H o m e less [LGBT] Accepting & Open

[Jayybirrd]

xxxxwell ixxxx never knewxxxx you
wish i xxxxcould have xxxxsaved you




casualty of all the pressure
shame shame shame that our homecoming queen
that we put on her
was a lot like you and a lot like me
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NOW WE'VE LOST HER FOR GOOD

Life was far from perfect, and Harper King knew that. Hell, if anyone knew that, it would be her and the people she was living this crazy life with. Put simply, Harper was the matriarch of something that was way bigger than she was, but she couldn't turn them away. She was only twentyfive, and she would have sworn the weight of the world was on her shoulders on more than one occasion. Which, just by itself is one thing, but when you've got the deck stacked against you, things are a little more complicated.

Harper had been awake for a little over an hour, going through her "normal" routine. Fifteen stretches with her arms up in the air, fifteen grabbing her toes. Repeat. Ten jumping jacks, and if one was missed, all ten had to be started over. Twenty crunches, and if something didn't feel right, she started back to one. Harper was obsessive compulsive. She had already gone through each set of the exercises twice, and was now half way through the third, and if all went correctly, this would be the last set. "Eighteen, nineteen, twenty." She finished the last one and laid on her back on the floor, her chest rising and falling a little faster than normal. This felt right. There was just enough of an ache as she tried to lift her arms, and she was just tired enough, to where if she closed her eyes and relaxed, she would be able to drift off to sleep again. But that would mess everything up.

Her lips parted slightly as a sigh slipped through before she stood up and looked around the room, her hands on her hips. From what she could tell, everyone else was still asleep, which was good. In this house of homeless youth, the longer everyone else slept, the longer Harper had to get herself under control. Long legs carried her silently to the bathroom, where she shut the door, making sure not to let click of the door wake anyone. In this cramped space, this was where she sorted herself out, and got herself under control.

Practiced and knowing hands reached blindly back behind the mirror, finding the hidden bag filled with the white powder. Harper worked quickly, lining out a small bit of the white powder on the counter, and inhaling it quickly through her left nostril. Eyes watering and trying to not make a sound, the girl wrapped the bag back up and carefully hid it back behind the mirror, before letting herself sink to the floor. Back against the bathroom door and eyes closed, Harper waited patiently. Thankfully, it didn't take long, before she felt her heart start to race, the blood in her body working double time. Her eyes shot open, looking quickly around the bathroom. Sink, toilet, shower, cupboard. Nothing abnormal in the room, but to Harper, everything might as well have been alive. She would have bet money that the sink grew legs and was walking around the small space, throwing water on her. But why was the water from the sink red?

Once the initial high wore off, Harper was able to look around and see the room for exactly what it was: a run down bathroom, with a drug addicted adult sitting on the floor, dried blood on her face and shirt from her nose. "s**t," she mumbled as she stood back up, turning the water on at the sink, and washing the blood off her face and shirt the best she could. Once she felt at least presentable, she dried her face with the cleaner, bottom part of her shirt, and quietly left the bathroom.

Harper heard the commotion of everyone downstairs. She quickly changed her shirt, putting on a worn, soft, long sleeve black shirt. She also quickly changed out of her pajama pants and slipped into a pair of jeans. Making sure she has cleaned all the blood from her face, she hurried down the steps to join the rest of the family.



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somebody's daughter looking for somebody to love her
guess no one really saw her

[Dark Gozenta]

Yawning Wesley stood up and looked around to see that her sister Desi was still out. Desi was Wesley's big sister and her guardian. Desi had took herself and Wesley to this house when Desi was seventeen. The 'parents were open to having Desi and her. So since she was like thirteen and she loved it here. She loved being with the kids, teens and the adults. Wesley smiled as she had got dressed for the day she had walked down to the kitchen and got some food. She looked at her family and smiled at them."Good morning guys."She had looked at them as she took a seat at the table.

