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x3_Ian-Aii->[[I l0v3 maii b0yfrii3nd lyk3 wh04]] says:

Ian smiled as Sam held the door open. It was like it had been during the band days. Sam had always imitated an old British gentleman. This time was different though. Ian couldn't figure out why but it was. It was better. That much he knew. Everything seemed better this time around.

"You're such a gentleman," he said, turning and smirking at Sam, "And forgive me for not replying in a British accent. It's pretty hard when you're Japanese."

"It starts in my toes,
Makes me crinkle my nose.
Wherever it goes, I always know
That you make me smile.
Please stay for a while now.”
Colbie Calliat

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

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Scratching his head, Sam grinned sheepishly. "It's a habit. And that can't possibly be true. There's some Japanese that can do English accents for real." He entered in after Ian. The boy shoved his hands in his pockets and surveyed the area. They had a mixture of foods, but right now, Samson wasn't interested in any foods that were considered substantial. Besides the pleasure of Ian and him finally being together, one word was running through his mind. "Coffee." He ordered himself quietly. He needed coffee.

Now nothing can take you a w a y from me
We've been down that road before
But that's over now
You k e e p me comin' back for more

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

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Trying to keep her head clear of angry thoughts at Koido, Jesse continued wondering around. She was in search of someone to talk to, didn't matter the gender, in fact, she hoped it wasn't a male. Males she could become attracted to, and learn they're losers that fall asleep on you in theaters. While females, they were a different story. Although she was a flirt, Jesse was not the that way. And as she considered this thought, and decided a girl was the best to talk to in this current situation, she stumbled across one. She looked rather miserable as well. "you okay?" She asked in concern.

I don't care what she might think about me
She could vibe without me if she wants
well, I could be the one to take her home
Baby we could rock the night alone
If we never get down it wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forgettin' what you already know
that I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away

[K o h a k u-xoxo]

♥微笑经常♥

Sitting upward, ********* turned her head to cough, but found herself on hands and knees, regurgitating what was left floating about in her stomach. She emitted a groan as she dried her eyes, cheeks, and mouth with a sleeve. Her head was spinning and her vision blurring. She felt herself rocking slowly from side to side until she collapsed backwards atop Jesse's lap, unconcious.

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

[Bellatrix Raven Ja‘Dore]

Bella was slightly confused even when the girl left, and then after waiting for at least thirty minutes for Damien to say something she got up and left. She left her things in the room knowing she would be back in a few hours. But right now..She had a hair appointment. Bella loved getting her hair done, especially if she was getting a drastic change and today she was. She was getting rid of her blonde sun burst and going all black, and she was getting some extensions and maybe a weave for length. Bella also had decided to take out her nose piercing, it had been getting on her nerves lately, and she knew that being a CSI she wouldn’t be able to wear one on the job. So she was going to her the other side of her lip pierced today to make up for it. To a normal person her logic wouldn’t make any sense but to her it was a burst of creative genius.
Bella walked back to her dorm, grabbed up her purse and started down towards the hair salon with a big smile on her face.
It being such a nice day she thought it best if she walked instead of hitching a ride with some old man who she didn’t know. The walk was nice and it wasn’t to far to the little town that had the train station in it. Getting a little lost Bella roamed the streets ducking into random clothing stores and by the time she found the hair salon she had her arms full of bags from a punk store called ’Junkman’s Daughter’. Bella pushed the door open with her foot, and walked in to the dimly lit room. The smell of acrylic nail polish, melted wax, hair dye, and burning flat irons attacked her senses making her eyes water and her nose burn. Bella just shook her head and walked over to the front desk, the girl at the counter had star tattoos on the side of her face and she had hair that was similar to Bella’s, and on her name tag it read ’Erie’. Bella smiled as she addressed the girl and told her she had an appointment. Erie was smacking loudly on a large cube of pink bubble gum, and she looked up at Bella with very cold eyes ’In the back and to the left.’ The girl motioned to the back, and Bella followed the motion with a surprised look on her face. When she finally reached the back room, there was a women with long black hair who was also chewing rather loudly on a piece of pink bubble yum. Bella sat down in the chair, and told the women what she wanted.
The women worked in silence, not talking, just working. She cut and , rolled Bella’s hair into tin foil, and sowed the weave into the root of Bella’s hair. The whole process was painful and long , and gave Bella some burns on the back of her neck, also getting the weave in her hair made her scalp bleed slightly.
The women who went by the name of ’Stone’, asked Bella if she would like her makeup done. Bella hadn’t had a full make over in a while and thought ’What the hell, why not.” So Bella let Stone do her makeup. The hair dresser, put a lot less foundation on Bella’s face, which made her look more tan than she normally did. She also did her eyebrows, put on a nice smooth coat of eyeliner, and lots of mascara. Bella was handed a mirror and she gasped. She looked so different, she wasn’t pale anymore, her deep black hair made her look more natural. She loved it, while she was there she decided to go all out. She got her nails done, they were painted white with a little red and black heart in the center. After paying the bill for her beautification, Bella went to the bathroom and changed into her new favorite outfit, which consisted of black three inch heels, with new dark denim skinny jeans, and sky blue tube top. She put on some white hoop ear rings, a black X necklace, and a necklace with a little pink bear on it and in her hair she clipped a pink bow with black polka-dots. She walked from the salon, after scheduling her next hair appointment.
Bella had a new burst of confidence, so instead of getting a new piercings why not a new tattoo? She had four already but she wanted to get a nice big one this time, her other ones were small and couldn’t be seen unless she took off all her clothes. She decided to get one on her side, that would show when she wore bathing suits or if she wore shirt that showed her stomach. Bella entered the tattoo shop. She went up the manager who happened to be at the front desk, and asked for a music tattoo. She knew she could trust this guy with the design of her tattoo, because she saw his work all around the shop. He nodded and after around thirty minutes of sketching he came up with a nice design. Bella went to the back and took off her shirt, she wrapped herself in a towel that had been given to her before walking back to the artists tattooing station. She let her right side show, as she stood up and let the man tattoo her side.
After two or three hours of outlining, then another three hours of shading, Bella had gotten her tattoo. Bella went to look at it in the mirror, again she loved it. She knew the redness would go away soon, and after she was done looking at it the man put a piece of gauze over it. Bella pulled her shirt back on, paid, and walked out the door. Today had been a good day, she had gotten a makeover, a new wardrobe, and a tattoo. She hailed a taxi and rode back to the school, she had two arms full of bags, as she walked up to her dorm. Bella dumped, her things down on her bed, and winced. Her skin was tender around her tattoo but it was worth it. Bella, after putting away all her new things, walked from her dorm a big smile on her face. Most people wouldn't reconize her, but her perfect smile gave her away.

