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 3M3RLii3 UNiiV3RSiiTY --- an original roleplay by: --T0XiiCL0LLiiP0P___x, x_CandyCoatedRainboww, and k i k i K0LADA  |
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L3 RUL3S --- As every good thing has rules, we do too. :] Follow them, and we'll be just dandy. Literacy This roleplay demands literacy. We do not just want it. We need it. Us three are fairly literate, and spell pretty well- I give my thanks to the the Firefox gods. :3 -bows- So, because I'm a pretty bad speller, you have no excuses, my loves! >D Yes, we're evil. But as the goddesses of this thread, you have no choice but to cooperate if you would like to participate in this roleplay. Now, as for paragraphs, we expect at least one good one. This means five sentences, minimum. That's not that hard, you can B.S. at least four sentences. Use your different words as well! None of that Quote: He did this. He said this. He went there. Profiles First things first, no Alex Evans/Heartbreaker, Matthew Lush, KiKi Cannibal, Hannabeth, etc. As lovely as they are, we're getting sick of them. Let's pull some newbies to the table! They need the love too. Also, only real people- that means no manga/anime charries or celebrities. Send the competed ones to me, k i k i K0LADA. :] If you send them to anyone else, they won't be put up, dear. For reserves only put them as, "And I'll RUUUUNN." As for the profiles, how about..."Till my face is the only face you see, gotta Stand out!" Anyhoo, the profiles should be in third person, 'cause I have to accommodate my friends. :] Posting We like active people, 'cause we are active people. Don't give us any of that, but I'm in six roleplays, I'm really busy! 'cause we're in a lot as well and Boww's going to college for real. O: Anyhoo, make your posts pretty, size 9-11 font, quotes/lyrics, icons, pictures whatever you'd like to use to make it all spiffy. If you're gonna be gone, please let us know in advance. Post at least once every two days, otherwise, with a few warning messages, you're out. We're playing this like baseball, m'dears. Three strikes, and you're out. And that's that. |
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PL0T Emerlie Univeristy was founded by Mister Emerson. It is a private university. If you have the grades, it offers over twenty three million dollars worth of scholarships each year! It boasts as one of the leading private universities across the country, with several majors. There is something here for everybody! Be sure to send in your application today! Classes begin soon! We look forward to seeing you at Emerlie! --Signed, Mr. D. Atkinsons Head of Admissions [[For Majors and stuff, we'll just say it's whatever you want to major in. But be realistic. You cannot major in something like "exotic dancing."]] |
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PR0FiiL3 SK3L3T0NS --- hello pretties. here be the profile skeletons. just stick in your favourite two colours where it says colourone and colourtwo. please use fairly complimentary colours, and nothing lime please. it burns our eyes. for ways to submit your profile, read the rules. for a list of colours, click here. http://malformed.url x_____Hi My Name Is ::. first middle last x_____I Am This Young ::. seventeen and up x_____Happy No-More-Womb Day Me ::. birthday; month day x_____I Totally Swing This Way ::. sexuality x_____I'm The Empire State Building! ::. height x_____This Is Me, Like It Or Not ::. personality. five sentences minimum x_____This Is How It Happened ::. history here. seven sentences minimum x_____I Don't Like This ::. dislikes x_____I Really Like This ::. likes here x_____I Live Here Now ::. dorm x_____This Song Rocks My World ::. theme song x_____This Person Is In Control ::. gaia username here here is the code for the profile. just replace colourone with your favourite colour, and colourtwo with your second favourite colour. colourone becomes your in-character post colour. just remember that! [imgleft]image url here[/imgleft] [size=18][color=colourone][b]x_____Hi My Name Is ::.[/b][/color][/size] [size=10][color=colourtwo][i] first middle last [/i][/color][/size] [size=18][color=colourone][b]x_____I Am This Young ::.[/b][/color][/size] [size=10][color=colourtwo][i] seventeen and up [/i][/color][/size] [size=18][color=colourone][b]x_____Happy No-More-Womb Day Me ::.[/b][/color][/size] [size=10][color=colourtwo][i] birthday; month day [/i][/color][/size] [size=18][color=colourone][b]x_____I Totally Swing This Way ::.[/b][/color][/size] [size=10][color=colourtwo][i] sexuality [/i][/color][/size] [size=18][color=colourone][b]x_____I'm The Empire State Building! ::.