some motherf---ing miracles
Thread Topic: some motherf---ing miracles
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At an average private high school, there's a not-so-average student. She's top of her class and friendly, but what set her apart from her classmates most are her natural magic abilities. [A]'s used to these not-so-average events, as they've always been her version of average, whatever that really means. The magical properties this girl holds have been present her entire life, and she's spent this time trying to develop them for the sake of good. She's been fair with them, and has always tried to avoid giving herself an advantage over normal humans. All of this changes, however, when [B] arrives.
[B] is what schools tend to call a "troubled student," by which they mean that his home life has been anything but ideal and has distracted him from his studies. Since starting high school, he's been kicked out of at least four different places, each of which had decided there was no hope for him. His parent(s) believe in him, though, and try to remain hopeful. [B], on the other hand, isn't sure anymore.
From the start, [B] seems to loathe [A]. While he doesn't know about her powers, he does think she's strange and has no desire to find out why. As they're continually forced to work together, [A] starts to learn more about this troubled boy, and starts to perform small (motherf---ing) miracles for him out of pity. If only he didn't hate her.
idk i feel like i explained it better via chat? -
loud gurgling no I love it
Which role would you like? -
I'd rather be the ~magical girl~
Because you're clearly so bad. -
I am a badass, aren't I?
Alright. So, hetero as f---? -
So badass.
I guess, but I could be a guy (how cute would they be omg now that I'm thinking about it??). I didn't think we wanted that much romance, and that it'd be mostly platonic instead. -
yaaaaaas good perfect
so you want to be a guy
and I'm gonna be a girl -
oooh okay
charries? -
Name: Melody (Mellow) Lee Harvey
Appearance
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual, Demiromantic
Background: Melody grew up in a relatively loving home, although it was constantly plagued by financial troubles. Her mother developed lung cancer at a young age, and her condition continued deteriorating until she was no longer able to work. She stays at home and is cared for primarily by Melody, whose father works a full time job as a truck driver to keep up with medical bills as well as all other household expenses. Melody will occasionally take on jobs moving drugs or buying alcohol for minors so she can help out a little, but for the most part spends all her time either at school or at home with her mother. She rarely sees her father around his work, and their relationship is strained. Her father doesn't know where she gets what little she can contribute to the household, but since she's reluctant to tell him, he can only assume the worst (he's not far off). He'll accept the money out of necessity, but presses her to work at getting her life back on track if she can, causing them both a lot of stress. Her grades have taken a back seat to her family life and she's failing a lot of her classes. She cuts class quite often, unwilling to deal with teachers and peers who she feels don't understand or just want to be the heroes that get to fix her. She thrives late at night and early in the morning and loves alternative music.
Not it. -
Name: Kingsley Rockwell
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Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Biromantic demisexual
Background: Kingsley has always had and been the best. He's always gotten the highest grades, excelled in whatever extracurriculars he tried, and has one of the best families anyone could imagine. Upon discovering his magical abilities, he quickly advanced in use of them, moving past his teacher's other students. To most, it seems like he's living the perfect life, completely free from any sort of struggle. For the most part, he agrees. The only problems he really has to deal with are his crippling anxiety and his father's inability to be impressed. Though he's done well, the boy has always felt he has to live up to the reputations of his two older brothers, both being incredibly successful (he also has a younger sister, though she's too young for any sort of comparison). The boy refuses to use his magic unless absolutely necessary (one of the many reasons his father acts the way he does). He is musically talented but socially uncomfortable, making his talent one that he rarely shares. -
UGH. CURSE TUMBLR LINKS FOR NOT LETTING ME SHAMELESSLY USE CONNOR FRANTA IN AN RP
Roughly three months into his senior year. The world, especially in this region, was well past losing signs of liveliness, currently in a dormant state that made the windows fog from the inside and the fluorescent lights to appear in a stark, yellowy contrast to the sky outside. As Kingsley headed back to his locker, the last class of the day behind him, he remembered a note on his locker from earlier and stopped by the office.