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

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

[ k ]umori [ u ]zumahi
私を放っておきなさい
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"Haha.. Yes, you are rambling again." Kumori smiled and pushed his food away, leaning on the table so his head was level with Hayate's. The smile was still on his face as he searched the other boy's face. Hayate was pretty, that was for sure. He sat back up and stretched. "It's okay, I've known people with worse 'episodes' than you. I've just.." He swallowed, resting his own intertwined hands at full arm length on the table in front of him. Admittance of crushes and such had never been easy for him. He looked down, then back at Hayate. "..I think I've liked you since.. Well, since I set eyes on you. Corny, I know.. But true.." He could feel more colour rising on his face as he looked down again. He kind of wondered what Hayate would say. Probably something about them just meeting and all that. Kumori sighed sadly. Why did these things never really work the way he wanted them to?


You and the m o o n are a beautiful sight to me.
The s t a r s in your eyes make it really hard to see you.
A night in the sun is all I r e a l l y want.
You and me with the best of b o t h for once.

[Bleeding_Flame]

Damien Shepherd

[******** it all and no regrets,
I hit the lights on these dark sets.
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free.

((Oh damn, sorry for not posting. I couldn't get on long enough over the weekend to post.))

Damien yawned a bit as he awoke from his nap. He had fallen asleep on the couch in the music room. He decided to head back to his dorm, guitar slung over his shoulder. He wanted to change his clothes, he hated wearing the same things he had taken a nap in. He walked towards the dorms with another yawn. He'd need some coffee, he was still pretty exhausted. And he would stay that way usually if he didn't get some caffeine.

After getting up to his dorm, he was in a slightly better mood than he had been. So he removed all his black clothing, and chose to take another shower. Getting nice and clean Damien shut off the shower then dried himself off. He hadn't seen his roommate since the first day so he decided he must be staying with that friend he had seen him with. He walked out with a towel around his waist and began getting dressed again. First a pair of dark blue denim jeans, his favorite pair. They weren't horrible tight but weren't baggy. Then came the shirt he had bought the day before coming here, a pair of fingerless gloves, a red leather belt with three rows of black studs. And to finish it off he pulled on a pair of vans high tops.

Before he left he did his usual routine with his hair. Straightening it and getting it just how he liked it. With his outfit done he headed out and decided to find his only friend so far, Bella. He felt a bit sorry for falling asleep and he had decided to apologize to her. The only problem was she seemed to had vanished.

I feel my world shake
Like an earthquake
Hard to see clear
Is it me? Is it fear?

