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When Kayden and Tripp give you this letter it will have been at least three months since I've died. Your birthday is today and I'm wishing you a happy twenty-fourth birthday. It's been that long. You're turning into an old man on me sweetheart. I'll always been watching you from where ever it is I go, I'll always be with you. And that's what this letter really is about. So with Happy Birthday aside I'll get to the point.

Don't worry about me. Move on, be happy again with someone else. At this point you're probably thinking that I'm crazy and I don't blame you but you need to listen to m Noah. What I say is important. You need to get a move on with your life. I've given you plenty of time to mourn me but knowing you, you probably think it's not enough. Get over it sweetheart. This is your life. It's not mine, it never was. I just shared it with you for awhile. And I loved every moment of it but the past is the past and you need to let go. It's okay to miss me baby but it's not okay to hang on for so long. You need to let me go and be able to let new love into your life.

You're young, so young. Far to young for me to have left you, far to young to be widowed. But the time we had together was wonderful. The best years of my life Noah. You have to believe that is the truth. I loved you more than life. I still do baby doll. Life just got in the way didn't it. I left before I was ready too, I wasn't ready to leave you behind. You need to believe that. I would never have left you if I had a choice in the matter. I would have stayed forever.

That's neither here or no so I'll tell you what I'm going to do alright darling? I'm sending you on a scavenger hunt. Waiting for you out in the world are fifteen letters, written by me. I've given them to various people and they're going to give them to you. You don't know all of the people but fear not my love they know you. I've told them all what to do when you arrive. All I can tell you is to keep your heart open, because some of these people will be the last people in the world you would expect me to trust with a letter of such importance. It'll be a fun adventure though, promise.

Your first stop is Paris France. You need to look for a young man named Benjamin. I knew him when I went for a visit years ago. We kept in touch. Recently he's been evicted so I really have no idea where you can find him but, he promised me he would stay in France and that he would never stray far from the tower. That's all I'm telling you about him but God Noah, he'll blow you away with his guitar playing. It's beautiful. And he has your first letter. Ask him for it. And then promise me you'll take him to lunch at least. He's such a free spirit. I think he'll be good for you.

After Ben there's only fourteen more letters and then? Then you have to remember me on your own. I know it's hard baby. But this story, our story, it was never about me dying. It's always been about you. About living. You were meant to live. Noah, you can’t spend your life waiting to die. You have to live. For me. Do what I couldn’t, be who I couldn’t be. Your life isn’t over yet. Just mine.

lololololololollololololololololobsjajajajajajajajajajauirbaughd All the love in the world,

lololololololollololololololololobsjajajajajajajajajajauirbaughdQuinn

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no one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor

Benjamin met Quinn when he was just thirteen years old. The dearly departed was fifteen at the time but Ben's family had been hosting Quinn and they'd grown close as friends, even keeping in touch over the years once the brunette went back to America. The long story shot? Ben knew more about Noah than Noah knew about him.

When the letter explaining what was happening had arrived in the mail Ben remembered thinking it must have been fate that it came when it did. He was evicted only three days later, just having sent his response back to Quinn. It was hard, he admitted, to have to mail something to someone who you knew you would never see again but Ben understood. He knew that life got in the way. He knew that things happened for a reason and he had faith in this Noah. Quinn spoke highly of him, and from what he said Ben knew that they were going to meet eventually.

He did as promised and hung around the landmark of the country and city, the Eiffel Tower. It served as a good shelter from the rain and the wind and at night time Ben made himself comfortable sleeping underneath it in the comforting shadows of it's legs. He loved the tower and all of the people it attracted. The brunette had always been a people person which made the tower a place of such happiness for him. he could talk to people for hours just learning their stories, learning about them. An American tourist once told him he would be a good bar tender. He just had that ability, he knew how to listen.

When the people weren't in a talking mood Ben played. His guitar was old and missing a string but he always managed to make those around him at least smile with his playing. It was the one thing he could always say he was good at because it was the truth. Ben was a musical person, he knew how to play just so, how to make people feel like his tunes were seeping into their souls. He knew how to make people want to hear more of what he and his guitar (named Henrietta after his best friend) had to say.

It was early in the afternoon when Ben was playing and he first saw Noah walking by. At first a twinge of pity shook through his body. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose the love of your life, to lose your soul mate. And this man, one whole year older than Ben himself, was the one who the wiry haired brunette was supposed to approach and give a letter from Quinn too. The boy with the salmon glasses had explained the plan to Ben in the letter and he'd thought it was marvelous but now he wasn't so sure. Quinn wasn't the one who had to hand the letter over. He wasn't the one who had to see the heart break on his widow's face.

"Oh Quinn my friend I hope you were right" Ben spoke to himself and adjusted his bags on his back. He supposed he should follow after his target but how was he supposed to introduce himself to such a person? Someone who was undoubtedly going to be miserable and depressed.

