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 Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 8:51 pm
o1: ToC <--- You are here
o2: Acceptance letter
o3: Rules
o4: Profile skeleton
o5: Dorm assignments
o6: Pictures of the school, dorms and classrooms.
o7: Accepted students / teachers
o8: White / Black list
o9: Special events / Updates
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 8:52 pm
o1: ToC
o2: Acceptance letter <--- You are here
o3: Rules
o4: Profile skeleton
o5: Dorm assignments
o6: Pictures of the school, dorms and classrooms.
o7: Accepted students / teachers
o8: White / Black list
o9: Special events / Updates
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11: Reserved Dear Future student:
I have received word from someone of higher standards that you are an exellent musicsian, artist, dancer, or singer. Here at Summerset Conservatory of the Arts, we pride ourselves on helping you develope your skills in the areas that you prosper most.
This school is a summer school of course, but it is nothing like normal school. You will only have to go to one class per day plus any practice time you need, unless you are part of all the classes we offer here. There is a beach just a short walk to the North from the school, as well Summerset Conservatory of the Arts is close to as much shopping that any girl / boy would like. If you are not ito things like that, there are pleny clubs that are just off campus. At this school, you are in charge of your learning, we will not make you come to class, but it is your choice if you want to win the scholorship to the collage of your choice. Regarding the scholorship, there will be a contest of sorts at the end of this year to test who is the best here.
We here at Summerset Conservatory hope to see you on the school roster this year.
Sincerly
Shawnya Polorsa
Dean of admissions.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 8:53 pm
o1: ToC
o2: Acceptance letter
o3: Rules <--- You are here
o4: Profile skeleton
o5: Dorm assignments
o6: Pictures of the school, dorms and classrooms.
o7: Accepted students / teachers
o8: White / Black list
o9: Special events / Updates
1o: Reserved
11: Reserved Rules
o1: Literacy
You must be at least semi-literate to advanced literate. That means no chat speak, no astricks for doing things, post about three to four good lines if possible per-post apart from your first post, which should be at least two good pragraphs. Use proper spelling and grammar I understand the odd spelling mistake.
o2: Posting
When posting I want you to post in a size 9-10 size font and make iit a pretty colour, do NOT use the same colour as someone else. If you have made a mistake and spot it please edit your post and change it. If you miss someones post and need to edit your post please do. Post at least two or even more paragraphs per post I understand writers block but even I don't have writers block all the time, if you do have writers block then please say. I want the paragraphs to be good paragraphs I don't want a novel of rubbish, I'd rather you write one paragraph with a lot of description and good quality writing then seven paragraphs filled with bad writing. If you're going to type in OOC (Out of character) they use something to show that such as brackets. Don't fight in OOC it's very annoying take it to PMs.
o3: Profiles
As far as profiles go, I would like you to pm me them. Please title them 'iiGOTASONGFORYOU'. I want them to be titled the exact same, so please just copy and paste it. I ask that your appearance is either real, or a discription. I want this to be as realistic as possible. I ask that you use first person on the profile, but in the roleplay third person. There will only be twenty spots, and it is first come first serve. There are spots for 1o girls and 1o boys.
o4: ToS
This rule is self explanitory.
o5: Cybering
This is a huge no! I accept romance, but keep it Pg 13. If you must, take it to pm's, not everyone wants to read that...
o6: These rules will Change
Please keep an eye apon them.
o7: Have Fun!!!
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 8:54 pm
o1: ToC
o2: Acceptance letter
o3: Rules
o4: Profile skeleton <--- You are here
o5: Dorm assignments
o6: Pictures of the school, dorms and classrooms.
