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a group role play,
featuring :
Detox__, Krad_Nogard, WhiteStar, Raiden, Beware Goreville, and AtomSmasher.​
 
Lovley introduction pic there dear.

If anyone want's to make the first post, go right ahead. First come, first serve.
 
  • There were just so many difficult things to being a cheerleader. For instance, the ability to be able to be a spotter and a flyer, or maybe even a flyer, base, and a spotter. No, this female was a flyer. The girl that got tossed in the air and was able to do a tight, coordinated flip before landing in a supportive nest of girl's arms. Why yes, that was miss Sonnie Monroe here. Chewing softly on a piece of Hubba Bubba bubble gum, the sour watermelon flavor was starting to fade away, the female walking to her sixth period where just yesterday, she had brought up a toying idea to the football players and cheerleaders that dwell within that class.

    Truth be told, no one else really mattered as far as Football matters went, because really, what was the point of telling a nerd about something like that? She hadn't really thought anything of it, although today being the day of the big game, evidently a few of the football players had taken her seriously and a set of her friends were not too happy about the 'If they win' aspect of it. Apparently, sex was only better if you showed a bit of leg and flashed something rather than it being out of a joking bet. Rolling her light brown eyes up to the ceiling, the curvy figure of the cheer leading captain moved down the hallway, smiling softly at a few 'Hello's from freshmen who upheld their name in a rather annoying way, still chewing silently on her gum.

    Blowing a bubble once she reached the economics class, it might as well have been a free, easy grade, despite having to constantly and randomly bring books to class, the fire haired girl glanced out the large windows, the April weather just begging for the football game to start. Full lips pouting softly, Sonnie moved to her seat, knowing that soon enough she would be surrounded by her friends, her smooth legs crossed just lightly and she ignored the stares that were directed toward her. Sonnie was a catch, a different sort of catch to say the least. She was a red head, a natural red head, but it was a vibrant red, with light brown eyes and freckles splashed across her upper cheekbones, her lightly sun kissed skin was thanks to the hours upon hours of cheer leading practices called on weekends. Cargo black shorts that stopped at the middle of her thighs, there was an impatient tick within her as she popped her gum for the umpteenth time since it had been in her mouth.[/list:u]
 
Masako had gotten into school early that day to finish up some chemistry homework she was working on as a project for the class she had in 4th bell. Sheâ??d heard about the bet Sonnie had made with the football team from one of the other cheerleaders and was absolutely furious about it. Sheâ??d been that same towering fury for most of the day; even her friends were starting to avoid her until she managed to begin to calm herself down. Masako was your standard military-family brat type with a body that left a lot of the boys in the school drooling after her; but rumor had it that she was a closet lesbian. The rumors werenâ??t true of course but she also hadnâ??t been seen trying to win anyone over.

She strode down the hallway toward her sixth class of the day with Sonnie and a few of the other cheerleaders; the group were usually friends and hung out together afterall. But this â??betâ? of Sonnieâ??s had gone too far. And Masako had been harassed more than once since then about it, a few football players eyeing her and high-fiving. Adjusting her knee length honey blonde hair into a high, oriental styled ponytail, she walked into the classroom and made her way to her seat next to her friendsâ??. Today she was in a jet black halter top that was barely constraining her very large bust and vietnam-era military fatigue pants with combat boots and fingerless gloves.

â??Sonnie. Why did you make that bet?â? She asked in a deceptively mild tone of voice. â??Because if you got us all screwed over because of it, Iâ??m really going to be mad.â?
 
  • Britney could just kill that bitch of a so-called friend named Soonie. Was the girl absolutely bonkers? That bet she made with the was going to be the end of her reputation as the good girl, the one who didn't make bets with football players that allowed them to do whatever they felt like after they won. She knew that the only thing that ran through teenage boy's minds was sex, especially when they got to do whatever they wanted with three hot cheerleaders. Now nothing was confirmed with the bet, no one had actually even mentioned the word sex, well at least not to Britney they hadn't. The girl wasn't stupid though, she knew what was going to happen, or at least she was pretty sure. Either they were going to get fucked or they would have to be involved in some childish prank the football players did every year. To be honest, she'd much rather have sex with them than be involved in that stupid crap.

    She strolled nervously down the hall, her breaths coming in short and her bottom lip practically bruised from how hard she was biting on it. Normally she would be twirling her dirty blond hair between her fingers, laughing and flirting with a cute guy near his locker, but not today, not when she knew that her reputation was at stake. Britney wasn't exactly a saint, not by any means, but she didn't have sex unless she was dating the person she was going to have sex with, it was just something her mother taught her. Her mother always said "if you're not dating the man, you're a whore." Britney would take that piece of information to the grave.

