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☆xx ι αм . . . xx

» [xx Sixteenxx]
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» [xx Febuary 14thxx]
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☆xx ι ℓιкε . . . xx

» [xx just boysxx]
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» [xx Skylah is actually quite a pretty girl, though however that came into question, we don’t know. Silly girls and their self-consciousness! Standing at a mediocre five foot three inches, Skylah is pretty insecure about her height. Though, you would be too if it constantly got you teased and made fun of. But, now that she’s founds something that believes being small is okay, she doesn’t worry about it so much. After undergoing rigorous ballet training and attending dance lesson after dance lesson, there isn’t an ounce of fat on this girls body, though she would tell you otherwise. It’s to be expected really, when she practices as much as she does, and eats healthy. Well, more so than her brother. But, like everyone else, she does have her vices, like mint chocolate chip ice cream mixed with daiquiri ice sorbet. Don’t give her that look, it’s good! Needless to say, with her shortness and in shape body, she only weighs about a hundred and fifteen pounds, and it’s all flexible muscle and limber limbs. Unlike her brother, Skylah is no where near as modest as she probably should be, and doesn’t have much of a problem with showing a bit of skin. Like her sibling and mother, Skylah has that dark hair, though while Kendrew’s is a deep chocolate brown, hers has a bit more auburn red in her dark brown hair. Something she took from her fathers side of the family. Another trait she took from her mother is her large blue eyes, though she wishes they were the pretty gray her brothers and fathers are. Like most people of European decent, Skylah has pale skin though not as pale as her brothers. She actually gets a little bit of color before she burns, luckily for her. Silly Italian/French heritage.

Unlike her brother and his laid back sense of style, Skylah takes a little more time and care when it concerns her clothing. While she’s all for wearing comfortable clothes, and she’d never waist her time on following the trends, she’s always wearing something completely unique to her. Brightly colored shirts, vests and funky skirts or shorts, and her size 1 jeans make up her wardrobe. Pacsun, is possibly her favorite place to shop, though she’ll get her clothes wherever she can find something she likes. Like her brother with his baggy sweatshirt, Skylah has a certain scarf that she found, and that she claims is her lucky charm. She always brings it with her, and it’s usually a part of her every day wardrobe, be it as a belt, scarf, shawl or headband. She has a pair of in-door soccer shoes that she wears all the time, along with a pair of ballet flats that she absolutely adores. She’s all about looking and feeling comfortable, while looking and feeling spectacular. Alas, when it comes to scars, Skylah has a fairly large collection. Though none are particularly big, they are noticeable. Like the patch of white skin on the back of her right ankle. An accident when she rammed her head into her mothers glass cabinet, and had the thing catch the back of her foot, cutting it wide open. Thankfully her parents knew better than to let her near any kitchen utensils, so she doesn’t have the scars on her hands like her brother does, however she’s got scars all over her side from when she slid into a large patch of sticker bushes that tore her up pretty bad. Like many kids, she’s got a scar on the bottom of her chin from when she flipped over her bike handle bars and face planted into the sidewalk and split her chin open. There is a small red birth mark on the bottom of her right foot, shaped by three small blotches in the shape of a circle. Absolutely no piercing or tattoos of any kind, as she fears needles like nobodies business. Not to say she doesn’t want one, she just doesn’t want to go through the process of getting one. xx]
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» [xx Penelope Cartier | 32 | Photographer | A feisty southern woman with a sweet demeanor and artistic eye. She’s a bit…eccentric, and constantly carries around her camera, looking for something to catch her eye. Owns her own photography studio where she shoots everything from creative pictures, landscape shots, to family portraits.xx]
» [xx Andre Cartier | 36 | Chef | A calm man with a love of all things culinary. Constantly preparing new dishes, both at home and at his restaurant, Cherie. Inherited the restaurant from friend of his fathers and has a very successful business. xx]
» [xx Kendrew Cartier | 17 | Student | Older brother by one year, Kendrew is possibly Skylah’s closest friend. Like any normal brother, he’s a bit protective over his little sister, but nothing unbearable. Plans to travel around Europe once he graduates. xx]
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» [xx You’ve heard all the interesting stuff pertaining to how the Cartier family came to be, right? A quick re-cap, in case you forgot. Penelope Hart was on a trip to Italy with a group of friends, and came across a man whom she believed to be quite extraordinary, and just had to take his picture. When she asked him, and he agreed to let her snap a shot of him, it set off a chain of events that eventually lead to him following her back to France, and a few years later, lead to their getting married. For a year or so, they lived in Italy so he could continue his training to become a chef, when a he learnt of a family friends death. Said family friend named him to be the one to take over his restaurant in the States. Feeling that it was a good time, Penelope and Andre Cartier packed up and moved from their small house in Italy, to a four bedroom and two and a half bathroom two story house. Andre took up working as head chef for Cherie’s and Penelope started up her own photography studio. About a year or so later, they decided that they should think about having children, and it certainly didn’t take them long before Penelope was pregnant with Kendrew, their first child. Nine months later, their son was born. Not much longer after that, Penelope was pregnant with their second child, Skylah. And, just as with their first child, nine months passed and their little girl was brought into the world.

Skylah, much more so than her older brother, was quite a troublemaker. Constantly running off, getting into adventures that possibly could have gotten her killed. Like the one time when she was five, and trying to get a toy car off the top shelf in the family garage. The shelf was loaded with cans of left over paint from when their mother had gone on an artistic spree for their baby rooms, and wasn’t exactly the best built shelf. Lets just say that one of the shelves broke and sent not only five year old Skylah tumbling down onto the hard concrete, but several large cans of paint that made quite the mess of both her and the garage. It soon was quite obvious that she was a walking health hazard, and was often seen in doctors offices and even hospitals a time or two, getting stitches and what not. Even her brother Kendrew wasn’t spared from her clumsiness, and had to learn how to apply Band-Aids and Neosporin at a young age. Of course there was a certain quirky charm that Skylah had that usually kept her from getting into any serious trouble. Really, who could stay mad at such an adorable little girl? Certainly not her parents, and definitely not her brother. Though, the siblings hardly fought as it was, so anytime the two did, it never lasted long. As close in age as they were, they always had common interests, and stuck together. Wherever Kendrew would be, Skylah would surely be there as well, and vice-versa. While they did grow apart a bit as they grew older, as most siblings do, they still shared a bond that most siblings could only dream of having. Kendrew made sure his accident prone sister didn’t get herself in over her head, and Skylah made sure that no one ever used her sweet, passive brother as a floor mat. A perfect, give and take relationship.

School was a hard time for Skylah, like it usually is for most kids. But when your shorter than your average elementary school kid, it gets a little more difficult. She was often the victim of teasing by her peers, usually about her height. Unlike her brother, who sat there and took whatever the bullies did to him, Skylah fought back, and gained a reputation as a bit of a monster in elementary school. She was often sent to the principles office for fighting, and was on one occasion suspended for a couple of days. Kids didn’t mess with her like they messed with her brother, and she often took it upon herself to fight her brothers battles for him. No one messed with her big brother and got away with it! It seemed only natural to her. Kendrew looked out for her and took care of her when she was hurt or sick, so why shouldn’t she be able to defend him from people who would try to hurt him? While her intentions were noble and coming from the right place, such behavior wouldn’t always be acceptable, and she wouldn’t always be able to defend her brother from whatever pain he might experience. It was a hard dose of reality for Skylah to take. She did eventually realize that she couldn’t protect her brother from everything, but that didn’t keep her from helping him in little ways. Such as defending him in junior high, whenever people would harass him about his sexuality. Whenever she would hear someone making fun of him, she’d be there to tell them to knock it off or face her wrath. This of course, she did without her brother knowing. After all, it wasn’t exactly cool to have one’s little sister fight his battles.

