Testing Thread. Stay away / / / No stealing

Why are you here??? >_>

Stalking you. Duhh~! =DD	33.3%	[ 7 ]
I'm gonna steal your sh*t.	33.3%	[ 7 ]
Just lookin	19.0%	[ 4 ]
I love you >w< [ / lul random ]	14.3%	[ 3 ]
Total Votes:			[ 21 ]

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( Ｊ ｅ ｎ ｎ ａ )

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIf you don't believe me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxif you don't like my plans

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou mustn't tell me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxhow I know your face like the back of my hand

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWe walk the city
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI talk so you understand

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSo, wont you tell me?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHow I know this place like the back of my hand

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We wrote a prelude
To our own fairy tale

And bought a parachute
At a church rummage sale

And with a mean sewing machine
And miles of thread
We sewed the day above L.A.
In navy and red

We wound a race track
Through your mom's kitchen chairs
And fought the shadows back
Down your dark basement stairs

I lit a match, then let it catch
To light up the room
And then you yelled as we beheld
An old maroon hot air balloon

I'll be out of my mind
And you'll be out of ideas
Pretty soon
So let's spend
The afternoon in a cold hot air balloon
Leave your jacket behind
Lean up and touch the treetops over town
I can't wait
To kiss the ground
Wherever we touch back down

La la la la la laaa
La la la la la laaa

We drank the Great Lakes
Like cold lemonade
And both got stomach aches
Sprawled out in the shade

So bored to death you held your breath
And I tried not to yawn
You made my frown turn upside down
And now my worries are gone

I'll be out of my mind
And you'll be out of ideas
Pretty soon
So let's spend
The afternoon in a cold hot air balloon
Leave your jacket behind
Lean up and touch the treetops over town
I can't wait
To kiss the ground
Wherever we touch back down

I'll be out of my mind
And you'll be out of ideas
Pretty soon
So let's spend
The afternoon in a cold hot air balloon
Leave your jacket behind
Lean up and touch the treetops over town
I can't wait
To kiss the ground
Wherever we touch back down

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[ O N E x O N E ] ?

Hana wants a roleplay. >:U
Literate. I'm not asking for a novel, but a few paragraphs would be lovely.
If it's Hetero, I'd prefer to play the girl. Just throwin that out there. ;]
I love all genres, literally. As long as the plot is fun.
I like to get to know my roleplay partners, don't be afraid to talk to me. :3
Let's make a plot together, if I already don't have one myself. Don't be afraid to suggest something. :3
Dnt tlk lyk dis. Proper grammar, please.
Don't ditch the roleplay. If you really want to quit, tell me. Don't just vanish off the face of the planet.
Forums or pms, doesn't matter. Possibly email.
Don't be mean. That should be obvious.
Now, let's talk about plots.


Bold = The role I'd like to play. :'D
Seme = On the left.
♥ = If there's a heart next to it, it means I'm craving that.


Yaoi or Het for any of these. :]

Punk Boy x Shy girl/boy / ♥
Zombie Survival / ♥♥♥♥♥ 8'D
Criminals
Assassins
Runaways / ♥♥♥♥♥♥ >w>
Police x Criminal / ♥
Roommates / ♥
Teacher x Student
Arranged Marriage
Master x Slave
Prince x Commoner
Childhood Friends / ♥
Prince x Pauper
Thief x Rival Thief
Bully / New Student
Enemy Clique x Enemy Clique
Photographer x Model / ♥
Asylum
Plane Crash ; Survival
Dance Instructor x Dancer
Best Friend x Best Friend
Gang / ♥

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Somebody help me tame this [ animal I have become ]

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→ G O K U D E R A ●●
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You know, when I first saw your reply, I was on my DS. I scrolled down the page of somewhat literate replies til I got to yours, and my mouth literally dropped open. I hope you're happy, Hibari. You gave me a semi-heart attack. I had no idea you were serious about that. And if you're wondering, I did read your entire reply. You should be proud, because most people would say ' screw it ' and close the window. Not me ~ ! I read it. All. Now, I am going to type my reply. Thirty -ONE paragraphs. Here we go. I should probably get a snack, because this is gonna be a while. I haven't typed as Hayato-chan in a while, have I ? Maybe this reply will help get my muse back? You never know. I still looooove KHR, but my Gokudera muse is still hiding in my closet. He wont come out of the damn closet, and it's pissing me off to the extreme. Hehe, I hope you got that. Cheesy yaoi joke, ne? Anyway, back to my reply. I'm determined to finish this in less then an hour.

