#ogacceptance

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Accepted: Quinn Fabray.

Welcome to the rp CC! please have your account ready in the next 24 hours

✘ OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME: CC.

AGE/TIMEZONE: 27 / CST.

ACTIVITY LEVEL: 7/10. I do work part-time, but I’m on at least once a day after work (and sometimes before); I’m especially active in the evenings and on weekends.

PREVIOUS ACCOUNTS: 

PASSCODE:

✘ IN CHARACTER

CHARACTER NAME: Lucy Quinn Fabray, but she goes by Quinn. AGE/BIRTHDAY: 17 years old. / November 8th. GRADE/OCCUPATION: Junior in high school. / No occupation currently. SHIPS: Fabrevans, Quinn/Chemistry. ANTI-SHIPS: Quinn/Females, Quinn/No Chemistry. HEADCANON: At least 2 headcanons, expand on the given bullet points.

Everything that has happened in her life as of late has Quinn’s Christian faith completely shaken. With both of her parents not only cheating on each other but in such scandalous ways, she’s begun questioning if God really exists. It was something engrained in her mind since the day she was born a Preacher’s daughter, and perhaps it was living lavishly and being one of the lucky ones that further encouraged her to believe it was true. Now though, she’s questioning everything. Why would God let her parents behave this way? Why would he let Sunshine die? She doesn’t understand it and every day as something else unravels, Quinn becomes more skeptical. She’s prayed and yet things keep spiraling out of control; she even stabbed a man and didn’t at all feel guilty about it– in fact, she wished it had done more damage. Now she was even associating with the Greasers and buying drugs from them, for her own use. It all feels wrong and unlike her, but the more she tries talking to God and begging him to get her out of this mess, the more Quinn starts to wonder if he’s even there to listen.

Ever since Quinn returned home, her father watches every penny he gives her. She’s not been completely cut off like in the past, but he expects to know where it all goes. This doesn’t make her recent drug habit so easy, so Quinn has taken matters into her own hands. Being highly intelligent pays off, and she has been offering services to do the homework of other students at school - writing their essays, projects, whatever they need done - for payment. They end up with an A, and Quinn gets her (secret) drug money. It’s a system that works for her, and sometimes the extra schoolwork is a nice distraction from home.

✘ QUESTIONNAIRE

ANSWER IN CHARACTER:

A Greaser is dead and a couple of boys got jumped, do you feel bad your gang could be responsible? I’m not heartless, but in this gang-riddled society, it’s only expected for death to occur. Such things used to bother me, but it just seems to be a way of life now; violence is the only resolution, no matter which side you’re on. Most likely the Greaser did something to provoke us anyhow; they knew what would be coming. Besides, there’s nothing I could do about it– I don’t feel like the blood is on my hands. My condolences are with those that loved that Greaser; I do know what it feels like to lose someone important to you. Everyone knows the rules in Lima though, and if they’re broken you’ll meet the consequences - no matter who you are.

If you could switch gangs, would you? Definitely not. I had a brief stint experimenting in that lifestyle, but it’s not for me. I prefer the luxuries of life; not having to worry about how much money is in my bank account, or even having to work for it. It just felt wrong, and dirty… like I wasn’t where I belonged - no amount of soap could scrub the filth off of me. Coming from the long line of legacy my family brings to Lima, it’s pretty evident that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. The freedom to do as I please is one that I will always take advantage of, unlike the Greasers who don’t have such right. I have the intelligence and skills to pursue anything I want, and should that include leaving Lima someday, so be it. I’m a Fabray, so of course I’ll amount to things– I wouldn’t trade that to be a Greaser even if you paid me.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Successful, and most likely in a different country. Perhaps Paris again, maybe Italy. As someone who wrote for a couple of European magazine while over there, I feel I have the experience and knowledge that comes along with fashion and trends. Plus, this face was made for modeling. Of course, I don’t want to only be known for beauty, so after some years on the catwalk and in media I plan on following in my father’s footsteps and pursuing politics. Where, I don’t just know yet– it’s possible I’d return to the states for that. All I know is that whatever I do, it will be well known, influential, and where no one can tell me what to do.

