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【Masked ღ Mystery】

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○They Only Know Me By The Mask I Wear...
Haku.

○I Heard His Voice Everywhere I Went, Now I Only Hear...
Silence.

○With This Mask On You Probably Can't Tell I'm Feeling...
Happy && Thoughtful.

○I Can Take Off The Mask When I'm Here...
My House.

○There Is A Lot That Goes On In This Head...
A chatroom...?

○The Only One That Can See Past My Mask...
Um...

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• welcome to the sanctuary; Tenten
• where i can be who i wish; ﹄Tea Time Socialite﹃
• i've been here for a while; Sixteen
• it's all their fault i'm here; radium g i r l




• welcome to the sanctuary; Haku
• where i can be who i wish; 【Masked ღ Mystery】
• i've been here for a while; Eighteen
• it's all their fault i'm here; radium g i r l

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Landon Knight = DarkOrange && YellowGreen

Landon Knight = YellowGreen && SlateGray

Landon Knight = DarkOrange && YellowGreen

Landon Knight = YelloGreen && SlateGray

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xxxxMr. Mysterious

T h e F a c t s

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say my name;; Landon Derek Knight
i like the way you make it sound;; Lanny, Lan, Derek
miracle day;; Sixth of June
it's not noticeable;; I’ve got manly bits.
i've been around;; Seventeen
imma tall;; Six Feet
lies!;; One-hundred and Fifty-nine Pounds

flutter that color baby doll;; Dark Grey
all out shine;; Brunette
the million dollar shot;; I am not all that photogenic…at least that’s what I think.
you must like me 'cause I'm like this;; Alright so I have this brunette mop of hair on my head. My hair isn’t all that long, but it’s pretty messy. I’ve done all I can to tame it, but nothing seems to work. I don’t really mind too much, ‘cause I like my hair like this. I’m kind of tan, but not super - my - skin - looks - like - leather tan. There really isn’t much that is interesting about my features. I don’t have any real beauty marks, or birth marks. I do have piercings, bet you can’t guess where they are. They aren’t there; they’re on my hips. I got pierced for a stupid reason, but it was fun. I was bored and some of my friends were hanging out with me, one suggested it, and the others chipped in cash to pay for it. They all said the reaction was worth the cash it cost to get me pierced. You wouldn’t believe how painful it was; I had to wear my pants really low, and sitting was fairly difficult. No matter what I did, they stung. But my piercings have healed nicely and they haven’t hurt in months. Anyway, I suppose I should mention my clothing preferences. I tend to wear a nice button down shirt, with a pair of jeans, and shoes. Or a t-shirt and a nice suit jacket over it, with jeans and shoes. My style isn’t all that interesting, but I like it and that's all that counts.



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no time to be bashful;; Well I don’t think I’ll be Mr. Mysterious after this, but I’ll tell you about myself since you want to know. I’ll start with my personality since I believe it will interest you more than my past. I am not one to talk much. I usually keep to myself, because I’m sure no one really cares what I have to say. I’m sure I probably sounded insecure right there, or like I have low self-esteem, but I don’t. I’m actually pretty confident in myself. I know who I am and I know what I want, of course I’m also a realist and I know that I won’t get everything I want and what I do get will be because I worked hard to get it. Now being the realist I am, I know that very few people care about what I have to say, my opinions, my thoughts, my dreams, so I just don’t talk to people. Why would I waste their time and mine? After all I could be doing something more productive. Of course there are those few exceptions, those few moments where I’ll start a conversation.

Enough about that, I still have more to tell you about my personality. I’m actually really respectful and helpful, which seems to surprise a lot of people. I tend to hold doors open for everyone and anyone, I’ll offer to pay for things (though sometimes it’s more like I demand to pay for things), and I’ll help old ladies cross the street. As nice as that probably sounds don’t think I’m some goody two shoes, because I’m not. I try to treat everyone I encounter with some respect and I try my best to help them, because I can be kind of rude. Okay, I can be really rude. I tend to hold grudges forever and if I just plain don’t like someone I can get pretty vicious. I’m not great at comebacks, so I tend to take out my anger towards someone physically. But please, don’t think I’m abusive. It usually takes a lot to get me angry, and even more to make me lash out. You might wonder why I’m like this; after all I’m just that mysterious guy sitting in The Book Mark reading poetry. Well, I used to get bullied way back in elementary school. I was so tired of it, taking the brunt from these kids that I hadn’t even talked to. So when middle school rolled around I was working out, learning to fight back, and they stopped messing with me after I gave one of them a black eye. My parents didn’t like that too much, so of course I was in big trouble with him, but there was more trouble than I could have anticipated. The kid, I think his name was Billy, obviously had to explain what happened to his parents and his parents were furious. My parents tried to explain that Billy and his friends had been bullying me, and even though didn’t agree with how I handled the situation; they knew I was only fighting back. But I’m getting away from my original point, it took years for me to finally fight back, and so I may fight, but it takes quite a while for me to get that angry.

