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VOL 1 ISSUE 1 - Copyright Big Sky Bulletin - Big Sky, Montana - September 2024 - $1.50
WELCOME TO BIG SKY
A TOWN BUILT ON HISTORY
A beautiful place such as Big Sky, Montana, didn't come from the easiest of beginnings. However, I'm sure the collective census will agree that everyone wants to make sure their beloved town stays beautiful. Today, that still rings true and would make good ol' Clovis Deveraux proud to see what it has become since the town created where he served as the first mayor of Big Sky! And no matter where you look, you can see the beauty in the town. From the view of the mountains to every store on Main Street, there's always something to see. If you ask me, someone who was born and raised in Big Sky, I'm always seeing something different even after all these years!
Big Sky was founded in 1893 and has seen its fair share of ups and downs, but mostly the city has done nothing but grow into what it is today: 131 years later. Visitors to Big Sky can enjoy the perks of living in a friendly place with access to a top-notch ski resort for their recreational enjoyment. There are plenty of places to shop and eat as well as an amazing theater! There's truly something to always peak your interest while you visit! Locals have the added bonus of enjoying exceptional schools for their children in Kindergarten through 12th grade! Once they're done with their first 12 years of school, they can move on to the award-winning Big Sky University to further their education while staying close to home!
No matter what it is though, Big Sky has it all that one would need or even possibly want! I know that I don't plan on leaving this beautiful place. As I was born and raised here, I aspire to also make sure my children and their children are also born and raised right here in this beautiful piece of Montana!
[smear:#9f0000]He hid behind his lunchbox Everyday at that bus-stop Where some big ole boys got their kicks Kickin' him 'round He was scared as hell of that recess bell That playground was more like a battlefield And he knew he'd get himself killed If he didn't back down With black in his eye and blood in his mouth On the way home, all he thought about Is we could've been team-mates, we could've been friends You could've made a difference, you could've stepped in If you didn't like me, you should've just let me be But no, you had to pick on me It's time to make a stand, take responsibility Cause it's gotten out'a hand There should never have to be Another child's headstone That might as well read You had to pick on me Yeah, you had to pick on me[/smear:#967259:0]
Basics
Full Name | Rayne Justice Garard Nicknames | None Birthday | October 28th Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Student Grade | Sophomore Age | 16 Club Affiliation | Wild Wolves MC Relationship | Single
Appearance
Face Claim | Julian Crouser Eye Color | Blue Hair Color | Dirty blonde Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | None yet Build | Slender
Personality
Love It! •
+ Riding my Dirt bike. + I love playing Sports. I'm all around. + The occasional times when dad notices me. + Drawing + Cheese Lover's Pizza. + Cute girls.
Hate It! •
- My older brothers. - My dad never around. - Not being wanted. - Being picked on. - Being bullied. - That my own twin is friends with the guys who bully me.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My mind. + Being artistic. + Being a Garard. - My athletic ability - Being pathetic - A cute girl.
Fears •
• Losing one of my family. • Not able to ride and clear my head. • Wrecking my dirt bike.
Dreams •
• Working up my nerve to actually talk to a girl. • Getting my first kiss.
Full Personality: •
I'm the youngest boy in the family. The one who gets forgotten about. Left behind. Yes it has happened and I have paranoia even thinking about it. I tend to stay in the background and not draw attention to myself cause if I do it usually turns out bad. So I'm pathetic, shy, introverted. I 'm quiet. Nobody ever talks to me so why bother. I used to love sports and playing. I was good at it. Till I started getting bullied by the star player for taking the attention away from him. I didn't want the attention I just wanted to play. So now I'm nervous about even thinking about playing anymore. Like it even matters since none of my family ever comes and watches me play.
[smear:#9f0000]Positive Traits:[/smear:#967259:0] 1)Innocent: Being of pure intent and motive. 2)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details. 3)Focused: Having fixed concentration and attention. 4)Introverted: Being inclined to explore one's inner mental landscape more so than the outer world. 5)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence 6)Humble: Not haughty, arrogant, or superior.
[smear:#967259]Negative Traits:[/smear:#9f0000:0] 1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 2)Oversensitive: Overly perceptive to emotion; easily hurt by external influences. 3)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 4)Insecure: Lacking confidence and surety. 5)Indecisive: Prone to wavering between courses of action. 6)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome.
