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	S♄ℯrωσσɗ's RℯЬℯℓℓɩσn ➽ OOC Accepting Go to post	408	Barton OOC	Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:57 am
Robin!Once we watched a lazy world go by Now the days seem to fly @Kellanda: Mmmm - yes, he definitly has smexiness. Wouldn't mind getting robbed by the likes of him >,< Life is brief, but when it's gone Love goes on and onRobin!
	Tɧε Scɑrlεʈ Ρɩɱρεrɳεl ❦ ѻѻc 6 spots open! Go to post	354	Barton OOC	Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:55 am
JeanneBut, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair AH! I almost missed my daily bump! Whew, close one ;p I'm lucky to share his bed Especially since I'll soon be deadJeanne
	My Post Styles for Various RP's - please don't post! Go to post	130	Barton OOC	Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:17 am
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	pαɳcαkes ሠὶተh α sὶde oƒ deተeɳተὶoɳ Go to post	8	Invitation-only RP	Sun Nov 15, 2009 3:43 am
Y o u ' v eBrb e e neah i tckb y Y o u ' v efab e e nsts t r u c kclb yuba S m o o t hBCC r i m i n a l ↳ The note was simple enough: a request - okay, a demand for a Mr. Justin Edgar Mahler to report to the library for Saturday detention. If it weren't for the fact that the prinicipal was going to sign the stupid piece of paper, Jem would have crumpled it up as soon as he had gotten it, and probably spit on it before throwing it to the curb. But instead, his ego threatened to rip the paper to pieces right then and there, and only the very distracting sound of a flighty sigh of arrogance err him away from this course of action. Strolling the hallway, he tried to calculate exactly where the sound had come from, and had hoped against all hopes that it would be another victim of the school board, stuck on a wonderful Saturday, here, with him, in the library. If he was lucky, it would in fact be another living, breathing, human soul to interact with - for in reality, the past month of Saturday detention's were spent alone. Poor Jem having to mull by himself and "think about his actions". ↳ Maybe the idea was for him to learn a lesson? To reconsider all his dastardly ways, but so far, all the school managed to accomplish was to make him hate them and this school more. They were a bunch of hippocritical spoiled brats, and they looked down on him, telling themselves that he was a charity case that they could somehow "fix" - it was a notion he obviously resented. Oh how I've got news for you . . . Yes, today it seemed Jem was out for blood. God help whoever was stuck with him in detention today! Because, truth be told, this just wasn't Jem's year. Well actually, so long we're telling the truth here, the past two years weren't Jem's year. Nobody - including him - could understand why the school still put up with him, though the theory was that since this "prestigious school" never expelled anyone before, they couldn't afford the PR downfall from making a case out of him. Jem simply scoffed at their backwards thinking. Wasn't it looking worse, letting him get away with everything? Sure, they stuck him in these Saturday detentions until it was blowing out their asses' but honestly? What was he supposed to be getting from all this? It just didn't make any sense. But then again, so long he wasn't home with his Father . . . ↳ With his combat boots screeching along the recently waxed floor, Jem smiled as he approached the library. He didn't think anyone else had arrived yet, and in fact, he hated the idea of being the first one there, and on time. He'd rather stick it to ol' Dreyfuss, and arrive "fashionably late" just to piss off the old b****d some more. But though he might have been arriving on time, he certainly wasn't the first. Thus merrily treading forward, and with idle curiousity outweighing paper-ripper-tearing-time of the initial report for detention, Jem marched right through the thick wooden doors and smirked at the sarcastic hand of God to place him and Trinity Bourdain, of all the people, alone in a room together. ↳ A way to hard to contain spill of laughter filled his chest, and at least one good chuckle escaped his mouth before he slid past her and sat down about two tables behind the redhead. He didn't try to look at her, much less talk to her (for he knew she'd never reply), and so without delaying the blow to his ego any further, resolved to simply kick back and discover who else from the "elite" section of the school was going to end up in this God-forsaken detention center. With any luck, it might just end up being him and her, and though he'd never allowed himself to think about it before, Jem had to wonder just what would end up happening if he manged to sway her to his "dark side". Throwing his feet onto the table, and pushing back the chair a little, Jem was able to get comfortable, and simply lay his head back. Closing his eyes, he'd wait for ol' 'Fuss to show up and hound him about whatever the old geezer thought he was doing wrong, before feeling the need to respond to anything going on around him. Eventually, Jem would say something* to the red fox, but until the others arrived, he'd play it coy. With his luck, he's flash her a smile, and she'd hit him a stun gun screaming "rape". Nope, better just kick back for a bit. ooc; eh, it's okay. Should get better as we go along ^^
	My Post Styles for Various RP's - please don't post! Go to post	130	Barton OOC	Sun Nov 15, 2009 1:50 am
Y o u ' v eBrb e e neah i tckb y Y o u ' v efab e e nsts t r u c kclb yuba S m o o t hBCC r i m i n a l post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
	α ℓ ℓ' s ✥ ƒ α ι я . . . - - { ooc } - - Go to post	21	Barton OOC	Sun Nov 15, 2009 1:38 am
x x I just now realised that Hachi hasn't been on since October 23rd gonk Hopefully he'll come on in time for this rp! But on happier news, we have a reserve for Vampire Three ^^
	ƒαìт αccσмρℓì - - { private } - - Go to post	47	Invitation-only RP	Sun Nov 15, 2009 1:33 am
Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi ritz' hands quivered around the cup, his fingers beginning to tremble and loose control of the container for the still hot beverage. Eponine had played it coy, pretended that his death was something so nonchalant, when deep down, he knew it was killing her to even mention it. He knew because he had only recently lost his own true love - had it already been days since he'd been told about his loss? But now, here was another human being, pretending that everything was okay. Because at the end of the day, that's exactly what Fritz had done. He pretended that things were business as usual when he showed up here, he even let the young French women think Anna was his fiancee . . . but now? Now that he knew the truth? Now that he knew they were simply two heartbroken people in a confined space - well the feelings couldn't be held back quite so easily. The cup wavered through his grip, slipped right through his fingers, and smashed loudly against the floor, right between his feet. The mess was all over the place, and though he had seemed to loose it for a second, Fritz was quick to get back to reality. He needed to focus, and thus, he simply started bending down, reaching for the sharp, broken edges of the damn cup, with its steaming hot liquid covering it . . . Yet, his mind hadn't quite caught up to his basic action, and a cut ensued quickly enough. But still, even when the sharp pain washed over his index finger and thumb, even when blood began to trickle onto the floor, never did the cold hard exterior of a man lost in his grief appear. He simply went on like a zombie. His thoughts wandered to his parents, wandered to Maria and Anna, and finally back to Eponine. How strangely this woman standing before him had been able to sneak under his skin. How she reminded him of his father, with her beautiful eyes; and how she reminded him of her sister with her general attitude towards anybody she didn't agree with. The feistiness that she exhibited was welcoming to him. Because it was familiar. But now that she seemed to be upset like he was? It unnerved him. It echoed exactly how he felt - and he didn't know if he could stay to deal with that. Because here she was, pretending everything was fine, when in fact she needed to turn away from him, wipe a tear away before it dared to escape and reveal anything to the damn German dog of a man standing behind her. Fritz felt worse. He was intruding on her house, on her, by being here. If it wasn't already bad enough for her to find a babysitter for her son (having to explain that a German soldier was coming over), he managed to make it so much worse by drugding up bad memories of her partner. And now here he was, falling apart on her kitchen floor - bleeding on it. Sighing, he looked up, agony written all over his face, but still forcing a weak smile on himself anyhow. He had to at least tell himself he was trying to hold it together. Lifting his hand, he gripped it with the other, covering it with a handerchief and trying to stop the bleeding, "I must apoligize for my clumsiness Madame. It seems the mention of death has caught me off guard." Forcing himself to tredge on, he stood up and walked over to the sink beside her - trying hard not to notice her own obvious discomfort that he had put her in, "I'll clean this up and then I'll leave. I never should have put you in such a horrible position." Turning on the sink with his non-bloody hand, he stumbled with the faucet with blurry eyes. His emotions were tearing him apart, and really, he was about to crack. He needed to leave for his own sake. He hated breaking down in the first place, but he'd be damned if he'd do it here - infront of her. She'd probably spit on him while he was lying there in emotional agony. Finally, as the water rushed over the open wounds, he continued in a low, bitterly sad voice, "And on behalf of my country, I am sorry about Enjolras' father. Every father should be allowed to see their child at least once." The words were spoken with a raspy truthfullness, and he hoped she wouldn't kill him right then and there for thinking he was being pratonizing, because he honestly meant it - he meant it with all his heart. And as the water washed his blood clean, and as the red liquid dissipitated into the drain, Fritz spoke up one last time before he was planning to reach for his coat and dash out of there. Maybe one day he'd come back and visit her and her son, if she didn't attack him for it, but for now, he needed to just leave. His country killed her love, his country killed his love, and neither of them were going to find any comfort with him loosing it right then and there . . . or would he? "The blond woman that had accomponied me here was my sister. She came to tell me that my fiancee has been killed - shot down by my my fellow soldiers for aiding the Jews." He through the hankerchief into the wastebasket, and looked back at her wearily, "Germany isn't very friendly is it?" Tipping his hat, Fritz pulled up his collar, planning to march right into the heavy snow come hell and high water. He'd risk stumbling in the bitter cold alleyways, just so Eponine wouldn't rub her hate in his face, "Maybe I can come back some other time?" He said it with a weary head, and turned to leave, wondering if such a spirited woman would stop him. Would sit him down, and they just talk about the injustices of everything . . . because though it would probably only make things worse, maybe, just maybe, it'd make them better? Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi ooc; oh.my.God. It's a miracle - it only took me four days to post! Yippee blaugh Oh and I wonder if Eponine will mention something about the Resistance? Maybe Fritz would be open to hear about it? wink Lol, that way they fall in love because they work together, and face the dangers together? >,< I dunno, just suggesting anything at this point!
	α ℓ ℓ' s ✥ ƒ α ι я . . . - - { ooc } - - Go to post	21	Barton OOC	Sun Nov 15, 2009 12:03 am
x x Lol - hey Spank! I can't believe I haven't been bumping this thread any >,< But then again, we're trying to only pick certain rp'ers, so yeah . . . oh and to all out there. I have for sure, heard from: Craie Cloud Siren <-- reserved for Angel Two Pixie Spank Poisoned Gothika So yeah, if I can get some kind of reply from [hachiro] then we're set and can start sniffing around for some of the others we'd like to see join. Aaaaaand, the profile skellie is almost done <<; I've had a crazy busy week, and actually need to head off in order to work on some posts for some other rp's >,<
	S♄ℯrωσσɗ's RℯЬℯℓℓɩσn ➽ OOC Accepting Go to post	408	Barton OOC	Fri Nov 13, 2009 4:45 pm
Robin!Once we watched a lazy world go by Now the days seem to fly @Kellanda: Well I'm still definitly sticking around to play Robin ^^ Life is brief, but when it's gone Love goes on and onRobin!
	S♄ℯrωσσɗ's RℯЬℯℓℓɩσn ➽ OOC Accepting Go to post	408	Barton OOC	Fri Nov 13, 2009 4:05 am
Robin!Once we watched a lazy world go by Now the days seem to fly We just need to get this thread filled up >,< Life is brief, but when it's gone Love goes on and onRobin!