o7: Accepted students / teachers
o8: White / Black list
o9: Special events / Updates
1o: Reserved
11: Reserved [imgleft] your main photo here [/imgleft]
[align=center][size=9][color=black] other pictures (Links please) [/color][/size]
[size=11][color=springgreen].The name I go by.[/color][/size]
[size=9][color=black]First middle and last [go here][/color][/size]
[size=11][color=springgreen]. but . Call . me .[/color][/size]
[size=9][color=black]Nicknames.[/color][/size]
[size=11][color=springgreen]. I am [/color][/size]
[size=9][color=black]{Musician, dancer, artist, singer ect.}[/color][/size]
[size=11][color=springgreen]. the song ii siign.[/color][/size]
[size=9][color=black]Age (15-19)[/color][/size]
[size=11][color=springgreen].What you fiind iin my diiary.[/color][/size]
[size=9][color=black] Bio and Personality in one [/color][/size]
[size=11][color=springgreen].My eyes look over at.[/color][/size]
[size=9][color=black]Crush. {Not needed untill later in the roleplay, pm me if you get one and I will edit it.}[/color][/size]
[size=11][color=springgreen].The Puppet master is.[/color][/size]
[size=9][color=black]Your Username [/color][/size][/align]
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 8:56 pm
o1: ToC
o2: Acceptance letter
o3: Rules
o4: Profile skeleton
o5: Dorm assignments <--- You are here
o6: Pictures of the school, dorms and classrooms.
o7: Accepted students / teachers
o8: White / Black list
o9: Special events / Updates
1o: Reserved
11: Reserved Dorms
The rooms are co-ed and there is two to a dorm.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 9:01 pm
o1: ToC
o2: Acceptance letter
o3: Rules
o4: Profile skeleton
o5: Dorm assignments
o6: Pictures of the school, dorms and classrooms. <--- You are here
o7: Accepted students / teachers
o8: White / Black list
o9: Special events / Updates
1o: Reserved
11: Reserved
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 9:11 pm
o1: ToC
o2: Acceptance letter
o3: Rules
o4: Profile skeleton
o5: Dorm assignments
o6: Pictures of the school, dorms and classrooms.
o7: Accepted students / teachers <--- You are here
o8: White / Black list
o9: Special events / Updates
1o: Reserved
11: Reserved
2/10 girls
0/10 Guys
Accepted Students:
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Finest .The name I go by. Chelsea Rose Williams . but . Call . me . Chels. . I am Musician . the song ii siign. 18 .What you fiind iin my diiary. I, Chelsea Rose Williams am a love child. I never knew who my father is or was for that fact. I have a younger sister who gets on my nerves and drives me mental. I also have an older brother who I refer to as my idol. He is the one that I can turn to if I have any problems, although he is away at collage studying to become a lawyer. He has taught me pretty much all that I know up to this point. Most people think of me as one of those bubbly girls who they could get with easily, but they are so wrong. I may look innocent and sweet, but get on my bad side and you are toast. I still live with my motehr who is one of the most protective people in the world. She won't let me out of the house without a laginimate reason, she thinks I am going to get killed once I step foot out my front door. She seems to think I am a little girl that she has complete control over, but once I'm eighteen I am out of there.
The house I live in is just plain boring. Boring garden, boring sidings, boring everything!. My room looks like something hit it like a tornado or a hurricane. There are posters covering the pale blue walls that haunted me when I was younger. The rest of my house looks like there is noone living there. It is so clean it practically sparkles when light hits it. My mom has nothing better to do I guess. My brother had taught me all the instruments I know to date. That includes, the keyboards, the guitars (bass, accustic Ect) The sax and plenty more. The band is pretty much my life. when I joined the band it actually became my life that instant. I love being in the spotlight doing what I love to do the most in the world. Of course if my mother found out about the band, she would for sure throw a hissy fit. When it comes down to friends, the ones in the band are the best. They seem to always be there for me... Although they sometimes make fun of my shortness, but hey its not my fault I'm short
I have left my band to attend this school and earn the scholorship, noone can stop me from doing what I want to do. .My eyes look over at. Noone .The Puppet master is. .-+-.Musicista.-+-. o2. The grass is always greener… On the other side of the Rainbow … .The name I go by. Allison Juliet Marquez [go here] . but . Call . me . Alli or AM . I am Dancer . the song ii siign. Seven[+]ten .What you fiind iin my diiary. For her last name you would think she would be darker.
