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Roy Christian ValericxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxRock Star

Roy silently walked down the street towards his old house. He stopped outside and looked up at it, struggling to keep the bad memories out of his head. He sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets and continued walking. He heard kids playing behind him and remembered his son, living with his ex-wife. He shrugged off the thoughts blocking his thinking and crossed the road, lost in different thoughts. Thoughts that didn't hurt him.

Finding a place to stop, Roy stood underneath a bus stop and sat down. The breeze was warm and felt like knives, digging into the skin. He sighed and looked around. He hated everything that had happened in this town, but he was there for a reason. The reunion. He sighed and laid down on the bench, tired. His black coat fell off the sides and he pulled it back up, not wanting to dirty it.

Suddenly, Roy sat up, a thought coming to him. He'd have to talk to Jamie. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and got up, then kicked the bus stop hard. He lent on it and, cursing under his breath, thought about what he was going to say after all these years. He walked in silence down the street, irritably as ever, and struggled to control his anger.

To take his mind off of it, Roy started humming his favorite song. It wasn't one of his, but it was a good song. Go With The Flow. It was by Queens Of The Stone Age, then best badn he knew beside his own. He ran his fingers through his hair and noticed how much pain there was in his foot. He sat down on a bench and rubbed his leg, still humming quietly. He heard his phone ring and took it out of his pocket, looking at it. It was his son calling.

"Hey, Joshua. Aren't you supposed to be at school?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
"It's a bank holiday today, dad," He replied quietly.
"Oh. Right, right," Roy said. "Well, where's your mum?"
"She's here," He replied. "Hey mum, dad wants you," He said faintly.
"What do you want, Roy?" She said quietly.
"I wanted to see how my ex-wife is doing, Julie," Roy said. "How's -" He started, but she hung up. "Charming."

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Roy Christian Valeric

Roy heard his alarm clock go off ten minutes early. He moaned and rolled over in bed, trying to block out the noice. He got to his feet and picked up the alarm clock, then threw it out of the open window. He heard it hit a car and the car alarm went off. He sighed and shrugged off his tiredness, then went to his wardrobes, yawning loudly. He pulled out his clothes and got dressed, then put on his bowler hat. He pulled on his leather jacket and walked to the front door. He stopped, then turned back and picked up his phone and keys. It was a lonely walk as he made hs way towards the cafe, the cold wind hitting him like knives.

Roy pulled his hat down so the brim blocked out any cold. He shivered slighlty and made his way towards the coffee shop, he grew more nervous. He didn't want to see Leah as much as he thought he would. He sighed and walked into the coffee shop. He took off his jacket and scanned the room, then saw Leah, Caitlynn and Lilith. He felt more nervous just by looking at them. They were all so different, so beautiful. He shuddered and pulled up a chair, then sat down at the table.
"So, how are my three favorite ladies doing?" He asked, grinning. He took off his hat and put it on the back of his chair, along with his jacket.

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Raven Darkhall

Raven climbed down from the tree, picked up her ruck sack and slung it over one shoulder. She walked past the guy and continued towards the school. She got her dorm key and looked around to see which way to go. She decided to take a left and walked slowly down the corridor. She came to a dorm that said Co-ed Dorm 3. She smiled and went to unlock the door, but caught sight of a little sign hanging off the handle.

Co-ed Dorm 3
Occupants:
Liam Starzak
Raven Darkhall

Raven stared at it and thought, then she pushed the thought away and unlocked the door. She looked into the room and saw two single beds, one on each side of the room. It was a big room, so there was no problem. Suddenly, her eyes widened. She ran back outside and checked the names, then stared at it again. Co-ed. She was sharing a dorm with a boy. She ran back inside, locked the door, unpakced her things then left before he could get there and see her.

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~Roy Valeric~

All these Americans calling me British
But it just turns out I'm English.