    She walked into Economics class with a scowl on her face as she stared at Sonnie, dropping her books on her desk and crossing one leg over another, her shorts barely covering her upper thighs. Accompanying the shorts was a skintight t-shirt that had a pricey label written right across her breasts and a pair of black flip flops. "I could just slap you silly, Sonnie." She whispered to the girl, crossing her arms over her chest. "I still can't believe you made this stupid bet with the football players. You know what they want if they win, I even told you what they would want." Her voice seemed to continuously grow in volume. "They're practically undefeated, we're fucked, literally." She rolled her light blue eyes and played with her chest length hair nervously. It was obvious that Britney shared Masako's feelings on this whole bet and was not too pleased with the whole ordeal.
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â??Undefeated. Pah!â? Masako let out, crossing her arms under her breasts and leaned back in her chair and put her boots up on the desk and crossed them at the ankles. One of the benefits of wearing long pants was that you could do this without anyone looking! Masako had in mind to try and drug the QB or another key position on the team to try and make them lose. She was already figuring out a plan for doing it too: involving some sedative or laxative poured into their Gatorade. She couldnâ??t just let this happen, she really had no interest in sex at all, period. The entire prospect of it actually scared her tremendously because if her mother found out her familyâ??d promptly disown her. They lived by strict rules and one of them was not to fool around before marriage, or if they did: always use protection.

â??Maybe we should screw them over first?â? She grinned at Britney.
 
  • Of course, there was always a few negative reactions to something that had only been a joke, continuing to chew calmly on her gum as Masako stormed into the classroom and tried to butcher her up. Tugging only lightly at her sea foam green off the shoulder shirt, the red head only looked up once when Masako spoke of her being really mad if the end result was her totally proving to everyone that she wasn't a lesbian. The girl was a good friend, and Sonnie held nothing against lesbians, but it was a question that should be brought to the table. Not speaking because she knew there would be more complaints to soar her way, it was as though right on cue came Britney, her flip flops making that annoying noise as she walked in.

    Chewing softly onto her bottom lip, the threat to slap her wasn't what got her, no it was the fact that no one evidently had any confidence in perhaps the football team wouldn't win. Sure it was a fat chance, but wasn't that what a bet was? Alright, Sonnie had totally had enough of this cry baby complaining nonsense, "You guys just can't take a freakin' joke, can you?" That was the first thing to come out of her mouth, looking between her prude friend and her well. . Borderline lesbian friend. Sonnie let out a soft sigh, leaning forward against her desk to blow and pop another bubble before re - crossing her legs, "Look, it's not that big of a deal and EVEN then, have some optimism girls! The other team, is just as good as ours is, just as practically undefeated," With this, she looked over to Britney, her wedge heeled sandals brushing across the ground as she shifted in her seat.

    "Sure, it's not optimistic to hope our team loses, but think of it this way. . " Pausing again and looking around the room, Sonnie pointed to a male near the corner of the classroom, his face looking like a pizza that had been thrown around in the box far too many times, "Would you rather get screwed by a bunch of him and his friends, or at least someone you know?" That was a valuable point. "No offense." Sonnie called over to him, smiling brightly when he said 'None taken' he was simply excited that she had acknowledged his existence in the first place. Evidently, just by the look on Masako's face, she was plotting, Sonnie rolling her eyes and knowing that she was going to go down fighting, and it would be a damn shame, so much of a shame that she would never hear the end of it, if Masako did wind up with a dick somewhere in her. Keeping herself from snickering at the thought, Sonnie spoke up again, "So shut the hell up complaining. I mean Jesus, if it bothers you both so much then let's do something about it. We're cheerleaders. We have more access to their shit then anyone else." [/list:u]
 
  • Britney took in both of their reactions as she pulled out her brush and ran it through her hair, trying to keep her precious locks perfect throughout the day was a hard task, but it was one she was up for to look perfect. Of course Sonnie would take it as a joke, she was the one who made the damn bet, but was she prepared for the consequences? She looked over to her friend, sizing her up, yes, she probably was ready for the consequences for her little game. The girl sighed at the suggestion from Masako to screw over the boys. How in the hell could they do that? Steal one of their shoes? That wouldn't do anything to hinder their imminent success.

