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 百合咲 High School = Yuri Blossom High School Welcome to my Anime Roleplay!!
...:::Okay, LETS GET STARTED!!!:::... ToC; ll [»Opener«].[Plot].[Rules].[Profile Skeleton].[Profiles].[Open] ll |
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~*~ [T H I S] is the [S T O R Y ]~*~
Your parents have decided to send you, their little girl, to this school seeing that you really want to do things on your own and would like to go to this school. Although it was an all girls school your parents had accepted that you may not end up with the male gender while some other parents had a very hard time letting go of their little girl. Though this high school is very special and treats you like royalty so they have nothing to worry about. The school holds suites that room four girls per room. They are very large and quite fancy as well.
1 - Chairo 2 - Emiko, Tristan 3 - Rena 4 - Nyarai 5 - Killan, Zara 6 - Julie 7 - Margot ToC; ll [Opener].[»Plot«].[Rules].[Profile Skeleton].[Profiles].[Open] ll |
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~*~ [F O L L O W] these to [J O I N ]~*~
This is a Semi-literate role play. I don’t want to see chat speak or one liners please. Do not - - or * * for actions. A minimum of three sentences per post, though writes block is understandable. ||Two|| Please write in story from, not ‘I then walked over to you.’ Make it like this ‘He then walked over to him.' ||Three|| No GodModing, power playing, being invincible, auto hitting, or Meta-Knowledge unless approved by me via PMs. ||Four|| Romance is encouraged, but keep it cool and under no circumstances cyber on this thread. If you must take it to the PMs and leave it there. ||Five|| Don’t join this role play if you don’t intend to stay. If you lose the link just PM me and I’ll send it to you. ||Six|| If you don’t post within a long time you will be put on the black list, unless you have a good reason why you couldn’t. If you are going to be away for a long time, please let me know so I don’t put you on the black list. ||Seven|| No flaming here. I am strict on this rule so watch it. If you want to verbally fight with someone don’t talk in OoC, take it to the PMs. ||Eight|| Keep cursing to a minimum, that means yes you can curse but not every other word please. ||Nine|| When talking in out of character, please use, OoC, (( )), or {{ }}. Though if talking alot go to the OoC Board please. ||Ten|| You will get THREE warnings when you dont post in a while. The first is a simple PM, the second is a PM where I am going to be kinda pissed. By the third, that you havent posted since the first, you will be put on the black list and kicked out. People who give me a reason, this does NOT apply to you, dont worry. Other who are, pardon my FRENCH, lazy asses, will be thrown out. ||Eleven|| I can add/remove rules when I want. I am the moderator for this role play so if you have any questions, conscerns, or ideas, PM either of us titled 'about the RP'. ||Twelve|| Please PM Me profiles with the title as, 'Yuri High is For Me!' as the title please. Also put a heart somehwere in your profile. ||Thirteen|| NO AVERTISING!!!!!! IF YOU DO PREPARE TO BE FLAMED!!!! D:< ||Fourteen|| Follow Gaia's ToS!!! ||Fifteen|| Thank you for joining if you did and reading the rules ^^ ToC; ll [Opener].[Plot].[»Rules«].[Profile Skeleton].[Profiles].[Open] ll |
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~*~ [F O R ] the normal [H U M A N ]~*~
EXAMPLE: ++ W h e n ~I~ look in the ::mirror:: ~I~ s e e: {Put this in URL form!!} ++ The n a m e that was ::given:: to ~me~ is: {First, Middle, Last::: Put your Gaian name in (( ex: Keyashi )) } ++ The most recent ::c a n d l e s:: ~I~ have blown out on a ;;c a k e"" are: { __years old} ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::love:: are: {At least two things] ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::hate:: are: {At least two things] ++ ~I~ will beat [y]our a s s as: {What your race is} ++ The ::History:: b e h i n d ''these;; [e y e s] is: {atleast a paragraph!}] ++Other: {Write what you want here like personality} ++ This ::place:: i s ''so;; [MINE!]: {Your Dorm number} ++ ~I~ [might] like <33: {Pick or can put 'none yet'} [color=darkred][size=11]++ W h e n ~I~ [i]look[/i] in the ::mirror:: ~I~ [b]s e e[/b]: [/size][/color][size=10] {Put this in URL form!!