A teen lay on the sofa, a small, empty bottle dangling from his right hand. Evidently, he had been drinking heavily the night before. He stirred slightly in his sleep and woke at the sound of a voice. He knew it was Cassie, but was too tired to answer. He sat up and looked down at his jet black jeans, seeing a small rip in the leg. His black shirt was torn as well, as if he'd been in a fight. It would be useful if he could remember the events of the night before, but then he noticed the empty bottle of beer he had in his hand. he sighed and dropped it. It hit the carpet with a dull thud and he yawned quietly, getting to his feet.
___He heard a reply from his good friend, Ange, and sighed again. He rubbed the back of his head and pondered for a few moments, before staggering towards the second kitchen door. He looked at Angela, who was sitting at the table with her back to him. Apparently, her older brother and ever loving drop out was out, leaving the three of them. He slouched into the kitchen and picked up a mug off the side. He went to the kettle and turned it on, then turned around, slipping slightly on the smooth kitchen floor, his bare feet making it easier to slide. He poured himself and coffee and sipped it, looking at Angie over the top of the mug.

Art is my passion
I don't think it's out of fashion.

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Roy|Christian|Valeric

Roy turned away at the sight of Lucas kissing Taylor. He always found it pretty sick when they kissed, but it was their choice, not his. After their brief and annoying conversation, Roy heard a Taylor ask him something. Before he could reply to the question, however, freezing cold water hit his back, making him jump up and turn around. A group of the silliest boys he had ever seen were watching him, laughing insanely, a mop bucket laying empty on the floor.

Roy sighed and clenched his fist, three words going through his head again and again. Don't spaz out. Don't spaz out. Don't spaz out. He sighed once more and sat down again, pulling his soaking shirt away from his skin.

"Uhh..." He hesitated, really not quite sure. "Yeah," Roy replied finally, looking at Taylor and pulling his drenched headphones out of his ears.Oh, God, they trashed my iPod!" He yelled angrily, looking around. Suddenly losing his cool, he jumped up and started shouting at the boys, almost all the swears he knew came pouring out of his mouth as he shouted at the group.

x+xx+x

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RoyxxChristianxxValeric

A young, dark haired teen was standing in the school field, one foot steadily balanced on a football. He kicked it into the air and attempted to keep it up as long as possible. He was alone on the field, which gave him better concentration. He didn't care if the bell had rang. All he cared about was keeping the football off the ground.

Sighing, the teen dropped the football and started walking up towards the school, swinging the heavy school bag over his shoulder. He walked past a few classes, only to pause outside one. He saw Daniel and various other friends sitting inside, which made him smile. Feeling rather hyper, he decided to mess about with his fellow friends.

Waving his hands energetically to get their attention, he pointed frantically at the teacher and pretended to hang himself. Most of the class laughed, and when the teacher looked round, he slipped out of sight. He appeared back at the window when the teacher turned their back. He grinned and pulled stupid faces, making himself look like someone who deserved to be in an asylum for the mentally ill.

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Roy Christian Valeric
T h e u l t i m a t e g o t h

Roy was laying on his bed, his iPod playing loudly through the headphones. He was sprawled at such an angle that he could prop his book up on his pillow and read. The book was the most enjoyable he had ever read, and he had read lots of books. He had almost literally cleared out the library in the British country village. He loved it there, especially the way he fitted in from his accent. He remembered spending hours upon hours int he library, reading.

There wasn't much time to drift into thought after those vague memories, as Roy's eyes slowly slid shut and his head hit the soft pillow. It was hardly a second before he was waking up, the sound of seagulls and waves breaking the silence. The cold bed that he was laying on had turned into hot, scalding sand. He sat up hastily and staggered to his feet, rubbing his elbows where the sand had burnt him. He looked around, his eyes wide with fright.

The scene of a sandy beach surrounded him, very unlike the black walls of his bedroom. He walked towards the water, stumbling as he went. A queasy feing had come over him, feeling like he was going to be sick, but just couldn't manage it. He stared around him, trying to understand.
"Oh, s**t..." He whispered softly, realising where he was. He was in the scene of the book, where he was standing on a sandy beach, the water rippling ahead of him.

