3M3RLii3 UNiiV3RSiiTY [OPEN&&ACCEPTING]

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[[D3m3tr1Dynam1t3]] ii d0n‘t danc3 d3ar35t_x3 says:

Demetri made futile attempts to follow along only to become lost in the rountine. He shook his head side to side. There was no way this girl, a girl whose name he didn't even know, would make him understand the rountine. No way she was going to get him to dance. It was a simple concept. Demetri Nicholas Searle simply did not dance.

"Sorry, chickie, it's just not going to happen," he informed the girl, "I can't dance. I just don't have the dancing gene. Perhaps one of my older sisters got that gene." He gave the girl a smirk and sat back down on the step.



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

"When you're at the mercy of a barrel of a gun and psychotic man on the street, you tell me how quick material things lose their value. Doesn't matter who's looking out for you when the metal's to your head and his finger is on the trigger," Ian replied, almost coldly. He had almost lost his life that night. He had almost ended up the headline of the ten o'clock news, and it wasn't in the way he wanted to be known.

The blond walked down the stairs, intent on dropping the subject and making the best of the new environment.

"But whatever man," he added on, rather late, "The room's locked nonetheless." Another casual shrug and an enigmatic smirk later, Ian walked outside and stopped at the top of the stairs.

"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

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

ayame mitsui
MmM... BuBBL3Z
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ayame laughed as the boy tried to keep up to her high-energy routine. it was really comical to watch. but when he gave up, she pouted.

"aww.. you don't even bob your head to a beat?"

she stuck out her lower lip as far as it would go, and put on a sad face, walking over slowly and dramatically to turn off her music. then she sat down sheepishly on the step above the one the boy was seated on, and hunched her shoulders, making her look a rather pathetic example of a girl. it really wrenched at one's heart to see her, even if it was just an act.

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

kyoshi mitsui
LiiF3'S 4 G4MBL3

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kyoshi nodded and relaxed himself. he'd been holding his breath while she took the photograph. he breathed rather rapidly, and his chest probably would have blurred. that would have taken the focus off his pose and onto his chest. he walked back down the path toward her.

"don't worry about being bossy. i'm used to it, what with being in a band a while back and all. fans are always wanting pictures. you don't act much like a fan, though, so i can tolerate it."

he flashed her a smile - his first smile all day - and looked over her shoulder at the camera.

"how'd it turn out?"

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kumori uzumahi
私を放っておきなさい
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"really? you collect hello kitty? that is so awesome!"

the boy could not contain his excitement at the fact. he jumped off the bed, grabbed his collection bag, and sat down on the floor in front of the pretty little japanese boy. he opened the bag and carefully took out the contents, displaying them on the floor with the utmost care. there were things from hello kitty plushies to hello kitty safety pins. from hello kitty cell phone bling to hello kitty soda cans. it was a hello kitty obsessor's dream.

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[[D3m3tr1Dynam1t3]] ii d0n‘t danc3 d3ar35t_x3 says:

Demetri leaned back on the steps, stretching out his legs and resting on his elbows. He glanced up at Aya, shaking his head.

"That isn't dancing, you know?" he replied, smiling, "But I can do that. So I guess I'm not totally hopeless."

He felt akward talking to a complete stranger. Dancing with one was even weirder. Yet somehow, the boy was finding it hard to care much at the moment. She didn't seem like trouble, and she was cute. It beat staring at passerbys.



“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“

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

Jesse looked up from her camera to meet the eyes of her companion. 'A band?' Her dark eyes lit up with interest. She had to admit, she liked guys that were musicians. Perhaps not this guy, but others, definitely. Suddenly it occurred to her, she was in the midst of a what might be a celebrity. Not that the nineteen year old cared, being non materialistic had it's upsides, but she should keep the photo to herself, in case some fan girl wanted to get a hold of it.

"I think it came out pretty great, why don't you check for yourself?" The photographer responded, removing the strap from around her head. Jesse approached him, and held the camera out to for him to see.

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Ma1chiik Gay__Bunnii Luffl35 j00 x3 says:

Hayate stared at the vast amount of Hello kitty merchandise that was now spread out on the empty portions of the floor. He noticed everything from plushies to pins. It put his own childish antics to shame. Still, the childish grin was pasted across his face, and he managed to let out a "squee" sound, which would have sounded awkward had his voice not been slightly higher than most eighteen year olds.