Unlike her brother, who found it difficult to think about his future, Skylah made her choice as to what she wanted to do early on. In her last year of junior high, a friend of hers took her to see the Nutcracker ballet, and it was there that she fell in love with dancing. Something about the graceful way the dancers moved, and how they painted a picture with their bodies drew her in. Being an uncoordinated girl, the thought of becoming graceful like those ballet dancers appealed to her more than anything else. Being as small as she was, it was a bit embarrassing that she was as clumsy as she was. If she could just get a little bit of that grace, then maybe being so small would be worth it. So, as soon as she could, she had her mother enroll her into a ballet class, and began taking lessons. Strangely enough, in that dance studio, it was as if any clumsiness that she had melted away, and for once she could feel dainty and small without feeling inferior. Ballet became her passion, and she learned not only classical ballet, but neoclassical and contemporary ballet as well. While the action of standing literally, on the tips of her toes was excruciating at first, she eventually learned to cope. It was a thrill, and a challenge, learning all the complex movements of the body. But it always gave her such a thrill and feeling of accomplishment whenever she completed a fouette en tournant or a flawless grand jete. Soon after, she took on several other forms of dance, such as tap, hip-hop and jazz. Ballroom dancing was a little to slow paced for her, though she did enjoy learning it.

During her high school years, boys seemed to take more of an interest in her than they did in junior high. Possibly because tiny girls were considered a hot item then, she didn’t know. All she knew, was that boys were suddenly interested and she had no idea what to do about it. Boys hadn’t interested her before, because she was to busy with her dancing. After all, with a full schedule, who wanted to deal with the drama of having a boyfriend? Not her, she had other things to worry about! Like her brother and his seemingly never ending slew of worthless and stupid boyfriends. She didn’t know what it was about her brother that attracted these losers like a moth to a flame, but it was obvious that Kendrew was having issues. And what killed her was that she couldn’t do anything about it. For once, she had to stand by and let her brother handle these things on his own. She didn’t like it one bit, and thus made sure to be there for him when yet another relationship ended up crashing down. She was seriously relived when her brother stopped dating. Skylah wasn’t sure how much more useless boyfriends her brother could take before he finally snapped, so this was the perfect thing for him in her opinion. When He met Garret, Skylah was wary of him, expecting him to be another useless guy. Her brother didn’t need anymore pathetic excuses for boyfriends, and she was ready to scare the boy off if Kendrew showed even the smallest sign of not liking him. But, when Kendrew actually started dating Garret, and their relationship lasted longer than a week, she felt a little bit of hope. Maybe this one wouldn’t be a total flake. And her brother seemed happy, which was all that mattered to her. As the relationship went on longer and longer, the more Skylah began to think that maybe Kendrew had found someone who could keep him happy. Thinking back on it, it seemed impossible to miss the signs. The way Garret would seem slightly irritated with her brother, or the way Kendrew would shy away from his boyfriends more forward advances, and the uncomfortable look he would have on his face at home when she knew he was thinking about Garret. It never lasted for very long, but the signs were all there!

It wasn’t until Kendrew told her that he’d slept with Garret to keep the boy from leaving him, that everything clicked. While she was slightly horrified that her brother would sleep with someone just to keep them from breaking up, she was angry to realize that Garret was only playing with her brother, and it seemed as if he had no idea. She wanted to warn him, but…seeing how relieved her brother looked, so reassured and confidant that things would be okay now…she couldn’t tell him and make him upset. It wasn’t but two days later when she found out that Kendrew and Garrets relationship had ended, and the Garret had cheated. While Skylah expected it, knew it was bound to happen, it still made her furious. How could he do that to her brother?! How could he wind him up and then hurt him like that?! For a solid month, Kendrew locked himself away and fell into a deep depression. Not only had he been oblivious to what Garret was doing, but he had slept with him for nothing. It had all been meaningless. Skylah helped him as much as she could, and was probably the only one to really notice the changes in her brother. The way he would become so cold and sardonic towards anything involving relationships, or the way he would lose his temper a little more easily, or let himself become more bold at a party, acting in a way that wasn’t like him at all. She helped him through the depression and helped him get back on his feet, and also made sure to keep him from being to…whatever it was that he became when his personality would switch. Time that passed, and eventually Kendrew was acting like himself again, and Skylah couldn’t have been more thrilled. She hadn’t liked the change in her brother, but dealt with it as best as she could. She was stubborn that way, after all.xx]
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» [xxStubborn. That’s the perfect word to describe Skylah. Often assumed to be helpless because of her size, she’s become quite insistent on not ever accepting help from others. She’s perfectly capable of doing things on her own and she makes a point to remind people when they try and help her. From something as small as grabbing a cup off the top shelf, to helping her fill out applications for colleges, she’s determined to do it on her own. Obviously, this poses problems and she can often get herself into sticky situations. But, like the independent girl that she is, she tries to get herself out of it, only grudgingly accepting help when it becomes painfully obvious that she can’t do it on her own. It’s always a matter of pride for her, so when others assume she can’t do something, she takes it personally. Now, on the other side of that, she makes it a point to help others out whenever she can. It’s a bit hypocritical of her, but she often tells people that they can’t do everything on their own and insists they come to her for help should they need it. Obviously a bit contradictory to how she views herself. Unfortunately, she often feels as if she has something to prove and goes out of her way to make sure people understand that she’s not some weak little girl.

But she’s not all bad! Skylah is a very motherly sort of girl, despite the fact that the thought of children horrify her. She makes it a point to always be available for help, or as someone people can talk to about their problems. She has no qualms about shoving her own issues out of the way so she can deal with other peoples problems. She can keep secrets better than anyone, and is always careful to make sure that private things, stay private. She’s more observant than people seem to think, and can usually tell when something is wrong or out of place, and she‘s the best at understanding people and why they do the things they do. Once she realizes something’s wrong she’ll point it out and try and get things back the way they should be. She can spot crushes a mile off, and while there is a slight drawback to her noticing things like that so easily, if she feels that things could work out, she‘ll try to set people up. Of course not without a little bit of teasing on her part. She just cant help herself! Being the playful, outgoing girl she is, it just comes naturally to tease people about such things. She’s never mean about if, just a playful reminder that lets people know that she knows something is up. Friends know how she can get, and are the best ones to deal with her wildness. Kendrew is certainly the calmer one of the two, and Skylah is more prone to getting a little wild, especially with friends. With friends, she’s quite the party girl and usually winds up getting s**t faced drunk and doing something stupid, like attempting to jump off the roof of their house, onto a trampoline and into a swimming pool. Luckily, Kendrew makes sure not to let her get that far gone, but sometimes he just cant keep track of his sister, who can be all over the place

Now, none of this is to say that Skylah is harmless, far from it! Like a mother defending her children, Skylah is extremely protective of her friends and her family. Kendrew can testify to that, as his sister usually worries over him the most. That’s also a quick way to get yourself on her hit list, is hurting her brother in any way, shape or form. She hates to see people upset or depressed, especially her brother, and makes sure to go out of her way to keep people from feeling down, even as far as to make a fool out of herself. After all, she never really grew out of that clumsy faze…she’s just more careful now! Obviously, she has quite the temper, much like her mother. It doesn’t take much to set her off and while her temper is explosive, it blows over quickly enough. Unlike her brother, it’s nearly impossibly for Skylah to hold grudges for longer than an hour. She has a way of making people feel guilty, so it isn’t like she needs to hold a grudge. People usually get it the first time around that pissing her off is not in their best interests.xx]
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Ah, this was the life. He hadn’t even been there for more than five minutes and already he felt right at home. Though, he supposed that had something to do with his friends, who were as crazy as they always were. It was comforting, in a way. At least no one had changed dramatically since he’d last seen them. The familiarity was nice. Good lord, I’m making it sound like it’s been years since I’ve seen everyone. He thought, setting the case of beer down on the ground before anyone could grab him and knock it from his hands. It wouldn’t do to have his newly bought beer splattered all over the place! The first person to really great him was Dezi, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. The girl was nearly as tall as he was -not that he was some giant like Lorenzo and Adrian, but he was a respectable height for a guy!- and it wasn’t hard for her to reach. Grinning widely, he wrapped an arm around his waist and squeezed gently. “Oh, believe me I am. Everyone knows I startle easily, and that little brat! He couldn’t even wait for me.” He gave a fake pout and let the girl go, snorting when she dismissed his sister. Skylah wouldn’t stand for that, and if Dezi didn’t watch herself, she would wind up on the floor with a tiny monkey clinging to her. "Seems like Dezi likes me more, Sky," he teased, searching the room for his younger friend, hoping that Zach hadn’t gotten himself into trouble. The boy was rather crazy when he was drunk, and the thought of him roaming around without anyone with him when they were so close to the ocean made him a little nervous. It would truly suck if he got taken out to sea.

