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Started May 23, 2020 by @Gentleman

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We quite forgive you. Life has a habit of getting in the way.

i dont know if i will be able to continue sorry, :)

i dont know if i will be able to continue sorry, :)

That's alright! I understand completely. No need for apologies.

We quite forgive you. Life has a habit of getting in the way.

Thank you much. You are very kind people.

((i would gladly keep going!!))

Fantastic!! :)

I'm about to leave for work so I'll have to resurrect this RP later, but I do intend to do so soon.

((Apologies for just popping in, but I was directed by Crocs to have a look at this due to the missing users? It's a very intriguing prompt that I've never seen before, and I have a recent batch of characters that could quite possibly do nicely for this. But it's totally fine if you're not accepting 'replacements,' or more people))

You are absolutely welcome to join! I'm ecstatic that you're interested, and I would love to have you here. Even when/if Misfit returns, I think there's plenty room for you to hop on board with us, too.

((Apologies for just popping in, but I was directed by Crocs to have a look at this due to the missing users? It's a very intriguing prompt that I've never seen before, and I have a recent batch of characters that could quite possibly do nicely for this. But it's totally fine if you're not accepting 'replacements,' or more people))

You are absolutely welcome to join! I'm ecstatic that you're interested, and I would love to have you here. Even when/if Misfit returns, I think there's plenty room for you to hop on board with us, too.

Thank you! I'm assuming you don't need a sample, seeing how we're already in a roleplay together. I should have my template up…at some point. It might take me a bit to pick a character and fill out the template in detail

No, a sample certainly won't be necessary. You've already proven to be a good RPer! Take all the time you need. :)

Name/Nickname— Acacia Zamora
Age— 17
Grade— Sophomore
Gender— Female
Backstory— Grew up in poverty, but it never really bothered her too much. Her parents did their best to provide for her and give her everything that she deserved, but it wasn't quite enough unfortunately, at least in their eyes. She still got a part-time job at a bar as a waitress, she still couldn't go to school after eighth grade for a year due to not having the money for it. She did, however, earn a miniscule scholarship to a particularly run-down and local school, and went through her Freshman year a year late. She still worked at the bar when she wasn't going to school, occasionally sneaking drinks back home for her parents and a glass for herself. Hearing about the lottery perked up her parents' hope for her future, and they gently but incessantly urged her to enter it in the hopes of getting that free admission. Acacia had her doubts, but her optimism squashed that doubt as she entered. But lo-and-behold, one of the names chosen was hers. Like a dream come true, her world slid onto its side and upturned nearly everything. Not only could she go to school and make her parents proud, but she'd be doing it at a school far, far different than the one she currently went to.
Personality— Very bubbly, loud, and obnoxious. She doesn't let things hold her down or damper her enthusiasm, and she does her best to lighten the spirits of her friends. And speaking of friends, oh boy. Doesn't matter if she has no money in her pockets, she will find a way to pamper and spoil the people she cares about, friends and potential partners. While she definitely has the smarts to back up her right to be at school, during day-to-day activities, she doesn't act it in the slightest, and it causes many people to doubt her intellectual prowess, even her friends. "Boundaries are meant to be tested and rebuilt," as she likes to say, so expect her to be pushing buttons on a daily basis. Is the kind of person to start dancing and singing out of nowhere, though she's not very good at dancing and has only partially learned how to sing thanks to her hijacking her friend's lessons.
Strengths– Book-smart, loving, confident, open-minded. A good secret-keeper, surprisingly. Can run in heels. Good memory. She uses her height to her advantage a lot of the time, keeping items out of people's reach and also reaching the top shelf for others.
Weaknesses– Not very ambitious, no consideration for her own well-being when doing something "fun," can be too nosey and annoying at times. A sucker for competition and betting. Easily distracted.
Appearance—
Build/height– Tall and slim, but not skinny, with very very subtle curves to her build. 5'11.
Complexion/skin-tone– Words elude me so have this reference picture instead.
Facial features/eye color– Curious cat-like eyes that are a bright azure blue color with some darker blue spots mixed in. Visibility of those spots depends on the lighting. Naturally pouty lips, high cheekbones, strong brows, smooth jawline.
Preferred outfit– Heels are a must, even if they're simple stilettos or thigh-high heeled boots. Platform heels are also a favorite. Form-fitting crop tops (any sleeve style), skinny jeans, highwaisted shorts, aviators, tied up button-ups, and leather pants. Has been known to wear suits over dresses, but will do both. For school, she doesn't really care, but will tone down the skin if she must. Really, for her, if she likes it and looks good in it, she's wearing it.
Extra– hair reference. She sometimes puts it into braids when she's feeling up to it.
Other— Has five other friends outside of the school that she talks to frequently

