forum I Went To The Woods Because I Wished To Live Deliberately || Brookestone Academy || Fem DPS || Closed

Started January 10, 2023 by @emilyevewrites group

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Juniper was excited. This new school, was so much more fancy than anything she had ever had. She already knew that she was going to get some interesting looks when she hopped out of her dad's truck. However, she saw it as an opportunity for advertising, because she just knew that some of theses girl's families had to have horses. Her father could use the business. As the truck came to a stop, she hopped out of the truck, slammed the door, and hopped up into the back of the truck and threw her luggage out of the back. Her mother snapped harshly at her.
"Aye! Be careful! That's new luggage. We bought that for your time here. You only get one set. Anyways, I want you to be careful here. And I need you to follow the rules. as best as you can."
Her father laughed.
"Oh hush. Let her have her moment. She's excited can't you tell? Come here kiddo."
Juniper hopped out of the back of the truck and walked over to her dad, who ruffled her hair.
"Thanks dad. And I know mom. I'll be careful. I make no promises about the rules though. Rules are made to be broken, and I will break them. Come here. Let me give you guys a hug before I go find out where I'm living."
After giving her parents a hug, she tried her best to look confident as she walked to the juniors girl's dorms. Everything was so new. She walked through the hustle and bustle of girls milling around and found her way to her room. She walked inside and pulled her luggage behind her. She stood in the middle of the room, and put her hands on her hips and sighed.
"Wow. This room is so much bigger than mine at home. Alrighty. New school, new people, new friends. I can do this."

Gayle was able to get her things to her dorm with only a little struggling, thankfully able to avoid any contact with strangers. She didn't really want to have to meet anyone new when she was already anxious about school starting. Hopefully her roommate would be someone that she already knew this year, which would make things easier seeing as she wouldn't have to get comfortable with a whole new person. She hoped she could get comfortable with the new person, or this school year would mean spending a lot of time outside the room. She swallowed and walked down the hall toward her room, glancing around at the other girls unpacking or just walking through the halls.

Some of the girls had their parents with them, and it made Gayle ache in a way that she couldn't quite describe. She wished that her parents had cared enough to drop her off themselves, or help her with her luggage, but they were busy. They were always busy, or so caught up in thought that they might as well be. Gayle had practically raised her younger siblings, since it felt like she spent more time with them than either of their parents. She wondered that when her sister attended this school, she would be the one dropping her off. Maybe by then Gayle would work up the courage to be able to drive a car in the first place, since the idea admittedly frightened her. A lot of things frightened her. At least her only sister was a small six-year-old right now, the youngest out of her siblings.

At any rate, she was nearing her room for the year, suitcase in tow. It was big and heavy, and Gayle was ready to be done dragging it behind her. As she entered the space she would be spending most of her time for the school year, she was met with a new face. The girl was short and stout, built like an athlete. She was pretty, with glasses and curly hair. She looked energetic, if that was possible and, somehow, also…loud. Gayle wasn't sure how to feel about it.

Of course she was getting stuck with a new girl. But who knew, maybe this girl would turn out to be quite nice and easy for her to get along with? Gayle swallowed the bout of nerves that surfaced at the unfamiliar face, stopping her suitcase behind her. Since the girl was standing in the middle of the room, Gayle was unsure which side to choose. She glanced between the left and right side, uncertain. She might as well just ask this girl what side she'd prefer and go from there. The nerves spiked, causing Gayle hover in the doorway without entering. She cleared her throat, hating starting conversations, especially with strangers.

"Um, hi," she muttered, glancing at the girl only to quickly look back at the ground. "I think…I'm supposed to be your roommate?" She spoke haltingly, hesitating as if she were wrong when she was certain she was right. Well, mostly certain. Seeing someone unfamiliar unbalanced her.

(Can it be like the late seventies? Like 1978? Our girl Juniper is a Stars Wars chick 😂)

(Sure! That works :))

Name: Olive Madison

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Year: Junior

Appearance: https://www.artbreeder.com/beta/image/39c78756cdc5e2e30b076c40474a

Clothing Style: She wears modest and minimalistic clothing. Usally wears a hoodie and jeans.