Suddenly, he found himself being sandwiched between two men and nearly being knocked over in the process. He gave a yelp and clung to Lorenzo and Nicky for balance, laughing while he pinched the taller of the two’s bare side and prodded the other in the back. “Warn a guy, would you? Not that I don’t love being squished between two sexy men, such as yourselves of course! Ah! Lorenzo, you‘re ******** wet!” He cried, squirming a little as the boxer released him and went to give his sister and her little hug fest a damp hug. He turned and wrapped his arms around Nicky’s neck clung to him a little. “Nick, you best friend got my shirt damp! Punish him, please.” He demanded. He heard the Italian and he grinned. Lorenzo was probably the only one him and Skylah regularly talked in Italian to. Their father had long since adapted and usually spoke French because his wife spoke it so frequently. “Friends don’t get their friends wet, Zo. Well, ours do, but still!” he stated, wagging a finger at the tall male, before turning his attention to Dezi, who was asking if one of them would volunteer to kiss Nicky’s a** better. Said male moved away from him and Kendrew laughed. “I’m pretty sure most of us have seen his butt on at least one occasion, considering how drunk we‘ve all been together before. So I‘d have to agree in that it is a very nice butt!” He teased. As for kissing said butt…he’d have to pass. Somehow he didn’t think the other would let him or his face come anywhere near his rear end to be able to land a kiss on it. And Kenny didn't want to wind up with someone fist in his face because he was getting a little too close for comfort.

He smiled in Anna’s direction. Hopefully no one would ambush her before she managed to get over to him. Like how he was protective of Sky, he was also a bit protective of Anna as well. She was just so vulnerable, and while he tried not to be overbearing with his concern, it sometimes got the better of him Hearing a familiar deep voice, Kendrew grinned and searched till his eyes rested on Adrian’s large form, which seemed to take up the whole bottom of the stairs. Kenny laughed at the comment and shook his head. It wasn’t an unusual comment for Adrian, who was by far the most flirtatious of the group…well, while he was still sober anyway. Most of the others, himself included had to get a little liquored up before they really laid on the flirting. Right now, poor Nicky was taking the brunt of it, but soon enough it would be switched to someone else and he‘d be safe for the moment. He was just too cute, and too easy to tease sometimes. “Yeah Nicky, he might nibble a little too if you don’t keep an eye on him,” He commented with a mischievous grin. Skylah was quick to add her own comments, and he snorted. Leave it to his sister to make what was supposed to be playful flirting into something horribly perverted. Then again, she’d always been the bolder of the two, so it wasn’t surprising, at least not to him. Everyone else should be used to it as well, but you never knew. Like how she was stalking after Dezi…poor girl. “You sound like you’re going to rape her, Sky, didn’t maman teach you not to rape your friends?” he called, snickering when she flipped him the bird and commented on Dezi wanting it, and shuddering at the nickname. He’d never forgive his grandmother for ever making that nickname…

“Alright, sky-bird,” he called, before turning his attention to Adrian once more, who was waving and stating that he loved him. I wish, He thought, quickly shoving it into the back of his head before smiling. “You only love me for my beer! Go love on nicky, since you seem to like him more,” He replied, sounding wounded. Alana was joining in now and he pouted at her, even as she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his arm. “You only love me for my beer too, Alana? Does no one really love me?!” He huffed, only to have the girl leave his side and escape to the couch, mentioning not being drunk. "Hey, there, gorgeous. Miss me?" Kendrew’s head shot up and a large smile stretched over his lips at the sight of his younger friend staring at him. Oh, yeah, he’s trashed, and wet, He though, amused at the sight of him and his bottle of what he assumed to be vodka “Well of course I did sexy, now get over here and show me some real love. Everyone else is just interested in my beer,” He said, looking hurt and putting on the doe eyes, fluttering his lashes.

Suddenly, there was weight around his middle and Kendrew stumbled a little and looked down to see Alana clinging to his waist like a monkey, poking him and causing him to squirm. “Ah! No poky!” He stated, grabbing her hands and prying them away from his sides. He smiled slightly at her words and shook his head at her. “Good luck with that sweetie, but do you really think you’ll stand a chance against-” Suddenly there was a stumbling on the stairs and everyone seemed to turn and look. His eyes widened when he spotted Anna and how she was on a collision course with not only the ground, but Zach as well. He’d never be able to get there in time, not with Alana attached to him, so he settled for yelling. “Zach! Behind you!” Hopefully Adrian or someone closer would be able to catch the two, since Zach was probably too drunk to realize, and Anna was going to wind up smashing her face into the ground if they didn’t.


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"EEIYAH!!" Whoops! Seems Skylah had accidentally scared the figurative pants off of poor Anna. She giggled slightly at the girls expression and gave a sorry smile the other could see. Could anyone really blame her for being a little crazy, especially around these people? Her friends were probably the only ones who didn’t find her and her hyperness annoying -most of the time- and were just as nutty as she was. On top of that, she was just plain excited by the fact that she was going to be spending two hole months, unsupervised, in this gorgeous house, surrounded by her friends. And had she mentioned that they would be there with no supervision? It was just too much for her to take. She gave another little laugh as she was allowed to hug her blind friend, and gave her a gentle squeeze. “Sorry about that my dear, I didn’t know you were there! I’m just so excited!” Soon enough, Alana was joining the little hug fest, calling her crazy for wanting to get her in a skirt. Skylah grinned widely and ruffled the girls hair. “That sounds like a challenge, missy!” She taunted. The tomboy was arguably her most favorite person, well, besides Lorenzo and Adrian. She just loved her big lugs! She squealed as wet body squished her, Anna and Alana together, dampening their clothes, greeting them in Italian. Skylah grinned. “Ciao il mio amico bagnato! Jerk, you went swimming! Without me?! How dare you, I should so take you out right now!” she cried, attempting to swat at the larger male. She loved swimming, much so more than her brother did, who tended to just soak his feet. Such a stick in the mud, her brother was.

Of course, the thought of someone like Skylah attempting to attack someone like Lorenzo was down right comical. With her standing at a tiny five foot three, and him being at least six foot, it was like pitting a kitten against a panther, or something equally outrageous. Of course, with her being so small, she might have an advantage in her speed compared to his. Sometimes it paid to be small. Lorenzo was disappearing up the stairs, causing Sky to pout a little, before she was easily distracted by Dezi. Now there was someone completely out there, but it a good way! It wasn’t a secret that Dezi and herself didn’t see eye to eye. Skylah, being the more hotheaded of the two tended to get a little irritated with the others attitude at times, but there was no real animosity between them. But before she could untangle herself from Alana and Anna, a simple “No hugs for you,” thrown in her face. She gave an offended look, but was momentarily distracted when Nicky came over and hugged them all as well. She grinned up at him, managing to catch his mumbled comment. "Look at it this way mon cher, at least they aren't commenting on how good your...package, looks!" She said cheerfully, breaking free of the other girls to give the boy her own singular hug, ignoring the fact that her comment had probably made the boy uncomfortable. That's what she was good at after all, making people feel awkward all around!

Her brother teased her and she shot him a look, pulling her bottom lid down and sticking her tongue out at him. “Oh shut up you,” She hissed, only to have her brother ignore her. Luckily, before she could demand his attention, Dezi was asking a question. Skylah blinked and laughed. Poor Nicky and his abused a**. Well, one of the guys would surely offer to kiss his butt, and she would too. Raising her hand, Sky grinned and winked flirtatiously at nick. “I offer to make sure that all of Nicky’s butt wounds receive loving care,” she replied, grinning that mischievous grin she was known for. Of course she wouldn’t, but it was always amusing to see the boy get so red from all the attention. And, just as she predicted, Adrian offered his services. Skylah’s eyes shot to her brother, who didn’t seem particularly bothered with the comment. It seemed his little non-crush hadn’t faired at the moment, though it would surely flair up later, when he wasn‘t basking in the glow of just being there. And when it, did, she would tease him mercilessly. Grinning, she turned to Adrian. “Yes, something tell me you’d get carried away and it would turn into full out foreplay,” Again, she ignored the possibly awkward comment, and danced over to the larger boy, who almost comically towered over her. She had no problems with leaping up, knowing he'd be able to catch her -after all, she probably weighed the same amount as a pillow, compared to him-, and wrapping her arms around his neck to gave him her...pathetically weak version of a bear hug. "But you'll have to wait till I get my hug first!" she stated, smiling brightly at the man.

