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Post: 71822437_31 created on Sun, 12 Jun 2011 07:59:37 +0000
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My name is :: Tatyana van Kwil

Some like to call me :: Anna or Tat

I'm this many :: Twenty-seven

I stand at :: Five feet and six inches

Weighing in at :: One hundred and thirty-four pounds

Blowing out my candles on :: 4th of Winter

Isn't it obvious :: Female

I make a living by :: Nail Technician at the Hair Salon where all the gossips at!

Sexuality :: Heterosexual

I live in :: The inn.

My journal :: In my purse.

Theme Song :: My Little Garden

Get me that ::
❤ Gossip, what normal person doesn't love gossip? I mean, it's just so great! It really helps more than it hurts. You get to make friends with others who gossip and learn who not to become friends with because of gossip. It's great.
❤ Men who buy me things, I refuse to hang around with tightwads. I'm a goddess and deserve to be pampered, dammit.
❤ Fighting, it's another really good way to find out who you can really trust. All the deep, dark s**t comes out during a good fight.
❤ Accessories, I'd really die if I didn't have a gorgeous purse and jewelry that matched every outfit I had. They are all so necessary!
❤ Attention, it's not like I'm an entirely needy puppy or anything. I just enjoy attention. I like people talking about me whether it be good or bad, at least they know who I am.

Get that the ******** away ::
☠ Most girls, is it just me or have girls lately really dropped a lot? They're all either retarded, doormats, too nice, too perfect, or just plain hideous.
☠ Boring people, I'm the kind of girl that craves something fun to talk about and if you're the kind of person who never has anything cool to say, then I hate you.
☠ Music that doesn't have a good beat, both of my brothers have the worst taste in music. I swear. I prefer to listen to pop and soft rock.
☠ Being turned down, is their anything more embarrassing then putting yourself out there for some guy and him being all "umm. No." Not that this has ever happened to me. I just wouldn't like it if it did...
☠ Not getting attention, I hate it when I walk by or into some place and no one even looks. I then have to do something like sneeze or cough or yell at some low-life which then brings me back to where I need to be. Stared at.

and I'm terrified of :: Getting old, my stuff burning, and deer. Creepy little ********, they can smell you from a mile away and can kill you with one kick. No thank you.

History ↘↘
XXXXXXXX My childhood was pretty boring. I'm the middle child, so I never really had much alone time. I do have good brothers, though. They're the only people I actually can say I care about. Well, mom and dad too. But, I've had some rough times with them not wanting to spoil me as much as I felt I needed... Ridiculous, right? When I started school, I hated it. I frankly just don't test well which made my life suck. But, I got through it somehow and managed to make a few friends along the way. Although I love gossip and talking to people, I have this weird not trusting people thing. So, it was never really a problem for me to just leave everything behind and move with my brothers.

So, here we finally are on this new little island where we miraculously all found jobs! That's pretty exciting, especially since I got a job at the hair salon! I took cosmo in school, and love doing my own nails, so this should be easy, right?

Not much happened over the course of time after we moved here. We're still staying at the inn because the people are so nice and it's just cheaper in the short run to pay rent then to worry about buying a dumb house. Of course the living arrangements are still kind of weird, we get over it. The people here aren't as bad as I thought they would be, but that still doesn't mean I'm going to treat them any nicer. Screw that. I need to keep authority. I still have the same job in the salon, I'm so used to it by now. I can't afford any changes.

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Teagan was rubbing his stomach and staring off into the clouds when Nowe began pestering him with his questions. That was not relevant at all. He could've just been a nice knight-thing and pointed him in the right direction, but noooo. He had to get all technical and bring up scaly pets. Had he mentioned something like that? This man made it seem like... oh. Yes. That. He smirked at the boy and placed his hand back on his hip from his belly, that meant things were getting serious. "Ay, a captain's scaly pet is his most treasured item, my boy. It's like some kind of delicious fried banana. Just imagine peeling back the pan--. Arrr, I mean the peel on that wondrous and delicious masterpiece. That's what it's like, me boy. Throbbing in the heart o----." He had walked over towards the man during his spiel and placed his hip hand on the man's shoulder. Not like a creepy across the back holding you shoulder or something, but just delicately placed on the shoulder closest to his center. He raised his hand to his chin when he was distracted by the arrival of two people he was very familiar with. He wasn't stroking his chin for fun, no the only thing he stroked for fun was his... what was it again? Ah yes. Bandana. The bandana placed around his head. He then began to focus on the duo that happened upon their little conversation. He smiled at the two of them, realizing who they were. "Arr! These be me shipmates, boy." Just as quickly as he could get the small introduction out of the way, Sara was pulling him aside. Probably so they could get back to some more of that passionate lovemaking that never really had happened yet but that he fantasized about so much that it seemed totally real. He smiled at her and pulled her hand away from him then stopped to stand beside her. He quickly wrapped his non-dagger hand around her in the creepy back way. He then pulled her closer and squeezed her upper arm while doing so. "This be Sara. The keeper of me peel." He looked at the man with a large grin, knowing that he would totally relate the story that he had told him earlier. Even though he barely remembered it himself. People were a good supplement to Teagan's pirate. He had didn't pay attention to much and oftentimes forgot whatever he had. So, they were good for him. Good, good people.