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Raven Lillith Darkhall

Raven folded her arms and watched Tatum, only taking in half of what he was sayng. All the same, she didn't like it one bit. She glared at him angrily and stayed seated, not prepared to move just because he said so.

"I should never have cared for you. I worry about you, and all you do is scoff in my face," She snapped angrily, getting up. She stood on her skateboard and frowned. "You're such a b*****d," She spat, before skating off.

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мαяcυs נαмєs яιcнαяםs
т н є • ℓ σ и є ℓ ч • s υ ι c ι ם α ℓ

»» Marcus felt hands on his shoulder and looked up, seeing the best friend he could have hoped for. Landon. He smiled vaguely as he watched the boy put his hand in what looked like a splint. He felt a rag get pressed against his nose and let the boy wipe up the blood.
"Thanks," He muttered quietly, getting up. He hugged Landon tightly, feeling like he hadn't seen himin years. It had only been a few months.

»» Marcus looked at the guitar strapped round Landon's shoulder and smiled gently before taking in his features as if he didn't know him. When his nose finally stopped bleeding, he wiped away the rest of the liquid and clenched his fist round the rag, looking at the male on the floor. He laughed quietly and turned back to Landon.

»» Marcus looked at Landon's wrist and grabbed by the upper arm. He held his wrist gently as he looked at the bandage, surprised.
"What happened to you, Landon?" He asked, worried. It scared him when Landon popped up with bandages covering him. He always panicked. He always overreacted. Thankfully, this time he was in no mood to panic. He slid the sleeve down carefully and looked up at the boy.

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α в c ם/∂/δ є ғ ɢ н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т υ v ω x ץ/ч z

⒜ ⒝ ⒞ ⒟ ⒠ ⒡ ⒢ ⒣ ⒤ ⒥ ⒦ ⒧ ⒨ ⒩ ⒪ ⒫ ⒬ ⒭ ⒮ ⒯ ⒰ ⒱ ⒲ ⒳ ⒴ ⒵
ａ ｂ ｃ ｄ ｅ ｆ ｇ ｈ ｉ ｊ ｋ ｌ ｍ ｎ ｏ ｐ ｑ ｒ ｓ ｔ ｕ ｖ ｗ ｘ ｙ ｚ

