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(Hmm...I think I'm going to have the setting for now be school--how original --() --and the day of accident...?)

"Thank you, daddy!" A voice called, cutting through the crisp winter air sharply as a girl turned to wave to a car that was driving off. She probably would have KILLED herself, she thought as she clutched her stylish winter coat closer, if she had had to ride that dreadful bus. In fact, she had even made a record of not riding it for seven years now, although the record was dangerously close to ending, as everyone in her family--her mother, father, older brother, and older sisters (who were twins)--had gotten sick. She had to beg her father to quit geting thinking of only himself and drive her in, an argument which hadn't been easy.

Tossing a scarf over a shoulder, she turned and walked through the packed, crunching snow for a few steps. With a pout, the girl walked over to the front doors of the hellhole that she called prison, the nerds called home, and most people called Casper High.

As the girl entered the building, her cheeks rosy from the wind's sting, she noticed--to her favor--that she was early. Quickly stopping at her locker and depositing her coat and scarf--along with removing some books and putting them in her messenger bag--the girl walked around, waiting for others of HER kind to get there. When she said "her kind", she did not mean the majority of the students; she meant cheerleaders, as herself. The "upper crust" of the school hierarchy, where it was best to make "friends".

Of course, Ryanna--for that was the girl's name--used the word "friends" lightly. She had no friends, just accquaintances. She simply felt that she didn't want or need them. The only purpose in life was to get to the top, she thought, and friends held you back. She never wanted to let ANYONE get close to her heart, lest it be hurt.

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(I know, I know, and her posting is a bit my fault. You see, I completely forgot that you claimed him--a thousand apologies!--and I said that she could temp for Danny and Tucker until someone claimed them. The reason I forgot is because I never updated you to my list of charries...^^() So I said she could RP her! I'm sorry for the confusion! Daina...would you mind terribly if you just added on from where Metalweregarurumon's post finished...? XDD)


Wonderful, just wonderful, Ryanna sighed as she rounded a corner. So far, none of her so-called "friends" were at school. In fact, only nerds were, and she wouldn't DARE talk to them, barring a snide remark or two. In other words, she was alone.

When Ryanna spotted Danny, Sam, and Tucker, she couldn't resist.

Sauntering over, she smirked as she raised her eyebrows. "Nice bruise, Fenton!" she said, laughing almost cruelly. :I'm sure that your girlfriend could loan you some make-up, though, to hide it. Goodness knows, she's got enough on as it is!"

(no problem. ^^)
"Gee Ryanna, nice to see you too." Danny said glaring at Ryanna. "I would say something back, but you're too perfect to be made fun of." He said this last bit with obvious sarcasm in his voice. Danny wasn't in the mood to make up a valid excuse for the bruise on his forehead, so he just stuck to his usual witty comebacks.

I'd like to join.
Name:Marina Jones or Mari, depends on if you're her friend or not
RPed by: eieiovt682
Grade/Age: 9th grade/15
Species: Human, possibly future halfa?
Gender: Female
Appearance: brownish-blond hair with a slight red tint down to about her waist, blue-green eyes, and about 5' 4". She likes to wear a long-sleeved blue shirt and never goes anywhere without her green-toned denim skirt. She often wears her hair in a differnet style each day of the week, never failing to amuse the other students. Her head usually has a large lump from the poles and walls she runs into.
Good/Evil/Neutral: Good
Personality: Mari gets B's and a few C's in school, and doesn't really like doing sports. She has a few close friends, but is generally considered weird by her peers because she yells out random things. Weird as it sounds, she has an obsession with kazoos(sp?) and people can trick her by offering one as a reward. She is part of Amity Park's population that isn't sure whether Danny's good or bad, and is constantly trying to make up her mind. When doing this, she often stops paying attention to the world around her and runs into something. She doesn't want to be like Paulina, though she would agree that a few more friends would be nice. She's often seen at the Nasty Burger, where her friends hang out.
History/ "Bio": She was born in a town somewhat near Amity Park, but moved when her parents got jobs working at the Amity Park Elementary School. She has a younger sister named Amy and an older brother named Chris. Chris is a senior, and is never around becuase of odd jobs he does to make money for college. Amy is in sixth grade and watches way too much TV. Mari plays a few different musical instruments, including the clarinet. She is taking guitar and piano lessons, with her teachers being rivals. She laughs at them and then calls them pinecones, something she calls everyone but nobody understands except possibly her. Her parents are Jon and Lin, and they teach 4th and 1st grade, respectively. They're a little airheaded, but they notice when Mari starts acting weird, like when she failed her first test in 7th grade. In their spare time, they like to find random facts on the internet. She finds it amazing when she comes home, thinking her parents couldn't possibyl have found another fact, but then they do. They limit themselves to sharing one a night. She often gets harassed by girls like Paulina and Star, but was friends with Val in second grade. She thinks it's great that Valerie has finally started hanging out with people other than the meanest girls in school, but doesn't really know her new friends Sam, Danny, and Tucker that well, even though they went to school together.
Other: Like you've probably noticed, she's completely random, and somewhere around 27.fish% (as she says it) of things she says make no sense. Being as so, nobody pays any attention to anything she says, even though for all they know she's blurting out everyone in school's secrets. Or she could just be rambling about why cows shouldn't go into space, who knows? also, she takes french in school, and she doesn't say anything random in French, it's the only time she's gaurunteed to make senseUnleash your dark side at circus gothica!

(Alright! You are accepted, eieiovt682!)

Ryanna firmly placed her graceful hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow as she turned to Seth, listening to his comment. "Er...whatever..." Ryanna said, rolling her eyes and muttering "Nerd!" under her breath.

Turning back to Danny, her smirk grew as he said that she was "too perfect to make fun of". Ignoring the sarcasm that dripped from that statement, Ryanna smiled. "Thank you, Danny!" she said triumphantly, showing off her teeth.

But what Sam said next shocked her and made her blood boil. Who is she calling a b***h?! she screamed mentally, furious. Her hands were at her sides by now, clenched so tightly into little balls that eight perfect crescent-moon marks were left in the palms of her hands by her nails. In fact, it took all she had not to flat-out slap the girl right then and there!

Taking a deep breath, Ryannaforced herself to calm, working her features into a superior smirk. "At least MY future doesn't involve saying 'do you want fries with that?'!" Ryanna said heatedly before muttering "b*****d!"

Ryanna raised her eyebrows, a cruel smirk coming forming in her lips. "Is that so...?" she said, quietly. Her emerald eyes danced with mischief. "Or else what?" she asked, leaning inward just a tad. As if Ryanna could read Danny's mind, she smirked. "Or have you forgotten that Dash is on my speed dial?" she asked, raising her eyebrows, sweeping her head away dramatically and looking at her nails nonchalantly. "Or would you rather me chase you down and beat the crap out of you?"

Before Ryanna could say any more, the bell rang, warning students that they had very little time to get to their first period class or they would be late. "See you around." Ryanna taunted, heading off to her first period class: English with Mr. Lancer.