He stood there, smiling away and holding her in his arm. He had finally realized that he had been staring into her eyes creepily for long enough and let go of her to waltz over to where Dag was standing. "This one right here..." He walked up to Dag and tapped his cheek gently with his moving around and not stationed on his dagger hand. "Is Dag. I always remember his name because my hand is always on my dagger. So when my hand is on him, my hand is on dagger. So, it's like a chain reaction for me to touch things that start with dag. Since I can't think of any other words that start with them letters, methinks that's the only thing I'll ever touch and remember such as that." He smiled and patted Dag's cheek with a large smile before moving back to stand next to the lovely lady. He restrained himself from just grabbing her right there, however, and stood with one hand on his hip again and the other still holding the dagger tight. He turned to look at Sara, his eyes naturally trailing to her chest as he spoke to her. He had the dagger, he could look at whatever bewbies he wanted. "Back to what ye said, me lass. No, well. At least not yet, don't have a reason. Yet." This of course led him to smirk over at the boy, just to try to intimidate him, but then his mind was quickly gone once more. "How good does a large glass o' rum sound? Damn good. That's how." He let out a sigh from the depths of his lower intestine, because that's where deep breaths come of course.

He scratched his head in deep thought on what he should say next but was quickly decided for him when he saw Dag go down. "Hmm. Seems we got ourselves a man down." One would think that he would be a little more upset, or any at all. But, it didn't seem to phase him any. Then again, nothing ever did. It was the fact that so much miserableness had been shed and his life was only getting shorter. There was no way he was going to cry over a little bit of spilt Dag. "Aww, don't leave us now, me boy. It's just getting fun around here." He pulled out his dagger and placed his tongue gently against the blade for some emphasis to how fun this really was. Tasting rust and metal and old juices from things he couldn't quite remember screamed fun to him and all those around him. "Lead me and me crew to the inn would ya? First rounds on us, then ye do whatever ye damn well please. And so will we." He put his dagger back and smirked over at Sara who would surely recognize that same old glimmer in his eye that could only scream pillage the whole ******** place.

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My name is :: Laurent James Scott

Some like to call me :: Laurent

I'm this many :: Nineteen

I stand at :: Five feet and eleven inches

Weighing in at :: One hundred and thirty-one pounds

Blowing out my candles on :: Fourteenth of Spring

Isn't it obvious :: Male

I make a living by :: Unknown~

Sexuality :: Homosexual

I live in :: Unknown~

My journal :: Under my mattress

Theme Song :: Path of Repentance

Get me that ::
❤ Exotic things, everything from animals to men. I can't get enough of anything that you can't normally find. A strong accent, a strange color, ahhh~
❤ Suits, I enjoy looking my sharpest and nothing does that better than a nice suit.
❤ Theater, no I don't mean a cinema either. If I meant cinema I would have said cinema. I enjoy all forms of dramatic expression, especially if it means that their will be tights involved.
❤ Family and friends, yes, yes, I know it's cliche. Duh, Laurent. You obviously like them, I mean you choose your friends and everyone likes at least part of their family. Well, you don't understand what it's like to actually hate all other people. These chosen few mean a lot.
❤ Books, I enjoy being holed up in the house with nothing more than the soft sound of music playing, a cup of hot tea beside me, and a book in my hand. The only thing that could possibly make that better is if it were pouring down the rain. It paints such a relaxing image.

Get that the ******** away ::
☠ Facial hair, I cannot stand it on me and I hate it on all others. It just looks so weird, like you taped pubic hairs to your face or something. Who wants that?
☠ Bright colors, I don't enjoy much of flashy things at all. But, these are by far the worst. If you have to wear it you are obviously looking for attention.
☠ Loud music, I guess this really boils down to obnoxious and rude people. But, loud music is the biggest of my worries with that type. I have sensitive ears and cannot stand that sort of thing.
☠ People, there's just something about 90% of people that drives me insane. I can't stand to even be around most, let alone hold a conversation. It's just a horrendous thought. I find this to be a daily struggle for me, waking up and worrying about all the types of people I will meet gets tiring.
☠ The few that give gays a bad name, you know the type. The ones that have an orgasm over fluffy things. I mean, who really does that? No one thinks your cute. You might get a pity ********, but you'll end up alone.

and I'm terrified of :: Being hit by a car. I had nightmares about on a regular basis as a small child and it just seems so real now. I try to avoid roads at all costs.

History ↘↘
XXXXXXXX I grew up the youngest of a small family in northern Vermont. I was always babied and got all of the attention I could ever want from most of the family. So, I was never much inclined to go outside of our lovely abode to find companionship. I guess that's why I'm the hermit-type that I am. I spent a lot of time around the sibling closest to my age, time makes the biggest reason, I suppose. Our relationship back then probably relates to our moving here together now. I found that I always preferred to watch my mother in the kitchen then to watch the boys with their cars or football with dad. But, that isn't that weird of a thing. It's not like I'm one of those freaks that thinks they're born gay and showed all of this gay stuff as a child. I was the youngest, my older brothers were jocks and jerks. Of course I would want to hang out with mom.