That was how most of the students regarded, myself, Allison Juliet Marquez when they found out my last name. As I continually had to explain, the last name I have was not my original last name, my mother had recently married a Hispanic man, nor had it been the first time I have switched my last name. I could count the many husbands my mother has divorced on both her hands and all of her toes. However, every so often, a man would come thinking he could simply waltz into my mothers life and make their supposedly undying love last until they grew old together in wooden rocking chairs on a porch somewhere. As per usual, they disappeared within a few months of marrying her mother then got a divorce, my mother falling into a state of ice cream eating despair until the next husband fell into her arms. While my mother entertained herself with the male sex, I found myself more interested in the same sex... That’s a bit off topic… Anyhow, while my mother messed about with many different men, I joined the dance class at school. I spent all of my time there, practicing for hours at a time just to stay away from the annoying cycle of men that went through the house.
I soon got tired of this pattern and applied to the school as soon as I was of age. I didn’t get in for a few years however, my last audition got me in. I stood up and began to dance, ignoring them telling me to please sit down and danced something I had made up in my spare time, my movements showing just how desperate I was to get into the school. After the dance, I sat down calmly with small beads of sweat beginning to bead on my forehead when they told me I was finally accepted. There is my wonderful story for all to know. .My eyes look over at. Soon to be. .The Puppet master is. YumiCorinda o3. o4. o5. o6. o7. o8.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 9:12 pm
o1: ToC
o2: Acceptance letter
o3: Rules
o4: Profile skeleton
o5: Dorm assignments
o6: Pictures of the school, dorms and classrooms.
o7: Accepted students / teachers
o8: White / Black list <---- You are here
o9: Special events / Updates
1o: Reserved
11: Reserved White List:
.-+-.Musicista.-+-. -- Creator of ze thread ^-^
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 9:13 pm
o1: ToC
o2: Acceptance letter
o3: Rules
o4: Profile skeleton
o5: Dorm assignments
o6: Pictures of the school, dorms and classrooms.
o7: Accepted students / teachers
o8: White / Black list
o9: Special events / Updates <---- You are here
1o: Reserved
11: Reserved Special Events/Updates
July 14, 2007-
First day of school, no classes get settled in.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 9:14 pm
o1: ToC
o2: Acceptance letter
o3: Rules
o4: Profile skeleton
o5: Dorm assignments
o6: Pictures of the school, dorms and classrooms.
o7: Accepted students / teachers
o8: White / Black list
o9: Special events / Updates
1o: Reserved <---- You are here
11: Reserved Reserved
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 9:16 pm
o1: ToC
o2: Acceptance letter
o3: Rules
o4: Profile skeleton
o5: Dorm assignments
o6: Pictures of the school, dorms and classrooms.
o7: Accepted students / teachers
o8: White / Black list
o9: Special events / Updates
1o: Reserved
11: Reserved <---- You are here
Reserved
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 9:18 pm
•·.·´¯`·.·• Open! •·.·´¯`·.·•
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:39 pm
;; Ch3ls3a -- N3w school ;; ://: Chelsea Rose Williams, a eighteen french girl from Las Vegas Nevada sat quietly in the back of a car her silver ipod blasting into her ears. Her shoulder length hazel brown hair bounced slightly as the black Nissan skipped over bumps and cracks on the road. Chelsea quietly looked out the window and let out a soft sigh. She was half excited half bumbed about going to the conservatory this summer. For one, she was leaving her friends on the summer that they had so many plans, and she was excited because music was her passion. She had prided herself on being an amazing musician. She played pretty much every instrument including, flute, saxophone, oboe, clarinet, trumpet and so on. She is currently teaching herself the violin. Her brother, Jason had basicly taught her all the instruments other than ones that she had taught herself. He taught her the bass and electric guitar.
As the black car pulled up to the front of the school, a woman looked back at the young girl in the back. " Ayez l'amusement Chels! " This was Chelsea's mother. Her mother only spoke french to the young girl, Chelsea was supposed to be taking a trip to France next summer and she needed to become fluent in the language. "Je ... Maman secondaire !" Chelsea replied. [[ For translations use this site... http://babelfish.altavista.com/tr ]]
Chelsea smiled and got out of the car and walked to the trunk of the car and pulled out two rather large bags. She hung one over her shoulder and dragged the other one behind her. Looking to a peice of paper she had clenched in her hand, she nodded looking at the large school. Where are the dorms?? she asked herself as she walked past a large green leaved tree. Running her fingers through her hair she sighed. "Je suis si perdu" she whispered under her breath as she walked into the front door. Looking straight ahead of herself, she saw the office. Smiling she speed walked towards it and walked in.