Personality: Olive is very studious and open minded in class; however, she is very reserved and quiet any other time. She doesn't talk much, but when she does talk, she is very sweet, formal and polite. She hardly considers herself a "goody two-shoes", but she does try to follow the rules at the fullest.

Expected Occupation: Pediatrician (Doctor for kids :))

Hobbies: Art, writing, reading, piano (sorta?)

Theme Song: Chopin – Waltz in B minor (Idk if that's her theme song, but this is her favorite waltz)

Quotes: {I'll have to find one ;'(}

Other: She prefers to be referred to by her last name. She is almost always listening to classical music.

(Sorry, this looks so lazily written.)

Juniper turned around when she heard a voice. The girl who had come into the room was lithe and delicate looking, and she looked a little bit startled. Juniper smiled and waved.
"Hi! I would hope you're my roommate, because I don't think I could feel quite at home in a space this big by myself. I'm used to having a sibling or at least an animal in the room with me. This is much nicer than what I'm used too. Oh! Where are my manners!"
Juniper stuck her hand out.
"I'm Juniper. Choose whatever side you like. I'm not picky. Do you need help with anything? I've already brought my things in. I didn't have much. Also, this may sound like a weird question, but have you gone here before? This is all new to me, and I'm going to need help navigating around this place. Technically I'm not supposed to be here, but by some wild chance, I'm here on scholarship until I graduate. Are you on scholarship too?"

Birdie eventually made her way into the right dorm room, which was empty, she sat her stuff on the right, hoping her roommate wouldn't have a problem with it and began unpacking the clothes from her suitcase and putting them in the dresser on her side of the room, she then worked on putting her pairs of shoes, only three, a pair of retro colored high top vans, black converse and a pair of sandals under her bed, where they'd be out of the way. She wanted to get everything settles for herself before she left to walk around campus.

Meg mumbled the numbers under her breath as she counted the doors until she found the one she had been assigned to. She sighed softly in relief as she opened the door and walked in. “Oh, hello.” she said politely as she noticed her roommate before moving to set her things on the left side of the room.

(Oh, who's Avry? Idk who that is— but you could always play a student as well.)

(letsgetlegit_9113)

Name: Emaria Dowling
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Year: Junior
Appearance: Emaria's eyes are dark brown, like her mother's. Her hair is a shade of dirty blonde, again more like her mother, and it falls around her shoulder blades in length when it's let down. She typically wears it either half-up-half-down or down completely. She's athletic and played on the field hockey team at Brookestone. She stands 5'3" in height and weighs 113 lbs. She wears minimal makeup for daily wear to emphasize her eyes and lips. She has a tattoo of a dove on her right hip, and neither of her parents knows about it. Her ears are pierced, and she speaks with a British accent, like both of her parents. Portrayed by Ellen Muth (younger)
Clothing Style: Outside of Brookestone Academy's mandated uniform, Emaria prefers darker colors, taking after both of her parents in this aspect. She likes to wear hoodies over tank tops, and jean shorts over leggings. Emaria 70s outfit reference
Personality: Emaria was a well-behaved child before she turned into a rebellious teenager. She likes to defy her mother in any little way she can, though it makes her jealous and irritated that her mom has such strong control over her emotions and isn't easily affected by her daughter's antics. She's an ISFP-A, Slytherin, and Pisces (Aquarius cusp)
Strengths: Creativity, quick thinking, witty, genuinely smart (when she wants to appear that way)
Weaknesses/Flaws: Stubbornness, rushing into things without thinking, reckless curiosity, and rebelliousness (especially against her mother)
Family History/Background: Both of Emaria's parents are teachers in their own right. This caused Emaria to want to be the furthest thing from a teacher. She doesn't like school, and she consistantly causes problems for her teachers. Her parents finally sent her to Brookestone, hoping she would learn better from the teachers there.
Expected Occupation: Her parents don't really have something the "expect" her to be. But according to Emaria, anything but a teacher will do.
Hobbies: Partying (though her parents are very unaware of this)
Theme Song: Prodigal Daughter - Lights
Quotes: "Why are you hesitating? No one has to know." "I did tell you to go away, didn't I? Okay, yeah, I did. Just checking." "I've swear heard this same lesson a hundred times by now. You could at least change it up a bit."
Other:I have her page linked. Most of the stuff on it is here in the template. Overall, it's currently being worked on, so please humor the spottiness of information, and just ignored the sections that mention her magic.