Her brother snorted and she smiled innocently, shrugging her tiny shoulders from her position of clinging to Adrian. She wiggled out of his grip and looked at Dezi and smirked. “Now that that’s all settled, you get your a** over here and hug me, or else I’ll force you!” She stated, stalking towards the girl. “You sound like you’re about to rape her, Sky, didn’t maman teach you not to rape your friends?” Sky flipped her brother the bird, ignoring him while she concentrated on Dezi. "It's not rape if she wants it. and I'm hugging her, not asking her to strip Kenny-poo," She was going to get a hug from everyone, even if she had to tackle them first. And that’s what she intended to do with Dezi, or at least until she was distracted by Alana, flopping on the couch. She looked over and blinked at the girl, and hearing that the couch was wet. She wrinkled her nose. “Eew, who let Zach get on the couch wet?!” she asked. Really, it was only logical. Zach was probably already drunk and he would be the only one who would get on the couch soaking wet. On top of that, he wasn’t here, which was a sign of a guilty conscience! She sniggered at Alana’s comment. “You can’t even tell. See, another reason you should wear a skirt! Even if you did pee yourself, you wouldn’t be able to tell, well, unless you sat down, but that’s a different story.” Not really, but in her mind it was.

It was then, that she realized two things. One, Zach was standing at the bottom of the stairs, nursing a bottle of…well, booze, and was completely drunk and flirting with her brother -who was also flirting back-. And two, she could hear tapping coming from up above her. She focused on the tapping first. What the hell was that? It suddenly occurred to her, after looking around the room and not seeing her little blind friend, that it was Anna. Now that that was sorted, she looked over to Zach and grinned a little. “Zach! Couldn’t wait for us before you got completely wasted? And isn’t it a little early for the hard stuff, Bébé?” She asked, using the French word for 'babe', smiling all the while. He was such a cutie, that Zach. Suddenly, Slana was launching herself at her brother and clinging to him and going on about how she was going to make all the men in the house her slaves…or at least, that’s what she thought she was going to say, before she cut herself off. Frowning, seeing everyone looking towards the stairs with looks of what she assumed to be worry, Skylah looked as well and bit her lip to see both her friends about to have a meeting with the ground. Anna was about to crash into the floor, and she’d probably hit Zach along with way if the boy didn’t move before then. Catch her, someone! She thought. Like her brother, and she imagined like everyone else in the house, they were all a little protective of Anna, even if she could get along just fine without them. It was moments like these that she was reminded of just how easily the girl could hurt herself.

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There is was. As soon as Rui had spoken, he’d sealed his fate concerning Kai Lin Sheng. Whenever the boy would try to talk to him, and Rui attempted to ignore him, he always got this look on his face and it reminded him greatly of a puppy who didn’t get to play with someone. Now whether or not Kai was aware of this, he didn’t know, but it never failed to make him feel bad, and thus he would end up saying something to him. Usually, a simple ‘hello’ would suffice before Kai would wander off, but it seemed today he was intent on having a real conversation with him. He wasn’t sure if that annoyed him or not. Rui glanced up from his hands to find Kai sitting next to him, taking what was usually Su’s seat. He shifted ever so slightly away from the boy, but otherwise didn’t move. "Oh, well I'm good. Have you been thinking about entering the school's artist contest this year? I bet if you entered one of your drawings you would definitely win." Art contest? Shifting his gaze back to his hands in his lap, Rui quietly contemplated that. His art teacher had already mentioned the art contest in their first day of class, and that anyone wanting to participate should start working on pieces they wanted to enter. Surely he would love to enter his art in the schools contest, and have it put up in the high schools entry way and have it mentioned in the schools paper. It would be just another step towards his dream, but…the thought of possibly winning, and thus getting attention from people didn’t sit well with him. Gently fiddling with the hem of his shirt and shifting awkwardly in his seat, Rui gave a tiny shrug. “There are better artists here,” He said softly, in response to the others complement. He didn’t like complements. They made him feel awkward, and suspicious. The only reason anyone would compliment him of all people, was because they wanted something. And while Kai seemed sincere, Rui still didn’t trust the others motives…whatever they might be.

Jai Dee’s appearance interrupted their conversation, and for a moment Rui was happy for it. At least with the bully, he knew he wasn’t liked, where as with people like Kai he had to constantly wonder if they were being completely honest. Jai Dee left no room for doubt concerning his obvious dislike of him, and while it certainly didn’t lead to pleasant encounters, he didn’t have to worry about the other being false around him. Kai went quiet and Rui chanced a small glance at the other boy, and was surprised to find him tense and glaring at Jai Dee. Rui bit the inside of his cheek. Surely the other didn’t know about the bullying, did he? Oh god, he hoped that wasn’t the case. The last thing he needed was a protector and another reason for Jai to mess with him. When Kai turned back to him with that same soft smile of his, Rui quickly looked down at the floor. "I want to walk you to your next class, if you'd let me." Walk him to his next class? Why?! Rui looked up and opened his mouth to protest. “You really don‘t have-” The boy didn‘t give him time to continue however. "I'll talk to you after homeroom." And with that, Kai left his side and retreated to his seat just as the bell rang and the teacher entered the classroom.

Needless to say, Rui was at a lost. Not only had he brought on a semi-normal conversation between himself and Kai, and now the boy wanted to walk him to his next class! But why? Surely it’s not because of Jai Dee? He thought, casting a small glance over his shoulder in the bullies direction. Having missed the small interaction between his would-be-savior and his bully, he had no idea that that could very well be the reason for Kai’s chivalry. Yes, today surely would have been a good day to just hide out in the art studio. At least there, he’d only have to deal with people who understood his wish to be alone and were similar in their artistic needs. Rui sighed softly and distracted himself from berating himself by flipping through his books to the correct page, and settled down for the lesson. He could feel eyes on him for a little while and he wasn’t entirely sure who it was coming from, but he wished it would stop. It was making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and it was horribly distracting. Nibbling his lip and jotting down notes from the board, he cast a glance over to the seat on his left. Perhaps Su wouldn’t show up today? It would certainly be less of a hassle if he didn’t show…

Ah, but fate didn’t seem to be on his side today, though it usually wasn’t. The door slid open a good fifteen minutes after class began and in waltzed one Su Hai Cheng. Rui felt his whole body tense and his eyes quickly glued themselves to his notebook. He could hear the various voices of his classmates laughing and poking fun at the boy, asking why he was late and what not. Even his teacher was snapping at the boy to hurry up and sit down or else be locked out of the classroom. He silently willed Su to change his mind a leave. Again he found himself disappointed when he heard footsteps approaching his desk and the teachers shouts for the rest of the class to settle down so they could continue with the lesson. Rui shifted in his seat when Su sat down next to him, lazily yawning and running a hand through his dark brown hair. He refused to look up, or even acknowledge the boy’s presence and focused on the words in his text book. Drawing his arms in close to his body and hunching his shoulders up near his ears, Rui was obviously uncomfortable with the boy‘s closeness. Once again he cursed his teacher for not letting him change his seating arrangements. Things were quiet again and the teacher continued on with his lesson, and even Su was strangely quiet today, no whispering to the boy behind or in front of him, or tossing notes to people across the room when he thought no one was looking. He wasn’t even talking to him today. On one hand, he was relieved. But on another hand, the staring coming from his left was seriously unnerving and was starting to irritate him.

Just don’t think about it. At least he isn’t poking at you or pulling on your hair. Yes, Su wasn’t a patient man. Wen they met one another on the first day of class, and Rui had ignored his attempts to get his attention, Su had gone as far as to poke him several times, before pulling on his hair. It had…shocked him, more than anything. No one tried that hard to get his attention before, and they sure as hell didn’t touch him, let alone pull his hair. But when those little encounters hadn’t stopped, Rui had gone extra lengths to avoid the boy, even going as far as the eat his lunches in the art studio and hiding out the library. A place Su probably didn’t even know existed. He honestly didn’t understand why the boy wouldn’t take a hint and just leave him alone. He made it painfully obvious that he didn’t like their little meetings or even when the other tried to talk to him, so why couldn’t the other just leave him be? Especially when he was just causing trouble…Su was not a person Rui wanted to associate with, what with the boy’s horrible attendance, care free attitude, promiscuous ways and that damnable motorcycle he was so crazy about…just...leave me alone...