[/b][/color][/size] [size=10][color=colourtwo][i] height [/i][/color][/size] [size=18][color=colourone][b]x_____This Is Me, Like It Or Not ::.[/b][/color][/size] [size=10][color=colourtwo][i] personality. five sentences minimum [/i][/color][/size] [size=18][color=colourone][b]x_____This Is How It Happened ::.[/b][/color][/size] [size=10][color=colourtwo][i] history here. seven sentences minimum [/i][/color][/size] [size=18][color=colourone][b]x_____I Don't Like This ::.[/b][/color][/size] [size=10][color=colourtwo][i] dislikes [/i][/color][/size] [size=18][color=colourone][b]x_____I Really Like This ::.[/b][/color][/size] [size=10][color=colourtwo][i] likes here [/i][/color][/size] [size=18][color=colourone][b]x_____I Live Here Now ::.[/b][/color][/size] [size=10][color=colourtwo][i] dorm [/i][/color][/size] [size=18][color=colourone][b]x_____This Song Rocks My World ::.[/b][/color][/size] [size=10][color=colourtwo][i] theme song [/i][/color][/size] [size=18][color=colourone][b]x_____This Person Is In Control ::.[/b][/color][/size] [size=10][color=colourtwo][i] gaia username here [/i][/color][/size] |
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ACC3PT3D! --- Oh my, loves, you've been accepted to this lovely university! Now, time to size up the other fish in the sea. Perhaps they're your future friends or if the shoe fits- your enemies. Remember to be on your best behavior, you never know when someone important is watching. O: Oh dear, our cast has gotten too big and outgrown their knickers. There going to be here. |
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D0RM5 This is where you will be sleeping. Four max. to a dorm.NO CO-ED DORMS. DORM THREE IS FILLED. 1. Kyoshi/Demetri/Koido 2. Ayame/Kumaya/Jesse/ 3. Emmunal/Zander/Samson/Adrian 4. Elijah/Akio/Yasu 5. Madison/Holly/********* 6. Ivy/ 7. Ian/Damien/Dayton 8. Kumori/Hayate 9. Caiden 10. Bellatrix/ Off Campus. Reiji [[More will be added as slots fill.]] |
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 Ian stood outside the campus, standing under the tree, talking to a small group of people who had recognized him from his previous two bands. His face fell slightly at the memories of his old bands and the people associated with him. However, the people he was talking to had no idea that it was affecting him in the least. If anything, Ian was an amazing actor. He simply placed on that faux smile and played it off as though everything was perfect. But this talk only went so far before Ian found himself changing the subject. "So, what is everybody majoring in?" he questioned, leading against the tree and stared at his nails. A few of them mumbled out their replies before immediately asking what he himself had planned to major in. "Business," replied the blond, giving the group a flash-photo smile, "I want to run a clothing store." His eyes glanced around at the surroundings. Emerlie had a beautiful campus.  "You‘re e v e r y w h e r e to me. And when I close my eyes, It‘s y o u I see. You‘re e v e r y t h I n g I know That makes me b e l I e v e I‘m not a l o n e." |
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 Zander Nixon Zander Nixon sat upon the bottom steps of the entry to the dormitory rooms of Emerlie. A lime green sketch book was laying across his lap, and the raven haired boy was drawing away at what appeared to be the sketch of a new sweatshirt. He loved designing clothes, but he had never bothered to learn out to sew. The drawing part of designing was fun. The sewing part would have to wait, however. He simply had to time to mess with the machinery known as sewing. He had to deal with classes and his small part-time job at Pierre's where he worked as a waitor. The male stretched his legs out across the stairs, causing the occasional passerby to either walk over him, or walk around. He preferred they did the latter. Walking over people was rude, and he was there first. A pair of headphones rested in his ears, and The Fray was playing in his ears. "It's coming down to nothing more than apathy," he sang, as he sketched away at the sweatshirt.  “Tonight is the alive With the promise of a street fight And there’s money on the table Says your cheap shots won’t be able to break bones. I’ve yet to break a sweat.”-All Time Low |
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kumori uzumahi
