YOU;
Name: Tiffany
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arcesso
Age: 18
Preferred Method of Contact:
→ E-mail: live.infamy@gmail.com
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→ Other: cytheriaphros on Y!M
CHARACTER;
Name: Troy Bolton
Fandom: High School Musical
Age: 17
Canon Point: After HSM2, before HSM3
Character Notes:
→ History: Troy Bolton had it all. Voted captain of the all-star basketball team at East High at the end of his sophomore year, Troy was getting ready to lead the Wildcats to a state championship. And, then he met Gabriella at a Christmas party and he was sure they'd never see each other again but she just HAPPENED to transfer to East High at the beginning of spring semester of their junior year. And, because they sang together, they decided to try out for the Winter Musical together, but this just IS NOT POSSIBLE because he is a jock and she is on the Academics team and they need to KNOW THEIR PLACE. Either way, they revolutionize the drama club and Sharpay is pissed like a wet cat and she tries to ruin the show but LOVE OVERCOMES EVERYTHING. Then, in the summer, Sharpay tries to get Troy to work at her resort but Troy gets all the wildcats hired and then he has a live changing moment where he has to choose his future or his friends because Chad just DOESN'T UNDERSTAND and Sharpay is manipulating him and then there's a talent show because, obviously, it's high school musical. VOILA. Cue senior year.
→ Personality: Troy is a pretty easy person to understand. He loves his parents, he always puts his friends firsts, he works hard in school (he later goes to Berkley for University) and he works even harder in basketball. His dad rides him pretty hard about the basketball stuff because he's the coach, but Troy isn't really bothered by that - it's just how things go. He doesn't like it when people are judgmental and close-minded because he's so easygoing and accepting of people. The only time he really talks bad about someone is when they're genuinely selfish or rude, and even then he keeps it to a minimum - even making a joke of it, sometimes. Troy is really torn, around the time of High School Musical 3, between deciding what path he wants to take in life - he doesn't see himself going to the University of Albuquerque even though it's what his dad and Chad both want for him, and he doesn't know if he wants to pursue music and theatre or basketball. He doesn't like to brag about himself, he's pretty humble, and usually avoids talking about his musical talents as much as possible because it embarrasses him - mostly due to the negative results his initial venture into theater garnered - and he has enough people stroking his ego about basketball that he doesn't really need to. At the same time, he's a teenage boy. He likes getting slushies with Chad, hanging out, and holding unofficial contests to see who can gorge themselves on more Circle K hot-dogs.
→ Other: That pretty much covers it. :] Be prepared for musical cues.
Setting Reactions: Because of his overall average personality, he will probably do what any normal person would do in the setting: explain it away. Make sense of it and deny that it's weird, even though it obviously is. He'll just act like he'd been planning on going to camp and that was why he got on the bus, and that his parents surprised him with letting him go. He just forgot about the fact that he obviously suggested it, that's all. But, internally, he'll realize something was REALLY weird about the way he wound up here and probably once other people start commenting on it, he'll acknowledge that it's weird and temporarily freak out.
SAMPLES;
First Person: Do you ever get that feeling like no matter what you decide to do, you're disappointing someone? That's... been a pretty constant thing for me lately, seems like. I want to make everyone happy, but I can't do that without making myself unhappy in the process. I try and take advantage of something good happening to me, and everyone acts like it means I'm betraying my friends. What's wrong with being happy that something really good is finally happening? What's wrong with having the best of both worlds? Rrgh.
It doesn't help that Dad and Chad are both really excited for me to go to UA when... I'm not even sure I'm going to. I've been looking a lot at Berkley, but I don't want to let anyone down. It almost doesn't feel like the ball's even in my hands, the way everyone keeps telling me what to do. College is supposed to be a personal choice, isn't it?
Third Person: “Shane! Dude, get over here, come look at this!” Shane Gray’s bright-eyed friend was gesturing to the camp notice board just outside the mess hall. Particularly, he was trying to direct the popstar’s attention to a neon blue piece of paper that had little black hyper-exposed guitars printed on it. In big, bolded black letters the words “ROCK-OFF CHALLENGE” were visible. Shane laughed, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
“What, Troy,” he asked, “thinking of entering?” The basketball star brushed him off, laughing and shrugging Shane’s hand off his shoulder while he shook his head.
“No way, man, that’s not my thing. But, it is yours. You should do it, you’d totally steal the show!” For a minute there, Troy was sure he must have said something wrong because Shane looked disappointed. It was almost nostalgic of his days at Camp Rock, really, and that just made him miss his brothers more than he already did. Not only that, but he didn’t need to hear from Troy that he’d steal the show - having people only appreciate you for your music got tiring pretty fast, Shane would be the first to admit it. But, Shane recovered by just shrugging.
“I don’t know, maybe. Gotta try and be fair to the kids, you know?” He laughed. HE wasn’t going to tell Troy that he liked keeping his voice and talent to himself at Camp Crossroads - it was nice to have someone not know his name for once. Not having a reputation to worry about and maintain was a relief big enough to almost be worth all the pain of the camp. Troy laughed at this explanation but didn’t buy it for a second - that much was obvious.
