Childhood Years (O/A)
People grow up and change. Sometimes not always for the best. And people also lose contact. Some move away to different states, others go to different schools, and others just start ignoring old friends.So what happens when a group of old friends find themselves all having been enrolled and accepted into the same high school? Will they be able to pick up from where they left off? Who will have changed the most? Just how strong are the bonds of friendship? Welcome! |
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GUYS Basic Info: Name: Seul Eun-Jeong Age: Seventeen Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual Personality: Eun-Jeong used to be a very friendly person, always seen with a smile on his face. He was always ready to drop whatever he was doing to help a friend out. Nowadays, not so much. He's quieter than he used to be, and keeps to himself more often. His smiles are smaller and not always very true. He doesn't care much for anything and would rather just watch things pan out than take part. Sometimes though, he can be convinced to act like his old self if riled up or if his mood is lifted enough. His temper seems to have gotten quicker to snap as well. History: Eun-Jeong had a very nice childhood. His parents were the kindest people he knew and he had a baby sister that he could dote on to his heart's content. Even when his cousin lived with them the house was always filled with laughs. He was always willing to let friends come over or to go out of his way to meet them where they were. He loved to make people smile. During a visit back to his parents' home in South Korea, he decided to do a couple auditions, since they were happening around that time anyway. Somehow, he landed himself a modeling job. He had a lot of fun with it too. He loved fashion and seeing the different trends that came into and went out of style. He still models now, occasionally missing school for shoots and stuff. He's always flying between home and South Korea, and wherever he's needed to be for work. It was busy, yes, but Eun-Jeong was content with life. Then his cousin got called back to Tokyo and wasn't allowed to come back. His uncle had never really done that before, so Eun-Jeong was upset, and his younger sister even more so. the next couple of days following Ryu's departure were silent in the Seul household. And then the world of bad luck decided it was Eun-Jeong's time. His mother was diagnosed with cancer and his father started taking longer hours at work to be able to pay off bills. With his mother unable to work, money at home was tighter. Eun-Jeong did what he could with his own earnings, but his parents insisted that he save the money for college. And then...she was gone. Maybe it was a good thing, so she wouldn't have to suffer any longer. Eun-Jeong knew his father tried, but without his mother around anymore his father spiraled into depression. All Eun-Jeong had left keeping him from following was his baby sister. But of course it wouldn't end there. Eun-Jeong now lives alone in the house his family used to reside in, having blocked the memories of that day from his mind as best he could. Having Ryu living with him again doesn't seem to have lifted his mood much, though he's gotten much more protective of his cousin in the time that he'd been away. He lost contact with his group of friends shortly after his mother had gotten sick, pulling away from the group and pouring all his attention into work. After everything else, he just couldn't be bothered to leave his room for a long time. He just locked himself away from the rest of the world, emerging for work and hiring private tutors to be home-schooled. Now that high school's here...he's decided to go back into the school system. Maybe the change of environment would be good for him... Used to be closest to: Ryugamine (Ryu) Sakurai Argued a lot with: Reyna Alexander-Hayes In a relationship with:Currently N/A Quote:
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First day of school.
