soap plz?
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Thread Topic: soap plz?
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teabag
MF FOR MOTHERf---ER -
lol I'm tired I forgot I'm sorry don't kill me
will send plot soon -
kim go home yer drunk
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C1 is a girl who basically keeps to herself and nobody really knows much about her. Life is simple for her, get up, eat, get ready, go to school, eat, come home, chill, eat, homework, sleep. Her routine is rudely broken by the arrival of C2, a boy who is also relatively quiet but quickly acquaints himself with the likes of the robotics and forensics team. C1 becomes infatuated with him, and attempts to keep track of what he does in hopes of one day introducing herself and maybe having one of those absolutely incredibly romances people always seemed to have on the big screen! One day, while relaxing, she receives a message on social media from an unknown person, explaining that they know of her thirst ;) for C2. What C1 doesn't know is that it is really C2. The person in the message sends her on a goose chase that eventually leads her to him. Sparks fly and all that garb.
Then after they start into the relationship maybe it is revealed that C2 is involved in some hacking plot against the school and wants C1 to help and agh drama -
That actually seems fun to soap about. xD
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oh yes B)
would you like to be a biddly bum boy or a giggity gumbo girl -
or C1 or C2 rather
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goirl
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aight cool cool i'll post my character when i wake up okay i have not slept in long time xD
gnite see you tomorrow -
Name: Jasper Oxton
Age: 17
Appearance: Jasper is a relatively good looking kid, but he doesn't make any effort to show that off. He has black, usually somewhat messy. He has greenish-blue eyes that have small yellow flecks scattered within them. His skin isn't entirely pale, but is lighter than most individuals. He has three scars that run down the side of his cheek, almost like a scratch mark. He typically wears black jeans and a sweatshirt or hoodie paired with Vans. He has black glasses that he needs to wear, but he sometimes lacks in wearing them. When he doesn't, slight bags are noticeable underneath of his eyes. He stands somewhat short at 5'5". He has a bit of muscle and has a slender build.
Personality: Jasper was diagnosed with clinical depression when he was fifteen, so he takes medication for this. His depression causes sadness and anger. Sometimes, he begins to try and ween himself off of his medicine, and this causes him to make bad decision suchs as the hack on the school later in the soap. When medicated, he is relatively kind and makes some tries at making good friends. He is intelligent and this is part of the reason he loves computers and the robotics team. He earns straight A's and takes challenging classes such as AP US History and AP English, as well as being in Calculus as a junior. He doesn't flaunt his intelligence, however, and rather keeps it to himself. Athletics are exactly his strongest suit, but he does make extreme effort in terms of the electives he takes so that he still receives a good grade. He is rather perceptive and this will be why he is able to realize C1's stalkerish habits.
Background: He has a relatively normal life, but his father passed when he was 13. His mother promptly found another man, which upset him to a degree, but he soon got over it and now rather enjoys the man whose name is Kevin. He has a dog that is technically supposed to be used for therapy for his depression, but he does not take the animal to school and rather considers him a pet. The dog's name is Avery.
Jasper also has a slight problem with pain medication. He likes to get into his mother and step father's medicine for the purpose of sleep or a doped out kind of feeling. It isn't a crippling problem but he will sometimes bring the pills to school. Besides his little issues, he's a pretty good guy.
Likes:
-Computers
-Coding
-Hacking
-Animals
-Rainy days
-Baseball
Dislikes:
-lots of stuff -
Name: Vienna Insley
Age: 17.
Appearance:
Insley's pure mien is very bare and natural, with a miniscule trace of makeup to inhance her facial features. As she considers herself average, her genetic ginger hair and bull nose ring is one to make a bold statement that overpowers her own usual claims of being 'just ordinary' in her self-perception. Her skin is a pale rose shade, with her cheeks embedded with a flaired hue of pink and a few freckles sprinkled here and there especially up the stairs of her neck. Eyes are a rich russet nutty brown color, and are usually always wide and releases more speech that circulates her mind than her mouth does, which is why whenever she glances at someone in depth she doesn't get much appreciated responses or looks most of the time. Wardrobe consists of casual articles of apparel, sometimes like oversized sweaters, graphic t-shirts, worn-out sneakers and other shoewear, and just plain bottoms. Sometimes she tampers with her clothes and changes them up in the most absurd ways, which makes her father really frustrated. Height is an awkward 5'7-maybe 5'8 and her body figure is fairly skinny, but with a lil chub chub.