So all in all, I’m a pretty quiet kid, with a bit of an anger problem, yet I’m caring, respectful, and helpful. No wonder I’m labeled as mysterious. Anyway, I suppose I didn’t give you much to go off of personality wise, so I’ll try to better describe myself by telling you about my life. First let me explain that I live with my grandfather in house not too far from The Book Mark; the house is in walking distance. Why do I live with my grandfather? Well it’s because my parents left. You see, I’m Australian and German. My grandfather that owns the book store and his wife, are from Australia. My other grandparents, my dad’s parents, are from Germany. Now both my mother’s parents and my father parents though it would be a swell idea to move to America. They ended up in the same school district, and my parents attended the same school. Though they didn’t see each other at school and had never even noticed one other, they met through my grandfather’s bookstore. Way back when he first came to America he put his collection of books to use and set up a bookstore, of course back then it was only a book store; he later updated the book store and added the coffee shop. Anyway, my parents were both doing research over Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew, my father of course went to The Book Mark in search of the book, and my mother had the same idea. It was the typical fairytale meeting. They both reached out for the book, hands met, eyes met, they met. Upon falling in love with each other they were soon discussing wedding plans as well as baby names. My mother and father had been trying to have a child for a year after their marriage and eventually they got me.

So, earlier I mentioned that I had been bullied and I gave Billy a black eye. Well, my parents were constantly pursued by Billy’s parents. Billy’s parents wanted an apology for the supposed emotional damage I had done. My parents argued that I only gave Billy one black eye, and that Bully and his friends had done more physical and emotional damage than receiving one black eye could do to a kid. Billy’s parents kept calling the home phone, they tracked my parents down at work, it was hell for them and I felt horrible. I offered to move, figuring then that it would stop, but my grandfather had a different idea. My parents had been talking about moving to Australia, before all this Billy stuff. I hadn’t wanted to move then, so my grandfather offered to raise me, he also had a chat with Billy’s father (apparently Billy’s father was cheating on his wife with one of my grandfather’s friend’s niece, who was still in high school; which my father threatened to tell Billy’s mother.), and my parents got to move to Australia. All the harassment stopped, my parents got what they wanted, and I got to stay. Of course after word got out of me giving Billy a black eye, along with the rumors, I had become Mr. Mysterious. Since the rumors had such an undesired effect on my social life I began to withdraw, reading books, and rarely talking. There was one person that didn’t let all those rumors sway her opinion, Skye. I don’t remember exactly how we met, all I know is that after that day I had one amazing friend and things began to get better. I came out of my shell, a little, and suddenly my dead social life was resurrected. And I owe it all to Skye, which is why I’m always trying to do nice things for her. I feel that I have this huge debt to repay and I always repay my debts.