“Yeah, maybe next time.” One final considering gaze and the conversation was very clearly closed. Shane went four days thinking that Troy had readily dropped the subject.
Shane was sitting down on the deck of the cabin with a guitar on his lap, picking precariously at the strings in a careful pattern.
“Dude,” there was a look of awe on Troy’s face that made his eyes wide, “can you show me that again?” By comparison to the way Shane’s fingers had just skated over the neck of his guitar, Troy’s jumpshot was nothing. There was surprised in Shane’s face at first, but it disappeared into a smarmy, pursed-lips half-grin fast enough.
“I don’t know, Wildcat, think you can keep up?” It was challenge enough for Troy, because he was going into the music room to grab a guitar. It didn’t even occur to him that he had only recently fought against the idea of a jam session because he ‘didn’t do that stuff.’ But, if the smirking was anything to go by, it had definitely occurred to Shane. He waited until the other teen got settled to start the bridge. His fingers tapped between the B and E strings; every time it looked like he was going to miss a note, practiced hands caught up and surprised Troy. He stared open-mouthed for some time but at the repeat, he made an effort to jump in. It sounded just south of terrible and Shane had to do his best to resist wincing for the sake of Troy’s pride - he barely managed it.
It took six more repetitions for Troy’s guitar to stop buzzing when he switched strings, and another four for it to sound passable. He was making minimal mistakes by this time. That is, until Shane started singing along. I make the most of all this stress. I try to live without regrets, he’d heard Shane play and sing before, but never like this. It had a completely different sound from the Connect-3 songs he played. Troy stopped playing, more interested in listening and fully appreciating the song he’d been butchering only minutes before. But I’m about to break a sweat. I’m freaking out. He patiently waited for Shane to finished before speaking up, something the other fully appreciated.
“Where did you learn all this stuff? Camp Rock, or…”
“Here and there. I don’t know, I guess I got a lot better after I started going to camp but me and my brothers mostly taught ourselves - or each other, you know?” Troy could only half understand - he’d never had a brother; as close as he was with Chad, it wasn’t the same. He nodded anyway, laughing and offering a ‘Yeaaaaahhh…’ Shane rested the guitar at his side. “…I thought you said this wasn’t your thing?”
“It’s not. I mean, I don’t know. I’ve done some musicals and stuff but music isn’t something I do a lot of - like a hobby, I guess. I don’t really have time to pursue it right now, with the schedule I’ve got for basketball.” Watching for a moment longer then nodding, Shane seemed to accept this answer.
“That’s too bad.”
Name: Tiffany
LJ:
arcessoAge: 18
Preferred Method of Contact:
→ E-mail: live.infamy@gmail.com
→ AIM: live infamy
→ Other: cytheriaphros on Y!M
CHARACTER;
Name: Troy Bolton
Fandom: High School Musical
Age: 17
Canon Point: After HSM2, before HSM3
Character Notes:
→ History: Troy Bolton had it all. Voted captain of the all-star basketball team at East High at the end of his sophomore year, Troy was getting ready to lead the Wildcats to a state championship. And, then he met Gabriella at a Christmas party and he was sure they'd never see each other again but she just HAPPENED to transfer to East High at the beginning of spring semester of their junior year. And, because they sang together, they decided to try out for the Winter Musical together, but this just IS NOT POSSIBLE because he is a jock and she is on the Academics team and they need to KNOW THEIR PLACE. Either way, they revolutionize the drama club and Sharpay is pissed like a wet cat and she tries to ruin the show but LOVE OVERCOMES EVERYTHING. Then, in the summer, Sharpay tries to get Troy to work at her resort but Troy gets all the wildcats hired and then he has a live changing moment where he has to choose his future or his friends because Chad just DOESN'T UNDERSTAND and Sharpay is manipulating him and then there's a talent show because, obviously, it's high school musical. VOILA. Cue senior year.
→ Personality: Troy is a pretty easy person to understand. He loves his parents, he always puts his friends firsts, he works hard in school (he later goes to Berkley for University) and he works even harder in basketball. His dad rides him pretty hard about the basketball stuff because he's the coach, but Troy isn't really bothered by that - it's just how things go. He doesn't like it when people are judgmental and close-minded because he's so easygoing and accepting of people. The only time he really talks bad about someone is when they're genuinely selfish or rude, and even then he keeps it to a minimum - even making a joke of it, sometimes. Troy is really torn, around the time of High School Musical 3, between deciding what path he wants to take in life - he doesn't see himself going to the University of Albuquerque even though it's what his dad and Chad both want for him, and he doesn't know if he wants to pursue music and theatre or basketball. He doesn't like to brag about himself, he's pretty humble, and usually avoids talking about his musical talents as much as possible because it embarrasses him - mostly due to the negative results his initial venture into theater garnered - and he has enough people stroking his ego about basketball that he doesn't really need to. At the same time, he's a teenage boy. He likes getting slushies with Chad, hanging out, and holding unofficial contests to see who can gorge themselves on more Circle K hot-dogs.
→ Other: That pretty much covers it. :] Be prepared for musical cues.
