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x3_Ian-Aii->[[N0t3 t0 s3lf;;ii miss y0u t3rribly]] says:

Ian stared at Kyo for a moment. It was almost like it had been when they first met. Except they were older now, different people. But not completely different, Ian told himself. He smiled at the boy, flattered by the remark he had made.

"Say, Kyo, if you're not busy, want to go grab a popsicle or something?" questioned the blond with a hopeful smile, "You know for old time's sake?"

He had recalled the first time they met. He had wanted that popsicle, only he had never got that popsicle. If he recalled correctly, it had been because of Celest. Luckily now there was no Celest. At least he hoped to every higher being there wasn't a Celest.

"If tomorrow never comes, I would want just one thing.
I would tell it to the stars and the sun.
I would write it for the world to see.
And it’s you, the light changes when you’re in the room.
Oh it’s you, it’s you. “
Michelle Branch

[samwiches]

MADii MU3LL3R

just like candy

There was a light click as her MP3 switched from Panic At The Disco's 'Nine in the Afternoon' to another pop song. Paramore blasted in from one side, booming 'Misery Business' into her one-day-will-be deaf ears. She hummed along - she had a pretty singing voice, but she couldn't play any instruments, and pulled out her camera. She toyed with it and flicked it on, pressing the on lightly with her pinkie finger pad.

The little hum and welcome of her voice - recorded by her little sis - signaled the fact it was roaring and ready to go. She scanned through some of her pictures first, though, and the little zoom of the camera pulled in so that it's front was basically flat. The 6.0 megapixel camera was her pride and joy; she had better cameras, but this was her first and utmost favorite. She pressed her lips to it's viewscreen before snapping it into camera mode.

The first shots were mediocre; just a few of different people she didn't know and [ her favorite ] a little robin that she had caught just as it landed, so it appeared to be on point, as if doing ballet. Then, something caught her eye. A gleaming instrument.. and a pretty cute guy. Which meant that.. well, she could take a picture, and have a gorgeous instrument [ that she'd never be able to play ] and a gorgeous guy!

The redhead gave a childish giggle and raised the camera, shifting herself to get the perfect picture. She didn't want to randomly bother the guy.. And once it was done, it was gorgeous! She loved that word. Gore-geous. Sounded horribly bloody.. but like a gem at the end with 'geous'. Oh, the thoughts of a strange redhead.

Back to the street where we b e g a n
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know
Yeah we're feeling so good

Picking up things we shouldn't read
It looks like the end of history as we know
It's just the end of the world

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

ayame mitsui
MmM... BuBBL3Z
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The truck driver had tried to slam on his breaks, really. But when you drove a five-and-a-half-ton truck, quick braking did not come easily. The instant he felt impact with the car he knew someone was hurt in the car in front of him. He checked his mirrors - nobody was around. He grabbed his cell phone and jumped out of the truck cabin, walking over to the other car to check the condition of the two people within. Seeing that both were unconscious, he quickly diald 9-1-1 and got an ambulance to be sent from the local town. Dear God he hoped that the two people weren't dead. That would be a serious dent on his driving record. In a few minutes the emergency response team arrived, and the driver was taken from the scene. The two people were pulled from the car carefully, especially the male - he'd been pinned to the dash by his seat. The female's neck was at a strange angle. Not broken, but funny nonetheless. It looked like her head had hit the steering wheel before the airbag had deployed. That would result in fairly serious head injury as well as concussion.

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the vastly late scream escaped ayame's lips when she regained consciousness. but when she opened her eyes, she closed them again quickly. she'd been blinded by lights in a hospital. hospital? what? she struggled to remember what had happened. god she had a headache, and her neck and back hurt too. scratch that, all of her hurt. what the hell had happened? oh, now she remembered. boy. cute boy. date. car. coffee. wreck. wreck!? she tried to sit bolt upright in the bed, but a nurse and two doctors held her down. gently they told her to sit still while they finished putting a brace on her neck. she tried to ask them where her friend was, but none of them were listening. then she realized that her lips weren't working at all. crap. she closed her eyes, squeezing tears out from pain and concern. god she hoped demetri was okay. this was all her fault too..