TRAITS:

(+) ambitious, graceful, inventive.

(-) haughty, vengeful, cunning.

TWITTER:

@socqfabray: This summer heat is grating. Off to Simple Delights for a cool treat! If only this were Italy; then I could have some real gelato. #someday

@socqfabray: For once I’d like to sleep in on a Sunday. #pitfallsofbeingapreachersdaughter

@socqfabray: Prom dress is all picked out! Is it too early to try on tiaras yet? #ifthecrownfits

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Accepted: Daryl Reedus

Welcome to the rp Emily, send your account to the main as soon as possible!

✘ OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME:  Emily

AGE/TIMEZONE: 23 EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL:  it’s gonna be an 8/10

PREVIOUS ACCOUNTS:

http://mysteriousbadboy.tumblr.com/

http://thelittlegeorgiapeach.tumblr.com/

PASSCODE: Whiskey and cigs

✘ IN CHARACTER

CHARACTER NAME: Daryl James Reedus

AGE/BIRTHDAY: 28 April 17

GRADE/OCCUPATION: Arms Dealer

SHIPS: Daryl/Girls

ANTI-SHIPS: Daryl/dudes

HEADCANON: Daryl is a master at tracking, growing up in the backwoods of Georgia, hunting and tracking became is hobby as much as it was his escape. Daryl’s mom died when he was ten in an house fire that was most likely caused falling asleep with a lit cig in her mouth which left him at the hands of his father. At that point on, he was abused terribly by his father. Daryl ran away as many times as he could to escape, but was always brought back and was always beaten until he was barely moving. He endured the torture until his dad was sent to jail for man slaughter- a bar fight gone bad. Daryl is very closed off to the world, never letting a single person in. But when he burned his house down in a drunken stupor, he got in touch with his older brother Merle and the two began to travel the country. Finally settling in Lima Ohio after hearing about the rising tensions between the gangs. He began selling illegals firearms to the Greasers, after seeing the Soc’s true nature.

✘ QUESTIONNAIRE

ANSWER IN CHARACTER:

So, a Greaser is dead, you looking to handle it your own way or leave it to the cops? When have the cops ever helped anyone. I would find the son of a bitch that killed killed ‘em and gut them like last nights hunt.

If you could switch gangs, would you? Fuck no

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Here, I guesss

TRAITS

(+) Honest (brutally), protective, observant

(-) short tempered, spiteful, vengeful.

TWITTER:

@demonwingsreedus: I swear to Christ that if Merle brings one more hooker to the house, I’ll kill ‘em

@twitterhandle: ain’t nothing like a day out in the woods with my crossbow and nature #cantbetamed

@twitterhandle: I’m an angry drunk, don’t question it.

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Accepted: Artie Abrams

Welcome to the rp Erika! you have 24 hours to submit your account the the main

✘ OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME: Erika (Kika)

AGE/TIMEZONE: 30 - GMT-3

ACTIVITY LEVEL: 6/10, cause i’m working so, probably i’ll appear only at night.

PASSCODE: whiskey and cigs

✘ IN CHARACTER

CHARACTER NAME: Arthur (Artie) Michael Abrams

AGE/BIRTHDAY: 16 years/ December 1st.

GRADE/OCCUPATION: JUNIOR IN HIGH SCHOOL

SHIPS: Artie/Girls

ANTI-SHIPS: Artie Forced/Artie Males.

HEADCANON: Artina/Wildebrams

✘ QUESTIONNAIRE

ANSWER IN CHARACTER:

So, a Greaser is dead, you looking to handle it your own way or leave it to the cops? - handle it in my own way (even i don’t have streight for that)

If you could switch gangs, would you? -  nope, i love mah clique

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? - successful director

TRAITS

(+) kind, intelligent, trustworthy

(-) coward, semi-manipulable, angry

TWITTER:

@AbramsA_G:

" I know what you did last summer” is a great movie for this moment rn

@AbramsA_G: What a life more Hamlet style that shakespeare own work

@AbramsA_G: #NowPlaying Sunday, Bloodly Sunday by U2.