" Hi there how can I help you?" A cheery woman chimmed from behind a counter.
"Bonjour, là où soyez- I mean, hi where are the dorms?"
" Walk back out the front door and hang a right and go straight... Self explaintory from there."
"Merci!" Chelsea said walking out of the office.
Walking back outside into hte sun, Chelsea headed for the dorm area. Looking at the scenery around her she felt a smile grace her glossed light pink lips. It was beautiful, the beach on the horizon, the lush green trees, alot different than Las Vegas. And the weather was great too. In Las Vegas, it was always so hot. But here it was a happy medium, not too hot and not to cool.
Walking into the dorm tower she walked up a flight of stairs that lead to the dorms. Looking to the paper once again, Chelsea smiled. Dortoir numéro trois... trois.... Aha ! She grabbed a key that she had and unlocked the door. Looking in she nodded. A little white, but hey, it will do.. All it needs is a few posters and it will feel just like home. Placing her bag apon one of the two beds in the room, she glanced around once more.
" I can get to like it here..." ://:
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 9:53 pm
>>Diamonds<< are [for]ever...
::Click:: ::Click:: ::Click:: ::Click:: Allison Juliet Marquez tapped her fake nails on the door handle of the blue Toyota Camry while her mother applied a thick shade of scarlet to her over-botoxed lips. Alli glanced over at her mother from the passenger side with an annoyed look, her mother beginning to pull out a nearly used mascara tube from her sequined purse with an air of disdain for her daughters’ anxiousness to get to her new school. Alli wiggled her toes in her worn out leather booties, feeling her blisters from the previous dance practice threaten to pop from the movement. She reached up and began to twirl a strand of boyishly short platinum blonde hair around her finger, absently humming the melody from Philip Sparke’s Earth while she did so. Finally the car reached its destination and Alli got out, seeming quite relieved to get away from her mother.
“Hey AM. I’m not paying for anything extra. You got the scholarship here and if you need anything extra you can earn the money yourself.”
“That is perfectly fine mother dearest. I’ve got everything I need here, no thanks to you. I wasn’t expecting you to give up your eyeliner and lip gloss fund for me anyways.”
Alli spoke in a scathingly sarcastic tone to the woman she called mom while she grabbed her rather large duffle bag and cat carrier from the back seat, the cat reprimanding her in loud meows as she was set on the curb roughly long with the duffle bag. Alli leaned to the side in front of the open door, staring at her mother who was angrily beginning to apply yet another layer of the red hue to her lips, her eyebrows laced together in an unattractive way.
“Well you had better go. Do you have another date tonight?”
“Why yes infact I do.”
“Right then, I’ll talk to you… sometime… Bye.”
“Have fun in your fancy lil’ school Allison.”
“Right mom. Bye.”
Allison shut the door with a loud bang and quickly picked up her bag and cat carrier, walking to what she assumed was the check in building. She hid the cat carrier in the bushes, the cat staying relatively quiet. She pushed open the door with a slim porcelain shoulder clothed in a skimpy sapphire tank top, her black bra strap barely peeking out from under it.
“Hi. My name is Allison Marquez; I’m here to check in.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary. Just head over to your dorm and settle in, you’ve got the day to yourself.”
“Umm… Right. Where are the dorms?”
“Take a right outside the door and go straight. You’ll find them from there.”
“Thanks.”
Alli strolled back out, grabbing the cat carrier on the way and followed the directions to the dorm. She walked in and looked for dorm 2, quickly finding it and walking in. She put the cat carrier and duffle on the bed spread and walked back to the door, sticking her head out to look around quickly. She finished her survey and pulled back in, shutting the door after her. She unlatched the cat carrier, allowing the tabby cat by the name of Riley out then shut it, putting it in the corner. She wandered around the room, peering into the bathroom then let out a squeal of delight. She twirled back to her duffle bag, her cat twining herself around Alli’s feet while she unpacked her clothes and put them away.
"This is ging to be so much fun, Ry..."
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