He would put on his happy face. With a smile and a deep breath for luck Ben walked and he walked fast to catch up too Noah. "I do believe I am who you are looking for Noah Lyramosa. I am Benjamin, a friend of Quinn's" His accent was thick and his smile was strained but he was going to try hard to help this man on his quest. It was the least he could do for Quinn.

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out of the doubt that fills my mind, i somehow find that you and i, collide

When Markene died, the first thing she did was cry. She's only been twenty-three and it had been an accident. A car crash. She'd died and her girlfriend, Allie, had lived. It just wasn't fair. Of course all the crying hadn't lasted very long because only minuets later James was on the scene. He was her guide, her go between. He was who was going to help her make the transition into the life of a ghost.

The first thing he explained to her was that she was dead, and a ghost. He said it had to be explained because some of the dearly departed continued to live in a fantasy where they were still alive and nothing bad had ever happened. Marly was never one of those people but the rules were the rules as James had said and they had to be followed. The second thing Marly learned was that until justice had been brought to her case as a ghost she would be allowed to roam Earth as an invisible, untouchable creature. When her case was brought to justice she would begin training, to become a guide as well. It was all predetermined James said that in the afterlife each ghost had a different profession and what that was had also already been decided. It was never anything that you would hate but it was never something you chose on your own.

there were other things too but they weren't all that important. In Marly's case justice was served quickly because she hadn't been intentionally murdered. As soon as her body was in the ground her training began. The Afterlife was similar to the human world. You had friends and lovers and went to shows but there was a few big differences. You were dead and you didn't have a house and you never changed clothes. For eternity a ghost would wear what they had died in. Marly was perpetually in a sundress the color of fading paper. Beige, with a flower embroidery. And she was good. At guiding.

The blonde threw some hair behind her shoulder and walked, well floated, towards where her new case Lane was. As a guide she could wander the human world, as long as her charge's case was still open. And in Lane's case it could be a long time. She'd been murdered. The killer had to be caught and punished before Lane was able to rest and that could be years.

"You're dead, you know. And I'm your guide, Marly"

ooc|| crappy post I apologize.

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The hospital was a boring place to spend your days. It was a white washed, sterile smelling, eerily silent place. Quinn was glad that Seth was there with him or he didn't know what he would do with all of the time he had. His roommate was his saving grace and Quinn thanked God everyday that they had been put together. They were similar in age, both of them were undoubtedly going to die. They clicked almost instantly but as always there were a few setbacks.

Quinn was what some might call a "God child". He believed in the Lord, in Jesus, and that God had a plan for him. He wasn't bitter about dying and he went to the hospital's church at least once a week to pray in what he called a Holy Setting. Seth on the other hand was a different story. He was the complete opposite almost and that was where he and Quinn clashed. They didn't talk about it a lot but Quinn had the feeling that Seth just didn't understand why he could believe in something he couldn't see. And on top of that if there was a God why would he be doing this to them? That was one of the arguments the other had used before. Quinn always just shrugged and smiled. He couldn't explain faith to someone who didn't want to listen. He just had it. god had always been there for him.

The brunette pulled his IV along with him as he made his way to the elevator from the chapel. It was a quiet Sunday, which was a bit strange. The hospital waiting room was usually packed full of people who were excited for the longest visiting hours of the week. Quinn himself didn't get many visitors, most of his family hated that he was gay and had cut him out of the cookie cutter family portrait. The only person who didn't mind was his sister and she lived three states away. It was just too much for her to visit often. She did occasionally though and it was always a welcome surprise. She made sure her baby brother was being made comfortable and being taken care of. It was just how she had always been.

He stepped out of the elevator and walked slowly to the vending machine. He always picked up a soda for himself and Seth on his way back from church. From there the two spent a lot of time just talking. Debating religion, playing video games, demanding things from the nurses. They spent time trying to be as normal as they could before time ran out and either one or both of them was sent down to the morgue, hospital stay over.

Quinn wasn't scared of death. He was scared that he wasn't going to have enough time to do all the things he wanted to do. Really, as sick as he was he wasn't allowed out of the hospital so he read a lot of books. He was trying to get as s mart as he could before the time came and he couldn't read anymore. He spent time talking on the phone with his sister, trying to show her how much he loved her in such a small frame of time. It was hard sometimes, and the thought of leaving her behind put a pain in his chest that wasn't from his lungs but more from his heart.

Quinn walked into the room he shared with Seth to see the other sitting on his bed. "I brought you back a Coke and me a Fanta. but we can trade if you want. What have you been doing?" His voice was almost like bells and people had always teased him about it. It was almost like he'd barley hit puberty and then just stopped on day. He smiled at the other and walked over, making himself comfortable on Seth's bed while setting down the two bottles of soda with a smile. He liked Seth. They were practically best friends.

