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 Peter Pan Law _________☠ ~Don't mess with me...~ ☠_________
Which was fine for this impish and childish spirited boy. His name was famous, but the last name was always skewed. My name isn't Pan...how did that even come to be my last name? he thought with a sigh. He frequently forgot his last name, so the name of 'Pan' might have been his fault, actually. But he wasn't one to admit to doing something-no, he was so childish that he usually blamed others for his actions. His name, known to all, was Peter. Peter Pan. The one kid who decided that he'd never grow up. Ever...  I wasn't crying about mothers. I was crying because I can't get this shadow to stick. And I wasn't crying. |
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Robin Hawkins Helper to the needy, Giver to the poor... 
Which castle? He didn't know nor care-the royalty in that area that it was delivering to was a greedy sort of royals, and he knew that the money could be put to better use to the poor and hungry... Hn...that's strange...the bandwagon should've been here by now... he thought, sighing... |
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 ♥Jackson Regal♥ "Just call me Jack"
If only I could find those birds... he thought, letting the feline instincts get the better of him so soon after waking. He slipped his vest over his thin t-shirt, and then slung his messenger bag over his opposite shoulder as he then began his day... He thought it was just a normal day...       |
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 ♔Kotoana Chie♔ ❝~sAcRiFiCiAl LaMb~❞
Which was true, when he first woke up, at least. What day is it? he wondered, yawning. He was a community college student, and he had no classes that day, which was good. Because he had slept in 'til 12:00 in the afternoon! He scratched his platinum blonde hair, allowing it to be a complete mess atop his fair skinned head. He wasn't much for appearances either-he threw on a pair of jeans over his boxers and changed his night shirt into a black t-shirt that he presumed clean. He then rubbed his eyes a few more times to get the sleep crud out of the crevices, and then decided he was finally going to start his day... No matter how late the day was started...  |
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 ❈Tatsuki Ryuu❈ the Player Tatsuki woke up, rubbing his eyes. He had slept the whole ride over to Hawai'i from Japan, and he was already feeling the dreaded jetlag. How long was I sleepin' for? he thought, yawning widely now as he got up from his seat on the plane and headed for the exit. He stepped out into the direct sunlight, and immediately winced. he wasn't prepared for the direct sunlight to hit him like that. Shimatta! Why don't they warn you about this kind of thing in the brochure?! he thought as he made his way to the terminal. He quickly picked up his luggage and received a taxi to take him to his destination. The driver tried to strike up conversation, but Tatsuki was already asleep again in the back seat. When they got to the destination, the poor taxi driver had to prod and poke Tatsuki a few times before he finally woke up. Tatsuki got his luggage out from the back and paid the man. "Domo arigato..." he said, nodding slightly as he headed off to the hotel, checking in now. He went to his room after receiving the key for it, and set his stuff down before locking up and heading out again with just a side bag that was filled with a few essentials-a Japanese-English book, his cell phone, a pad and pencil, and his iPod. Ah...vacation... he thought with a smile as he headed off to the beach. Let's hear it for America's sweethearts But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins |
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 Aurora 'Aura' Romanovski Don't H A T E me because I'm B E A U T I F U L...
Well, it wasn't to her. More like at her...and the part of the student body that were the 'Chosen Ones'. Or, blatently put, the Slayers. She was there because she knew that they were slayers, and that she helped out every now and then when she could. Stay away, hn? she thought, twirling a long, thick strand of her blonde hair. Sounds like an invitation to moi... she thought, smiling as she stiffled down her chuckle that had almost erupted from her cherise lips. She turned on her heals, her hair bouncing with every step she took out of the college's front entrance. Something tells me that...I simply cannot decline this open invite... she thought as she tossed her books into the back seat of her Camaro and sat down in the driver's seat. She revved the engine, and then sped off. Already, the sun was dimming over the west horizon line in Sunnydale, which meant this witch was ready for some action...some fun. Too bad it's a monday night...I would've hit the party scene already in the clubs... she thought with a comedic pout. She sped down the main streets of Sunnydale at dusk, wondering where this big, bad demon guy was. Come out, come out, wherever you are... she thought with a slightly twisted grin. She enjoyed toying games, but only when she wasn't the toy. As she continued to grip hard onto the steering wheel, her fingertips began to emmit an electric pulse, the blue and white sparks cackling to themselves. The engine purred, and then roared as she stepped on the pedal even harder, not finding the lack of light to be problematic at all for her. As she continued to speed down the dim streets, she could hear some sirens buzzing around. Oh, please... she thought, slowing down to a stop now. However, the police cars just passed by her, zooming down a few more streets, and then parking at the entrance of an alleyway. Hm? What's all the fuzz now, officers? she thought, cutting across an alleyway, and then driving down the street to see what indeed was happening from the other end of things. Is...that Xander up ahead? she thought, blinking and then rubbing her eyes a bit. Sometimes, late in the day, her eyes did indeed play tricks on her gullible mind... She decided to drive on by, for two reasons. One--to see if it really was, indeed, Xander. And two--to see if he needed a lift out of there. H A T E me because I can kick your sorry AxSxS |
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I died . . . So many years ago But you can make me feel Like it isn't so . . .  Spike the v a m p i r e
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 Chester FaLLeN AnGeL A heavy burden to bear, alas, it's my cross . . . I've got troubled thoughts, and the self-esteem to match, What a catch . . . What a catch . . .
