Matthias Quinn Jamenson

  An exasperated sigh escaped from the almost constantly pursed lips of Ms. Pickrell as she stared up at Quinn. “Do you ever get tired of being such a nuisance?” She asked with as much calm as she could muster, quite tired of reminding her student that he had work to do.
  Quinn thought it over, casually leaning back against one of the desks in the room; calloused hands gripping on to the edge. “Do you ever get tired of my mother’s room?” He shot back finally, lips curving up into his all to well known smirk.
Ms. Pickrell’s eyes narrowed at the reference, hands moving on to her hips as she became defensive. “Different situations Quinn,” she replied carefully, the words turning over in her head. “What her and I do doesn’t concern you and you should know well enough to behave in class unless you want to deal with her being... disappointed.” The pause before disappointed thought over well before it came out; such a well calculated hit as far as she was concerned.
Tightening his grip on the plastic top of the desk, Quinn’s smirk lost a little bit of its normal luster. “Fine, I’ll have the assignment done in time for class and I’ll even refrain from disrupting your oh so well thought out lesson plan,” he managed to say at last as he pushed himself off of the desk; standing up to his full height of 6’3. “Now, if you don’t mind ma’am, I have some excess energy to burn off ahead of time.”
With that Quinn was out the door, long strides removing himself from the room before he could even hear a response. Said strides continued to propel the youth towards the doors leading to the outside at the front of the school; black backpack bouncing against his back with each step. As he approached the door the occasional wave, hello, and head nod was given to a familiar face, but nothing more; a boy with a mission one might say. A mission that was accomplished with ease as rough hands earned through hard work making contact with the handle of one of the main doors and pushing it open with more force than intended.

Birdsong High School - Olivia Marie Gomez

Birdsong High School was as bright as the name tended to imply; almost perfect looking in the photos on the school pamphlets and site. What most parents deemed to be the best school in town; not that such a roaring recommendation meant much since it was the only high school in the small town. Regardless, staff members took the glowing praise to heart and tried their best to keep things up to standard for themselves and the growing minds of the student body.

Of course, the students didn't always agree with this. At times finding the freedom to self educate on specific projects to be frustrating; especially those in their ninth grade year when the concept was first introduced. Though even those in their later years occasionally floundered with the idea of an education tailored better to suit their interests while also being educated on the basics of Math, English, and a language of their choice.

Olivia Marie Gomez, currently in her senior year, had been one of the multiple students to find herself overwhelmed at the teaching strategy of the school. Unsure of how to accept being thought of and treated as someone capable of their own decisions for once despite knowing it was coming thanks to an older brother. However, now that she had managed to stumble forward with a wavering 3.5 GPA into her senior year, she found herself grateful for how the years had turned out. Well, at least to the point to think the situation over as she impatiently tapped her foot behind someone in line to get herself an unhealthy drink fix for lunch rather than some actual food.

This particular habit of hers wasn't new; unless of course the student stuck in front of her was new to the area. Otherwise it was a well known lunch time ritual kept in place to keep control of parts of the day when there wasn't as much structure in the surrounding area. Not that the classroom environment was much better for that, but at the very least there was a noise control system in place.

"You know, there's always five choices. Never four, never three. They never run out and yet every day one of y'all manages to stare at it as if there is a new choice," she grumbled quite audibly, black Vans decorated with gunmetal gray zombies hitting against the ground louder in an effort to show her dislike for waiting more than five seconds for her afternoon caffeine fix. Which was, quite possibly, one of the few things she considered herself to be rude during; otherwise it was as much about sunshine and lollipops as she could handle. Better friends first then enemies to start off the bat after all.

Once the student was done making their choice, Olivia happily and quickly inserted the correct amount for a drink and punched in her choice of the day; a Dr. Pepper. Opening it up, she stepped away from the small room for the machines, walking into the main lunch area, drink already open. Beginning to take a sip she stumbled on the shoelaces of her own shoes, falling forward and managing to spill some (rather entirely too much) of her drink on a student she didn't recognize. Screaming an apology shortly after an expletive, she began to flee from the scene to get some paper towels or something.

Kimberly Isabella Peterson

General Information

Full Name: Kimberly Isabella Peterson

Nicknames: Kim, Kimmy

Age: Story dependent

Birthday: August 16th

Sex: Female

Physical Appearance

Eye Color: Emerald green with some brown/gold specks

Hair Color: Dark brown with lighter brown highlights

Hair Length: Shoulder blade length

Hairstyle: Up in either just a messy bun or two pig tails. Occasionally braided.

Height: 5'5” (the short one of the family)

Body Type: Somewhat curvy - weight to go with it (Hispanic roots from mother)

Tattoos: None

Piercings: None

Other: Same problem as her brother; poor eye sight runs in the family. So usually contacts, sometimes glasses. Also has braces at the moment.

Family Information

Mother: Isabella Marie Peterson (maiden name - Martinez)

Father: Thomas Edward Peterson

Siblings: Younger brother – Edward James Peterson

“But you said that I could turn it in late,” the eighteen year old whined quite pointedly at her English teacher as she pushed the stack of papers in the teacher's direction. “It's not my fault that everything went wrong the day before!” Kimberly added, as if it just might change Mrs. Brighton's mind about the whole ordeal.

“I said you could turn it in later that day, not today.” Mrs. Brighton replied before tightening her lips in annoyance; disregarding further protests from her student with a raised hand before turning her back on the problem.