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

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[ k ]oido [ f ]uhei
K0iiFiiSH__>>&& WH4T D0 ii KN0W 4NYW4Y<<____x bassguitarislove

"Ugh.. Why am I so pissed at her? I fell asleep. It's my ******** fault. God I'm such an a*****e.." Koido had managed to find himself a bottle of his favourite drink and was sitting at a table in the cafeteria with one hand on the giant can and the other in his now screwed-up hair. He wasn't drunk, he was just emotional. He'd gone through the '******** You' stage of his feelings after rejection, and was moving on to the '******** Me' stage. This cycle of emotion was completely normal for him, sort of. Usually he didn't reach the '******** Me' stage until the next day, and usually then he was headachey and hungover. Right now, he had this strange urge to go get a piercing or a tattoo. Well, he had seen a body art shop in town. Groaning and pushing himself up from the table, he tossed the giant MONSTER energy can and pulled out his car keys, stumbling slightly down the steps from the cafeteria. He passed what might have been Jesse and some Taiwanese-looking chick passed out on her lap. Funny, he didn't think Jesse swung that way. He shrugged and went on his way, unlocking his car nd sliding into the driver's seat. His hands were shaking. That meant that the B-12 in his energy drink was kicking in. Yep, definitely was. His eyes were open all the way, no chance of drooping now. Precariously, he pulled out of the college parking lot and sped off to the town.
In the next few minutes he found himself in the body art shop, looking at the various tattoos he could get. He debated getting a lip piercing. Shrugging, he picked a tattoo for his upper arm and a nice fishhook piercing for his lip. Koido had other tattoos, but they were in places that you just didn't see every day. He rolled up his shirt sleeve while both body artists tended to him at the same time. He'd planned this so that he could focus on pain in one area while ignoring pain in another. The tattoo artist started outlining the work of art Koido had picked, and the other body artist stood at the ready. Koido was biting his tongue as the inked needle repeatedly pierced his skin to create the black outlines for his tattoo. When the tattoo artist was half done with the black outlining, the other person proceeded to force a piece of metal into the left side of Koido's bottom lip. The gleaming black metal fishhook piercing curved around and out of his mouth. The metal felt funny against his teeth, but he figured he'd get used to it. Soon after, the tattooist was done with the outlining. Koido nodded and told the artist he'd be back later for the colour. The tattooist wrapped Koido's raw and red arm in gauze, and Koido paid and left. His hands in his pockets, he walked back to his car. He slid into the seat, buckled his belt, but didn't pull away. Something was nagging him. He felt some strange urge to call Jesse and apologize for completely screwing up their little date. He sighed, and got out his cell phone, holding it up to his head with one hand as he pulled away from the curb. Verbally he directed it to Voice Recognizer -> Name Dial -> Jesse. He sighed as it started ringing. "Come on Jesse, answer your phone. I'll end up seeing you at some point at school anyway. Answer, please. Come on."

Blue like w a t e r
Blue like h e a v e n is all of the time
I'm all right
I'm just gagging on all the all right
I'm so h a p p y
So happy
I'm in heaven
Yeah h e a v e n

[x3 U S A G I]

x3_Ian-Aii->[[I l0v3 maii b0yfrii3nd lyk3 wh04]] says:

Ian looked around the surroundings, spotting a couple. A boy with glasses and another boy with bubble-gum pink hair. The pink hair made Ian smile. Ian missed his own pink streaks he had when he was younger. Looking away from the couple, Ian followed Sam to the coffee shoppe. Nothing on the menu seemed appetizing. Perhaps Sam coming back had messed with his nerves, which in turn messed with his appetite. However, it had been his idea to come for breakfast so it would have been wrong of him not to order anything.

"Cappuccino," he said, standing next to his new boyfriend, tempted to grab for the boy once more.

"No one told me I was going to find you.
Unexpected what you did to my heart.
When I lost hope, you were there to remind me.
This is the start.”
Anastasia.

[x3 U S A G I]

Ma1chiik Gay__kiiss kiiss f411 iin l0v3! :3 _x3 says:

[[OH YEAH. I meant to put this on Ian's post. But Ian with Pink Streaks! Although I think they might be extensions or something.]]

Hayate's eyes widened as Kumori continued speaking. He stared across the table in shock. Sure, people had confessed crushes on him before, but this one completely threw him off guard.

"Let me get this straight. I just randomly kissed you because, self-admittedly, I'm kind of crazy," he let out a small cough, "And you like me?"

He raised an eyebrow, still staring across the table. The other male seemed to be completely serious about this. That was what shocked Hayate. He couldn't wrap his mind around the concept.

"And what's weird about all this is I might like you too."

“Malchik gay, Malchik gay,
I can be all you need.
Won’t you please stay with me?
Malchick Gay, Malchik Gay.”
-TATU

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

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She blinked, looking at the passed out girl on her lap. 'What is it with people and falling asleep and me. Do I look like a pillow today or something?' Frowning, she needed to do something with the girl. Jesse was touchy about people falling asleep on her, partially because of her 'don't touch me' policy, but when it was an intoxicated person, she felt the need to do something. Sitting her straight up, the petite girl realized, there was no way she was going to move her to the dorms herself.