xxxxxHe exhaled, looking up at the sky. Why the hell am I here? he asked himself, just like every other time he ever gave himself time to think... xxxxxChester put the cigarette butt back in between his soft lips, inhaling the sweet scent of the Black Cherry cigarette smoke. His baby blue eyes looked up at the sky, taking in the cool colors that had painted across the sky at that point. It was midday, and cloudy. At least...it's not too bright...nor too dark... thought the angelic figure, taking another puff from his cigarette. He hated the sunlight when it shined down on his flawed figure--he hated his wings, for they reminded him of the life he once had, up in the heavenly place he was kicked out from. Fallen angel, that was what they branded him, so cruelly. And for what? Because he drank, smoked, and cursed? xxxxxChester sighed once again, finishing up his butt, flicking it from his forefinger and thumb, smothering it with the tip of his black boots. The smoke sizzled, and then died down quickly afterward, after having the oxygen litterally squeezed out of it. He then went along his way, running his fingers through his blonde hair, getting it out of his face at that point. xxxxx"Well, world--ready or not, here I come..." he whispered softly as he disappeared into the gathering mist . . . |
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Blonde Males Golden haired cuties...  Submissive...slave. Tough. Tattoo--means something [occuring only when used in role play...can be edited without tattoo.] Sadistic [yaoi role plays only].    Usually named Jason/James Bassist. Lyricist. Hetero/yaoi. Band role plays.  Used for band role plays as well. Kind. Chester. Example post above. Fallen angel with attitude problems. :] |
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Let me rest in peace
Let me get some sleep Let me take my love and bury it In a hole 6-foot deep I can lay my body down But I can't find my sweet release So let me rest in peace... |
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 ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ Sohma Soubi █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂ ▁ → who let the dog out ? ←
He sighed, the soft air passing rather passively between his two gentle lips as he then leaned down to pick up the writing utensil and then brought his chair back to the desk. On his desk were an assortment of random things and trinkets--an assortment of law and lawyer books piled in the left hand corner; a paper crane that had some sentimental value; a skull, fake, that was used as a paper weight, sitting on top of pages of past manuscripts of his previous books; his black lap top; a picture of his family; a green cover lamp. He looked up at the clock that hung on the wall to his left above his closet. He let another sigh leave his throat, tickling his tongue slightly as it escaped his mouth. Two hours, and all I have is the beginning of this story... he thought, pushing his chair out as he grabbed the skull and stood up, going in front of his desk and leaning against the front. He started to toss the skull very gently and slightly from one hand to the other, juggling it in a way. He stared at the highlights as he changed the view of the human skull in between his palms, trying to understand something beyond the light effects on an object. He then placed the skull back, returning to his computer. He hit 'alt' and then 's', saving is so far weak story, closing the laptop to set it into sleep mode. He ran his hands through his hair, getting some strands out of his fair skinned face, staring at the door that remained closed the entire time of his being in the room, sitting down in his chair once again. "You're getting pathetic, Soubi..." he muttered to himself, chuckling and then shaking his head as he glanced at the clock again. What do I do with the rest of the time? he thought, frowning as he came up blank as to what to do for today. He was a Sohma, cursed with the spirit of the dog. He was already in his twenties, and he was a pretty successful author, owning a house off the estate. And that was where he was at the moment, in his writing studio now. It wasn't a big house, since he had most of his belongings still in the main estate. The reason for that was because though he was very annoyed with his family, he still felt like it was...his job to stay on the estate. At least for a little while longer. Every year at the banquet he kept telling himself to finally move out, but always he found a reason, no matter how lame, to stay on the estate. There really was no real reason though--it was the curse of being loyal, and he couldn't be disloyal to his family. Especially not to 'God', the one person he truly loved and hated at the same time. It was the worst oxymoron in the world--to love what one hates, or to hate what one loves... Soubi sighed, deciding to just get out. He grabbed a thin black overcoat, grabbed his wallet and keys, and left his room, and then his house. He locked the doors an then started to walk around. It seemed his feet had a mind of their own, making Soubi end up directly in front of the Sohma estate. Internally, a sigh escaped for the third time, but never made its way to freedom as he didn't let it escape his clenched mouth. His eyes seemed to show the frown he was feeling, like as if he was a prisoner, a captive, to the life of being a Sohma. Here I go... he thought, as if he was going to take a plunge into shark infested waters off of a pirate ship instead of just entering into the grounds of the Sohma estate. xXx______my heart is a lock, but where is the key?_____xXx In the doghouse . . . on a leash . . . but there is no master . . . [ yet ] |
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