Always Running [A Staging Thread]

[Mimi with a J]

by: TragedyBecomesClarity & Mimi with a J (story, coding, concept) Mariana Saravan, Viagra Zombie (Graphics), Collective Group (rules, continued motivation), OwnKindofParadise_92 (Poem)
Inspiration: Thrillers. American Greed, Psychology
Point of View: Various (First and Third Person)
Status:RECONSTRUCTING . Accepting
Links Out:Skeletons

Expectations
Posting: Three relevant paragraphs, at least, as needed to keep a certain pace I guess. Of course you are welcoming to post more if most of the thread is online and no one will be left behind. I will recap. Layouts are nice but they better be relevant too, they should also give insight into your character, nothing just for show. NO GIFS please You can post in first person or third, but STICK TO ONE, NO CODE SWITCHING. The OOC: It is important to me to hear from you guys regularly, if twenty-days passes without a response to a quote or PM from me, for the sake of roleplay I might have to vacate your role, but I don't want to do that.
Profiles: Are pretty simple, PM them to me Titled with Character's Role. Kids focus more on your role and how that makes you feel, or how you feel about relationships in your household. Important note: Once you have completed your profile, if you find you want change something fill free to re-send me and edit profile at anytime during before the roleplay hits page 7 and I am good.
Conduct: It's okay to be an a*****e, as long as it is in character. Your character can be as racist, cruel, bigoted, greedy, homophobic, ageist as you need them to be. Your characters should have flaws, your character can have handicaps. This roleplay is all about grit and s**t isn't clean. Nothing should be perfect, problems arise...hopeful in huge bundles. Don't be afraid to add a knot to our story here and there. As long as everything makes sense and has realistic consequences, I am game. People can be killed, hurt, etc.
Hiatuses When most of the thread is having a major something that would keep them away from posting (finals, midterms, the flu) the thread will go into hiatus, during this time, no posting would be expected. If a single member is going to away for bit of time, it's imperative that the mods are told so that we can find a proper work around.

[Mimi with a J]

Wonder.
Despair.
Adventure...
All of this seeps deep within my mind as I take off for a seemingly endless, trying trial...

Seemingly? No... I Know it's endless... The intertwining wood, the hypocritical stairs of which we are all inclined to walk upon...
I repeat, retry, refiled...
With this, I push onward, and onward, and onward...
Until every living part of me had failed, dried, and crumpled before me... But even then, I gloomily pull forward...
There is no end.
There is no stop.
Nothing but the sound of my heel scrapping hesitantly against the ground...
Blood is shed,
Sweat is cried, as I glance, sorrowfully, toward an on setting journey... A journey I run... A journey I flee...
A journey that is no better expressed as my own M I S E R Y.

However, I continue to trudge on, stuck in a pursuit of the fittest!
Stuck.
Trapped.
Disabled.
What am I to do? No one has told me what to choose...
I can't deny that my faith commits a daily suicide, as my Life flashes before dead eyes...

An endless forest of thy past,
A hidden valley, wide and vast,
A forbidden cave that has no end,
An awaiting future setting a depth of ocean type trend...

Further and Further flies my attention span, yet, no matter the distance, I just can't comprehend...
So, I figure, I am doomed for this bitter end, yet, No one shall ever say I've tried to pretend...

To hide from a World that knows too much...
To stray from an Angel's touch...

Fail to the Heavens, and murder the monarchy,
What has this Earth done for me?!

My foot clashes with the cement, hiding in an Ocean of bad intent,
Living in a path of bottomless descend...
And, with that I shall not survive...

A creature of habit, as they say, shall never ever, rise or gain...
This is not a lie, nor, is it truth...
All this is merely a limiting factor of my ageless youth....

With this, I clench my jaw, and know that everyday...

Leads to my eternal F A L L.

[Mimi with a J]

Nevada expat Amira Heneriques fell in love with Andreas Bohme when after taking a computer science class at the local junior college. There was no way to tell a first if it was a mutual affection, as they were kept apart by her father's insistence that she marry another Brazilian and keep the family 'pure'. Three years later, a wild night celebrating a friend's legal drinking and a soldier’s night of fun reunited them as pair of strangers in lust. Weeks pass and a familiar sickness prompted the young woman to call the number on the old napkin. Amira soon learned that was the Andreas from her past. Andreas soon learned that in addition to Dominic, whom Amira was carrying now, the pair also shared a daughter Henedrix, due to turn three that year. They were together again, but their life was far from storybook. Amira’s father ensured that Andreas could would be unceremoniously ejected from the armed forces, resulting in a financial nightmare that had the couple running themselves ragged. Eventually, an accident caused the pair to lose custody of their small children. In the time it took to get their children back, they planned a robbery of the bank where Amira worked, with the help of some of her husband's friends. The robbery was successful, but in the course of playing 'hostage', Amira suffered an injury that left her with Broca's Aphasia and a miscarriage on her conscience. Amira and Andreas successfully sued the bank for reparations, and took off for a long overdue family vacation in their new customized two story house bus. Just over seven years later, Hendrix is sixteen, while the couple's only living son, Dominic, has made it to thirteen. Whilst in their early coping phase the couple made three more daughters, Wednesday, who is six, Hyper, also six, and Melina, who is five.


