Welcome to Northshore

Monday: PJ Day- You get to dress in your most comfortable pjs you own but keep in mind they have to be school appropriate. 

Tuesday: Early 90’s T.V./Film Day- Dress up as your favorite fictional character from the 90s and the best costume even wins a top prize.

Wednesday: Superhero/Villain Day- Go as your favorite Superhero or Villain for the day. 

Thursday: Twin Day- Dress up with your best friend in matching outfits for the day. 

Friday: School Colors- Show your school pride by dressing up in school colors. It is also a tradition at North Shore for the football team members to give their second jersey to someone special for good luck so they can win the big game.

The running for Student Council

A week long event of your characters campaigning if they wish to run, a poll will be posted for ALL characters to vote!

Fall Sports Try-Outs

Not an actual event we will be running, but jocks and those trying out for fall sports will be surely busy! Feel free to incorporate this into your characters’ lives!

Homecoming

A huge deal at North Shore for those in the upper ranks of the social hierarchy. Anyone who is anyone will be stressing over dates and attire. It’s seen as a time to establish what were just summer flings and what will continue into the school year. If you are trying to be someone this year, you’ll want to grab someone who makes you look good. Everyone is watching.

And don’t forget that we are having our charas time-jump to the first day of school on August 21st! Feel free to let us know if you have any questions!

Please vote! I will create another poll for a starting date if we decide to jump to the beginning of the school year. (BTW if we time jump, we will probably just pretend September seems long af so we can catch the RP up to real time hehe.)

rafael-fucking-valdez:

He thought about ripping a hole through the back of the tent to get away. But when he heard Isabelle try and take the blame, he rolled his eyes. He would have to get out and speak up, but his stomach was killing him. Why did he drink that much? Puking was suddenly all he could think about. Oh no. It wasn’t just a thought. It was happening. He didn’t even hear his name, he unzipped the tent, stumbling out in his boxers and puking a few steps away from the tent.

“I- uh..” He stood up, wiping his mouth and feeling SO much better. “Good morning sir. Lovely morning… isn’t it?” He looked to Isabelle.

“Sir, I don’t think that in his current state –” she began, but then suddenly he appeared from the tent, cutting her off. She took a step back instinctively as he vomited, eyes moving away. Ew. When she turned back to Levay, her look was one of I-told-you-so. “Kids these days,” she said, shrugging, laughing, placing a hand awkwardly on Raf’s shoulder. “See, Mr L, they can’t handle the great outdoors. They become sick. I mean, what did you think I was doing in his tent? Making sure he didn’t do that.”

“Oh my heavens!” He took a step back before remembering he was in charge of these fuckers. “I-uh. Oh wowzers. Ok. Ra- Rafael. Go lay down.. in your own tent, son. God.” he covered his nose, “Isabelle. Thank you for being such a model student. Students will marvel at your good deed. You are in fact, helping out..” He stepped in to whisper, “-troubled kids.” He checked them off, “But you re not his mother. I am sure that he will be able to take care of himself.” He knew a hangover when he saw one. He looked them both up and down, walking off to the next tent.

The sweat on the back of Ryder’s neck was building and the smile which Ryder wore faltered for a moment. “Would I ever lie to you Mr. Levay?” He smiled at the man, his pulse increasing with ever word which fell from Levay’s lips. “Wait? Do you not believe me?” Ryder raised an eyebrow, his smile fading. He was desperate, he couldn’t let him go near the tent. It would break Maddie’s heart and Logan would beat the shit out of him, never mind Alaska being a burnout. This whole moment could ruin the rest of his time at school. “I would never lie to you.” 

Had he crossed a line? He stepped to pull the tent flap when his stomach flipped. Ryder would never lie to him. He cleared his throat, licking his lips in a nervous thought. The jocks were his friends, they stopped by his office after school and shared laughs! They always told him his adventure hat looked snazzy! They even used the word snazzy! “Ryder, I’m so sorry. My most deep and sincere apologies.. I will mark you down as accounted for and head to your assigned tent to check on Alaska. I will also see what I can do about those pesky Elders! Am I right!” he punched his arm awkwardly, “I’ll see you at breakfast, bro-bean! Let’s cast some lines later!”

rafael-fucking-valdez:

Raf’s head jerked up, drool still on his face as he tried to process what Isabelle had just whispered about. He blinked a few times, taking it that it was daylight. He flipped over, Isabelle gone and now speaking. “Oh, fuck!” he mouthed, feeling around for his shirt that was gone (because he had taken it). He heard the noise growing closer, and that was when it hit him, just how hungover he was. He rubbed a hand over his mouth, his stomach aching. He needed to puke. This wouldn’t end well. He needed Levay to get the hell outta here.