OOC:: I'm sorry this has taken so long, I've been busy with other posts >.<
I hope no one has lost interest!

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

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[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

Jacquelin Penelope Cartier ✖✖✖

❝Art is the most intense mode of in-di-vidual-ism the world has ever known. ❞

✘That's my real name, but you can call me ☇ Penne (like the pasta), Jacque (Jack, just a different spelling) or just Penelope.

Call me these, and I'll kick your a** ☇ Jackie...just don't please.

✘I'm this many ☇ Seventeen, thanks

If I Were A Superhero I Would Be ☇ Paint splatter girl.

✘I like the ☇ Um, boys mainly, but I'm a little curious about girls as well.

This is what I'm made of ☇ A combination of French, Irish, and Scottish.


『Listen up, I won't tell you this again』

Gimme! ☇ Likes; list form

✘Ew, keep it away! ☇ Dislikes; List form

Well, here I am, take me or leave me. ☇ Personality; at least a paragraph

✘ Ah! Sorry~ I Didn't Even Realize! ☇ Habits;


Yeah Be Jealous. Beeyotch.☇ Talents; Killers put your killing techniques here ;D

✘My story is no fairytale ☇ Biography; at least two well written paragraphs

I Hope I'm Not Annoying ☇ || Taylor The Loner || - Taylor and I don’t talk all that much unfortunately. Each of us are always doing our own thing, and he usually lets me be whenever I’m in the middle of drawing, which is nice. He’s very quiet, so we can easily be near one another and not feel awkward with the silence.

|| Shoichi The Sweetheart || - Goodness me, this boy is so warm-hearted it’s a little odd. Not in a bad way of course! He’s very sweet, and he can be pretty talkative when we’re together. He’s kinda like me in that he gets distracted easily and he‘s a little dreamy, so I find he’s a kindred spirit, even if he does try and get me to be a little more outgoing than I’m used to.

|| Elliot The Rebel || - Elliot is a bit of a wild card. Sometimes he can be a bit crazy and I want to scold him for not being careful, and then sometimes he can be really nice, even if others don‘t see it. What I love about him, are his tattoos. I could stand there and stare at the tattoos for hours and listen to the little stories behind each one. We don’t talk much, but well, I think he’s kinda good looking.

|| The Spoiled Rich Girl || - Sometimes, she and I just don’t get along. Admittedly, I think she can be a bit of a brat, especially when she wants something, and she’s scary when she’s angry. But…she’s not that bad, you just have to look past all the superficial stuff.

|| Alison The Party Girl || - Alison is like my big sister. My big, wild, often-drunk sister. I’m envious of her in some ways. I’d never be able to let myself just have fun and be the center of attention all the time. She can be a little too wild when she gets drunk, but she's cool most of the time.

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|| Taylor The Loner || - Taylor and I don’t talk all that much unfortunately. Each of us are always doing our own thing, and he usually lets me be whenever I’m in the middle of drawing, which is nice. He’s very quiet, so we can easily be near one another and not feel awkward with the silence.

|| Shoichi The Sweetheart || - Goodness me, this boy is so warm-hearted it’s a little odd. Not in a bad way of course! He’s very sweet, and he can be pretty talkative when we’re together. He’s kinda like me in that he gets distracted easily and he‘s a little dreamy, so I find he’s a kindred spirit, even if he does try and get me to be a little more outgoing than I’m used to.

|| Elliot The Rebel || - Elliot is a bit of a wild card. Sometimes he can be a bit crazy and I want to scold him for not being careful, and then sometimes he can be really nice, even if others don‘t see it. What I love about him, are his tattoos. I could stand there and stare at the tattoos for hours and listen to the little stories behind each one. We don’t talk much, but well, I think he’s kinda good looking.

|| The Spoiled Rich Girl || - Sometimes, she and I just don’t get along. Admittedly, I think she can be a bit of a brat, especially when she wants something, and she’s scary when she’s angry. But…she’s not that bad, you just have to look past all the superficial stuff.

|| Alison The Party Girl || - Alison is like my big sister. My big, wild, often-drunk sister. I’m envious of her in some ways. I’d never be able to let myself just have fun and be the center of attention all the time. She can be a little too wild when she gets drunk, but she's cool most of the time.

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It was almost ludicrous that he couldn’t get the other boy off his mind. Then again, there was something about Gavin that made it impossible not to think about him. Something innately commanding, that drew ones attention whether they liked it or not. How…irritating! What did he honestly think would happen between them anyway? They would go on a date and fall madly in love or something equally unrealistic? Well, maybe it wasn’t unrealistic, people did happen to fall that deeply in love with another person sometimes didn’t they? So it wasn’t impossible. Just…unlikely. And Cole had always been a realistic sort of person, and he didn’t honestly believe that something like that would happen to him. He’d find someone, and he would be happy with them, and fall deeper and deeper in love with that person over time. Slowly and steadily, that was the type of love he believed he was destined for, not some whirlwind romance. Gavin came off as the sort of person who romanced passionately and briefly. Again, he was going on the few times they’d spoken, and the way the boy had acted back at his work, so he could be totally wrong. But that was the air the boy gave off, and Colbey wasn’t honestly sure he wanted something like that. Even if it did involve the most sexy man he’d seen in a very long time. There was something about Gavin that…to be honest, scared him a little. He didn’t know what it was, and mostly thought it was just him being paranoid. But a small part just nagged at him, and put him on edge. It was very strange, he’d never felt that way about another person before, and he wasn’t sure he liked it.

And now, he was face to face with the very person causing those strange feelings. Gavin looked handsome, just like he did earlier that day when they’d first met, which made him feel horribly sloppy in his clothes. Then again, he hadn’t exactly been expecting company, especially not company that looked as good as Gavin currently did. He felt his cheeks turn pink, and he self-consciously plucked at his shirt, wishing he was wearing a regular sized shirt and not one that looked like it belonged on a bear, instead of him. The other was smiling charmingly at him, causing his stomach to flip excitedly. He was horribly torn between feeling excited at the boy’s presence, and wary of it as well. It was just…too freaking surreal! Surely this was just a very elaborate dream, and that Gavin wasn’t actually standing right in front of him, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers and what Colbey now assumed to be food, if the delicious smell was any indicator. Definitely surreal, in a very real sort of way. His hand clenched on the door knob and he shifted slightly, tilting his head, very much in the same way that his guest had. He wasn’t sure what to do right now. While he’d turned him down earlier, telling himself that it was for the best…now that Gavin was standing right in front of him, the urge to invite him inside was right there at the fore front of his mind. Urging him to move out of the way, and ask the boy to come in. No, no no! That’s a bad idea! He could be stalking you! He ignored his thoughts for now though. He shouldn’t be thinking such things about a person he hardly knew. It’s a natural thing to wonder…His mind sulkily intoned, something he also ignored. He’d hear the other out before he started making wild accusations like that. He hadn’t done anything remotely threatening to him after all.

The bouquet was being handed over to him now, and Cole couldn’t help the small smile that took over his face as he gently took them from the other. Sunflowers, roses and baby’s breath. He got two out of three right, He thought, taking in the sweet fragrance of the baby’s breath. Roses weren’t his favorite flower, as he felt they were overused. But then again, they were used to show a person’s affection most of the time, so it was appropriate. But Cole just preferred different flowers, than to that of the ordinary ones. He blinked as Gavin bowed, causing him to bite his lip to keep from chuckling. While the move itself wasn’t funny, it just seemed so out of place. Who actually bowed to people? And yet, on Gavin, it wasn’t that strange at all. "I was in fact being literal when I said that we shall speak later on, and this is actually rescheduling, if you'll accept this as a date? … Besides, I felt bad that I might have made you a tad uncomfortable, my apologies, if so." Cole held the flowers close to his chest as the boy explained himself, feeling better about the situation knowing what his intentions were. “You didn’t!” he quickly assured. “But La Maisonette I think, is a bit out of my league,” He said softly and a bit sheepishly. “They’d probably take one look at me, and show me to door,” He attempted to joke, fingering the edge of his shirt, as if to prove his point. “But, how did you find me?” He asked, tilting his head. He hadn’t said it accusingly, he didn’t want the other to think he was being accused of stalking him, even if that was what he was thinking at the time. He seriously hoped that wasn’t the case though. Once again, the smell of the food wafted over his nose, causing him to lean forward to try and identify the aroma. He heard the other chuckle and forced himself not to shiver at the sound, peering up curiously. “It's just Chinese food, which I'm hoping that you like. If so, then we already have something in common. If not...well, call this a second attempt failed.”