[X--Harlequin--Romance--X]

[Bellatrix Raven Ja‘Dore]

An eighteen year old girl with blonde and black hair [Who Had Very Bad Bed Head Or Would It Be Couch Head?] was sleeping on the couch at her foster parents house, having fallen asleep while watching old re-runs of her favorite teenager sitcom/drama 'My So Called Life'. Bella moved slightly, then let out a sigh. The couch wasn't to comfortable, it was one of the ones from the olden days when they didn't believe in someone being comfortable while sitting down. Bella slowly sat up, her hand slowly going to her head which was pounding.
After about an hour of trying to wake up, she trudged sleepily to a cold shower. Bella got into the shower and just let the cold water run over her, waking her whole body up. Finally being fully awake, she washed her hair, and hopped out of the shower. Her eyes glanced lazily towards the clock "Merde!" Bella cursed in French, and jumped from the shower. She was late for her bus, and it was the only bus leaving from her town for three weeks. She quickly threw on her favorite clothes, which were some black skinny jeans, a ripped fish net shirt, and her black strapless shirt over it. With all her chains and other jewelry. Bella styled her hair in its normal 'Scene' way, pushing it up and teasing it out her heart was fluttering wildly about her chest as she rushed to get ready. After getting all her piercings in and her eyeliner on, she rushed out the door to try and make it to the station in time. "Holy.." She ran back into the house, grabbed her music, and all her other belongings that she was taking the school with her. She also grabbed her favorite 'Jack Skeleton' purse.
For the second time she rushed out the door, and groaned again "Geez.." She took her mother's carkeys and jumped in to the black Saturn. Quickly she turned on the car and drove away before her parents could realize that she had taken the car. Once she got to the bus station, she parked the car and pulled out all her things. "Dear Foster Parents," She began the text message "..your car is at the bus station. I'm leaving for school today. Cya never." She slipped her phone back into her pocket and walked away from the car. Bella quickly ran to the bus port and looked around. There, just about to leave was her bus, she ran as fast as her legs could carry her with all of her things down the platform. She made it just as the man was closing the doors, she pleaded with him to let her in. The driver sighed and let Bella on to the bus, once she was on the bus she moved to the back and loaded her things into the cargo hold.
The ride was long, and she lost track of where she was after the first three days of riding. She switched buses a few times and she also took a train. After five days of traveling she made it to the town where Emerlie University was. Bella's face was lit up by a warm smile as she got off the train. She got her things from the cargo hold on the train and walked out of the station. Her smile slowly turned into a confused frown when she realized she didn't know where to go. After about an hour of aimless wondering, she found a man who gave her directions. She hitched a ride with a women up to the grounds, and she was there. Bella had reached Emerlie University. A sense of overwhelming freedom swept over her as her ice blue eyes gazed over the school. "Amazing." Bella began walking to the school doors, an anxious look upon her face.
Her black high heels that read 'Love Is A Killer' on the toes in red letters clicked softly against the ground. Bella's tongue fiddled nervously with her lip ring as she got closer and closer to the large front doors. 'Please be better than home.' She thought to herself as she entered the school. Quickly Bella shook off her nervousness, and walked down the hall with confidence. Her black and red luggage cases trailed behind her on their wheels. She made her way to the front office to get her dorm key "Bella Ja'Dore." Her silvery Romanian accent filled the room when she told the clerk her name 'Dorm number ten sweetie.' The old women handed her a key "Thank you Ma'am." She nodded to the women and walked out. "Now..Were do I go from here??"

Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time

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[[D3m3tr1Dynam1t3]] I‘m what y0u‘v3 always want3d_x3 says:

Searle, Demetri N. the hospital bracelet draped loosely around Demetri's left arm read. The brace that wrapped around his neck and kept his right arm up showed a broken shoulder and collar bone. The bandages around the ribcage showed a few broken ribs. The occasional scratch and bruise showed the portions of the back of the car flying into the of the car. The fact he remained unconcious showed the impact of the airbag was more like hitting a wall than a bag of air. Air bags were funny that way. They only seemed to work with a seatbelt. A seatbelt was the thing Demetri Searle had forgotten. For the moment, he laid in a hospital bed, while a nurse scrummaged through his cell phone and called a person listed under "Brother." It was the only family in the city that Demetri had.