Two dying best friends.

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he says the Bible is all that he reads.
and prefers that I not use profanity
your mouth was so dirty
life of the party, and he swears that he’s artsy,
but you could distinguish Miles from Coltrane
our love was comfortable and so broken in.
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no one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor

You can expect him to want the letter right away. Make him wait. Tell him I said so. I want him to focus on you more than the letter. I want him to know that there's more to life than me Quinn's words rang through Ben's head as he remembered what the letter had instructed him to do. But God was it going to be hard. He didn't want to wait. this Noah he looked so defeated. He looked so sad, so desperate to have Quinn's words in his hands. It was hard for Ben to say no. But he had to do it Quinn's way. He'd always known what was best for the people he cared about and Ben hardly thought Quinn would do something to hurt his Noah.

With a sigh Ben shook his head. "Sorry my friend but I'm under strict orders by your Quinn. You're not to have the letter just yet." He could almost sense the frantic pain that set into Noah's face and the words, the pleas that came from his mouth were heartbreaking. But Ben had to put on his hard face. He had to do what Quinn told him to do. "Come now my friend it is not so bad. At least he left you letters. He could have just left you alone. Quinn knows what he's doing. You must trust the man you love for this to work. Now come, let me play you a song" That was always the back up plan. Music. It was very calming to those around him and hopefully it would ease Noah's heart at least just a little.

Without waiting for a response Benjamin took Noah by the hand and started to pull him. "We will go to a place away from the tourists" Was all he said before continuing to walk at his brisk pace. He was going to help Noah heal. That was why he was here. At least, that was what Quinn told him.

They reached a small hill of grass and Ben promptly sat them both down in it before pulling his guitar into his lap. "Calm yourself Noah. Quinn is with you always. He knows this is hard for you but he also knows it is good for you" With that the brunette with the wild hair began to play his guitar. It was a soft and sweet tune that he was sure would calm Noah, help him think straight after being turned down. His mind must have been reeling Ben mused to himself. To be denied the one thing that kept your lover close to you would be a hard thing. Ben was not sure he would have been able to handle it even as well as Noah was. But he didn't dwell on the subject. he would play his song and then he would get to know this Noah, and decide when would be the best time to hand over the letter he so desperately craved.

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Quinn popped the cap off of his soda and shook his head, listening. he and Seth got into this argument all the time. And Quinn always just smiled and shrugged. there was a reason for that though. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't explain why God was the one thing he truly believed in because his reasons weren't the same as most peoples. But here Seth was, asking him over and over again why he, a God-child, was dying at the hands of his own Lord.

"You really want me to tell you I will. But it might not make any sense to you." The brunette looked at Seth with a blank, serious, face. He hadn't told this story to anyone in years. It was a great honor. not that Seth would know that. Quinn got the feeling that any story that had to do with God was just rubbish in Seth's eyes. "When I was thirteen and my sister was fourteen we got in a car accident. A friend's mom was driving us home and a truck hit us because he ran a red light. I was fine but my sister was in bad shape. She was dying, like we are now. But in that hospital waiting room I made God a promise." he stopped for a moment to take a drink and a breath. 'I promised God that if she would get better then I would believe in him. I would dedicate my life to him if he promised to help my sister. Not a day after my prayer she was already getting better. It took a long time for a full recovery but she got better and I started to believe. It might not make sense to you Seth but it was all the proof I needed. He could have taken my sister but He let her stay here with me. I thank him every day for that"

The brunette went silent after that and just smiled at Seth. he knew the other wouldn't understand his reasoning. he would argue that the doctors were the ones he should be thanking and all that but Quinn was dead set in his ways. he believed in God because in his time of need God had come through for him. "Now, about where I walked. To the church and back. you know I'm not really allowed to walk far. it's to hard on my lungs. they don't process oxygen as fast as they should. Just that little walk makes me out of breath." The brunette leaned back on Seth's bed and looked at the other with his big blue eyes. Someone once told him his eyes looked like big pools of water. Of course they were covered by salmon colored glasses so he could see but he liked the color. it had character.

ooc|| ewwww crappy post

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he says the Bible is all that he reads.
and prefers that I not use profanity
your mouth was so dirty
life of the party, and he swears that he’s artsy,
but you could distinguish Miles from Coltrane
our love was comfortable and so broken in.
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no one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor

"Wow Remy, way to suck tonight. It's a good thing no one seemed to notice" A young man, the lead singer of Broadcast Funeral, smacked his bassist on the back and shook his head. They'd just finished a show. One of many on their tour across the United States. They were an up and coming band but with a performance like that they wouldn't be for much longer. It was easy to see why James would be upset.