There isn’t much to tell after that; life went on, and gets a little better everyday. I try to prove I’m not this horrible monster that all the rumors say I am, while still having a social life. For the most part, the rumors are now just seen as rumors, though I’m sure there are still loads of kids that believe them, but if they won’t take the time to debunk those rumors that’s there problem.
paper or plastic;; Where do I work? Well loads of people probably assume I work at my grandpa’s bookstore. And those people would be wrong. I work at a local restaurant. I don’t have a specific job there, sometimes I’m a waiter, others I’m a cook, and on occasion I’m restocking everything. Though I’m never any two of those things on the same day.
the adored-gimme! gimme!;;
√ My Grandfather. I love this man. He gave me a home when my parents wanted to move and I didn’t want to go with them. He has an awesome collection of literature and poetry. Plus my grandpa is probably the coolest old man you could ever meet…just ask anyone, they’ll verify.
√ The Book Mark. It’s a bookstore and coffee shop, my grandpa owns it, and most of my friends hang out there. Why wouldn’t I love this place?
√ Girls. Of course I like girls, I mean who wouldn’t? Now, more specifically I like this one girl. She’s got these…habits and I’m probably not her type, so it’s just kind of this useless crush.
√ Skyler Williams. Dude. She’s awesome. She may be klutzy and all, but she’s probably the coolest person you could hope to meet, and she’s one of my closest friends. Just friends, so don’t think otherwise.
√ Sour Things. I like sour candy, sour food, and sour drinks.
√ Horror Movies. The gore, the fright, the zombies, vampires, and psychos! Really, these movies are just so awesome.
√ Darkness. I only like it ‘cause when it’s dark I get to sleep. Everything is more mysterious at night. The moon and the stars are really amazing. Plus I’ve just been a night owl, I hate waking up early.
√ Poetry and Literature. This one is pretty self explanatory.
the detested- ew! get. it. away!;;
× Valentine’s Day. First of all, Valentine’s Day is such a Hallmark Holiday. Secondly, I just don’t like how it’s all lovey dovey. I don’t want to see people making puppy faces at each other. Plus I am so tired of hearing all these young kids say they love each other. Look, maybe I'm just a bitter guy, but I think if you're any younger than seventeen you've got absolutely no idea what real love is.
× Yellow. I just don’t like this color and it irks me every time I have to see it.
× Sweets. I’m not sure why, but I really dislike sweets. I prefer sour things.
× The Media. I’m so tired of girls and guys not thinking they are good enough just because the media tells them they have to either be stick thin or unrealistically buff.
× Boredom. I don’t think anyone likes being bored, but I really hate it, especially since I do stupid things when I’m bored.
× Ruined Books. Books are there to help people, to help them either escape, or to have something that they probably wouldn’t have otherwise. Since books have yet to harm someone I don’t think it’s fair to harm them.
× Waking up early. I don’t think it’s necessary to wake up at five in the morning, or eight in the morning. Now, noon is a reasonable wake up time.
× People. Not all people, just the posers, fakes, liars, backstabbers, playas, and cruel people. Of course there’s a lot of people that fit into this category, so I figured summing it up into people would be just fine.
hold me?;;
ø Being Hated. I don’t really mind if a few people hate me, that’s to be expected. My fear is that I’ll do something completely stupid and lose all the people I care about and they hating me.
ø Tight Places. If I’m unsure of my ability to get out of somewhere I won’t be going in. No matter what.
ø Becoming Unhealthy. I’ll admit I’m not the healthiest kid around, but gaining wait, not being able to run around, or fit in or on certain things scares me.
ø Growing Old. Wrinkly skin really freaks me out.



I n D e p t h L o o k & P e r s o n a l
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whisper what needs to be heard;; I have this huge crush on Ella Kwan; I’m probably not her type, but I can still dream, right?
Also, I used to do some modeling, it wasn’t anything big; just some ads that went up in really remote locations. So no one I know knows about the modeling.

sing what needs to be read;; Hope It Gives You Hell - All American Rejects

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Landon stumbled through the front door of his grandfather’s house, feeling like his arms and legs were nothing but jello. Landon had just worked three shifts at Steak n’ Shake and he had spent all three shifts as a waiter. The young man had not realized how straining that could be on ones muscles and it amazed him, but Landon didn’t regret it one bit. He liked the feeling of working hard and having his own money and he liked the fact that he didn’t have to rely on anyone else for the things he wanted and needed. Sure Landon didn’t make enough money to support himself, but he made an adequate amount.

As Landon pulled the key out of the door he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. One vibration, someone sent him a text. Landon dug in his pocket to remove his phone, looking at the name flashing on his phone screen he smiled. It was a text from Skyler; or rather Sky High appeared on his cell screen since that was Landon’s nickname for Skyler. Skyler had been best friends with Landon since kindergarten. They met thanks to Skye’s klutziness, which is why Landon loved it so much. After all, without Skye being klutzy they would have never met and Landon just couldn’t imagine life without Skye.

Skye was like a sister only she was much better than a sister. She wouldn’t tell his crushes embarrassing stories, even though she knew them all and Skye seemed to always be there when Landon needed her most. She always seemed to have his best interest at heart, which was good, since Landon wasn’t the best at making good decisions; especially when he was bored. Landon had opened the text message.

"Ugh. I've got night shift =[
Visit me soon otherwise I'll run into something...
and probably crush someone underneath a bookshelf.
- Sky High"

It only took Landon a few seconds to send a reply.

“Bummer. I’ll be there soon, just gotta shower.
I just finished working three shifts at Steak n’ Shake and now I smell like greasy fries.
D:
Please don’t crush anybody, especially yourself.
- Lan-lan”

A little message popped up on Landon’s phone stating that his message had sent. Landon just nodded at the phone and headed towards his room. The house was a one story house, so Landon’s room wasn’t too far from his grandfather’s. Luckily neither male made it known if he got lucky for the night; well actually Landon didn’t usually bring the girls he dated home. He guessed it was because he didn’t want them to see his room. It wasn’t that Landon had a messy room; it was just that his room was full of paintings and poetry. Sure a lot of people could guess that Landon liked poetry, but very few of them actually knew that he wrote poetry or painted pictures. Not like his poetry or pictures were any good, it was just a hobby and it helped him express himself; that was all the mattered.

