the ocean embrace . TEST THREAD DO NOT POST.

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It wasn’t usual for the older Watts child to be up at this ungodly hour. Well, it was provided there was school or practice or something he had to do, but vacations were supposed to be purely relaxing. Instead Riley happened to be taking a jog `round the area . . . more like just running about wildly looking for anything and everything he could possibly do. It still defied nature, him being this energetic in the morning and all, but it probably had something to do with the fact that he’d slept the whole trip to the lake house, and then zonked out directly upon arrival. That was plenty enough sleep to provide a bright eyed, bushy-tailed Riley in the morning, which probably wasn’t particularly good for anyone, as he tended to get himself into unwarranted trouble.

Mainly just doing stupid things; like what he was doing now, because climbing a large tree root seemed like a totally legitimate idea. No doubt sometimes people wished he’d be more of a mature shut-in; he seemed to be perpetually stuck at about twelve provided there was something sticky to get into.

No doubt it came as no surprise when he lost his footing and went a tumbling to the dirt path below. Rump first, so it took him a few minutes to realize where the blood was coming from. “Ughhheeewww,” he eventually droned out, feeling the sting in his hands and quickly finding his scraped up palms. Well, that put a damper on his plans. Riley stood quickly, holding his hands out from his sides as not to get blood on anything, and very much avoiding the burning in his eyes. No doubt he’d suffered worse, but bleeding palms still hurt. Sucking in a breath he placed a kind of strained look on his face and quickly went running back to the cabin in a kind of awkward way, what with his hands held away from him and everything.

He mildly resembled a chicken.

An elegant, graceful, dancer of a chicken.

Upon entrance to the cabin – so skillfully opening the front door with his elbows – Riley headed straight for the kitchen, and by extension the lovely aroma of breakfast foods. He immediately regretted his choice because he wasn’t extremely familiar with anyone in the room – namely that old butler guy and . . . his uncle? One of them, anyways. “Uh . . . hullo,” he scoffed, feeling kind of out of place and silly. “Oh! Uhm, do you guys know where the band-aids are?” this was really awkward, he hated talking to adults. “I ---uh, well,” Riley held out his palms for the two kitchen residents, as to properly demonstrate just why he was in need of band-aids. At his house they were kept in the kitchen, but he wondered if it would have been a better idea to just go scouring the bathroom cupboards instead. Would have saved all of the awkward with having to talk the two in the kitchen and all.

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xxxxxxxxxx HISTORY ( ♚ ) BLISTERS ❞ xxxxx ` brothers & sisters !
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I SAW THE DEVIL WRAPPING UP HIS HANDS , HE'S GETTING READY FOR THE SHOWDOWN. I SAW THE MINUTE THAT I TURNED AWAY.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I SAW THE DEVIL WRAPPING UP HIS HANDS , HE'S GETTING READY FOR THE SHOWDOWN. I SAW THE MINUTE THAT I TURNED AWAY.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I SAW THE DEVIL WRAPPING UP HIS HANDS , HE'S GETTING READY FOR THE SHOWDOWN. I SAW THE MINUTE THAT I TURNED AWAY.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I SAW THE DEVIL WRAPPING UP HIS HANDS , HE'S GETTING READY FOR THE SHOWDOWN. I SAW THE MINUTE THAT I TURNED AWAY.
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a small town role-play. ooc thread here.
experimental style, open to new ideas.
currently closed & accepting.

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xxxxxxxxxx HISTORY ( ♚ ) BLISTERS ❞ xxxxx ` brothers & sisters !
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I SAW THE DEVIL WRAPPING UP HIS HANDS , HE'S GETTING READY FOR THE SHOWDOWN. I SAW THE MINUTE THAT I TURNED AWAY.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I SAW THE DEVIL WRAPPING UP HIS HANDS , HE'S GETTING READY FOR THE SHOWDOWN. I SAW THE MINUTE THAT I TURNED AWAY.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I SAW THE DEVIL WRAPPING UP HIS HANDS , HE'S GETTING READY FOR THE SHOWDOWN. I SAW THE MINUTE THAT I TURNED AWAY.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I SAW THE DEVIL WRAPPING UP HIS HANDS , HE'S GETTING READY FOR THE SHOWDOWN. I SAW THE MINUTE THAT I TURNED AWAY.
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O1. While this role-play is labeled experimental, and thus open to many styles of posting
( poetry, normal third person, first person, etc. ) I still expect people to use good grammar
and some common sense when they post. I don’t want a jumble of dribble impossible to
understand, nor do I want you starting every sentence with the same word for a whole
goddamn paragraph. Basically, use good grammar and an easy-to-read writing style, is
all.