Colbey smiled, simply nodding. Chinese food was his favorite. He could probably live on the stuff if he wasn‘t so attached to burgers and whatnot. Gavin was on a roll it seemed, concerning the things he liked. Not that it was difficult, per-se to figure out what he liked, but after only speaking to him twice, it seemed rather amazing that his guesses were that close to the mark. He brought the flowers up to his face to cover his pleased smile, inhaling the smell of the sunflowers. “The flowers are gorgeous, thank you. I love sunflowers.” He murmured, cheeks slightly pink. He wasn’t used to such things. He’d certainly never had any of his previous boy/girlfriends–however few he’d had–bring food and flowers over to him. Especially not after he’d canceled a date on them. So far, the other boy had managed to surprise him, and Cole had always liked surprises. “May I come in, Colbey?” Colbey looked up quickly at the soft request and paused. Could he come in? A good question. One he wasn’t entirely sure how to answer. After being given flowers, the promise of Chinese food, and an explanation as to why the boy was here, Cole felt a little better about Gavin. He didn’t feel quite as on edge as he had been before. Though, that still didn’t explain how Gavin had gotten to his home. He could think of several ways, some less pleasant than others, but the one that made the most sense was that the other could have just asked someone at work for his address. It certainly made him feel better about the whole situation.

Biting his lip and giving a small hum of consideration, Cole tilted his head and tried to subtly look the other over once more. He still would like to go on a date with Gavin, and what better way to do that then in his own home? Here he didn’t have to worry about dressing up–though he’d probably change out of this horrible shirt–and he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. It was all a matter of whether he trusted the other enough to let him inside. Finally, after his slow looking the boy over, his eyes finally settled on the sack he’d leaned on his hip, and gave a small smile. “Well, I can’t very well send you away, when you’ve got Chinese food now can I?” He asked playfully, pushing himself off the doorjamb and stepping aside. “So yes, you can come in Gavin,” He stated, moving the door open a little wider as he gestured for the boy to come inside. I just hope I don't regret it later... He thought. “Make yourself at home.” Closing the door once the boy was inside, Cole lead the way into the living room, quickly grabbing up the basket of Nicks clothes that was supposed to have been washed yesterday after setting the flowers down on the counter. “Sorry, my roommate is a bit of a…well, a pig, really,” He muttered, walking down the short halway to Nicks room, dumping the basket inside and closing the door. He thanked god he cleaned their tiny appartment. The last thing he wanted was Gavin to think he was pig like his roommate. “You can just put the food on the bar there. Do you want anything to drink? Water, soda? I’m sure Nick’s managed to smuggle in some beers, if you’d like.” He wrinkled his nose slightly. He didn’t even want to know how his friend got a hold of the liquor. Then again, nick had a bunch of older friends, so it wasn’t entirely impossible that he just got it from them. Colbey hardly drank it, he couldn’t stand the way it tasted.

Moving back into the room, Cole picked up the flowers an searched for something big enough to hold them. It wasn’t often that they had anything remotely floral in the house–unless you counted Nicks girlfriend, Lizzy, with her flowery smelling perfume–so they didn’t really have much on the side of vases. Though, with a triumphant ‘Aha!’, he finally found a large cup that would have to do for now until he could get a proper vase for them. “I still can’t get over the fact that you got sunflowers!” He commented while he snipped the ends of the stems off in the sink. “Most people would go for just roses,” He murmured, gently setting the flowers in the cup, careful not to tilt it over or pull any petals off in the process. Once he had them in there the way he liked them, he beamed and nodded. “Perfect!” He stated. He turned his attention to his guest and leaned forward against the counter on his elbows, cocking his head and prodding the sack. “So tell me, what Chinese food did you get?” He asked. It was a little strange how…how comfortable he felt. He’d almost expected to be nervous–which he was, though not nearly as much as he thought he’d be–and awkward, while he was alone with Gavin. But he didn’t. His stomach gave a sudden loud grumble, causing him to quickly cover his belly with his hand to muffle the sound and a bright blush to light up on Colbey’s cheeks. “Eh heh…sorry.” He mumbled embarrassedly. Well, at least his stomach wasn’t feeling awkward about the whole situation!



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Mr. Nerd


► my name is ☆
►► Dylan Rhys Sutherland
► but call me ☆
►► Dill or Rhys
► i happen to be ☆
►► Seventeen
► and i was born ☆
►► December 13th
► my favorite is ☆
►► #cdb38b
► and my other favorite is ☆
►► Eh? I don't think that's any of your business, do you?

spacertimestwo → Books. Oh, my word, My room has become something like a mini library over the years. I find myself spending most of my time just curled up in a chair reading a really thick novel for hours. I find I can lose myself in the story and just forget about things for a while.
spacertimestwo → Book stores are my favorite place to be. I love the smell, how quiet it is, everything.
spacertimestwo → Dancing. Yes, though you’d never know just by looking at me. Everyone knows me as this little bookworm who avoids social situations like they’re the plague…but, I honestly love dancing. It‘s a great release for me, and I just lose myself in the moves. Not even my parents know about that.
spacertimestwo → Personal questions. God, they’re personal for a reason, you know! Some things you just shouldn’t ask unless you are really close to that person. It’s inappropriate. People act like they know you and ask you stuff that’s none of their business, and it’s really irritating.
spacertimestwo → Having to ask for help is possibly my least favorite thing to do. I happen to like my independence, thank you very much, and I don’t like asking others for help, when I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself.
spacertimestwo → Drunks. I’m sorry, but it’s disgusting. Who wants to get plastered, do something stupid like sleep with a random stranger, wake up to a horrible migraine, and then spend who knows how long clutching themselves to a toilet? I admit that I’ve drank and gotten drunk before, but It was an accident, and I never consciously seek to do it.


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It was official. Trigonometry had to be the most boring subject anyone could ever teach. Dylan swore that teachers went to a special seminar on how to teach boring subjects and make them absolutely excruciatingly dull. Honestly, he wouldn’t have minded the class if the teachers voice didn’t make him fall asleep. Leaning he cheek on his fist, he stared up at the clock, willing the hands to move faster. He could be in the library…or better yet, picking up the new book he’d ordered last week at the book store. Just thinking about it made him squirm restlessly in his seat. He couldn’t wait to get the book, go home and curl up in the big plush chair in his room and read till his eyes burned. The corners of his lips quirked slightly and he once again tried to make time move just a little faster. He was distracted from his futile task when something bounced softly off the corner of his glasses and landed on his desk. Blinking in irritation while he straightened the frames, Dylan looked at the note and up and around, his eyes finally landing on a friend of his sitting two rows away from him. He scowled at the boy, who smiled innocently back. Dylan didn’t have to open the note to know what it was about. Charlie had been bugging him all day about that stupid party being thrown at the beach tonight, repeatedly asking if he’d go or not. Dylan flicked the note off his workspace, sending it skidding under his neighbors desk without looking at it. The bell suddenly rang out, startling the nerd slightly. Stupid reflex… He thought as he went about gathering up his things. “It’s rude to ignore your notes like that, Dill. What if I’d asked you to do something important, like donate a kidney or something?”