So the house wasn’t a mansion, but it wasn’t a tiny little shack either. It was the perfect size for Landon and his grandfather. Landon and his grandfather? What about his grandmother? She died of natural causes a couple years back, so now it’s just Landon and his grandfather.

Landon had reached his room, pushed the door open, and disrobed while on his way to his bathroom. Landon had his own bathroom connected to his room, which was great because sharing a bathroom with your grandfather could be awkward at times. It took Landon about thirty minutes to shower, since he liked to take his time; only five minutes to slip into some comfortable clothes, grab his cell, some money, and be back out of the house. Landon didn’t get in his car, or grab his bike; he just walked to The Book Mark, since they lived that close.

Landon pushed open the doors to The Book Mark side of the store and walked towards the front counter, where he thought Skye would be. Unfortunately Landon was wrong, but Landon didn’t freak out. There had yet to be any loud noises, or crashing bookshelves, no one had gone running past him shrieking about things toppling over, so he figured that Skye was fine; at the very least she was busy. So Landon walked around the counter where he noticed a few carts of books that needed to be shelved. Landon didn’t have much to do, his arms and legs were feeling much better after his earlier shower, and he figured that Skye could use help shelving the books. Plus she’d probably run across him while he was shelving.

Landon tended to help out the employees if they needed it, sometimes he’d cover for them so they could spend a holiday with their parents, or go on a date with their crush. Landon didn’t mind, he spent time there, so he might as well do something helpful.

Landon wheeled the cart out from behind the counter towards its appointed home, the teen books section.

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*.:｡✶*ﾟ’ﾟ･✶.｡✎Diem Anthony Sokoke

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･✶.｡✎ Diem - I would prefer you call me this.
Tony - Only my mother called me this.
･✶.｡✎ Winter 5
･✶.｡✎ Twenty Five
･✶.｡✎ I'm of the moustache growing gender.
･✶.｡✎ However, I like those of the baby birthing gender.
･✶.｡✎ I'm just a resident at Rundoon Inn, but I used to be a butler.

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･✶.｡✎ I had never known my parents, since they left me at an orphanage when I was three. I guess most kids ask themselves why their parents hadn’t wanted them, I wasn’t one of them. Staying at the orphanage until I was seven had taught me a few things. One, I was going to have a multitude of jobs. Whenever I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I had always given the same answer “Everything.” The other thing the orphanage taught me was that I could find out about people just by keeping quiet. All the other little kids came to me when they were fighting, or sad. I was rather shy and reserved so I guess it just seemed natural for them to tell all their problems to the quiet kid; maybe they figured I was a better at listening since I didn’t talk as much. Life at the orphanage was working out great for me. I was constantly learning, growing, and having fun. Most of the time all the kids got along; we were like our own family. As nice as it was being like a family, every kid there still wished for a real family. My wish wasn’t particularly strong yet it was still granted. When I was seven I was adopted by a single mother. She was unable to have her own kids, however she wanted a child of her own and there I was looking for a parent.

We had grown close in a short amount of time. Sara Mason, that was my mother’s name, had spent weeks trying to get me out of my shell. She would ask me what I liked to do, how I would like my room decorated, if I would want any pets. Sara figured these were all good things to cover with a little boy. Sara let me design my room, which of course had a racecar bed; I was allowed two pets, both of which were cats; and I told her I liked trying new things, which she took to heart and every weekend we were trying something new. One weekend we flew kites, the next weekend we rode bikes; we played sports and made cupcakes. It was always interesting. It went on like this until I started junior high, then we didn’t spend as much time together. Sara was always going on dates, saying I needed a father figure; I was always hanging out with my friends and girls. Though we didn’t spend as much time together, we were still pretty close.

As time went on, I grew and Sara found love. My new father was a seemingly pleasant man, so I didn’t mind leaving for college. Of course I should have realized that such a nice man could never exist. Two years of college later I received a call from the police, my mother was dead. Apparently Gary, Sara’s husband, had been beating her and one night he took it too far ending up killing her. Now Gary is rotting in jail. Though my mother is gone I still have one member of my family left, my cat. Cali, my calico cat, was a kitten I got when I went to college. She has been everywhere with me, through college, my mother’s death, and my brief job as a butler. I may have forgotten to mention that. I used to be a butler, but after a year I was let go. It wasn’t that I was a bad butler; it was just that the Kellers were an elderly couple and they decided to go into a retirement community instead of staying in there large home.

