teen camp ((all alowed, not only 'perks & preps', also 'emo, punk, sk8r' & so forth))

Tapping her foot, the hardcore metal screamed in her ear. It was amazing that she hadnt gone death. Her firey red hair was cut in a jagged and blunt bob, she shook it around as the music got harder. She then popped a piece of gum in her mouth and started chewing, looking around for some prissy girl with long perfect hair to stick it in.

(( lol Jacob kicking ass as usual xD !!!! o btw if your all ganna use your real names then my char name is Rand =) ))" o that would be great , kinda gets lonley" He smiled. He waited for to get to the room to follow. He was acually feeling glad he came to this camp. He didnt like smokers but he figured it wouldnt hurt.

Jacob sat on his bed trying to come up with a way to get his board back without even being seen. Now becoming frustrated he walks over to his back pack and removes his head phones. Taking out his CD case, he carefully chooses "System of a Down's, Steal This Album"

Gretchen stood up and walked down the steps, placing her gum in some blonde girls hair. She headed towards Jacob and looked at the System Of a Down Cd in his hand.
"You cant be serious." she stated looking at him. "You dont want to listen to them." she told him, and pulled out Atreyu from her purse and handed it to him. "Listen to these guys, so much better." she stated.

(go to myspace and look up Atreyu if you wanna give it a listen. they rule)

((Sorry got to stay loyal to my Metal. I am a skater after all =P))

"Trust me, nothing on this planet beats SOAD." Jacob then prompted to pull out his wallet that stated the official System Of A Down emblem 'Industiral Militia.' Chop Suey could be heard blasting through his head phones and a confused look came across Jacob's face. "Chop Suey isn't on Steal this Album..."

"Whatever." she said arching a brow and turning away. "Ridiculous." she whispered walking back to her cabin, her heels digging into the ground as she walked.

((Nothing personal just RP'ing myself haha))

"Oh like you even have the right to talk.. freak." Jacob had never been one to make frineds due to the fact that he would always speak his mind to anyone who did or didn't want to know. Now closing his eyes he jus tthough of that special someone, just waiting for someone to start some trouble with him.

"Follow"

She said leading the ay.Swing her hips agen it as niw a bad habit.She looked back seeing if he had follow,he did.She walked in the room leaving to door opeen for him.She reached under her pillo finding a soft cold box of cigs.Pullin one out she reacher under her pillo agen finding a lighter.She in hailed at lighting it she open the boz and tiler it showing him to take one if wanter.

"want one"

She mumbled as her cig hung from her lips.

Jacob leaned back and then forward as to make himself get up. "Only eighteen and I'm already feeling too old." Now he was jus tlurching forward as he crept towards his room. Opening the door he flopped down on the bed and tried to take a nap.

"well i never smoked before" He smiled " couldnt hurt yes ?" He looked at it. His parents would kill him because there so strict on rules but he mine as well live it up =) " yea know id like to give it a try"

"proble not going to like it at first"((got that from jacob lol ))

She lit the cig's tip once he placed it in his mouth.Camille in hailed for a momment and relized the smoke to the window she sat on the floor and her knee bent up.

"So,um,what are you?punk,ganster, skater,nerd,something?"

He inhailed and coughed slightly " umm eh not my thing really but ...." He looked at her " well im what they call a wanderer. Im mostly alone but im not angry or sad. Im acually quite happy with myself"

"..o..so ur a loner i take"

She looked at him and hit the cig agents the ash try and in hailed agen.She looked up at him"It takes some time to get used to,im scene let u know if u wonder why i look so funny."
She smirked for a momment.

" i dont think ur funny looking i think you look great to be honest" he put the cig down and smiled " well i mean , you wouldnt strike me as a popular. I dont like them. They all are so .....................eh i just think they suck"

((Stop calling it a cig already.. smokers either call them Cigarettes or blunt. >.>... he he just kidding ya'll =P ))

Jacob rolled over and stared at the ceiling in the dark. The only light shown through the window next to his bed. Now sitting up on the bed he took off his cap to show his shaven head. "Time to get my board back!" He went all the way to where the "confiscated items" where housed and quickly knocked the bars out of the hinges. With the door now leaning against the wall, he proceeded to look through a large amount of items until he found his baord. Now he quickly reattached the door (crappily) and headed back to his room.

She smirked and finshed her cig before she spoke agen.

"hanks,ur cute yourself ,well im very well known and liked by people, and alot of them do suck but some times there really nice, or some just have problems,or w.e"

She said making the dressure a place to hold her up.

JE blushed a little " heh thanks !" He smiled looking at her eyes " your eye color. Looks really cool i like them" He smiled. Was he in love ?

"Thanks there greenish bron i geuss,"So i wounder if e can survie this plae,seems like a trap."She said looking around.

"well.........i got this " He fliped out his knife " but i really dont use it agiasnt people. Im not like that." He looked at her " i mean i wont stab somone unless you physically hurt me." He didnt wanna sound crazy " and besides the bud of the knife can break it so dont worry " HE smiled

Gretchen looked at Jacob again and walked up to him. "Who the hell you calling freak?" she said refering to his comment before. "Because I listen to hardcore and not your scene pop rock bands." she stated popping a piece of gum in her hair.
She hesitated as she heard her name called over the loud speaker. "Oh sh*t, my parole officer is here." she hissed turning her back to Jacob. "Im not done with you." she hissed walking towards registration to meet with her parole officer.