Remy himself didn't know what had happened. But he knew where it might have come from. "Yeah I know, I'll work on it okay?" The carrot top's words were strained with frustration. Not at the band but, their manager. Remy and Dakota were dating. But past tense was key. The stupid blonde had walked into the producer's office and caught Remy in a hug with one of them. He'd thrown it all out of proportion, saying that Remy had been cheating on him and all kinds on non-sense. When he's broken them up Remy hadn't even cared. He'd been so angry that he'd been falsely accused he'd been fine with it. But now, things were changing.

It had been about a month since the two had split, right at the start of the band's North American tour but since then, things had been really weird. Remy's stage set up would be moved around, his pedals sometimes all together missing. Needless to say it was screwing up his performances and it was making the rest of the band angry with him. How was it his fault? He wasn't the one who oversaw that crap. The person who did though, he had a reason to want to sabotage him. "I'll meet you guys at the bus, I have some stuff to take care of" He waved the rest of his band-mates off and went to look for Dakota.

He found the blonde back stage talking to security. Without warning Remy grabbed him by the arm and started to pull him away. By now he was fuming mad that the little s**t had been ******** around with his stuff, messing up the entire band. he was their manager for God sakes. He was supposed to want them to succeed, wasn't he?

He pulled Dakota into an empty hallway and pushed him against a wall. "What the hell Kota? You're pissed with me, I get it. And even though you really have no reason to be you are. But when did it start being okay to sabotage the band?" The anger was written all over his face but on the inside it felt like a punch in the gut. He'd done nothing to deserve this but Kota had been so caught up in the lies he told himself that he hadn't looked around to see the truth. He was blinded by ignorance.

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•••reflections of a skyline |search thread| dnp

hey gurl heyyy.
this is my search thread and i expect everyone who comes in to check it out to treat it with respect. this is not an ordinary search thread, so i do not expect ordinary roleplayers. i want people with passion people who are capable of playing more than just a feminine man or a ditzy b***h. i want characters with substance and flaws. likes and dislikes. i want them to embody real people, to be someone i can picture in the real world sipping tea with my aunt or hopping fences with my brother. in other words if your character is like a barbie or a ken i will drop you like you burned me.

as for me well, i'm sixteen years old and a junior in high school. most of my time is spent role playing. if i'm not doing that i'm filling out scholarship applications or working in my school theatre where i'm a hired technician. it takes up a lot of my time but i love it. you can call me livia, pan, or turnip. i bet you smarties can guess what i like best. that's all you really need to know about me. the next post will be my guidelines or rules or whatever you want to call them. i don't care that much. thanks for stopping by~

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rules are going to be simple and easy to work with. the most important thing for you to know i guess is that i will not match you. you must be able to match what i post or write more. my posts are always four plus paragraphs of quality. quality is what matters. i don't care if you can write me seven million paragraphs. if they're all about your character's shower and how the water ran off their flesh then i don't care.

i do all kinds of roleplaying, but right now i'm craving first-person or poetry style wrting. third person isn't something i'm interested in because i've only found one partner i'll ever do it with again because let's be honest, she's amazing. i do hetero, yaoi, and yuri. recently i've been in a hetero mood but with a catch. i have a thing for older men, because i'm weird i guess. i can play the dude no problem but after a certain point, well i'm going to want to be the girl too, so deal with it.

that's all~

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currently i'm not looking for a teenage roleplay. i will never do a teenage roleplay again actually. i am much more interested in the realm of adults, ranging in age from 23 to 45. As I said before older men make me happy. Older women aren't such a bad thing either. I do het, yaoi, and yuri. but currently i am only interested in doing yaoi or het. i love the ideas of infidelity, age gaps, song based roleplays, pregnancy, illness, death, RENT, secret lives, religious differences, and lifestyle differences. feel free to offer up your ideas but don't feel bad if i shoot you down.

a few songs i'd like to do a roleplay based off of are

voice on tape - regina spektor
it's cool we can still be friends - bright eyes
lovesick - a fine frenzy
admit it! - say anything
us - regina spektor

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current one on ones

behind closed doors - R0SALiTA
build me the moon - o u t r a g e o u s KOI

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I can&#xu2;019t believe this, I just can&#xu2;019t. I feel bad for pushing past Roger, only saying I&#xu2;019m going out, but I can&#xu2;019t tell him what&#xu2;019s going on, unless I can confirm it as the truth. This is just too much for me, a shitty day taken to the extreme. And I can&#xu2;019t even smoke to get rid of this feeling. If I&#xu2;019m pregnant and smoking, things would just be even worse. Still, my stomach is in knots and I can&#xu2;019t see any way for this to get worse. Unless, of course, the test turns out positive. I don&#xu2;019t know what I&#xu2;019ll do.