So here I am, living at the Rundoon Inn while I get things in order. I may be here for a bit or I might end up staying. So far I’m just taking it a day at a time.

･✶.｡✎ I believe earlier I mentioned I had been a shy and quite child; well I never grew out of that. For some reason whenever I’m around someone new I tend to be withdrawn and I have a horrible time speaking to them. I suppose I tend to come off as rude or snobby, however that is definitely not the case. I usually am not mean to people, except Harlow. Ever since I have arrived here she always accuses my innocent Cali of trying to eat her stupid canaries. Anyway, so I’m pretty passive and quiet, though once I get to know someone I tend to share more of myself with them. The longer I’ve known you the more you probably know about me.

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･✶.｡✎ Move Long – All American Rejects
･✶.｡✎ No one has really caught my attention yet.

･✶.｡✎ `Cali - Well I like all cats, but Cali has to be my favorite.
`Reading - I just enjoy reading.
`Learning - I love learning new things, it keeps me occupied.
`Food - I'm a bit of a glutton.
`Music - Calm, soothing music is my favorite.
`Sports - I don't like watching them as much as I like playing them. I enjoy sports like baseball or soccer the most.
`Glasses - I think they make me look distinguished, plus I have to wear them to read.
`Folklore - I find it very interesting.
`Cultures - I enjoy learning about cultures and their traditions.
`Being a butler - It's actually pretty enjoyable.
･✶.｡✎ `Birds - Mainly just Harlow's birds, but all birds tend to be annoying.
`Water - I can't swim, neither can Cali.
`Gary - He killed my mother.
`Harlow - She's always accusing my poor Cali of trying to eat her darn canaries!
`Yellow - I just don't enjoy this color.
`Rainy Days - They aren't very fun.
`Violence - I don't think it is necessary.
`Dances - I can't dance.
`Pickles - They just don't taste that great to me.
`Salads - I just don't like them.

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*.:｡✶*ﾟ’ﾟ･✶.｡✎Harlow Ann Sparrow

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･✶.｡✎ Harley - A simple variation of my first name.
Bird - I believe that only one person has called me this; as it turns out he had forgotten my name and only seemed to remember that my last name was a type of bird. However I don't mind this nickname.
･✶.｡✎ Summer 10
･✶.｡✎ Twenty One
･✶.｡✎ I'm a hen.
･✶.｡✎ But I like the roosters.
･✶.｡✎ I work at the Shadow Thieves Market for Mister Lovell!

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･✶.｡✎ I had a fairly normal childhood; I had my parents, my brothers, my sisters, and our pets. My parents worked hard to put a roof over the heads of me and my eight brothers and sisters. I was right in the middle of the family, four elder siblings and four younger siblings. Being the middle child had its advantages, as I wasn’t as closely watched as the eldest and the youngest; I was also never babied and no one came to me for advice. My life was as simple as it could get. As an adolescent I tended to just skate through life, only doing enough to get by and occasionally recognized. I suppose during my senior year I wanted something a little more than what I was used to. I guess I wanted to be somebody rather than just the girl that people recognized, but never took the time to get to know. I had figured this desire of mine was just some phase I was going through, so I continued my life as I always had.

After high school and a year of college, I had decided to leave my family and try to make it in a completely new place. I had heard of the islands and I figured it was as good a place as any to start living on my own. When I arrived I wasn’t even sure where I would live, or what I would do. I only had a year of college and very little experience in the job market, eventually though I ran across the Shadow Thieves Market. It seemed like an enjoyable place to work and I would most likely meet the entire island’s inhabitants; I’d kill two bugs with one chemical spray. That last thing I said is kind of weird, right? Well you see I don’t like the phrase kill two birds with one stone. Thing is I have birds, lots of birds. I have about five that actually live in my house, and at least fifteen that make frequent visits to my house. I suppose the other fifteen don’t actually count as pets, but I like to think they do.

