. However, right now he sat in Computer Applications, wondering why he was here in the first place. It seemed to be a really simple class to him, more than he liked. After finishing the assignment the teacher had given him, he began to look around at the kids nearby him. Some were having trouble with the assignment, while others who had finished it began to goof off and go on the internet. He sighed, wondering when lunch was. Then again it wasn't like he had any friends to hang out with.
He figured he'd see who his sister was friends with now, and maybe hang out with them again.

by **Unicario** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:00 pm

Anya arrived at the gym and began to practice her weightlifting and martial arts. After lifting some weights, she wiped the sweat off her brow and walked over to the sparring arena, and took out her faucet and began to abuse the shit out of the poor dummy. Upon conclusion, she sat down on the chair and wiped her sweat.

by **Nachfolgia** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:05 pm

ImperialistSalvia wrote:"Hm, there are twenty-three..." Troy trailed off, "Since you have the day off, could you prepare the club?" not waiting for a response, Troy turned around and walked to Home-ec class. He walked in to the class, sniffed the air and said, "Oooo, what're we cooking today? Is that pizza I smell?" He began to walk to his assigned group when the teacher, Mrs. Dinkelburg, called him over.
"Troy, where have you been?!" she demanded
"I've been... places" he responded
"According to the schedule, you haven't been here for the first 3 periods!" Mrs. Dinkelburg said, her voice getting louder
"Shhhh" Troy said as he put his finger on the teacher's lips
"Put me down for a tardy" he said, and walked towards his station.

Tony was sitting at a table in home-ec class, resting his head on his hand. why am i even in this class? cooking is for girls Tony thought as he sat there bored. he then noticed a student walk into class without a care in the world. Tony watched as the student was called on by the teacher. what the hell... he thought as he watched, with disgust on his face, as the student place his finger on the teacher's lips and then walked to a table.

by **Shnercropolis** » Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:07 pm

Time guards of shadow wrote:When John saw the leader leave he quickly left to computer applications. When he got there the room felt vary cold as it normally does and sat down. He logged on to his assigned computer and started listening to the teacher. After he was done he started typing down stuff on his computer.

George found the morning intensely boring and left for CompApp. He liked this class, it was pretty fun and he got to use the computer lab.
He sat down in a seat next to John and turned on the computer. The fancy HP 380q, a $4000 desktop, hummed to life in an instant. He opened an IDE and started making silly little C++ games.

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