私を放っておきなさい http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/567/aoi03xx9.jpg "yatta not again!" a fairly tall japanese teenager was sprinting across the front lawn of the prestigious university campus in hot pursuit of a few scattered pieces of varicoloured paper. greens, blues, pinks, yellows, etc. were all flapping through the air in the dull breeze that swept the area. and poor kumori uzumahi was not the top track runner. "oh come on can't someone help me!? 私はすべて憎む!" he sighed and paused to catch his breath when yet another few papers flew from his bag. he cursed loudly and took off again, only to trip over someone who was laying on the steps in front of the main administration building. "aiyaah! what the hell!" |
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Zander Nixon A small laugh escaped Zander's lips as he watched the poor boy fall. It was a first-hand instinct and came before questioning. He stared down at the other male, pulling the headphones from his ears and draping them around his neck. "Ay kid, you alright?" He asked once the laughing settled, and the situation was no longer comical. The dark-eyed boy placed his sketchbook on top of a step and stood up. He walked down the few steps, stopping infront of the boy. He knelt down, glancing at the boy. The other male had interesting hair. It was dark with a sudden blond streak, much like his own. Except it was styled differently. The other male's blue eyes also caught Zander off guard. He stared for a moment, before glancing elsewhere. “Tonight is the alive With the promise of a street fight And there’s money on the table Says your cheap shots won’t be able to break bones. I’ve yet to break a sweat.”-All Time Low |
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kumori uzumahi
私を放っておきなさい http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/567/aoi03xx9.jpg "yahh..." kumori groaned and opened his eyes to see the person he'd tripped over staring at him. mor specifically, his eyes. kumori grinned and pushed himself up on his elbows, and eventually onto his rear end in a sitting position. "i'm fine.. not like it's that far to fall, ne?" he almost laughed when he realized that he'd stuck the random particle at the end of his sentence. he did that a lot. as in, a lot a lot. to distract himself, he looked the boy he'd tripped over up and down quickly. kumori admitted it to himself, the guy was cute. way cute. "could you help me get my papers?" he pushed himself into a standing position and dusted off the seat of his pants. considering he'd landed on his rear, that would be the dirtiest spot on his clothes to be dusted off. after doing so, he looked around for his runaway papers. half of them seemed to be settled on the far side of the building where the wind couldn't get them, and some seemed to have blown indoors. scavenger hunt to the max. |
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Zander Nixon Zander looked around, spotting the rainbow of papers scattered here and there around the vicinity. His mouth twisted upwards on one side into a smirk. His sarcastic side was telling him to say no and to make the kid do it himself, but his nicer side was telling him to help. The boy brought a finger up to his lip. "I guess I can help," he said, letting out an exaggerated sigh. He smirked afterward to show that he was kidding and began picking up some of the papers he spotted. “Tonight is the alive With the promise of a street fight And there’s money on the table Says your cheap shots won’t be able to break bones. I’ve yet to break a sweat.”-All Time Low |
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kumori uzumahi
私を放っておきなさい http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/567/aoi03xx9.jpg kumori smiled and nodded his thanks and began collecting some papers himself. in the meantime, he was thinking about why he'd wanted to major in something as paperwork heavy as business management. all he wanted to do was open a hair salon, but nooo his parents wouldn't let him go to beauty school. "so what are you majoring in, ne?" he was trying to make smalltalk, because the silence was starting to get to him to an extent. he was the kind of guy who enjoyed hearing sounds of nature or people talking. unless it came to music; he liked mostly synth bands for music. a bit strange, considering he'd grown up with a 'synth' family anyway. his real family hadn't wanted him because he was gay. |