Upon arriving in February, the Bohmes needed child care while looking for a home. Enter: Kayley Lola Pachis, a name vaguely familiar from the reunions the Bohmes had never attended. (There were some whispers that the little girl she and high school sweetheart Damien Andre Vicario had looked more like that Ambrosio Moore and she'd left Damien for a woman named MarieLono or something. It's a good thing her personal life isn't public knowledge in this hunter's town, that would a bad for business.) Kayley's business was home-based child care. This is just what the Bohme's young daughters Wednesday, Hyper, and Melina need. Born on the bus, these girls have never played outside on green grass, met kids outside of their own siblings, or even stepped foot into a house until Kayley became their day-care provider. Kayley runs her business with the assistance her own teenage daughter Sophia Vicario, on the payroll of her newest clients, the Bohmes, and her first client ever MarieLono Chu.

MarieLono Chu, nee Acosta. Kayley's love for this woman had been so intense she was willing to leave her husband, Damien Vicario, for MarieLono. What thanks does she get? Marie Lono gets herself drunk and knocked up by a tourist! Marie Lono is lucky, the only condition for Kayley's forgiveness was that Marie Lono give that man at least the option of being a father. The journey to find him brought a pregnant Marie Lono and her former family to Eden and the door of Kurt Chu. Kurt and Marie Lono marry, and within a few months their son, Name is born. Considering Marie Lono knew nothing of parenting infants, Kayley was asked to stay on as a live-in nanny at least until the boy was old enough to talk. This is was the arrangement, and it worked out pretty well, for everyone but Marie Lono and Kurt. They cope with the marriage in their own way. Secretly seeing Kayley just wasn't enough, she turned to other avenues for a thrill. Marie Lono's weekend job inside of Eden Detention Center has provided her with a means to do this, after all no one would be suspect of the secondary school art teacher, right?


The Bohmes have been living in their brick and mortar home for four months now. It took them a while to find the perfect house and adapt it to special needs of Amira and their children. However they are no longer the newest family in the neighborhood, since the Mason family moved in across the street from them three weeks ago. The look like nice enough people, it's clear the patriarch is on his second try at marriage as this wife looks too young to have birthed the teen in their residence. The young man refers to Mister Mason as dad, but looks nothing like him, maybe he's adopted? The current Missus Mason is expecting, and there is another man in the household, they're close but it doesn't seem romantic in nature. Like every other family living on this block, there is more to this family that meets the eye.

Ambrosio Moore, now an FBI Special Agent, was assigned to investigate the bank robbery, but didn't have much to go on -- until he isolated audio of the robbers inside the vault and found that one of the employee that had been handicapped during the robbery Amira Heneriques, sounded anything but helpless. A little more digging turned up information on the family she'd made for herself. Now with a lead, Special Agent Ambrosio Moore came up with a plan and assembled his team: Special Agent Dillan Misra, a veteran of foreign films, acts as his expectant wife, aiming to bond with Amira over their mutual motherhood. Special Agent James Jalen with his youthful good looks is the 'adopted teenage son'; teenagers are bound to let information slip if a peer is doing the asking. Finally, Special Agent Damien Vicario, as the single brother-in-law here to help the expecting couple, is tasked with getting Andreas to open up.

Will the Unit succeed, or will their humanity be the downfall of their mission? What of fractured families who have called this quiet block in this tiny town their home for so long? How long can the Chu’s facade last now that the FBI is in town albeit secretly? Will Marie Lono's "enterprising" go unnoticed? Will Kurt ever discover a better method of coping or Kayley's true purpose in his wife's world? Will Kayley's past come back to destroy her business? Will Kayley's assistance to criminals, however unknown, destroy her? And of course, what of our infamous Bohme clan? Is there a thing as the perfect crime?

First Named, colored,=TAKEN/PROFILE IN PROGRESS Underlined, Not First Named= Open

[Mimi with a J]

Because this RP isn't for everyone

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►нuяяy нσмє◄-Three couples lead entirely different lives. The first couple has been dating for years, but is separated by miles and miles, sometimes oceans. They've managed to stick it out, but how has it changed their relationship? The second couple is recently engaged. She’s been planning the wedding of her dreams while he’s been away, but is that all she’s been doing? The final couple has been married for a few years now, they have had their issues, but have always managed to keep it together. Has time changed that? The one unifying mark that hold all of these people together is the military. No matter what branch the soldiers have chosen, they have all been away from their significant others for a long period of time. Our story starts on the day they return home after completing their current required enlistment time..real images, please. : 3 uikkutto tsuairaitto
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[Mimi with a J]

This will be where the situational blurb part should go. In terms of length I see it as being as long as needed to say what the user feels in needed. A wild guess for a minimum on this would be a couple of paragraphs or perhaps maybe one big one, as I am writing here I am not really sure. It depends on the writer/roleplayer/character. So I would not impose as size minimum.

