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So here'e the first chapter! Enjoy please. Any changes to your character should be stated NOW. Yes, you can change it throughout the story, but when it comes to your OC's appearance, not including the clothes, this marks the deadline. Also anything that's stated in a chapter, I will not bother to change it, so please state anything else about your OC in a PM if you want a quick change! :D Other than that, enjoy.
ALSO...expect a few parts of PROFANITY from Chris, Hatchett, my OCs, your OCs, their OCs, etc. If you don't dig the idea of your character using profanity, just tell me.
Total Continental Drama
CHAPTER I. Adventures in the Airport
"Okay, so now we're finally here at the airport," Chris said to the students as he balanced his duffel bag on his hip, "while I'm gonna head inside to talk to the airport people, Coach's gonna have to do another head count. Coach! Start now!"
Hatchett nodded his head to Chris as Hatchett gave the stink eye to those passing by the students with a look of confusion. Chris gave Hatchett a pat on his exposed, strong bicep; temporarily calming Hatchett down. Currently the students, Chris and Hatchett were at the airport, standing in front of the entrance doors - practically blocking entrance into the building. But none of the passerbys complained, for it they did, Hatchett would glare at them, even if they just took a small glance.
"Now," Hatchett put on his reading glasses before looking down at the list, "please say 'here' when called."
Hatchett cleared his throat before reading, "Francheska Belle, Junior."
"Here," The students all turned their heads to look at the first name called, causing Francheska to tilt her head in confusion. Her messy, wavy-barely curly, brown hair was in an even messier bun with a few strands falling out. She had her light brown eyes, frantically looking around in confusion; and her slender body was clothed in an off-the-shoulder red and white striped baggy/oversized sweater, a scarf, leggings, and a pair of "distressed" leather boots. The fairness of her skin almost made it look flawless, practically looking smooth and shiny, "and that name's for suckers, call me Fran."
"Hm," Hatchett grunted as a response, "Inola Esperanza Black Bear-Ortega, Senior."
"Here." Light stormy-grey, almond shaped eyes looked up at Hatchett. Inola had long and straight black hair that embraced her heart-shaped face. She had freckles splayed over the bridge of her nose; thin, yet prominent, eyebrows; and full lips. Inola was dressed in a black spaghetti string tank top that stuck to her like glue, a white unbuttoned cotton t-shirt, blue faded jeans, dark brown hiking boots, an animal 'Quartz' necklace, and a black cowboy hat. A handful of the female students looked at her choice of clothing in a confused manner as they scrutinized her, with Inola being nonchalant about it.
"Evangeline Brooks, seventh grader."
"Here, oh, I like being called Evan, by the way." It was pretty easy to find the owner of the voice. The voice belonged to the girl with the brightest red hair among the students. Her eyes were just as bright, with a very icy blue tone to it that made Hatchett immediately look away for fear of blindness. She wore a pair of dark blue flare jeans, red low-tops, and a tight red tank top with orange and yellow flames lining the bottom. Around her neck hung a golden chain with a golden lighter hanging off of it, on her left arm were several golden bangles, and golden hoops were seen pierced through her earlobes.
"Darren Burman, Junior."
"Present." A timid voice came from the front, where Hatchett easily found a chubby fellow. He had curly dark brown hair and hazel eyes that you were hardly capable of seeing due to the thickness of his glasses. Darren wore a large blue polo shirt, khaki slacks, and white sneakers.
"Call him Weirdo!" A voice announced from the back.
The remark caused Darren to look down at his feet in shame.
"Hey! Who said that?" Hatchett answered in his gruff voice and glared out into the crowd.
The whole group was silent, leaving Hatchett with content.
"Good, now, where was I?" Hatchett looked down the list until he found his spot, "Oh! Julie Chung, Junior."
"Here." A snappy-like voice came from the back. The girl had lengthy black hair with blonde streaks on the front, her eyes were green, and she had a lean and slender body. Julie wore a white t-shirt with a purple hoodie, dark blue jeans, and red Converse. She had pierced ears, and a locket around her neck.