Nothing really to tell. I was born. End of story. I'm the middle child. Older brothers Lucas and Reid that everyone thinks are all that. There's my older sister Misteria whose a cheerleader, and my twin whose a few minutes older than me and is a cheerleader also. All of my older siblings are popular. In junior high I was, but when I hit high school everything changed. I maybe the youngest boy, but then there's my little sister, Sarah who everyone thinks is so cute and adorable. Me? I'm invisible it seems.
It wasn't as bad when I was younger, my twin Reesa and I used to be inseparable. We were into sports together, enjoyed the same books, and other things. It was always fun when we went anywhere. I had a few friends back then too. Ones that dumped me in high school saying I was showing them up in sports siding with the older boys that were bullying me. I really didn't understand any of it thinking we were supposed to be working together as a team, but it wasn't that way. It hurt losing them, but were they really my friends if they dropped me just like that. What hurt the most was Reesa dropping me and hanging out with my old friends, and the other popular kids that were excluding me. It wasn't that I wanted to be popular either. I just wanted to have fun, hang out with my friend. Turns out none of that was going to happen.
My older brothers when they do notice me is only to razz me about something. To mess around with me. If one of my siblings does something to get into trouble somehow it always gets pinned on me. So I get into trouble when I haven't even done anything. My dad's usually busy with club stuff so he's never around. Mom's around, but I'm not one of her favorites either. There's my cousin Hunter too who used to do a lot with me and Reesa. It's like I'm invisible to him now too. Him and Reesa still do things together, but leave me out.
Even at school I don't really have any friends, and it's not for lack of trying. I excel at sports especially basketball and baseball and the coaches usually like me which pisses off the other guys. Which got me beat up a few times as well. I usually hide out in the library during lunch hour. My sisters never notice I'm not in the lunchroom. Not like they'd care anyhow. Nor any of my cousins who are in high school either!
Only thing that keeps me going is my drawing. That nobody has seen or really know that I draw. Not that anyone would like the anyhow. It's just something that I enjoy doing. I don't even have to sneak away to do so since nobody notices when I come and go. I bet if I just disappeared nobody would even notice. Nor would they care if I ever got hurt either. If dad has seen a bruise on me he usually gets pissed and tells me to quit getting into fights when I was usually the one jumped or corner and beaten up. Guess I'm just the problem child for him. He'd probably love it if I did disappear.
If I try to fight back at school it's me that gets into trouble. Which in turn gets me into trouble at home. My sisters who are the only ones in high school with me even believe the lies that are told. I get my phone taken away. My Xbox, Gameboy, computer and tv. I don't understand how my own family can turn their backs on me like this. Believing others over me. I don't even know if I showed them the bruises that I hide and am ashamed of that it would change things. Thoughts of disappearing are looking better and better to me. They'll probably be glad I'm gone, and not causing trouble for them anymore. I've been told it looks bad for the Garard family with my Uncle Jacob the mayor now. What about me though? All I want is somebody to even care just a little about me.
My parents have also told me that if I don't straighten up that I won't be getting my Harley when I turn sixteen. Reesa will get hers, and I'll get nothing. That hurts big time. I already have my dream Harley picked out. That's when I retreat to my room, before they see my tears. I hide in there locking myself away and sob wondering how things have gotten so bad. I don't dare shed a tear in front of my siblings not needing to be called anymore names. If they saw the slightest tear I'd be known as crybaby, and they just laugh and taunt me. I'd had enough, and couldn't take anymore. So I threw some things in my backpack, and when everyone went to bed that night. I snuck downstairs and shoved some snacks in my bag. No idea where I was going or what I was going to do. My head was a mess, and I just had to get away from here. So I disappeared into the dark night with a shiver running down my spine.
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Username • rayne Age • 52 Cbox/Discord • Angie How Long Have You RP'd? • 18 years pretty much Comments • Nope How Did You Find Us? • Made the site with Cindie Any Other Characters • Who Plays Who
RPG Sample
Rayne sat away from the others somewhat. As it seemed like everyone was paired off but for him. Or they were with their friends. They’d been back from Sturgis for only a few days, and his dad, Rowdy, and Cain were throwing a bash at their place to try and take off some of the stress from what the trip had been. The Oklahoma boys and his dad, and Cain were taking turns getting up on the stage and singing. Oh and even Clyde had gotten up and sang. Their kids called out songs for them to sing, and they’d pick one from one of them. Of course his dad hadn’t asked him. It was mainly his baby brothers and once in a while Rafe or Ryder would yell out one.
