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Started May 24, 2019 by @Kie group

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The Sonnenlicht Hotel is famous for its ability to turn even the greatest of enemies into couples, but what happens when a few high school classes decides to take a trip there?

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RULES
-Don't post anything you wouldn't show your friends and be proud of! (Graphic sexual content is NOT allowed!)
-Cursing is allowed, but try to keep it infrequent. (Racial slurs are NOT tolerated.)
-SOME violence is allowed, anything going past a broken bone or two is too far, though.
-This one is common sense, but be respectful of other people and their characters! They've put work into their characters, as have you.
-If characters are sharing a room, they must be of the same sex-it's a high school trip.
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{Players limited to three characters each, all must be contained within the same post.}
{Roleplay will start at six characters, just to encourage some more posting!}

May I join this?

Name: amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) Ruth
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: pan
Grade: sophomore
Personality: she's a loner; she doesn't talk to a lot of people, and the people she does talk to often forget her.
Appearance: Average height, average brown hair, average weight. She's just… average. The only thing that stands out is her eyes; a piercing blue that seems to look into your soul. They're usually the reason people don't talk to her.
Likes: Drawing, reading, writing, being creative.
Dislikes: Physical activity.
Crush: Isak
Extra: Slight dislike for the next character to be posted

Name: Myra Lich
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Grade: 12th (Senior)
Personality: Ambidextrous, bold, easily annoyed, quick-witted, quiet. Tries to avoid getting in between fights, but will take a side if necessary.
Appearance: Straight raven black hair with full bangs which falls a little bit past her breasts, with downturned china blue eyes and full lips, she has an hourglass figure. Her clothes are typically black in color, and most often, she's wearing a band T-Shirt with ripped jeans and converse. In terms of accessories, she'll wear earrings, nothing too flashy, though, as it'll stand out against her pale skin (even though she wears dark makeup). 5'5"
Likes: Cats, dark colors, making inappropriate jokes, night time.
Dislikes: Birds, people being loud and/or obnoxious for no reason, Physical Education.
Crush: amy (the most wonderful woman in the world)
Extra: Low-key hates her last name, but she lives with it because it adds to her edgy appearance.

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Name: Fynnean Wilkins
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-curious
Grade: 10th (Sophomore)
Personality: Bubbly, starts talking a lot when someone mentions something he likes, tends to annoy people for fun.
Appearance: Sandy blonde hair, fairly short (spare for his long side bangs), brown almond-shaped eyes and caramel skin. Typically seen wearing cool colored sweaters and acid washed skinny jeans, has a colorful beaded bracelet from his little sister. 5'7"
Likes: Adventure books, Beat Saber (even though he's trash and circles his sabers around, resulting in his demise), dogs, guitar, painting, the woods.
Dislikes: People being rude, people who try to twist his words around.
Crush:
Extra: Fynn has had like, a thousand crushes-he's just that easy to impress. In first grade, he also once punched a kid in the face for snatching a rock out of his hands (in his defense, it was dinosaur shaped).

May I?

Name: Virgil Contraal
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pretty damn gay.
Appearance: Virgil has dark brown hair that is dyed black at the end, it borders a narrow face with pale skin and a bunch of freckles. He has a thin, lanky frame and long narrow fingers. He is very, very tall, standing at almost 6'6 and has a permanent smirk.
Personality: He will do anything to keep up his villainous persona, literally anything. But once you get to know him he is a soft teddy bear that will do anything for his close friends. He is still a bit of an ass when you get to know him, but he's a nicer ass if that helps.
Flaws: He is very, very unstable. Simple words set him off.
Likes: Sweets, baking, new languages, music.
Dislikes: Ducks, people who talk way too much, rap music.

May I? I’m gonna have to wait until Sunday to post my character, though… Tomorrow is gonna be super busy.

May I?

May I?

Of course!

Thanks!

Can I join?

Can I join?

Sure!

Name: Isak Henriksson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Grade: 10th (sophomore)
Personality: (that sad moment when you realise that your character doesn’t really have a personality) Your typical popular kid. He’s hot and he knows it, but he’s not a jerk about it. He is pretty calm and people respect him. He does track and field and runs a lot. He has some anger managment issues though and he can be really jealous at times. Those two in combination can make him a bit violent when upset, and he hates that he is. He hurts people unintentionally and he hates himself for that. Though, when he’s not jealous it takes a lot to upset him. And he is really, really smart with a pretty high IQ, but most people doesn’t know that about him.
Appearance: Blonde, wavy hair and slightly tan skin. Sharp jawline and icy blue eyes. A bit muscular and just a bit taller than most of his friends. Freckles that has almost disappeared. About 5’10.
Likes: Running, sports, reading, music, movies, seaguls. And donuts.
Dislikes: Licorice and fake people.
Crush: Fynn, but he has checked out Virgil a couple of times as well since he is hot and a couple of years older (if that’s okay with ya’ll).
Extra: He likes to get up really early in the morning, even when on vacation or on the weekends. He’s always up by 5:30 if not even earlier. Often he goes out jogging before everyone else is awake. He likes that it’s calm and there is no pressure on him to be social and stuff.

