GOOD ROCKIN TONIGHT | SITEWIDE PROM AU

[Gray]

tracking for the time being, I'll reply tomorrow

[finny.]

tracking for the time being, I'll reply tomorrow

[parks.]

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tracking for the time being, I'll reply tomorrow

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[Beatles.]

track on main so i don’t forget

[dame]

[quote author=Hootowls link=topic=18095.msg429570#msg429570 date=1531371259]
track on main so i don’t forget

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[Devilad]

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CALEB NORWOOD ✦◦

❝ [b]IT'S A BEAUTIFUL WORLD. CAN YOU SEE IT ANYMORE? [i]RUNNING WITH YOUR EYES C L O S E D. LOOKING FOR THE WORDS "I'M SURE". DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S ALL FOR. AFRAID TO WATCH IT ALL UNFOLD. U N F O L D. ❞[color=#000]「 [abbr=AGENDER ( ANY PRONOUNS ) ⋅ EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD; TWELTH GRADE ⋅ BORN ON DECEMBER TWENTY-FIRST; IN HAWAII, UNITED STATES ⋅ HUMAN ⋅ ENFP ⋅ CHAOTIC GOOD ⋅ SANGUINE ⋅ ENTHUSIAST & PEACEMAKER]ABOUT[/abbr] ⋅ [abbr=HIGH SCHOOL / PROM]VERSE[/abbr] ⋅ GIVE 'EM A TWIRL & WHIRL: 001 」

[div style="width: 432px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]　　　Good God, did it felt like it went by forever, but what should've mattered now was, at last, the day fell to what could be one of Caleb Norwood's most exciting memories so far. Given the fact his time at high school was approaching to its end soon, he expected tonight's event as a kind of moment he wouldn't ever forget. It was easily known the senior had no taste in formality, despite his words towards strangers and loved ones were often coated in still honey geniality. His teeth were not crafted to be like stings, but, instead, to smile as to embrace for what it was with endurance. Spilled milk and offered sheets of silk, Caleb believed he'd had his shining smiles and loving laughters at the end of the night, regardless of the prom's theme.

　　　So, there, roses bloomed before Caleb's sight the moment he entered the venue; a place full of decisions one could take, and, perhaps, learn from. Fairy lights hung at the walls like stars; shimmering, as it carried such a wonder for the eager eyes, like his own ( later on, he'd had to ask who brought up the idea of decorating them—they were splendid ). He noticed dishes were served for students and teachers on plastic records as plates, and chuckled at the cleverness that was put into part of the event. He had yet finished analyzing the area, but the prom would be over before he knew it! Therefore, Caleb allowed himself to descend and become free to this very moment. In a black suit and tie, with applied perfume, excitement rushed through mortal veins.

　　　❝ Allllrighty, ❞ chirped Caleb, heading towards one of the empty seats, ❝ let's get this shizzle started[b]! ❞[/b]

　　　One may say: prom? Party? What's the difference? To the celestial child, they were all just the same if they come with a sparkle of fun!

[Devilad]

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[MICHAEL.]

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No, Michael was never one to dress up, not even for the event he had "volunteered" to chaperone. The principals thinking was that if anyone could keep the kids in line, it would probably be Michael, the gym teacher/coach/assistant coach of sports galore. In truth, Michael had protested the idea, he rather enjoyed teaching, and didn't even mind hosting detention, but being in a room of teenagers with pent up emotions and that goddamn social hierarchy that had been half the reason he had joined the Marines as soon as he graduated high school.

Amusingly enough, it was this school he had gone to his entire youth, and it seemed almost funny that he was now here teaching the same entitled assholes that he used to go to class with every day. Sure they were different people, but the mentality was all the same. Shrugging, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He wore a plain white shirt, he'd greased his hair back '50s style, and was wearing comfortable jeans. This was about the most dressed up he'd ever be.

His eyes roved through the crowd, watching for any sign of misbehavior.

[babyface]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 500px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 125%; text-align:justify;"]There were a lot of stigmas surrounds high school prom. Girls dressed in the skimpiest, most expensive dresses they could find, drinking, smoking, loss of virginity, how this was going to be the best night of high school experience, and other various rumors that had been passed down from person to person. The venue was night -- very nice, in fact. It seemed the extra twenty bucks was spent well enough, even if there was a fuss about how last year the students didn't pay that much. There was a clear enough retro theme, as well as food that looked actually pretty good. So far, there were no crazy antics by students (drunk or sober), however the night was still young.