Sentence containing your Birthday (Month and Day), Age Written Out, and a comment on such things.[A sentence or two explaining or perhaps just expressing how or if you identify sexually, as well as your role in your household i.e. who you are to those people (mom, second youngest boy, husband, lover), and obviously which household you belong to.Since most peoples fears are connected to those the feel closest to, I think here would also be a good place to expand on that aspect of your character. Not that it needs to be anything profound, it could just be an allergy or something. If it is something could potentially knot up the plot you can choose to let it be known or not. I love surprises.Misc. Information, how do I handle that. Some artsy sentence like my story is told in your three posting colors tricolor POV choice CinemaScope? I don't know yall will think of good in character statement for this. Also I just realized that previously I didn't include any space physiological things like height, scars and tattoos...don't waste too much room on scars if they're never going to be seen. In character statement rule applies. Oh and by the way, just put your username in the with the other stuff that breaks character.Basically just add that in with the 250 by 250 Square along with character role, name, and model name.THIS ROLE IS TAKEN BY nechoco kitty

You don't have to say that out loud, I know all this is my fault. I think only idiot could deny that, retarded though I might be, I am not an idiot. If I wasn't so well educated I am fairly certain we wouldn't have gotten this far, my family and I. My family, it started when I met my husband, because I swear to God those people never loved me. They blamed for things that happened before I was born. I didn't make my mother sick, I didn't tell her to die, I even didn't ask to be born. Neither did Dylan, or any of children, so I can't punish them for my mistakes. I am not my father, he's dead to me, been that way for ten years. I needed him when I was younger, I needed him when my kids small, but when I needed him most he would show just how much he loved me. Bobbi was three and change and Dominic was walking early for his age, his motivations I will never know. I was on my way to work and Adrian was on his way home, like usual. I still don't know how but Dylan climbed to the top of our bookshelf after something, I was finishing dinner and took my eye of Domo for like three minutes. I heard glass breaking, Dyl screaming, and tires stretching all at once...and my father refused to take custody of my children. They called us unfit after that, and I was done. Working my a** off to care for the funds of people who don't need what they had. People who work as hard as we do, we needed it, because this working for assholes wasn't for us.

I was cursed into a world like this on March 16th, thirty-two years ago, but I have only had a family for about seventeen years. It started with my husband, he is my heart in a person, the only man I've ever been with. He used to be the only one on Earth that loved me, but then he blessed me with the gift of motherhood, five...well, six times. I have lost my children several times now, I couldn't bare it again. People can say what they want about how I have raised my family, I am a good parent and we are good people. I would sooner die before I let them give my children to strangers again. My life has been a heavy quilt of teal, sienna, and fire bricks. It has been a long difficult journey, but to teach from it I have to go through it first.

My life has been controlled by one self-centered decision after another, and unfortunately they're hardly ever my own. I don't have time to focus on my wants, my needs. I mean, I've got four kids to raise, and while my parents are busy putting themselves before everything else, it's my job to make sacrifices and take some responsibility around here. My mother lied and sacrificed her relationship with her father to be with my father. Can't say I blame her too much for that; I'd want to sever ties with that racist supremest, too. But once they had a child, things should have changed. It becomes about the kid, about giving your offspring a better life. Not with me. But I was the first - parents always mess up on the first, right? So come the next child, and it was still about their lust and passion for each other. You'd think losing us would do something for them, but no. Those years spent in foster care were kind to my brother and I. Then, our parents came back into our lives. I'm not sure why they wanted us back, but they did. I'm still left wondering if they really love us, or if they just love the idea of having us. Of having kids.

August 24th, 1995 was my official beginning, although my story began long before that, with my parents. I was born a few months early due to my mothers' developing pre-eclampsia. Sure, there were a couple health problems of my own that came from it, but I'm not really complaining because I'm fine. And, I share a birthday with an author I love, despite having become pretty mainstream, so that's kind of awesome. Anyway, my parents mean well, I'm sure. But they can't look past their infatuation with one another long enough to think clearly. I can't really tell if it's thanks to their physically-driven lust, or if it's just how I am, but I'm not looking for a relationship based on some sort of genetic jackpot. I can recognise a person being attractive, but I've never looked at someone and considered sleeping with them right then and there thanks to their face. Relationships are based on communication, understanding, and mental compatibility. If I ever find myself in one, it's going to be with someone I can trust completely, someone with whom I share a deep, emotional bond. And they sure as Hell better be responsible.

I think maybe I'm just angry, but I have to admit, I love my parents. I don't agree with their choices most of the time, but I know they're trying to do what they think is right. I'm not sure if they know what's right, but I have to credit them for trying. Besides, my dad managed to hold things down since Mom's diagnosis. As the triplets' due date approached, he always kept us near a hospital or a midwife at the very least. Thanks to her condition, Mom has a lot of trouble talking. Maybe that's why she bases her life on physical being. I know she feels like trying to talk is pointless sometimes, and anyone outside of the family isn't kind on patience when trying to hold a conversation with her. So of course I take it upon myself to give her that. Be patient and understanding. Reassure her, and keep everyone's spirits up. Sometimes, I feel like I'm raising my parents. But if that's what it takes for this family to be successful and happy and strong, then that's what I'll do.

My selfish thing is art. I do it for myself. Through it I' search for my individuality, and it's given me the patience to deal with everything. With maroon I sketch my thoughts, and breathe crimson through my words. My world is coated in chocolate because sometimes that's the only way I can swallow tragedy. While I don't really have the time to focus on me, I'm still left to wonder, trying to discover, who am I?

One day, I woke up, only to be plucked from everything I knew and had grown to love, to be given to these people who claimed to be my “real” parents. Yeah, maybe they were technically connected by DNA, but, as far as I was concerned they were complete strangers. That fateful day was the last time I ever cried, the separation from my foster parents, especially the woman I knew as mum, being the greatest emotional pain I have ever experienced. What can I say, I had only been six and didn’t completely understand the situation. All I knew was these ‘aliens’ had abducted me and my sister from our home and the only parents I had ever known. It didn’t matter how much they doted on me, their love only lodged a deep seeded bitterness in my heart. If they really cared for me so much, why had they given me up in the first place? I didn’t trust them and I certainly didn’t trust their affection. As I grew older and could understand everything better, my anger towards them only grew. The fact that they had more children didn’t help in the least. Although I can’t hold my younger sisters at fault, they are innocent by products, I could be, and totally was, bitter about what they represented. The only constant in my life is my sister Dylan, and besides my foster parents, she is the only person I really love... Okay, perhaps despite myself, I love my little sisters a bit too. Not that it ever shows!

