Miss Salsa's Test Thread-- NO POSTIES! O:<

[salsaplant]

·÷±‡±÷· Parker Jameson ·÷±‡±÷·
-─══╬︻　The Stonerx ∝╬══─-　

Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover, And I'm a sinner, I play my music in the sun...

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I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker, I sure dont want to hurt no one....

[salsaplant]

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[salsaplant]

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☽ I've got a S E C R E T.
xxxxxx It's on the tip of my T O N G U E,
xxx It's on the back of my L U N G S...☾


There was a shifting movement underneath bedsheets, the body rolling over and though it was supposed to meet another section of mattress, the form actually met floor, a disheveled and sleepy brunette groaning in pain at the feel of the wooden ground making contact with him. "Ooooooooowwwww..." the male cursed the floor, deciding that laying there in an annoyed mood was much more effective than actually getting up and getting ready. So Wesley Elliot Marrks continued to groan and grumble on the floor, cheek pressed against the smooth surface and eyes still closed, drifting in and out of a conscious perturbed state and a unconscious yet still perturbed state. And just when he was about to think that his morning couldn't get any worse... -Bzzt- , -Bzzt- , -Bzzt- ... There was a whir across his beside table as Wes's phone vibrated, getting closer and closer and -whack- right off the table and on to his head.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" The eighteen year old growled into the phone, wondering if today God had it out for him, startling the female on the other end of the phone.

"W-Wesley?" The girl spoke into the receiver, "Nice to hear from you too... What's going on?" Oh yeah, God was certainly putting a bulls eye right onto Wes; he did not want to deal with her so early in the morning, especially on his first day at the Academy.

"I wasn't talking to you, I just... Agh, nevermind," Wesley replied, deciding that if he was going to complain about falling out of bed, she was just going to make this into a gripe session that she would certainly win, "Whatdya want, Caroline?" The teenager finally worked up enough energy to drag his corpse up off the floor and sat up on the bed, hunched over and slouching while he slowly worked on waking up.

"It's not what I want, Wesley," Caroline replied, "Your son has been asking for you like 24/7-- You haven't visited in a while, so it'd be nice if you stopped over at least once in a while..."

"Care, it's not that simple," Wesley tried to reason, rubbing his face and transitioning the fingers into his cinnamon locks, brushing the hair away from his eyes, "I just started school again, so I'm gonna be super busy ya know..." He paused for a moment, knowing that if he didn't at least compromise, this would not be the last time he heard from her; and it was his kid after all, his responsibility, even if it was just as simple as the visit once in a while. "... Alright, I'll visit later this week..." Wes gave in, letting out a silent sigh.

"Thanks," Caroline let out a sigh as well, though this one of relief, "Aiden needs breakfast, so I'm gonna go now... Good luck, Wesley" The teen male noting that the female would always refer to him by his whole first name, never Wes.

"Yeah, see ya around," Wesley said goodbye, hanging up his phone and returning it back to its spot on the side table. Starting his day off on the right foot was now out of the question as the teenager rose from his bed, tattoo chest and arms bared while his plaid sleep pants clung to his hips. A shuffle across the floor and without bothering to comb his hair, put on a shirt, or any of that nonsense, Wes was out his dorm room door and into the hallway.

It wasn't clear whether he was fully awake and aware as to what he was doing, or if he was just that irritated at the world he just didn't care, but he strutted his half naked-ness around (if you considered his sluggish movements to be strutting that is) not seeming to have any sort of aim or purpose to his walk around the dorm.

☽ And I'm gonna K E E P it
I know S O M E T H I N Gxxxxxx
You will never K N O W...xxx☾

[salsaplant]

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[salsaplant]

Full Name; Kaedama, Ruki
Nick Name; Whatever Nabi decides to call him
Twin; Kaedama, Nabiku
Major; Professional Writing
Career Goal; Author
Dorm Room; #2

Tattoos;
[MYAH]- Inside left wrist: 3 stars, 2 small black and 1 2'' with purple & black leopard print filling
[MYAH]- Right shoulder blade: 2½'' silver moth in flight with star dust coming off its back
[MYAH]- Left inner thigh: 1½" 'Deshi' Kanji (meant just for his twin)
Piercings;
[MYAH]- Tongue stud
[MYAH]- Right eyebrow, barbell
[MYAH]- Right spiderbite, ring
[MYAH]- Both nipples
[MYAH]- Earlobes
Scars;
[MYAH]- 2'' incision scar, Appendicitis
Birthmarks;
[MYAH]- 2 dark freckles just above his belly button
Deformities;
[MYAH]- Middle toes are bigger than all the other toes
Disabilities; N/A
Injuries; N/A