Before she eat Wesley got herself some juice. She had put the juice on the table as she crossed her legs and started to eat. As she ate her food she had smiled softly as she thought of what to do today. She knew they some of the people were going to shopping she had looked at everyone and then looked over at the kids. She had smiled as she was happy to help out with the family. Of course for Wesley she was the family babysitter as well as her job at Cinnabon. She had baked the cinnamon rolls and every know and then she would bring some home to her family.

Finishing her food she put her dishes in the dish washer. She had also started to clean the kitchen as she had put the dirty dishes in the dish washer. She as had started to wipe down the counters she had looked at her family as she hoped they notice that she was really try to help them.




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[Dark Gozenta]

Counting all of the dollar bills that was had made She had smiled as she had also counted the lap dances money along with the private dancing money. She had ended up with fifteen hundred. She had put the money in her purse and walked out of the strip club and walked off to the house that lived at with her sister and the rest of her crazy family. She was one of the older ones in the family. The older ones was Yura, Jillian, Harper and herself. She had pulled a cancer stick and smoke it as she had got offered by an adult movie maker to go some movies. She would get paid more and also if she did same sex she would get paid a lot. She was sighing as she walked down the sidewalk as the movie career was sounding really good. Of course she didn't want to do it because she didn't want her family think less of her.

She was convinced her family that she was some whore because she strips. She smoked her cigarette as she had finished it she had went to the store and got the family some milk, bread, eggs, butter and few other things. She got some special for the adults. She had smiled as she walked to the house. Getting to the house she had put all of the stuff away and said to her family.[b]"Hey guys I got Milk, Bread, Butter, Eggs and some Apple Juice."She had then went over to Yura and said to him."So I got some whiskey for you, me, Jullian and Harper."She had went to her room and hid the bottle as she had walked over to the kitchen and looked at her family.

Brewing some coffee and started to put some coffee in her mug along with hazelnut and sugar. She had smiled as she loved the taste of hazelnut and sugar. She had sat at the table and waited for Jillian or something. Seeing Harper she had hugged her and said to her."Hey got us some milk, bread, butter, eggs and apple juice."She had then put the rest of her money into the box."So Harper what's going on for today?"




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[Jayybirrd]

xxxxwell ixxxx never knewxxxx you
wish i xxxxcould have xxxxsaved you




casualty of all the pressure
shame shame shame that our homecoming queen
that we put on her
was a lot like you and a lot like me
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NOW WE'VE LOST HER FOR GOOD



Downstairs was quickly filling up, which made Harper a little anxious. It wasn't the people that made her anxious, but rather the amount of people in such a small space. Jillian was making his way towards the stairs, which brought a genuine smile to her face. Though they may had been momma and papa to the younger ones in the house, the two weren't together. Harper wouldn't lie though, she sometimes wished it were different. The two certainly had history, opening the doors to anyone who needed it, but it wasn't the history the girl had hoped for.

As he got closer, she looked at the bruises almost through the sweater. She quickly cupped the side of his face and lightly kissed his cheek - a greeting she gave to most of those in the house. "Morning handsome," she said with a wink. It was then that she noticed the babe in his arms. "And who is this little guy?" Her hand went from Jillian's face to the top of the baby's head. Her eyes looked to Jillian's, wanting to know where the child had come from.

Her attention was drawn to Desi as she heard her name. "Today? I think we're taking the little 'uns shopping."


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somebody's daughter looking for somebody to love her
guess no one really saw her

[Demented Grin]

Jonathon & Juliet
Blythe
The Twins

The taller male led the way to the house he had heard of. The house that one of his friends had stayed at for five months when his parents had kicked him out. Now it was Johnny's turn. His twin sister followed silently behind him. Her eyes on the ground in front of her feet as his were focused on finding the right building. He was lugging a duffel bag his twin sister had packed with warm clothes and food for the two of them. What he didn't know was it also contained quite a bit of money she had stolen from her mother and step-father. Strapped to his shoulders was his own backpack. A few clean pairs of underwear and socks was all he had thought to bring in his haste. "I think this is it," he said for the seventh time since they had started their long trek through the city. They had left in early the previous night and were both of them were exhausted.