I graced the world with my presence on May 9th and so far I have managed to survive for thirteen years. I am often told my anger and negativity squanders my natural gifts, but I have no intention of making my parents’ life easy. The only reason I help out around the house to help Dylan. Seeing the amount of work she does, only deepens my belief that my parents are incompetent and adds substance to my vendetta against them. I could be the responsible older brother, but instead I choose to be the boy with a hefty grudge. I am a natural rebel after all... I love music, dancing, dogs, popcorn and playing with fire. I hate (aside from the rents) hairy spiders, seafood, swimming and bullies. Thankfully, I have a convenient allergy to shellfish. Anger paints my world #00b89e, black and slategrey. Technically, I am the oldest and sole son of the Bohmes, but this family was forced upon me and I work much better as an isolated unit.

Me and mommy and daddy and my two sisters and brothers used to live on a bus. It sounds like a lot of people for just one bus, but it was home and I liked it that way, even if we were moving around a lot. Everything was perfect. I played with my sisters Zo-Zo and Millie all the time. I never wanted anything to change. But.. they did. Mommy and Daddy got a house, and we don't go in the bus anymore. We still do the same stuff we used to, but there's just.. too much room. Millie likes it, but I don't. Sometimes I hide in the closet with the lights off, and I close my eyes and remember all the fun times we had in and the bus and try to pretend I'm still there, but, it's not the same. People live in the houses next door to us, and sometimes they say hi, but I don't talk to them because Mommy told me strangers are dangerous and never to talk to them or do what they say.

Mommy and Daddy said that things were going to change now that we got a house, and that I was going to school. They said I can learn a lot of stuff there and that there would be kids my age and that I could make friends. But I don't want to make friends, because I already have Millie and Zo-Zo and Mommy and Daddy and my brothers. I don't want to go to school, I don't want to live in this house, and I don't want things to keep changing! I'm scared..

My name is Wednesday, but everyone calls me Day, mostly because Mommy has a hard time saying Wednesday, but I understand, it took me a long time to learn how to write it too. My birthday is January 14th, and I'm six years old. My favorite color is blue, and my least favorite color is red. But it's okay during Christmas time. I like animals, but I don't have a pet because Daddy says pets go potty on the floor, and the bus would get stinky. But I would rather live in the bus again without a pet than a house. My sisters pick on me sometimes for being a scaredy cat, but I can't help it! There's a lot of scary stuff in the world, and I try to warn them when I have a bad feeling about something, but they never listen. That's why I always have my teddy with me. He keeps me safe and makes bad dreams go away when I can't sleep. He looks like a regular teddy bear, but I know he's alive. He's just shy and he doesn't want anyone to know but me, because he's my best friend and I tell him everything and he always listens, even if he doesn't say anything. My thoughts are in steel blue and when I talk it's in cornflower blue.

Living on a bus has been hard. There's no space to run around, and sometimes I felt like I was going to explode inside from not being able to go anywhere. Sitting still is hard for me. I don't like it. It made me feel better to bite my fingernails even though Mommy and Daddy always say "don't bite your nails!" but now I won't have to anymore because we're going to live in a real house. But maybe I still will. I don't know and I don't care because I will be too busy having adventures to think about something as silly as that and anyways biting my fingernails is not even a bad thing. I know the difference between good and bad. If I bit someone else it would be bad, but biting my own self is not bad. No one should do bad things otherwise they will get in trouble. It's okay to tattle if someone is doing something really bad and that's not being a tattletale, that's being good.

I am Zoey Kay Brohme, and I am stuck in the middle between Wednesday and Milly, which is just where I like to be! Lots of people call me lots of different things like Zo, Zo-zo, and Zee. I was born on December 29th and I am six years old. My favorite things to do are running around and playing pretend. Even when no one wants to play with me, I can use my imagination by myself and that is just as good. I love my sisters, Mommy, and Daddy but I think that my big brother is the coolest one in the whole family, no, the whole world, and I want to be just like him. Oh, and my favorite colors are parrot blue, outrageous orange, and light cadmium yellow.

If I had to pick some words to describe me, I would say that I'm happy and hyper! I don't get mad or sad a lot, though I do get frustrated when I have to be still for a long time. Learning things is hard for me, and I'm not very good at reading and writing. I hope I can go to school and learn how to be better and make lots of friends.

Okay..I really don't know what is going on between mommy and daddy but...I..I know things are going to be different. So I ...decide that I am going to show them I am more...grown up than they think. I know I am ...not Dylan but...I am not not going to let that stop me. No it not! I know what I'm do...ing and they are..just gonna accept it. That final! Any way, I know mommy isn't well and I may not tell her this, but she is the best mommy anyone could have and...and if I see anyone say diffwent , they will have to face me! That won't be good, I..I can't tell you that. Hmph!

Anyway, my family might think I don't know what's goin on but...I know something.... is up, I watch them evwey day , and...and they don't know it. Ha! I'm smartur than they think! Though, as...I watch them, I sometimes fear something bad..might happwen. I'll figure it out though and fix it!