(Aww ❤️ But you know I can't resist slipping Farah in somehow)

Emaria stepped out of her parent's car and shut the door firmly behind her. She eyed the building and the other students rushing around her with disdain. This hadn't been how her high school experience was supposed to happen. She was supposed to go to the school her parents taught at where all of her friends she'd had since kindergarten were. Not here. This was ridiculous. Her third year in this hell hole.

She heard the passenger-side door shut, and her mother's voice came from over her shoulder. "Emaria, what have we told you about slamming doors?"

The teenager rolled her eyes before turning to face her mother. Farah looked every inch like the intimidating headmistress she was. While Emaria hated it here, she had to admit that she would've hated it even more being under her mother's jurisdiction at home and school for four years. But she never admitted to her mother that she preferred Brookestone. That would mean letting Farah win, and that wouldn't happen more than it was supposed to if Emaria had any say in it.

"Farah, relax," came the voice of her father. Emaria turned to see him wrapping an arm around her mother's waist to soothe her. "It's her first day back. Let her be mad if she wants to be. I'm sure it's because she'll miss us." Saul looked at Emaria with a grin at the same time Farah looked up at Saul with eyebrows arched incredulously.

"Please. If she misses anything, it will be your runs and little self-defense sessions. It won't be me," Farah remarked, looking back to her daughter. "Do you want any help with your bags? We could help you carry them up to your room."

Emaria was already shaking her head. "No, I'm good," she insisted, but she noticed that her father had one of her bags in his free hand already. She sighed reluctantly. "Fine."

As the three made their way up the stairs, Emaria maintained a strict ten-foot lead on her parents. God, they were embarrassing. Emaria glanced at the wrinkled letter in her hands and checked the room number. Please don't let there be someone else in here, she prayed, but when she pushed the door open, she had no such luck. There was already a pale blonde girl hanging clothes up in the wardrobe on her side of the room. Fantastic.

She would've said something to the girl, but her parents were already in the doorway. Farah studied the room while Saul set down all of the bags he'd been carrying. He grinned down at Emaria before pulling her into a quick hug. Emaria reluctantly hugged him back before glancing at her mother. Farah hesitated a moment before offering a hug of her own. Emaria obliged her mother for a moment, then each of them took a small step back.

"Have a good semester," Farah said before Saul took her hand and led her back out into the hallway.

Thankfully, he shut the door behind them, and Emaria let out a long sigh before turning back to her roommate. "Uh, hey," she greeted simply. She reached for her bags and began to toss her suitcases on her bed so she could begin to unpack. "I'm Emaria."

Juniper turned around when she heard a voice. The girl who had come into the room was lithe and delicate looking, and she looked a little bit startled. Juniper smiled and waved.
"Hi! I would hope you're my roommate, because I don't think I could feel quite at home in a space this big by myself. I'm used to having a sibling or at least an animal in the room with me. This is much nicer than what I'm used too. Oh! Where are my manners!"
Juniper stuck her hand out.
"I'm Juniper. Choose whatever side you like. I'm not picky. Do you need help with anything? I've already brought my things in. I didn't have much. Also, this may sound like a weird question, but have you gone here before? This is all new to me, and I'm going to need help navigating around this place. Technically I'm not supposed to be here, but by some wild chance, I'm here on scholarship until I graduate. Are you on scholarship too?"

Gayle blinked, taken aback by the sheer extroversion of her new roommate. This was going to be a lot, wasn't it? Hopefully they would get along. She would do her best, even though the chipper words of her roommate already seemed as if they might tire her out if she spent too long around the other girl. For a moment she just looked at Juniper's hand before shaking it, her grip gentle. She took in a breath before she responded to all of Juniper's comments.