“Sick and tired of this world,
There‘s no more air.
Tripping over myself, going nowhere.
Waited, suffocated, no direction.”
-Ryan Cabrera “On The Way Down“

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An Important OCC Brought To You by Car Crashes R' Us: Always wear a seatbelt. While Demetri's injuries aren't fatal, it could have just as easily had been.

AND ALWAYS PLACE BABIES IN THE APPROPRIATE DEVICES. A carseat saved my sister's life.

Now Boww is going to step off her soap box.

[samwiches]

[[ GO BOWW. 8D ]]

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[[I felt the need to promote safetyXD]]

[m o o s i e p o p s]

The auburn haired girl saw that her Kyoshi had been otherwise occupied with the blonde boy that had suddenly caught his attention. Shrugging it off as no big deal, Jesse switched her attention to survey the area once more. Her coffee brown eyes caught sight of a girl, probably not much older than her, a while away from a group of males. The Leong youth surveyed her outfit, commenting to herself, "Somebody could use some deconstruction." She was focused on the brunette's socks, and pulled a face.

Deciding it was better than no one, the slender female approached her. Her interest came speeding at full force as she realized what was in her hands. "Oh. My. Futon. Is that a Canon 10D?!" Jesse exclaimed, running forward to get a better look.The black plastic of the device was almost entrancing, as Jesse had never set eyes on one in real life. The model was listed as number one on many sites that she had studied throughout the years. But on a college student's income, she didn't have much money to spare to buy one of her own. The girl thought of her own camera in her messenger bag being only an Olympus E-100RS. She felt a surge of jealousy, and asked excitedly, "Can I try it out?"

With a quick glance to the group of males, a blond with a bit of black mixed in caught her eye. Nicely built, and obviously musically gifted from the way he moved over the fret board, the girl had an idea that she was attracted to his physical appearance for sure. Jesse smirked, figuring she'd get her chance to talk him soon, but right now was time to try to get her hands on that camera to get a test drive.

((Ivy, can you resize, m'dear? :] It's a lovely picture and all, but it wants to make my screen gain a few pounds.))

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ZaNix3_[[I g0 0ff l1k3 a gun_<,<]] says:

Zander looked the boy up and down once, observing small details. The boy apparently had a tattoo and a lip ring. Two very attractive features that almost cancelled out the fact he was a smoker. He didn't talk much either, which attracted Zander and turned him away at the same time. He liked people who didn't talk a lot because his bossy side could then control with no problems. But he didn't like quiet people because occasionally Zander enjoyed arguing with people.

"You don't talk much," he said, moreover thinking out loud. He brushed a part of his hair away from his eyes, watching as it fell back into place. Some things would never change.

“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

[mizzshy]

((Kiki- Ahh... OK, I'll try to... I'm really bad at this... >.< ))

[m o o s i e p o p s]

(( :] If you'd like, I could some. ))

[mizzshy]

(( Really? It's just that the colours tend to go all... ugh... if I resize things... >.< ))

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koiho fuhei
K0iiFiiSH__>>lulz@fanzpeople<<____x bassguitarislove

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koido was off in his own little world, strumming away at his beloved bass guitar. the notes sounded a bit flat without an amp, but still sounded pretty good. he opened his eyes and looked around at his surroundings. there was a boy he didn't recognize, and then there were two girls just beyond them. the girls caught his attention. they were both holding cameras. fantastic, fangirls. he hated fangirls. non-cute ones, anyway. at least one of the two was cute. the one apparently fawning over the other's camera. being a bit full of himself, he decided to go over and introduce himself.

he slung his bass over his shoulder - hefting it around was what gave him his biceps - and walked over to the pair of girls. unsurprisingly, he towered over them. he put on a winning smile and a slightly macho pose.

"hey.. 'sup?"