Ａ Ｂ Ｃ Ｄ Ｅ Ｆ Ｇ Ｈ Ｉ Ｊ Ｋ Ｌ Ｍ Ｎ Ｏ Ｐ Ｑ Ｒ Ｓ Ｔ Ｕ Ｖ Ｗ Ｘ Ｙ Ｚ


Ⓐ Ⓑ Ⓒ Ⓓ Ⓔ Ⓕ Ⓖ Ⓗ Ⓘ Ⓙ Ⓚ Ⓛ Ⓜ Ⓝ Ⓞ Ⓟ Ⓠ Ⓡ Ⓢ Ⓣ Ⓤ Ⓥ Ⓦ Ⓧ Ⓨ Ⓩ

ⓐ ⓑ ⓒ ⓓ ⓔ ⓕ ⓖ ⓗ ⓘ ⓙ ⓚ ⓛ ⓜ ⓝ ⓞ ⓟ ⓠ ⓡ ⓢ ⓣ ⓤ ⓥ ⓦ ⓧ ⓨ ⓩ

Letters II

Ȁ Ȃ Ȧ Ӓ Ӑ Ʌ Ⱥ Ά Α Λ Ѧ Д ᾈ ᾉ ᾊ ᾋ ᾌ ᾍ ᾎ ᾏ • ȁ ȃ ɑ ɒ ɐ ȧ α ά Δ д ӓ ӑ ᾀ ᾁ ᾂ ᾃ ᾄ ᾅ ᾆ ᾇ ᾰ ᾱ ᾲ ᾳ ᾴ ᾶ ᾷ
Ƀ β Ѣ • Ђ Ъ Ь ъ ь Ϧ ɓ ʙ ϐ ѣ б в Ҍ ҍ
Ȼ ʗ Ͻ Ͼ Ͽ Ϲ Ѽ Ҁ Ҫ • ɔ ȼ ς ϲ ѽ ҁ ҫ
ɖ ɗ ȡ ʠ δ
Ȅ Ȇ Ӗ Ɇ Ѐ Ȩ Ȝ Έ Ё Ε Ξ Σ ξ Є Э Ӭ З Ѯ Ҿ Ҽ Ӛ Ә Ӟ Ҙ ә • ə ε έ з є э е ϵ ϶ ȅ ɘ ȇ ɇ ȩ ѐ ё ѯ ҿ ҽ ӛ ӟ ҙ ӗ ӭ
Ϝ Ғ Ӻ • ϝ ɟ ʄ ӻ ғ
Ѡ Ѿ • ɠ ɡ ʛ ɢ ɞ ʚ ɕ
Ȟ Ή Η Ң Ҥ Һ Ӈ Ӊ Ҕ ᾘ ᾙ ᾚ ᾛ ᾜ ᾝ ᾞ ᾟ • ʜ ɦ ћ ʮ ʯ ɧ ȟ ɥ ђ Ћ н ӈ ӊ ң ҕ ҥ
Ȉ Ȋ Ί Ϊ Ῐ Ῑ Ὶ Ί • ȉ ɨ ɩ ɪ ȋ ϊ ΐ ῐ ῑ ῒ ΐ ῖ ῗ
Ɉ Ј • ɉ ȷ ʝ ϳ
Ќ Қ Ҟ Ҝ Ҟ Ӄ • ʞ ɮ κ ќ қ ҝ ҟ ҡ ӄ
Ƚ ζ • ʟ ɫ ɬ ʅ ɭ ȴ ʃ ʄ ʆ
Ϻ Ӎ • ɯ ɰ ɱ ϻ ӎ
Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й • ȵ ɲ ɳ ɴ ή π η и й ѝ л ҋ ӣ ӥ ᾐ ᾑ ᾒ ᾓ ᾔ ᾕ ᾖ ᾗ ὴ ή ὴ ή
Ȍ Ӧ Ȏ Ȭ Ȫ Ȯ Ȱ ʘ Ό θ Ѻ ϴ Ӫ Θ Ѳ Ю ф Ὸ Ό • ȫ ȭ ȍ ȏ ȯ ȱ ɵ ɸ σ ϕ ό Φ ѻ ѳ ӧ ӫ
Ρ Ҏ Ῥ • ρ ϼ Ϸ ϸ φ ҏ ῤ ῥ
Ɋ Ϙ • ϙ ɋ Ϥ ϥ ϱ
Ȑ Ȓ Ɍ Я Г Ѓ Ӷ Ґ • я ɹ ɺ ɻ ɼ ɽ ɾ ɿ ȑ ȓ ɍ ʀ ʁ г ѓ ґ ӷ
Ș Ϩ ϩ Ϛ • ϛ ɛ ɜ ɝ ʂ ȿ ș
Ț Ⱦ Ҭ • τ Ϯ ϯ ȶ ʇ ʈ ț т ҭ
Ȕ Ʉ Ȗ Ώ Ω ц • ȕ ȗ ʮ ʯ ʉ ʊ υ μ ϑ ϋ ύ ΰ
Ʌ Ѵ Ѷ • ɣ ʋ ʌ ѵ ѷ ῠ ῡ ῢ ΰ ῦ ῧ
Ϣ Ш Щ • ϣ ш щ ѿ ѡ ʍ ώ ψ Ψ ω ϖ ᾠ ᾡ ᾢ ᾣ ᾤ ᾥ ᾦ ᾧ ῲ ῳ ῴ ῶ ῷ ὼ ώ
Ϫ Ж Җ χ Ӽ Ҳ Ӿ Ӂ Ӝ • ж ϰ ϗ ӽ ӿ ҳ ӂ ӝ җ
Ȳ Ɏ ϒ ϓ ϔ Ύ Ϋ Υ Ў У ц Ѱ Ӱ Ӯ Ӳ Ӵ Ҷ Ҹ Ӌ Ῠ Ῡ Ὺ Ύ • Ч џ ў ү ұ ɣ ɏ ȳ ʎ ʏ ɤ Ϟ λ ϫ ӯ ӱ ӳ ӵ ҷ ҹ ӌ
Ȥ • ɀ ʐ ʑ ȥ ʒ ʓ ȝ