"My name is Gayle, and yes, I've gone here before," she said softly, meeting Juniper's eyes for a moment before quickly looking away. She supposed she might look a bit like a startled deer in this state. "I'm not a scholarship, though. I guess…if you don't mind…I'll take the left side." As she spoke, she released her grip on Juniper's hand and slowly moved towards that side of the room, taking her stuff with her. Gayle actually did enjoy unpacking; it was somewhat therapeutic, almost. She loved decorating a living space. She had brought some posters, polaroids, and string lights to liven up her side of the dorm. She loved the soft lighting they gave off.

Without much else to say to her new roommate, she began unpacking. She didn't turn her back on Juniper though, not wanting to seem rude. She was trying not to feel the anxiety roiling in her stomach from this sudden meeting. Juniper seemed nice though, at least. That was good. She could work with nice, even if her roommate was also loud. She really did want to be friends, despite her nervousness around the girl.

Meg mumbled the numbers under her breath as she counted the doors until she found the one she had been assigned to. She sighed softly in relief as she opened the door and walked in. “Oh, hello.” she said politely as she noticed her roommate before moving to set her things on the left side of the room.

Birdie looked up, staring at her new roommate with her wide, doll-like eyes.
"Hello," she said dreamily. "I'm Bernadette, but you can call me Birdie."

She stuck out her hand for a handshake, it was caramel colored and thin, the wrist bone poking out dominantly.

Gayle blinked, taken aback by the sheer extroversion of her new roommate. This was going to be a lot, wasn't it? Hopefully they would get along. She would do her best, even though the chipper words of her roommate already seemed as if they might tire her out if she spent too long around the other girl. For a moment she just looked at Juniper's hand before shaking it, her grip gentle. She took in a breath before she responded to all of Juniper's comments.

"My name is Gayle, and yes, I've gone here before," she said softly, meeting Juniper's eyes for a moment before quickly looking away. She supposed she might look a bit like a startled deer in this state. "I'm not a scholarship, though. I guess…if you don't mind…I'll take the left side." As she spoke, she released her grip on Juniper's hand and slowly moved towards that side of the room, taking her stuff with her. Gayle actually did enjoy unpacking; it was somewhat therapeutic, almost. She loved decorating a living space. She had brought some posters, polaroids, and string lights to liven up her side of the dorm. She loved the soft lighting they gave off.

Without much else to say to her new roommate, she began unpacking. She didn't turn her back on Juniper though, not wanting to seem rude. She was trying not to feel the anxiety roiling in her stomach from this sudden meeting. Juniper seemed nice though, at least. That was good. She could work with nice, even if her roommate was also loud. She really did want to be friends, despite her nervousness around the girl.

Juniper went to the right and began putting her clothes away. She took out some family photos, a camera, and Star Wars posters. They brought her comfort, because even though she was farther from home than she'd like, she still felt close to some fantasy heroes in a galaxy that didn't really exist. She wanted to start some simple conversation.
"So Gayle, where are you from, what do you parents do, and what do you want to be when you go to college?"

Gayle glanced over at her roommate's side of the room, curious about what decor she was using. The way someone decorated their room could say a lot about a person. Clearly, Juniper was into Star Wars and most likely already missed her family. It seemed she also liked taking pictures? Beyond that, though, there wasn't much that Gayle could gather. So far, her side only had a few music posters and polaroids on it. Her friends beamed from the polaroids and the faces of a few fairly popular groups–The Ramones, Boney M., and Duran Duran, to be specific–watched from their posters. She was starting to get into rock music recently, despite her past favorites being on more on the side of pop, disco, and R&B. It was nice to decorate the space, and she began to relax a little as she put up the string lights near her bed, adding a cute lavender bedspread and white blanket on top of her bed to compliment her current setup. Gayle was loved decorating and fashion, making everything she owned a way to express herself since she was often too shy to talk about it instead.

