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I generally like anything but not love triangles, I hate those :( I really enjoy either realistic or supernatural
I know the feeling. It's complicated to do in an rp anywayYay I like those genres too
Ok give me a sec I'll think of something
A high school girl is an orphan with a little brother, and they have been working as servants for an old, wealthy couple to avoid being forced into foster care. The couple dies, and the siblings find a new job in a wealthy house, which just so happens to belong to the most popular guy in the school. Girl and Guy hate each other because he bullied her in middle school. But, when she works as a maid in his house, she discovers he's not as bad as she thought and they end up falling in love.We can throw in some twists and stuff along the way (like the guy has parents who don't want them to be together; the girl finds out that her parents are alive; etc). Do you like it?
Really? Awesome! I'd prefer to be the girl, but I'd be fine with the guy too. Depends on you
I'd actually really like to be the guy in this one :)
Ooh that's perfect :)I'm gonna make my character now
Name: Aelie SkylarAge: 17
Appearance:
Personality:
She's intelligent and extremely hardworking. She's selfless to the point where she would sacrifice every last crumb that she has if that would mean that her little brother wouldn't go hungry. Her circumstances has made her heart hard, but her strong-willed character has allowed her and her brother to avoid foster care.
Family:
Her parents - died in a tragic accident, but used to be quite wealthy
Her little brother - Max Skylar. He's withdrawn, shy, and doesn't say much. But, he truly loves her little sister and longs for the old days, when his family was still together and happy. Like his sister, his character has hardened over the years. Inside, though, he's still her little brother.
History:
She had a happy childhood when her parents were still alive, but that all changed in 5th grade. Her parents died in a car crash one day. She had taken charge of her own situation by running away with her brother to a family friend's house. She started working as a maid in their house, and she managed to stay in school.
In middle school, while she was still working secretly as a maid, her tattered clothing and quiet persona made her a target for bullies. The inner turmoil she suffered from the torments of her classmates, led by the most popular guy in the school, was tremendous. But, she persevered in her studies and in her work.
Name: Matthew Marcus Age: 18
Appearance: http://www.lovethispic.com/uploaded_i...
Personality:
Matthew is quite a cold and emotionless person, he likes to be the one in control of situations and also people. He likes the fact that he is rich and has money, he uses that to his advantage. He can sometimes be too abrupt or too cruel when is annoyed with someone or just generally trying to prove something. Though he is cold he can get hurt and can get upset, though he tries his best to show that he's not weak or fragile.
History:
His mother and father were never really around, but whenever they were they didn't really show him much love. Instead they just pushed him to be something and expected him to behave in a certain way because of their riches.
Because of his parents he behaved badly, he tried to get their attention as a kid, and that was done by bullying. He would bully people and he never really bothered much to remember their faces.
When Matthew was eight his little sister Mika was born, and as she grew Matthew realised that she was an old soul stuck in a young body. He loved her, and loves her to this day dearly.
Family:
Mother- Kayley Matthews - 40 years old
Father- Jason Matthews - 45 years old
Sister - Mika Matthews - 10 years old
((I'll start))Aelie could not bear it anymore, this endless droning about stupid stuff like the factors of x or the equation of the parabola. After all, how could algebra ever help her do the laundry that needed doing or scrub the sheets that needed scrubbing? She stared at the window, at the dreary gray skies that seemed full of tears, and she worried--as usual. Her boss Mrs. Linch had a bad day yesterday. Aelie heard her coughing up her lungs in the bedroom right next door to the king-sized bathroom that she was scrubbing down. The 80-year old Mrs. Linch had a plethora of health problems ranging from arthritic fingers to phlegm-filled lungs, but lately Aelie had the feeling that her body was getting progressively worse.
Her stomach churned at the thought of the cold and miserable outside. But this was her life. As her classmates fretted about the identity of x or the latest gossip about Matthew Marcus's latest girlfriend, Aelie worried about whether there would be another meal on the table for her brother.
"Aelie Skylar." The algebra teacher Ms. Whetty called out in her raspy, old voice. "What was your answer to this problem?"