"What's in that locket, girl?" Hatchett asked out of curiosity.
"A picture of my parents and little brother." She replied bluntly, opening the locket up a little to show Hatchett.
Hatchett nodded his head and read down the list, "Kyle Aaron Delica, Freshman."
"Here." The voice came from a tall and very skinny guy in the middle of the cluster of students. He had dark brown hair with a red streak running across it and his bangs were hovered over his left eye, covering it. His eyes were dark brown, nearly black which caused his pale skin to look nearly white. He wore a black t-shirt with white lettering going across the front saying 'By reading this you have given me brief control of your mind.' His skinny legs were clothed in dark blue jeans with black Vans and on his right wrist was a black leather wristband.
"Abigail-Faci Duke, eigth grader."
"Over here." Abigail replied with her thick New Orleans accent. The girl's curly hair was held up in a bushy ponytail; even though it was held up with a sparkly purple scrunchie, her hair seemed just as long. She had unique looking violet colored eyes and she had a brown skin tone. Abigail's tall and slender body was covered in a dark purple jacket and a black short-sleeved shirt with a skull and crossbones on it, "Also, I like being called either Abby, Easy, or sometimes even Beginet."
"Nicole Gizaro, senior."
"Here. And I prefer Nikki." A blonde headed girl with red-tipped sidebangs that half-way cover her right eye responded. She was fair skinned, her long torso was covered in a red tank top with her equally long legs adorned in black skinny jeans that were held up by a studded belt. Her feet were burrowed into a pair of black Converses that were laced with red laces.
"Newton Hale, senior."
"Mornin'," Newton stretched his arms out, popping his back during the process, as he answered in his slight southern accent. He had short, choppy, scruffy hair that was obviously bleached from a brunette hair color to a sandy blonde; due to the roots that were appearing at the top of his head. His eyes were a hazel color and he had a light tanned skin tone. Newton was probably around a few inches taller than six feet and you were capable of seeing his toned body through his plain white t-shirt layered with a sooty, ashy gray button up and a hooded, olive colored cargo jacket. His legs were covered in a pair of faded and worn out Levis; his feet in a pair of worn out, white laced Vans. Newton smiled at Hatchett, showing off his dimples, which caused almost every girl's heart to skip a beat.
"Uh, er, Melanie and Myde Hanson, both juniors."
"Here." A female and a male British accented voice answered in unison as Hatchett searched the crowd of students. There stood two twins, looking as if they were glued together. Once Hatchett spotted them, he knew that they would bring trouble. Both were very pale and had black hair, except for the fact that Melanie had more rosier cheeks and her hair was more long, soft and curly while Myde's hair was short and spiky. Myde's slender body was clothed in a pale blue T-shirt; black skinny jeans; grey shoes; and turquoise and pale blue striped gloves. Melanie wore a pale, blue dress, with black tights undedneath. On her feet were turquoise boots and on her hands were turquoise and pale blue striped fingerless gloves.
Hatchett shivered a little before looking at the list, "Alister Charlie Hawkins, junior."
"Hey! Al's the name." He had his jet black hair with dark red highlights tied up in a medium-length ponytail and his onyx gray eyes were shielded by his aviator sunglasses. Al was about exactly six feet and had medium-tanned skin. He wore a black t-shirt with a 'coat of arms' on the back, tan cargo shorts, and black and blue Vans. Al had a pierced eyebrow, a silver necklace hanging around his neck, and a fedora with a pirate's sword and crossbones on the side.
"Edward Hayes, senior."
"Hey," Hatchett looked to find an arrogant looking guy with messy jet-black hair and icy blue eyes. He was around six feet and six inches and his skin was alabaster toned. Edward had an arm around a female student as he played with his lip ring. His lean body was adorned in black skinny jeans with a silver studded belt and slightly sagged, his shirt said across the front 'B*tches Get Stitches', and his feet were covered with black Fallen shoes.