The hallway stretched on for what felt like an eternity, though perhaps that was only because Merritt had never been in a building so large, with such high ceilings and shiny floors. He certainly had never been in one that had such an elegant design. There were a few pictures lining the walls, pictures of well-dressed old men he'd never seen before. Perhaps they were the past directors of the school? Or the founders, even? Maybe one of them was even James Phoenix Reid himself. If he hadn't been so nervous, he might've considering stopping to read the little golden plaques beneath each of them— but that could wait.

His heart thumped a little harder when the hallway finally opened up into a massive room with a glimmering chandelier and crystal-glass window overlooking what appeared to be a garden house. There was a larger portrait in this room— one of a much younger man than the ones in the hallway— and Merritt concluded that must've been Phoenix Reid. Though, he wasn't nearly as majestic as Merritt had expected.

There were only two other people in the room at the time: an older gentleman with a short white beard and a flawless black suit, and a young man (possibly early twenties), who were standing near the window. The floor there was elevated, but only slightly. It wouldn't have been noticeable to Merritt, had not the older man stepped down and approached him.

"Good afternoon, young man," the older man said, grasping Merritt's hand tightly and giving it a firm shake. For an old guy, he was surprisingly strong. "I'm assuming you are one of the Lottery winners?"
Merritt swallowed as his gaze met the man's piercing stare. "Yes, I am."
"I'm Director Bowen, the current head of this school. It's nice to make your acquaintance. We're glad to have you." There was only a short pause, and Merritt contemplated introducing himself more officially, but Bowen spoke again before he could. "Where are the others? I was told there would be several."
"I— I don't know. I came alone."
"Ah." Bowen nodded in understanding, then motioned laxly to one of the cushy seats. "In the meantime, make yourself comfortable. I'll discuss more with you all once everyone arrives."

(Alright; so essentially, if you would all like, you can focus on having everyone arrive. At your own pace, of course. Eris has been chosen as the greeter and the one who will be helping the other students around by the head of the Lottery Program, who is the guy working with the director; he will be introduced in the next post or two. Eris can already be on her way down here, or I can have that guy directly send for her in my next post, depending on Crocs' preferences. And feel free to kind of do whatever because even though I have some ideas for later, we're just here to see all of the fun ways this can possibly go. :) P.S., sorry if this sucks. I was trying to be quick, but I'm exhausted and majorly distracted, so my brain isn't functioning at full capacity. Or at all.)

"I 'eard 'dem lott'y kids got dem lettas re-recent…ly." The slurred words originated from the drunken man standing before the technically underage girl as she dried a glass behind the bar, only half paying attention to him. Well, standing was an overstatement. His body draped over the counter, which held him up as he half sat on a stool, looking two seconds and a wrong movement away from eating splintered wood. The teenager flicked her eyes up at the man, then smirked and set the glass aside to dry off another washed glass.

"Mmhm," she hummed, not giving away the fact that she, a lowly waitress and part-time bartender, possessed one of those very letters in the pocket of her leather pants. Its very presence burned through the tightly hugging material and scorched her skin, reminding her yet again of its contents. Congratulations, Acacia Zamora! You have been accepted into Phoenix Reid Academy. It thrilled her heart, set its rhythmic beats soaring every time she thought about it and the implications it had for her future. A proper education, fully paid for. Not at the, quite frankly, useless and crappy school she had briefly gone to, but at Phoenix Reid Academy. Crazy.