Likes;
+ Reading ]] [[ Knowledge is power!
+ Trees ]] [[ All the better to climb, my dear
+ Rollercoasters ]] [[ Hang on for dear life!
+ Leather ]] [[ So tight and sexy! (like Nabi, cough)
+ Winter ]] [[ Winter = Snow + Cuddling up to the one you love Nabi to keep warm
+ Hips ]] [[ Don't ask why, it's his favorite part of the male Nabi's body
+ Dorky smiles ]] [[ Just so cute plus he has one
+ Video game battles with Nabi ]] [[ Even though he always loses
+ Snuggle time with Nabi ]] [[ He's just too cute to resist~
+ Sexy time with Nabi ]] [[ When the above Like starts to get hot and heavy

Dislikes;
- Facial hair ]] [[ Clean it up!
- Long hair ]] [[ Rather his hair getting too long-- To hard to maintain
- Cheesy pickup lines ]] [[ Try a little harder next time, kay?
- Overly cute nicknames ]] [[ Call him RuRu-chan or whatever and you'll have a black eye
- Old people ]] [[ They're cynical and smell funny
- Deadlines ]] [[ Writers work on their own time!
- Salty foods ]] [[ It's like eating from the ocean
- People who don't believe in personal space ]] [[ Back the f*ck up, alright?
- Too much walking ]] [[ *Spends 90% of day sitting and 10% laying down*
- Snoopers ]] [[ People who go through his stuff, especially his writing

Fears;
~ Medical needles
~ Spiders
~ His twin leaving him

Fun-Facts;
* He is easily scarred when watching horror movies with Nabi, but he won't tell his twin so he puts up with them
* He is a casual smoker-- Only when he's really stressed out does he pull out a pack
* He is extremely ticklish, especially on his stomach
* His favorite flavor is strawberry anything
* He really likes to climb things, be it trees, walls, fences, etc.

[salsaplant]

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xxxxxxxxCan you hear the counting song of p a i n , baby?
xxxxxxxxxxxx(I wanna e s c a p e now, baby)
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxNani utsuru kotaere wa m e t e k u
xxxxxxxxx(I wanna escape to you, b a b y)

Can you hear the counting s o n g of pain, baby?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
(I wanna escape, r e s c u e me)xxxxxxxxx
Kuroki hi wa ima mo w a s e r u mamaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I've l o s t you, you've left me, l o n e l i n e s sxxx
Someday, can't get b a c k to youxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Can't stop c r a w l i n g back!xxxxxxxxx

[salsaplant]

♥ I am the blond bombshell baker, Taro Hamasaki

♥ Age is just a number. 19

♥ Haters can suck my d**k. Haha, whaaaat~?

♥ This is how I am, love me or hate me. Well some people think I'm like the iconic blonde-- Dumb, ditzy, naive, etc. but really I just think I'm sweet~ If I'm clumsy or do something embarrassing, I just laugh it off and move on; I'm rather easy-going and care-free, so what's wrong with that? I'm also rather oblivious to flirting... Actually, I'm rather oblivious to a lot of things, so I hope you can be patient with me. I like cute and cuddly things and sweet boys and nyah~! Cute overload! Hahahahaha~ <3 =^.^= Oh, what were we talking about again? I kinda forgot~

♥ The day I came out of my mother's vajayjay. June 8th

♥ As I always say. "Haha, you're so silly!" "Aww, so cute~!"

♥ I jam to this song everyday. Caramelldansen

♥ Check me out.

♥ I figured more pictures of me would turn you on.
Little blondie~
♥ This is my sex-tastic story. I was born the youngest of three boys to an average middle class family. My eldest brother excelled in sports, my middle brother was great at academics, and I... Well, I was the blond one. They always picked on me, always tricked and teased me, but I put up with it-- That's what brothers are supposed to do with one another, right? So while my siblings were off at practice or at an after school activity, I would come home and help my mom bake and cook for the rest of the family. I was jealous that my brothers were so much better at everything than I was, but still I was happy with my life, I had no complaints.
However, during my freshman year of high school, both of my brothers were killed. The police had told us that they were heading home together from a school dance (no one had asked me to go, so I stayed home) when a drunk driver hit their car and pushed them off the road, killing them almost instantly. My parents were inconsolable, unable to believe that their children, their prodigies, were both dead. I wanted to help them feel better, to ease their suffering from their loss, but... But all they told me was that that night, all of their sons had died. They regretted that I was the only surviving son they now had. So taking the money I had saved up for school, I packed my things and left home; there was nothing I could do to bring back my brothers.
After I found a cheap place to stay, I enrolled into culinary school, the only thing I could actually do right. To help pay for my rent and education, I also began work at a local animal shelter; it became customary that I'd fall in love with one of the animals and bring it home with me, the odd array of different animals now living at my apartment. Whatever I learned at culinary school (that didn't have much/any chocolate in it) I would bake for my dogs, making them my official taste-testers. Since being employed at Y!SS, I only work at the shelter on free weekends, but I'm super excited to start this new career! I really hope everyone is nice and they like what I make~! <3