So, how did I figure out I was gay? Well, it started in high school when I was trying to figure out why I had never asked a girl out. There were plenty of girls around that I thought were good looking, but I couldn't allow my mind to even travel to the depths of a sexual relationship. It just didn't seem to fit. So, I tried hanging around some guys to see if maybe that would push something to the surface. But, it only made things more complicated. I didn't enjoy being around guys at all, they were all so immature and stupid. I preferred the company of any of my sisters over them. Yes, it wasn't until I was so frustrated with it all that I drove to the next large town and found myself one of those clubs, you know the type. I paid the nice man at the door and had a few drinks before going into a dark back room and came out knowing that I did not ever want to see another naked woman and that nothing felt better than a man's hands. Nothing.

School was a pretty good time for me, I had good grades, mainly because I never went anywhere. Nothing much ever happened on the love front for me, no one of much interest ever came around. My mother always encouraged me to join a sport to help me get out of the house, but nothing was ever appealing. I didn't understand why someone would rather sweat than read a book. People are so weird, really. But, there was one club that I finally found that I enjoyed, Drama Club! So, I quickly became a theater buff, spending what time I wasn't helping cook in the library reading up on whatever I could.

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My name is :: Claude Robert Scott

Some like to call me :: Claude

I'm this many :: Twenty-three

I stand at :: Six feet and four inches

Weighing in at :: One hundred and sixty-eight pounds

Blowing out my candles on :: Twentieth of Winter

Isn't it obvious :: Male

I make a living by :: Unknown~

Sexuality :: Heterosexual

I live in :: Unknown~

My journal :: On the top shelf of my gun case

Theme Song :: I Stand Alone

Get me that ::
❤ Guns, I'm really not sure what it is. But, there is something about the feeling of power you get while holding them, and that just feels so damn good.
❤ Being better than you, does that even really need to be explained? Me, superior. You, inferior.
❤ Night, everything is just a little better at night. That's all there is to it. I enjoy the feel of the cool breeze, the sounds, so relaxing.
❤ Owls, they're always out in the night with me, and they're just so pretty.
❤ Spicy food, It's just so damn good, and Laurent makes the best.

Get that the ******** away ::
☠ Bright colors, I guess eye sensitivity runs in the family or something. I can't stand that. Gives me a headache from hell.
☠ Most other birds, they're so cheery and annoying. Especially the ones that are up real early. Which reminds me...
☠ Mornings, I don't have the slightest idea how Laurent does it. He's always up in the mornings and I just can't do it.
☠ Classical music, or any of that other crap that Laurent likes. Needless to say, we don't play music around each other.
☠ Pasta, I don't really know why. It's the texture, the sight, it feels like a worm slithering down the back of your throat. I can't stand it.

and I'm terrified of :: Never figuring it out. I mean, it feels like life is just dragging on and on and then starting over. I don't want to feel that way forever.

History ↘↘
XXXXXXXX I was born the middle child of our family. The middle is a pretty awkward place to be, actually. You have responsibility, but not near as much as the older and much more than the little ones. You have to watch the little ones while the older ones watch you. It's just a vicious circle of chores and you're trapped smack dab in the middle. I wound up being closest to the baby-brat Laurent. The girl's had all of their clubs and sports, so he had no one to hang with and the boy's were doing the same and left me behind. It's not that I didn't like sports or anything, I was always happy to watch them on TV with dad or throw the ball around in the yard. But, I just didn't want to get up at godawful hours on the weekend to get sweaty out in the sun. None of the coaches wanted to listen to me tell them that they should have night sports. So, I never did much in school. Studied enough to get by, dated a couple girls, had a few little jobs here and there. Nothing to get excited about.

Our lives were pretty plain back home and it just seemed like a time for change. So, once everything was all figured out and we had found a place that would surely make a great home; we packed our bags and ran to the nearest boat to get to some weird island. This place better be all that Laurent thinks it will.

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My name is :: Lyra Rameri

Some like to call me :: Lyra

I'm this many :: Thirteen

I stand at :: Five feet

Why would you ask that??? :: Ninety-three pounds

Blowing out my candles on :: The 18th of Fall

Isn't it obvious :: Female

My profession is :: Student

Speaking of school :: 7th grade

I'm attracted to :: Heterosexual

I live in :: A cabin with my aunt, sister, dad, and mom

My journal :: In my top drawer

Theme Song :: Fairy Battle

Oooooo~ Gimme Gimme! ::
❤ Music, I prefer to listen to pop music. The kind of stuff that has a good beat.
❤ New clothes, I always love to go into town with mom and get some new shirts!
❤ Family, they're all great. I would have disowned me by now for all the bad things I did.
❤ Dad's cooking, what can I say. He's a beast behind the stove.
❤ Candy, I love all sorts of candy from sour candy to chocolate.

Ewww! Icky! ::
☠ Being woken up in the morning, hey some things never change.
☠ Vegetables, yeah yeah yeah, I know. It's a kid thing. But, I like green beans, if that means anything.
☠ School, I get good grades and all but I just hate the chore of going.
☠ Going to therapy, I know it's helping and whatever. But, I just don't want to go anymore.
☠ Hearing my parent's fight, they don't do it nearly as much as they used to. But, it's still not a good sound.

and I'm terrified of :: Pretty much everything bigger than I am! D:

History ↘↘
XXXXXXXX The little baby quickly learned how to express herself by screaming all sorts of things and running (quickly crawling) through the house. She proved herself to be a little hellion by knocking over everything she could get her hands on and smashing all of her sister's toys. She pulled mommy's hair whenever it was in reach and kicked daddy whenever he was forced to hold her. She'd spit all over anyone who wasn't family, puking whenever she was able. She scared off all of Aunty Bea's boyfriends with a low growl and carried her rabbit everywhere with her. yes, the root of all of her heinous acts was none other than Alphonse. As she grew older, things only got worse. She grew quite quickly and was able to reach more. Decorative vases, picture frames, anything she could find would topple to the ground and shatter against the hardwood floor. She caused many fights between mommy and daddy because daddy blamed mommy for Lyra's potty mouth. The bigger she got, the harder she'd hit and soon daddy refused to touch her at all.