Alyosha was already nervous about this. She was still used to getting made fun of, for being an immigrant or looking different or having trouble with English. Since she joined the varsity rugby team and proved she was a strong player, the insults and teases eased up -- however not enough. There were still stares and whispers behind her back, even if she pretended it didn't bother her. Still, she knew it would not only be social suicide not showing up, but it would also be a good way to prove she really didn't care what others thought. She could have fun if she wanted to. It was the lesser of two evils, and she was going to have to stick by her decision. She spent enough money on the ticket and wasn't about to waste it.

The Russian cracked her neck and sucked in a deep breath before handing the volunteer chaperone her ticket and was ushered inside. She was dressed in a well-tailored burgundy suit, complete with a waistcoat, spotted tie, and pocket square. Her bleached white hair was styled upward (as it usually was), however looked much neater than her go-to messy bun she hastily put it in before rushing to school. She didn't really bother with makeup, as it was more of a hassle and wasn't worth the effort in the end. She didn't really seemed all that anxious outwardly, however on the inside she was kind of freaking out a little.

Lyosha looked over the growing crowd of people - a lot of people seemed to have branched off into smaller groups, however there were still plenty of others sitting by themselves. She picked Caleb out of the crowd, who seemed way more enthusiastic than she was, so she wandered over. "I'm kind of surprised you didn't help set this up. It looks great." Her tone was friendly, even if it did sound a little force. She wasn't great at socializing, but she had definitely seen Caleb around and his reputation preceded him. In his case, he was lucky his reputation wasn't on the bad side, but was the complete opposite. He seemed approachable and felt like he wouldn't brush her off. She hoped.

[spoiler=tags — 07/13/18]( NAME. ) Aleksei Mikhailovich Vasiliev | & | Aleksei - Defender | Mikhailovich - Patryonimic after her father's name, Mikhail | Vasiliev - Royal
( NICKNAMES. ) Alyosha (diminutive form of given name) | Lyosha (alternate diminutive)

( GENDER. ) Transgender female, using she/her pronouns
( SEXUALITY. ) Lesbian
( AGE. ) 18 years. May 17th. Taurus.

             

( APPEARANCE. ) 6'1" - 6'2" | 185lbs - 195lbs
Alyosha's appearance usually warrants a few looks from passersby. She's absolutely massive, built like a brick house. She's muscular and very tall, towering over a lot of people at over six feet tall. She also has vitiligo, meaning she has patches of discolored skin, most notably on her face, elbows, hands, shoulders, and knees. Coming from both African and Caucasian decent, her skin is a medium brown with stark pale patches. Her hair is bleached white because she lost pigment in parts of her hair due to her skin condition and decided to just bleach it all. Her eyes are a murky grayish brown, typically stony and masking her emotions. She has a slight underbite, and isn't conventionally attractive, but still has a certain charm.

( REFERENCES. ) Here & Here (traditional alien form - doesn't actually have four arms and eyes in this au)


             

( PERSONALITY. ) On the surface level, Alyosha comes across as having a very lackluster personality. She seems to have a very bland, aloof demeanor. This is partly because she is a very private person and doesn't feel the need to share what she's thinking or feeling with people who aren't close. She's in her own mind a lot, dealing with things internally and without asking for help or assurance. She does this because she's used to being shut down by her peers for being different, as an immigrant and having an unconventional look. She won't admit to her previous experiences impacting her that much, even if at a subconscious level she knows.

However, once you get to know Lyosha you'll see she's a much more complex individual than she appears outwardly. She's really charming and caring and is consistently there for her friends to a fault. She willingly puts her needs behind her to make sure the ones she's close with about are well cared for. Building on that, she has a deep inward sense of shame and displeasure in her overall character. She feels like she's too different and doesn't easily blend with the crowd and, while it isn't her fault, she feels bad for being the way she is. She tries to make up for this by trying to please everyone.