♥ I enjoy this alot.
✿ Cute/sweet things~ <3
✿ Puppies-- I have three at home currently
✿ Baking-- It's the one thing I'm not ditzy at
✿ Dorky smiles-- They melt my heart <3
✿ The snow-- It's fun to play in!
✿ Dancing-- Usually when I'm alone though

♥ I hate this alot.
✾ Sour foods-- Eww!
✾ People who take advantage of my naivety
✾ Overly complicated words and sentences @.@
✾ Movies with sad endings

♥ This makes me s**t bricks.
✺ Bugs, especially spiders
✺ The dark-- Yes, I still have a nightlight in my bedroom
✺ Horror movies-- Some of that stuff is real ya know!
✺ Burning something in the kitchen!
✺ Doing something so embarrassing that even I can't laugh it off

♥ I'll tell you my dirty lil' secrets.
✹ I like to have Disney movie marathons-- And I usually cry during them
✹ I'm very superstitious-- Spilling salt, black cats, broken mirrors, all of it
✹ I get lost very easily-- Sometimes even in my own home

[salsaplant]

Make me walk , make me talk, do whatever you p l e a s e
I can act like a s t a r , I can beg on my k n e e sxxxxxx
Come jump in, be my f r i e n d , let us do it againxxxxxxxxxx
Hit the town, fool a r o u n d , let's go partyxxx

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You can t o u c h , you can p l a yxxxxxxxxxxx
You can say I'm a l w a y s yoursxxxx
You can t o u c h , you can p l a yxxxxxxxx
You can say I'm always y o u r sxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[salsaplant]

Call my agent ♩Salsababy2889
Front cover story is Sebastian "Bastian" Michael Walsh♩
Future ♩Vocal Legend
Live by the Emo♩, die by the ♩Emo
Rolling Stone magazine's Male♩ Center Fold
I love my ♩male and female groupies

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These go in my dressing room →
[xx]♨ LIKE 1
[xx]♨ LIKE 2
[xx]♨ LIKE 3
[xx]♨ LIKE 4

I can't work under these conditions! →
[xx]♨ DISLIKE 1
[xx]♨ DISLIKE 2
[xx]♨ DISLIKE 3
[xx]♨ DISLIKE 4

Exclusive Behind the Music →
[xx]♨ SECRET/RANDOM FACT 1
[xx]♨ SECRET/RANDOM FACT 2
[xx]♨ SECRET/RANDOM FACT 3
[xx]♨ SECRET/RANDOM FACT 4

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My Infinite Playlist →
♨ Artist Name : Song Name
Artist Name : Song Name
[[LINK(S) TO AT LEAST ONE SONG THAT BEST FITS YOUR CHARACTER AND LINK(S) TO AT LEAST ONE SONG THAT YOUR CHARACTER WOULD LISTEN TO]]

The Star of the Show →
♨CHARACTER PERSONALITY. AT LEAST 3 SENTENCES.

Autobiography of an Artist →
♨CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST 4 SENTENCES.

Cant get Enough?
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[salsaplant]

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♬ ✘ Addison Maxwell ✘ ♬
Sunset Record Company Owner and Founder

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Come day, you'll say you cannot stay.
Once more, I'll feel the same. It happens every time.
So I've come to find everyone goes away. I'm destined to remain.
You were never mine, so you were perfect.