Setting Reactions: Because of his overall average personality, he will probably do what any normal person would do in the setting: explain it away. Make sense of it and deny that it's weird, even though it obviously is. He'll just act like he'd been planning on going to camp and that was why he got on the bus, and that his parents surprised him with letting him go. He just forgot about the fact that he obviously suggested it, that's all. But, internally, he'll realize something was REALLY weird about the way he wound up here and probably once other people start commenting on it, he'll acknowledge that it's weird and temporarily freak out.
SAMPLES;
First Person: Do you ever get that feeling like no matter what you decide to do, you're disappointing someone? That's... been a pretty constant thing for me lately, seems like. I want to make everyone happy, but I can't do that without making myself unhappy in the process. I try and take advantage of something good happening to me, and everyone acts like it means I'm betraying my friends. What's wrong with being happy that something really good is finally happening? What's wrong with having the best of both worlds? Rrgh.
It doesn't help that Dad and Chad are both really excited for me to go to UA when... I'm not even sure I'm going to. I've been looking a lot at Berkley, but I don't want to let anyone down. It almost doesn't feel like the ball's even in my hands, the way everyone keeps telling me what to do. College is supposed to be a personal choice, isn't it?
Third Person: “Shane! Dude, get over here, come look at this!” Shane Gray’s bright-eyed friend was gesturing to the camp notice board just outside the mess hall. Particularly, he was trying to direct the popstar’s attention to a neon blue piece of paper that had little black hyper-exposed guitars printed on it. In big, bolded black letters the words “ROCK-OFF CHALLENGE” were visible. Shane laughed, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
“What, Troy,” he asked, “thinking of entering?” The basketball star brushed him off, laughing and shrugging Shane’s hand off his shoulder while he shook his head.
“No way, man, that’s not my thing. But, it is yours. You should do it, you’d totally steal the show!” For a minute there, Troy was sure he must have said something wrong because Shane looked disappointed. It was almost nostalgic of his days at Camp Rock, really, and that just made him miss his brothers more than he already did. Not only that, but he didn’t need to hear from Troy that he’d steal the show - having people only appreciate you for your music got tiring pretty fast, Shane would be the first to admit it. But, Shane recovered by just shrugging.
“I don’t know, maybe. Gotta try and be fair to the kids, you know?” He laughed. HE wasn’t going to tell Troy that he liked keeping his voice and talent to himself at Camp Crossroads - it was nice to have someone not know his name for once. Not having a reputation to worry about and maintain was a relief big enough to almost be worth all the pain of the camp. Troy laughed at this explanation but didn’t buy it for a second - that much was obvious.
“Yeah, maybe next time.” One final considering gaze and the conversation was very clearly closed. Shane went four days thinking that Troy had readily dropped the subject.
Shane was sitting down on the deck of the cabin with a guitar on his lap, picking precariously at the strings in a careful pattern.
“Dude,” there was a look of awe on Troy’s face that made his eyes wide, “can you show me that again?” By comparison to the way Shane’s fingers had just skated over the neck of his guitar, Troy’s jumpshot was nothing. There was surprised in Shane’s face at first, but it disappeared into a smarmy, pursed-lips half-grin fast enough.
“I don’t know, Wildcat, think you can keep up?” It was challenge enough for Troy, because he was going into the music room to grab a guitar. It didn’t even occur to him that he had only recently fought against the idea of a jam session because he ‘didn’t do that stuff.’ But, if the smirking was anything to go by, it had definitely occurred to Shane. He waited until the other teen got settled to start the bridge. His fingers tapped between the B and E strings; every time it looked like he was going to miss a note, practiced hands caught up and surprised Troy. He stared open-mouthed for some time but at the repeat, he made an effort to jump in. It sounded just south of terrible and Shane had to do his best to resist wincing for the sake of Troy’s pride - he barely managed it.
It took six more repetitions for Troy’s guitar to stop buzzing when he switched strings, and another four for it to sound passable. He was making minimal mistakes by this time. That is, until Shane started singing along. I make the most of all this stress. I try to live without regrets, he’d heard Shane play and sing before, but never like this. It had a completely different sound from the Connect-3 songs he played. Troy stopped playing, more interested in listening and fully appreciating the song he’d been butchering only minutes before. But I’m about to break a sweat. I’m freaking out. He patiently waited for Shane to finished before speaking up, something the other fully appreciated.
“Where did you learn all this stuff? Camp Rock, or…”
“Here and there. I don’t know, I guess I got a lot better after I started going to camp but me and my brothers mostly taught ourselves - or each other, you know?” Troy could only half understand - he’d never had a brother; as close as he was with Chad, it wasn’t the same. He nodded anyway, laughing and offering a ‘Yeaaaaahhh…’ Shane rested the guitar at his side. “…I thought you said this wasn’t your thing?”
“It’s not. I mean, I don’t know. I’ve done some musicals and stuff but music isn’t something I do a lot of - like a hobby, I guess. I don’t really have time to pursue it right now, with the schedule I’ve got for basketball.” Watching for a moment longer then nodding, Shane seemed to accept this answer.
“That’s too bad.”
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