O2. I’d love some decoration in your posts, but don’t get your panties in a bunch if you
aren’t magnificent at coding ( I ain’t, either ). All I ask for is your character’s name and a
picture, really. That said don’t go all out and put Mardi Gras in your post. I can’t stand
sparkly glitter graphics, either, and I don’t wan’t you shoving one million and one things
into you post, okay kids?

O3. Concerning characters, this role-play is open to anything. No, really, anything. You
could apply for the mangy neighborhood cat, for all I care. That said, please make
characters interesting and different! I don’t want several carbon copies of the exact same
characters, because the role-play will get boring fast. Make older characters, make
younger characters, anything, really. Also, there is a ‘character request form,’ wherein
you can send me a character that you would like someone else to play, and I’ll put them
up for grabs in the requested character post. So if you want someone to play your
character’s brother, sister, or pet dog, feel free to send one in!

O4. This role-play takes place in a small dust town in America, kind of closed off from
society and backward. Please, please, please use some sense when picking out
appearances and posting. It’s a role-play, you don’t have to know every detail about small
towns to join, really all you have to do is think for a moment, I promise.

O5. We accept all sexualities and romances here, but with that said keep in mind that
small towns typically aren’t the most accepting of places. Also, try to balance out
sexualities a bit. And don’t get too carried away; when the clothes come off you fade to
black, honey.

O6. Send me all character applications / reserves titled “dustland fairytale,” and if they’re
accepted, work on profiles. Profiles are small and can definitely be added onto as we go
through the role-play and you discover your character. Profiles will be filled out in a
separate test thread; you send me the link when you have finished them.

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xxxxxxxxxx HISTORY ( ♚ ) BLISTERS ❞ xxxxx ` brothers & sisters !
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I SAW THE DEVIL WRAPPING UP HIS HANDS , HE'S GETTING READY FOR THE SHOWDOWN. I SAW THE MINUTE THAT I TURNED AWAY.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I SAW THE DEVIL WRAPPING UP HIS HANDS , HE'S GETTING READY FOR THE SHOWDOWN. I SAW THE MINUTE THAT I TURNED AWAY.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I SAW THE DEVIL WRAPPING UP HIS HANDS , HE'S GETTING READY FOR THE SHOWDOWN. I SAW THE MINUTE THAT I TURNED AWAY.
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story here

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xxxxxxxxxx MISERABLY ( ♚ ) SHY ❞ xxxxx ` choir & boy !
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx TWO BIRDS ON A WIRE ; ONE TRIES TO FLY AWAY AND THE OTHER WATCHES HIM CLOSE FROM THAT WIRE
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HE SAYS HE WANTS TO AS WELL , BUT HE IS A LIAR. ONE SAYS COME ON , BUT THE OTHER SAYS " I'M TIRED "
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx TWO BIRDS ON A WIRE ; ONE TRIES TO FLY AWAY AND THE OTHER WATCHES HIM CLOSE FROM THAT WIRE
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx BUT HE'S NEVER GOING TO LET GO OF THAT WIRE. HE SAYS THAT HE WILL, BUT HE'S JUST A LIAR ♚ ♚ ♚
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Rule one; keep your head down.

Ever since the very first day of high school Toby had followed this rule exactly, precisely. Unlike some and far and few and in between, the musical teen seemed to bring out bad feelings in people. A frequent target for swirlies, locker stuffing, and plain old beatings, and it didn’t stop after freshman year. But there were ways to avoid it; blend into the crowd, keep your eyes on your feet, don’t make eye contact, never say anything. Oh, and learn to run fast. It all worked out quite well – well, aside from the running because Toby was just plain out of shape. Skinny and lanky and to be honest more scrawny than anything.