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xxxxxxxxCan you hear the counting song of p a i n , baby?
xxxxxxxxxxxx(I wanna e s c a p e now, baby)
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxNani utsuru kotaere wa m e t e k u
xxxxxxxxx(I wanna escape to you, b a b y)

Can you hear the counting s o n g of pain, baby?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
(I wanna escape, r e s c u e me)xxxxxxxxx
Kuroki hi wa ima mo w a s e r u mamaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I've l o s t you, you've left me, l o n e l i n e s sxxx
Someday, can't get b a c k to youxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Can't stop c r a w l i n g back!xxxxxxxxx

Honestly, Ruki was sure boys didn't come any cuter than this and he couldn't help but wonder what he had done in a past life that made him deserve to have Nabiku not only as a twin, but as his lover. It had to be something pretty damn good for him to be this happy with his life. Nabi openly admitted that he didn't like overly cute and sweet and lovey-dovey things, but he made it so damn hard for Ruki not to pull his twin against his chest and shower him with kisses while whispering sweet nothings and professions of love against his lips. He was seemingly naive to the sweetness of his laughter filling the air when he saw Ruki donning the shirt on his face, or the cutely quirky face he made when nibbling on the barbell in his tongue, but it was these things that made Ruki's heart feel so light and the heat rise in his cheeks. He undeniably loved every inch of Nabiku, and it only reminded him how these love-sick thoughts would probably make his twin blow chunks from gagging on just how sickingly sweet Ruki's thoughts were of his sibling. Best keep the thoughts to himself then, though his eyes told everything with each look he gave Nabi. From these brown looking glasses, if he looked deep enough, Nabiku could see it all, he would be able to feel the gaze caressing his skin as Ruki's eyes drifted over his exposed body, he would be able to sense the warmth on a cold night as his lover watched the twin fall asleep in his arms, he would be able to know the sensation of Ruki's lips pressed to his own as the eyes traced over each curve of the lips. Ruki would never hide just how precious Nabiku was to him, his other half, and just as Nabi thought that all he'd ever need in life was Ruki, Ruki knew that he now only lived solely for Nabiku.

Dear me, Ruki's thoughts were getting far too sappy for even him now. Maybe he was better writing Hallmark cards than becoming an actual writer; at least he knew what his fall-back job would be then.

Ruki had tightened his hold slightly on Nabiku as if to make sure that he was still there in his arms, lips brushing against the metal adorning his ear when his brother chastised him for speaking aloud what he knew the two were both thinking. He loved the perfect placement of each of Nabi's piercings, almost thinking that they had been strategically thought out by the male beforehand. His ear piercings were perfect to flick around when Ruki was running the tip of his tongue around the rim of his twin's ear, his labret was perfect to tease just before a deep make-out session, his tongue piercing was perfect to engage in an erotic duel against his own when the two were playing their favorite sport of tonsil hockey, and his navel piercing was perfect to play with while his hands kneaded at the tender flesh of Nabi's hips, the perfect distance from his favorite body part. Ruki couldn't help but think Nabi had taken all of this into consideration when he got his piercings, tiny silver decorations across his body for his twin to play with just as happily as a kitten with a ball of yarn. Well whether these enticing body jewelry pieces were intentional in their ulterior motives or not, they were there, and Ruki took full advantage of them just as Nabiku did the same with his, biting and sucking and playing with them for as long as it entertained them to do so.

Speaking of biting and sucking and playing... Let's talk about Nabiku's hips. Ruki's favorite subject, and one that he was well versed in. Nabi's hips were the beginning and the end, the alpha and the omega, the A and the Z, the... Well, I think you get it now. As much as loved the rest of Nabiku's body as immensely as he did, for some reason he always gave some extra love and attention to his delectable hips. He didn't know why, he didn't know when it started, all he knew was that one day he decided that he loved hips (or rather Nabi's hips) and let the outlet for this fetish be his twin. Nabiku never really seemed to complain though, he'd just lay there on his back and let Ruki indulge which ranged anywhere from kisses along the bones to tender little nips on his skin, he doted as much affection as he could on those hips until Nabi pretty much had to kick him off. Alright, maybe his little fetish was a bit severe, but if you got one look of those hips, you'd feel the same way too! And if you got one look of those hips, you'd find that your eyes would be blackened by Ruki's fist.