}[/size] [color=darkred][size=11]++ The [b]n a m e[/b] that was ::[i]given[/i]:: to ~me~ is:[/size][/color] [size=10]{First, Middle, Last:::Put your Gaian name in (( ex: Keyashi )) }[/size] [color=darkred][size=11]++ The most [i]recent[/i] ::c a n d l e s:: ~I~ have [i]blown [/i]out on a ;;c a k e"" are:[/size][/color] [size=11]{ __years old}[/size] [color=darkred][size=11]++The [b]t[/b] h i n g s ~I~ ::[i]love[/i]:: are:[/size][/color] [size=10]{At least two things][/size] [color=darkred][size=11]++The [b]t[/b] h i n g s ~I~ ::[strike]hate[/strike]:: are:[/size][/color] [size=10]{At least two things][/size] [color=darkred][size=11]++ ~I~ [i]will [/i][b]beat [/b][y]our [b]a s s[/b] as:[/size][/color] [size=10]{What your race is}[/size] [color=darkred][size=11]++ The ::[i]History[/i]:: b e h i n d ''these;; [e y e s] is:[/size][/color] [size=10]{atleast a paragraph!}][/size] [color=darkred][size=11]++Other:[/size][/color] [size=10]{Write what you want here like personality}[/size] [color=darkred][size=11]++ This ::[i]place[/i]:: i s ''so;; [MINE!]:[/size][/color] [size=10]{Your Dorm number}[/size] [color=darkred][size=11]++ ~I~ [i][might][/i] like [b]<33[/b]:[/size][/color] [size=10]{Pick or can put 'none yet'}[/size] ToC; ll [Opener].[Plot].[Rules].[»Profile Skeleton«].[Profiles].[Open] ll |
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[T h e] [P r o f i l e s]
"Keyashi" ++ W h e n ~I~ look in the ::mirror:: ~I~ s e e: {Rena} ++ The n a m e that was ::given:: to ~me~ is: {Rena, Mireille, Shinamori (( Keyashi )) } ++ The most recent ::c a n d l e s:: ~I~ have blown out on a ;;c a k e"" are: {16 years old} ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::love:: are: {She loves to play the piano, also she loves things that are artsy.} ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::hate:: are: {She doesn't enjoy mean people and doesn't like bugs much either. She also doesn't like storms.} ++ ~I~ will beat [y]our a s s as: {Human} ++ The ::History:: b e h i n d ''these;; [e y e s] is: {Rena was always a sweet and adorable girl while she grew up. Though she did not grow up like her parents wanted her too. She began to like girls more then boys and it was a problem for her family. Rena believed girls were more caring and understanding than any boy could ever be. Finally accepting this fact her parents decided to send her to the one school where she could be the most happiest. They had heard of Yuri Blossom High and decided that it was the best place for her to do what she wanted. It was hard for them to let her go, but she was soon on her way to her new school.}] ++Other: {Rena is sweet and kind. Rena likes to have fun the most and can be very cocky and seductive sometimes. She teases and plays around a lot but that is just her. ++ This ::place:: i s ''so;; [MINE!]: {3} ++ ~I~ [might] like <33: {None yet} "Phantomofuropera" ++ W h e n ~I~ look in the ::mirror:: ~I~ s e e: This. ++ The n a m e that was ::given:: to ~me~ is: Margot Markov ((Phantomofuropera)) ++ The most recent ::c a n d l e s:: ~I~ have blown out on a ;;c a k e"" are: Eighteen ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::love:: are: Music, the night, art, riots. ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::hate:: are: Cockiness and drama. ++ ~I~ will beat [y]our a s s as: Vampiress. ++ The ::History:: b e h i n d ''these;; [e y e s] is: Born in Russia, Margot began her days of wandering early. She was abandoned by her family after they discovered her in bed with another woman, the one who turned her. Living(if you can call it that) in the poverty stricken streets of Moscow with hundreds of others turned her bitter quickly. In her teens, she grew attached to the members of society who chose to have their fun at night, becoming a usual at shady bars and high end clubs alike. She eventually met an older woman with a kind heart and deep pockets. The woman took Margot in, later sending her to Yuri High in hopes at setting Margot up with a better future. ++Other: Margot is cautious around those she doesn't know. She judges them quickly to decide how she will react. If you show her respect, you will receive the same. Margot isn't one to open up much, but can be a great confidant to anyone in need. She sticks by her friends, but can also hold a nasty grudge toward those who give her a reason to. ++ This ::place:: i s ''so;; [MINE!]: Seven. ++ ~I~ [might] like <33: None yet. "Princess of Faeries" ++ W h e n ~I~ look in the ::mirror:: ~I~ s e e: {I'm Just A Faker} ++ The n a m e that was ::given:: to ~me~ is: {Chairo Flynn Asher-Dumont ((Princess of Faeries)) } ++ The most recent ::c a n d l e s:: ~I~ have blown out on a ;;c a k e"" are: { S e v e n t e e n years old} ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::love:: are: {Adventures, needy people, whiny people and the night sky] ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::hate:: are: {Loud noises, excessive rambling and stupid questions] ++ ~I~ will beat [y]our a s s as: {Neko} ++ The ::History:: b e h i n d ''these;; [e y e s] is: {Chairo was born into a very wealthy Irish/Japanese mix of a family. Because she was the only child that her parents had, she was spoiled with everything that she could have ever wanted [[and more]]. When she was younger, her parents often tried to shield her from things that were happening in life, but it didn't quite work so well, because she ended up learning about them from someone else...like the Maids. Upon requesting coming to this school, she had had some trouble getting her father to agree. All her life she had been going to school's only the wealthiest and smartest of children could get into, and the sudden switch from that to an All Girl's School that was centered around girl on girl relationships came as a shock to him.}] ++Other: {Chairo is a very bitchy and manipulative girl. Because she doesn't talk much, she can come off as shy or secluded, but she's actually quite the opposite. She pretends to be a people pleaser, when really she's just gaining their trust so she could use it against them laster. She's a power addict, meaning that she likes to be in control of anything and everyone, and she'll do anything to feel like she's on top of people. [[If she really wants to be]]} ++ This ::place:: i s ''so;; [MINE!]: {One} ++ ~I~ [might] like <33: {N/A} "S A N DD Y S K II E S" ++ W h e n ~I~ look in the ::mirror:: ~I~ s e e: {HI!!!} ++ The n a m e that was ::given:: to ~me~ is: {Emiko Ai Sonokouu:::S A N DD Y S K II E S} ++ The most recent ::c a n d l e s:: ~I~ have blown out on a ;;c a k e"" are: {Fifteen years old} ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::love:: are: {♥Sweets ♥Horses ♥Romance Songs ♥Horrific Comedies ♥Adventure Movies ♥Wine with Orange Soda and Canada Dry Mixed Together ♥Mystery Books ♥Hair Dye} ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::hate:: are: {✖Romance Movies ✖Mickey Mouse ✖Chocolate ✖Tattoos ✖Gingerbread Men ✖Hot Chocolate ✖Math Class} ++ ~I~ will beat [y]our a s s as: {Human} ++ The ::History:: b e h i n d ''these;; [e y e s] is: {Born in a 34 by 8 foot trailer in Fredricksburgh, Texas Emiko didn't have the easiest life in the world. Her mother married at thirteen to a twenty-two year old a year before Emiko was born. When she was two her father was shot the towns people thinking that he was a *****, when in reality he was in 'love'. So her mother took her and relocated to Tokyo, Japan to live with her grandmother. Afterwards Emiko's mother abanoned her to live a partially normal life with darling old grandmama. Life was good until she found out that she liked girls, her grandmother still accepted her, though the rest of the fmaily secluded themselves away from her as much as possible. When her grandmother sent her to Yuri High it was the happiest she ever felt.}] ++Other: {Emiko is the all around happy go lucky chick, she has the type of personality that makes her hard to hate. Charismatic, cheerfully, preppy, and all around friendly it seems like there's nothing wrong with her. Of course she has her wild party girl side always sneaking about to get from one place to another, drinking, and wild dancing, sometimes going off with girls or woman that she doesn't even know. Just your average teen girl.} ++ This ::place:: i s ''so;; [MINE!]: {2} ++ ~I~ [might] like <33: {N/A} "Alice Cullen jr" ++ W h e n ~I~ look in the ::mirror:: ~I~ s e e: Looking back at me ++ The n a m e that was ::given:: to ~me~ is: {Julie Rose Black (( Alice Cullen jr } ++ The most recent ::c a n d l e s:: ~I~ have blown out on a ;;c a k e"" are: { 17} ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::love:: are: {Jelly Beans, Coke-A-Cola, Music, Midnight, Art] ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::hate:: are: {Spiders, The color Pink, Blood, angry people] ++ ~I~ will beat [y]our a s s as: {Human} ++ The ::History:: b e h i n d ''these;; [e y e s] is: {Julie's mother and father were always accepting, but a little too accepting in Julie's mind. see, she's not sure if she's gay or not, but her parents think she's just "in the closet" and sent her here, when in fact she's not at all sure. still Julie just shrugged her shoulders and got ready to have a new chapter in her life, no use whining in her book. Hello Yuri High!! }] ++Other: {Write what you want here like personality} ++ This ::place:: i s ''so;; [MINE!]: {6} ++ ~I~ [might] like <33: {not quite sure} "ADV3RAG3" ++ W h e n ~I~ look in the ::mirror:: ~I~ s e e: {Wolf in sheeps clothes} ++ The n a m e that was ::given:: to ~me~ is: {Tristan Cassette Grey ((ADV3RAG3))} ++ The most recent ::c a n d l e s:: ~I~ have blown out on a ;;c a k e"" are: {9Teen, I was held back.} ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::love:: are: {/+/Music /+/Night time /+/Rooftops /+/Antiques] ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::hate:: are: {/-/Growing up /-/Authority /-/Seizures /-/Drugs] ++ ~I~ will beat [y]our a s s as: {No clue.} ++ The ::History:: b e h i n d ''these;; [e y e s] is: {I was adopted almost seconds after birth. Guess they couldn’t wait to snatch me up? My mommy and daddy loved me like you wouldn’t believe, I was thier only child and they just kept saying I was a miracle. They locked me up in private schools and big suburban houses, I was comparably miserable and my only escape was a girl named Hail and all her pretty pills. That’s about when I started living. I became completely nocturnal, hardly ate and could only sleep with the sun knocking outside my window. Tons of teenage boys called me beautiful but they were never any fun, all they wanted was a trip in your pants, I found girls to be much better. About a month ago, after having mommy and daddy dearest give me warning after warning with no punishment I found a pretty car. It wasn’t mine but I crashed it anyway. I got held back and school and when I got back into the system they enrolled me here and now.} ++Other: {You could probably get away with saying that she has two, that’s the basis of her “emotional instability.” There is the day time Carmen who is relatively sweet, shy and usually pretty quiet. Then there is the alter Carmen. A sort of loudmouth version that comes out when frustrated, in a group of close friends or most commonly when she’s working on her computers. Her self image is pretty terrible and it’s easy to see by the way she walks around that she’s insecure.} ++ This ::place:: i s ''so;; [MINE!]: {Dorm 2} ++ ~I~ [might] like <33: {Myself.} "ErinRoxenul" ++ W h e n ~I~ look in the ::mirror:: ~I~ s e e: {Framing an angular face of high cheekbones and a distinguished nose and jawbone, eschew locks of silken hair the hue of burnt umber fall down onto soft skin that stretches over the surface of muscles that reside on a sturdy set of bones. Her eyes appear to be a archerontic shade of caliginous brown. The layer of cilium that arise from the edges of her eyelids are brutally dark and even more so short. With skin the hue of milk chocolate and a formidable stature of about six feet, she poses as a distinct young woman.} ++ The n a m e that was ::given:: to ~me~ is: {Nyarai, Lahn, Simmons} ++ The most recent ::c a n d l e s:: ~I~ have blown out on a ;;c a k e"" are: { 16 years old} ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::love:: are: { Cinnamon Mornings Waking Up Nutmeg Eggnog Warmth Arguing} ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::hate:: are: { The Cold Being Tired Spearmint Peppermint } ++ ~I~ will beat [y]our a s s as: {Shape-Shifter} ++ The ::History:: b e h i n d ''these;; [e y e s] is: { Originating in the Arabic nation of Egypt, Nyarai Crems was born as the daughter of a native woman, and a british scientist who had been born in the same land as she. Nyarai was taken at the age of seven from her land to the Americas, a new and strange place, where she lived with one of her father's friend, a Native American ExoBilogist who, unknowing how to care for her, sent the young woman to this school after catching her with one of her teachers.}] ++Other: {Nyarai loves the fight, chase, and aggression of the world. She lives for those moments. She sees people who spare acts of kindness unselfish, and often tries to commit to one act of kindness for each day before she does something stupid as Nyarai is often prone to do.