Dylan sighed and looked up at the pouting face of his friend Charlie, rolling his eyes slightly. “It’s also rude to throw notes at my head in the middle of class. And I would think you’d be more upfront with that sort of question, instead of passing it around the class room.” He stated sensibly, pulling his glasses off and tucking them away in their case inside his bag. Charlie huffed at him and followed sulkily after him as Dylan left the classroom, looking very much like a kicked puppy. He silently counted in his head, waiting for the inevitable question. Five, four, three, two…one “So are you gonna go to the party?” Shaking his head as he left the school building with his friend in tow, Dylan nodded. “Yes, Charlie, I’m going to the party. When do I not go to these parties?” He asked, turning to his friend with a wry expression. Charlie didn’t hear anything besides ‘Yes’ and ‘going to the party’ and was already doing that embarrassing little celebratory jig he always did when he got his way. “Awesome sauce! Okay, I’ll meet you there, alright? Don't you dare ditch me!” Nodding and waving the boy off, Dylan turned and heading straight for the book store. Well, so much for his plan to spend the night reading his new book. The thought put a slight pout on his face. Oh well, at least there will be fairly good music and dancing as a consolation. He thought with a lazy sort of smile. His mother, a nurse by trade and someone who loathed alcohol due to the after effects she saw coming into the hospital day after day, wouldn’t necessarily like the idea of him going to a party. He knew she wouldn’t try to stop him though. She saw him as a responsible adult, and that’s what he was. She hoped he wouldn’t go and get s**t-faced drunk like many of her patients had been when they wound up in the hospital. And he wouldn’t. He planned on going for the dancing alone…

Grinning as the bookstore came into his sights, Dylan quickened his pace and almost raced into the store. He took in a deep breath and grinned at that ‘fresh book’ smell he loved. Honestly, if they made it into a cologne, he’d probably wear it. Walking up one of the horror and fantasy isles, he ran his fingers over the spines as he went. Ah, he’d love to stay and just grab one of the books and retreat to the second level and plop down in one of those super plush chairs they had up there and read it till the manager finally had to kick him out when the store closed. Reaching the counter, he leaned forward and peered into the back room. “Hey, Nikki? You there?” He called, leaning over the counter on his elbows. He knew everyone who worked at the bookstore, this one at least as it was the one he frequented most. All the workers knew him by name and face as well. There was a small crash and a curse, before a frazzled looking red head poked her face out of the door. “Yeah yeah, what do you- Oh, Dylan! Hey there. Come for your book?” She laughed at his eager nod and held up a finger, retreating back into the room for a moment, only to return with his book.

Dylan straightened and had to keep himself from snatching his new best friend out of the girls hand. “Yessss…” He hissed, running his hand over the cover and suddenly hugging the book, bringing another round of laughter from Nikki. “Gawd, Dylan, you’re too cute…” She sighed “Too bad you’re gay, otherwise I’d have to drag you into the back room and play with you for a little while!” Dylan shot her a slightly scandalized look, lips quirked into a smile at her teasing. “Nikki, doll, you’re twenty four. That would probably get you arrested if you tried to 'play' with me,” he stated. She waggled her pierced eyebrows at him. “Not if you don’t tell, it won’t,” She replied, grinning cheekily at him, only to laugh when he shook his head in exasperation. “Just ring up my book please,” He said, swatting at the girl when she reached over to pinch his cheek like she usually did, letting her take the paperback out of his hand. “Alright, but if you ever change your mind-” “Nikki!” She pouted and rang up his book. “Spoilsport!”

Leaving the store after spending another five minutes fending off Nikki’s outrageous flirting, Dylan left the store with a slight bounce in his step and headed for home. Honestly, he made friends with the strangest people. Casting a quick glance at his watch, the junior sighed and picked up the pace a little. If he wanted time to shower and get ready without rushing, he’d need to hurry. Considering his mom and him shared a single car, he was normally forced to walk wherever he wanted to go, just until he had enough saved to buy his own…It wasn‘t as if the school was that far from his house anyway, just a couple blocks. It certainly wouldn‘t kill him to walk a little, considering he was…pathetically un-athletic and needed the exercise. He spent the majority of his time in-doors and surrounded by books, so it wasn‘t that much of a surprise. At five foot seven and a half, Dylan was…well, a bit on the small and scrawny side, sadly enough. Why didn’t he just take the bus? He got motion sickness…badly…and the horrible diesel smell only made it worse. So he walked. However, his mother had the morning/afternoon shift at the hospital today and would probably be back in time for him to borrow the car to get to the party. He really didn’t want to have to ride with Charlie and his crazy a** boyfriend. That thought alone made him start jogging, and before he knew it, he was walking up to the front door of his modest one story home, nearly tripping over the little step that lead onto the porch in his haste. Pushing the door open once he got it unlocked, he took a quick peak into the living room and kitchen to see if his mother was home yet. When he didn’t find her, he went to his room and dumped his bag in his computer chair and then fell face first onto the bed. He could spare a little bit time to relax before he started getting ready.

Grimacing as a couple wandering hands groped at his chest and hips, probably attempting to pull him against a random stranger to dance, Dylan silently cursed himself. He should have just gone around. Batting the hands away, he suddenly stumbled out of the crowd on the other side near the kitchen. The first thing he saw was Roddy with his arms around poor Tobias Forester, looking like he was about to kiss him. Like him, Tobias was one of Roddy’s frequent bullying victims. He was a bit of a computer nerd, so that was excuse enough for Roddy to pick on him. Cocking an eyebrow, Dylan cleared his throat loudly and placed a hand on his hip. “I hope I‘m not interrupting, but I need to talk to you,” He said, totally not caring if he was in fact interrupting something between the two. Something had been said to his friend, and he wanted to know what. His eyes darted over to Toby, frowning slightly. Poor guy had probably just stumbled into him or something. A classic ‘wrong place at the wrong time’ sort of thing. “And quit molesting Tobias. You know, I’m shocked no one has sued you for sexual harassment. You should do that Tobias,” He stated, looking pointedly at Toby, crossing his arms.

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Despite the fact that he and Charlie had been friends since the beginning of high school, there were time that Dylan wished he could just strangle the boy. Charlie was the sort of guy that valued having fun and making sure everyone else had fun above anything else. It was a wonder they were friends at all, considering he was the type of person who preferred to not do anything wild and crazy. It was a balance, he supposed. But there were times when he wished that Charlie would worry about himself, instead of trying to ‘hook him up’ with some random dude and get him laid. Like, right now. They were in a party filled to the brim with their peers, people they would see on a daily basis. Dylan did not want everyone to know that he supposedly ‘needed’ to have sex, and have people think that was an open invitation for any sleaze ball under the sun. He especially didn’t want Rodrigo friggen Thakaway to take that as an invitation to cozy up to him and try to get in his pants. Alas, of all the conversations the skater could have overheard, it had to be that one. The taller blond suddenly popped up and pretended to act like he’d actually been apart of the conversation from the beginning. Dylan’s eyes narrowed at the nickname and he crossed his arms over his chest in a slightly defensive stance. He cocked an eyebrow at the taunt and snorted. “Rodrigo, the only thing I’m ‘scared’ of, is contracting some disgusting sexual disease from one of these stupid drunks, considering they‘ve probably been humping everything anything on two legs since this party began,” He quipped, ignoring with difficulty the blatant staring at his crotch and the way the boy circled him like some sort of shark waiting to bite a chunk out of a defenseless seal. A reflexive blush bloomed over his cheeks at the complement –if you could call it that– and he squirmed slightly in place. “Not all of us feel the need to jump the first thing with a cute a**, like you do.” He fired back, pushing his glasses up his nose with his middle finger, seemingly flipping the skater off.

A frown settled on his lips when Roddy whispered something to Charlie, who up until this point, had simply been staring at the older boy with a mixture of awe and fear on his face. Now he just looked like he was going to wet himself. Charlie nodded quickly and the blond kissed his cheek before he swept away from them, leaving Dylan to glare at the boy’s back. Immediately he rounded on Charlie. who was also staring at the boy as he disappeared. “What did he say?” He asked. “That boy, is sex on a stick,” Charlie muttered, shaking his head slightly. Dylan rolled his eyes and frowned a bit. He couldn’t deny that Roddy was attractive in that delinquent bad boy sort of way. His personality left a lot to be desired though. “Charlie, focus here. You’ve got a boyfriend, by the way,” He stated. That seemed to wake his friend up. The boy paled slightly and ruffled his own hair. Dylan reached out to grab the boy’s arm “Now, what did he say to you?” Charlie squirmed out of reach, and latched onto his boyfriend when he meandered close enough. “N-nothing! Just being roddy! I’m gonna go dance, alright? Have a beer, dance, shag someone, just have fun!” And with that, Charlie pulled his more than slightly drunk boyfriend into the crowd of dancers, leaving him on his own. Scowling slightly, Dylan glared back at the spot that Roddy had once been standing in. It was bad enough that the boy bullied him at school, did he have to bully him here, and his friends as well? At a party where they were supposed to be having fun? Right now, he was more concerned with what Roddy had said to Charlie to get that sort of reaction out of him. Charlie was not someone who shied away from physical contact. His eyes narrowed and Dylan started pushing his way through the crowd, attempting to find Roddy to confront him. If he threatened Charlie… He thought protectively. Charlie was one of the few friends he had, he wasn’t about to let someone scare him off.