Juniper's question made her turn again, glancing her roommate for a moment before moving on to adding some more polaroids to the small collage she was building. So they were going to be chatting then. It might not hurt to get to know her roommate a bit better, maybe it'd even make her a bit more comfortable with the girl.

"Not too far from here," she answered the first part of the question. "I only live about an hour away, so sometimes I can visit for the weekends when my parents make the drive. My dad owns a successful business and my mom's a professor. Um, and I'm going to go to med school and become a doctor. I've always been good at science and biology, so it makes sense." She gave a small smile. Her parents had wanted her to be one of the stereotypical "prestigious, high-paying" sort of jobs since she was young, trying to get her to be lawyer (which she had too much social anxiety for), a surgeon (which she had too much anxiety for), or a doctor (which Gayle had reluctantly agreed to). If she were a pediatrician it wouldn't be so bad. She would mostly be interacting with children (who she could handle) and their parents (so at least the adults weren't there for themselves), and most of her duties would likely be checkups or general stuff. So she had accepted her fate a while ago; besides, being a pediatrician really wasn't something she was opposed to at all, but it was still frustrating to not be given much of a choice. Gayle wasn't sure what she would choose if it were up to her, which it wasn't, so it was no use thinking about.

"What about you?" she asked, turning the question back on her roommate.

Juniper laughed.
"I live about three hours away. It's around 120 miles. It's about a five day ride by horse. Just in case I needed to get back and the car doesn't work. That's happened before. I rode my horse to school for weeks. Let's see, I'm nothing too fancy. My parents are immigrants from Scotland. So I'm a first generation student here in the United States. My mom teacher British history and literature at the high school I should be at right now. My father is a farrier and blacksmith. He makes horse shoes and makes sure horses are ready to go. He looks after their hooves and legs. He's the best in a ten hour radius, and he's always willing to travel. Which means we have some wealthy customers. On his free time, he makes whatever people need, and I help. He rarely charges for the items he makes. But sometimes we need the extra cash. We've never been well off. That's why my mother jumped at the opportunity to send me here. This school offered to pay for my two years here. As for what I want to do, I've thought about being a veterinarian, and I would love to be one, but I also like making things with my hands. I got that from my dad. I would also like to be a prosthetist. It would be really cool to make limbs for people. But ya know, I could combine the two and make my own career and make artificial limbs for animals. Who knows?"
Juniper glanced and saw the Boney M. poster.
"Hey, didn't he do a new album? Something like Night light to Venus? Night flight? Star light? Oh whatever the title is. I just know I like his song Rasputin on the new album."

Birdie looked up, staring at her new roommate with her wide, doll-like eyes.
"Hello," she said dreamily. "I'm Bernadette, but you can call me Birdie."

She stuck out her hand for a handshake, it was caramel colored and thin, the wrist bone poking out dominantly.

Meg set down her bags and nodded at her roommate. “I’m Mehan Hill.” she replied, politely shaking Birdie's hand. Though her hand was clearly different with small scars, callouses, and a sun-kissed tan. “It's nice to meet you. I hope we can get along as roommates.” she added sincerely.

There was a lot of pressure to get this right, that much had been implied by her father. Lisette knew that he would never say it out loud but he expected a lot from her.

Her brother had visited that week before school started and as usual, Aaron and her father got into a pretty serious fight. There had been a yelling match that lasted for a good while before silence took over the mansion, their echoes stopping briefly before Aaron stormed out.

She didn't understand why her father was so hellbent on wanting Aaron to pick up on the family business, he was doing his own thing and that was enough, he was making a lot on his own, and he was successful.

Last night she hadn't gotten any sleep thinking about the events that had unfolded that week, thinking about how everything was better before her mother died, the family was well put together, Aaron and her father didn't dare fight because they knew it would put more stress on her mother, but after she had passed everything fell apart. Things were worse off and Lisette wished that her mother were still alive to help mend things, but there was no repairing their broken relationship. Lisette found herself in the middle, stopping both parties from hurting each other, and somehow she was supposed to pick a side. Aaron was a good brother, he didn't ask that of her, and understood if she decided to stick with their father, but her father didn't want Lisette anywhere near Aaron.

