the welcome.
welcome to sweetlittleLIES, an intermediate-advanced role playing board that takes place at a school called saint Arcadia, located somewhere around Boston, Massachusetts, usa. someone is starting to air out the students' dirty laundry, and everyone is outraged. whose letting the secrets spill, and what's going to happen when the students find out whose doing this to them? "tell me lies, tell me sweetlittleLIES."
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the links.
the currents.
the month: august.
the date: thirty-first.
the year: two-thousand-eleven.
the weather report:
currently, it is partly cloudy
with a high of sixty-five.
tomorrow doesn't look so good.
the login change.
the staff.
the otms.
the cbox.
the advertising.
the credits.
Sidebar: Dana
Coding Help: RCR
Plot, Rules, and Board: Nika.
Staff Icons: Shalowater @ LJ
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• • • searching for the signs of
life
but there's nobody home • • •
well maybe i'm just too sure.
maybe i'm just too frightened
by the sounds of it.
pieces of note fall down,
but the letter said,
"aha, it was good living with you."
does the phrase "tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies" mean anything to you? well, here at saint arcadia, its a way of life. the truth is anything but true anymore. though the school was founded upon the morals that the previous headmasters instilled in the professors and the school, no one remembers what those morals even were. the prinicples that were once valued and inscribed on the walls of the mall hall have been desecrated and ridiculed over the years.
well, maybe I'll call
or write you a letter.
now, maybe we'll see on the fourth of july.
but I'm not too sure, and I'm not too proud.
well, I'm not too sure and I'm not too proud to say.
like any school, you have your cliques. that's just a way of life here at saint arcadia. you've got your populars, the royalty of the arcadia halls. they go to class together, eat together, shop together. they probably even sleep together, but they aren't telling. airing out their dirty laundry isn't really a priority of theirs. however, it is someone else's priority.
after the royalty, you've got your jocks. they're cocky, egotistical, and about as stupid as it gets. but they fit in very near to the top. they only thing that makes them less than our royalty is that they're just muscular and sweaty. then you've got the dramatics. they belong on stage. they mingle with the rest of the cliques, but they rarely trust anyone that doesn't don a costume and perform in the theatre. after them, the food chain of saint arcadia becomes a food web, consisting of all of the remaining cliques. the nerds, the science club, the video gamers. all of that isn't important.
what is important is that someone is airing out the secrets of the school's students. someone, or a group of people, are exploiting the secrets of anyone and everyone. no matter the clique, no matter how popular or nerdy. the dirty little secrets are flying. and everyone's claiming that their all lies. they're all just sweetlittleLIES.
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