"Boy, you know that your shirt is against the school dress code!" Hatchett pointed out, but Edward just smirked instead of answered properly, "I'll deal with you later!"
Hatchett then continued down the list, "Dana Carmen Herreah, senior."
"Here!" The girl that Edward had his arm around responded. She had naturally curly, chestnut brown hair with blonde streaks that hung down to her shoulders and hazel green eyes. Her skin was a nice light tan and she had on a pair of dark washed short shorts, a Volcom cami, and black Vans. Her lips were, just as well, pierced with a black lip ring and she had a tiny bit of make up caked onto her face. When she turned to the side, Hatchett was capable of seeing her industrial piercing.
"Darrell Hodder, senior."
"Hey Hatchie! Over here!" A few of the people laughed at the nickname Darrell made for Coach Hatchett, making Darrell give a small smile-slash-smirk to Hatchett. He had short, red shaved hair and hazel eyes that had an emotion of amusement in them. Darrell was a few more inches taller than six feet and his skin was normally toned. He wore a black "Night Of The Demons" hoodie with a red t-shirt under it along with black jeans and black and white sneakers on. On his wrist was a black wristguard that had spikes on it. His head was covered with a black baseball hat that had the black/white Lamb Of God Flag with a huge upside star instead of 50 smaller stars on it. He had a hint of fuzz growing along his chin and a couple of earrings along with a lip piercing, "And for all who don't know me, Hodder is the name."
Hatchett just stared at him blankly in response, "Emma Howard, sophmore."
"Here." A graceful hand rose up from the midst of the crowd surrounding Hatchett. The owner of the voice had her light brown hair in a bob along with light green eyes. Emma had a fair skintone and a very slim body, which was dressed in a light pink tank top with jeans and a pair of pink sandals. Her ears were pierced with light blue studs, and her neck was decorated with a blue diamond necklace.
"Elizabeth Ivanovski, junior."
"...Here. And it's Eli, as in it rhymes with 'fly'. But yeah..." An awkward sounding, monotone voice came from a girl with long wavy, messy, and shaggy brown hair that she constantly ran her hand through; causing her bangs to be messily brushed back. Her eyes were a chocolate brown-toned color and she had a very fair, porcelain skin tone. Eli's slim and slender body was covered in a multi-colored, red flannel that was rolled up to her elbows; a slouchy, white, henley that were rolled up to her elbows as well; a pair of medium-washed, blue skinny jeans folded at the hems; and her feet in a pair off-navy blue Keds. Her long fingers were covered with vintage-like rings; while her wrists were covered in woven, leather, wooden, and whatever other coarse fabric, bracelets. Across her shoulder hung a brown messenger bag, of which her hands were holding onto the strap of. Before Hatchett looked away, she ran a hand through her hair again.
"Vo October Iver, junior."
"Hey, it's Toby." Toby grinned and waved. She had lengthy, straight brown hair and sidebangs that she held back and off-to-the-side with a bobbypin. Her grayish-blue eyes contrasted with her pale-like skintone. Covering her slim body was a 'Beatles' band tee along with a zip-up hoodie, a leather jacket, a pair of skinny jeans and some worn out Converses. Running along the bridge of her nose were a few freckles.
"Yami Long, senior."
"Here..." Hatchett looked up to search for the distant-like voice, finding a guy with his hair hidden with a blue do-rag and a white baseball hat. He had a dark skintone and black eyes with a hint of loneliness in them. Yami wore a large black pullover jacket that said "Nothing is Normal" across the front, on the back was a large Yin Yang symbol. His legs were clothed with long, faded denim jeans; his feet were covered with white and black Nikes. A small hint of a fox tail was shown from the pocket of his jacket, Hatchett's eyebrows nearly rose to his hairline when he saw the tail.
"Hey, you, boy!" Hatchett yelled out to Yami, "Didn't you read the rules? No animals allowed!"
Yami just shrugged his broad shoulders and looked off into the distance.