    So the other team was practically undefeated as well? That Britney's chances of not having one of the football player's cocks shoved inside of her greatly and she liked that the odds were becoming more and more in her favor. Her eyes looked over to the male with obvious acne problems and she let out another sigh, Sonnie was right, she would much rather have one of the muscular football players fuck her than one of the losers in their class. "Fine, fine, fine!" She groaned, slamming her brush back into her backpack. "Yes, I'd rather have one of our friends fuck me, but still...I'd rather not do anything with any of them." Her face morphed into one of disgust at the thought of one of the males cackling in victory as he plunged into her. "What the hell are we going to do to sabotage their asses? Viagara? Sleeping pills? It'd be quite interesting for the males to keep their dicks inside their cups when they're horny as hell." She giggled at the thought, but instantly stopped as she realized that might just get them riled up for after they won the game and began to screw the three of them with their drug induced dicks. "Forget I mentioned Viagara."

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Masako just shrugged in response to what Sonnie said about the being screwed by the pimply faced loser over there or someone they knew. The busty blonde didnâ??t really like either side as they didnâ??t have what she wanted: a balance of brains and brawn. The nerds were all brain and no brain while the football players were jerks..jocks: tiny dicked and tiny brained from all their testosterone. She just thought about it for a few moments as she looked at her friends and interlaced her fingers as she did and kicked her feet of the desk and leaned forward as she did. â??hmm.â? She let out.

â??Ipecac.â? Masako said. â??Itâ??s tasteless and we can EASILY pour it into their Gatorade, and theyâ??d never realize it until their puking their guts out.â? She snickered evilly. â??But that wouldnâ??t make me a good cheerleader would it?â? She asked with a sigh. â??I donâ??t really like anyone on the team, Iâ??m not fond of jocks.â? Masako admitted. â??And to answer your question: Iâ??d rather get porked by the family dog than either of them.â? The blonde said irately. â??At least thereâ??s no ego to appease.â?
 
OOC: Have any of the football players posted?
OOC: Who's the Captain of the cheerleading and who's QB?
 
  • ooc : Nope, none of the other football players have posted,
    but you can if you like. Sonnie's the captain and the quarterback position
    is up to the football players to decide. Simply whoever puts it in their post.[/list:u]
 
Being on the football team was like being one of the knights of camelot. Basically, the football players had power, and most people say power corrupts the beholders of power, but fact of the matter is, they're just jealous that they don't have that sweet delicious get away with anything power. With their winning streak, Sebastian hadn't shown up for a few of his classes. Qiuite frankly, the teachers know that if Sebastian one of the star players of the football team were to be unable to play, well let's just say they might not have that job any more.

The time was an hour before lunch, and Sebastian was still in his bed sleeping with nothing but his boxer briefs. His sheets were down on the ground. Sebastian was getting well rested for this "bet" Sonnie had gave them. Sebastian was getting well rested for it so that he can get ready to PULVERIZE THEM. That was all that matters, winning, it didn't matter what the reward was Sebastian didn't like losing, and especially to girls who all they do is cheer and showcase their legs and some arm extensions.
 
David pulled on his letterman jacket and his backpack, after taking them out of the gym locker. It had been another usual gymclass, though there were a few cheerleaders in his class, and with the recent development, it was interesting to see them. He cracked open his bottle of water and drained half of it on his way up the stairs, and to his Economics class.

He passed Sonnie's seat and gave her a nod. He'd known her since he was a freshman, and since she was the captian of the cheerleading squad, and he the QB of the team, they had always had a bit of a rivalry for who helped the team win. The girls all claimed it was the spirit that their routine that made the school win.
 
Masako saw David come in and followed him with her eyes and groaned internally and shook her head. This was one of those jocks on the football team, in fact; he was the king jock of the team and Masako didnâ??t really like him that much. To her, he seemed far too smug about how the team was going with their season. But sheâ??d put on a good face and offered him an empty smile and brushed her hair out of her eyes. â??Hey David, whatâ??s up? You looking forward to the game later on?â? She asked him in a seemingly friendly fashion. Inside she was screaming out against being friendly with him, why should she? She wanted to put their spirits DOWN for the game, not up dammit.

The Economics class was usually the one nobody paid attention to anyway so, while they were in back, they could talk amongst themselves without being penalized if they kept it down. Unlike the other cheerleaders, Masako never showed off her body unless it was during the games and due to the uniform. She liked long pants and jackets, stuff like that; comfy stuff that wasnâ??t all pinching and tight.
 
He sat down in the chair and stuffed his back pack under it. "Hey Masako." He said as she greeted him. He wasn't sure weather or not she was acting, or if she perhaps haddn't heard about the bet. "Yeah, it'll be a fun game." He answered, thinking about the team they were going up aganst.

He and Masako never really talked to eachother alot, they were more of close aquaintences, just having classes togeather throughout highschool. He decided not to mention the bet himself, he wanted to see if one of them would.
 