? Ɂ ɂ ʡ ʢ ʔ ʕ ʖ ˀ ˁ
Ȣ ȣ ȸ ȹ ʣ ʤ ʥ ʦ ʧ ʨ ʩ ɶ ы ʪ ʫ Ӹ ӹ
љ њ Ѹ ѹ Ѫ Ѭ Ѥ ѥ ѧ Ѩ ѩ ѫ ѭ ѱ
҈ ҉
҈ ҉
ʬ ʭ ɚ ɷ ҂ ҃ ҄ ҅ ҆
ʰ ʱʲ ʳ ʴ ʵ ʶ ʷ ʸ ͤ ͥ ͦ ͧ ͨ ͩ ͪ ͫ ͬ ͭ ͮ ͯ ʹ ʺ ʻ ʼ ʽ ʾ ʿ ˌ ˎ ˏ ˑ ˒ ˓ ˔ ˕ ˖ ˗
˂ ˃ ˄ ˅ ˆ ː ˇ ˈ ˉ ˊ ˋ ˘ ˙ ˚ ˛ ˜ ˝ ˞ ˟ ˍˍ


Numbers

① ② ③ ④ ⑤ ⑥ ⑦ ⑧ ⑨ ⑩ ⑪ ⑫ ⑬ ⑭ ⑮ ⑯ ⑰ ⑱ ⑲ ⑳

⑴ ⑵ ⑶ ⑷ ⑸ ⑹ ⑺ ⑻ ⑼ ⑽ ⑾ ⑿ ⒀ ⒁ ⒂ ⒃ ⒄ ⒅ ⒆ ⒇

⒈ ⒉ ⒊ ⒋ ⒌ ⒍ ⒎ ⒏ ⒐ ⒑ ⒒ ⒓ ⒔ ⒕ ⒖ ⒗ ⒘ ⒙ ⒚ ⒛

❶ ❷ ❸ ❹ ❺ ❻ ❼ ❽ ❾ ❿ ⓫ ⓬ ⓭ ⓮ ⓯ ⓰ ⓱ ⓲ ⓳ ⓴

⓵ ⓶ ⓷ ⓸ ⓹ ⓺ ⓻ ⓼ ⓽ ⓾

Ⅰ Ⅱ Ⅲ Ⅳ Ⅴ Ⅵ Ⅶ Ⅷ Ⅸ Ⅹ Ⅺ Ⅻ Ⅼ Ⅽ Ⅾ Ⅿ

ⅰ ⅱ ⅲ ⅳ ⅴ ⅵ ⅶ ⅷ ⅸ ⅹ ⅺ ⅻ ⅼ ⅽ ⅾ ⅿ

Arrows

← ↑ → ↓ ↔ ↕ ↖ ↗ ↘ ↙ ↚ ↛ ↜ ↝ ↞ ↟
↠ ↡ ↢ ↣ ↤ ↥ ↦ ↧ ↨ ↩ ↪ ↫ ↬ ↭ ↮ ↯ ↰ ↱ ↲ ↳ ↴ ↵ ↶ ↷ ↸ ↹ ↺ ↻ ↼ ↽ ↾ ↿
⇀ ⇁ ⇂ ⇃ ⇄ ⇅ ⇆ ⇇ ⇈ ⇉ ⇊ ⇋ ⇌ ⇍ ⇎ ⇏ ⇐ ⇑ ⇒ ⇓ ⇔ ⇕ ⇖ ⇗ ⇘ ⇙ ⇚ ⇛ ⇜ ⇝ ⇞ ⇟
⇠ ⇡ ⇢ ⇣ ⇤ ⇥ ⇦ ⇧ ⇨ ⇩ ⇪ ⇫ ⇬ ⇭ ⇮ ⇯ ⇰ ⇱ ⇲ ⇳ ⇴ ⇵ ⇶ ⇷ ⇸ ⇹ ⇺ ⇻ ⇼ ⇽ ⇾ ⇿