It felt...a bit strange to be thinking that. He'd pulled himself out from public schooling for a couple years and to be heading back into it felt almost surreal. Eun-Jeong pushed his blankets aside as he rose and reached for his alarm clock, silencing it as he stared at the time. Would there be any familiar faces to haunt him in the halls of the high school? Anybody who would recognize him as the boy he used to be? With a muted sigh, the alarm clock was set back down and he got up from the edge of the bed, his bare feet making tapping sounds against the hardwood floor of his room. He maneuvered around a pile of magazines his agent had sent him that he had recently been featured in and peered into his closet. After selecting his outfit for the day, he laid them out on his bed and snagged a towel as he crossed the hall into the bathroom. After a shower and other morning necessities, he crossed back to his room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Clothes were pulled on and then he dried and styled his hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. He paused in front of his mirror to check his ensemble before grabbing the bag he had stocked with a few school supplies and a few magazines and left his room, closing the door behind him. As he passed by the door of his cousin's room he knocked to make sure he was up before continuing down the hallway to the staircase. After leaving his bag near the shoe rack, he headed into the kitchen and dug around for a pan to cook with, grabbing stuff out of the fridge. He didn't really feel like doing anything complicated so set to making some fried rice for breakfast. It was simple enough and didn't take too long to cook. Since Ryu had come to live with him, Eun-Jeong had taken to making sure the fridge and pantries were always stocked, instead of the way they used to be where he would only on occasion have food in them, since he didn't eat unless he felt hungry, and sometimes he just forgot to eat altogether. He didn't need his cousin finding out about that, so as soon as he'd heard that he was coming over, he'd gone out and bought groceries and things to fill up the kitchen with. He'd also gone and cleaned the room that Ryu had used before for him. And dusted and cleaned the majority of the rest of the house. With Ryu here, Eun-Jeong was more careful to watch his own behaviour. He had really only spent time in his own room and sometimes the living room during his solitary years when he was actually home. When the food was cooked, Eun-Jeong plated the rice onto two plates and dumped the extra into a plastic container to cool. If Ryu wanted it, he could bring it for lunch, otherwise, it would just end up being shoved back into the fridge. He set the plates on the table in the kitchen, not seeing the point of heading into the dining room to eat when the kitchen was fine. As he waited for Ryu to join him, he played with the lip of the glass of water sat in front of him, once more letting his mind wonder about how high school life would be. |
For a moment, Ryugamine Sakurai did not even register the alarm after the knock upon the door. He groaned slightly, as the music started low then got louder. A slight sigh passed from his lips, as he rolled over and reached up above him to the shelf above to shut it off. For a moment, he laid there in the still relativly empty room. He had only gotten in not long ago, so he still had a lot of unpacking to do. He slipped the covers away from his body, a slight chill moving over his skin as he did so. He sat up on the edge, his mind travelling to the day. It was Monday, the first day of school. An odd nervous and slightly sinking feeling settled into his stomach, as he pushed himself off of the bed. He took care to make it, he was used to keeping everything neat and in perfect order. It was how he was raised, and merely just a part of his personality. He made his way to the bathroom, taking a hot shower to help wake him up from his sleep. He then moved back to his room, glancing at the clothes he had managed to unpack as of that day. He decided on something a bit casual, but formal as well. He picked a pair of dark pants, a black sweater that went low over his hands and a gray coat. Looking in the mirror, he smiled a bit at how the outfit came together. It was fitting for a first day. He had a simple black bag that went over the shoulder. It had a blue design on the front, his families crest. A slight sigh once more passed through his lips, before he slipped on a ring that had the same insignia. It had been his fathers, and his grandfathers...so on back for many generations. It was passed from one head of the family to another. Now it was his since he was of age to begin learning more into taking over. That was part of the reason why he was here, or mainly so his father thought. He slipped downstairs, pausing unseen for a few moments to watch his cousin within the kitchen. A saddness threatened to grip his heart. He was skilled at hiding a lot within himself, which made it a lot easier to see the hidden pain and weight within the other's movements and expressions. His cousin was carrying a lot and attempting to keep it inside as so not to worry him or others. He looked down at the family ring upon his finger, and for a moment his eyes slightly seemed to darken. He pushed the thoughts and feelings from his mind, placing on a happier and lighter look for the other as he stepped into the room. "Morning" he said, placing his bag on the back of one of the chairs near his cousin. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, retrieving a glass and some water himself. He did not wish to add to his cousin's pain and worries, he would put aside what was inside and on him, and focus on doing what he could to help the one he cared about most within this world at the moment. |
Standing in the studio her parent's built for her on their property, Hazel stared into the wall length mirrors in front of her. Music was pounding out of the surround sound system they had installed. She took a deep breath before she began to move.