Speaking of my lovely little birds reminds me of Diem and his cat. Are you aware that his cat, Cali, is constantly attacking my little canaries? Because she is. The cat just waits around outside my home, staring into the windows, trying to figure out how she can have a cute little canary snack. Diem doesn’t believe me. Anywho, I suppose I shouldn’t bore you with the more talk of my lovely, little, birdies.
･✶.｡✎ If I had to describe myself I’d say I am kind of paranoid. I tend to find myself thinking that something bad will be waiting for me around the next bend. It’s not like that’s all I think about, or that I’m only a paranoid person, I have other qualities. It’s just that I felt I should mention my paranoia first, just so you know what you’re getting into. Though I often have paranoid thoughts, on the outside I tend look calm and carefree. Or at least that’s what I’ve been told…of course he could have lied to me. Anyway, I suppose I come off as calm and carefree because I don’t like pushing my burdens, feelings, and thoughts on others. I like to keep what I’m thinking and feeling to myself, which is fine since I can usually deal with my issues by myself. Though there are times when I like to walk in the forest, with my lovely canaries fluttering overhead, and just talk about how I’m feeling. I tend to find a nice quiet area of the forest and just sort of get out my feelings, so far I don’t think anyone has realized I do this. If they did, do you think they’d think I was talking to myself? Maybe someone knows all about how I feel and think and they’re going to use this knowledge against me. Sorry. I tend to get distracted.

Let me just go over everything we covered, just to make sure you’ve got all of it. I tend to be paranoid, though on the outside I appear as if I’m in a serene state of mind; I suppose I should get help for that.
I like to take long walks through the forest, with my canaries, and talk about how things are going; just to vent. On occasion I get distracted by my thoughts. I really am a happy person and I love living on the islands. I don’t consider many people my friends, just because I’m not really sure they’d want to be my friend. Though I am fairly talkative, I don’t discuss my thoughts or feelings with the people around me.
I guess that’s all you need to know. Simple, right?

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･✶.｡✎ That’s Not My Name – The Ting Tings
For a Pessimist, I’m Pretty Optimistic – Paramore
･✶.｡✎ I can't say I really have a crush on anyone at the moment.

･✶.｡✎ ` Dancing – Well, I don’t really like dancing in front of others, but I do enjoy dancing. I took a few years of ballet and tap back when I was a kid, I’ve kept on with it though I haven’t mentioned it to anyone.
` Birds – They’re amazing, if you could fly I’d think you’re amazing too.
` Diem – I just like the fact that he used to be a butler. Have you ever heard the stories he tells about being a butler? Neither have I, but I bet they’re wonderful.
` Vanilla – I enjoy the smell and taste of it.
` Yellow – Canaries are yellow, did you know that?
` Haircuts – I haven’t had an actual haircut in a while, my hair is so frikkin’ long, but I still think haircuts are enjoyable.
` Singing – I can’t sing, but I like listening to others sing.
`Windy Days– I just like windy days.
` Getting Mail – Well, it’s always nice to know someone thinks enough of you to write you.
` The Forest – It’s a lovely place.

･✶.｡✎ ` Being Emotional – I understand it’s good to get out your emotions, I just find it to be a very awkward thing to do in front of others.
` Baking – Last time I tried to bake a cake I wasn’t sure what I ended up with, but it definitely wasn’t a cake.
` Pasta – I enjoy all sorts of pasta themed foods, like spaghetti, macaroni, and others.
` Having Long Hair – I think my hair is nice, however I would like to have short hair I just don’t think I could pull it off.
` Dating – It’s okay, but it’s way too stressful.
` Getting Sick – I’m pretty sure no one enjoys this.
` Blending In – It’s pretty boring.
` Fire – I’m terribly afraid of burning to death.
` Ice Skating – All those sharp blades on a fairly slippery surface, it just spells disaster.
` Romantic Movies – They make me sad, because I know real life is rarely ever like those movies.

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Little chirps could be heard through out the house. The sun was up, the birds were up, but Harlow was still in bed. She wasn’t sleeping; she just didn’t want to get out of bed. Today was the Valentine’s Day Dance and Harlow didn’t have a date. Of course, she hadn’t really put herself out there enough to be asked by anyone. So it was completely her fault she had no one to go with and Harlow knew that. The only problem now was that Harlow wasn’t exactly sure what to do with herself. She pulled the sheets up over her face and rolled over on her side. “Just let me hide a few minutes longer.” She whispered to one in particular. That’s really all Harlow ever did; she always talked to no one, or rather she talked to herself. It was probably odd that she never talked about her feelings to anyone and instead visited the forest to express her thoughts and feelings, but Harlow liked it. She could just talk about whatever, no one heard so she never felt like she was being judged, and her thoughts weren’t down on paper so someone could find them and read them. Still it was nice to get everything out and saying it all often put things in perspective. Plus, the forest is such an interesting place. There are all those animals and the island shaman, Matoskah, lives there; I’ve never actually spoken to him, but he seems rather intriguing. Just thinking about the forest made Harlow want to pay the area a visit.

“Okay.”