Math Symbols

℀ ℁ ℂ ℃ ℄ ℅ ℆ ℇ ℈ ℉ ℊ ℋ ℌ ℍ ℎ ℏ ℐ ℑ ℒ ℓ ℔ ℕ № ℗ ℘ ℙ ℚ ℛ ℜ ℝ ℞ ℟
℠ ℡ ™ ℣ ℤ ℥ Ω ℧ ℨ ℩ K Å ℬ ℭ ℮ ℯ ℰ ℱ Ⅎ ℳ ℴ ℵ ℶ ℷ ℸ ℹ ℺ ℻ ℼ ℽ ℾ ℿ
⅀ ⅁ ⅂ ⅃ ⅄ ⅅ ⅆ ⅇ ⅈ ⅉ ⅊ ⅋ ⅌ ⅍ ⅎ ⅏ ⅐ ⅑ ⅒ ⅓ ⅔ ⅕ ⅖ ⅗ ⅘ ⅙ ⅚ ⅛ ⅜ ⅝ ⅞ ⅟

Symbols

㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏
㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢
㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰


♥
♣
♠
♦
☽☾✗✘✓ ✔ ☐ ☑ ☒ ✕ ✖✚✪✣✤✥
✱ ✲ ✳ ❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✿ ✾ ✽ ✼ ✻ ✺ ✹
✸ ✷ ✶ ✵ ✴ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋ ❖
☀ ☂ ☁ ❣ ✚ ✪ ✣ ✤ ✥ ✦ ❉ ❥ ❦ ❧
❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✄ ☪ ➸ ♨ ☢ ☠ ☭ ♈ ☮ ☯
♋ ☡ ☢ ☣ ☤ ☥ ☦ ☧ ☨ ☩ ☪ ☫ ☬ ☭
♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟ ۩ ۞
♠ ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ✦✧✩✫✬✭✮✯✰ ☼ ❣
♲ ♳ ♴ ♵ ♶ ♷ ♸ ♹ ♺ ♻ ♼ ♽♯♩♪♫♬♭
☰ ☱ ☲ ☳ ☴ ☵ ☶ ☷ ☚ ☛ ☜ ☝ ☞ ☟
☿ ♀ ♁ ♂ ♃ ♄ ♅ ♆ ♇ ♈ ♉ ♊ ♌ ♍
△ ▲ ☆ ★ ◇ ◆ ■ □ ▽ ▼ ❤❥♎ ♏ ✐✌
๑ ＃ ＠ ＆ ＊ ￥ ☸ ☆ ★ ✪ ¤ ☼ ☀ ☽☾
♡ ღ☻ ☺ ❂ ◕ ⊕ ☉ Θ o O ♋ ☯ ㊝ ⊙ ◎
◑ ◐ ۰ • ● ▪ ▫ ｡ ﾟ ๑ ☜ ☞ ☂ ♨ ☎ ☏ ✍✡

Faces

ಠ_ಠ ◕ ◡ ◕ Ü ö Ö °__° ಥ__ಥ (๑￫ܫ￩)
(︶︹︺) (*-`ω´- )人 (ц｀ω´ц*) (●ゝω)ノヽ(∀＜●) (ㄒoㄒ) >_<
⊙▂⊙ ⊙０⊙ ⊙︿⊙　 ⊙ω⊙ 　⊙﹏⊙ 　⊙△⊙　 ⊙▽⊙ o(‧'''‧)o
(◡‿◡✿) (◕‿◕✿) (◕〝◕) (∩_∩) ミ●﹏☉ミ (≧０≦) o(╥﹏╥)o


