♃ dяoρs.oғ.juρɩтɛя ∥ мαjɛsтɩc's тɛsт

[Majestic Dream]

4 SpeechlessxXxMonster



Hello, everybody [Name]
Fooled Me Again [Birthday//Age]
Don't look at me like that [gender]

I've done this before [likes]
Don't be scared [dislikes//fears]

It could have been anybody [character]
No one's perfect [personality]
Tell me something that'll change me [bio]

I'm gonna love you with my hands tied [username]

BASICS--------------» »

» ( hello everybody ) !

name

» ( fooled me again ) !

age//birthday

» ( don't look at me like that ) !

gender

HIGHLIGHTS--------------» »

» ( i've done this before ) !

likes

» ( don't be scared ) !

dislikes//fears

DETAILS--------------» »

» ( it could have been anybody ) !

character

» ( no one's perfect ) !

personality

» ( tell me something that'll change me ) !

bio

PUPPET STRINGS--------------» »

» ( i'm gonna love you with my hands tied ) !

username

[Majestic Dream]

#259d6c #d5bba0 #70ab65 #adbc94 #172e3e

i'm a ( let down ) ! are you like me ?----
------------but at least i've still got my two guitars
& a o n e w a y ticket t o NOWHERE b a b y !

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------Ｉ Ｌ Ｅ Ｎ Ｅ Ａ Ｄ Ａ Ｍ Ｓ

Life sucked. That much she could be sure of. From the time she was seven it was apparent Ilene Adams' life would be filled with disappointing and mediocre events. When she was seven, the first day of grade two, she was hit in the face with a soccer ball, by an older student, hard enough that her right side of her face turned a hideous blue-black colour, and no kids wanted to play with her because they thought she looked scary. It was that kind of bad luck that would haunt Ilene's life, earning her the nickname 'Sugar' in grade seven, a nickname she would never be able to shake, and it continued to stick with her, even now, at twenty, she was stuck as a cashier and co-manager at her father's corner store, getting paid minimum wage, and being virtually the only employee.

It was absolutely disgusting, and unfortunately, Ilene had not yet become apathetic, and these events still pissed her off. The incident that had her angry today had happened just that morning. Her farther came to the store, and out of the blue, announced that she was getting an extra hundred dollars a week for the next little while. She had been ecstatic, she had never gotten a bonus from the store before, after all, any extra money made went to paying her living expenses anyways, after all, she was still living at home. She thought it was going to be a good until her father mentioned the reason she was getting the bonus. She'd be babysitting some kid from the most prestigious and expensive school in the city.

Apparently, every year for the seniors for a few weeks, the school found businesses and jobs to take the kids under their wing and give them their first job experience (any children who could actually afford to be sent to that school would never need a job, they were too rich and too busy studying) and the people who signed up to teach rich snobby kids about work got a paycheck to got along with it. It was a win win situation, as they say. Except for Ilene did not want to show any kid the ropes of a convenient store, much less one who probably got enough allowance in a month to buy the entire store.

The student she was supposed to be training would be coming in any minute, when the kid showed up, she was hoping not to look like a complete waste of time, because she hated being judged, like most people, and while she knew this kid was going to judge her, she wanted to at least pretend to have a decent impression, but her loser on-again off-again boyfriend Travis would not leave the store. "Look. If you do not leave the store, right now we're over." He looked up from the porn magazine he was glancing at, and put it back on the shelf, "Calm down, Sugar, Baby." He said in a the most annoying nonchalant tone he could muster, reminding Ilene why constantly broke up with him. The sad truth was that they always got back together. Travis may be a loser, but Ilene was also a loser, and misery loved company. Losers, even hot ones, she had discovered over the years, either had to date each other, or be content with one-night stands.

He shuffled over to her and kissed her, reluctantly, Ilene let him before she literally started shoving him out the door, "I'll see you later. Give me that." she told him and stole the cigarette in his hand. Once he was gone she put the cigarette to her lips and inhaled. She felt the nicotine do its job, her whole body began to relax. She went over to the counter and crush the cigarette in the overflowing ash tray. Technically there was no smoking in the store, but she never paid attention to it. The she started to re-shelf some items, just for something to do.

Her naturally strait raven black hair tumbled carelessly down her shoulders, her bangs where cut at an angle, concealing one of her eyes making her look mysterious. She was tall, standing 5'8" off the ground, she wasn't skinny, although she was on the thin side. Her eyes supported to much eyeliner and mascara. Her beat up leather jacket was draped over a chair behind the counter, leaving her in a sleeveless white shirt with a blue coloured graphic design printed on the front. Her jeans were faded and ripped at the knees. The runners on her feet were falling apart from too much wear. She knew with the leather jacket and cigarette in hand standing outside some building at night made her look intimidating. But, in the run down convenient store in the run down neighborhood, re-stalking shelves with a nickname like Sugar and a loser boyfriend her looks reflected who she really was. A woman blessed with natural looks who dropped out of high school and would spend the rest of her life working in her father's store.

