The Breakfast Club

The Breakfast Club. It's Saturday school from eight in the morning until three-thirty in the afternoon. Everybody hates each other. At first. You'll find out about people from different cliques, and then possibly be friends with them, or even fall in love.

Rules:

• *Up to 4 charries
  *TT rules
  *Semi-Lit
  *No one from the actual Breakfast Club Movie
  

FORM~

Name:

Age:

Grade:

Looks:

Personality:

Why you're in detention:

Other:

I'll post mine if someone else joins.

Oh, and everyone is arriving and going to the library.

Name: Rhys Judith Winchester

Age: Nineteen

Grade: Senior, for the second time.

Looks: Rhys is much more taller than most people, and thins out as if he hadn't ate in forever, his strength perfectly intact. The male sports sleek black hair that goes down his chin, which is a tad bit shorter in the back and longer in the front. Eyes are a bright blood red that deepen on the outside; usually the first thing that invite people in. As for his style, it is taken back to the old Victorian London era; pea coats, waist coats, vests, suits, ties etc. Only allows himself to wear black, and very rarely seen with other colors.

Personality: Often characterized as a sullen male, with a hint of charm within him that could most likely seduce anyone if he had a choice to. Rhys is highly skilled in any area and handles every task, no matter how impossible it is, as well as any problem that arises from any other. He is not much on the social side though, and tends to keep to his own when it comes to meeting new people and socializing in a matter that most people see as normal. All in all he is just a calm, vague person who likes things to go their own way, instead of down his own path. Despite his ability to appear like a perfectly normal human being, just as if anyone would look to be, especially one who is able to smile, be cheerful, and be understanding, Rhys is, in actuality, quite heartless and cruel. He himself does not see that, but in keen reality, he sadly is. It is also shown with his cruel sarcasm and his inability, he can see good in much of anyone. Consider him a perfectionist, but he simply admires to see the happiness in people, rather than for himself in any kind or form. The male knows that he is missing something in his life, or if even taking a part in someone else's life is a splendid idea or not, he himself does not know. Although, Rhys does devote his soul and own good for anyone that he takes a liking for, even if it costs his own. Broken glass on the outside, but much warmth within.

Why you're in detention: Caught smoking in between classes by a teacher, teacher threw a punch, Rhys reacted and beat the shxt out of him.

Other: From Liverpool, giving him a deep British accent; tries his best to clear it up.

Name: Jae Andrew Vandeusen

Age: Eighteen

Grade: Senior

Looks: Fluffy thick black hair that touches down to his shoulders with several different streaks in areas ranging from the colors of the rainbow. Becomes shorter when closer to the back. Eyes are a deep blue with a hint of green near the pupil, surrounded by a ring of eyeliner that can be thick, but is usually reasonable. He is extremely tall and slender, grown to have his mother's hips which tends to make him appear a bit feminine. The male has a corset piercing, snakebites, and a few outlines of bats tattooed on his lower hip. Wardrobe always consists of female skinny jeans, and brightly colored v-necks.

Personality: Typical obnoxious male that loves to be the center of attention, and will do anything to make things be much more of a thrill even if it tends to get him into a bit of trouble. He is extremely flirty, and will flirt with anyone he finds attractive or interesting; most of the time, everyone. The male has a great sense of humor and is the most outgoing person you will probably meet in your entire lifetime. Friends and socializing are the two things that makes the male, himself. Jae doesn't take things seriously most of the time, but tries his best to be loved, which is a rarity for him. Has never been in a serious relationship, considering that his personality will give off a bad or annoying vibe. Deep down though, he really enjoys making friends and having that chance to love someone truly, or become loved. Childish, very much so.

Why you're in detention: Pretty much causes trouble most of the time, but came to school wasted.

Other: --

Name: Morgan Jane Doyle

Age: seventeen

Grade: junior

Looks: Morgan has red, curly hair that comes down to her waist and has a mind of its own. Her eyes are an emerald green, and have a slight sparkle whenever she is causing trouble. Morgan is tall and thin. And she is very aware of it. So she feels the need to dress like a skank, wearing tight, low-cut tops, short-shorts, skinnys, or mini-dresses. She likes reds and blues, since it brings out how red her hair is.