I don't let anyone see me when I'm scared because....I'm a tough cookie! My mommy told me so. She tell me everythwing is goin to be all wight, and that...is how I know we goin to be awright. I keep my eyes open, all the time. I need to act grown up for them....so they don't have to worry bout me. I ..I can take care of Dominc, Kasey and...and Ella. All by myself! I'm a big girl now! Ah! I ...just dropped my cup and my juice juice is coming out...I can cwean it up.

I was born on...on October thirteenth , Halloween! I was...a indain princess with braids last year at my birfday party! Anyway, I'm five years old and ....ready to rumble like a bumble! Watch out world becwause Mil Mil is in town!

[Mimi with a J]

The Upstairs

1. Henedrix's Room-This started out as a storage room under the original owners. It is small, but just the right size for a selfless girl like Drix. She's a bit innovative when it comes to saving space, and doesn't care to keep too many possessions, anyway. Her art supplies are kept in the top drawer so she can transform the walls and ceiling around her into her restless thoughts on sleepless nights. On her soft bed, she arranges her plethora of fluffy pillows and blankets - none of which match - into a little nest around her, keeping her secure and safe. Her bed may just be her favourite place in the world.

2. The Master Suite- Amira kept the a few of the worn duvets they slept under in their moving home, what's there during most the day is decorative. Perhaps it speaks to that simplicity of the couple that they exist happily in what is basically a neat streamline version of a locker room shower. It wasn't always like this the openness was the best thing for Amira and the conventional tub/shower combination seem to engulf the room.

3. The Triplet's Room-Wednesday, Zoey, and Milena share this largest bed in the house, Zoey has the top bunk, Wednesday's bed has blue and white sheets, Milena's has pink and purple, these are the same covers they had on the bus.

The Downstairs

4. Dominic's Room-This would be me taking a second to figure out if s**t would look like you know. As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can me one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

5. The Downstairs Bathroom-This would be me taking a second to figure out if s**t would look like you know. As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can me one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

6. Kitchen-This would be me taking a second to figure out if s**t would look like you know. As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can me one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

7. Living room-This would be me taking a second to figure out if s**t would look like you know. As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can me one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

[Mimi with a J]

My life has been far from simple and easy, I can tell you that much. And I promise you, I'm not the average little childcare worker I look like. Nothing's ever what it seems and I am living proof of that. I have a beautiful daughter, Sophia, who I feel I'm losing ever since I told her that the man she calls her 'father', isn't her dad at all. That's right, Damien isn't her father, and I feel terrible for keeping it from her for so goddamn long, but how do you know when the time is right to tell your daughter that her real father was the result of a one night stand, when coming to terms with my sexuality, whilst married to her surrogate 'father'? There are just some things that cannot come out easily, and I guess that is one of them. Yes, whilst married to Damien, I came to the realisation that I was bisexual and I had strong feelings for another woman, Anna. I left Damien for her, and we had a bit of a relationship, but she called it quits and was married to another man. I still see her, yes, but it breaks my heart. I'm so sick of never getting what I want - I miss Damien tremendous amounts, but I have made so many mistakes and ******** up so much in my life, sometimes I just want to start all over again.


My birthday is August 31st, and i'll be thirty-four soon enough - yes that does mean I was a teen mom, I am aware of this. It's just me and Sophia at home, running our in-house daycare centre for the local children and clients we have. I would honestly go insane without her, and I wouldn't be able to cope - she is an angel and all I want is to repair our relationship. I am bisexual, meaning i'm open to both male and female and i'm single and heartbroken at the moment - I can't keep waiting around for Anna, she either wants me or she doesn't and she will lose me. Truth be told, I'm a sucker for love and lust and all things associated with that, and I fall too hard and too fast. But I need to be grounded now, I have a teenage daughter who needs me and a business to run. I would love to reconnect with Damien again, just to even have him back in my life, whilst Anna sorts her s**t out - I can't stand to watch her with someone else. This chaotic story is represented in first person, and uses medium orchid, dodger blue and indian red.

I've been living in a lie my entire life. The man that I've been calling dad for the last sixteen years...turns out he's not my real dad. I'm really angry that my mom kept this a secret from me for so long. Sure, I'm someone who is easily manipulated because I guess you could say my head always seems to be in the clouds. Do I wish I had met my real father, yes I do, but the man that has been my dad for the last sixteen years, deserves some respect. I love my family, but this drama may in fact drive me insane.

I was born into this unusual world on February Fourteenth, 1995. Yes, I was born on Valentine's Day and yes that also means that I am only sixteen years old. I don't really mind being born on such a romantic holiday, well that was until I got to highschool and all the popular kids decided to make-out in front of my locker. I'm not the most popular girl in school, but I'm not unpopular. I don't belong to a specific clique because I hang out with people from pretty much every clique. I only like boys which means that I am heterosexual. I am the only daughter of Kayley Pachis and Damien Vicario and even though I now know that he's not really my dad, I still want to acknowledge all of the things he's done for me. My mom left my "dad" for Anna, which I found odd, but I've learned to accept it. Then they split, so now I'm unsure of why my mom is still helping her, but I'm not going to judge.

I live with my mother and I help her run the daycare that the neighborhood kids attend. I really don't mind it because little kids are freaking adorable. I do fear that my real dad won't want anything to do with me and that I'll be stuck in this town for my entire life. I want to get discovered and sing my heart out. I want to show the world that Sophia Vicario is more than just a dreamer. My crazy story is told in first person and in different shades of #9900fb, #33A1C9, and #ff0050.