Water cascaded over his shoulders and down his body, into the drain. The man, stood under the shower head at the school, just after his P.E class. He stood about 6'4, had a lean and muscular body and hands that did not match his body. His hands were huge. Though, being the school's Star Wide Receiver, his body was perfect. He hated how most people only saw the good receivers as being African American. It was one the biggest trash talked against him. Fact is, he was a tall, white male, who knew how to out muscle and out run the defenders. A sigh escaped his lips as he realized that the game was tonight. Something he had been looking forward to until just this morning. . .

As he got out, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed out of the locker room. He would be there soon enough. Though having the bet with the cheerleaders was nice, he wasn't sure if he could go through with it. He was too nice. . .unless that is, you were playing against him. He wore simple white basketball shorts, with a white tee shirt that had the school's mascot on it. It's not as though he was a wimp or uncompetitive, he was just nice. His name was Colton Ramsey, and someday he hoped that it would be a household name. For a moment, he thought about the game. David had better come ready to compete and get him the ball. On second thought, maybe was was a bit cocky. . .

After buying a Gatorade, he made his way toward the school's office. He picked up a late pass and headed to Econ. He hated that class. Colton knew almost everyone else was in this class, probably the only reason he took it. The door opened slowly and the tall, brown haired male made his way into the room. Before the teacher could open his mouth he handed him the note. With one glance the teacher nodded and he was on his way. He took his seat behind Sonnie and just sat back. He checked his phone for anything, then put his head in his hand and started to dose. . .
 
  • So far it appeared as though she had somewhat wavered Britney's mind, knowing the girl still had her doubts, Sonnie had her own doubts herself. Sure, it would be a hell of a lot easier if the guys just lost the game and forfeited the next two, that would be fabulous. But of course, there were pros and cons to everything, and this one evidently had quite a few cons. But then came Masako, there to tear any optimism down and stomp on it with her combat boots, Sonnie scrunching her lightly freckled nose just slightly before letting out a sigh and melting down into her seat. "Oh Masako." Making the football team puke up their intestines did not sound like a fabulous idea, one of the ideas that you would save as a last resort on ANY measure, and the one that would only be used if one of the football players decided to talk shit. However, she leaned forward just slightly and set her chin in her hand, looking over to Britney at her optimistic, though aimless suggestions. "I'm going to vote for sleeping pills before I vote for Viagara." Teenage guys on Viagara. . That was a horrible, horrible idea, though it made her laugh anyway at the face Britney made in realizing that it wasn't the best idea ever.

    Rolling her light brown orbs back over to Masako, she tapped her manicured fingernails against her lips and inhaled a soft breath of air when Masako admitted to not being fond of jocks. "Masako. . How the hell are you a cheerleader?" Sure, she herself wasn't fawning over the football team and draping herself over them like the underclassmen cheerleaders were, but to not have any fair amount of interest? It was partially annoying. Ah well, that's what she got for expecting a girl who wore camo and combat boots to be optimistic on the first try. Looking up just slightly when David entered the class and gave her a faint nod, she smiled softly before turning her vision back to Masako, leaning forward carefully just so the two girls could hear, "Besides Masako, when was the last time you got any anyway?" Britney had at least had a few boyfriends, and with her ways, she had gotten herself through her sexual frustrations on the occasions that she needed to. Listening to the silence that separated the question from the answer, Sonnie giggled softly, before announcing boldly, "Sounds like never."

    By now, two out of three of the football players within this class, another smile was given to Colton, once she heard him sit down, Sonnie turned carefully to look between the two males, a smile appearing that exposed her pearly whites, "So. . How is everyone?" [/list:u]
 
Masako recoiled some when Sonnie asked her about how she got to be a cheerleader when she didnâ??t have any interest in the players. The fact was that they just werenâ??t what she wanted; Masako was the girl of them with the higher standards because of her own belief. Maybe she was being a bitch due to her belief of being descended from Aphrodite because of her familyâ??s long lineage back to Ancient Greece? â??Iâ??m a cheerleader because I tried out for it and you have to admit: I am damn sexy.â? Masako said in a tone full of confidence and stretched her arms upward to make her body stand out a bit.

But stopped instantly and turned cold when Sonnie asked her if sheâ??d ever gotten laid; fact was Masako was a virgin through her personalityâ??s preset defenses. â??Well I never have to be honest.â? She blushed at Sonnie. â??I think Iâ??m scared of it because I heard that it really hurts the first time then just feels weird after it.â? The blonde admitted in a very quiet, 6-inch voice. Perhaps Sonnie was right and she needed to be more positive about it? But she was still afraid.