Hello, ambassador! This is a reminder to tell you that you'll have a new student to show around the school tomorrow. Please stop by the office to pick up the materials you'll need. the standard, greenish paper had read, the writing printed on in a playful font. He hadn't thought much of it until now, and was glad he'd actually remembered it. He opened the door and found the office to be mostly empty, spare a teacher grabbing something from her announcement box. He walked past her and into the principal's open office, giving her a kind smile as he went. The principal greeted him happily and turned in her swivel chair, grabbing a folder from a filing cabinet to her right. Kingsley sat down in one of the chairs, his excellent posture showing how nervous he was. -
rite
The walk to the school had not prepared her for this at all. The sky was dull, grayish, the sun hazed over and muffled into a faint glowing. The moment she'd stepped into the high school, however, the light had blinded Melody Harvey. Artificial light, she'd found, was always more irritating to the eyes than that of the sun. The office was clearly visible right on entry, and she was glad not to have to go and look for someone to ask for directions. She let herself in, glancing around with a blank expression before she approached the desk. The woman sitting behind it was tapping away on her keyboard, but she stopped and glanced up when Melody approached.
"Hi there!" she said in a honeyed voice.
"Hey." Melody responded, laying her forms on the desk and watching the woman take it. She studied it for a moment and smiled at Melody.
"Okay, honey, I'm gonna have you go sit over there until your guide is ready." she responded, motioning to the stairs lined up against the opposite wall. Melody did so without responding, sitting back in the chair closest to the door and crossing her arms over her chest. -
He nervously tapped the chair as he waited for the principal to finish telling him what he already knew. Kingsley had given dozens of tours since he became an ambassador, which had happened during sophomore year. Sliding the folder across the desk, the principal informed him that the new student came from a fairly troubled background, and had already spent her senior year in multiple different schools. He nodded and took the information, then left to go meet the girl.
He had no idea how she'd gotten into the school. The girl sitting in the office was not the type of student who'd fit in here, and even in the uniform, he knew she'd continue to stick out. She didn't look like the scholarship type. Hell, she didn't even look like the school type. Thinking a few other rude things about her as he approached, he eventually swallowed his nerves and offered his hand and a small smile, both impressed and appalled by her dedication to a rebellious look. "Hi. I'm Kingsley, I'll be showing you around Willoby. You're... uh," he paused as he glanced down at the sheet in the folder, "Melody Harvey?" -
Melody looked the boy over as he approached, raising an eyebrow when he stopped in front of her and offered his hand. Oh, god. Was he one of those preppy f---ers? Was he gonna bounce around and act all enthusiastic this whole time? She stood up and took a step to the side to put a little more distance between them, but still wasn't happy with how much taller he was than her.
"Mellow." she corrected quickly, her hand barely brushing his in an effort to reciprocate his greeting before it retreated back to her side. "Can we get this done in an hour or less? I've got some other s--- to do." -
He dropped his hand back to his side with slight uncertainty, then nodded. "Sure. If you'll lead the way out," he replied, trailing off as they headed out the door. Her skirt was ridiculously short, and, really, just a bit distracting. Of course, that was his fault, but he couldn't help using magic to discreetly make it a few inches longer as he walked along with her.
He led Mellow through the hallway, going through the usual spiel naturally. As soon as he was finished telling her about the extracurricular activities, which she seemed to have no interest in, he asked if she'd ordered a uniform. Considering that she really didn't look like the type, he was already leading her to the storage room in which they kept uniform clothing given back by graduates. Sure, the clothes weren't always in the best quality, but he figured he could take care of that. Finally, he remembered one of the most important questions an ambassador could ask. "Where'd you go to school before?" -
Melody followed him quietly, half-listening to him when he talked. She made a point to get herself acquainted with where everything was, if only so she wouldn't get lost when she was actually here, but his words were all lulling into the background.
By the time they'd reached the storage room, her mind had wandered, though, and she was on the second verse of one of her favorite songs trying to figure out if she had the lyrics down. She came out of her head again and tried to focus once they were in the smaller space, with very little to distract her.
"What?" she asked, blinking a few times. She was just now starting to feel that something was different, but she couldn't place it. She shook it off. "Oh. What school? There was one called Edgewood, and one I had to take the bus to get to.. I don't remember the other one. I never went."
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