Gokudera sucked in a shaky breath, his emerald hues clouded by pain as he gazed upon his bloodied wound. Hibari was doing nothing to help, which wasn't surprising at all. The head prefect was, Gokudera had decided, one of the biggest a*****e's he'd ever encountered in his entire life, and that was saying something. Shaking his head, the Italian pushed a hand through his silver locks and backed further away from the crowd of things nearing him still. Damn them. Why wouldn't they just give up?! Dammit. The mere sight of them pissed Gokudera off ; and added on to the fact that he couldn't do anything to stop them. There were too many--!

Something was up. This couldn't be happening.. He wouldn't-- couldn't believe it. Zombies don't exist. It went against everything Gokudera had ever studied. All the books he'd read that supposedly held ' facts ' about the world were much more then questioning after this incident. Moaning, one of the zombie's rushed from the crowd, bringing the silvernette away from his thoughts and back to the current situation. Damn, that one was a fast little b*****d, wasn't he?! Swerving to the side, Gokudera managed to evade the attack, but the creature followed suit ; aiming another blow at his lower arm. "Goddammit! Die, you b*****d!" Bringing his arm back, the pissed off teenager punched the zombie square in the jaw, sending it stumbling back into the crowd.

"Hah! Take that, cocky b*****d!" Gokudera grinned before turning and running ahead. He didn't bother to check on Hibari still. He could take care of himself. If he couldn't, then screw him. Let the b*****d get killed. He was an a*****e, anyway. Feared by the weak, and hated by everyone else. Che. He thought he was so tough. It was so ******** up. Gokudera couldn't even tell Hibari off. Being the Head Prefect, the ravenette would most likely get him expelled in an instant. The silvernette hated him for a number of reasons. The main one being that he constantly picked on Tsuna. For no reason other than the fact that he was small and unpopular. Tch.

Wait. What about Tsuna ? Gokudera stiffened. Tsuna was, in fact, the Italian's ' boyfriend ', and with all these zombies around . . . . What if they had already reached the frail brunette's house-- ? Gokudera didn't want to think about it, nor did he have the time. He was too busy fighting off zombiez with a dead sexy, raven-haired prefect to think about that poor excuse for a man. OHOHOHOHO ~ <3 Sorry, bby. I just had to put that. ;DD WAO BBY. Tsuna could defend himself, couldn't he? Sadly, Gokudera wasn't too sure. Tsuna was constantly teased in school ; If the Italian wasn't around to protect him, of course. Gokudera did not tolerant bullying when it came to the brunette, so most strayed away when they were together.

But, now wasn't the time for worrying. Hurling another group of dynamite at the decayed corpses, the silver-haired teen's jade eyes searched around for Hibari. He spotted the ravenette not too far off, leaning against a wall. He didn't look so good. Hah, well, let him get eaten! He could care less. . . Right ? Of course, Hibari was the school's head prefect, and was feared by many. In fact, Gokudera couldn't think of anyone that would miss the a*****e. And yet-- Huffing in annoyance at his own guilt, the Italian turned himself away.

Gokudera wasn't one for kindness, so it was quite natural that he did not want to help Hibari. Of course, it was different when he was a kid. When he was young, the silvernette was good natured and friendly, had a love for music, and didn't have a care in the world. Why should he have? He was rich, had good parents, a somewhat caring sister, and a life of pure luxury. Who could ask for more ? And then, there was that woman. The gorgeous, emerald eyed woman who would visit him constantly. Gokudera never really understand who she was, just that she was a friend of his father's and loved the piano, just like he did.

She'd often come to his father's estate and sit by him before the grand piano, teaching him peaceful melodies and guiding his small hands across the keys. "There, there. You've got it." She'd coo, brushing back a lock of her fair silver hair and smiling brightly. "You're doing wonderful, my little Hayato." And Gokudera would smile, because he'd grown to love this woman, not caring if he didn't know her name or where she came from. He loved her, and she loved him. Or, at least that's what the five-year old had assumed. He didn't realize how wrong he was until much, much later.

He'd practice playing the piano everyday, hoping to impress the pretty lady who would drop by every now and then to see how he was doing. His sister, Bianchi, often complained about his music, claiming that it was: ' boring, and childish.' But Gokudera just decided she was jealous that he had a new friend and she did not. Yes, I am totally making all this up. II'm already brain dead, and it's only the ninth paragraphs. Asdfghjkl. His rather never spoke to him about his constant visitor, and Hayato didn't ask. Why should he? He was just a kid, he didn't care where the silver-haired woman was from, just that she was very pretty and played the piano for him.