â??Oh hi there.â? She said and waved to the other players and looked at them sharply and smiled faintly some, just trying to be more optimistic. "You guys are a bit late, he's been droning on for the last ten minutes." Masako said to the tardy football players. "Looking forward to the game later?"
 
Sebastianâ??s alarm clock was set to go off at 11:40 A.M. The starting time for sixth period, but the current time now is 12:00 PM; it has been twenty minutes into sixth period. Sebastian was supposed to have been up by this time because it takes him an hour to get to school. It couldnâ??t be helped with Sebastian was still too deep into his dream, a wet dream at that. He was a growing teenager boy who basically had any girl he wanted because being a player on the football team meant dating basically anybody he wanted.

Most of the football players dated cheerleaders, since that was the order in the social ladder. Sebastian had dated Sonnie, Britney and he probably would have dated Masako but for some reason she just didnâ??t find him attractive enough. Sebastian was 6â??2, 170lbs. Those pounds are mostly muscle. He needed to be strong, and quick, that was his job. Being the Tight End (TE), basically his main job was to block for the QB, or Running Back. He can catch too only on short possession, thatâ??s when Quarter Backs usually toss it to the TE.

As luck may have had it, a car was speeding by Sebastianâ??s neighborhood causing the car alarms to go off, making Sebastian make a groaning noise. â??Fucking bitâ?¦.châ? he said grabbing his pillow and tossing it at the window, when his head was now lying against the mattress that caused Sebastian to wake up. â??Fucking crapâ?¦â? he said when he saw the time on the alarm clock. The bet was supposed to take place last period, which was eighth period.

Sebastian might have to get another speeding ticket, or heâ??ll arrive late.
 
  • How the hell did Masako know all of that about a simple drug? What the hell did she do in her spare time? Britney shook the thought from her head and gave a small wave and a smile to David as he entered the classroom. David was in on the bet so she considered being a cold bitch to him, but there was always the chance that they could lose tonight's game, like Sonnie said, the chances of them losing were pretty damn slim though. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as the male mentioned that tonight was going to be a fun game. Tonight's game was going to be anything but fun, it was going to be stressful as hell.

    As Colt walked in Britney waved and smiled to him as well, he was always nice to her, despite this stupid bet thing. "Good morning Colt." She said in a teasing voice as he came and sat down, obviously tired or pissed off about something from the way he looked. The girl turned her attention back to Sonnie, laughing slightly as she wondered how Masako was a cheerleader, something Britney wondered on a daily basis. The girl seemed a bit...butch to be dancing around in a skirt with pompoms, she seemed like she would be hanging out with the art kids or the lesbians, but no, somehow she hung out with her and Sonnie. Oh well, she was nice at least.

    Britney giggled as Masako mentioned she was a virgin, something both her and Sonnie already knew just from looking at the girl. She knew Sonnie wasn't a virgin and neither was she, she had enough boyfriends over the past year or two and went all the way with about three or so, more than enough to make her experienced. Poor Masako though, had she ever even seen a dick? Britney wasn't going to ask her that though, at least not in public. "Yes, how is everyone this lovely day?" Her voice oozed with obvious sarcasm, not too happy that today was the day that the bet would be was going to be won by the boys.[/list:u]
 
If the extremely busty blonde had her way, the football team wasnâ??t going to do a damn thing because she was either going to slip out of the game before the final quarter or renege on the deal. And the point of fact was that she did hang out with art kids every so often, they were at least creative for the most part and were pretty smart too. Masako did like the cheerleaders though, they were friendly once you got past their so-called icy, mean demeanors; bunch of giggly idiots sometimes sure but still nice. She knew a lot about chemicals like that because one of her classes was chemistry in 4th period; to stay on the team she had to keep her grades high so thatâ??s what she did.

And her mom, being a strict militaristic bitch did make sure that she didnâ??t do too much that would hamper her chances at a good college. In fact; said woman would be at the game herself to see it as she sometimes was. She could still hear the sarcasm on Britneyâ??s voice though and smirked, leaning over to her after her pronounced stretch. â??Hey Britney, I still say we should drug them with those sleeping pills or ipecac, I can get the latter from the chem lab before the game.â? She said. â??Or sneak out at half time and buy the pills easily.â? Masako said in a conspiratorâ??s whisper so they didnâ??t over hear.

Masako wasnâ??t butch though, she was actaully down right gorgeous as shown in the showers; a even golden tan over her body with huge breasts and knee-length honey blonde hair. It was her natural aggression and bitchiness that kept most people away; but it was something she couldnâ??t help: her own mother was as bad or worse than she was.
 
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