[Majestic Dream]

All that Zoey knew was that she was bored. Her father had decided to leave her alone with her new step-brother, while he went off on a journey for an entire summer with his new wife. She supposed she should be happy, she had never seen her father so excited and lovestruck since her mother left them when she was nine. She was almost seventeen now, and like most teenagers she thought about herself before everyone else, and she was bored.

At first she had been a little excited. She was going to spend the summer parent free with a new brother, who looked alarmingly alike her. She had visions of them playing games, going to the beach, hanging out, or just getting to know her new family. She had been an only child so the novelty of having a sibling had not yet worn off. She had been looking forward to it, but her brother had locked himself in his room, doing god knows what. So, Zoey spent the last couple of weeks going to school, hanging out with friends, but now that school was over she was bored. Zoey was the kind of girl who needed to be entertained every minute of the day, or she was not satisfied.

This morning she spent the entire hour staring at the ceiling trying to count the number of flecks in the stucco ceiling. Which was impossible, but that was the whole point, it kept her busy. So far she was at three-hundred and ninety-two, but she was only a quarter done, and she couldn't remember which flecks she had counted and which she hadn't. She sighed, admitting defeat and got up. She tied her mainly black locks into two lose pigtails. She put on a sundress and shuffled downstairs.

She was surprised to see that Damon was already up and about. "Oh- You decided to come out of your cave." She said. She went over to the kitchen and put some bread in the toaster, and turned the toasting time down. She preferred her toast more like warmed bread than actually toast. After it popped back out, she covered it penutbutter and jam and went into the living room. Zoey started to devour the toast. "Are you going back into your room or do I get your undivided attention for awhile?" She asked.

[[ooc: will pretty it up later]]

[Majestic Dream]

chiyoko inoue

the last reason-----
to make this last for as long as i could
the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned

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All that I keep thinking throughout this whole flight
Is it could take my whole damn life to make this right

[Majestic Dream]

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[Majestic Dream]

Haruko Ito------------
sleepless fighter

Upon entry, the apartment looked like all others in the building. The chic and expensive apartment is decorated with expensive furniture. The living room window's, which spans the entirety of one wall, blinds are closed, light seeping through the cracks, this is not unusual considering it's seven o'clock on a weekend. In fact the only thing that stands out in the room is the woman lying on the couch, this would not be odd had the bed been occupied. Yet, one glance in the bedroom reveals the bed was unused, in fact, it was gathering dust.

The woman lying on the couch looked as if she was sleeping until you moved around to see her face. Her blood red eyes are wide open, and she's staring straight ahead. A glance in the direction she was looking revealed a television screen, playing nothing but static. The television is obviously muted, as there is not a sound in the apartment. Not even the sound of breathing. Turning back to the woman, it is clear that she may not be sleeping, but she is defiantly not all their. She does not move, except for the rising and falling of her chest and the occasional blinking of her eyes. These two movements are the only things that reveal she is not dead. How long has she been on the couch just staring into the oblivion? Its impossible to tell. She could have been there for a just few minutes, or hours. She stares, and time seems to drag on.

"Haru, time to wake up." The voice is soft, loving even, and belongs to a male, yet there is not another human in sight, the clock reads eight-thirty. Haruko stirs. She sits up and groans. She begin to roll her neck, and massage her arms. It is apparent her muscles are sore from staying in one position to long. Eventually she stands and stretches. Her body is thin and toned, one can begin to see the complexity of the muscles. Her hair is cut short, messy. and died a vibrant purple. Along with a cropped sleeveless top she wears low-rise jeans, giving a clear view of her stomach. Etched into the skin of her stomach is the word 'sleepless'. People often ask where Haruko got it, it looks as if its been carved with a knife. When she tells them its a birth mark, they look skeptical. If they continue to ask about it, she gets unusually angry.

Quietly the young woman exits her apartment. She does not bother change, or brush her hair. When she leaves the building she brings her hand up to shield her eyes, it is bright out, a change from Haruko's dark cave. When her eyes adjust she walks down the street, eventually arriving at a coffee shop. She enters, a few people look up to see who enters, most of them return to the paper their reading when they see who it is. The only people staring a the violet haired beauty who looks like she just woke up are not usual visitors in the morning. Haru has been coming to the same shop for three years. "The usual." The girl working the counter passes a cup of dark roast coffee as Haru drops a few coins on the counter. Haru puts it to her lips and drinks it, black. "Maybe sugar would make you sweeter." The girl at the counter, Mia, says. Mia has been trying to get Haruko to smile since she started working about a month ago. Haruko remains silent. Mia suddenly looks serious, "I was wondering, how old are you?" Haruko considers for a moment before she responds, "Twenty-three." "A little young to be so bitter, don't you think?" The comment was met with silence again. In general Haru only responds to short answer questions. The time she ever got chatty was in a spell battle. Most people didn't even know what a spell battle was.

