Welcome To
Port Saint Lucie High,

Florida is beautiful. Beaches, boat rides, sunny days, the wind in your hair. When you live here, you're living in peoples vacation spot but when you live here everything changes and it's no longer as beautiful as it seemed before. When you live here, you're now part of everything that goes on. Port Saint Lucie seems like the perfect town to raise your kids in. As long as you're living in the nice parts, everything will be just fine, right? Wrong! Things happen inside the house that people aren't supposed to know about. But, what happens when everyone knows everything that happens in your house? Things start to crumble and you can no longer hide from what you thought was safe. High School. It's supposed to be fabulous, fun and safe. Not here it's not. Maybe in other schools; But here, in the halls of Port Saint Lucie High School, nothing is a secret. Cliques will tear you apart and you'll wish that your dear old parents never made you come to this school, but when you're here, you're here. Nothing can stop the kids from talking, spreading rumors and fighting. Except you. You have the power to control everything that goes on. Protect yourself, but also remember, they're always watching.

Watch as the soft edges of you dream world escape you and thrust you into the darkest room you could ever imagine. You open your eyes weakly to see where you are. Is there anyone there with you? Of course not. This special treatment was only intended for you and you alone. As you start to regain your consciousness you realize...the room isnt dark. Your eyes are closed. And once they open, the real hell is realized. You're laying across a cold, stone floor, soaked from head to waist. You cough roughly, shockingly freezing water still floating around in your lungs. You still have no idea where you are just yet. You try to roll over but find it nearly impossible. You ache. All over. What happened? You try to rack your mind for it, but nothings coming to you. Until she steps into view.

A petite blond girl steps into your vision and smiles viciously at you. Someone so beautiful could not have that look of pure hatred and malice towards you could they? Oh yes. They could. Rough hands grab you by your upper arms and haul you onto your knees an across the room where the beautiful girl stands, arms crossed over her chest. She watches you, fire in her eyes. She's planning. As the two hauling you stop, you realize that there is someone in front of the girl. A boy. Your eyes widen with fear and recognition. You know him. "I-Izaak?" you stutter. He looked a mess. His hair is matted with days old blood and you can't help but wonder who would do this to a person. That question doesnt linger long after the girl leans forward and grabs Izaak by his hair. She yanks him up and whips a gun out from the back of her pants. She cocks it and places the cool metal against his forehead.

"Watch carefully Rosie," Her words were calm, but there was venom dripping from every syllable. You do just as she ordered. You watch. But more importantly, you listen. As she began to pull the trigger, a look of horror crosses your features. She wasn't! She couldnt! But, then you know. Oh yes. She could. "For if you ever betray Heartshot again," She smiled sickly. "this is what will happen to you." Your eyes instantly began to water with the anticipation of what was coming next. You open your mouth to scream, but the guns blast drowns you out. With the eerie after silence, the boy falls to the floor, and you are left there a sobbing mess. The next few days are full of torture for you; whips, water, and videos. Then you are released. And you run. Its the only thing you can do to keep the tears from stinging your eyes. And this is when you make a resolution. You would end her empire. You would bring her to your knees. Not only did she deserve it.

But because you could

In the beautifully damaged city of Chicago, anything can happen. Nothing is out of bounds and there arent anymore rules. The police force is nothing more than a mercenary group at this point. They're only in the town for show. The rest of their work is paid for. Whichever gang offers more cash gets their help. The city is corrupted and crime infested. And no one seems to care. Or, at least thats how they put it off as. The citizens care and so do some of the gang leaders. But, nothing will change until a truce is agreed upon. And neither side is ready to buckle. Its not a pride issue. Its all about respect. And really, where did all this start?

Lets take you back to the early twenties.

A smoking gun lay loosely in the hands of a twenty something year old man. A look of satisfaction rest upon his lips. Franklin Chanel watched as his best friend, Alexander Everhate fell to the ground inside the old theater house. The two had come to Chicago to create a business back in the early twenties, but ended up getting into vicious arguments that soon ended their friendship. They created the first two gangs in all of Chicago; the Heartshot and the Venom. The two men fought wars with each other. They committed murder against each others groups and soon found themselves avoiding the police and law enforcement to do it. Everhate had taken something that Chanel wanted. A prime piece of property that everyone in Chicago wanted. Uptown. This started the biggest gang war that would ever take place in the Chicago city streets. Finally, Chanel snapped and shot his friend in the back after shaking his hand and congratulating him like a gentlemen.