Grimacing as a couple wandering hands groped at his chest and hips, probably attempting to pull him against a random stranger to dance, Dylan silently cursed himself. He should have just gone around. Batting the hands away, he suddenly stumbled out of the crowd on the other side near the kitchen. The first thing he saw was Roddy with his arms around poor Tobias Forester, looking like he was about to kiss him. Like him, Tobias was one of Roddy’s frequent bullying victims. He was a bit of a computer nerd, so that was excuse enough for Roddy to pick on him. Cocking an eyebrow, Dylan cleared his throat loudly and placed a hand on his hip. “I hope I‘m not interrupting, but I need to talk to you,” He said, totally not caring if he was in fact interrupting something between the two. Something had been said to his friend, and he wanted to know what. His eyes darted over to Toby, frowning slightly. Poor guy had probably just stumbled into him or something. A classic ‘wrong place at the wrong time’ sort of thing. “And quit molesting Tobias. You know, I’m shocked no one has sued you for sexual harassment. You should do that Tobias,” He stated, looking pointedly at Toby, crossing his arms.

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Fletcher Hyatt McKenny

The Studious

❝ The man who sees two or three generations is like someone who sits in a conjurer's booth at a fair and sees the tricks two or three times. They are meant to be seen only once. ❞

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My name is [ Fletcher Hyatt McKenny ]


But you can call me [ Fletcher or Hyatt is fine. ]


I am [ Ninty-four, though I look to be about seventeen ] years old.


Make no mistake I am [ boyish fellow ]


Only [ certain people of the masculine persuasion ] can be my lovers.


I Love them I think[ that rockstar guy ]

Şþіяаŀіňģ ƒűяťћəя Вəŀσщ*****✘✪

Gimmeh, Gimmeh please

• Libraries. I’m surrounded by my favorite thing, how can I not love them?
• Knowledge, I crave it. I love to learn new things.
• Music. It’s just so diverse and ever changing.
• Languages. I'm quite fluent in French, as well as German, Italian and Greek.
• Walking on grass barefoot. Makes me feel very connected with the earth.



Oh YUCK! Get it away

• Personal questions. They’re personal for a reason, you know
• People who lack common sense. Ugh, use it, it’s not difficult.
• Having to ask for help. No thanks, I can do it on my own.
• When others take my books away. They’re mine!
• Feeling out of place. Can we say awkward?




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I am [ Commonsensical ]

I look at things in a very logical manner. I am a realist, and others have called me pessimistic or shrewd –not in a nice way– or clinical. I’ll admit that I have a hard time of just relaxing and letting things happen. I let my head rule and not my heart, which makes others believe I’m cynical. I am, in a way. God, that makes me sound horrible doesn’t it? I’m obviously not a very open person, but once I do feel comfortable around others I open up and can be quite friendly. I do actually like being around people, I’m just…awkward, I guess. I'm more at ease when I'm surrounded by books, or things that I know. I don't like feeling out of place or over my head. I have a temper, and I’ll end up shouting in French when I’m angry, so just a heads up.


My looks are[ Boyish ]

Kinda? I don’t really know, some have called me girly and some have called me boyish. All a matter of perspective. But I’ve got a lithe sort of figure that doesn‘t show how strong I really am, ‘wet sand’ brown colored hair, and aquamarine eyes. Pale skin and pinkish lips… God, this is awkward talking about myself, can’t you just…you know, look and see for yourself?

What can I say, My life has been [ ]

You really want my life? From the beginning? Lord, he we go. I was born in 1915, just a year after the beginning of World War One. My father, Gregory, was Scottish and my mother, Penelope, was French. He was a factory worker and she was involved in a loveless arranged marriage. Long story short, my father stole my mother away from her first husband. Soon after, I was born. In 1918, at the age of five, I lost my parents to the Spanish flu. I somehow managed to survive, something about it not affecting my immune system as badly as an adults, I believe. I was taken in by my uncle and his large family, who had managed to avoid contracting the disease. I lived with them for the rest of my human life, just some twelve years or so. I have seen some pretty amazing things in my life, such as Charles Lindbergh when he flew into Paris after flying around the world. I’ve lived through the ‘roaring twenties’, era of Jazz music. I’ve also seen horrible things, like the Great depression, where my uncle lost his job and couldn’t provide for the family.

It was 1932 when I was bitten and changed. Just seventeen years old. We met under unfortunate circumstances. Myself and my cousin whom I was very close to, had been attacked in one of the parks. Mugged and nearly killed by some desperate man. We were still recovering from the Great Depression, so I can only assume that was why I was attacked. I can remember clear as day the man who did it. He was a German, and I think that’s what first attracted me to him, was his almost white blond hair and dark blue eyes…He was handsome and sophisticated, much like a noble. I guess you could also say that was what made me start questioning my sexuality, but I’m getting ahead of myself. He came across me, dying and my already dead cousin and just studied us for a while, before finally swooping down on me. I never knew what happened until afterwards. I woke up in a basement, and the very first thing I noticed was that I was…hungry. Not just normal hungry, but a gut twisting hunger that was downright painful. Then he was there, holding a ring and a glass full of liquid. I didn’t know what it was. I could have been acid for all I knew, and I didn’t care. It smelt…absolutely amazing. I practically attacked him to get to it. It was only after I’d downed the contents and my hunger pains went away, that my supposed ‘savior’ told me what it was. Blood. I’d drank human blood. At first, I was confused, and then horrified and disgusted. I remember retching violently and listening to the man’s laughter. He told me that I should be grateful, and that I should be thanking him for ‘saving’ me and giving a brand new life. Then he gave me the ring and said that I should wear it if I wanted to be able to go out in the daylight without dying.

After that, most things were a blur. For several years, I hid myself away and refused to eat. It was only through my creator’s rather violent methods of forced feedings, that I actually lived. Acelin had been adamant that I survive. I was his childe, and he wouldn’t have me dying on his watch. During the time after I realized that I wouldn’t be dying any time soon, not unless someone got the bright idea to either steak me or light me on fire, I realized that I did in fact like men. I met a French human male, and managed to establish some sort of connection with him. We were just friends, though I did fancy him a bit. But I’d never acted on it until the Nazi’s came. It wasn’t just Jews they were against, but just about anything that wasn’t ‘pure’ in their eyes, homosexuals included. My human was captured, and I was too. I did it to save him. I let those pathetic cretins and bigots capture me and put me into a concentration camp. I was forced to wear a pink triangle, signifying that I was a homosexual –even if I hadn’t come to terms with it yet– and was to be put in a special group. Homosexuals were often experimented on during those times, in an attempt to find and irradiate the ‘gay gene’ inside us so no future generations of Aryans would have it. My ring was taken away, but luckily I was kept indoors. My human died in that camp. As a vampire I was immune to any sort of treatment they did to me. Some made me sick, but they certainly wouldn’t kill me. The only thing I never had to worry about, was going hungry. There were thousands of people I could chose from, and even while I hated to do it, that was possibly the bloodiest time of my life.

Shortly after I managed to escape. My creator managed to sneak me out, just as he some how managed to get my ring back. What I didn’t know at the time was that my sire was one of those bigot Nazi’s, which would have explained how easily he managed to free me. No, I found all that out later. World War Two began shortly after I escaped. As a vampire, the war was just something I watched unfold around me. I helped when I could, but for the most part I was an observer. My family was killed and I couldn’t stop it. Really, how could I? What would I say after showing up after years and years of supposedly being dead? From that point on, I was just…there. I lived in the human world but I wasn’t apart of it. I lived through the fifties with the atomic bomb and Elvis Presley, and on through the sixties and seventies and on and on. I traveled the world by myself, sometimes with my sire who followed me to make sure I stayed out of trouble. Eventually, I came to be with my current Coven and my creator has long sense disappeared, thankfully. I suspect he left after I told him I refused to feed off of humans anymore. Now I live with my little family in our castle in Italy. Things are…calmer, I suppose then what I’m used to. Now I just have to deal with these damnable urges I have to confront this human tourist…I refuse to act on them, since well…No! I refuse! He calls out to me like a beacon though and it’s rather annoying. It’s so against the rules it‘s not even funny. Stupid rock star, with his amazing voice…



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