Personality: Morgan is mischeivious and likes to cause trouble. She is also very persuasive, and usually talks herself out of trouble. Flirting is her specialty, and so is charming people's socks off.

Why you're in detention: She's skipped Math class the whole year. And she was caught smoking.

Other: Her father is alcoholic and verbally abuses her. Her mother left when she was 5, and her brother is autistic

Name: Yelizaveta "Yeli" Bagration-Mukhranskii

Age: 16

Grade: Uh...I dunno. 11? 12?

Looks: Not mine, I found it on Google Images

Personality: Pretty insane. As in, not the psychopath kind of insane I usually use for my charries. I’m talking completely and utterly nuts.

Why you're in detention: Because I said so Yeli, as I said, is crazy, so basically she’s in detention for “general behaviour”.

Other: She's Russian 8D. Has a very thick accent and tends to use random Russian words in conversation, whether the other person understands the language or not.

Name: Sky

Age: 18

Grade: Senior

Looks: click.

Personality: Sky is ruthless. She'll happily harm anyone who gets in her way. Underneath all that though is a vunerable girl wo just wants to be loved. Because she builds walls around herself, preventing anyone from reaching her, no-one actually sees the real Sky, that is, a sweet girl with bags of charm, an identity she has worked hard to hide. Being nice doesn't get you anywhere in this life, she says.

Why you're in detention: Got into a fight, Sky pulled a weapon. You can guess what came next.

Other: Nope.

A sleek black 08 Ford Mustang pulled into the parking lot in a slow fashion, taking a spot farthest from the school doors. Stepping out was the the tall male, Rhys, with a cigarette in between his fingers, not abiding the rule for no smoking as if it were nothing more than another sentence on a piece of paper. A sickened growl rumbled his throat while he half glanced at the male in the passenger seat, who had the most disgusting grin on his face. "You had to ride with me, eh?"

Jae guffawed, peering at the older one with gleaming blue eyes. He stepped out and came over, curling an arm around the other's shoulders; almost intimately. "Can't believe you even thought of coming, darling." he cooed, trying to make his accent match Rhys; although failing incredibly. "I don't see what's wrong, we're best friends." he snickered, beginning to walk to the entrance.

Name: Axel Hale

Age: 18

Grade: Senior

Looks: Axel has long black hair, covering his eyes. He has a t-shirt and jeans.

Personality: All Axel wants to do is get into a fight. That's all. He doesn't want any friends, anything. Just getting into a fight is how he gets his fun.

Why you're in detention: Fight.

Other: Has a knife in his pocket.

Sky parked next to a Mustang and stepped out of the car. Normally she wouldn't have parked next to such a car - it made her own look like a pile of scrap - but it was the only avalible space. She put on her sunglasses and strode some way behind Rhys and Jae, not speaking, not taking too much of an interest in anything.

Axel walked in the school. He had his knife in one hand. He looked around. Out of all the places he could be, he was at this dumb school.

Morgan hurried into the school, her heels clicking against the pavement. Once she was in, she unbuttoned her pea coat, welcoming the warmth. "This should be fun..." she mumbled sarcastically.

"I had to come, otherwise I would be here for another two weeks." Rhys grumbled, voice muffled by the cancer stick. Shaking the arm off his shoulders, the male took a step off to the side, making space between him and the other. "Best friends, I don't think so." he opened the door and stepped inside, ambling down the hall to the library.

Jae pursed his lips, flicking the hair from his view. "I'm here for another two weeks anyway." he snorted. Soon, his lower lip curled into a pout that was childish altogether, being rejected was something he did not enjoy. "Come on, you know we are." he followed closely behind, invading personal space once again.

Morgan walked into the library, and pulled off her black gloves. She stuffed them in her jacket pocket and looked around at her surroundings. "Dxmnit..." she cursed quietly. The girl chose a table far away from everybody else that was already seated. She pushed her fringe out of her face and leaned on her arm.

Axel was at a seat in the corner of the room. He laughed at how pathetic this was. He then noticed a girl, sitting all alone at the table next to his. He moved farther away.

Name: Rupert Asher Scott

Age: Seventeen

Grade: Um.. Are there seventeen year old seniors?