Borders I

┄ ┅ ┆ ┇ ┈ ┉ ┊ ┋ ⋮ ⋯ ⋰ ⋱
─ ━ │ ┃┌ ┐ ┍ ┑ ┎ ┒ ┏ ┓ └ ┘ ┕ ┙ ┖ ┚ ┗ ┛
┞ ┟ ┢ ┡ ┦ ┧ ┩ ┪
┣ ┫┝ ┥┠ ┨├ ┤
┬ ┭ ┮ ┯ ┰ ┱ ┲ ┳ ┴ ┵ ┶ ┷ ┸ ┹ ┺ ┻ ┼ ┽ ┾ ┿
╀ ╁ ╂ ╃ ╄ ╅ ╆ ╇ ╈ ╉ ╊ ╋ ╌ ╍ ╎ ╏
═ ║ ╒ ╓ ╔ ╕ ╖ ╗ ╘ ╙ ╚ ╛ ╜ ╝ ╞ ╟
╠ ╡ ╢ ╣ ╤ ╥ ╦ ╧ ╨ ╩ ╪ ╫ ╬
╭ ╮ ╯ ╰ ╱ ╲ ╳ ╴ ╵ ╶ ╷ ╸ ╹ ╺ ╻
≡ ≢ ≣ ≤ ≥ ≦ ≧ ≨ ≩ ≪ ≫ ≭ ≮ ≯ ≰ ≱ ≲ ≳ ≴ ≵ ≶ ≷ ≸ ≹ ≺ ≻ ≼ ≽ ≾ ≿
⊀ ⊁ ⊂ ⊃ ⊄ ⊅ ⊆ ⊇ ⊈ ⊉ ⊊ ⊋ ⊏ ⊐ ⊑ ⊒
⊕ ⊖ ⊗ ⊘ ⊙ ⊚ ⊛ ⊜ ⊝ ⊞ ⊟
⊠ ⊡ ⊢ ⊣ ⊤ ⊥ ⊦ ⊧ ⊨ ⊩ ⊪ ⊫ ⊬ ⊭ ⊮ ⊯
⊰ ⊱ ⊲ ⊳ ⊴ ⊵ ⊶ ⊷ ⊸ ⊹ ⊺ ⊻ ⊼ ⊽ ⊾ ⊿
⋀ ⋁ ⋂ ⋃ ⋄ ⋅ ⋆ ⋇ ⋈ ⋉ ⋊ ⋋ ⋌ ⋍
⋎ ⋏ ⋐ ⋑ ⋒ ⋓ ⋔ ⋖ ⋗ ⋘ ⋙ ⋚ ⋛ ⋜ ⋝ ⋞ ⋟
⋠ ⋡ ⋢ ⋣ ⋤ ⋥ ⋦ ⋧ ⋨ ⋩ ⋪ ⋫ ⋬ ⋭

Borders II

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[blehIfailsobad]

[blehIfailsobad]

Got the LA looks, wouldn't you say?

✖The Basics✖

My records say I am Gabriel James Matthews.
But I'd rather be called Gabe.
I'm pretty sure I'm a What do you think? Let me spell it for you. M-a-l-e.
I've walked this perfectly imperfect world for 19 years.

✖Behind the Face✖

It's work to be me. Some people say I'm not very nice. Selfish, cold, dark, self-centered, a liar - that's a good one - a cheat, etc. To be honest, most of them are true. Some aren't, but a lot are... I'm a bit of a cheat when it comes to gambling and drug dealing, but I don't cheat anyone else. Except shop keepers... Anyway, that's only rarely. I'm a terrible liar, as well. I'm rude, and I generally say things that get me beaten up. So, I have a lot of scars for my mistakes.
I won't apologize for who I am. I was born in London, but my parents were deported for entering England illegally. I was moved to Los Angelas when I was six because of school and stuff, but it didn't really do any good. When I turned fifteen, I went into rehab after a heroin and cocaine overdose, so I was sent to juvie for a few weeks.