[Mimi with a J]

The Second Story

1. Sophia's Room-As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can be one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

2. Master Bathroom-As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can be one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

3. Kayley's Room-As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can be one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

The First Story

4. The Livingroom/Cubbies-As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can be one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

5. The Kitchen-As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can be one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

6. Kayley's Office/In Take-As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can be one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

Misc.

1. Multipurpose Basement-As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can be one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

2. The Backyard-As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can be one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

[Mimi with a J]

Mr. Chu...dear god do I hate that name. Do I look like a 'Mr. Chu' to you? No, but the god damned cheat made me do it. I'm not from America if you haven't noticed by now and I am not from Asia. God, far from it. Let me explain how exactly that happened and, since I like you, other dirty little secrets. Thirty-Nine years ago, Born in Dessau, Germany on October 13, I originally had the name Kurt Heitzmann. I moved to Berlin at an early age and remained there for most of my life. As I grew up I became very interested in combat sports and even joined Mixed Martial Arts. I was a pretty damn good fighter as well. A man standing at six feet and weighing two hundred pounds would just make a man quake where he stood. I would have kept champion status too, if the match wouldn't have been rigged by some fake referees and the blasted judges. I made a bet, a bet I thought I would easily win.The fight lasted every single round until it was up to the judges. A ******** unanimous decision for my opponent. I'd lost my title and my career. Worst of all though, was my name. Mr. Chu my a**. "Kurt Chu"? Sounding like someone was sneezing every time they called you would be the absolute worst. They told me "I had to live with it in shame". I swore I'd get them. And I did. During my last years in Germany I decided to get my money back and make the bastards pay. It didn't work out exactly as planned but, I did get my money. It only took two corpses to fall and I had gotten my pay back...then I realized I had just gone from famous and oh, so handsome athlete to a low criminal. I knew I had to leave and there was one place I knew I could go freely.

The land of the free and the home of the brave. That's right, America.

Skip some time later and I had got a bit drunk in a bar. Alright, more than a little drunk. I'll admit, smoking and drinking are bad habits of mine. Besides, I was so much more sociable with the alcohol in my system. I had even spotted a beautiful lady...that I ended up getting her pregnant. Whoops. A one night stand with unintended consequences, really. She found me some time later though and that was how our little family started. Cute, right? Adorable. Our marriage started off well but more and more I am starting to notice a rift forming between us. Kayley, our sweet nanny, has been taking care of little Roman and it's been fairly nice. I just don't understand while Anna has been avoiding me. It's not the same anymore. I need to figure out what exactly is going on. If Anna won't be with me I think I might start finding other ways to entertain myself. No one knows who I am here, I'm hoping at least, so going around town should be easy. Am I repeating my past? I think I have all the control I could ever have over my own life. Who says a man can't have a little fun? They say colors can show personalty well. I think that's a damn lie. How about you stop looking at the dull colors #60524f, #6c9076, #4a2d1d and really get to know me?

This will be where the situational blurb part should go. In terms of length I see it as being as long as needed to say what the user feels in needed. A wild guess for a minimum on this would be a couple of paragraphs or perhaps maybe one big one, as I am writing here I am not really sure. It depends on the writer/roleplayer/character. So I would not impose as size minimum.

Sentence containing your Birthday (Month and Day), Age Written Out, and a comment on such things.[A sentence or two explaining or perhaps just expressing how or if you identify sexually, as well as your role in your household i.e. who you are to those people (mom, second youngest boy, husband, lover), and obviously which household you belong to.Since most peoples fears are connected to those the feel closest to, I think here would also be a good place to expand on that aspect of your character. Not that it needs to be anything profound, it could just be an allergy or something. If it is something could potentially knot up the plot you can choose to let it be known or not. I love surprises.Misc. Information, how do I handle that. Some artsy sentence like my story is told in your three posting colors tricolor POV choice CinemaScope? I don't know yall will think of good in character statement for this. Also I just realized that previously I didn't include any space physiological things like height, scars and tattoos...don't waste too much room on scars if they're never going to be seen. In character statement rule applies. Oh and by the way, just put your username in the with the other stuff that breaks character.Basically just add that in with the 250 by 250 Square along with character role, name, and model name.Taken by nechoco kitty.

This will be where the situational blurb part should go. In terms of length I see it as being as long as needed to say what the user feels in needed. A wild guess for a minimum on this would be a couple of paragraphs or perhaps maybe one big one, as I am writing here I am not really sure. It depends on the writer/roleplayer/character. So I would not impose as size minimum.

Sentence containing your Birthday (Month and Day), Age Written Out, and a comment on such things.[A sentence or two explaining or perhaps just expressing how or if you identify sexually, as well as your role in your household i.e. who you are to those people (mom, second youngest boy, husband, lover), and obviously which household you belong to.Since most peoples fears are connected to those the feel closest to, I think here would also be a good place to expand on that aspect of your character. Not that it needs to be anything profound, it could just be an allergy or something. If it is something could potentially knot up the plot you can choose to let it be known or not. I love surprises.Misc. Information, how do I handle that. Some artsy sentence like my story is told in your three posting colors tricolor POV choice CinemaScope? I don't know yall will think of good in character statement for this. Also I just realized that previously I didn't include any space physiological things like height, scars and tattoos...don't waste too much room on scars if they're never going to be seen. In character statement rule applies. Oh and by the way, just put your username in the with the other stuff that breaks character.Basically just add that in with the 250 by 250 Square along with character role, name, and model name.Taken by Mimi with a J

[Mimi with a J]

The Upstairs

1. Mr Chu's Office-This would be me taking a second to figure out if s**t would look like you know. As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can me one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

2. The Master Suite-This would be me taking a second to figure out if s**t would look like you know. As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can me one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

3. Anna's Office-This would be me taking a second to figure out if s**t would look like you know. As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can me one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

The Downstairs

4. Roman's Room-See Above.

5. Living room-This would be me taking a second to figure out if s**t would look like you know. As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can me one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.