Lisette had been put under a lot of stress before and she found that the more stress was added to her, the better she performed, yet she wished she didn't have to deal with family issues as soon as she started school again.

Part of her was grateful she was starting, it would take her mind off things and she would be away.

Lisette was in the middle of putting up some of her clothes, still lost in thought, when someone else entered the room. Her eyes trailed the other smoothly, eyeing the girl and her parents. Lisette didn't say anything and kept unpacking her stuff until everything was laid out in front of her on the bed. She was still deciding where she was going to put everything.
When the girl spoke, Lisette closed her suitcase, locked it, and started shelving things. Putting the current books she was reading on the small desk beside her bed.
"A pleasure," Lisette said, resorting to formality. "My name's Lisette and it looks like we're stuck with each other" She spoke, not really giving her words much thought. Lisette stopped and looked over at Emaria for a second. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any trouble with her as Lisette took her studies very seriously. She didn't need anyone interrupting her when a big test would be coming up.

Juniper laughed.
"I live about three hours away. It's around 120 miles. It's about a five day ride by horse. Just in case I needed to get back and the car doesn't work. That's happened before. I rode my horse to school for weeks. Let's see, I'm nothing too fancy. My parents are immigrants from Scotland. So I'm a first generation student here in the United States. My mom teacher British history and literature at the high school I should be at right now. My father is a farrier and blacksmith. He makes horse shoes and makes sure horses are ready to go. He looks after their hooves and legs. He's the best in a ten hour radius, and he's always willing to travel. Which means we have some wealthy customers. On his free time, he makes whatever people need, and I help. He rarely charges for the items he makes. But sometimes we need the extra cash. We've never been well off. That's why my mother jumped at the opportunity to send me here. This school offered to pay for my two years here. As for what I want to do, I've thought about being a veterinarian, and I would love to be one, but I also like making things with my hands. I got that from my dad. I would also like to be a prosthetist. It would be really cool to make limbs for people. But ya know, I could combine the two and make my own career and make artificial limbs for animals. Who knows?"
Juniper glanced and saw the Boney M. poster.
"Hey, didn't he do a new album? Something like Night light to Venus? Night flight? Star light? Oh whatever the title is. I just know I like his song Rasputin on the new album."

Gayle listened as her roommate talked. She didn't mind listening much; it was nice to learn about other people and hear their stories, though she disliked talking about herself. Juniper had shared more about her family and life than Gayle had cared to. Gayle really only said what she had to in order to answer Juniper's questions, and not much more than that. Maybe if they got closer and became good friends Gayle would talk more, but for now she was mostly limited to sharing in smaller chunks. It still felt as if her and Juniper were virtually strangers.

She looked over at the poster, smiling a little at Juniper's guesses. "You're pretty close; it's Nightflight to Venus. I really like the new album," she responded, glancing back at her roommate as she spoke, but quickly looking away again. She didn't like eye contact much: it felt too personal. "Rasputin's a good song." She had liked Boney M. since their debut album came out, before she had started to get into rock music, but there was something about their style that she adored. Her favorites now included a mixture of different genres, and she felt cool for branching out. She liked to listen to music when she studied sometimes, or the rare moments of true alone time she had. She had slowly become more into it. Perhaps she would play a few of her records while her roommate was here if she didn't mind. She was building up a collection of records, which may someday in the distant future rival her book collection if she kept it up. Her mother had always been happy to feed her love of books.

She didn't start any new tracks in the conversation, most likely because she didn't know what to say. What if she said something stupid? Or went on a tangent that Juniper didn't like or didn't care about? What if she tried to tell a joke and Juniper thought she was the least funny person on the planet? Gayle didn't want to jeopardize a possible friendship by saying the wrong thing. So she supposed that she would let Juniper keep the conversation going–if she still wanted to talk to Gayle. At least the other girl seemed to approve her music taste. Gayle seriously needed to stop caring what her peers thought, but that was about as easy as scaling Mount Everest for her. The idea that she would do or say the wrong thing could be paralyzing sometimes.