Aelie was used to this. Teacher called on her all the time when she wasn't paying attention, as if personally offended that she found their lessons boring and useless. She squinted at the board, which displayed a simple quadratic equation she could do in her sleep. Quickly, she did some mental math and replied, "Positive and negative square roots of 6."
Ms. Whetty looked suspiciously at her and the students who sat around her, as if they would ever try and help her out. She was pretty sure they would rather watch her dangle off a cliff than sacrifice their own reputations by helping her.
Aelie couldn't resist the little smirk on her face as Ms. Whetty turned reluctantly to the board.
((I'm sorry I'll have to edit this later, something urgent came up))
((Don't worry about it, hope it's nothing serious ))
((No problem)) Matthew hadn't bothered to rush this morning, he didn't really care about being persistent or on time. His schedule was what he wanted and what Matthew wanted Matthew got, not even the principle in the school could warn him off or give him some sort of punishment. The teachers at the school were even afraid of him and his family because of the fact that they had money, what a bunch of crap.
As Matthew walked through the halls, hands in his pockets and his head held high he noticed that the halls were dead silent. All the students were in class and he knew that some were hiding somewhere to get away from going to their worst classes. Matthew was usually one of those students, but this time he thought he might as well make an effort, he had showed up late, the least he could do was attend.
He finally found his class, Math with Ms Whetty. God, not her. She kissed Matthews ass so much that he just couldn't stand it. He opened the door and stood by it, just observing the class before he said anything or got noticed by anyone. He had walked in as Ms Whetty was questioning a girl that never really spoke on an equation. He couldn't help but smirk slightly as the girl answered Ms Whetty's equation with such ease.
Matthew let out a slight cough and suddenly the class turned around, and so did Ms Whetty.
"So sorry I'm terribly late, Ms Whetty", he said calmly and casually, holding his books to the side and having one hand in his pocket as he leaned against the door.
Aelie couldn't help but roll her eyes when the latecomer waltzed into the classroom. That's right: waltzed. That's what all rich kids did, waltzing around in the world with no worries about their livelihoods and no troubles in life except what to wear in the morning and what to text their boyfriends and girlfriends. Matthew Marcus, king of the school, was the epitome of the rich kids. His deep voice made Aelie want to barf.Of course, she was the odd girl out in that respect. She could practically hear the girls in the room sighing at the sight of their beloved king and telepathically screaming to their friends that he was oh-so-hawt and is he still dating Jane Lovey because he's mine. Aelie honestly couldn't see what was so appealing about him. Sure, he had that smile that made groupies seem to love television actors so much; and sure, he had that always-tousled hair that seemed perfectly messy--not in the way of a homeless hobo but of a guy who had just rolled fresh out of bed.
But none of them could see behind that shiny exterior. None of them expect Aelie could see that there was an evil lurking underneath the skin, waiting to lash out at the nearest person who dared to threaten his reign over the school.
She had once been one of those people. Look where it got her.
Unfortunately, Matthew's seat was right next to her, so she had to suffer the smell of his freshly-washed and cologne-minted skin for an agonizing forty minutes. She hadn't taken a shower in three days. She hoped her smell could torture him in return.
She was pretty sure that Matthew Marcus had already forgotten their past, their times in middle school when he and his band of fangirls and fanguys left notes in her locker and hid her clothes during gym so that she had to walk around school all day smelling like body odor. He could afford to forget about that stuff. His life picked up right after middle school without a single scab, but hers had completely shattered and scarred, never to be healed again.
She hoped her hate was palpable in the three feet between them.
Matthew saw the girls sighing slightly. Oh he knew what he was to the school, the girls wanted to do him and the boys wanted to be him. As he walked past some students and saw them he definitely knew the effect that he had on girls, most girls anyway. He would understand why some girls wouldn't like him. He finally got to his sit, which was next to the girl that was as quiet as a mouse. He didn't even know what her name was. Allison? Alexandra? Something with an A.
He usually didn't bring any pens or pencils or anything like that, he couldn't really be bothered to carry them about.