Kids these days. Hatchett thought to himself.
"I'll deal with you later too!" He cleared his throat and looked back down at the clipboard, "Samuel Charels Menosta, senior."
"Call me Sam." A boy with short and shaggy brown hair smiled; his blue eyes showing a hint of happiness in them. His skin was pale and he was a thin guy. He had on a zombie t-shirt, denim jacket and faded jeans.
"Seth Rainwater, senior."
"Heey." A voice that sounded as fluid as the ocean piped up. He had short, messy and curly-like brown hair with a pair of brown eyes. His height was a few inches taller than six feet and his body was very toned. On his body, he wore a plain gray t-shirt, a worn out flannel, faded and ripped jeans, worn out sneakers, and a leather jacket due to the cool, early morning breeze of Canada. Around his neck were dogtags that glinted whenever he moved.
"Boy, were you in the army or the marines?" Hatchett squinted his eyes to get a better look of Seth's dogtags.
"I..was never in the army..?" Seth gave him a half-smile, "They're my dad's."
"Hm." Hatchett responded before flipping the page over on the clipboard, "Paige Chevrolet Sanderson, junior."
"Here." An Aussie-accented, choppy voice answered from a few inches away from Hatchett's bear-like figure. She had long, curly dark brown hair in a messy low-ponytail that draped over her slim right shoulder. Paige had a long face with a slightly angular jaw; she had plump lips and freckles scattered out on the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were covered with very tinted sunglasses and she wore a dark blue hoodie with sleeeves that covered her knuckles, a pair of denim jeans, and old sneakers. On her right hand she carried a blind stick, which turned Hatchett's face more solemn than ever. Everybody started muttering to one another due to their discovery, "And it's Chevy."
Hatchett nodded his head and patted her shoulder, "Klaire Sible, eight grade."
"Here." Hatchett turned to find a girl casted out of the big group, in her own little island. She was very tall and had a very muscular, athletic-like build for a girl; she was probably as tall as six feet. Her deep red colored hair had brown highlights running through it, and it was tied up in a low ponytail. Her eyes were a hazel color that were behind a pair of regular-sized ruby red glasses. Klaire's athletic body was dressed in a long-sleeved maroon v-neck pushed up to her elbows, a pair of white capris, and black Converses.
"Come in closer, girl, you look weird standing out there." Hatchett motioned his finger to Klaire to go inward, but she just simply shook her head 'no' which caused Hatchett to sigh again, "Suit yourself...ahem...April Cecelia Stone, junior."
"Helloo." A girl with short and choppy dyed red hair grinned as she had her hands on her slim hips. She had blue eyes and pale skin, she almost blended in with every other girl due to her average height and size. April wore a plain white t-shirt, jeans that seemed to have been ripped to its death with black tights underneath to fill in the holes, and a pair of tennis shoes to complete the outfit. Her face had freckles all over and her nose was pretty crooked.
"What's wrong with your nose?" Hatchett asked bluntly.
"Well, mishap during birth." She shrugged and just grinned.
Hatchett nodded his head, "Alright...Jack Veronica Tailor, junior."
"Here." Hatchett nearly gasped aloud when he saw her. Jack had a shaved head and deep blue eyes. She wore a white tank top, which exposed the muscles on her arms, with a pair of black jeans and black skate shoes. Both her ears were pierced through with gauges. Almost everybody gasped from seeing her, as well. Causing Jack to roll her eyes in annoyance.
"What the hell? I'm still a human being. Stop looking at me like I'm not." Jack said acidly, obviously extremely agitated.
Everybody immediately looked away and talked amongst one another, leaving Jack in peace. She let out a sigh and crossed her arms over her chest.
Hatchett seemed a bit shaken but cleaned up his act after a few awkward seconds, "Kellan Tan-Boticelli, senior."
"Here." Kellan had dark brown, floppy-like hair with the same colored dark brown eyes. He had pale skin, an athletic build, and he was almost close to six feet. His muscular body was covered in a plain gray hoodie, a plain white t-shirt, with some jeans, and laced up Vans.
