ROCK OVER JAPAN

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images-8.jpeg images-7.jpeg (Freedom High School)
(자유고등학교)
(Sayu Godeunghaggyo)
(Seoul, South Korea)
(3 Grade Levels)
(Age 16-18)
(Private High School)

In the United States of America, there are schools such as the prestigious Yale or Harvard University, that look good on your permanent record, that follows one around for the rest of his/her existence. Freedom High School is the same -- a high school many would sacrifice everything for. It is located in the high-populated city of Seoul, South Korea.

The school is often judged by outsiders as "it looks like 3 years of fun!" or "I wish my daughter could enter," but those judgements are not factual, and could be labeled as "delusional" by the student's that attend the school.

Instead of being "3 years of fun," it is actually a strict high school that secretly follows the philosophy of "dog eat dog." The students are rather, uh, miserable.

One day, a group of high schoolers get sick of their life conditions! They decide to pinch in some money, and escape to Japan!

RULES
1) TRY TO KEEP THE PLOT GOING.
2) ROMANCE IS STRONGLY ENCOURAGED.
3) DRAMA IS ALSO STRONGLY ENCOURAGED. (*evil laugh*)
4) NOT EVERYONE HAS THE CHANCE TO BE ACTIVE EVERYDAY -- KEEP THAT IN MIND!
5) UNLESS YOUR CHARACTER IS HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH SOMEONE ELSE, WRITE AS IF ANYONE COULD JOIN.
Example: The girl waited, and wondered if anyone else wanted to go to the baseball game with her.
6) YOU MUST GIVE YOUR CHARACTER SOME CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. AS WE GET FURTHER INTO THE ROLEPLAY, GIVE HINTS OF WHAT THE CHARACTER'S PAST WAS LIKE.
7) ENJOY YOUR TIME! (Or not)​

(In the first reply, write about your character's usual weekday morning.)




 
Choi Hyong Kim shoved the earbuds into his ear, and listened to the voice of his favorite indie artist.
'Ah, Jung Joon Young,' he thought. 'How I wish I could meet you.'
He had become so entangled in his daydreams, the milk he drank for breakfast came out of his mouth, just like the drool that always came -- when he watched gay pornography.
"Yah!" His father smacked him on the head. "Hurry! And pull those damn buds outta your ear!"
Choi-Hyong pouted, like a child, giving off the hint that he didn't wish to attend school. His arm bracelets clashed against each other, and the sound of it brought a look of dislike to his father's face.
"Or I'll get your mother," his father threatened, saying Choi-Hyong's least favorite words in the world.
As soon as he heard this, Choi-Hyong ran to the shoe rack, the sound of his purple flip flops banging against the wood floor -- and at the pace of a tortoise, he put on his laced sneakers.
He whistled, and blew a kiss in the direction of his dad, "I love ya!" He joked, and ran out the door, a smile on his face.
As soon as he reached his school, the feeling of hatred filled him.
"Oh well," he mumbled. "Here I go again," and walked into the building.
 
Hearing the alarm clock the first thing in the morning is rather irritating. Eun Ae sat up on her bed, glaring at the sunlight that's shining through her windows. I should have closed the curtains last night... She grumbled slightly as she got up from her bed. She went to her closet to get her uniform and then she proceeded to the toilet to take a quick shower and get ready. A few minutes later, she was ready. She combed her fingers through her long, black locks, silently cursing when they got tangled. After that, she took her school bag and made her way to the kitchen to grab a granola bar. She doesn't eat breakfast. Her parents left early for work, but it's not like she cared or anything. The more freedom for her.

Eun Ae left the house and made her way to school. It's not like she disliked school. No, actually, she does. She's pissed off that most of the girls who shunned her in Middle School were in the same High School as her. Unlike them, Eun Ae worked hard to get into this high school. After school, she had to go to her job at a music store a few train stops away from her school. There, she felt accepted for who she is. The owner is just like her second father, and he treats her like a daughter.

As she neared the school, she took a deep breath, silently wishing she overslept that morning.
 
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