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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.

✖✖✖✖ Getting up, Gabriel decided to go for a walk. He walked across the grass to the pavement and opened the bottle of whiskey, taking a large swig. Smacking his lips slightly, he took another swig and made his way along the pavement, looking around. He had no idea where he was going, which was probably for the best. Seeing a shop, Gabriel took a quick decision to go in.


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.

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ＷＨＥＲＥＳ ＯＵＲ ℜock & ℜoll?

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FIRST ~ SECOND ~ LAST

your ✘ role ✘ here

.:Nicknames:.xxxxxxxxxx.:Age:.xxxxxxxxxx.:Birthday:.

тime ғor тhe вasic stuff

✔✘ My name is ~ Full name
✔✘ I was born ~ Age ~ years ago...
✔✘ I'm tall ~ Height
✔✘ But am I fat? ~ Weight
✔✘ People call me ~ Nicknames
✔✘ My hair is ~ Hair color
✔✘ And my eyes are ~ Eye color
✔✘ I'm good at ~ Specialty - be creative. These people are pretty much terrorists, so make it interesting. Ex. bomb maker, etc.
✔✘ For some reason, I like ~ Sexuality
✔✘ my actions are performed because ~ Personality - one paragraph

ℓet's ɢet мore complicated...

Bio - at least two chunky paragraphs

☀ I've grown to love certain things...
Likes - Not bullets!

☁ But I've discovered hates...
Dislikes - Not bullets!


☀ I'm being manipulated by ☀
Username

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I'd like to make myself believe that planet Earth turns slowly.

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It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep 'cause everything is never as it seems.

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Quote:

Opening post of 'It's a secret', a group Rp by me.

A body stirred in the masses of duvet that covered the teen's bed. The room was an odd one. Under the desk - hidden by a jacket scrunched on the floor - was a pair of stilettos, about three inches tall. The eighteen-year-old teen was about five foot six, so he didn't exactly need the stilettos, but they seemed to work generally. And they added a nice noise to his walk, which made im rather enthusiastic. In different drawers he had hidden condoms, small shirts - some with glitter, some pink and others covered in blood stains from old meetings - and skiny jeans. The boy's walls were plastered with sticky notes of different colors, all coated in scrawled, rushed handwriting, taking down names, telephone numbers and the money the people owed him.

An alarm clock rung out loudly and Angel Matthews hammered his fist hard on the bedside table, knocking the alarm clock into the floor. The clock silenced, and a quiet groan came from the mess of blankets and clothes. Angel pushed himself into a hunched, but upright, position and yawned widely, covering his mouth with his hand. After a few seconds, the blue-eyed teen let his hand drop to his side uselessly and his eyes skimmed around the room, trying to find something different in the usual mess. But he found nothing. Just piles of junk, used condoms and clothes. Useless, perverted, disgusting clothes. He shuddered slightly and pulled himself to his feet, heading to the door.

Slipping across the hall, Angel dashed to the bathroom to shower. His dad had already left. He knew because there were patches of water on the floor from when he had showered. A short, cold shower later, Angel dressed in a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a white baggy shirt. A deep sigh escaped the teen as he made his way downstairs, pulling on trainers. He was in no mood for prostitution that day. Yes, the eighteen-year-old male was a prostitute. A gay prostitute, to be exact. No one in his family knew, they just thought he was a bit on the gay side. But they were far from it. Angel was the gayest boy in the neighbourhood, but no one knew it.

Pouring milk over his cereal, Angel sat at the table in silence and poked at the food. He never really ate. He was a fussy eater. He didn't have any allergies or anything, he was just determined to get what he wanted to eat, because he hated the meal being picked for him. But everything was never was his choice, seeing as he recieved the same thing one night as he did the night before and earned money the same way he did the night before. It was a depressing lifestyle, but he had grown to live with it. Placing his full bowl in the sink, he went upstairs and went to the bathroom, putting on eyeliner, lip gloss etc. General things he wore. Putting in some skull and crossbone earrings, he left the bathroom and ran downstairs, slipping his phone in his pocket.

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ℭheshire ℭharlie Kat

ʈჩε იɲε ɑɲმ იɲℓყ Ｃｈｅｓｈｉｒｅ Ｃａｔ ɑʈ ყიʊɾ აεɾvɩϲε

What do you fear?
Is it my loud, evil jeer?
Or do I frighten you
With a creepy scary boo?

The sound of a violin filled the trees. It wasn't really a very good tune, rather squeaky and out of tune, but the player sitting on a branch in his favorite apple tree didn't care. Pluck, pluck, pluck, squeak squeak pluck. A long, purple tail fell off the branch and hung limply, but after a while it began to swing lazily in time to to poor violin-playing. This tail wasn't a fake. The boy in the tree actually had a tail. A big, purple-blue, striped tail. And ears. Cat-like, purple-blue ears that sat just above human ears. The boy picked at chords on the violin and sighed deeply, realising how terribly out of tune he was. His thoughts were on pressing matters; the attack of the Red Queen, how he had been caught and taken to the Queen, evaproation or not. The way he was thrown to the ground disgusted him. The way they threatened to cut his tail off made him obey. And now he was nothing. He was forced to be a spy. And a good spy at that.

Betraying the Hatter was hard to do, but he had to do it. For Underland's sake, he had to; if he didn't, the Red Queen would kill Alice! She probably would anyway, but he couldn't risk letting Alice die. She had saved them from the Jabberwocky! She could save them from this as well! Darling little girl, that Alice. A wonderful, darling girl. Constantly calling Underland Wonderland. That had made him laugh no end. But now, he felt like he could use the humour. He wasn't as cheeky as he used to be. Now, he was more insane than friendly. His mind spun when he was talked to, and he thought of other things when you needed him. He vanished when he felt like he needed to - whether talking or not - and he was more stressed than ever.

But enough of this gabber. The teenager finally managed to pay attention to the song he was playing and the tune rapidly became a work of art, not a slur of noise. After a while, the boy lost the tune again and he started to pluck and flick at the chords, sighing deeply. The boy stopped playing suddenly and sat up, his ears twitching. He jumped down from the tree, his hair turning into a streak of purple. The boy ran through the trees, looking around wildly for something. Eventually, the young teen tracked down what he was looking for.

He hid in the bushes and watched the girl and the teens with curious eyes. He crept out when he recogised the blond girl and smiled widely.
"Alice! Dear me, how glad am I to see you? This is inexplicably the best thing that has happened today. I am utterly staggered to see you once more, now a lovely lady. And good day to you all," Cheshire Cat exclaimed, grinning - almost literally - from ear to ear. He bowed low to the others and vanished suddenly, appearing behind Alice. He did a few circles round her, looking her up and down. "My, my. You have grown," He said happily. He held his violin tightly as he inspected Alice's clothes and her friends' appearances.

Excitably, Cheshire grabbed Alice's hand and skipped cheerfully down the path through the trees, beckoning to her friends to follow. He broke into a run, still clutching her hand, and lead her to a clearing.
"People! Alice is back!" He cried gleefully, pulling her to the table. He let go of Alice's hand and walked round the table, taking a cup from the table as he did. He took a sip of tea and looked at Alice, a rather excitable giggle escaping him. "We've been waiting far too long, Allison," He added, going a bit red as he realised how childish he was acting. With a giant grin, he vanished, appearing behind Alice. "However, I recall you told me not to call you Allison," He added, suddenly serious.


Go down the rabbit hole
And come with me for a stroll
If anything makes you afraid
I'll come and give you aid.