Looks: Rupert has tousled jet black hair and mysterious blue-grey eyes. People sometimes find it unnerving to have him look straight at them, as if he could see straight through you. They're also his most expressive feature, his personality usually included in this, too. He's taller and better built than the average guy his age. He wears a varied array of clothing, sometimes it could simply jeans and a t-shirt, other times it's button down shirts with a pair of black pants. He's often seen in a black suit jacket- and even a leather jacket- over his plainer t-shirts. For someone who doesn't like to attract too much attention to himself, he's quite fashion conscious. Maybe it's his mysterious look and nature is either what makes him attractive, or scares people a little bit.

Personality: Rupert prefers to express his feelings through actions rather than words, and art is his favourite way to do that. His apartment is full of his own paintings and he was well known at his old town and school for his work. Moving to the big city has been a big change for him after living in a small town all of his life. It was always something he's wanted to do, but it was a bit different to what he'd expected. He's quiet and mysterious, and people can find that unnerving, and although he's usually a man of few words you can have an incredibly intelligent conversation with him should he choose to start one with you, and most find him to be quite a nice guy. Few words, big impact, perhaps; he's incredibly charming in the way he speaks to you. Just don't anger him. He's incredibly sensitive to what people say about him or about others, and that shows through if you're not careful with your words.

Why you're in detention: Someone made him lose his temper, and they paid the heavy price. Told you he can be sensitive... It was actually about someone else, and he was defending them. He'd never lose his temper over something someone had said about him.

Other: He actually hates being called Rupert. Everywhere he goes, he is called by his second name, Asher; even by his parents who, after some years, came to understand his distaste for his name.

Sky swung backwards on her chair, glancing aroun with distaste. Oh, look, there was Axel. And Morgan too, how lovely. Sky smirked in spite of herself. They didn't belong here.

Asher came in quietly, though it was obvious he was still hacked off at whoever the jerk was that had torn a strip of another girl down the hallway. He knew neither of them, but he still cared about people's feelings. Clearly, teachers didn't get that. He sat down at a secluded table in the corner of the room, and started at his fists on the table. He ran a hand back through his black hair and let out a sigh of frustration.

Rhys didn't say much else, it not taking long for him and the other to saunter into the room, late or perfectly on time. Not that it mattered to him. As finding most of the secluded seats were taken, a soft sigh passed his lips. "You're not sitting by me." he warned the younger male, being cooperative for once and taking the very first seat. Back to everyone else.

Jae paused at the entrance to the library, peering in at the others with a smug grin dancing on his lips. Too, the fact that everyone sat as far from each other amused him pretty well. "Oh how fun." he giggled, walking in a taking the nearest seat, which no doubt, was as close to Rhys as possible. "I am."

SKy,from her seculded seat, laughed. "Can't you see he doesn't want you?" she said, grinning. "Such a shame I got the best seat."

Name: David William Donner

Age: 17

Grade: 11

Appearance: David has a very hypnotizing, and attractive look about him. He's not very well built, and seems fragile, which he is. His eyes are a very dark, very masking shade of brown, that change colours in certain light, and his hair is nearly the same shade of brown, it goes down to his shoulders and flipped in an emo sort of style. His clothes are scene-ish and always black, never being seen in any other colour.

Personality: He's pretty cooped up inside, and it takes alot to get him to open up. But once he does, he's charming, sweet and sensitive, the sensitive part can get well out of hand, as he doesn't mind showing his emotions unlike many other people. He's also a very depressed boy, and aches inside for something that was never really there in the first place, because of this, he's good at putting on his, "everythings alright" face, and this has also made him mildly demented, and weird. He never opens up and this has made him demented, and very poetic, and good with words, but doesn't show it.

Why you are in Detention: He drew a very abd piucture of someone, they saw, and nearly killed him, and weith his brilliant mind, executed a plot so they would pay a very heavy price for what they did to him.

Other: not now.

Rhys rolled his eyes and propped his feet up on the table, trying his best not to bite down on the cancer stick in between his lips. The female did make a perfect point, he did not want the flamboyant male sitting close by or speaking to him in general. Rather not commenting on that, he glanced back, eyebrow quirked. "Best seat? Who cares, we're not in second grade anymore." he mumbled, no emotion in his words.

"Eh, whatever." Jae leaned forward, sprawling his arms across the table in a lazy matter. "He's going to have to deal with me anyway." he snickered, sounding like a hyena almost. "Best seat, my xss."