The tall, leggy girl could do just about any type of dance. But contemporary was her favorite, which she was doing at the moment. She dipped and leaped, moved her body effortlessly. Dancing was her passion, anything that had to do with music was her passion. It spoke to her soul. After about a half an hour of non stop dancing Hazel finally stopped, panting a little. Walking over to a nearby bench she grabbed the remote and clicked the music off. After setting it back down she grabbed her hand towel and water bottle. Walking towards the door she took a sip and wiped off her sweaty face. Hazel closed up her studio and took the short brick path back to her house. The place was hidden in the tree's, hard to see and Hazel loved that about it. It was her own world hidden away from everything. Coming up to the large porch she leaped up the stairs and crossed over to the sliding doors. The house was large and very modern. Her parents had it built about ten years ago. She took the winding staircase at a run, quickly making her way up to the third level. That was her space. This level had a small kitchen, living room and game room. It also housed her own master bedroom, bathroom and walk in closet. Being an only child her parent's had always doted on her, giving her anything she could ever possibly want. Striding over to her bedroom she quickly made her way to the attached bathroom and striped, jumping into the shower. Once she was done she shut the water off and grabbed a towel off the hook. Wrapping it around her self she used another to dry off her hair before clipping it up into a loose bun. She entered her room and went to her closet. Walking around she thought about what she should wear. It was her first day back, she needed to look good. After grabbing everything for her outfit, Hazel dropped her towel and got dressed. She left her purse and hat on the bed, her shoes next to it. Going into her bathroom she let her hair down and shook it out. Bending at the waist she let her hair fall forward and scrunched it with her fingers. Flipping back upwards she shook out her waves once more, letting it fall to it's natural middle part. After spraying her hair with a little hair spray she sat down at her vanity table and put on some makeup. Black eye liner, a touch of mascara for the eyes. A hint of bronzer on the cheeks and for the lips a burgundy color. Grabbing the lipstick she used she went back into her bedroom and put it in her purse. Then after packing up a leather satchel with her dance clothes, shoes and other things she'd need she grabbed that, her purse, shoes and hat and made her way downstairs and into the large kitchen. Setting her stuff down on the counter Hazel walked over to the large fridge and grabbed out a bowl of fruit. Placing it on the counter she opened up a cupboard and took out a bowl. Opening the pantry she grabbed the oatmeal and sugar. Measuring out the amount of oatmeal she wanted she put it into the pot already waiting on the stove and filled it with water. Turing the stove on she placed the pot back on and waited for it to cook. Once done she grabbed the pot, dumped the oatmeal into her bowl and set it in the sink. Hazel spooned out some of the berries and placed the bowl back into the fridge. Then she added sugar and began to eat, standing. Glancing up at the clock she placed her empty bowl into the sink as well. The maid would get to it when she showed up in a half hour. Grabbing a pad of paper she scribbled a note to her and signed it with a smile. Hazel slipped her shoes on, placed her hat on her head and grabbed her two bags. Slinging the satchel over her shoulder she held onto her purse, looking into it to make sure she had everything. Phone, ipod, tablet, speakers, lipstick, other miscellaneous items. On her way out the front door she grabbed a set of keys without looking and walked over to the garage. After the large doors swung open she clicked the key fob in her hands. Looks like she was driving her fiat today and not her jeep. Opening the door she tossed her satchel and purse into the passenger seat. Gathering up her ankle length skirt she slid into the driver seat and pressed the engine start button. After buckling her seat belt she backed out of the garage. Once clear she clicked the garage button on her visor, closing the big doors. Hazel drove down her long driveway and started her journey to school. To say she was nervous was an understatement. She wondered if anyone would recognize her or if she would recognize anyone herself. Hazel hadn't changed much but that didn't mean no one else hadn't. She connected to her phone via blue-tooth, played music from it and started singing her heart out. |
Serina groaned as her alarm started blaring into her dreams. It always made it strange whenever it went off. She put it on snooze, about to head back to sleep until she felt something wet on her face. Her groans turned into laughter and pushing as she tried to get her dachshund Meganebu off of her. "Come on that tickles and your breath stinks," she laughed, sitting up while holding him back. After a few minutes of the morning game, he jumped from the bed and began whining, pounding his little foot on the carpet in her room. She again laughed as she grabbed her glasses off her nightstand, and stood up from her bed.