Since there are five characters posted, I'm going to give a minimal description of the Sonnelicht Hotel, as well as the plot.
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Plot: The highschool classes going on the two-week-long have been selected for their overall performance (behavior, contributions to school events, grades, participation in extracurriculars). The roleplay will start off with a three hour bus ride, each bus being sorted by age group/grade. Interaction between characters is not important at that point. Upon arrival, characters will be sorted into same-sex groups of two-three to share a room (characters may be added/form new groups later on).
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The Sonnenlicht Hotel is a four story building, characterised by it's warm colors, multiple pools, and beautiful fountains. The floors are tile, and there are sun murals all over. The weather is warm, but humid.
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That's all for now, as descriptions aren't really my thing. ^~^;

The overall setting is a beachside city.

Name: Lloyd Saxon Windsor
Age: sixteen
Gender: male
Sexuality: eh probably gay
Grade: senior (skipped a couple grades)
Personality: Really logical and everything is surface level at first. He doesn't share personal information if he can help it. If you can break through those thick walls, though, he actually carries a lot of past guilt and can be a bit touchy. He doesn't show emotion much since his can be fickle and he doesn't trust them
Appearance: neat, medium length blond hair sort of swooped to the side a bit, green eyes, 5'9", thin boi with eating problems.
Likes: not much. He likes reading textbooks like a nerd, avoiding contact, coffee (black), ignoring his health, brooding, you know just general angsty nerd stuff
Dislikes: socializing, idiots, the fact that he has to be here, chocolate milk (normal milk is fine), not having control in situations
Crush: unsure yet, but probably Finn
Extra: grew up in a very conservative Christian house

That's six!
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To say Fynn was tired would be an understatement-he had been woken up at 5:00 A.M. and rushed to pack his bags, due to his neglect the night before. Besides that, he had showered, made breakfast from scratch, and rushed to finish his online math homework, all in an hour.

Now, he was being herded onto a yellow bus like cattle, and a teacher had stolen away his luggage, leaving him armed with only his phone and a pillow as he boarded the ugly beast.

Thankfully, time seemed to slow as Fynn folded his pillow in half and flopped down on his side into the first empty seat, closing his eyes so he could fall asleep to the hum of the bus.

Things were descending into chaos on the Senior bus; Papers were being flung everywhere, kids were struggling to fit in to seats, there were multiple fights going on in the back, and Myra swore the guy sitting next to her was looking at nudes from his exes.

This was going to be a long trip, and she knew it.

Lloyd sat in his corner of the bus, reading a book and trying to ignore all the people. He was sometimes picked on for being two years younger than pretty much everyone else, and of course also for being a huge nerd. He didn't really care that much, though. (This is a random place to put this but Lloyd is a closeted gay btw) The other seniors were messing around and throwing things, so Lloyd did his best to just not get hit.

Isak didn’t hear a thing, and he was happy about that. Music pumped through his headphones on a slightly dangerous volume and the bass drowned out any other sound that tried to slip into Isaks world. He had his eyes closed and honsetly didn’t plan on opening them until they stopped. The teenagers around him looked really tired, but he hadn’t been bothered by the early morning at all. The only thing annoying was that usually he had those early mornings to himself. Now… he had to share it with a bunch of other people.

It didn't take very long for somebody to wake Fynn up, demanding he sit up or find a new seat, and they were obviously ticked.

"Go away, can't you see I'm busy drowning in self pity?" Fynn said, propping himself up on his elbow.

Just as the other person was about to speak, a teacher called out.

"Wilkins, you had better scoot over!"

Fynn stood up quickly, raising his voice.

"I was forced to wake up early to get on some god forsaken bus for three hours, and if I'm going to suffer, I'm going to do it in comf-" Fynn stopped speaking as the other person sat down, and he realized his mistake.

"Ah," He mumbled, grabbing his pillow and sitting back down, eyes tearing up.

"That probably looked really dumb," Fynn thought, banging his head against the bus window once, and then twice for good measure.

Isak opened his eyes unwillingly. There was something going on a couple of seats away, some kiddo wanted his seat and the teacher yelled at the one who refused to give it up. Isak sighed and thought about going back into his own world, but then he saw that Fynn sat in the middle of the mess. He looked over at the boy. Fynn was… interesting. But in a good way. Isak wasn’t sure, but he felt like he might have a tiny crush on the blonde boy.

Soon, Fynn decided he was bored, and went about getting attention.

One.

Two.

Three.

He counted each kick he delivered to the seat in front of him, a boyish grin on his face as he started to sing a terrible rendition of Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Lennon.

It almost felt like winning a marathon when the kid next to him starting shifting uncomfortably, and the owner of the seat he was kicking elbowed the seatback to make him stop, which only made him kick harder and sing louder, earning a few glares and complaints from surrounding classmates.