} ++ This ::place:: i s ''so;; [MINE!]: {Four} ++ ~I~ [might] like <33: { 'none yet'} "OMGKitsune" ++ W h e n ~I~ look in the ::mirror:: ~I~ s e e: { Clicky } ++ The n a m e that was ::given:: to ~me~ is: {Killan Kunai Kitsune((OMGKitsune)) } ++ The most recent ::c a n d l e s:: ~I~ have blown out on a ;;c a k e"" are: { _Sixteen_years old} ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::love:: are: {Soccer, Sword fighting, bunnies, hats and horror movies] ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::hate:: are: {Vegetables, history, pink] ++ ~I~ will beat [y]our a s s as: {Wolf hybrid} ++ The ::History:: b e h i n d ''these;; [e y e s] is: {Killan is very rough around the edges. She hung out with the boys playing sports going to the arcades, getting the latest fighting games. Her parents tried and tried to get her to wear dresses but it never succeded. She realized that she started to like girls more than guys, she saw the guys more are comrades than anything. Her parents noticed finally and though at first they were freaked out, they never really came to accept it and when they found out about the school, shipped her there in hopes that she would at least be out of their hair. But Killan didn't care, she was glad to be out of their hair as well.}] ++Other: {She is playful in nature and always ready for any adventure. She will talk to anone but she dosen't make someone a friend easily. She is loud and slightly obnoxious but dosen't really care at all about that. She dosen't hold grudges easily but nstead will shout it out till things come to terms or someone walks away with a blood soaked nose. } ++ This ::place:: i s ''so;; [MINE!]: {5} ++ ~I~ [might] like <33: {None yet heart } "T r u n k -M o n k e e-" ++ W h e n ~I~ look in the ::mirror:: ~I~ s e e: {Moi~<3} ++ The n a m e that was ::given:: to ~me~ is: {Zara, Marcia, Sinclaire} (( T r u n k -M o n k e e- )) } ++ The most recent ::c a n d l e s:: ~I~ have blown out on a ;;c a k e"" are: {Seventeen} ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::love:: are: --Funky outfits --Colors --Sleeping --Music --Chips of any kind --Accesories ++The t h i n g s ~I~ ::hate:: are: __Plain things __Boring people __Being told what to do __Physical Labor __Strong smells __Jerks ++ ~I~ will beat [y]our a s s as: {Gifted Human} ++ The ::History:: b e h i n d ''these;; [e y e s] is: {All her life Zara has been bounced around like a ball from family to family. Once she got settled into one family the next thing you knew they were already tired of her, or they just couldn't handle her personality. So what? She was introduced to many things in her life which caused her to be the way she is today. Thank goodness that the whole bouncing of the families stopped when she hit thirteen. A nice couple took her in since they saw she was unique in a way, and something about her would possibly change all of their lives forever. And that's what exactly happened. Ever since then she's been living a some-what normal life by her standards, and wouldn't change it for the world.} ++Other: {Zara's personality varies from time to time. Mostly she's quiet and reserved. Her looks are the total opposite though. That's only because you dont fully know her yet. Once you do though she's quite different in a way and she likes for things to go how she pictures them. But she's not all fun and laughs all the time. When she's serious, then she's serious and just like her colorful outfit, she has a colorful vocabulary to match.} ++ This ::place:: i s ''so;; [MINE!]: {Five} ++ ~I~ [might] like <33: {None...yet.}quote] ToC; ll [Opener].[Plot].[Rules].[Profile Skeleton].[»Profiles«].[Open] ll |
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Margot had arrived at the school late the night before. Her room was squared away, everything unpacked. It was early now, a few hours before noon. Margot sat on her bed, strumming away on her black acoustic guitar. Her neck was bent as her emerald eyes followed her ghost-like fingers as they stretched for each chord. Filtered sunlight shone through the windows in her room, illuminating her pale skin. Her crimson lips parted as she let out a shallow sigh. "E B G A C" The chords sang out softly into the hallway as her hands moved. |
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This was going to be new to her. Her large eyes blinked a gew times before she looked around. She adjusted her black sweater and brushed out her whitish cream skirt. She soon pulled her things through the doors. This place was so big! Rena almost couldn't believe her eyes really. She looked at a piece of paper she had which said her room number. It said three so she knew it wasn't far. Once she found her room she slipped the key in before opening the door. Her eyes widened as she looked around. It was the a suite! A large smile came to her face as she looked around and laughed happily. She unpacked everything and took one of the four large beds inside the room. She began to wonder who her roommates were going to be.