Juliet's eyes moved upward for a moment as her brother moved around a bunch of bushes. She came to a halt, bring the rolling suitcase behind her to a stop as well. She doubted he was right this time but didn't voice her thoughts. Instead she sluggishly shuffled past the shrubbery and walked up to the porch to stand with her brother as he knocked on the door. She wasn't sure how this all worked. It was her brother's friend who had been here after all. She hadn't even known such a home existed until Johnny had told her about it last night. Now they stood in the cold on the doorstep. Hoping they weren't wrong yet again.

"Hello?" Jonathon called through the door. He could have sworn he had seen a woman go into the ramshackle building. Another rapid grouping of knocks met the wooden door. "Anyone?" He was tired of being wrong. He was tired of dragging his poor sister around town looking for a place his friend had described to him almost a year ago. A lot could change in a year. If this wasn't the house he wasn't sure what he would do. He knew he couldn't take his sister back to that house. Where would they go if the house for wayward youth was no longer even around? They'd be living on the streets. That's what. Now he was panicking as he pounded on the door. "Hello?!" He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"That's enough Johnny," Juliet's soft voice pleaded with him to stop hitting the door. One of his knuckles had started bleeding. "We'll find it. It's alright," she tried to soothe her hot-tempered brother. With what she had told him last night, she could understand why he was so upset but she didn't like seeing him like that. She was scared he was going to try to kick the door down. That would just lead to more problems. "Let's . . . Let's just go. Okay?" She had given up on her brother's mythical safe haven hours ago.

Current Location :: outside the house tab tab Current Company :: just each other

ooc :: outfits are in their pictures

Quote:

Johnny Colors
"one"
'two'
Jules Colors
"one"
'two'

[Jayybirrd]

xxxxwell ixxxx never knewxxxx you
wish i xxxxcould have xxxxsaved you




casualty of all the pressure
shame shame shame that our homecoming queen
that we put on her
was a lot like you and a lot like me
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NOW WE'VE LOST HER FOR GOOD



Through all the commotion of people coming and going and talking and planning, Harper would have bet money she heard someone knocking. Well, if she had any. It was a faint sound, but she was certain it was there. And usually, a knock at the door wasn't a good thing. If someone lived here, they walked in, and that was it. There were little to no formalities in this house. The only thing that was "formal" was that Jillian and herself were the heads of household. They did all they could to make sure that everyone was safe, fed, and out of trouble. A knock usually meant trouble.

Suddenly, the knocking was louder - urgent. "'Scuse me, loves," she said as she weaved her way through bodies standing in the living room, the kitchen, and dining room. Harper tried to tidy herself as she walked, tugging at her shirt some, running her fingers quickly through her short, messy hair. In just a few moment she was standing at the door. One quick touch to the handle, followed by another, before she was actually able to open the door.

Strangers weren't a new thing, especially in a home full of, well, homeless and runaways. There was no way Jillian would ever turn someone away, and as long as they weren't a danger to the home, neither would Harper. Yet, to see the slightly bloodied knuckles of the two teenagers outside, it almost damn near shocked the woman.

"Can I help you?" Her eyes looked the two over, and it took a moment before she knew what was going on. The two looked exhausted, and both were carrying bags: runaways. "Oh my goodness. You two look like you're about to collapse! Please, come in. Sit down, rest. You don't need to tell me anything, you just come on in," Harper quickly ushered the two in from the dreary morning that was sure to be just as dreary a day. "Just walk around people," she pointed past the two towards the living room to where a couch was, "You just sit down over there."