6. Kitchen-This would be me taking a second to figure out if s**t would look like you know. As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can me one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

7. The Downstairs Bathroom-This would be me taking a second to figure out if s**t would look like you know. As I figure it, I would put a description of each y'know? That way, it can me one of those things personalization of otherwise impersonal things, y'know? Satisfy the masses, satisfy the masses.

8. Family Gym-See Above

[Mimi with a J]

Who knew you could go so quickly from being front of the line in taking down active gunmen to hiding out in a small house with four other people pretending to be an expectant father. I was the top agent for the FBI before the accident, before that bullet hit me in the chest and punctured a lung. I nearly died, sure, but at least it was for a good cause. That was nearly six months ago now, and they've still got me doing the soft stuff, telling me I have to 'follow doctor's orders' and 'wait for the wound to fully heal' before I can even think about going back to my original position. At this point, I wonder if I'll ever get it back. But for now, they have me doing surveillance work undercover, pretending Dillan is the wife I never had, and Josiah the son I never expected. Funny how those things work out.

I was born on February 27th thirty three years ago, in the city of Macon, Georgia, a little while outside of Atlanta. Yeah, Macon, where one in every twelve people have the chance of being the victim of a crime. It was a rough place to start with, and growing up around the poverty I saw, there was little opportunity for young kids like me to get out of there. Crime was everywhere, police tended to turn a blind eye to most of it, and for a good portion of my adolescence, I spent my time wondering what I could do to change things. When one of my close friends was killed in a gang related shooting, I started getting a little more involved than my parents would have liked. It just so happened that around the same time, my father was offered a job in Nevada. I was seventeen, brooding, angry at the world, and ripped out of my hometown and thrust into this new environment that I wanted nothing to do with.

I hated most everything about Nevada. I skipped school for most of my first month or so before my dad caught me smoking with a few other guys and dragged my a** back to school. The only good thing to come out of Nevada was a short lived fling with a girl named Kayley. I only slept with her once, a month or two before I left to attend the police academy, but I haven't heard from her since. After that? I did well enough in my training that I was able to start working for the government, and well, here I am. These days, things are complicated shades of #A8A39D, #8D7966, and #D8C8B8.









Well, here I am in good ole Texas, a technically single woman living with three men, pretending one is my husband, one is my adopted son, and another is my brother. Not bad, right? Well, it's not bad. But not ideal. Undercover, pretending to be pregnant and bust some assholes who robbed a bank? Kind of typical of my life, really, doing undercover work like this. That's my job, undercover agent of the FBI, aided by my history of child acting in foreign films. So while this is all nice and cozy and homey, and ideal of any other wanna be mother, it's just all work for me. Work work work, that's what I do.

I was born in a lovely small town in Italy exactly twenty nine years ago on November Fourth, but my parents were both Americans who'd moved their after their wedding and settled down for a quiet life in a place away from their own troubled families. I didn't have to deal with any of their family drama, as thousands of miles of distance kept it all pretty far away from us. As a child, I ended up in films after being "discovered" in community theater. It was all well and dandy, but I wanted to be an actual good guy, not a pretend one. So after turning eighteen, I moved back to America and joined the FBI Academy, to become the undercover agent that I am now. Currently, my assignment is to bust some bank robbers, and in doing that I have to play wife and mother. My partners aren't so bad. My loving husband "Mr. Mason" is pretty decent, and so is my "adopted son," as well as my "brother in law." They're all pretty tolerable to live with and pretty into doing their job, so it's not all a bad situation for me. My only fear is failing -- I'm supposed to be about 20 weeks pregnant. But unless this bust is quick, my cover will fail. You can only be pregnant for so long until you actually have to birth a baby, you know? So I have only a few options -- bust quick, which may not be possible, or fake a miscarriage, which would both be in bad taste and just horrible in general.

My life is a hectic tangle of Davy's Gray with a bit of Skobeloff and Tiffany Blue thrown in to spice things up.










Honestly I was surprised when I was assigned to this case. The last undercover case I was on - which was, coincidentally, my first - I blew it by sleeping with the daughter of the guy we were watching. The bureau managed to prevent a few deaths but the majority of the case had to be thrown out. I only barely managed to keep my job and only then because I agreed to man a desk for a few eons. That was two years ago and I'm hoping to maybe salvage my career a bit with this case, all of my fingers are crossed.

I was born on September Fifth, which makes me twenty-six but I've yet to actually feel any of those years. I'm not married - I honestly don't believe in it - and so far as I'm concerned I don't care what's between your legs. So long as you're good looking I'll probably try and get into your bed, given half a chance. I'm living in what the neighbourhood thinks is the Mason household, the adopted son of Mr. and Mrs. Mason. I don't really know all that much about the others on the team but from what I've heard they're at least able to do their jobs. Which is probably more than what they'll say about me.