She’d actually thought, for a second, they’d gotten away with it. But then Raf had to be a fucking idiot and screw it up. Her facade fell only slightly as she turned back towards the tent. She coul practically feel her mind whizzing, throbbing. What should she say? “I need to be honest with you, Mr Levay. This isn’t my tent. I’m actually staying at the Badger’s – which, by the way, have you checked out the vegetation around? Really, it’s… great. Very diverse. But I digress; I just… love nature. – So, like, this morning, I was out for a walk when I heard someone, uh, shouting. In pain. And it came from this tent, right? So I went in and it turns out it was Rafael Valdez. You know him, probably. Real drama queen. Don’t tell him I said that, though – he’s very sensitive. So then I went in and used my scientific knowledge to find that he had a fever. That’s why there was more than one person in the tent; I broke the rules to help him. And I’m very, very sorry. But all thanks to science, you don’t need to worry, sir, I totally handled it,” she said, confidently. 

He watched her, nodding along like he bought it. For a second, he looked at her with concern, what a caring and thoughtful girl. That was what all students at North Shore would do! That was what him and his staff had thought them! A caring crowd! Until she said his name. “Mhm.” His face turning from concern to totally over it. He knew Raf too well, knew his type and his games. “Ms. O’Grady, I can not believe you let such a- a” How could a girl like her fall for that type of “Doofus! What bologna! Is the trouble maker still in there? Mr. Valdez-” He heard the tent unzip again, glaring down as he waited for the rule breaker.

“Very delightful. I think I might go for a run after breakfast, burn off some calories.” He laughed again, crossing his arms over as he watched the teacher pull out his notepad, Ryder’s eyes widening momentarily. “Ah, yes.” Ryder laughed shaking his head. “I’m allergic to elder-flowers and guess what, there are a bunch right near my tent and it was too late to move my tent by the time I realised, you know, so Alaska let me use her tent. She’s in mine.” Elder fucking flowers? Was that really the best excuse he could come up with? He just hoped Alaska did wake up within the next five minutes, not only would Levay know, but he’d officially have been caught as cheat. He couldn’t have that. 

{ @bullshitalaska· }

Levay always favored the jocks, hoping to be well liked by them. He smiled at the delightful conversation, like two pals, but reminded himself to be stern. “Elder flowers.” He repeated, not buying it for a second, his heart hurt from hearing Ryder’s lies. “So. If I am to.. take a look.. in this tent? I’ll find no other student? None of your peers are in that tent, Ryder Walker?”

camicrawford:

Camila woke up wanting to have a cigarette. The girl sat up and fished Raf’s shirt from the ground, throwing it on and grabbing her pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the jacket she was wearing when she first came over. The blonde reached out to unzip the door of the tent when she heard Levay’s voice. “Fuck!” she mumbled. Quickly, she went back to her spot and shook the boy next to her. “Raf! Wake up! Levay’s here!” The girl said alarmed, not knowing what to do now.

@rafael-fucking-valdez

Raf’s eyes flickered open. “Wh-” He blinked until he saw her clearly, sitting up with a hand on her arm, “Fuck.” Not again, damn it. “Sh. Stay here. Don’t move.” He kissed her forehead quickly with a brow wiggle before he saw she had his shirt so he decided he would have to go without. He climbed out awkwardly, his slight stiffy noticeable, “Hey! My broski, Levay! Morning sir, what can I do ya’ for?” He stood, blocking the entrance to his tent.

“Mr. Valdez! Good morning to you to, my broski!” He cleared his throat at how awkward it sounded when he said it. He had made note to inspect Rafael’s tent after his last run in. He knew why Rafael was being so pleasant, it meant he was hiding something. “Well, my broski, i’m afraid I’m here to not only check in on my pal” he awkwardly bumped his fist on Raf’s naked chest, “but, i’m here to also take a quick peek at your tent.” Raf had begun to explain, but he knew the boy. He had to act fast or else Rafael would get in his head. Plus, there was a 99.9% chance someone was in his tent. So he stepped around Raf and opened the flap, gasping at the face he saw, “Oh my-” He cleared his throat, “Camila Crawford.” He sighed, “Jesus H Christ..” He tried to not show his disgust in them, “Please, by all means, step out. Enjoy the fresh, morning air with Mr. Valdez here.” He stood back, waiting with flushed cheeks.