He looked over at the girl next to him and then asked," Hey, you got a pen or a pencil I could use?".
He stared blankly at the girl and didn't really notice her, instead he just looked directly into her eyes. Matthew could tell that this girl wasn't a fan of his, at all. He could tell just by how she didn't pay much attention to him and how she wasn't affected by him like most girls in school.
He kind of liked it. Yet he didn't truly understand it.
Aelie hoped the invisible daggers she was shooting through her eyes was piercing his skin. The nerve of him to ask her for a pencil. Out of all the other girls who would gladly sacrifice their hair if her asked for it, he had the gall to ask her.Aelie decided it would be immature of her to physically hurt him like she wanted to--after all, the last thing she needed was to be thrown into detention right after school, when her brother needed her to walk him back to the mansion.
Glaring at the jerk, she whispered back, "No."
"Aelie Skylar!" Ms. Whetty called from across the room. "I am growing tired of your constant interruptions. This is your last warning."
"But--" Aelie clamped her mouth before she could say something stupid. Ms. Whetty gave her one last glare before turning to the board, but Aelie's anger festered into something furious and dangerous.
She sat for twenty minutes with her arms folded tightly across her chest and her mind shooting darts into Ms. Whetty's back, her anger at Matthew intensifying by the second. Of course he would get away with asking her for a pencil, and of course she would be the one to take the blame. Finally, the bell rang, and she sprung up from her desk and jolted Matthew Marcus's desk on the way, knocking his books to the ground. She walked away without helping him pick them up. Served him right.
After two more excruciatingly boring classes, Aelie went to the cafeteria for lunch. Lunch was a morbid affair, in which all the classmates Aelie hated were reunited in one, big, smelly cafeteria. As usual, she sat at the table of nerds with a lone piece of white bread in her hands. She had no interest in their incessant talk about college or the latest Calculus exam, but at least they didn't shun her like the rest of her classmates did. Once in a while, one of them would try to socialize with her, but Aelie was always too shocked at the interaction to be of any interest to them.
Matthew couldn't help but laugh at the girls feisty behaviour, her vicious stares bore straight into his soul. As class finished and the student left, he walked up to Ms Whetty and said," Ms, don't do anything about the situation with the girl. It doesn't matter, I was being kind of an ass hole anyway". Ms Whetty looked at him like he could never be an ass hole, but he was, and nodded her head anyway," If that's what you wish, Matthew, then I won't do anything".
He winked and smiled at her," Thanks, your a gem".
The rest of the day went by smoothly, mostly because Matthew skipped a period that he most hated and had just hung out in his secret place.
Before he knew it it was lunch time, the cafeteria filled up quickly and became loud within an instant.
Matthew got his food and found his friends, they laughed, they talked and made some jokes. He had to tell the story that had happened in class and how Ms Whetty practically did everything he asked anyway.
Suddenly Matthew saw the girl who had shot him painful glared in math class, and immediately smirked. He wanted to mess with her a little bit more, so he excused himself from his friends and walked right up to her. His hands in his pockets and his smirk set," You're quite the feisty one aren't you?".
"Excuse me?" Aelie asked, her eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion.He must have been speaking to someone else. Aelie turned around, looked around the table to someone he possibly could have made eye contact with. But, he was obviously and humiliatingly asking her if she was feisty. She could not believe her ears.
Matthew Marcus had no spoken to her in years. Why would he start now? Aelie narrowed her eyes at him, ignoring the sudden hush and stares that filled the cafeteria. It wasn't every day that people like her were so spontaneously noticed by people like him. To be honest, she hated the attention, the behind the scenes whispers, the rumors that would undoubtedly start spreading about her. She had no clue how the populars could enjoy this sort of spotlight.
With her half-eaten slice of bread in hand, Aelie stood up and walked away from him without a word.
Matthew had waited for her to answer, but he could obviously see that she was completely flabbergasted by him. She had even turned around to look at the table to see if he could have been talking to someone else, which made him chuckle slightly. He watched her walk away, his gaze set upon her. People in the cafeteria started to mumble even more as she did walk away. Even girls were mumbling petty things like "How can she walk away from him?".