PARA SAMPLE:

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Accepted → River Phoenix Corcoran

Welcome to Outsider Gleeks,Quen It’ll be great to have you here with us; set up the account and send it in ASAP.

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME: Quen

AGE/TIMEZONE: 24

ACTIVITY LEVEL: 8/10, I don’t really don’t do shit but some times I go socialize

PREVIOUS ACCOUNTS: Cooper

PASSCODE: whiskey and cigs

✘ IN CHARACTER

CHARACTER NAME: River Phoenix Corcoran

FC: Ezra Miller

Bio:

Come together right now over me

River Corcoran hates Ohio with a passion and Lima fuels that hate every morning that he wakes up. He hates that he stands in a crowd with his long black hair and style of dress. He hates that Greasers mistake his passiveness for weakness and locks him trashbins so oftem the when he doesn’t come to class the janitors search the trash bins until they figure out which one he’s in. He is constantly reassured by his mother that everyone is just jealous of his beauty and talents. River has a hard time believing that seeing as no one has ever heard him sing outside of her and an awkward encounter with Mr. Schue when he first transferred to McKinley. 

His mother, Shelby Corcoran, was coach at Carmel High for Vocal Adrenaline before moving to Lima to be with Police Captain husband. River has no idea who is father is and he suspects his mother has no idea either. River gives his step father “heart pain” with his flamboyant behavior and  hippie persona. But since he’s a member of Gof Squad he over looks River being a crushing disappointment.

Got to be good looking cause he’s so hard to see. 

While River is unsure if Rachel is aware he’s her brother the knowledge is enough for him to try his hardest to avoid her. River doesn’t call Shelby momat school so it’s easy for him to keep his home and school life separate.

He has a strong hate for the Greasers for no reason other than the fact that they torture him. River would love to see them all wiped off the planet for good. He plots horrible things in his notebook and envisions burning the southside down. The only thing that stops him is that his allowance isn’t enough for him to buy that much gasoline. 

AGE/BIRTHDAY: 16/ Jan. 1

GRADE/OCCUPATION: Junior

SHIPS: chemistry

ANTI-SHIPS: No Chemistry

HEADCANON:

Spends months at a time living off the land in order to reconnect with mother nature. 

Has never been in a fight but is trained in capoeria and several forms of martial arts

Talented singer but won’t join glee club because he wants to stay off Rachel’s radar the best he can

✘ QUESTIONNAIRE ANSWER IN CHARACTER:

So, a Greaser is dead, you looking to handle it your own way or leave it to the cops? (ANSWER IF GREASER)

A Greaser is dead and a couple of boys got jumped, do you feel bad your gang could be responsible? Not at all. We become one with the earth when we pass so my gang did him a favor.

If you could switch gangs, would you?

No. God no. Franny is enough psycho for me. 

Where do you see yourself in 5 years

Wherever Gaia takes me

TRAITS

(+) intelligent, charismatic, friendly

(-) competitive,  snobby, insulting

TWITTER:

@SunshineBoy: It was such a beautiful day then a greaser showed up

@SunshineBoy: Contrary to popular belief I’m not gay. So stop asking @kurthummel

@SunshineBoy: There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin, I just believe in love

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ACCEPTED → Kitty Wilde.

Welcome to Outsider Gleeks, Bri. It’ll be great to have you here with us; set up the account and send it in ASAP.

✘ OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME: Bri

AGE/TIMEZONE: 21, Eastern

ACTIVITY LEVEL: 7-8/10. I start classes again next week, but I’ll still be online plenty enough to keep any plots moving.

PREVIOUS ACCOUNTS: RFP

PASSCODE: Whiskey and cigs.

✘ IN CHARACTER

CHARACTER NAME: Katherine “Kitty” Elizabeth Wilde

AGE/BIRTHDAY: 16, July 11th.