The word hung in the air for a few minutes only to be swallowed up suddenly by the chirping of her canaries. Harlow’s canaries – Jaffrey, Benedikt, James, Hawthorne, and Wanderly – were all named from characters in a book she had read years ago. Though all of the names were male, Hawthorne and Wanderly were both female canaries. Harlow had thought it clever to name her canaries after friends in a book; though she always thought things like that were clever, even when they weren’t.
Harlow smiled to herself as she pulled the sheets off herself; it was a comfortable seventy-three degrees in her small house, warm enough to be enjoyable yet chilly enough to require sheets. The girl was dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt; both articles of clothing fit comfortably though they were a little too loose. Harlow made her way out of her room, across a small hallway, and into the bathroom. Harlow wasn’t in a hurry so she took her time with getting ready. She stayed in the shower until the water ran cold, brushed her hair longer than needed, and brushed her teeth ‘til they felt like they were going to fall out. Harlow didn’t bother with make-up; why should she make herself look flawless when she was, in fact, very flawed? Besides she liked the natural look.


Harlow was now wrapped in a towel standing in front of her closet. What would she wear today? It didn’t matter, so she just pulled out a pair of black jeans and a blue t-shirt. The t-shirt, which was one of Harlow’s favorites, was rather old and as such it was a bit snug. Harlow didn’t particularly like showing off her body, in fact it made her feel rather uncomfortable, and so Harlow grabbed a light, gray, jacket to throw on. Practically every clothing item that Harlow owned was one color with no designs; she accredited her clothing choices to the fact that she liked things simple, unlike her personality. Harlow left her room and on her way to the front door checked on all her canaries. She gave them each a bit more seeds and some water, leaving their cage doors open in case any of them wanted to spread their wings and fly about the house. At the front door Harlow slipped on a pair of plain, gray, shoes before stepping out of her home. Harlow left her home wandering if she should stop in on the Shadow Thieves Market and see if she was needed, but she figured that her boss, Lucian Lovell, had a date for the dance and was busy getting ready or something like that. After all Lucian was a good looking man and could easily get a date. So, Harlow continued on her way to the forest; her long hair, which was held in two pigtails by blue ribbons, swayed with each step she took. Having such long hair could be such a bother as people always wanted to mess with it, or touch it, which was always very awkward for Harlow. The girl would have cut it shorter long ago, but she always told herself she’d do it tomorrow; the real reason Harlow wouldn’t cut her hair was because like most of her things, Harlow was attached to her hair in both a literal and emotional way.

Harlow didn’t ponder over her hair for long, as she focused on where she was walking and all the sights to be held. Really Neverland Islands was a very charming place.

◤ Уεαн, I Gεт Aяоυиd... ◢


Lucian;; He's my boss and a very nice man.
Diem;; He's nice too, even though his cat isn't.

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He couldn’t breathe.

“I’m suffocating!” It was a scream, but it was muffled so much that it sounded more like a whisper. “Cali, get off!” Diem shouted again as he pulled his sleeping calico cat off his face. For some reason, unknown to anyone, Cali liked to curl in a ball and sleep on Diem’s face; usually the young man woke up finding it difficult to breathe. Cali, now awake, mewed at Diem and moved down to the foot of his bed; at least she wouldn’t be disturbed there. Diem took in a deep breath and let it out. “So nice to be able to breath.” He muttered as he sat up. Diem sat on his bed for a moment, before getting up and heading to his closet.

“Let’s see, today is Saturday. Isn’t there something going on today?” Diem wondered. He had a calendar, however he didn’t have any events marked down on it, since he wasn’t sure what all was celebrated on the islands. He figured that they may have some special holidays of their own, or at least a special tradition, unfortunately Diem was too shy to ever ask anybody about them. Now, Diem did know that today was Valentine’s Day; however he never figured there would be dance for it. Plus the only person he ever talked to, or rather yelled at, was Harlow and they only ever argued about Cali. So, Diem had no idea there was a dance, even though there was chatter about it everywhere; this man isn’t very observant.

"Oh well."

Diem continued to stand in front of his closet looking into it, wondering what he should wear. Most of his clothes are from the days he spent as a butler, so they’re suits and tuxedos. However a small portion happens to be casual clothing, just your typical t-shirts and jeans. Today Diem decided that he would wear a black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He slung his clothes over his arm and headed towards the bathroom; it’s always good to start a day clean and refreshed, at least that’s what Diem thinks. Once inside the bathroom Diem made sure the door was locked, because there are other people here and he didn’t want anyone accidentally seeing him naked.