She tuned back in to the slurring man as he worked up the cognitive ability to speak. " 'dem lucky bas-tards. I didn' get tha' kind 'o op…oppor…"

"Opportunity?"

"Yes. That. I… I worked an' work an' wha' d' I get? Nofin. An' den they get… wha's de word? Oh. A handout. Yes. Handouts. Is bull."

Acacia discreetly apprehended his momentarily forgotten beer and dumped it in the sink, then washed that glass as well while he continued to ramble. She tuned him out, not caring what he had to say about the lottery kids. Just because an old geezer like him didn't get the chance at further education doesn't mean that a tiny group of current teenagers didn't deserve the chance they got.

Besides, it was nearing the end of her shift, and she didn't get paid to listen to drunken rambling.

"Alright kids, time to pack it up and move out." Acacia glanced over at her boss, Wesley, and smiled gratefully. He returned her smile with a knowing wink, then shepherd the groaning and grumbling drunks out of the bar just a few minutes early. Soon enough, the bar hung heavy with silence, empty save for Wesley, Acacia, and the other waitresses, who were already gathering their things to leave. Wesley leaned against the counter and held out his hand, capturing the shot glass she slid his way without needing a request. They've done this dance before, but Acacia had a feeling this little chat would be different. She leaned against the counter as well and arched a brow.

Wesley knocked back his drink, then set the glass down and stared at it for a long while. Not talking. Thinking. His index finger traced around and around the lip of the glass more times than Acacia bothered to count before he finally spoke. "I have your final paycheck, Zee." Her heart stopped, stuttered, then hesitantly started again. He glanced up at his stricken employee. "I'm not firing you, so you know. But I know what you have—I could see it on your face when you walked in—and I can't possibly tell you how proud I am of you. So… while I'm disappointed that I'm losing my best worker," a crooked smile offered to ease her worries, "I'm happy that you'll go off to do great things. Which is why I gave you a very generous bonus tonight. I even took from some of my savings for you, so don't blow it in one go." Wesley stood up straight and fished out a wad of cash to hand to her. It was far from thick, and had many tens and fives within it, but it warmed Acacia's heart nevertheless, and she squealed in delight as she threw herself over the counter to hug a started Wesley, her repeated 'thank you's overlapping each other.

He laughed and hugged her back, then released her to flick his hand in a shooing gesture. "Now go on, I don't want to be the reason you're late." With a final goodbye, Acacia snatched up her gift, then darted home to make some more goodbyes before her bittersweet departure.

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She supposed that not changing out of her 'work attire' may have been a mistake as Acacia stepped off the bus and gawked at the school. So fancy, so filthy rich, so different than her usual environment, so not matching her leather pants, black platform heels, and white off-the-shoulder blouse. Thankfully she had put her hair into braids, so she didn't have to worry about her hair for a while. Hopefully.

Click click click. Her heels echoed with every confident stride as she breezed into the entrance of the school—more like a lobby, in her opinion, but who was she to argue?—and announced her presence to the lady at the desk. "Acacia Zamora. I'm one of the lottery kids?" she introduced, adjusting her two bags to one hand and pulling out her letter with her now free hand. The lady, quite an apathetic woman, directed her to where she was supposed to go.

Click click click. She didn't let her racing heart and sweaty palms get the better of her. This was her new path, and she wasn't about to let some nerves and snotty brats ruin that for her. If all goes particularly awful, then she had her hand-me-down cell phone she bought at a cheap price from a local rich kid, who now happened to be a close friend of hers. Rhys, poor Rhys. Even with his fortune, he couldn't possibly stand for this kind of opportunity. She swore to all of her friends that she would call every chance she got to keep them up to date on her wellbeing, and to participate in their ritualistic study dates and cluttered sleepovers.

Acacia shook her head, beaded braids clattering together, and came to a neat stop in the room the lady told her to go to. She darted her brilliant eyes around the area, then settled them on the men already in the room. "Hello? I was told to come here."