I'm terrified of spiders, which is something I do my best to keep my coworkers from finding out. It's bad enough my close friends know, I don't need to start finding tarantulas crawling around my work space, too. It's a completely irrational fear so far as I know. I've been afraid of them for as long as I can remember, I didn't have some spider related trauma that caused it. Trust me when I say I wish I knew the cause because then I'd do my damndest to get rid of this fear. Nothing ruins the mood more when you're trying to lay down your best moves only to jump backwards screaming because a spider's on the wall by the bed.

I'm also completely addicted to gambling. It doesn't help that as a kid I mastered slight of hand. What was originally a party trick to amaze my friends turned into a way for me to stack a deck, change my bet in the middle of a hand, just cheat in general to tip the odds more into my favour. This is another thing I've tried to keep from my coworkers but with much less success. It doesn't take much to get me to do stupid s**t and many people realized that quite quickly, I think.

I talk in a deep rich purple, my actions stay in the black, but my thoughts turn a light purple.

Of all the people that they had to pick in the Bureau... There were a thousand other Special Agents that the case officer could have picked that were just as qualified as I was for this case. No. They had to pick me. I had to get pulled out of my Special Weapons and Tactics squad and get placed in a UC job. Moore needed the help though. The guy was like an older brother to me. How do you say no to someone like that? I wish I had known how to then. Now I have to see the one of the biggest skeletons in my closet... Kaylee Pachis... To think I used to look at her and think about how much I loved her. Now I don't know what to think. Part of me sees here as that two-timing carpet muncher and another part of me still sees her as I did when we were in high school together. Worst of all, I have to see Sophia. The little girl who I tried to raise as my own... only to find out that not even a hint of my blood was even in her veins. Maybe I should have stayed in the Army. None of that really matters right now. I need to stay focused on the mission. Get the info from Bohme, Help Moore with the case, get back on the fast track to being a part of HRT.

I was born on November the 5th. Thirty-six years ago. Things were a lot easier back in Nevada. Back when Kaylee and I were just high school sweet hearts. Now I'm assigned to helping out Special Agent Moore with this bank robbery case. What's my cover again? Mr. Johnathan Dev. What kind of name is that? I'm supposed to be acting like the brother-in-law to Special Agent Misra, or "Mrs. Mason" Then there's Special Agent Jalen, I typically just call him "Junior". He's a little green for my liking- his past is pretty shady too. So long as he keeps it in the past I think we'll get along just fine. I thought everything would be fine with this Operation. Simple stake-out here a little information gathering there. Then I learned that my old high school sweetheart was involved. Not only her, but her damn girlfriend who she left me for was there as well. And just to put the cherry on top of this s**t sundae, so is the girl that I thought for the longest time to be my daughter, Sophia. How am I suppose to handle this kind of bombshell? Life had to go and drop a damn Fat Man on this one. I don't know what to think about her. I know it's not her fault that she was born and that she doesn't have any of my blood running through her veins, but I burn up every time I see the little girl. It looks like I picked the wrong time to stop drinking. Before all this, I was a grunt in the Army, signing up right out of High School. I served in South America for two years of it- I explained to my Commander that I needed something to do and keep my mind off of the divorce. I gave the Army eight years of my life and then decided to keep building my federal retirement benefits going by joining the Bureau through a few of my father's friends and battle buddies. At the age of twenty-seven I attended the Academy at Quantico. I'm no monster I'm only five feet and eleven inches. I used to be a twig, now I weigh a hundred and ninety-five pounds of almost pure muscle. My right pectoral used to have Kaylee's name, but I covered that up with a POW MIA memorial and just beneath my shirt collar is a bar code with my old battle roster number on the bottom. My actions are about as red as my hate for this assignment. I only speak in black and white. My thoughts are typically green in hopes that things will be better after I get out of here

[Mimi with a J]

The Facade

1. The Living Room- You all know what I have previously put here. Personalization, explaining of things, and what not.

2. The Bathroom-You all know what I have previously put here. Personalization, explaining of things, and what not.

3. The Kitchen- You all know what I have previously put here. Personalization, explaining of things, and what not.

4. Jonathan (Agent Vicario)'s Room- You all know what I have previously put here. Personalization, explaining of things, and what not.


5. The Master (Agent Moore)'s Bedroom- You all know what I have previously put here. Personalization, explaining of things, and what not.

6. The Baby (Agent Misra)'s Room- You all know what I have previously put here. Personalization, explaining of things, and what not.

7. Eric (Jalen)'s Room-You all know what I have previously put here. Personalization, explaining of things, and what not.

The Truth

8. A Corner of the Intel room- You all know what I have previously put here. Personalization, explaining of things, and what not.

[Mimi with a J]

A place like Eden, Texas is the perfect place to hide. This hunter's town has rustic charm western Texas is known for. Hardy and hard working folks rooted in farming who, quite naturally, have no qualms with getting their hands dirty. The town of just under twenty-eight hundred, it wouldn't be a stretch to say the town feels much smaller than it's census numbers claim. Over half the towns population is housed in the town's Detention Center, a federal prison that has instrumental in maintaining the town's tiny feel. Not that's done anything to taint the sleepy place, major corporations haven't even been able to do that. Businesses here are of the local variety, not a Starbucks to speak of...but that's a good thing. It keeps things simple, homey, and innocent. A night club here is a billiard hall, it's far cry the neon lights, casinos, and circus shows that Nevada is known for. It's a great place to go if you looking for a simple, steady place to bring up a family or find calm in the midst of a storm. Or at least it was.

[Mimi with a J]

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