GRADE/OCCUPATION: Junior in high school. (If you had a different age in mind for her, just let me know!)

SHIPS: Kitty/Chemistry, Sitty, Jitty, Kyder, Puckerwilde, Kitty/Happiness

ANTI-SHIPS: Kitty/Female, Kitty/Forced

BIOGRAPHY: Outspoken and snarky as they come, Kitty Wilde is not one to be messed with. From a young age, Kitty was taught that social standing was more important than anything. Her family was always very well off; and as an only child, Kitty got whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. She grew up in a religious household, and her faith has been something she’s always held near and dear to her. At least on the outside. There’s been plenty of times when she’s gone against what her religion is all about. She wants to appear as the “good girl” but more often than not, she’s the complete opposite.

Kitty always strives to be at the top of the hierarchy. She’s a soc, but she wants to be the best soc of them all. The one that all the boys want, and all the girls wish they could be. And to an extent, she is. But the one person standing in the way of what she wants, is the one person she models herself after: Quinn Fabray. It’s safe to say that Kitty idolizes the older girl. She embodies everything that Kitty wants to be and more. Which is why when Quinn steps down from that notorious throne at the top of the soc food chain, Kitty plans on taking over. It’s not an option; she has to.

Like any other soc, Kitty is always looking to start trouble with the greasers. It’s in her nature. It’s an age old rivalry, and Kitty jumps at any opportunity to remind those greasers who’s better. Sure, it gets tiresome after a while, but it’s what all soc’s do. And Kitty would always rather be in with the in-crowd than standing on the outside looking in.

✘ QUESTIONNAIRE

ANSWER IN CHARACTER:

A Greaser is dead and a couple of boys got jumped, do you feel bad your gang could be responsible? What kind of question is this? First thing’s first, the greasers were probably asking for it. They always do. And secondly, I’m not responsible for anyone else’s actions but my own. I didn’t jump anyone. So no, I don’t feel bad.

If you could switch gangs, would you? Even just the thought of that makes me want to barf. Although I’d look hot as all heck clad in leather, I wouldn’t be caught dead switching gangs and chumming it up with all the losers of Lima. The big man upstairs has his plan for everyone, and mine was to be—always—a soc.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Preferably somewhere far, far away from Lima and all the hair-greased, leather wearing, losers that come with it. Perhaps I’ll grace LA with my presence and finally be around people who are just like me: beautiful, successful, and ready to stomp on anyone who gets in their way.

TWITTER:

@wildkitty: When I can smell your hair grease from three classrooms over, it’s a little much.

@wildkitty: My #WCW this week and every week goes to myself, the most fabulous woman I know.

@wildkitty: Tighten up those high-ponies ladies, practice at 6 AM.

PARA SAMPLE: 

Since moving to New York, Brittany had been nothing but busy. Her new school had taken up most of her time, though she wasn’t complaining. She was loving everything about her new school, especially the part where she got to dance almost all day. It was a much better system than high school, that was for sure. It was no secret that school had never been on the top of Britt’s list of favorite things. Regular classes bored her and she always found herself daydreaming as opposed to actually paying attention to the teacher… hence her bad grades and the fact that she had to repeat her senior year.

On one of the few days that Britt actually wasn’t as busy, she found there was hardly anything to do at home. Especially when Quinn and Mercedes were out as well. When Puck had offered to hang out with her, there was no way she could refuse. She and Puck were never really close back in high school. They were friends, of course, but most of Brittany’s time back then was spent with Santana, or trying to get Lord Tubbington on the right track in his life. But even on the few occasions she and Puck did hang out, Brittany always had enjoyed his company.

After getting ready as quickly as she could, Britt grabbed her purse before heading out of her apartment. She could briefly remember the whereabouts of Puck, Sam, and Finn’s apartment, having been there once or twice before. But she kept her cell phone in her pocket just in case she got lost. It had happened before; the city was a big place. Luckily this time she didn’t, and finally she arrived at the correct apartment building. Brittany smiled with satisfaction as she made her way to the door, knocking gently on it a couple of times before taking a step back and waiting for Puck to come and open it.