The two mens descendants held out an undeniable hate for each other from that day forward. The gangs kept up and even branched out others. Violent wars took place in Chicago that not even the police department could keep under control. It was like a scene from Romeo & Juliet. Only, no romance and all violence. Blood spilled onto the city streets like rain from the heavens nearly everyday. Lives were lost in extreme numbers. The city morgue was running out of room.

The year is 2008

In a world of technology and advanced weaponry, anything is possible. A feud between the Venom and Heartshot gangs still rage like an uncontrolable wildfire. The two female descendants of Alexander Everhate and Franklin Chanel have taken it upon themseles to end this war once in for all. Everhate wants their uptown back and Chanel will do anything to keep it. A bloody war will break out soon enough. Anyone with their ear to the ground can feel it. The elders of the town know whats coming and fear for their childrens lives. Plans are being made and teenagers are being recruited. Somethings going down in the underground and everyone wants to be apart of this history in the making. Lines are being drawn and sides are beng chosen. Civilians lives will be taken and many risks will be as well. Can you handle the pressure? Or are you just not strong enough to cope with the Chicago heat?

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frankie dylan mcday
"she's just somebody's daughter, just looking for somebody to love her"

just the basics;

full name;
frankie dylan mcday
age;
nineteen.
grade;
senior , held back.
clique;
possibly queens
or preps.
sexuality;
straight.
hometown;
milwaukee , wisconsin
birthday;
august 23, 1989.

take us home;

family;

``maxton mcday , 42 , bounty hunter

``colter swaller , deceased

``bryce mcday , twin , musician

``troy mcday , 18 , student

``charlie mcday , 16 , student


pets;
Cash Me In [Cash] , paint X thoroughbred , gelding

let's dig deep;

personality;
seeing as frankie was born to and raised around a group of law defying rebels, she’s bound to be one as well. she’s definitely one of those people who proves punks are the rebellious type of people. she’s captured her mother’s habit of getting into trouble as well as her father’s habit of dealing with drugs and whatnot. though she’s more towards the skater type, frankie doesn’t let people get away with kicking around. many fist fights have been started with other girls in which frankie has more often than not won. in cases where she has indeed lost, it only helped to teach her what had to be done different the next time. she has a rather large ego and refuses to accept the fact that she’s wrong nor does she let people talk trash about her. it’s extremely hard to get around to frankie‘s sensitive side though it can be done through family. Very few times have people actually heard her speak of her father or mother and it only adds to the claim of her stubbornness.

meek is not a word that is used to describe frankie. she’s not the least bit shy and will do just about anything to get what she wants or do what needs to be done. she somewhat athletic and works hard in her art deals to get everything done properly as well as in acting. when it comes to art, frankie’s what you may call a perfectionist. she refuses to give up on a piece of work until it’s to her complete satisfaction, no matter how good other people claim it may actually be.

believe or not, frankie does have a soft side. what is even more shocking is that it happens to be for guys. she has little dependency on her father and therefore seeks out what masculine influences she can have in her life. though she can be a rather snotty bitch, there aren’t a whole lot of guys who can’t get to her or who she can turn away, especially when alcohol is involved.

physical appearance;
with a delicately shaped eyes, frankie’s features are accented extremely well. her eyes are of a cold blue-gray which often display her personality more than anything else about her. frankie is a touchy girl and therefore, her gaze gives her a bit of an intimidating nature to her. gowever, she does have a soft side to her and her gaze seems to ease into a bluer hue when she’s pleased.

with an extremely petite form, frankie clearly takes the genes of her mother. weighing in at only one hundred and thirteen pounds, frankie does quite a bit to keep herself in shape. being an actress on the side compels frankie to stay fit in order to get certain parts that she wants. likewise, she stays slim in order to be satisfied with the way she looks.