Generally that’s what happened when you sat around all day filling up pages upon pages with songs you’d never have the balls to sing.

“<And that about wraps it up, class>,” his French 2 teacher dribbled out in the language of love, causing him to snap out of his thoughts and look up. The rest of the kids were already shuffling out, but Toby stayed behind, purposefully being outrageously slow getting his books together. “Mister White, is something the matter?” the elderly woman asked kindly, noticing him seemingly mulling over a notebook that should have been in his bag ages ago. He perked up, cheeks turning apple red. Oh, his dawdling was caught. “N-no, nothing,” he assured her, waving his hand as he stuffed his notebook into his bag, “see you, Madam Benoit,” and he scurried out of the French class before she could get in another word.

Typically Toby hung out in the boy’s bathroom during lunchtime, pathetic as it may be, no one knew he was there and it was just easier that way. Today, though, he kind of wanted to avoid it. No doubt there’d be a bunch of freshman similar to himself getting . . . ‘initiated?’ there. He wanted no part of it, nor did he want to play example because that was just . . . Toby frowned. He drifted toward the lunch room, kind of awkwardly peeking his head in and immediately deciding it was stupid to even think that.

Turning quick on his heel Toby stalked down the halls and directly to the outside. Fresh, open space and hey, there was plenty of places to be by your lonesome as to not piss anyone off. The brunette made his way toward one of the large oak trees, taking a seat under it and away from the few groups who’d clustered there. He placed his bag by his side and got out one of his many notepads, a pen, and a bag of probably-very-unhealthy trail mix.

He pulled his knees up to his chest and opened his notebook, happy to absently dribble out ideas into poetry and rhymes and notes. There was a little something in everything, and he’d love so much to sing about it. What a pipe dream. He stuck to choir, where his voice merged and molded with the voices of other students, where he didn’t make any attempt to get a solo piece. Every time his older sister came back for a visit he told her he would, and to be honest he felt a bit bad for managing to consistently lie to her.

He was quite good at that.

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xxxxxxxxxx TOBY ( ♚ ) FAZZARI ❞ xxxxx ` tailor's & assistant !
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx INTO A PLACE WHERE THOUGHTS CAN BLOOM ; INTO A ROOM WHERE IT'S NINE IN THE AFTERNOON ! WE'RE FEELING SO GOOD
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx BACK TO THE STREET , DOWN TO OUR FEET , LOSING THE FEELING OF FEELING UNIQUE. BACK TO THE PLACE WHERE WE USED TO
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx SAY " MAN IT FEELS GOOD TO FEEL THIS WAY ". BACK TO THE STREET , BACK TO THE PLACE , BACK TO THE ROOM WHERE IT ALL
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx BEGAN. THINKING OF THINGS WE SHOULDN'T READ , IT LOOKS LIKE THE END OF HISTORY AS WE KNOW. JUST THE END OF THE WORLD!
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It was drizzling, drizzling, can you imagine!? And on his day off, too. The sky being a grumpy goose was one thing when he was cooped up inside sewing, but he actually got to go out today, and it was drizzling! He could curse the sky! Only not, because he wasn’t particularly extraordinary with that thing called magic. He’d woken up so happy that morning, and this damp weather put a damper on his good mood. He’d tried to get out of the inn early, as he usually did on his days off, but he’d only wondered as far as the bench outside of it. The boy sat there now, fingertips and nose a bright flush of pink, lips trembling and slightly blue, and hands desperately scribbling away in his little black notebook. It wasn’t that he was underdressed – no, he was wearing a fine assortment of clashing patterns and a big floral scarf to top it off! – it was just that he wasn’t moving. Lack of movement made people cold and all. Plus the poor kid was dreadfully skinny. Probably because he never really ate that much – to be honest, he wasn’t ready to move out and maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t really feeding himself properly. But not everyone could cook like a masterful chef, right!? It wasn’t his fault he occasionally forgot to go get supper and then went to bed hungry.

And then forgot breakfast.
And then maybe lunch.