The door opened and Brittany was relieved to see Puck on the other side of the threshold. There had been just a tiny bit of doubt that she had gone to the wrong place but seeing Puck caused the smile that was already on her face to widen. He looked almost just the same as she remembered. It was still a little bit surreal to Britt that high school was over and now she was in the big city. It was also odd to think that most of the people she was in glee club with were in New York as well, though it still wasn’t the same as before. When they were in high school, they could see each other every day. Now, it was a little harder to see everyone as often because their lives had become a lot busier than usual.

An amused laugh escaped the blonde’s lips at Puck’s comment. He may have been joking but Brittany assumed there was some truth to his statement. She could remember that Puck always had been a ladies man. “Sounds like you have some pretty awesome Saturday nights.” She teased, watching as he pushed off the door frame and opened his arms. Britt didn’t hesitate to hug him back, wrapping her arms around Puck’s torso and giving him a gentle squeeze. “It’s good to see you, too.” She said, pulling back from the hug so she could look up at him with a bright smile.

Britt considered Puck’s question for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. “I’ll come in.” She answered with a nod. “Don’t worry, I don’t watch football anyway. It’s kind of confusing to keep track of.” She took a few steps inside the apartment, glancing around briefly. It was empty inside, minus her and Puck, and Britt guessed that Sam and Finn were out. She figured that the two of them could hang out there for a little while until they decided if they wanted to go out and do something or not. “So, how have you been?” Brittany asked, turning back to glance at Puck again. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

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ACCEPTED → Sam Evans.

Welcome to Outsider Gleeks, Britt. It’ll be great to have you here with us; set up the account and send it in ASAP.

✘ OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME: Britt

AGE/TIMEZONE: 22/EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: 6-7/10; School starts soon as does work so that’ll be my priority but I should be on to get in the evening.

PREVIOUS ACCOUNTS: marleythesoc ;)

PASSCODE: whiskey and cigs

✘ IN CHARACTER

CHARACTER NAME: Samuel Christopher Evans

AGE/BIRTHDAY: 17/August 1st

GRADE/OCCUPATION: Junior/ Gas Station Attendant

SHIPS: Sam/Female, Sam/Chemistry, Sitty/Wildevans, Samchel

ANTI-SHIPS: Sam/Males, Sam/Forced

BIOGRAPHY:

Things had never been easy for Sam Evans. From a young age he had always had his struggles. He didn’t have many memories of his parents, and the ones that he had weren’t the greatest. He can remember strolling out of his room at night to his dad yelling and his mom crying in the living room. That was until the day his dad never returned from work. Things seemed to improve once his dad left- his mom was happier despite the financial struggle that came with being in a single household. Sam genuinely believed that things were going to get better, at least until Tyler came along. He was dark and mysterious and his mother fell hard and fast for the stranger. And her fate quickly followed that of his father’s. Sam woke up one morning to his siblings crying because they couldn’t find mommy while Sam found the note saying she was gone and would be back eventually. Though something told him that day would never come.  So at young age of thirteen Sam packed a few bags for him and his siblings, took the money, and set out for his uncle’s house in town.

That’s where Sam was immersed into the Greaser lifestyle. He felt obliged to do anything he could to help Darrel since he was so willing to take in Sam and his siblings. He started off as a mole, doing little tasks here and there until Darrel had him pushing drugs. It wasn’t how he had pictured his future at all, but it put food on the table and a roof over the heads of Stevie and Stacie and quite frankly, that’s all he cared about. He just wanted to make sure that they were happy and taken care of. Sam would go to the ends of the world for the two of them, protecting them fiercely. The hardest part for him was knowing that the very thing that was providing for his family was also putting them in danger.