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Julie kept her eyes on her thick soled combat boots as she walked to her dorm. part of her wanted to scream and the other part of her told her to quit whining and look at the positive. her parents loved her, they would accept her no matter what, and she had a new opportunity in front of her. still she came to dorm 6,unpacking only her easel, piano keyboard and her bedding leaving her door open. |
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Margot's playing stopped for a moment She cocked her head slightly and listened. "Hmm.. I have a neighbor.." She thought to herself. The heavy boots on her feet made a loud thud when they hit the floor of her room. She turned and placed her guitar on the bed before she continued on. Margot paused, feeling a pain in her back. She reached upward, tilting her head back as she rocked onto her tiptoes. Her long mohawk brushed the back of her studded jacket as she stretched, the rim of her tattered black shirt rising slightly to reveal her toned stomach. Content, she let her arms fall to her sides. Margot stepped out of dorm seven and moved toward the noises she heard. |
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 3miko @i Ikagi Emiko hummed happily as she turned up the radio, which blasted Love Shine out of the speakers. Words blasted out at a fast up beat tune making her sway to the beat. A margarita glass hung loosely between her fingers a deep red orange color being illuminated by the lamp standing by her bed. She sipped the liquid freely enjoying the dry, sugary taste that flooded into her mouth. A wine bottle stood on her desk the green glass making in reflection on the clear ones of the Sunkist and Canadian Dry bottles. "Kamisama Onegai Chotto yuuki wo kudasai Mou sukoshi de "SUKI" tte iesou na no Ari no mama de Butsukatte Sunao ni natte Koi no ATAKKU!! Ima wo kanjite Omoikkiri Egao de ikou!! She sang along loudly as the music pounded against the walls, again she sipped her drink placing it down on the desk to adjust her yellow and green bikini, her fingers tightened the two belts that lined her purple jeaned hips. Again her rainbowed nailed fingers picked up the glass and she continued to sawy her hips, sing loudly to the music and drink, sperating herself from the whole of the outside world. |
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lying on her bed she had an inspiration and quickly looked for her paint cloths. she found them a moment later and peeled off her black Veronicas Band -T and skinny jeans and traded them for a black paint spattered tank top and just off jean shorts, forgetting she had left her dorm room open and began painting , letting her brush strokes take over her , her mind running wild as she painted something she had seen years ago. over three years ago her dad had taken her to a Three Days Grace concert and the slight fog that held over the stadium mixed with the different colored lights was amazing. the image had come free from her mid and was now on its way tot he canvas |
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All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful  No, she’d never had to share a room before, and no this was not her kind of school. Tristan Grey’s kind of school probably didn’t exist on the planet earth and perhaps not even the current universe she occupied. She could not whistle and yet for the past five she had been desperately trying to carry a tune as she searched for her dorm. She needed something to sustain her attention span which currently did not exist at all. Her hands wrapped around her shoulders and she looked around again, the world. Of course she was forced to take the bus here having no license currently and she was much older than most of the other girls that she’d soon be interacting with. She’d seen her class schedule and was a bit surprised. It had been about a year since she’d even been in school. She hated not being home, she’d get horribly homesick eventually and would have trouble sleeping in a new place. Sighing she stood and put her hands behind her head, ”Yeah, welcome to your new home.” As she said this she heard the music, and looked from the door that it pumped from to the number she had scrawled on her arm, stupendous. A knock would be useless, whoever was on the other side wouldn't here it, she opened the door without one, hell it was her dorm too. » | G | r | e | y | is | my | favorite | color | I felt so | s | y | m | b | o | l | i | c | yesterday If I knew | P | i | c | a | s | s | o | I would buy myself a grey | g | u | i | t | a | r | and play |
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