Sturgis hadn’t really been any fun and he and his brothers had never gotten that tattoo that he designed. With all hell breaking loose everyone was on high alert the next week so his father and brothers had forgotten about it. He’d slept off and on that next week after what had happened to him. At least the stitches had gotten taken out finally so he didn’t have that discomfort. Though it still aches some, and Stephanie had said it probably would for some time as hard as he had been hit. It itched and bothered him, but he refrained from messing with it not wanting to get it infected as it was healing. The bruises were still there, but not as bad as they had been.
His dad’s attention today was either on Rosanna or his baby brothers most of the time. Feeling tired and left out he got up to head inside to his room. Rafe and Ryder’s attention was on their new found girlfriends. His gaze fell on Athena then who was talking to some of the other kids in the Jr Club, and there were a couple of guys that she was laughing and having fun with. He felt a pang in his heart, and weaved in and out of people to head inside. A stray tear ran down his cheek as he got inside, and he quickly brushed it away. He hissed in his breath at the pain when he had forgotten a moment about his wound. With a deep breath he headed up the stairs when he came up on them.
It wasn’t that much of a walk down the hallway to his room. The pounding of the music and the roar of the crowd outside was inside the house too, and it was giving him a headache. So all he wanted to do was lay down and take a nap. Opening his door a sound caught his attention. Looking up he gasped as there were a couple of guys in the room with their girls having fun on his bed as well as Simon’s bed. He gaped in shock for a few moments, before turning bright red not knowing what to do. He jumped when one of them yelled at him to get out. Quickly he ducked out his head pounding even more and realized then that he wasn’t alone upstairs as he saw others in the hallways too.
Looking up and down the hallways he noticed people going in and out of the theater rooms too. Walking down to his dad’s room he thought he might find some relief in there, but his dad must have locked his door. He tried Rowdy’s and Cain’s finding both of them locked. There was nowhere to go he realized, and he headed back down stairs trying not to cry. That wouldn’t look good in front of the sons around. There was a lot that he had no idea who they were. Including the ones that had been in his room having fun. Feeling lost and really left out he turned at the stairs and a drunk son knocked into him knocking him down. He saw stars when his head hit the corner of a baseboard. Laughter was heard, and then they ignored him. Sitting up he held his hand to his head, and when he pulled away there was blood on his head.
He cringed as his head was killing him even more now. Pulling himself up he hears something crash and shatter somewhere. His vision was a little blurry now, and he felt the blood trickling down his forehead. There had to be somewhere that he could go, and he thought of the garage. Making his way down that way he put the code into the door knowing it had been locked up for the party. His dad was taking any chances with his panhead with someone messing with it. Once the door shut behind him the sound was suddenly gone as the garage seemed to be soundproof. His ears were ringing though from the never ending sound from before.
With an unsteady breath he made his way over to his bike not even fighting the tears now. Sitting on it he laid his head down against the cool gas tank and the sobs came unable to stop them. He wasn’t feeling good at all, and when he lifted his head a while later there was a lot of blood on his bike. Had to be from where he had hit his head. A ride might help him feel better was his thoughts, and he got off pushing his bike out a side door, and around some bikes getting on his bike after making sure the garage was locked back up. If it wasn’t his dad, Rowdy, and Cain not to mention the others with bikes in there would kill him.
Starting his bike he rode down the driveway with the guards not even looking twice at him as there were sons and jr club members coming right and left. Tears were still streaming down his cheeks and there was still blood trickling down so his vision was still a bit blurred. Right now he didn’t care, he just had to get away, and hopefully clear his head. His dad and brothers as well as the others would probably never even notice he was gone. They were having too much fun. A while later he realized that the ride wasn’t helping, and he stopped not even knowing where he was. He hadn’t been this way yet. Only the other direction into town. The throbbing in his head was even worse, and all he wanted was his dad right now.
Turning his bike around he tried to wipe the tears away and the blood, but it wasn’t helping much. With a deep breath he headed back. With his vision obscured, he didn’t see the cloud of dust coming down a dirt road not far away. When he turned on the next road thinking he was going in the right direction the car came out of nowhere. Unable to stop he ran right into it, and he was suddenly flying through the air. The impact of hitting the road knocked him out.
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