When time finally came for her to start school, phone calls would ring through the cabin on a daily basis telling mommy about whose nose she had bloodied this time. They tried spanking, they tried grounding, they even tried therapy. But, nothing seemed to help the blue-haired angel demon. She was just as bad as a preteen, yelling even more at her mother and using all of the things she overheard Aunt Sukey yelling at Bela. She would then get into a yelling fight with her father when he had had enough. She'd wear him down by throwing the "fact" that he wasn't her father back at him.

On a specific night when she was just ten and had had enough, she grabbed Alphonse and went walking outside. While in the yard, they got to talking about how awful her parents were to her and that she should do something big to get back at them. They sat on the back porch thinking for awhile when it dawned on them that Xeiro's car was one of the most important things in his life, and that was what she had to get rid of. She went down into the edge of the woods with Alphonse in hand. He led her to a pile of sticks and told her which to grab. He then pointed out the best rock for the job. As soon as she had all of the materials, they walked to the garage together. She stood behind it and scraped the rock against the stick until finally she made fire. She tossed it against the wooden exterior and watched it light quickly, the fire dancing across the logs. She took a few slow steps back and watcher her masterpiece with a smile and Alphonse laughed in her hand. She stood there for a few minutes just watching it all when she heard a scream. Her eyes widened and she darted towards the little window to see inside. Curled up against the car was her Aunt Mitsuke, crying and gasping for air. In the shock of the moment, Lyra dropped Alphonse and ran towards the house which was, luckily, a good ways up the hill from the garage. She ran into the house and began searching for someone to help her. She soon found the only person that seemed to be awake in the house, Aunt Beatrice. With tears in her eyes, she began to tell her exactly what had happened. Beatrice couldn't believe it, but knew exactly what she had meant. She always thought as a child that there was something wrong with her, due to Alphonse but it must have been true. They ran to the garage and called the firemen. But, there was nothing she or the men could do save listen to Mitsuke's screams as her skin began to burn off of her. By the time the fire was stopped, all that could be seen was a pile of ashes, a blackened corpse, some metal and a much different pile. A pile of singed stuffed animal fluff.

Lyra was forced after that day to go to weekly therapy and the family was never really the same. As the seasons dragged on, Lyra's attitude completely changed. She wanted nothing more but to assist her family and run from all others. She began to cling to Aunt Beatrice who had an understanding with her. She also began messing around in the kitchen, making gourmet toast. This brought a tear to her father's eye and began their relationship together. She currently gets decent grades and tries to hide away from people in her way of coping with trauma.

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My name is :: Beatrice Rameri

Some like to call me :: Bea

I'm this many :: Twenty-three

I stand at :: Five feet and nine inches

Why would you ask that??? :: One hundred and twenty-four pounds

Blowing out my candles on :: 9th of Spring

Isn't it obvious :: Female

My profession is :: I'm a caretaker at the Daycare

Sexuality :: Heterosexual

I live in :: A cabin with my brother and his wife and kids

My journal :: Under my bed. You can read it here!

Theme Song :: Cloister of Trials

Oooooo~ Get me that ::
❤ Cooking, it's always been a lot of fun for me. I guess it runs in the family. It's very rare when Xeiro lets me cook by myself, though.
❤ Cleaning, Bela needs a lot of help with juggling two kids and all and Xeiro loves to cook but he does not like to clean. That's where I come in.
❤ Nature, I love to just walk around out in the woods. It's all so beautiful out there, really.
❤ Warmth, the feeling of the sun against my skin is the best.
❤ People, well mot of them anyway. There are some that I don't like, but I just love talking to everyone.

Get that the ******** away ::
☠ Drunks, I guess it's because I watched my sister so much when I was younger and saw how ugly alcohol really can be.
☠ Strong smells, there must be something wrong with all of my senses or something. I can't stand anything that's too much, included heavy perfume.
☠ Cold, I cannot stand the winter. I guess that's why I was born in spring.
☠ Loud music, few things bother me. But, when the girls get together and play their loud music, I get so annoyed.
☠ Fish, they smell so foul. I just can't even stand to think about eating them.

and I'm terrified of :: Losing my family, I know it's super cliche. But, they mean a lot to me. We've been through enough.

History ↘↘
XXXXXXXX So, it turns out that the story I told you was a lie on my siblings part. After many days spent prying for information, I was finally informed that our mother and father did not go on some sort of a grocery store fiasco. They died. In an extremely awful car wreck of some sort. It does explain what Mitsuke meant by I'd see them again though, that's just not the way I always dreamed it would be. So, I lived in a nice little town pretty far from here. I was only eight when they left though, so it's not like I remember very much of the place. I do know that I had just started actually getting to know the people in my class when we left.