Regardless this was Sam’s life and he readily accepted it because he had nothing else. The Greasers quickly became his second family and that meant that he gave them the same dedication and loyalty that he did to his true family. They were there for him through all the difficult times and they helped him work though all of his problems and issues, no one else. It didn’t take long for Sam to realize that family was a lot more than just blood and genes.

✘ QUESTIONNAIRE

ANSWER IN CHARACTER:

So, a Greaser is dead, you looking to handle it your own way or leave it to the cops? Oh, we’ll handle that shit. There is no way I’m going to let something happen to one of our own and leave to the scumbag, corrupted, Soc fuzz. No fucking way. I’ll take care of it, even if I’m on my own. 

If you could switch gangs, would you? Not at all. They’re my family. Once a Greaser, always a Greaser.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Hopefully not still bummin’ off of Darrel. I mean, I’m real appreciative of him taking me and the little ones in but I want to give them a real home. That’s what’s most important to me.

   TWITTER:

@greaserevans: if one more douchebag walks into the gas station and looks down on me, they’re gonna get their ass kicked.

@greaserevans: i’m sick of stacie running around screaming about this no direction band. #losers

@greaserevans: night shift. #bringiton

PARA SAMPLE: I don’t have a sample as Sam but here’s one as Jake? If that’s good…

Jake drove his old battered truck that he still had from high school down the familiar roads of Lima. He had just finished a long day of construction work in the blazing summer sun then stopped by Mike’s studio to brush up on some of his moves then teach a couple classes for some young dancers. That always brought a smile to his face, even if it was the only thing that did so anymore. Letting out a long yawn, Jake ran his calloused hand across his face feeling a little stubble that was poking out of his skin. He didn’t shave much anymore, or really take that good care of himself anymore. He had no reason to; no one to impress. Not that he really wanted to impress anyone anyways. The only person Jake Puckerman cared about anymore was his mother. That was it.

Pulling into her driveway, Jake climbed out of the truck only to be greeted by his mom at the front door with a kiss to the cheek. “Hey ma. What’s for dinner tonight?” He questioned as he walked into her house, the smell of fresh, homemade food filled his nose. Jake had dinner with his mom at least once a week. She was really all he had anymore and it was the same for her. After a nice meal complete with small talk, Jake helped her with the dishes and with a kiss to her cheek he was off to his apartment.

When he finally arrived to his ratty old apartment, he keyed in only to find his “girlfriend” lounging on the couch in nothing but some lace underwear and a shirt of his. He swore it was Marley for a split second until he closed his eyes and instead saw the petite blonde strutting towards him. “You look like you need to relax baby,” she cooed as she started pulling at his shirt. Jake simply groaned and nodded, knowing exactly what was on her mind as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards his bedroom. It might not be exactly who he wanted to be with but she was good enough to keep him satisfied for now. Playing the role he was used to, Jake smirked before pulling her on the bed for a night of fun. At least he had someone to keep his bed warm and his mind off of what he lost all those years ago.

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ACCEPTED → Mercedes Jones

Welcome to Outsider Gleeks, KM. It’ll be great to have you here with us; set up the account and send it in ASAP along with bio changes. 

OOC Information:

Name:

KM

Age: 

22 years of age

Time zone: 

PST

Activity Level: 

Right now I’m going to start my second job but it’s mostly through out the nights so I’ll be on during the day. I’m also a night owl so I’ll be on no matter what and lurking. I’m surrounded by my computer most of the time so my activity will be good enough.

Past RP Accounts: 

http://ciaocedesjones.tumblr.com, http://askmisscedesjones.tumblr.com

PassCode: 

whiskey and cigs

In-Character Information

Character Name: 

Mercedes Jones

Age & Birthday: 

18, October 25th

School Age and/or Job:

She is a Senior and pumps gas for a few dollars a week. She’ll be working for a job as a waitress. 

Ships: 

Mercedes/Happiness. 

Anti-Ships: 

Mercedes/Unhappiness.