Of course that further irritated Kimberly who wanted to raise her fist and scream about the injustice of it all, but even she knew that would be to no avail at this moment. Instead she slid and turned on the heels of her rather tattered black converses and headed out the door; head held high as she stuffed the papers into her red tote bag proclaiming that math is delicious. Though, that seemed to be the wrong course of action as she stumbled forward at just the right moment to crash into another student who rashly jumped to pointing fingers and saying some rather colorful words.

“Yeah, right. Do you mind taking your attitude about four feet to the left?” Kimberly asked, shrugging her shoulders and pushing past the still noisy student. Usually she would have bothered with a more adequate and well voiced insult about pits and sharks, but at the moment she was more in the mood for something cold to drink. That and she was hoping to spot someone who would listen to her claims of injustice about not being allowed to turn in her sloppily written paper.

The likelihood of that happening was steadily decreasing though as her honor bound friends seemed to prefer to actually do their homework where as she thought it was a rightful joke to slack off and pass classes still. Sighing at the thought the fairly short Kimberly pulled her dark brown hair up into its usual messy ponytail as she stepped into line for the main soda machine near the cafeteria; impatiently tapping her right foot.

Venice Manhattan Brighton

General Information

Full Name: Venice Manhattan Brighton

Nickname(s): Iceberg, Ice Queen

Gender: Female

Age: HS + College (18), Other (27)

Birthday: May 28th

Appearance

Eye Colour: Green with some gray specks on closer inspection

Eye Adornment:  None

Hair Colour: Platinum blonde with pink, purple and blue streaks; think cotton candy

Hair Length: Shoulder blade.

Hair Style: Normally pulled back into a ponytail with bangs pulled aside.

Height: Approximately 5'10"

Weight: Approximately 165 lbs

Body Shape: Rectangle. Excellent legs; years of running.

Tattoo(s): None

Piercing(s): None

 Quick Blurb/Story

           "Attention everyone," Mrs. Anderson yelled out over the steadily increasing murmur of her first period class. "It's time to be quiet now and ya'll know that," she added on as she looked over every student with her piercing dark brown eyes. "We have a new student to this fine, fine school of ours joining us in class today, so I want ya'll to make her feel welcomed," she finally announced almost everyone had settled down beyond the occasional fidget or squeak of a chair. "Everyone, meet Ms. Brighton," she said whilst gesture over to the tall, quiet girl next to her.

           "Uhm," the previously silent girl stammered out almost inaudibly as she looked over the mostly attentive group of students seated in front of her with mostly light green eyes. "Heya, I'm Venice. It's nice to sorta meet all of you, I guess," she rambled off as pleasantly as possible, the last couple of words mumbled to herself.

           "Is there anything else that you would like to share?" Mrs. Anderson asked eagerly out of genuine curiosity as she was the sort of person that always enjoyed learning more about someone; regardless of who they were. "Where you're from, why you moved, absolutely anything at all."

          "Err, sure, I guess," Venice replied with a forced smile in place. "I'm from Nowheresville, North Dakota, I don't find puppies offensive, and I would really, really like to sit down now."

          Looking almost ashamed of herself at first, Mrs. Anderson quickly offered up a smile to cover it up before addressing the spoken want. "Oh right, of course ya' do dear," she began before letting out a small chuckle at what could be attested to as forgetfulness. A chuckle that was soon accompanied by the sounds of a few students laughing as well. "There's an empty seat back there next to Miss Katie with your name on it darling," she said finally to resolve the issue, nodding her head back in the direction of the desk and chair combination seat.

          "Thanks," muttered Venice as a small, true smile crept it's way on to her face; relief washing over her face as she was grateful for the chance to sit down. Her worn, black backpack bounced up and down ever so slightly with each of her hurried steps towards the desk in the back. Upon arrival at the designated free seat, she quickly slid into it while slinging her backpack off of her right shoulder. Dropping it off of her left shoulder she allowed it to hit the carpeted ground with a light thud. Shifting in her seat to become more comfortable, Venice stretched out her long legs to rest her neon green Converse clad feet on the metal bookshelf on the bottom of the seat in front of her. Reaching down, she dragged a notebook from her bag and settled into the familiar routing of taking notes as a teacher droned on.

A Quick Character Hashing

General Information

Full Name: Sydney Elise Kingston

Nickname(s): Syd, Eli, Spazoid

Gender: Female

Age: Approximately 18

Birthday: October 28th

Appearance

Eye Colour: Medium green; grass green

Eye Adornment:  Contacts

Hair Colour: Auburn; medium

Hair Length: Shoulder blade. Bangs cut shorter; little past eyes

Hair Style: Normally pulled back into a ponytail with bangs swept to the left. Kept in place with a collection of various barrettes.

Height: Approximately 5'9"

Weight: Approximately 175 lbs

Body Shape: V-Shaped (Inverted Triangle)

Tattoo(s): None

Piercing(s): Both ears once. Normally just has studs in. Will coordinate for the holidays, especially Halloween.

Personality

Likes: Music (indie scene mostly; Stars, Zox, Headlights, etc.), Movies (musicals and cult classics; Donnie Darko, Mamma Mia, Rocky Horror Picture Show, etc.), bananas (especially the fruit, not so much the flavouring unless in the form of laffy taffy), badminton, helping others out (customers at stores she doesn't work at, friends, complete strangers, etc.)
Dislikes: Frowns (both the emoticon and when people actually are frowning; feels a need to remedy the situation.), grapes (from the actual fruit to candy flavored like it. Just too juicy and weird tasting to her.), people that ask very obvious questions (mostly when they do it on purpose to be "smart" or "funny" but really aren't.), basketball (not a complete dislike, more of a she's tired of being told she has the height for it; height does not equate skill), people that talk loudly on their cellphones while in public places (HELLO LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY DRAMA.)