But, the whole place just wasn't the same without mom and dad and despite all of my tries to get a good nights sleep, it just wouldn't happen. Mitsuke would come crawl in my bed with me and the whole nine yards, but it just wouldn't work. I know she hated it, too. I'm pretty sure Xy was the only one strong enough for the whole ordeal. But, he seemed so distant the entire time. Never complaining, I wish I had his strength. So, we packed up and came to Nirvani. It's a cute little place, I got used to it quick and actually enjoy it now. I still haven't made any friends, well except for Bela.

Xeiro got married and moved in his wife, Bela. She's actually a really nice girl, I don't know why everyone gives her a bad rep. We spend a lot of time in the house together, neither of us have much of a life. I do the cooking and cleaning and help her take care of my nieces.

Life went on as usual from then, I had a few little boyfriends here and there through school, none of which wanted to come back around after meeting Lyra. She seemed to always be looking over me and now looking back, I think it may have been the fact that Alphonse wanted to ruin my life. Oh, I know how crazy that sounds. A stuffed animal wanted to ruin my life. But, I gave my toy to Lyra when she was first born and I guess the fact that I abandoned him didn't sit too well with him. I always thought that I could hear Alphonse talking, but I just thought that it was a dumb kid thing, but after the night that my sister died... It all made sense. Lyra had been controlled by the dumb thing the whole time and sadly, it all ended in murder. Luckily, the toy was sucked into the fire too. We were both finally set free of the evil that was inside of it. These unfortunate events all led up to me having a great relationship with my little niece though, and I wouldn't want to change that.

I graduated in that span of time and found a job at the nearby daycare. I get to work with all the little kids around the island. It's a great job, I love little kids and getting better acquainted with the parents is also great. I'm happy to be one of those few that are actually happy to go to work everyday. I don't have anything going on in the love front, but that's okay with me. I'm content with how my life is now. I enjoy my downtime out at the house or walking around the island. It's a good time in my life.

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My name is :: Raiden Niami

Some like to call me :: Raid

I'm this many :: Thirty-seven

I stand at :: Five feet and ten inches

Weighing in at :: One hundred and fifty-seven pounds

Blowing out my candles on :: 8th of Summer

Isn't it obvious :: Male

My profession is :: Receptionist at Tattoo Parlor

Sexuality :: Heterosexual

I live in :: A small house with my sister, lady who happens to be more than a friend, and pet fox

My journal :: Top dresser drawer.

Theme Song :: Whiskey Hangover

Get me that ::
❤ Alcohol, I don't know if it's the taste or what. But, I just can't get enough.
❤ Cigarettes, Oh, just as bad as alcohol, maybe a bit more.
❤ Partying, It feels so great to be drunk in groups. Especially when someone gets stupid.
❤ Video Games, it's easy to get lost in them. I can easily spend hours on them.
❤ Sex, I'm not sure what feels better. It's all pretty freaking great.

Get that the ******** away ::
☠ Spicy food, I'm kind of a wimp when it comes to food.
☠ Annoying people, I hate most people as it is, so if they're annoying, I just can't handle it.
☠ Power outages, I hate when I get so far in a game and lose it all. I have this major lack of hitting save.
☠ The cold, does anyone like the cold? It's ******** cold.
☠ Not having nicotine, I can go into some pretty bad fits when I don't get my s**t.

and I'm terrified of :: Not being able to defend s**t and not being able to provide for Zell

History ↘↘
XXXXXXXX I had a good childhood, spending my time with my kid sis, Zell, and our parents. Mom was a homemaker and dad was a farmer, so they were both always around. I was pretty good in school, but I soon found myself more interested in girls and partying than schoolwork.

I didn't really have a reason to start drinking and smoking, but I don't think that anyone is like "hmm, I'm gonna start smoking/drinking today." So, I don't see it weird. As far as I know, there weren't any psychological problems. No home life crises, but maybe that in and of itself caused me to want to do it. I had a damn near perfect life, and I didn't like it. Most people would crave to see their parents every day, have a home cooked meal every night, and a sister that barely ever fights with you. But, it drove me mad. That's why as soon as I could I get out of there, I did.

High school was rather fun for me, I spent most of my time with the guys, fawning over all the ladies and living the life. I put my sister on the back burner for this time, boy does she b***h about it now... I wasn't ever real good in the romance department, but I guess that's a good thing. Nothing to keep me tied to that Podunk town.

Forty-five percent of my time has always been devoted to video games, twenty percent to television, twenty percent to girls, and fifteen percent for family. I love to waste time, and I do it very often. I've never tried too hard at everything, but I guess that explains my bad grades. I don't feel it necessary to waste my time on the boring things in life, when I can be spending it getting wasted.

One last thing before I let you go, I'm an amazing drunk, unless I'm drinking whiskey. For some reason that just amplifies my pessimistic tendencies. Just ask Dante, I was having some whiskey the night we met. But, normally if you take every depressing, pessimistic, shy, and boring thing I said and turn it upside-down, you'll have me under the influence of alcohol. Damn, it feels good to talk all smart.