I was let out of juvie, stole alcohol and cigarettes, got put back in, tried to escape, got out, sold drugs, got caught, put back in, let out, stole a car, got put back in, then finally let out when I turned seventeen. I didn't do anything bad for a whole year, but I was declared mad and sent to an asylum for a while. I got out when I turned nineteen, but I still wasn't completely sane. For some vague reason, I decided to stalk some girl called Rosemarie Norton. Have no idea why...
I would like more.
~ Drugs - mainly heroin and cocaine
~ Cigarettes
~ Alcohol
~ Skateboarding
~ Disobeying the law. It's just... fun.
~ Stalking
~ Graffiti!
Who cares about this?
~ The law
~ Juvie
~ The asylum
~ Annoying people
~ Guns
~ Getting caught
~ Police officers

✖Want to know more?✖

Oh it's just a crush. You shall never know...
My dirty little secret. You'll find out.
Shout it out! I've attempted suicide three times.
Person behind the wheel. Lullabies To Paralyse

[blehIfailsobad]

Sven Orvik

" When there's a voice in your head telling you to jump, will you?"

⇝ Sven followed Asteria to the kitchen, not sure if he wanted anything to eat. He got a glass of water and leant on the side, drinkng it slowly. He thought about the twins and sighed, realising he was going to have to beat the s**t out of them for what they did. Sighing again, he placed the empty glass on the side and rubbed his wrist, immediately regretting it. Realising he sighed too much, he kept himself from doing so another time and left the kitchen
"I'll be back in a minute," He said quietly to Asteria before going down to the basement. He picked up his packet of cigarettes and his lighter.

⇝ Sitting on his bed, Sven lit the cigarette and sighed - again - inhaling. He smiled to himself as he realised something. If his voice was fine, he'd be able to sing again. His smile turned to a grin and he got up, looking around. He was suddenly in such a good mood. Finishing his cigarette, he put it out in the bathroom and threw it in the bin before going upstairs, wiping his grin from his face. He wanted to hide his excitement.He saw Asteria again and smiled.
"Thanks for helping me," He said, his smile widening slightly. He hadn't smiled so much since he was at home singing.

⇝ Sven rummaged through his pockets and found his phone. Unfortunately, it was low battery. Sighing deeply, he got up and walked out of the kitchen, putting it on the side before leaving. Yawning, he went down to the basement again and layed down, feeling tired as always. He closed his eyes and layed there for a while, swinging his leg lazily. At some point, he may have fallen asleep. He had no idea.

[blehIfailsobad]

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Cause it's one shot, two shot, three shots, four.
We haven't had enough until we've had a little more.
It's 1..o clock, 2..o clock, 3..o clock, 4.
I think I'm watching television, I'm not really sure.

✖✖✖✖ A hysterical laugh left the darkhaired boy in the corner and he leant against the wall, clutching his stomach. He finished his can of beer and threw it, aiming for the back of a boy's head. It missed by inches and Gabriel cursed under his breath. He'd been at the party for over two hours and already drunk as hell. Picking up another can - this one full - he threw it and it hit someone, smashing open. The guy turned and started yelling, but Gabriel got up and threw another can, hitting him on the forehead. He went down and someone dragged him outside.

✖✖✖✖ Gabriel drained the bottle of whiskey and placed it on a table, grinning. He staggered and nearly fell, and the sound of laughter rang out from the girl next to him. He looked at her and muttered a curse before walked off. He was drunk. It was hard to tell with Gabriel. He hardly walked with difficulty, and he only slurred slightly. It took a while for him to get blindingly drunk, which made him lucky. Gabriel grabbed a bottle as he made his way out of the house. He slipped out, pulling cigarettes from his pocket. Sighing, he sat on the edge of the porch, lighting a cigarette.

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It's one shot, two shots, three shots, four.
My stinging ears are ringing, throat is burning, legs are sore.
It's 1..o clock, 2..o clock, 3..o clock, 4.
We were swimming in tequila now we're sleeping on the floor.