She walked across her room to her closet and pulled out her outfit of a v-neck Mario shirt, jean shorts, ankle socks, and Monokuma hoodie. Despite only living with her father for a year, she had managed to cover the room in all of her posters and items from animes and mangas. But then again she had collected the things over years of growing up. It was quite the collection if she said so herself, and growing. After dressing she walked across the hall to the bathroom where she put her dirty clothes in the hamper and brushed her long hair, leaving it down, and then brushed her teeth. When that was finished she walked back to her room pulling a Fire Emblem Pendant from her pink desk drawer, and grabbed her Akatsuki converse and Pokemon Bag, thus completing her outfit. Content with her outfit for the day, she put her laptop in her bag and headed out of her room, leaving her bag on the kitchen island, she walked to her front door, grabbing a roll of doggie bags and black leash with a black collar connected to it. She put the collar on her dog, grabbing her house keys from a table by the front door, and going outside with him, walking him around the block before walking back in and letting him free to roam the house. After her morning walk she made herself some chocolate chip poptarts, smiling as she watched Meganebu beg. Her father of course had already left for work, so she was all alone in the house, though she didn't mind. She was actually excited to a point. It was her first day at a new school, and thus a new start. She wondered if she would run into anyone she knew, though she doubted it. Seriously what were the chances? Probably something like 10%. Hopefully she would make some new friends, and even if she didn't she always had Chrom, her lovely moment ruining husband on Fire Emblem: Awakening. And of course her anime, manga, and other video-games, and Meganebu as well. So who needed real people? Once she finished eating she cleaned up and grabbed her bag. "Bye Meganebu. Be a good boy while I'm gone," she told him kneeling down and giving him a kiss, earning her more from him. With another laugh, and a scratch behind his ears, she grabbed her keys again, clipping them onto her belt loop as she left the house and started walking to the bus stop, and thus to head to school, only to stop for a moment to run inside, grabbing her phone and head phones to enjoy music on her way, laughing at her own forgetfulness. |
The alarm clock on the bedside table started going on, but the person that it was there for had already been up for hours, or more properly, she hadn't been able to go to bed. Reyna moved over to her bed and turned the ringing device off before returning to her desk once more. The lamp that sat atop was the only thing that lit the large, dark room at that point in time and it was there to illuminate the papers that were scattered about the wooden surface. The red headed woman let out a sigh; it had been another wasted summer. With a depressed mood slowly forming, she turned to look at a small hidden picture on her desk; it was one of happier and more fun times, the faces of old friends showing so.
After a few minutes, there was a soft knock on the door. "Miss," the lightly accented voice came through softly. "Breakfast is ready. Once you are ready, please come down to eat and a car will be readied to take you to school." Reyna smiled to look at the portly woman in the door, clicking the overhead light on. "Yes, Marielle, I will be right down," she said back as she pushed away from the studies that her parents had left for her. Her parents were out on a work trip, to Bolivia or somewhere like that. This left the head maid, Marielle, in charge of the house. The red head proceeded to slip into a simple black shirt with a white button up top; one of many outfits that her parents had bought her to be used while at school. To them, a nicely dressed woman was a successful woman. She slipped her feet into a pair of black flats after having put on a pair of matching black thigh high stockings that disappeared beneath the knee-length skirt. Lastly, she tied her wild mane into her distinctive pig tails, tied off by a couple of black ribbons. Once ready, she made her way down the large stair case of the house and towards the kitchen. There was a small breakfast set out there, much like Reyna had finally convinced the kitchen staff to settle on; the girl would rarely eat more than a couple of pieces of toast and a glass of orange juice for breakfast and the only time she could actually get away with it was while her parents were away on work. It only took the girl a few minutes to eat before the same portly woman was approaching her with her school bag. "Have a wonderful day young miss," she said with her professional smile, though her eyes held the sympathy for the girl that the rest of the staff held as they watched her parents force her to dance their dance. "Thank you, Marielle," she smiled to the woman before taking her bag and getting into the family car. Reyna sat in the middle back seat of the car, her attention focused on the leather of the front seats as usual. The vehicle was tinted and was an older Cadillac that had gotten some attention and was recognized as the Hayes family car at this point. The girl just sighed as she tried to relax in the back seat of the car. "Only one more year," she said quietly to herself. "What was that, young Miss?" The driver asked, his eyes appearing in the rear view mirror. "Nothing Baxter," she said with a slight sigh as she turned to look on the window. "Nothing." |
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