Personally, Haru wished she never heard of spell battles. Yet, she continued to participate in them. Most spell battles were fought in pairs, but Haruko took on a pair alone, since, well since then. Before then she loved spell battles. After then she was looking for revenge, and revenge meant getting strong enough to rip two people apart without a partner. Becoming that strong meant being on the search for fighters and sacrifices. Thankfully, one could tell when another sacrifice or fighter was around. Fighters could even send painful shocks to another fighter to warn them of a threat.

[Majestic Dream]

Quote:

▌#556270 ▌#4ECDC4 ▌#C7F464 ▌#FF6B6B ▌#C44D58

trainer case/card
poke'dex
bag
PC
poke'gear

name/nicknames
age/birthday
sex/sexuality
trainer/breeder/coordinator/scientist ect.
bloodtype

appearance
personality
bio

likes
dislikes
fears
dreams

poke'mon

themesong
posting colours
username

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☆ ▌( shout it out ); ●

name

[Majestic Dream]

get back, get away 'cause this could get ugly
if you think that i'll let you go-------
-------you're out of your mind

Sun was seeping in through the lace drapes. It poured into the dark room, illuminating it. The young woman tangled in the bed sheets did not seem bothered by the brightness of the room. She slept soundly. The room was decorated with expensive sleek furniture, the entire apartment was decorated in a similar, expensive style. "Good morning, m'lady, its now 8:00 a.m." A pleasant voice rang from the walls. "Messages?" The woman muttered, she looked as if she had no intention of actually getting out of bed. "One new message from: work. Voice activation required." The woman looked slightly annoyed, but responded "Juniper Maria Storm" "Voice activation accepted. Relaying message." There was a slight pause. "Please meet me in the office at 9:00 in the morning. I have a job for you." The woman laid in bed for moments more, the information taking a few seconds to process so early in the morning.

"What?!" Juniper cried, sitting straight up in bed. "Morning preparations!" "Right away, m'lady" The voice chimed. She scrabbled out of the sheets, cursing while she was at it. She scrambled into her bathroom, and fifteen minutes later emerged her long vibrate pink locks, slightly fizzy from a shower and a hasty drying. Even with all the technology, hair dryers could not get one's long hair dried in less than seven minutes and have it look good.

She opened her drawers and put on the first clothes she grabbed. Which concluded to jeans and an over-sized gray sweater. She rushed out into the kitchen. The house had finished preparing her coffee and she grabbed the mug it was in and put a lid on it, then she stuffed her feet into a pair of black heels and finally she grabbed her bag, patting it to make sure her hand gun was in it and she ran out the door. She entered the elevator of the apartment and took it down to the underground level. She flew into her car, which levitated about a foot and a half off the ground like all other cars and took off.

Her haste paid off. Jun stumbled into her boss's high security office at 8:57 a.m. A man the age of fifty-two sat behind the desk, a smirk on his face. "Agent Storm, glad you could make it. She sat down across from him. "You're lucky they make me leave all my weapons before I come in to see you, sir." She said her face twitching with annoyance. "You know I routinely get up at eight. You made sure I didn't get that message until I woke up!" His smirk didn't waver, "You know in this business luck is not the only reason any of us are alive. I was going to piss you off today anyways."

Jun's face didn't change "Oh really?"

iloveyouihateyouiloveyouihateyouiloveyouihateyou

[Majestic Dream]

▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ ▄▄ ＦＡＬＬＩＮＧ ＤＯ ＷＮ !
fillerareagoeshurr↯
lookit`sanotherfiller↘ ❝ name｡ TYPE!⊱ ❞
filler╭♥ (_pokedex #_) fillerfillerfiller!＆ pokemon name ♡
Ithinkyouknowwhatthisis█ ▌screen name
awesomefillertext★ring ↺ USERNAME⋅

[Majestic Dream]

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a f a l l i n g star ★ ▬▬▬ fell from your heart` ❤
-----------------& LANDED IN MY EYES
---- i ---- screamed ---- aloud ---- as ---- it ---- tore ---- through ---- them----
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--------now its left me b l i n d !


the stars. the moon.
they've all been b l o w n out
you left me in the dark

[Majestic Dream]

4 jet taime
Kristophe de LaTour

Why have you waited to embrace me, my dear?
Cold is your silence, denying what is real
I'm still wondering why I'm still calling your name
And I wonder, oh I wonder

In my heart I still hope you will open the door
You can purify it all, answer my call

KRISTOPHE DE LATOUR

why have you w a i t e d to embrace me? my dear.
COLD IS YOUR SILENCE `♔ DENYING WHAT IS REAL
--------------I'm still wondering why I'm still calling your name

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[Majestic Dream]

4 jet taime
Victoria Emil Étoile

I hear they're getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind

When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare we've created
I want to be awakened somehow.

---ｖｉｃｔｏｒｉａ ｅｍｉｌ ｅｔｏｉｌｅ

★ when we start k. illing; its all coming down (rightnow) !
fromthenightmarewe'vecreatediwanttobeawakenedsomehow

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