Diem took his time in the shower; once he was finished he threw on his clothes and walked back into his room. Diem looked at Cali, she was still sleeping so he figured he’d come back later and let her out of the Inn, since she liked to roam the islands. Diem checked his room one last time before leaving; he wanted to make sure it wasn’t too messy, so it would be less work for the Rundoon Inn maid, Mei-Li Min. There wasn’t much mess, just a few papers scattered about, and the sheets were tousled a bit, but that was it. Diem sighed, he felt bad that Mei-Li had to clean his room for him. Sometimes he just wanted to tell her it wasn’t necessary, but he figured it would only get her in trouble. Fortunately Diem managed to keep his room fairly clean.

Diem left his room, closing the door quietly so as not to wake Cali and he headed towards the front door of the Rundoon Inn. Diem considered going to the Pixie Café for breakfast, since it seemed like such a lovely little place. Diem nodded his head. The Pixie Café was supposed to have such lovely sweets and Diem felt like having something sugary for breakfast. At times Diem often got weird cravings, especially in the morning, still there were two things Diem never craved and those were pickles and salads. He wasn’t really sure why, but just the thought of pickles and salads made him want to get sick. However sweets were one of Diem’s favorites, luckily he had a high metabolism and didn’t gain any weight.

Diem started on his way towards the Pixie Café. He was so lucky to live on an island such as this, even if it was only temporary. After all Diem would probably have to leave after a year or so to find a job and maybe a wife. He hoped he'd find all that here, though it seemed unlikely that anyone would take to him when there were so many other guys around.

[[OoC;; I just assumed they had their own bathrooms connected to their rooms, if this is wrong I'll be sure to change it.]]

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Harlow Sparrow ; She always asks my about my butler stories! I don’t know what she’s talking about! I think she hit her head and knocked a few screws loose.


Mamoru Harumi ; He’s the cook at the Rundoon Inn. I’ve never actually had a conversation with him, but he looks nice.

Mei-Li Min ; She’s the maid at the Rundoon Inn, such a lovely girl! I feel bad that she has to clean my room though.

Usagi Hanami ; He’s the Innkeeper of the Rundoon Inn and a very kind man. He let my Cali stay with me!

[radium g i r l]

×××××××××××××They say words go here.

Hi, my name is awesome

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*.:｡✶*ﾟ’ﾟ･✶.｡✎ Graham Riley Dunlevy

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･✶.｡✎ Graham Cracker :: Well I am a baker and my name is Graham, I was sure something like this would happen.
xxxxxxRiley :: Perhaps it’s easier to remember than my first name, or maybe I’m just more of a Riley than a Graham.
･✶.｡✎ I came into this world in Winter on the Sixth day.
･✶.｡✎ Twenty years old!
･✶.｡✎ I’m Mr. Customer…
･✶.｡✎ Looking at all those yummy treats! xxxxxxx [He likes everyone.]
･✶.｡✎ I’m the Baker and Waiter at the Pixie Cafe.

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･✶.｡✎ Biography ( 2 - 4 paragraphs. DO NOT EXCEED. )
･✶.｡✎ Confident, Caring, Flirty, Oblivious

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･✶.｡✎ Don’t Trust Me – 3Oh!3
Cooking By the Book – Lazy Town
･✶.｡✎ Everyone is so cute! It’s hard to pick just one.

･✶.｡✎ Baking :: Would I be a baker if I didn’t like baking?

Sweets :: It’s hard for me to not eat what I make.

Valentine’s Day :: Such a lovely day! Lovely, get it?

Horror Movies :: I love a good scare! Plus it gives me an excuse to grab a hold of whatever hottie is sitting next to me!

Summer :: I love the hot weather and the scantily clad bodies!

Being Loyal :: I may be flirty but I never cheat on someone.

Masquerade Parties :: Don't know what you're getting until the masks come off!

Surprises :: I don't like romantic surprises, just the regular kind.

Puns :: I like making puns, even though I know no one else likes them.

Cheer :: I like being cheerful and I like cheerful people. I try not to be downer, since it serves no purpose, however I do understand that people can't be cheerful one-hundred percent of the time.

･✶.｡✎ Pens :: When I write something I like having the option to change it, with pens I don’t get that option.

Winter :: Sure, I was born in Winter, but I still despise the cold weather.

Romance :: I just don't like all the gushy, mushy, romance stuff; It's fine for other people, I just don't like it.

Sleeping :: It's my least favorite thing to do, so I sleep as little as possible. I'm pretty sure I have insomnia...or something.

Night :: My body thinks its supposed to sleep at night, well I say no!

Video Games :: I'm horrible at them!

Prudes :: Everyone has needs and I don't think it's normal to ignore those needs.

Depression :: I don't think anyone actually likes being depressed.

Kids :: They just aren't for me.

Germs :: Uh...Ew!

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･✶.｡✎ radium g i r l