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 ii D0 N0T L ii 3 K GR33N 3GGS && H4M, S4M ii 4M: Samson Joshua Searle focused on stringing together the letters of the text before him. The boy sat quietly gnawing absentmindedly at a nail leaning against a rather large oak. He tugged the forest green duffel bag closer to him, reminding himself about the rest of his baggage in the beat up pickup in the school's parking lot. Deciding that he'd unpack later, he flipped a page and continued reading. It was Peter Pan, one of Sam's favourite books. Perhaps it was the ideal of a boy who never grew up that kept his interest, or maybe it was the author's vivid wording that appealed to him so well. Whatever it was, the brunet couldn't help but wish that he was in Peter's place. A ton of adventures, a band of Lost Boys for companions- not to mention the famous fairy that always seemed to be at his side, an arch nemesis and the ability to fly- it seemed that Pan had it all working in his favour. Sighing quietly, the twenty-year old's blue eyes left Neverland to return to reality, or in this case, Emerlie University. Eager students scrambled about, mingling amongst each other, hefting mattresses to and from dormitories. How Samson wished he could just randomly jog over to one of them and start a conversation. But Sam being Sam, that was as ridiculous as him being able to fly. Thinking it was best to just finish up the chapter he was on, then go get the remainder of his luggage, he returned to his book. "Of course Peter should have kept quiet..." (( Sammy'll get more interesting loves. :] )) So if you want to b e with me With these things there’s no telling We just have to w a i t and see But I’d rather be working for a paycheck Than waiting to w i n the lottery Besides, maybe this time is d i f f e r e n t I mean I really think you like me |
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00 BBY iiT'S EMMY ♥sign sealed delivered♥  One long hand was laced into the hem of his blue Hollister shirt; brown and blond hair flipped into his eyes as those certain optics were downcast to the ground. He had put all of his things away in the room, and apparently he had someone else staying with him... It made him uncomfortable, but as always, poor Emmunal was nervous. It was nothing new to him... or anyone that knew him. The afore mentioned, sunny-chocolate eyes glanced away from his constantly moving hand and he stood, khaki shorts rustling lightly against the tan of his thigh. It made the lightest little noise and a shudder went down Emmy's back - it was something he really didn't like.. Sure, soft noises were better than loud ones, but still... The soft, creepy tone of the movement had left him a little more shaken then he would prefer to be... and he was already panicked because he'd forgotten that he'd had a stinkin' roommate! He bit his lip nervously and rubbed his wrist, bouncing on the soles of his feet before finally stepping out to get out of the dormitory building and out into the fresh air. Fresh air to calm his freaking-out heart sounded good right now! He made it out without hitting anyone or bothering them, but almost as soon as he was out, his mind went a little foggy. As he took his long gait into the courtyard.. Well, simply, he just fell over. Oops. He tripped, hard, onto the ground and let out a little gasp as his wrist had a little spasm of pain. Em switched his position into a crouch, nursing said hurt wrist and looking around to make sure that no one was watching, and then removed gauze from his pocket. After all, if they knew he carried gauze, they would think he was weirder than he already was... But ever since he was little he was afraid of getting another infection, hence the fact he had gauze and bandage in his pockets. Emmunal wrapped it up tightly before slipping it back in, a light smile on his lips. He always felt good when he did something right.. even if he had to mess up int he first place. The happy curve of his lips fell upside down at the thought. How would he ever achieve anything if he had to mess up first? What if, as a doctor.. He caused someone's death to find the diagnosis? What if it was something stupid that happened? Insecurity was a black hole in poor Emmy's heart. Taking in a deep breath, he moved lightly towards a tree where he could patch up the rest of his wrist. He sat down on the other side and inspected it for a lack of support in one area when suddenly a rustling - much like the one his khaki shorts had made earlier - was heard. He disregarded it and wished his pants would be quiet to himself, a light smile on his lips at the thought, when it happened again. This time, he freaked and jumped up, his eyes wide and shocked. Whirling around the tree, he saw a... Holy crud, another guy! The words fell from his lips in a quiet, soft tone. ".. I'm.. I'm sorry..." He whispered. And there’s never any rain, when you want it... A hollow little game, and you’ve won it... Looking for a thrill but you’ve done it all... So long, put your blue jeans back on girl. |
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