Toby huffed and snapped his notebook shut, feeling a particularly nasty chill come over him. He pulled his yellow-and-brown hound’s-tooth coat closer and stood from the bench, tucking the little black notebook into his pocket. His nose felt like it wasn’t there, numb from the chilly spring weather. When would summer come? Summer was far better than any other time of the year. All the other seasons weren’t nearly as pretty or wonderful, and they should be ashamed of themselves!

Toby painted some sort of smile on his face, though, making his way down the street and mulling over where he could possibly go. There were plenty of places to go; it was picking the best one that was the hard part. He scuffed his shiny green shoe on the dirt, trying to make the best possible decision that would turn his day right around.

After much thought, Toby decided he was stuck between the flower shop and the café. More than often he could be found at the flower shop, probably spending just a little bit too much money on mounds and mounds of flowers for his room. And his hair. And his clothes. But the café – they had warm drinks and sweets and all kinds of things that would probably make his nose and fingertips a lot less red. Then, there was the option of going to both, which seemed like a good option as well. Which one first, though? Now that was truly tricky, that decision there.

When he thought about it though, it would probably be easiest to go to the café first. As much as he love carrying flowers around, it would be difficult to go to the café with several bouquets. Plus the flower shop was close to the inn, so it would be like he was just going there on his way home~!

Cemented with his decision, Toby headed toward the general direction of the café. It was a bit of a walk, but it was a walk he was happy to take. As much as he hated the drizzly weather, it did make everything look so very lush and green and lovely.

It took a little while, but the happy dandy fellow made it eventually, letting the warmth of the café embrace him as he entered with a ‘ding,’ from the bell. It smelled like freshly baked goodies and . . . oh, ew, coffee. He forgot about that. Toby scrunched his nose, approaching the counter and looking at the varying array of sweets like a child might. Why! This just wasn’t fair. What did he choose, what did he CHOOSE!? Pining for a little while, he ended up with a powdered donut and some kind of warm, chocolatey drink concoction. All he really cared for was the fact that it was covered in whipped cream and looked like something he could only think up in his mind.

He swiveled on his heel, sweets in hand, and his bright green eyes caught something they hadn’t before. Alex was here!? Why, he hadn’t noticed Alex was here!

“Alex!” he called from across the café, shimmying on up to his boss and taking an uninvited seat across from him. He plunked his purchases down on the table and flashed the gentleman grin. “So what’s buzzin’, cuzzin’?” he asked, his voice excruciatingly, grindingly cheery. Thin fingers took hold of his donut, breaking off a piece and popping it into his mouth. He leaned forward, eyes inquiring, and most outsiders would swear he was doing this to bug Alex.

He really wasn’t.

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¦¦ Etai host club ¦¦
xxxxx ❬ n a m e ❭ ;; Miharu Endoh.
xxxxx ❬ a g e ❭ ;; seventeen.
xxxxx ❬ g e n d e r ❭ ;; male.
xxxxx ❬ o r i e n t a t i o n ❭ ;; sexual preference.
xxxxx ❬ r o l e ❭ ;; role the character will play [the prince type, the little devil type...].
xxxxx ❬ u s e r n a m e ❭ ;; username.
xxxxx ❬ s a m p l e s ❭ ;; link to samples here please!

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tab tab THE POPPY LITTLE GOSSIP
tab tab tab SAMANTHA EVE ROBINSON
tab tab tab SIXTEEN
tab tab tab SOPHOMORE
tab tab tab FEMALE
tab tab tab HOMOSEXUAL, VERY CLOSETED
tab tab tab M Y - A H SLADKAYA

samantha has always been a chatty little thing. more than often front and center at the gossip fountain, she's full of nasty little secrets and she's not afraid to use them. provided one of those more popular girls wants her to, of course. she's easily manipulated, wanting to be pretty and lovely and on top, and as such makes for a perfect worker bee. if she'd gotten sucked into another social clique she might actually be an okay girl, but she tends to gravitate toward what the general census says is cool, anyways, so no doubt she's a bit of a sheep. of course even samantha's world has it's problems --- particularly the fact that she likes girls. like, really likes girls. she keeps her feelings hidden in fear that she'd be ostracized forever. not to mention her home life; strict parents who expect good grades as for a good future. they'd slap her silly if they found out she was gay.