"I swear I've seen you on TV before, boy." Hatchet squinted his eyes as he tried to remember when and where he saw him.
Kellan nodded his head, "Uh, Olympic trials? For the Winter Olympics next year?"
Hatchett snapped his fingers, "That's right. You were at the Olympic trials for the Winter Olympics next year, now I remember."
Kellan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Uh, yeah, I just-,"
"What sport do you play, boy?"
"Speedskating." Kellan responded, not trying to look into Hatchett's intimidating, brown eyes.
"Speedskating?" Hatchett asked again.
"Yeah...speedskating." Kellan looked at his feet as he shrugged his shoulders.
It was silent for a moment until Hatchett cracked up, it was unusual, and pretty scary. Once Hatchett calmed down, he cleared his throat again and continued reading down the list, "Okay, now, Mordecai Thorn, senior."
"Present." Everybody turned to find a very tall and pale guy with long white hair and red eyes. They all turned away when Mordecai stared at each and every one of them. He wore a long black trenchcoat, a bleeding skull t-shirt, fingerless gloves, black jeans, and steel-toed boots. When Mordecai answered, Hatchett saw that his teeth were elongated, as if it were just like that of a vampire's, "It's better to call me 'Dracula'."
"Well...um, Trey Vaughn, junior."
"Hey, Coach Hatchett, what's up?" It alerted Hatchett as he immediately snapped his head to where the voice came from. He found a guy with jet black hair and grass green eyes staring back at him, actually seeming like he was concerned. Trey wore a gray zip up hoodie, a black t-shirt, a pair of tight blue jeans, and some black Converses. His ears were pierced with black gauges and a black chain necklace was hanging from his neck.
"I'm perfectly fine, boy." Hatchett looked back down onto the clipboard and marked a check next to his name.
"That's good to hear." Trey answered with actual concern.
"Hm," Hatchett then read the next name on the list, "Ever Villareal, senior."
"Hey." The voice came from off to the side, with a guy with tanned skin and chocolate brown eyes. He wore a plain baggy black tee over a plain white tee; baggy brown Dickies shorts, that had a few sharpies hanging out of his left back pocket; and all black Nikes. Ever's hair was covered with his all-black hat with the 'LA' insignia embroidered on it; and the hood of his unzipped, baggy, black hoodie draped ontop of his hat. When Ever rose his hand, Hatchett saw a hint of the tattoo on the inside of his left wrist, which said '5-23-02', "Yeah, I like being called Ink or Skip."
"And last but not least, P. Kenneth Yoshimoto, senior."
"Hey! And call me PK." PK grinned and saluted to Hatchett. PK had a custom grafitti trucker hat that fully covered his hair, yet Hatchett was able to see a small hint of his jet black hair. His eyes were slightly almond shaped and were the color of black. He had a light skin tone that was naturally tan-like and a very lean-but-muscular type of build. PK was a few inches short of six feet, but he still stood tall. Covering his body was a graphic t-shirt, a pair of baggy yet slightly fitted jeans, and some white 'Vans'. Around PK's neck was a strap holding his camera, while in the back pocket of his jeans was his green iPod.
"Well, maggots, we're done here," Coach said as he looked through the list one last time before he took off his glasses and placed them back into his military bag, "now all we gotta do is wait for Mr. Mc-,"
Right on time, Chris walked through the sliding doors and back to the group, "Oh hey! You guys done? Let's go, let's go! Europe's a-waiting!"
With that, the students all filed into two lines, seperated by their last names. One line of fifteen following Hatchett, the other following McLean - both leading towards the same direction.
Gah. I really need to stop with those corny last sentences.
Anyways, there you have it. Sucky chapter, I know. You can PM me almost anything about your character, but there are a few restrictions, if you read the last few chapters. You can change their outfits, their hair, their whatever. Just nothing dealing with the plot, please. And well, anything needed to be clarified, give me the message! :D
-Vanillala