Ryder woke suddenly to the noise of the banging pots. His head was pounding, how much had he drank last night? There was someone next to him, he must have fallen asleep in Maddie’s tent. He rolled over to look at the girl, but to his surprise it wasn’t Maddie, it was Alaska. “Ah shit.” He muttered, the girl wasn’t awake. Pulling on his top, he gathered his stuff and made his way out of the tent, hoping none of the other students were up. “Hey Mr. Levay. Nice morning right?” Ryder smiled, trying to distract the man from the fact he didn’t belong to this tent. “I’m just gonna walk straight down to breakfast, don’t wanna be late.” He laughed awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

{ @bullshitalaska· }

“Mr. Walker! Yes! Delightful, simply delightful! Perfect day for some fishing! It took him to get the pots under each arm and his pocket notepad from his pocket. He looked back and forth from the boy to the tent, “This-” He tilted his head at his diagram he had drawn, “can’t be right. It says here, that this is Ms. Ramos’ tent?” He narrowed his eyes at him, waiting to hear what Ryder would come up with.

What the fuck was that? – Isabelle’s head shot up. This was most definitely not her tent. Fumbling round haphazardly for something to wear, she slipped on a too-big t-shirt and some rainboots. “Get up and shut up,” she hissed, before leaving through the tent door. “Morning, Mr Levay! I’m so glad someone’s as excited as me about this trip. Isn’t it, like, so nice out today? In fact, this is the perfect temperature for a morning run. Wouldn’t you say so?”

Levay smiled brightly as the girl stumbled out, only eyeing the t-shirt for a moment, what did he know about women’s sleepwear? “Ah! Isabelle O’Grady! Lovely morning, indeed! I’m glad to see you so chipper, a morning run would pair beautifully with the healthy breakfast being-” He narrowed his eyes as he saw the tent move, looking back to her for a moment, “What’s this? Now, Isabelle.” He shook his head, “It looks to me that you have, one, a wild animal stashed away in your tent, or two, a.. guest. And I know you would not break the one-soul-per-tent rule.. Would you?” He looked at her to explain as he took a few steps.

“What the fuck Levay? Can you knock it the fuck off with the pots?” Jasey shouted out to her teacher as she got out from her tent. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she quickly put on a jacket and her shoes. “Nobody was in my tent, so there’s nothing for you to worry about. Jesus, what are you doing at Coyote Creek anyways? Did you want to check on your favorite student and make sure she wasn’t misbehaving?” She raised a brow to him.

Levay stood straight up, eyes in disbelief at the girl’s language, “Well. Jasey. Good morning to you as well.” He held his head up high before he spoke, “I’m afraid i’m going to have to restrict you to only enjoying the mess hall today so you can think about your attitude and about when and where to use that sort of language. Profanity, is usually a mask for something deeper. Coming from a-” He tried to think of the appropriate word to use for her, “Charming girl such as yourself, i’m sure some reflection time would do you some good. You’ll have to miss out on the group bonding experience set up for this afternoon, as well.” He pulled the notepad from his pocket, writing a note to himself to report back, pots under his lanky arms, “Oh. And when we get back, we’ll see that the proper punishment is handed out so that this little mishap does not occur again.” He stepped around her, seeing that it was just her and her unlikeliness in the tent. “Little shit.” he whispered to only himself. 

“Good morning!” He shouted at the next tent.

“If you’re my morning rooster and I’m your little spring chicken, does that make you my daddy?” The sleep deprived girl’s eyes widened when she realized what she said and what it could mean, quickly covering her mouth. “I-I didn’t-… I-I meant… I-I’m so sorry, Mr. Levay!” Holly stammered, becoming flustered. Someone kill her now.

Levay cleared his throat, “Oh my.” He quickly peered into her tent behind her, seeing that his first check turned out less.. filthy than expected. Besides her mouth. “Well. I trust you’ll head to the mess hall and get some eggs and.. sausage.” He quickly stepped around her, banging his pots to the next tent.

What the fuck? Holly opened her eyes, blinking as she heard the banging of pots and Levay’s voice. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she stood up and put her pants, a jacket, and her boots on. Unzipping her tent, she walked out, rubbing her temple. “No one slept in my tent except for me, Mr. Levay, if that’s what you’re thinking. And please stop banging those pots.” Holly’s voice was a little bit groggy as she let out a yawn. She had only been asleep for probably twenty minutes when the chaperone woke her up.

“Ms. Benson! Hello! What a delight!” He held the pots to his body, almost bowing to her, “Oh, what?! No! No, nonsense! Just wanted to have make sure the day was not wasted! Think of me as your morning rooster! Crowing and cawking for exploration!”