Personality: To a surprise, Vienna can be warmly interactive when she needs to, and likes to keep in touch with classmates that she acquaints with, which fends off a little loneliness that she is affected with occasionally. Weirdly, people question her actual social status whenever they try to invite her somewhere and there's constant rejection, and it's obvious that really she isn't much of an extrovert after all but only in an environment which sort of forces her to because of unwanted feelings. In a closer look, she really doesn't like giving off so much emotion to people that want to get to know her much, due to common paranoia among teens that are afraid of judgement and people leaving them behind because they don't particularly like their personality, which they already see as bizarre and outlandish from the norm. That overworked her, and she went through various phases that caused relative stress on her and pretty much affected everything about her and in her life, such as school, family, grades, etc.
(tl;dr: girl that wants to stand out but is otherwise kind of afraid to but attempts to be bold are dismissed
the end)
[takes a nice bow at how s---ty and lazy I am with this poor character]
Background: Living under the guide of her father and only him, her curiosity always flew into the whimsical theme of having a complete set of a family, which meant a nice little wife for her dad and they were happily together and a few siblings that got on her nerves but were always there to keep her company. In the reality outside of these conjured dreams, she lives in a vacant 2-bed apartment with her eccentric nutjob father running around town and even throughout the country to showcase his crazy works of art that many have turned down, which kind of left a shade of depression and few financial loopty loops in both of Vienna and her dad's life, but they were able to pull through and settle in a town that was pretty comfortable. Her father always makes up these unbelievably crazy stories of how her now absent mother and him used to go on expeditions throughout regions while being two couples attached by their brooding affection, but the entire depravity of this was to mascarade the whole dramatic split, conflict, and even abuse that really took over this fake fantasy her father tends to indulge in.
(more of her background will probably be more explained through the soap if there's any open opportunities to do so)
Likes:
-Music
-Ripping apart her clothes and attaching them to other stuff to make it into new bizzare items
-Taking photos
-etc.
Dislikes:
etc.
I feel like you aren't enjoying this. xD -
HELLLLL NO I AM ENJOYING THIS
I really f---ing love your soap style and I always wanted a successful one with you :3
imma gonna start okei -
RLLY
;w; oh my, thank you
i love yours too
okay -
The puffy, golden waffles sat on the table, staring up at him and attempting to coerce him into allowing himself a bite by flaunting their strawberry glaze and dollop of whipped cream. Though his stomach yearned to be replenished, he was not capable of bringing the fork he held to his mouth. As he lounged, contemplating whether or not breakfast was actually a necessity, he heard a slight patter of footsteps resonate in the air. He recognized these steps to belong to Avery, the five year-old German Shepherd who was assigned to the boy as a therapy pooch, there to present him with loving gestures when the animal sensed an episode. Once the dog was close enough, the male stole glimpses in a few directions before gently placing the plate on the white tile floor. Happily, Avery sauntered to the plate, promptly downing the beautiful presentation of a breakfast.
That was when another set of footsteps began approaching, and in reaction, the boy hurriedly lifted the plate from the ground, smothering his fork in the whipped cream in order to make it appear as though he had eaten the meal. A woman in her late forties appeared at the bottom of the staircase that led into the kitchen. Her eyes lit up appreciatively when she came to the stark realization that her son had finally eaten something she prepared for him. A warm smile was soon plastered along her facial features, something that the boy was pleased to see, even if it was all due to a simple lie.
"Jasper, I do hope you took your medication."
"Oh, I did," the raven-haired individual responded. This was another lie. Indeed, it would appear to anyone who opened the pill bottles that he must have taken the dosage for that morning. In reality, they were resting inconspicuously in his jean pocket, partnered by two Xanaxs provided by his mother along with two Percocets and an Ambien discovered by sifting through a medicine drawer. He gave her a loving smile, standing and throwing a nearby backpack over his shoulder.