frankie has numerous physical flaws, many of those being piercing. her most prided one is her bellybutton ring which she went out and had done for her sixteenth birthday, despite her father’s forbidding. six earrings adorn each of her ears and she bears a small nose stud which she often takes out seeing as its not of her favorite. a think barbed wire tattoo circles her arm, her name woven into the middle. upon her hip is a small biohazard symbol which represented the gang she was apart of during her father’s gang days. though she is no longer apart of the group, she has failed to get the tattoo removed. being somewhat of a tomboy as a young girl, frankie has a few small scars from petty accidents as a child. her only rather large one goes around her ankle from where she kicked in a window. she also has a small scar going across three of her fingers from playing peewee league hockey and failing to wear her gloves during a game. a skate blade had sliced her hand and ever since Frankie has worn the scar.

for the most part she dresses for comfort. she’s got money to pay for things and proves it through her clothing. no outfit is complete without a great pair of shoes. as far as frankie’s shoe collection goes, she’s got plenty to choose from. shoes are a weakness of hers and she has shoes from nearly all the top designers and flaunts them off well. her friends joke that she go all year without wearing the same shoes twice and honestly, it wouldn’t be a great surprise if she pulled the feat off.


history;
high school romance never lasts long though when colter swaller became pregnant with her boyfriends child as a high school senior, she expected him to be with her forever. troubled with cancer and an active drug user, colter knew she couldn’t do it alone. max lyra, however, had different plans. upon hearing that his girlfriend, who he had cheated on multiple times, had become impregnated with his child, he fled for nearly nine months. colter, alone and almost always stoned, raved on and on to police and town members that she needed someone to help her. and yet, she was ignored, people not wanting to get involved with a druggie.

a warm august night in 1989 brought the birth of a six pound dark haired baby girl as well as her twin brother. despite the fact that all seemed to be going well with the small child, frankie, only god could know that she was in for a world of hell. to be perfectly honest, doctors were surprised she hadn’t shown any signs of mental retardations on account of her mother’s constant drug use.

nearly a month after frankie’s birth, max had shown up once and for all to take care of his daughter. colter had grown terribly ill both due to her meth use as well as the fact that cancer was slowly eating her time alive away. she hadn’t been keen on the idea of letting max back into her life but she knew her daughter needed someone to look after her seeing as her death was near. max too had problems with drugs, as well as gang violence but had managed to keep frankie alive by some miracle. It hadn’t taken but a few months before colter had passed away, leaving frankie in dangerous hands.

Of course people whispered about the little girl who was being raised by a convict though nothing was ever done to remove her from the care of her father. Day by day, Max became more and more miserable on account of Colter’s death. He had desperately tried to overdose over and over, finally getting himself nearly shot by a gang member he had refused to pay. He had managed to land himself in jail for ten years, leaving year old frankie to fend for herself in foster care as well as her two brothers.

Even at age nine, frankie had already been inheriting her parents’ rebellious actions having heard plenty of tales about them from nearly everyone she knew. Despite the fact that she was turning out like her father, with his spirit and whatnot running in her blood, she hated him for abandoning her mother and most of all, abandoning her.

After ten long years of living without her father, Max had somehow managed to turn his life around and convince a judge that his life was now suitable to obtain a place for frankie within it. She had returned to live with him but not upon her own free will. Her father was now a bounty hunter, taking down the people that he had at one point been just like. This sort of job brought in quite a bit of money and while frankie got every little thing her heart desired, it just wasn’t enough.

frankie had appeared to be the perfect girl next door though during her freshman year, she had picked up on the joys of weed. Seldom did she ever lose her composure in public though she knew how to have a bit of fun. More and more time was spent outside of the home and while her father desperately tried to keep her around, he failed to do so. Smoking was still appealing to her but frankie had discovered drinking as well, leading to a world of disaster. She had a habit of sleeping around though some way or another, she found herself in a serious relationship during the summer of her sophomore year. She had offered to drive her drunken boyfriend home even though she was drunk as well. The last thing she can remember and the only picture left in her mind is that of Todd’s lifeless body.

frankie had planned on telling Todd the preceding morning that she was pregnant with his child though his death left her with nothing but grief. Wanting to forget what she had done, she overdosed as she had been told her father did, causing a miscarriage and a serious trip to the hospital.