Of course Nabiku didn't help his situation by getting that tattoo on his hip. At first Ruki thought it was blasphemy that he taint his hips with ink, and proceeded to throw a mini temper-tantrum on their way to the tattoo parlor. Even during the entire time that the tattoo was healing, as much as it pained him he refused to touch those hips that he had fallen in love with. But with time and Nabi's cuteness, Ruki gave in and decided to see the finished work that now decorated his twin's hips. Verdict? He fell back in love. He had to have spent about an hour just catching up on what he missed, raining all different shades of love down on Nabiku's lower half (and I'm not just talking about his hips). Each of Nabi's different tattoos were just as unique as the male himself was, so after his little tantrum, what right did he have not to love all of Nabiku's uniqueness? When Valentine's Day had rolled around, Ruki had decided to show his love in a special kind of way. Their parents had gone out to have their own valentine celebration and their sister was with their grandparents, leaving the twins to celebrate their own way. Ruki presented his first present to Nabi, a stack of new horror movies for their annual marathon (Nabiku got his usual steak, of course). But as happens with all teenagers who watch movies with their significant others, their hormones got the better of them and when off came the pants, Nabi's second present was revealed: the small 'Deshi' tattoo on his inner thigh, an intimate gift that only the two of them would ever share. And just like with Nabi's hip tattoo, there was plenty of affection given to the inked Kanji. That was always a plus.

So desperately blocking out all of the thoughts of the thigh tattoo and Nabi's hips and everything in between, Ruki eyed his pile of clothing again, deciding that he too would wait for a shower until after they tore the sheets up off their new beds several times, that way if they had a private shower Ruki could join his twin and go for Round 5... 6... Whatever number of times that they could actually get through before they passed out in each other arms and bodily fluids. Cough. Just as he was about to get dressed, he felt a hand take his wrist, the familiar head of hair tucking itself just underneath his chin, the warmth of flesh against flesh comforting to the older twin, shivering at the head gingerly nuzzling him. See what I mean? Too cute for his own good. Ruki's crooked smile tinted his lips again as his arms were swayed back and forth, also reminding him of the love-sick teen puppies; maybe there was really something behind this whole reading minds deal.

"Oh really? Haven't you heard though-- A good helping of Ruki is part of a daily balanced breakfast," His lips formed a smirk as he hoisted his arms up over his head, in so doing pulling Nabi's arms over his head as well, making the twin close the space currently between their bodies, pressed together once again chest to chest. "And as your big brother, I have to make sure you're getting a a balanced breakfast..." He let Nabi's arms go to fall around his shoulders, encircling the ever delicious hips with his own arms and without giving the boy time to argue, he connected their lips together in one last kiss. As much as Ruki wanted to kiss Nabi whenever he wanted, he knew that any more time this intimate was risking their discovery; he was definitely the less worrisome of the two, the kind where "we'll worry about it when we get to it" sort of thing, but at least he was realistic enough not to press things further.

After a few tangles of their tongues, Ruki separated their lips slowly, giving Nabiku a small eskimo kiss as he let him out of his loose grasp. "How about you get dressed first, cutie, and then we'll decide what to do about breakfast," The male suggested, "Mom might wanna keep us around for as long as possible and make us breakfast herself, so we'll see-- If not, we can stop and grab something. My treat." It'd really be a shame to let Nabi cover up his body as Ruki loved to look at it, yet he only had to remember that later on he'd be ripping them off his twin's body as quickly as his hands could manage.

His head perked up as he could now here footsteps wandering around the house, their parents finally up and getting ready to send their 'little boys' off to school. Ruki looked back at Nabiku, feeling the anxious sensation to get out of the house and get on with their lives rising inside of him. "Tell me you love me, Deshi," He whispered softly to his twin, looking into Nabiku's eyes deeply. This was their first step, their first time that they were going to finally be together not as siblings, whose love was only one that was for a sibling, but finally together as lovers, whose love wasn't measured by familial blood ties. For the next half a decade, they would only have each other... He just wanted to know that this was really happening, that Nabiku was really ready for this... Ready to be with Ruki.

[[Sorry for the super long wait and the rather crappy post >.< ]]

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My Puppet xM A S T E R : USERNAME
FULL NAME and Jill went up the hill.
London Bridge is falling down, my fair LADY or GENTLEMAN.
Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir AGE bags full.
Rub-a-dub-dub, 3 men in a tub. The PROFESSION, the Baker, the Candlestick-maker.
Mary Mary, quite contrary : BIOGRAPHY AND/OR PERSONALITY


My Puppet xM A S T E R : USERNAME
FULL NAME and Jill went up the hill.
London Bridge is falling down, my fair LADY or GENTLEMAN.
Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was MATERIALS: 1 MAIN MATERIAL AND 1 DETAIL MATERIAL (ex. Red Oak and Titanium)
Ashes, Ashes, we all PROGRAM-- UP TO 3
Pop goes the Weasel : MALFUNCTION
Mary Mary, quite contrary : PERSONALITY AND/OR QUIRKS