Due to her inner insecurities, Alyosha has a tendency to internalize her issues and instead turn to being creative to deal with the negative thoughts that won't stop. She creates worlds around her and daydreams constantly, being of a creative mind and spirit. Her imagination is her only escape from the troubles that plague her, seeing as she doesn't want to 'burden' her friends with her negativity. This occasionally backfires, as she puts her problems in boxes and doesn't return to them until they build up and up and eventually erupt in fits of mania or depression.

Alyosha really just wants to be loved and accepted. She's a hopeless romantic, believing in true love and wanting to find it. She wants a simple life with a wife and no worries, even if she fears she'll never have that. She gets easily flustered around women she finds to be attractive or have strong personalities. She also struggles with internalized homophobia, adding on to her feelings of guilt towards herself.

( TV TROPES. ) Blood Knight | Genius Bruiser | Action Girl | Desperately Looking for a Purpose in Life
( ALIGNMENT. ) Chaotic good.

             

( INTERACTION. ) 8/10 physical difficulty | 5/10 psychological difficulty | 4/10 short term recovery
Alyosha knows she's strong and uses it to her advantage. While she doesn't like conflict- especially when it escalates to physical confrontation- she will fight if necessary. She'll try to resolve conflict with peaceful efforts before she resorts to violence. She's slower than most, due to her size, but what she lacks in speed she makes up for in strength.

Friendly and nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, however might not be responded to well.

Attack in bold #0D8EFF or similar. Mention this account for quick responses.

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[WANDERER]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]REMINDER BEFORE I GET TO THE GOOD STUFF: I'm not sure how active this thread will get, but since it's open to everyone, I wanted to put a reminder here to be as inclusive as possible. If you see a character that isn't getting interacted with, have yours stumble into them somehow! Maybe literally if that works best lmfao.
— This is open to EVERYONE, feel free to jump in! No need to ask! There's a registry HERE just to keep track of relationships and popularity, but it's completely optional!

SHORT THING ABOUT THE LOCATION:
A rented venue similar to THIS. Where the photo cuts off to the right would be an area dedicated to dancing, with a jukebox to request songs, with the selection consisting of hits from the 50s. You're free to add your own elements to this setting, since this AU is collaborative!
— Fairy lights on the walls & food being served on plastic records as plates!

The announcement on the intercom that morning had said two important things: don't forget your tickets, as they won't be sold at the door, and please remember to be courteous to our hosts. The venue was expensive, and property damage will ruin the experience for future prom-goers. They said it as if the seniors gave a shit about anything that would take place in these walls after graduation, and perhaps some of them did. Or perhaps everyone was just quietly bitter about tickets costing almost twenty dollars more than in the years past, even though they were promised the venue was worth it. Even with complaints, the whole school had been buzzing. Nails, dresses, suits, I don't know how to do a tie, would clip on be acceptable? No, they were not. Did you buy the corsage? I'm doing it after school. What time are you picking me up? Five or six. Do we want to go out for dinner? This was supposed to be planned weeks ago! Val is delighted that he doesn't have an official date tonight.

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Unlike most of Val's friends, he hadn't actually been looking forward to tonight for his entire life. Maybe it was just because he'd grown up quiet — his dad was a doctor, his mother had died during childbirth. For most of his life, he'd hardly had more than two or three friends, which was more than enough, but not... Popular, by any standards. Things got better in high school, which isn't something that everyone can say. His best friend got popular — real popular, like student council and speeches popular, like cords at graduation and college scholarships popular, but also being stressed to the point of vomiting and crying on his shoulder. That sort of popular. And Val? Well, he sort of rode along on her coattails. He was the straight-A student teacher's pet who was actually easy to talk to when you tried, but more importantly, he was her friend.

The best part about high school, though? It's probably getting along with Butch at least half the time. If anyone knew them throughout middle school, it'd be one hell of a surprise to see Val right now. He matches the theme with unsurprising ease, golden hair styled both neatly and haphazardly, leather jacket over his shoulders. It's not his and it still smells like pomade and shampoo and mint — not a bad combination, but one that has him somewhat moody nonetheless. Sitting on the table, his feet kicking a little, none of that seemed to show as he waits for the room to fill up. His friend had dragged him in a little earlier, but he can't say it's all that awful. People-watching was a valid pastime, right?