tab tab THE TALENTED LYRICIST, WANNABE SINGER
tab tab tab OLIVER ELLIOT TURNER
tab tab tab SEVENTEEN
tab tab tab JUNIOR
tab tab tab MALE
tab tab tab JUST A LITTLE GAY
tab tab tab M Y - A H SLADKAYA

"he was a born songwriter; he wakes up with a notebook next to his bed," is what those few friends say about him. oliver's mind is full of thoughts and ideas and all these things he can only express on paper. he wants to sing, though --- ever since he was little he's been interested in music. he's got the voice for it, too, but there's that crippling shyness that's stopping him. he hides behind choir kids and other people's voices and constantly says, "yeah, this time i'll sing," but never really does. he's become a bit of an oddity because of it, sticking close to his few friends, unable to make new ones due to his nervousness. no one can really figure out why he's like this, because he comes from a pleasant enough home. all the same, everyone can see he's entirely socially awkward and just freezes up in big crowds.

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❖ THEN I SEE YOU , WALKIN CROSS THE CAMPUS. CRUEL PROFESSOR STUDYING ROMANCES !
XXXXXX OLIVER ELLIOT TURNER | ❞ XXX ` lyricist & wannabe singer

text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known

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✿ WITH PURE EGYPTIAN COTTON --- THE KIDS DON'T STAND A CHANCE !
XXXXXX SAMANTHA EVE ROBINSON | ❞ XXX ` poppy little gossip

text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known text is good i love it so oh where'd it go it was all i'd ever known

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TOBY ELLIOT WHITE XXXXXX ` the shy one

I'VE GOT A SPIDER IN MY HEAD ; HE CRAWLS INSIDE WHEN I'M IN BED. IF YOU SHOULD LEAVE ME
XXXXXXX SPIDER BELIEVE ME , MY HEART WOULD SLOWLY DIE.


There was always something to be said when Toby was eating. When he was stupidly fumbling through anything,
really, but eating was particular. “I didn’t know you ate,” just like that. Toby looked up from the bran muffin he was
currently stuffing into his mouth, eyes wide and round and cheeks chubby as a hamster’s. The look really didn’t make
him look any older, which was something he’d been going for ever since someone had guessed that he was fifteen just a
few weeks ago. “I eat,” he mumbled around the pastry, his eyes darting back down to the magazine he’d been flipping
through. The woman who’d decided to interrogate him was Aileen, and she went to school with him and worked at the
same record shop he did. Which was where they were, because two of his classes had been canceled for some reason or
another so he was pretty much free. Of course Toby had no social life so it was only logical to go to your place of work.
Aileen had a social life, though, she was actually on the job at the moment.

He leaned back on the ratty old couch in the corner of the shop and Aileen huffed. “Yeah, well, you shouldn’t be
eating in here anyways,” Toby shrugged, quickly stuffing the rest of the muffin into his mouth, “kay,” he managed to
garble out, kind of sort of maybe choking a bit because that was a lot of muffin for one mouth. When he let out a few
strangled coughs Aileen really had the urge to beat him on the back, but she just rolled her eyes and turned on her heel.
“Don’t choke,” it wasn’t that she was mean or bitchy, she was just a little rough around the edges. They weren’t really
close friends, but they had their on and off conversations. This must have been an off one, because Toby just waved,
eyes still desperately focused on the magazine.

Every once in a while his eyes would flit to the window and glance down the street, where a certain candy shop and
café lay. They offered up sweet drinks and sweeter treats, but the food wasn’t what had caught his attention. He was
happy with bran muffins and water and everything dull.

No, it was the people inside.
That one worker inside.

He wasn’t really a love struck little child, though the notes would argue something different. It wasn’t that, though, it
was everything behind it all. Ever since his was little he’d never been able to properly express himself. He blamed his
father, but he blamed that man for so much. On paper, though, things changed entirely. Scribblings of words and going
on and on in ways he wished were song. They weren’t really supposed to come of creepy but they probably really did.

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❖ OH AND THIS BOY WOULD BE HAPPY JUST TO LOVE YOU !
XXXXXX OLIVER ELLIOT TURNER | ❞ XXX ` lyricist & wannabe singer

Oliver had learned, over time, to always keep his eyes on his feet.