so tell us;

likes;
``sex
``flings
``shopping
``shoes
``horseback riding
``photography
``writing
``whoring around
``jack daniels
``crazy parties
``drugs
``cigarettes
``roller coasters
``taking a risk

dislikes;
``cops
``professors
``spiders
``winter
``blood
``needles
``hangovers
``sunburn
``ugly tan lines
``her father
``nerds

secrets;
``constant drug use
``ex-gang member
``loves bad boys

fears;
``always being alone
``being forgotten
``forgiving her father

your turn;

ooc name;
emily

other characters;
working on carsten king

sample post;

Jul 21, 2008, 8:16pm, finnigan peters. wrote:

barker a soft sigh settled through slightly cracked lips as a slender form found its way past the cold, stone archway of the city. a mass of ebony locks fell into his face as he attempted to avoid the adverting gaze from others. he didn't carry much with him, other than an old grain sack with a few belongings. hell, he was thrown on the ship with much less and had resorted to snatching what he could from other sailors fifteen years later, here he was standing. he had been taken as a happy benjamin barker, however, that man had decayed with the hopes of ever returning to see his beloved lucy. it appeared that the city had changed very little, perhaps a few more homeless strangers roaming the streets and a bit more wear & tear on the cobblestone streets. london itself still gave off that deep mysterious feeling as well as its arrogance. quite a homely looking figure, he was. one who was wondering along the street and saw him would say he was barely above poverty. a thick white streak ran through his once thick black hair and soot covered nearly every inch of unclothed flesh. at one point, he was surely a handsome man but the years of harsh winds and sea water had taken its toll upon him. there were matters in which needed settling but being that he just docked here in london, he thought best to keep it low key for a bit. avoid as many people as possible and stray from questioning. thrusting his bag upon the cement at the corner of two streets, he paused for a moment. digging within the pockets of his overcoat, he withdrew a rust stained flask, removing the top to empty the remaining contents into his mouth. he had picked up the habit and living on a lonely ship with a bunch of nasty, filthy men, the drinks became his best friend.

other;
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so basically we need a gossip girl to do a weekly blog under the gossip girl board. i'd do it myself but i don't know how good i'd be at it. if anyone thinks that they would like to do it just send me a message on this account. i'll just collect the names of whoever wants to do it and then i'll choose one or two people to be the gossip girl.

thanks loves.

' i'm an addict for dramatics .

EXAMPLE:

'' jacob alexander taylor grady .
or, as i call them OHMAHGAWSH ME. they've been camera shy for twenty five years now.
i know them 'cause they're a patient, and it all breaks down like this:

other half; you've got this new head filled up with smoke and i've got my veins all tangled close

the word "holy shit"
cheese tag "it's me lol."

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Located in the heart of california, verona is a small town that seems to steer clear of all of the hollywood drama and strife. it's a mere half hour drive from the center of hollywood, but there's such a dramatic change in that small distance. take hollywood with it's glamour and excitement, papparazzi running all over the place, and always the chance of seeing a celebrity. and then imagine the exact opposite of that. verona is small and quiet and never finds itself in the news of any sort. it's so small and unknown that most people don't even realize that it exists.

When people just want to get away from stardom for good, they move here. verona is a cozy little town that is filled with once famous people, children of celebrities, and any other lesser people you could think of. the people here don't want to be in the constant limelight and verona is a perfect haven for that. it's not uncommon for one to see an old child star out mowing their lawn or the son of some big producer out riding his skateboard. but it's not limited to only that. plenty of people that live here are just normal and have never been famous before in their lives. everyone can find their place in verona.

But the teenagers of verona seem to have different ideas. they think the idea of being famous is brilliant. their parents try to warn them off and keep them away from hollywood, but these teens are determined. almost every teenager and young adult in verona is aspiring to greater things. they want to get out of their boring little town and make it in the big time. whether that's with music or acting or modeling or sports. the possibilities are endless with these kids.

just copy and paste the form into a reply and fill it out. you'll be added up pretty quick. please wrap the form if you include snazzy fonts and pictures.

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the name pretty much just gives this one away. all you have to do is post the name and artist of the song you're listening to. easy peasy lemon squeezy.

i'll start us off.

this game is quite possibly the easiest thing in the world. someone will post a word and then you reply with the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear it. so on and so forth.

i'll start us off.