Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

"Bye," Derek said, jumping out of the way. He went back inside, got his bass, and followed Mike outside.

Allor groaned as she got in her car. After applying her chapstick and putting a cd in she sighed and drove off for what would her living hell for the next four years.

Derek threw his instrument in the back of Mike's van and yawned as it sped off towards his garage.

Once she arrived, Allor was already lost. Damn, she knew she should have went to orientation or did she? If so she didn't pay attention.

"Frauline?" called a young blonde haired boy walking up to her. "Your name is Allor right?"

"UH, Yeah." Allor says nodding. "But I don't think I know yours."

"Engel" he answers.

"Engel, like Angel?" Allor asks entranced by his eyes.

"ja, so you seem lost. Wanna join my riot. . .er. . .protest."

This made Allor laugh. "I don't know. I don't want to make a bad impression on my first day."

"I have one tonight at eleven. Want to come?"

"Sure." she says.

Nine just rolled off her bed, thumping her head hard on the floor. She looked up at the time, but couldnt see it. So she got to her feet, and dizzly walked to the kitchen.

"You should probably call our drummer," Mike said, throwing a cell phone at Derek. "I have her number in there."

Derek called Nine's (what's her real name again btw?) speed dial number, which was, conveniently, nine. He waited anxiously for her to pick up the phone.

][Marilynn.][

Nine answered the phone her mouth full of toast. She mumbled a tired. "Hello." while spitting out toast from her mouth. She coughed slightly and walked to the fridge to grab a gallon of milk.

"Uh... I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be calling you about," Derek said confusedly, before recieving a smack upside the head from Mike. Muffled voices could be heard on the other end. There was an "ow" and some other stuff too quiet to hear. Finally he started talking again. "I'm told that I'm in a band with you and we have a practice right now."

(((I like Mike, but AL will kick his ass for hitting Derek. That's her job 😛 )))

"Very funny." Nine hissed (what we dont know each other). As she swallowed the toast and chugged down some milk from the gallon. "I'll be over in a second, I just have to get dressed." she told him, walking again towards her room.

((I didn't think so... But I could change my mind, I don't really care, just making random assumptions here))

"Alright, see you," Derek said before snapping the phone shut. Several minutes later they pulled into Mike's driveway and started setting up.

][I figured I was your drummer for some time. I dont know.][

Nine tossed the phone on the floor, and pulled out some ripped jeans and a plaid tank top. She quickly pulled them on, and grabbed the shampoo/condintioner in one bottle.

She walked to the kitchen sink, and washed her hair then toweled dried it. She grabbed her drum sticks, and her pierced. Before leaving she stopped at the hallway mirror and put in her two lip rings and her nose ring then headed for the door.

She had crashed her car two nights ago, so she had to walk to mikes ][assuming that her drumset is already there.][. She walked in a ratty pair of tennis shoes, with bright pink socks. She looked very tired, and plain seeing that she didnt care to put on make-up. She pulled out a cigarette from a pack of Cloves she found in her back pocket. Somewhat surprised she stuck it in her mouth, until she got to Mikes to see if anyone had a lighter.

She walked in, and with it still dangling from her lips. "Anyone got a light?" she asked.

][is Allor there too?][

((well, sure, we'll just say they knew each other for a while

and no, just Mike and Derek))

Derek threw a lighter in Nine's general direction. He plunked around a bit and tested the mic.

(((I ish stuck.)))

Nine caught the lighter and lit her cigarette, flipping the drumsticks around in her fingers. She walked to her set, and sat down tapping on them a bit making a small drum roll.

((go to class with Engel... Make up something dramatic and soap opera-y 😛))

Allor could feel this engel guy following her. "I know you probably don't give a shit but could you show me where my class is." she said giving him the schedule she had.

Engel smirked. "Certainly."

(((Whatya mean soap opera-y)))

((I dunno, I just like saying soap opera-y 😛))

Derek played some notes and sang a tune, not even sure what they were doing, feeling as if somebody'd yanked him out of bed and dropped him in a foreign country.

Soon they arrived at their Trigonometry. Engel went and sat off in a corner and waited for Allor to take her seat which was conveniently next to him.

((*has writer's block*))