Raiden became more and more aware of the way's Haruka made him feel. He went to work as usual, trying his best to butter up the mother. That was the best was for brownie points, after all. He volunteered to run errands and began trying to learn the art of tattooing. His relationship with Haruka improved to any outsiders looking on, but it stayed the same in his mind. Sometimes it felt even worse. He found himself wanting to be around her when she was gone and not understanding why when she was around. It wasn't that he didn't like being around her, it was himself that he didn't like around her. He was constantly forced to act like an idiot by whatever force of nature caused you to act like a buffoon. It progressed to a point where she actually moved in, and that was also a conflicting feeling for him. It seemed as though he would never get over this awkward stage, but maybe that's what makes life fun.

Haruka moving in did, however, cause a benefit. Raiden quickly realized that with a girl in his house that wasn't his sister, he had more options for Saturday nights then drinking. He also noticed when he was attracted to the person in his life, he didn't even want to drink as much. So, now drinking is only an every now and then thing.

It was almost impossible to believe how easy it was to live with his sister and his lady that happened to be more than a freind. Zelynity didn't spend as much time around the house ash she used to, so maybe that was it. He was also surprised at how well Zelynity and Haruka got along, and didn't appreciate when they wanted to try colors on his hair or nails. Oh, goddess. Here they come now.

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My name is :: Zelynity Niami

Some like to call me :: Zell

I'm this many :: Thirty

I stand at :: Six feet and zero inches

Why would you ask that??? :: One hundred and thirty-two pounds

Blowing out my candles on :: 13th of Winter

Isn't it obvious :: Female

My profession is :: Junior P.I at M&Ms

Sexuality :: Heterosexual

I live in :: A small house with my brother, his girlfriend and our cats

My journal :: Under my mattress.

Theme Song :: To Zanarkand

Get me that ::
❤ Drawing and painting, it's a great way to capture a beautiful memory and to just express myself.
❤ Taking walks around at night, the night air is just so soothing and you don't have to worry about the sun blinding you.
❤ Proving people wrong, I guess it's kind of a b***h move, but I just love rubbing it in their faces.
❤ Music, mainly instrumental, but it's all beautiful in it's one way.
❤ Pineapple, their just so juicy and yummy, and they're skin is pretty interesting.

Get that the ******** away ::
☠ Staying cooped inside, there's nothing worse than having nothing to do. You can only paint so much while looking out a window.
☠ Rude people, I like to think of myself as a nice person, so anyone being rude doesn't go well with me.
☠ Cigarette smoke, I hate the smell of it, it makes it almost impossible to breathe.
☠ Being pressured into things, I'm such a pushover, and when people just keep pressuring me, I'm likely to crack.
☠ Ignorance, I hate ignorant people more than any other. There's no reason for you to be sooo incompetent.

and I'm terrified of :: The dark, lightning bugs, and losing my brother.

History ↘↘
XXXXXXXX I grew up with my brother and parents a few miles west of here. We had a normal home life, nothing terrible or too good for the matter. I struggled through school and was terrified coming to the new town as a junior in high school. I don't have as much trouble with grades as I do people, although I'm kind and decently smart, that has been my downfall. For some reason, my peers viewed me as a doormat and enjoyed walking all over me, and in refusal to offend, I end up welcoming the abuse.

My parents were always there for us, but our small town was never enough for Raid. He's always had big city dreams, and with his 23rd birthday he thought it'd be beneficial for the both of us if we moved. Being the younger, I have no say and here I am.

I have no regrets about my childhood, I spent most of my time wherever my brother was and still try to do the same. But, nowadays, my big bro is too busy to hang out with me. In this new town, where I have no friends yet, I spend most of my time inside drawing my life away. Which reminds me! Art, I picked up a knack for it at a young age from my brother's obsessive cartoons and anime. I'm not the best at real lifes, but I am always willing to try new things!

What is their left to tell you about? Oh, romance! For me, it's been a rather bumpy road. Don't get me wrong, I've had a few boyfriends here and there, but never anything serious. I guess it's my own fault, never flaunting myself. My mother always told me, the kind of attention I'd be getting if I acted like those girls, wouldn't be the kind I needed. I guess maybe she was right? But, eh maybe with mommy dearest away, a new Zell will come out?

Wouldn't it just be my luck that right when I started making a friend, who was rather attractive and cunning, that he would get sent away for some kind of terrorist activity?! So, now I just have the girls at work and Jacob. He seems to be so confused, though. It does feel pretty good to know I've made a difference on the guy, though.

There are some things that only sex can make you open to. Zelynity realized that this was so true once she had her first encounter. Granted, it was with a gay man, but it still does things to a person. Mainly because she spent the majority of her adult life terrified of how much sex would hurt her. Luckily, she was wrong and now finds it much easier to talk to guys, although her overly high standards have caused her to be alone up to this point. She is, however, currently looking for her prince to sweep her off her feet. But, in the meantime... she is maintaining her job as Junior Detective, spending her time trying to find the truth out about everything. (or rather, trying to prove Neil Murrow wrong about everything that his is so stupid about).