Matthew had but one choice, and to him that choice was the walk right back up to her. "You know I was talking to you, Ms Whetty is right, maybe I should let her speak to the principle about your horrible behaviour in Math class this morning", he teased. He looked aside to her and raised his eyebrows.
Aelie rolled her eyes in disbelief. This guy could not take a hint. What part of ignoring him and walking away from him did he not understand? "Yeah, well you do that. It wouldn't be the worst thing you've done to me."She couldn't help but feel that this was extremely odd, the way Matthew Marcus--of all people--had suddenly taken an interest in her. Had she done something to provoke him in some way and make him decide to secretly ruin her life be pretending to be friendly with her? Whatever it was, she had to get away from him as fast as possible.
"Look, I don't know what your deal is," she said, suddenly halting to turn to him. "But I think you should leave me alone."
She glanced around the courtyard looking for her brother and spotted him sitting under the lamppost, where he always waited for her. A small smile broke out on her face, as it always did when she saw him after a particularly long day. She loved seeing his messy blond hair, his shy smile, and his dark eyes that looked just as warm and bright as their mother's. Sometimes, it felt like their parents had survived through their only son. Perhaps that was the reason Aelie always felt so protective towards him.
"Hey, Max," she called out. He looked up from the book her was reading--he seemed to always be reading something--and his wide eyes squinted into a smile.
He didn't say anything, as usual, but Aelie knew he was glad to see her. "Let's go," she said, slinging his tattered backpack over her shoulder. "We don't want to be late."
Matthew had left the girl alone. He didnt even know why he had been bothering her, maybe he was bored and was trying to gain some sort of entertainment. The thing was, when you had all the money in the world, most things werent off limit to you, and you would get bored easily. That was Matthew.
The day had finally finished, thank god for that. Matthew didnt really think he could take another minute in this high school, which he didnt even know why he attended. He would take over his fathers company at a certain age and would deal with that for the rest of his life, like he did now.
He walked to his car, got in and drove off as quick as lightening flashed.
Once he got home, which was a never ending house of space and more space and more quiet, he walked out towards the garden. The garden was beautiful and spacious, filled with flowers, a pool and a fountain on the far side. Sometimes he would come outside just to escape from the house. He sat down in a chair near by and inhaled a well needed breath of fresh air.
"Matthew".
His mother approached near by and came into his view. She was of average height and she had that house wife look to her, always wearing something fancy and always done up well.
"How was school?", she asked, putting on a few bracelets and then looking back to him.
"The usual, another day of pointless learning", Matthew said blankly, smiling sarcastically at his mother before biting into his apple and looking away from her.
Seeing as they had no bicycle to ride home on, Aelie and her brother were forced to walk for an hour every day after school to the isolated mansion where they lived. She held his hand as they walked, telling him stories about their old life as she usually did during their times together. She told him as much as she could remember--about the walks in the park they used to go on with their nanny and parents; how their father loved to talk to them about the latest scientific article he was working on, even though they had no clue what he was saying half the time; how their mother used to bake disgusting gluten-free sugar cookies all the time just because their maid was allergic. Although she was well aware that her old happiness had been permanently shattered after her parents' car crash, Aelie felt obligated to keep her brother connected to their past, knowing that she owed it to her parents to keep their memory alive. She felt sharp pangs in her heart every time she thought about them, but with her hand in her brother's, she felt calm. That was the thing about family; they could make her feel warm inside even if they were dead or if they were just little seven year-old boys.They walked up the windy path that cut through a forested hill, which lead to a slightly intimidating, baby pink mansion that stood towering at the tip of the hill. Despite the fact that she hated the color pink, Aelie had grown to love the mansion over the years. It had become her new home--granted, it was a home where she got her hands dirty wiping down floors and dusting untouched furniture, but it was a home nonetheless.
She unlocked the doors and stepped into the house, which was strangely silent today. Mrs. Dreyfus, the ninety-year-old spinster who owned the place, was nowhere to be seen. That was weird. She usually waited for Aelie to come home on her couch in the living room, but today it was empty.