Isak looked over at Fynn as the singing got louder. He couldn’t help but grinn as he watched Fynn annoy the hell out of everyone and everything.

When Fynn got a bit too annoying, even for him, he put his headphones back on. Instead of Country Roads sung by a terrible singing teenager he now listened to Charlie Puth as he joined Wiz Califfa in See You Again. One of his favorites, actually. There was something about that song that made him sometimes listen to it on repeat for at least half an hour. Charlie sang the refrain, and Isak hummed quietly to it.

Virgil was using his phone and stylist to color and shade a few scenes of a comic he was helping his cousin with. If he was going to be trapped in a bright yellow bus from hell he was going to be productive, or he would try, it was pretty hard with some asshole singing a stupid and overplayed song. No, not singing, screaming it. Virgil had enough. "Oi!" He yelled. "Shut up with the screaming or I'll take your vocal cords and tie 'em around your ankles!"

Fynn jumped up to look for the origin of the voice, only to see a Senior on the Sophomore bus.

"This ain't your bus, buddy, so you better endure it!" Fynn yelled, before standing on his seat and belting out The Longest Time, only to get yanked down by a teacher at about a minute in.

The lecture he got was short, but still scary, and Fynn went visibly pale as he shrunk up against the window, singing a bit quieter, but still loudly.

A few more miles passed before the bus pulled over to a gas station, and the teachers made an announcement.

"If anyone wants to go to the bathroom or switch seats, now's the time. Also, don't try bringing any food back,"

Fynn felt his heart burst with happiness as the person next to him got up, and he practically threw his feet up on the warm seat.

"Ahh, perfect,"

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Things on the senior bus were more tame, and through her curtain of hair, Myra noted that most of the elder kids were sleeping, watching videos, or eating food they had smuggled on, spare for a group of boys who were playing bloody knuckles (quiet loudly, may she add).

Lloyd tried his best to ignore the boys on the senior bus, just wanting to read his book in silence. A couple chaperones asked him if he was in the right place since he was younger than the others, so he just informed them that he’d skipped a couple grades and went back to his reading. The boys kept bumping into him and he really wanted to tell them to fuck off, but he stayed silent.

Myra was quick to reprimand them, noticing Lloyd's annoyance.

"Fuck off, asshats. It was funny the first few times, but nobody wants to hear you whining like babies because you barely bruised your knuckle," She snaps, rolling her eyes.

Everybody who was awake turned to look. The boys looked a little embarrassed, and about half of them stopped, but the others kept going.

Myra just scoffed at this and pulled her legs back into her seat.

"So dumb," She mutters.

Lloyd glanced over at Myra, mildly surprised. He didn’t really expect anyone to try and stop the guys from pissing him off. He remembered having seen Myra before in the hallways, and he was pretty sure he had math with her, but they’d never really talked. He smiled slightly to himself and turned back to his book, crossing his ankles as he did.

It was unclear what had happened exactly, but only a few minutes after she yelled, she heard two voices.

"Bro, what the hell?"

Definitely Chad.

Aged eighteen, a total jock who spends the majority of his time trying to get a girlfriend. Sad, really, considering how popular he is.

"I'm sorry, dude. I didn't think you'd actually bleed!" Another voice said.

Myra couldn't identify that one.

"IT'S LITERALLY IN THE GAME TITLE. BLOODY KNUCKLES," Chad shouted, looking a bit mad.

"Shut up. Please," Myra said in a flat but loud tone.

Just two more hours to go.

Virgil looked up to see that the annoying dude who was screeching bad music had moved to sit in the row next to Virgil, just his luck. He glared at the kid for a moment and went back to shading and coloring on his phone quietly. His ear buds were in his bag which was stored away so he couldn't listen to his music, which was a shame because he could really use his music right now. Instead, he simply switched off his black hearing aids, good luck to anyone that tried to bother him. He really didn't know why he was sorred onto this bus, he was too tall for anyone to mistake him as a younger grade so someone probably fucked up on the sorting sheets.

Fynn watched as Virgil glared at him and groaned inwardly.

He didn't want people to hate him, but that was the price of being an attention seeker.

Ding!

Fynn jumped and pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket, reading the message his mother had sent him.

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Met any pretty people so far?

??? No??? We haven't even gotten to the hotel???

Maybe there are some hotties on the bus.

Highly doubtful. All I can smell is testosterone and warm vanilla sugar. That's a bad sign already.

What about that girl, uh, what was her name?

Emily. She's old news though, mom. She moved weeks ago.

Whatever. Have fun, Fynn.

We'll see. ;')

What does ;') mean?

It's me hiding my pain and suffering.

Mhm. Text you tomorrow.

Yikes. I'll be busy floating around in a pool then.

Oh well, guess I won't be there to claim your body when you die of sunburn.

Doubtful. Of both.

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Fynn sighed and closed out his messages, replacing them on his screen with Tumblr.

For the next two hours, he was going to keep to his memes the best he could.