He'd learned, over time, that if you didn't keep your eyes on your feet they were subject to make eye contact with other people. Eye contact could mean a lot of things, but for him it was typically an invitation for a swirlie. Or a locker stuffing. Or a beating. Just a week ago he'd been spotted walking from the principle's office with a bloody face, and his nose still hurt. He didn't really want to relive the experience. At least not so soon, anyways. So it was that when the bell rang, he lagged behind his French class peers, taking just a bit too long to stuff his notebook into his bag. When the elderly woman at her desk cleared her throat, Oliver looked up. It wasn't that she was nasty, just old and strict and something or other. She pursed her cherry-red lips and tapped a long, bony finger upon her wrist. Oliver flustered several shades of red and went about roughly getting all of his books into his bag. He stumbled out of the classroom quickly, catching himself upon the door frame as not to go sprawling into the groups of schoolkids sifting through the halls.

One would think being at least somewhat tall would be of good use, but no. Oliver was so incredibly, worryingly skinny that he could be pushed around possibly easier than any short kid. Some of his peers joked about it, but he tended not to really listen. That didn't stop the fact that he was no force to be reckoned with in these busy halls. When he braved the swarm and entered, he immediately felt himself being jostled every which way with the massive herd of pupils. A flash of a moment, and he kind of felt like this was what Mufasa must have felt like when he got trampled. Only, Mufasa was a cartoon and a lion and couldn't really feel.

Oliver somehow managed to squeeze out of the crowd at his locker, fiddling with the lock for a few moments before wrenching it open and exchanging this for that. He was going about it at an odd kind of rushed pace, occasionally glancing over his shoulder. Of course, most people who just got their face beaten in one week previous weren't particularly dandy and carefree. He wasn't just going to pretend like he wasn't scared, either, because damn straight those tormentors scared the pants off of him.

So no doubt when he'd finally left his locker, he walked straight past the cafeteria at an accelerated pace. It may have been a bit chilly, but sitting in the cafeteria was asking for a slow and painful death. So he pulled his brown coat closer and wrapped the floral scarf just a little bit tighter. Oliver wasn't known for having the best of fashion sense, but it was certainly something all his own, whether that was for better or for worse. Bright, brown eyes widened as he made his way out of the school, content to suck up the crisp, fresh Autumn air. Something like a smile graced his lips, and he went to go find a place on the grass. Dead and brown and covered in leaves that looked like deep shades of honey and fire. It made his fingers itch desperately to write some poetic nonsense that would be a song he'd never have the guts to sing.

One step, two step, and he found a nice little spot by a tree. He took a seat and set his bag down by his side, absently rummaging through until he came across his little black notebook and a brown paper bag containing lunch. He didn't really seem to care for the bag, though, cracking open the book instead and retrieving a pen. And he was off! Staring at the bright blue sky only to look back to the pages of his book, rapidly scribbling down everything and anything all by his lonesome. His lunch went untouched, and suddenly his frail figure made a lot of sense.

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(TITLE, for ex. The Saviour)

⇒ ⇒ ⇒ n i c e - t o - m e e t - y o u ( ? )

They call me
✖ (NAME)
Counting the years
✖ (AGE)
Representing
✖ (ETERNIA/JUSTICAR, current home)
All in a day's work
✖ (OCCUPATION, if any)
Catch a glimpse in the mirror
✖ (APPEARANCE, it doesn't have to be long, but remember to include things your character picture doesn't show)

⇒ ⇒ ⇒ d e l v i n g - d e e p e r

Under my skin
✖ (PERSONALITY, just a summary, not an in-depth analysis. At least one paragraph)
Can't get enough of...
✖ (LIKES, in a list using the ✖ symbol)
No. Just no.
✖ (DISLIKES, in a list using the ✖ symbol)

⇒ ⇒ ⇒ t h e - b a c k s t o r y

It's all history
✖ (HISTORY, keep it short and sweet. About one or two paragraphs should do it.)

⇒ ⇒ ⇒ t h e - m a s t e r m i n d

Controlling the puppet
✖ (USERNAME)