The redhead pushed her off her lap, still carefully handling her. She made sure that the other girl was situated by a tree, and looked around. Her mobile began blasting Senor Senora Senorita, and without bothering to check the caller ID answered. Jesse said a little worriedly, "Wei?" She hardly noticed she wasn't speaking in English, the girl was too busy fretting over what to do with the girl.

I don't care what you might think about me
She could vibe without me if you wants
well, I could be the one to take you home
Baby we could rock the night alone
If we never get down it wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget what you already know
that I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

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[ k ]oido [ f ]uhei
K0iiFiiSH__>>4iiSHiiT3RU - Y0U KN0W WH0 Y0U 4R3<<____x bassguitarislove

"Jesse? It's Koido. Listen, don't hang up. I wanted to apologize for falling asleep on you today. It won't happen again. All right?" He had to swerve to avoid some old lady crossing the street. The sudden jerk of his arm muscle made him inhale through his teeth in pain. It'd jerked the raw skin around his new tattoo. He paused at a red light to check on his tattoo. The bleeding appeared to have stopped, but he knew better than to take the gauze off just yet. He licked his new lip ring. It felt weird to have the piece of metal in his mouth. It kind clinked against his teeth as he spoke into the phone. "So do you uh.. forgive me?" It was a long shot, but he figure'd he try and ask for forgiveness. He wanted another chance with the girl. Didn't know why, he just did.

Blue like w a t e r
Blue like h e a v e n is all of the time
I'm all right
I'm just gagging on all the all right
I'm so h a p p y
So happy
I'm in heaven
Yeah h e a v e n

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

[ k ]umori [ u ]zumahi
私を放っておきなさい
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"Yeah I do... and uh.. You uh.. Really?" Kumori's eyes widened as he looked down. Jeez, today wasn't turning out to be anything he'd imagined. If things went right, he might even have a boyfriend before it was out. "Wow.." He looked up at Hayate who was still staring at him from across the table. He had this urge to kiss him again. He bit his lip, trying to hold it back. He better not, he hardly knew him anyway. If Hayate's kiss hadn't been some symptom of some disorder her apparently had, Kumori would have kissed him back. "So uh.. what now?"


You and the m o o n are a beautiful sight to me.
The s t a r s in your eyes make it really hard to see you.
A night in the sun is all I r e a l l y want.
You and me with the best of b o t h for once.

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

Y0U'R3 50 V4iiN Y0U PR0B4BLY THiiNK THii5 50NG ii5 4B0UT Y0U
Jesse pulled the phone away from her ear, and pulled out the stylus. It lit up the screen, and sure enough it was Koido. She frowned, and clamped the phone back to her ear. She heard him apologize, but oddly enough, she didn't really care right now. Licking her lips and staring at the person that she had placed to lean against the tree for support, the girl sighed. Thinking of nothing but the girl's safety, she replied, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're sorry, got it. Now help me with this drunk girl, she passed out on me. Seems to me I'm pretty comfy or something if this keeps happening. Toodles."

She tapped the end button, and pocketed it without waiting for his response.Jesse had always been a person who never backed down first, not wanting to lose. But because Koido was saying sorry first, she figured he lost. So the scoreboard was in her favor. In a way, the redhead wasn't really in the mood to talk to him, but she needed help, and he was there. The girl against the tree had to be put somewhere, otherwise something could happen to her. There was enough idiots who would want to pull something on a drunk girl, she'd seen it attempted. All she hoped was the male would come quick and assist her in moving her to her dorm, and she'd be free to go.

I don't care what you might think about me
She could vibe without me if you wants
well, I could be the one to take you home
Baby we could rock the night alone
If we never get down it wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget what you already know
that I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away

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

ii D0 N0T L ii 3 K GR33N 3GGS && H4M, S4M ii 4M:

He tugged nervously on his shirt, fiddling with the loose fabric. He turned his face from both the cashier and Ian, feeling it become warmer. No matter how many times Sammy checked out, it was always the same story. He would be immensely embarrassed, stumble his way through the check out process, and leave feeling like a moron. Looking up at the menu momentarily, he croaked, "M-medium hazelnut, please." Because Samson was a coffee addict, it didn't really matter what kind of coffee it was, just as long as he had a cup or more a day. He got unusually chatty after his first cup, and a tad hyper. The effects shortly wore off, leaving him to be the normal quiet Sammy. Sometimes, he wished the hyper boy he became with the first cup was him all the time. For instance, right now, he wouldn't be feeling like his face was on fire.

Now nothing can take you a w a y from me
We've been down that road before
But that's over now
You k e e p me comin' back for more