Biography: 

As a child, Mercedes never really understood the hatred and the rivalry between two gangs that ruled her town in their own way. Growing up in the side of town ruled by smoke, leather jackets, ripped jeans and grease filled combs; the young girl seemed interested in that life. As soon as the small attitude change and her rebel persona slowly started to take place, her father would call upon it. The life she was planning to live was sin, her body wasn’t going to kept pure and her mind would be dark to where even he couldn’t safe her. She didn’t want to be known as the preacher’s daughter all her life. Living with a man who lost sense of control and had an unstable mind was something Mercedes didn’t want to be surrounded by. People thought at any moment he would go into a killing frenzy and instead of defending him, Mercedes let the comments flow, knowing he was capable of such chaos. So the streets is where she went. The streets were her home. And she would strue the streets with her black boots, ripped tights and a jacket to always cover herself in the cold nights. 

She was at least thankful to have a gang she trusted more than anything by her side. When booze was running low, they helped each other out by stealing containers or bottles out of their own parents cabinets. Mercedes was always dependable when it came to having a pack of smokes for her friends. Having fun was the only thing worth in her mind. Nothing but kicking back and not wanting to worry about the cold and inevitable disgrace her life would bring. Being 18 years old and a Senior in high school meant graduation was imminent and while she had a pretty good facade of not giving a damn about her future there was a uncertainty and worry in her heart.

Questionnaire:

Answer in character: 

So a Greaser is dead, you looking to handle it in your own way or leave it up to the cops?

Wait, hold up. A cop is going to worry about the death of a Greaser? The fuck? In the world we live in and the names we get called, and not to mention the death encounters we face but survive, seems like them cops would feel a sense of relief another one of us was cleared off their roster. The cops are here to protect and kiss the asses of every single damn Socs there is out here. They should be thanking us for making their lives interesting because it’s a damn disgrace the lives most of these citizens go through. But to leave it to a cop to get to the bottom of a death of one of my kind? No, we get shit done. Leave it up to a bunch of kids to do a corrupt white man’s job.

If you could change their place in social gangs, would you?

HA! Are all these questions stupid? Like come on. Leave my gang? You have me mistaken if you think I’m going to abandon my friends and be a part of a group that doesn’t even know the true meaning of alliance. I was born into this life, literally and for me to try and change myself and how I always have been is something disgraceful. So the Socs can have all their morning tea sessions, animal vests and new shoes; it aint for me. 

Where do you see yourself in five years? 

Having sex with Tom Hardy. There. That’s my answer. But fine, since this question isn’t as stupid as the last one, I’ll answer it. I see myself in California in five years. I like the warmer weather to be honest and not to mention all the celebrities. Who knows where I’ll be. I like to live in the now. Looking into the future and expecting something to happen when life has other plans can really bum a person out. Just saying.

THE VOICE

@pixijones: Charlie Hunnam get in my bed. The things I would do to that man. #unf

@pixijones: I’m more woman than your wife you thirsty Socs. I’d give you a taste of chocolate, but you aint ready. 

@pixijones: My boots are getting pretty damaged. Oh god, do I have to quit cold turkey for a week to get new ones? 

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ACCEPTED → Jordyn Makena Harper.

Welcome to Outsider Gleeks, Lexie. It’ll be great to have you here with us; set up the account and send it in ASAP along with bio changes. 

OC Information:

Name:

Lexi

Age: 

22

Time zone:

EST

Activity Level: 

I have two jobs, and the hours for both are really sporadic and unreliable. So sometimes I’ll disappear at night, or in the middle of the day, and I often get dragged out by people I know, so sometimes I randomly vanish for those reasons as well.

Past RP Accounts: 

REMOVED FOR PRIVACY

PassCode: 

Whiskey and Cigs

In-Character Information

Character Name: 

 Jordyn Makena Harper (FC: Leigh-Anne Pinnock)

Age & Birthday: 

15, April 8

School Age and/or Job:

Sophomore, unemployed

Ships: 

Jordyn/Chemistry, Jordyn/Males. 

Anti-Ships: 

Jordyn/Forced,  Jordyn/Females