After finally finishing her online degree, she discovered that it was a waste of money. But, she now has much more free time which she spends on painting landscapes around town. She even made a few friends to Raiden's disbelief. One of the friends was none other than Raiden's "lady friend". Bu, they actually mixed really well together and spent a lot of time when Raiden was out, together. The other friend had a much more exciting story behind their meeting. So, there she was. Standing in the art supply aisle of the general store with her hand placed against her chin in deep thought. She then heard the click of shoes against the tiles of the very aisle she was in. She watched out o the corner of her eyes as the woman grabbed what she wanted. She looked at the woman, with a smile and a little conversation began. So, they began to talk each time they would pass and ar now quite good friends. Which is a relief to Zelynity, she can only spend so much time watching Raiden and Haruka.

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My name is :: Xeiro Rameri

Some like to call me :: Xy

I'm this many :: Forty

I stand at :: Six feet and five inches

Weighing in at :: One hundred and sixty-two pounds

Blowing out my candles on :: 3rd of Summer

Isn't it obvious :: Male

I make a living by :: Owning the local bakery

Sexuality :: Heterosexual

I live in :: A cabin with my wife, daughters and sister

My journal :: Hidden in my spice cabinet.

Theme Song :: Denis Leary - I'm an a*****e

Get me that ::
❤ My kids, sure, they sucked when they were younger. But, I think all kids do, right?
❤ The bakery, it's become a home away from home, and I just love the look on people's faces when they bite into my sweets.
❤ Exercise, nothing better than breaking a sweat.
❤ Sweets, I'm not a baker for nothing.
❤ My wife, I know we bicker a lot and all, but in the end, I really do love her.

Get that the ******** away ::
☠Cocky guys, I guess we don't clash well together. Too much testosterone or something.
☠ Vegetables, they're all just gross. It's one things my kids love about me.
☠ Bad weather, it means that I can't go run around in the woods!
☠ Boredom, it's not often when I can't find something to do, but when I do, it is awful.
☠ Staying indoors, I enjoy my fair share of time inside, it's where the kitchen is, after all. But, there's just some things that inside can't provide.

and I'm terrified of :: Fears? Pssh. yeah, right. The fears he'd never admit to you are : losing everything and raccoons

History ↘↘
XXXXXXXX I grew up with my parents and two younger sisters. We had it fairly good, I guess. Didn't see much of the parents, and they assumed that throwing money at us would make it better. Sukey and I were both pretty popular throughout school, great clothes, great friends, and sports. We had it all, but then we found drugs. Man, did we live the life. And even though it all could have turned out better, I wouldn't regret a thing. Anyway, back to the point at hand, our parents went and died on us. Something about a terrible car wreck, I was so drunk after I got word of it that I barely remember anything before that next morning, and I never cared to ask what happened. Ignorance is bliss, it's so true. But, one good thing came from it, well two. The first being the money, we got lots of it, and it brought all three of us closer together.

Beatrice and Sukey couldn't stand the house, Suke will never admit that to you. She's a woman of a lot of pride, which doesn't quite make sense to me. I've seen her offer a waiter a b*****b so we didn't have to pay, but she won't admit her emotions? I'd sooner do the other, but hey that's just me. So, we moved. The house had too many memories for the both of them, with me, I was barely ever there anyway so it was just a place to lay my head. The house was worth a lot more than we thought too, so we got even more money and found this little town. It was cute enough, and had just what we needed, new people and new lives. Oh, and a school for Beez. I opened a bakery upon our arrival, needed something to do in my spare time.

It wasn't long until my spare time was spent with exercise, baking and Bela James. It actually all started with a random date that was my ploy at getting to know people around town better. But, it ended up being a one-nighter with a hot blond. Or so it was supposed to be. We ended up casually seeing each other for the entire course of a year and at the one year mark I finally (you thought I was going to put what happens before it does didn't you?!)

Then we got married. So true to the old adage, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the babies. Two to be exact, Lyra and Ryder. I honestly don't believe that Lyra is mine... but, I guess that's a completely other story? I mean my hair's dark brown and Bela's natural is brown, I think. Either way, not blue, and she has blue hair... it just doesn't add up! But, life goes on. The bakery's doing great and I'm still in as good as shape as ever. I'd be damned if I let both of us get out of shape and disgusting. Wait. Umm. Don't tell Bela I said that.

Xeiro's life began to quickly spiral. He didn't ever remember Beatrice being as unruly as the kids were. Not that he could say "his" kids since the one clearly was not. that one in particular made it so hard to lead a good life. Not only was she a constant reminder that his wife had been unfaithful, but she was so hard to deal with. He'd try to hold her and she would just kick him. hat was he supposed to do? Well, he probably didn't take it as well as he should have. He simply refused to hold her entirely. He was the provider anyway, it was Bela's job to take care of the children and to hold them. He tried to tell her this, but she did not want to hear that. It became a long running tiff that eventually ended in her demanding a job at the bakery. Xeiro agreed, thinking that it would be a great opportunity for them to spend time together. But, it didn't last. It was even worse than working with Mitsuke. Because with her, she would just sulk after being yelled at, but Bela would fight back. needless to say, that didn't last very long. Bela moved on from the bakery and went to work at Xeiro's second favorite place to be, the gym.

Speaking of the gym, Xeiro frequently used his membership, even without Bela sometimes, especially after a large squabble would go down. He'd slam the door behind him and run off to pump some iron. This routine ended in him becoming better friends with the trainer and all the guys down there. He still reused to shower with them, that was gay.