"So, Mori-kun, what are you here for?" questioned the small Asian boy, "I'm majoring in graphic design and fashion designing! I love making clothes!" He pulled the blanket off his frame, revealing his shirt. It was black with an odd intricate lace pattern on the sleeves. It was in no means masculine. He grinned nonetheless.

"I made this!" he exclaimed pointing at his shirt.

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

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ayame mitsui
MmM... BuBBL3Z
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ayame smiled, then realized she'd never introduced herself.

"oh, forgive me! i'm ayame mitsui, i've been here for a year."

she smiled and leaned forward, resting her head on her knees sideways, looking directly at the boy. he wasn't bad to look at. she was still breathing slightly heavily from her high-energy dance routine, but she breathed through her nose instead of her mouth. she was almost positive that her breath wasn't that pleasant right now.

"i'm majoring in musical theory and graphic design., in case you were wondering."[/collor]

[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.


Damien cocked his head to one side. "You know you take things way to seriously sometimes my friend..I was trying to have an innocent conversation, you didn't have to tell about that..although it does help me get a better view on who you are.." His friends had often told him how much they hated when he did this. He would often twist people into talking about themselves even when they refused to say anything directly. Then he would play it off like the conversation hadn't even been serious for him. He was as some people have called him, 'A manipulative b*****d.'

He looked around the campus as they made it outside. While thinking on which way they should head first he felt something jab him in his pocket. Reaching in he drew out an unopened chocolate bar, he felt almost giddy. Damien, as 'manly' as he was. Felt like a schoolgirl when he had chocolate. He loved it with a burning passion. He quickly tore a piece of the wrapping off and bit into it. He had forgot that he bought it not but two hours ago. He grinned and turned to Ian, "You like chocolate Ian?.."

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

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kyoshi mitsui
LiiF3'S 4 G4MBL3

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kyoshi examined the picture closely. it looked really quite good. it was like he was studying the campus from an angle. the image of his back and shoulder added a bit of mystery, along with the fact you couldn't see his face. he smiled.

"it looks really great."

he straightened and held out his left hand - he was left handed - to shake hers.

"hi, i'm kyoshi mitsui."

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

"Whoa, you were seriously lost in the music, weren't you?" Zander said, smirking at the boy.

Zander loved at the feeling. He got it everytime he picked up an instrument, even the violin. Despite his appearance, Zander had the ability to play even the classical things. He had played the violin as long as he could remember, with guitar following not far behind.

"I know the feeling. Feels great to get lost in music."

Zander wasn't too great at small talk. He knew that much, but music was one thing he could go on for days about.

“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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[[D3m3tr1Dynam1t3]] ii d0n‘t danc3 d3ar35t_x3 says:

Demetri gazed up at the girl for a moment. She certainly didn't look as old as she was. She looked much younger, and he figured that would come in handy when she grew older. She had a doll-like appearance to her which intrigued Demetri. It certainly wasn't the style one saw around his hometown a lot.

"Demetri Searle, age 20. First year student," he said, grinning, "I waited a few years to get started. Partially regret it, but can't change the past. Majoring in psychology, minoring in anthropology."



“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“

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

The girl beamed proudly at the praise. No matter how many people told her she had talent, she always was pleased when anyone complimented her. Jesse took back the camera and tucked it safely away in her bag once more. She extended her hand and grabbed Kyoshi's and gave it a few good shakes before releasing. "The name's Jesse Leong. Nice ta meetcha." The petite female nodded cheerfully.

This whole day was exciting, returning to campus for her sophomore year, Jesse was familiar with the campus already. Nevertheless, she never passed up the first day to photograph new pictures. The vibe of the school was too good to refuse, buzzing with new and returning students trying to get situated.

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

Ian shook his head, "I'm not hungry."

It wasn't a lie. Ian hadn't been very hungry lately. He couldn't explain why either. Perhaps nerves about going to college. He hadn't thought much about it, but that seemed like a logical reason.

"Appetite's been pretty dead lately," he added, glancing around at his surroundings. His eyes fell upon two boys under a tree. For a moment, he swore he saw Sam. However, realizing the chances of this were slim to none, he looked away not giving it a second thought.

"Let's go that way," said Ian, pointing in the opposite direction of the tree. Ian didn't want to think about Sam, or Kyo, or anything else from his music days.

"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