Oh my gosh, this is harder then I thought. I apologize for the short paragraphs. It's hard to type when your muse is dead. Ah, 1859. I still luff you, even though my muse went plop. One day, 1859 will be canon. And on that day, I will spazz like a mofo. >:I

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"Aw, our little pet is awake ~" Stepping through the entryway, Drake's bright violet eyes rose to rest on the rather tired boy chained to the wall. The male standing beside him, Jacob, could only smirk. "Indeed." He murmured in response, though it was barley audible. Both men were clad in light gray jeans, and button-up white shirts. They could pass for brothers, no doubt about it. Same height, same jet black hair, the only difference was their eyes. Drakes being violet, and Jacob's being icy blue. "You know . . " Drake began, crossing the room and gazing down at the blonde teenager. "He is rather cute. Don't you think?" Jacob, who was beside his lover now, only shrugged. Smiling some, Drake turned his attention back to the boy. "Hello there, Zak. I'm Drake. Do you know why you're here?" He reached out and cupped Zak's face in his hands, forcing their eyes to meet.

Jacob watched, and for a slight instant an expression of pity crossed the black-haired male's features. Drake was such a tease, it almost made him feel sorry for the boy. He was so innocent. . . Hell, he probably had no clue why he was even there, nonetheless why he was about to be seduced by a total stranger. Finally, Jacob cleared his throat. "Drake, you don't have to scare the boy." Narrowing his eyes at his seemingly nicer lover, Drake couldn't help himself but smirk. "What's wrong, Jakey? Jealous of our new toy ~ ?" He teased, gesturing Jacob over. "Zak, meet Jacob. He's my other pet, but he'll also be your master, along with me ~" Drake said gently, as though what he was saying was the most normal thing in the world. Jacob, cheeks flushing, punched the taller male in the arm. "I am not your pet, you twisted son of a--" "Now, now, Jakey. Not in front of Zak." Drake ran a hand through the chained boy's white-blond hair. "Anyway, Zak. We've purchased you as our slave, so that's what you are. See, Jakey and I are lovers, and lately things have been a bit . .dull." He paused, for dramatic affect, and Jacob rolled his eyes. "That's where you come in. You'll help keep us entertained, wont you, love?"

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A l e x a n d r i a

I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard.
Handful of complaints, but I can’t help the fact that everyone can see these scars.
I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel.
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe this is real.
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do.
Face away and pretend that I'm not.
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got.

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Chace ❤

We wrote a prelude, to our own fairy tale
And bought a parachute at a church rummage sale

And with a mean sowing machine, and miles of thread
We sewed the day above L.A, in navy and red

We wound a race track, through your mom's kitchen chairs
And fought the shadows back down your dark basement stairs

I lit a match, then let it catch, to light up the room
And then you yelled as we beheld an old maroon hot air balloon

I'll be out of my mind, and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon
So let's spend the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon
Leave your jacket behind, lean out and touch the treetops over town
I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! A pale hand darted out from underneath the covers, slamming down on what Chace assumed was his annoying-as-hell alarm clock. The loud crunch that followed ( and the fact that the beeping still ensued ) proved him otherwise. "Oh s**t . ." Came the muffled voice from under the covers, as the teen was too scared to check the damage he'd done to whatever unfortunate item happened to be sitting on his dresser at the time. The irritating beeping continued, the sound of it immediately reminding Chace of his mom. No matter how pissed off you are, or how stressed, it doesn't shut up. No. Matter. What. Finally building up the courage to peek out from the sheets, the sight that greeted him made the brunette groaned and smack himself on the forehead. "Are you kidding me? Not my glasses! The one thing I need . . " Mumbling curse words, Chace grasped the glasses remains and studied them. Nope. No way in hell he was gonna be able to fix those. Tossing them into the garbage, the seventeen year old yawned and threw his legs over the side of the bed, stretching. What was he supposed to do today? Get out of the house before his a*****e parents woke up, for starters. . . . Wait. He had to do something today . . Something important. Whacking himself in the head a few times ( as though the action would help him remember ), Chace suddenly went rigid. "Ohhhh crapppp! He so late, and on his first day on the job! "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! Lunging off the bed, the teen's icy green eyes darted around his rather small room, fixating on a stack of luggage in the far corner. Ah, good. He remembered to pack. At least he wasn't totally screwed. Hell, he was only moving out to the country to work for some ' family friends ' and get away from the ' city life ' ( his parents words ), but Chace didn't buy it. They were just trying to get rid of him, not trying to teach him a lesson.

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