"Are you sure you'll be okay, love? Kevin or I could drive you if you don't want to take the bus. I know how hard it is for you to start new sch-"
"Mom, please. I'm seventeen. I'm sure I'll be fine." He planted a small kiss to her cheek, scurrying out of the door to avoid any suspicion. Within moments, the hunk of yellow metal known as a school bus came to screeching halt in front of the home. He trudged along the driveway, eventually pulling himself up the steps of the vehicle and seating himself in the first empty space available. It was true that new settings instilled within him a sense of anxiousness and made it much simpler for him to become on-edge, but that was what his 'medicine' was for. He smirked to himself, excited for the opportunity in which it would be possible for him to pop the pill. In the meantime, he did a check over his schedule to make sure he recalled everything correctly. To his utter surprise, he did, and within ten minutes, he found himself standing in front of the towering building known as Kensington High School: Home of the Hornets. Gagging at the God-awful slogan, he settled himself at a bench placed near the front entrance, noticing that students had not been permitted inside just yet. -
Waves of salmon and lavender bedsheets came whipping off of a dream comatose gingerhead that was induced into a snug slumber, and the rude awakening from the clown that hid in and out whenever it deliberately decided to was enough to cause a prediction in when he would ever pop up, but this time he hasn't been here in quite awhile and has been adventuring across different cities without any trace of his "informed" whereabouts. But it didn't seem to concern Vienna in one rejoice, as she took advantage of his absence and relaxed in leisure before school could ever induce worry in her mind. But the foundation of her serenity that had been manufactured by downing guilty pleasures of cups of caffeine enticement and blasting music while working her way in her personal "creative" assortment and DIY has been snagged by her father's infamous pop-goes-the-weasel manouveur that was always certain to pull her tight out of the ocean of her slumber and maybe even sanity.
Cries of gasps slipped out of her mouth and the chilly climate that lingered that belonged to the overran AC finally tingled on to her skin like ice liquid, and her blurry vision of post-sleep cleared enough where she could angrily reprimand her invasive father for waking her up unexpected.
"Surprise, surprise, always falls for it."
"You mean your evident consistency of leaving your poor daughter alone in such a quiet place like this?"
"And your consistency of attempts to guilt-trip me always falls short buddy."
She managed to snuff through a scowl while her father enjoyed his bout of chuckles, and she sat up while her father started prancing with absurdum out of her room and singing some of retrospective tunes that he always used to played loudly whenever he was in his concentrated production of creating his usual artistic portraits that Vienna always watched him paint. As those memories were genuinely nostalgic, she was now in the unfathomable present of arriving to Kensington High School in a timespan of a measy 40 minutes, which wasn't enough time to distract her uneasy thoughts and expectations of how the day would unfold into something either horrendous or something splendid. But she stretched an unusual smile on her face, that somehow she knew her father would sense those thoughts beforehand and come on the right time, even if it means interrupting her sleep and irking her to his desirable overboard extent.
She pulled through her daily diurnal but snappy routine of hygienic necessities, and she dressed herself into her newest piece yet that she has been working on, and slapped a cherry on top with a cream-colored jewel necklace and her many years old Converse, hanged her backpack between her shoulders and arms and rushed through the hall and into the kitchen where her father was obviously waiting for her to scramble like a busy egg because of time constraints.
"Not so fast, Ven."
"Slow, fast, whatever mode you want I need to get going!"
"I know you noticed why I was gone and realized I never called in to my favorite consultant, and I did feel guilty."
"Oh it's no big deal, but this isn't really the t-"
"I understand, but I wanted to give you a tiny surprise that would definitely keep your spirits up?"
With that statement, her father gave her a very cheeky smile that indicated that maybe it was worth it for him to have his epidemics of truancy, as he tossed a pair of keys at her and with her terrible catch she almost knocked her backpack off her shoulders and almost fell a little off balance, but she ogled the chain that withheld the golden trinkets that would active her own personalized mobile freedom with a twist and a turn, and she pummeled into her dad in an intimate hug that screamed a prodigious thanks.
"Oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you'"
"I was looking for a better thank you, but that's fine."
She rolled her eyes that accompanied a sly smile and gave her dad a little kiss and again showered him in thanks for the great gift he got her for this day where she would start school, and as she climbed down all the way the stairs of her apartment building which muffled her father's embarrassingly loud, "Stay safe!" she skipped 2 steps and pounded right into the concrete which led right to the parking lot where she discovered her moped of wonders and dreams, and oh yes, wonders and dreams indeed.
She slipped right into the seat of the scooter and felt the plush covering of the handles, the soft blue metal embellished on to it, inspected the increments and layout of the transportation machine and let one squeal of enthrallment dance out of her. She inserted the keys straight into it and commenced the brand new engine, and set off without having an ordinary omen of having to taking the rustic yellow tube of doom that would always show up, and she felt that today, or sometime around that she was sensing an uprising in her drag life.
And her thoughts concluded once she arrived in the parking lot of the colossal institute of Kensington High School, and saw the huge crowd of kids all waiting outside before the new chapter of their school lives would finally be set into place.
Something that she sensed that would be somewhat avant-garde.
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