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somebody's daughter looking for somebody to love her
guess no one really saw her



Demented Grin

[Mr Sketchticles]

tab A brisk chill in the air was what woke Jax up that morning. It nipped at his bare toes and ran chills through his body which his pajamas didn't seem to block out. He blinked a few times before looking around and finding himself laying in the grass in a park six or seven blocks from the house he had been residing in for the past few weeks. It was a confusing ordeal but he knew how he ended up here, or at least he could guess. Jax sat up in the grass and took one more glance around, anyone passing by would probably think him paranoid. In a way he was. He didn't want to see the things other people couldn't see, those things that his mind created and dangled in front of his eyes only. His parents had abandoned him three years ago when his symptoms started getting worse. It wasn't their fault and he didn't blame them. They just wanted a normal son and there was nothing more that he wanted to be other than normal. Jax pushed himself up from his spot on the ground and began his walk back. His clothes and hair were damp from the dew so as he walked he shivered against the cold trying to warm himself up.

tab The house came into view and from a distance Jax could see some people going in and out of it. He couldn't just waltz in the front door, then people would ask questions! 'Why are you soaked? Where were you? Yadda yadda yadda' Then again he had developed a chronic habit of lying. Either way they weren't questions he wanted to answer. No one in the house knew why he was actually here, how he ended up alone on the streets, and in his opinion they didn't need to know. They had problems of their own to take care of. Instead of the front, Jax opted for swinging around to the back door. Even before entering he could tell a lot of them were up and about determining sheerly from the amount of commotion coming from the house. Still shivering, he opened the door as quietly as possible as he entered then closed it shut behind himself then ran up to the place his new bed was located. From underneath he pulled a backpack which held two changes of clothes that were starting to get worn out from the years of wear. After stripping the cold and wet clothes from his body he donned a dry pair of ripped jeans and shirt along with some shoes and socks. The wet stuff he laid out so it could dry.

tab Soon Jax returned downstairs to the kitchen so he could grab at least something for a breakfast. Last night he had been experiencing one of his more severe episodes so he decided to skip out on dinner but he was hungry now. The kitchen was a bit more crowded than he expected. He would have thought everyone would have cleared out by now but his calculation was wrong. Oh well, he needed at least something to eat and he wasn't wet or cold anymore so he wouldn't have to explain that. There were some new faces to the rag tag group they had in this house and Jax wondered if they were here to stay. Not that he minded having more people. Sometimes secrets were easier to keep when surrounded by a lot of people but on the flip side if it got out it spread like wildfire to more people. But then again more people, more people to study to try to fit himself in better. In lieu of saying anything Jax just gave a quick smile and nod around the room before heading to the counter and finding someone had made toast. He took a slice then wandered over by one of the windows so he would be out of the way of everyone else. When he looked up from his conservative breakfast he spotted a figure in the opposite corner that was clad in black with it's face hidden. Jax could feel his heart start to race faster and his stomach start to churn. "This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real." He muttered under his breath as he stood paralyzed and staring at the thing. It was like everyone and everything else vanished because his attention was fixed on this delusion.


while god and angels sleep, the demons are running free
Location: Kitchen window || Company: His mind
Clothes: Outfit
ooc: Bleh, wasn't really sure where to start him off. He definitely will be more interesting next post ^-^

[Harry_Break_Free]

[[boys and girls, do you want me to restart the roleplay? It seems like some haven't posted since a while and i have been waiting on them.]]

[Mr Sketchticles]

Harry_Break_Free

[[boys and girls, do you want me to restart the roleplay? It seems like some haven't posted since a while and i have been waiting on them.]]

I'm down for that smile

[Jayybirrd]

Harry_Break_Free

[[boys and girls, do you want me to restart the roleplay? It seems like some haven't posted since a while and i have been waiting on them.]]

[ Works for me]

[Secret Alien]

Harry_Break_Free

[[boys and girls, do you want me to restart the roleplay? It seems like some haven't posted since a while and i have been waiting on them.]]

(( I'm fine with that. That way it resets post count and more people will check out the rp along with those who have already joined and are active. ))

[Dark Gozenta]

Harry_Break_Free

[[boys and girls, do you want me to restart the roleplay? It seems like some haven't posted since a while and i have been waiting on them.]]

Redo baby.

[Harry_Break_Free]

[[Im remaking it and let anyone post their profiles inside a profile thread :3 im remaking it today]]

[Mr Sketchticles]

Yay biggrin mine will probably wiggle in later since I'm moving into uni today (unless it's up before noonish)