There was a strange smell filling the air too. A sickly, disgusting odor that reminded Aelie somewhat of old, rotten cheese.
"Mrs. Dreyfus?" she called. No answer. Turning to her brother, whose eyes were wide in confusion and fear, she said, "Stay here, okay?"
He nodded. Aelie darted up the stairs, following the putrid odor despite her nose telling her not to. It led her to the dank bedroom where Mrs. Dreyfus slept. Fear crept into her mind as she connected the dots. Before she even opened the door, she knew where the smell was coming from.
A small and gray-haired figure laid still in the bed. "Mrs. Dreyfus?" Aelie whispered carefully.
No whisker of a movement came from the body. Aelie choked back tears as she reached out and felt for a pulse.
Mrs. Dreyfus was dead.
Matthew had to chatter for his mother for a whole until she finally left him with a lecture to think about why school was so important for him. But as soon as she left he forgot everything she had said and simply sat in the garden, looking over everything and watching the sky. As he looked up to the sky he saw shapes and figures that imitated things on the ground; things like animals, plant and people. Weird things.
The earth was a fascinating place, and Matthew would ponder on it countless of times in moments like this.
He wanted to discover this world and travel, but it was his duty as part of this family to take over his fathers company when he retired. He was already helping for gods sake!
"Mr Marcus".
Matthew turned around to see one of the maids, Camille, standing at the garden door and grinning at him. He immediately replied back with a grin and a wink at Mrs Julio, who was a older woman with brown hair and green eyes. A chubby and short women that was extremely adorable and friendly.
"Camille, I've told you countless of times to call me Matthew", he said, standing up and walking towards the women.
"Matthew", she mumbled, trying to become familiar with it as her accent made it thick and rough.
"That's it", he chuckled. He placed his hands in his pockets and looked down at her," What's up, Camille?".
"Oh, I have finished cleaning for today, so I am going home. Just to let you know", she said, smiling.
Matthew nodded as she started to walk away and as she waved goodbye to him," Say hi to your family for me, Camille", he exclaimed slightly. She just nodded and waved again.
Matthew was alone again.
Aelie put her hand on her mouth as she stared at Mrs. Dreyfus, bewilderment and awe and fear tumbling around in her heart. She felt her lungs expand and quicken as they started to hyperventilate with panic. Calm down, calm down, the rational part of her mind begged her body. Think. When she finally convinced herself to stop being a helpless and cowardly little girl, her mind started to work again. She figured the night maid would be coming in in about three hours or so. Max and her would inevitably be kicked out of their home; there was no hope that they could crash the night without an annoying adult noticing that they were illegal minors living by themselves. The night maid would probably discover Mrs. Dreyfus on her own, so there was no need for Aelie to call the police.
She and Max needed to get away as far as possible, as soon as possible. There was no doubt about it. They had ducked the authorities this many years; they would not be caught now and turned over to foster care.
She formulated the plan in her head, then ran down the stairs. "Max!" she said breathlessly as she ran into the kitchen and pulled him into a lung-crushing hug. She didn't know why, but the sight of Mrs. Dreyfus had ignited something within her--whether it was fear or sheer shock, she didn't know. "Max, I need you to listen to me, okay? Something's happened and we can't live here anymore, but we're going to stick together and work it out, okay?"
Max nodded, his eyes expressing the fear that he was unable to muster into words. Aelie said, "Good." She ran to a kitchen cabinet, pulling out a trash bag. "Grab all of your clothes and put them into this bag."
For the next hour, they stuffed two bags full of their clothes, money, and as much food as they could carry. Aelie couldn't bring herself to rob Mrs. Dreyfus's jewelry collection, though. Perhaps she wasn't ready to be a full-on delinquent yet.
((Sorry for the late reply! I'm just kind of baffled as to how they should become hired?))
((Hmmm... good question. Do you want to fast forward one week later?))
((Yeah, I think we should. Should Aelie already be working at Matthews place?))
Do you have any ideas? I can think of on if you like