The next big factor that led to his downward slope was the loss of his sister and his car. Obviously, the one more of a loss than the other. He knew that Lyra had a love og getting into things, but he never thought that she would go that far. It was quite a devastating blow for him He didn't even know what to make of Lyra directly after all of that. He convinced Bela that she needed therapy, but it didn't seem like it was enough. Sending her to therapy would not bring his sister back, and it never felt like Bela truly understood. Yet again, he would run off when it had been too much. Only after this, he began running to the bar. Here, he found a good drinking buddy, Reed. At first, it was just Xeiro drunkenly ranting about his horrible life, but it eventually became less often and Reed was able to talk.

Eventually, Xeiro was more stable and willing to be around his family again. He came home after some time at the gum and smelled something good coming from the kitchen. He walked in, expecting to see Beatrice making a late night snack, but to his surprise, it was Lyra. She was standing on a stool, slathering toast with butter and jam and had pulled chinks of banana to put on top. Xeiro's eyes began to water at the sight. For at that moment, he knew that Lura wasn't the daughter of a chef. No, she was the daughter of a baker.

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Spontaneity is the quality of being able to do something
just because you feel like it at that moment,
of trusting your instincts and taking yourself by surprise,
and snatching yourself up a bit of...
unscheduled JOY

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A slender hand reached out from childish, bright, flowery sheets, and reached for the clock to read the time. The first morning afternoon waking up back in her hometown was hopefully the weirdest. She couldn't imagine dealing with this on a daily basis for the entire summer. Sure, it was her same old room, but in it's own weird way that added to the uncomfortableness of it all. Did her parents have some weird letting go issues, or were they just trying to be nice? She hadn't expected them to have taken her room and turned into a workout room or anything, but she kind of expected it to be turned into a guest room. Instead, she was welcomed by the same old stuffed animals in the hanger across the ceiling and a large plaque with her name on it right above the bed. It was nice that they had kept all of her stuff, but it still just felt a bit weird. Like she was being thrown back into her high school days, days that she didn't particularly want to go back to.

With a final groan at the end of her stretch, the realization of having to get up was sinking in. She tossed back the embarrassing sheets and stood up to take in the view of the trees from the window. It was a pretty gorgeous sight, and it was luckily on the second floor. So, even though people going by could see her, they couldn't see her room. She wanted to make her bed, she really did but she just felt altogether too tired to worry about keeping up appearances. It wasn't like she wasn't going to dirty it all up again withing 12 hours, give or take, depending on how exciting this night turned out to be. After the few minutes of just staring out the window, she finally snapped back into reality and walked over to her dresser. Once there, she opened her drawers and attempting to find the perfect outfit. It was turning out to be much harder to get that perfect image she had in her head to come out onto her mirror.

She had no idea how long she stood there sifting through clothes, but she did know that there was a pile next to her almost as tall as her and that she looked pretty damn good. She opened her jewelry box and grabbed the perfect supplements to the outfit before walking out the door. On her way down the hallway, she clasped the necklace around her neck and slid the bracelets over her hands. Once her hands were free, she pounded on Ethan's door which was conveniently placed on her way to the bathroom. "Ethaaaaaan!" She bellowed, her voice trailing as she kept walking. She figured there was no way that he had slept as long as her, but it was always worth checking. Her hair was always the worst part of getting ready, just a bit worse than having to find something to wear. There was the combing and the curling and the hair spray and the more combing, and it all just took so much time. But, she couldn't bare going into public without looking her absolute best.

Madeline made her way down the stairs and stopped at the counter to read the note her parents had left for her and her older brother. It seemed as though the little shindig they had briefly mentioned wasn't just a pathetic fragment of her imagination. She looked up at the clock over the stove and realized that not only was it real, but it was only a couple of hours away. That definitely explained her parents absence, but it certainly didn't justify there not being any breakfast waiting for her. She kind of wished now that she had kept in touch with more people over the years. After all, she didn't want to go to this gathering if no one of any interest was going to show up. She grabbed her phone and went through her contacts, trying to find at least one number. Near the bottom she finally found one.

To :: Layla
From :: Madeline
Msg :: Hey, I know it's been basically forever. But, I was just wondering if you were going to that thing tonight? Oh, this is Madeline. Madeline Walton, you know. In case you deleted my number at some point.

Goodness that was awkward. It took all that she had to hit send. She then placed her phone on the counter and moseyed over to the refrigerator to try and put some kind of food together. It wasn't until staring at all the junk that her mother had that she remembered just how much of a hell it was to find something that didn't taste so bland. Her mother was such a health nut, it was honestly quite revolting. Maybe she'd just get some fast food on the way.

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You are a fluke of the universe. You have no right to be here. Whether you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing behind your back.

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"s**t. Don't wanna forget that."

"Ethan, baby! I didn't expect you to be up this early. Your not supposed to see me until tonight! Well, I'm not supposed to see you until tonight. Oh, you look so good. I've missed you so much. Oh now I'm getting emotional, I really must go. Your father has the car running and there's lots to be done!"

"Must be nice to have gotten a full night's rest."

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Coffee was one of the few simple pleasures that Russell hadn't yet deprived from himself. He had found that the best way to always keep his mind at tip top shape was to be in constant conditioning. Everything that went into his body was calculated to make the most beneficial output. His line of work couldn't allow him to be able to have a slacking mind. It wasn't as though it was just his money and name that was on the line. Not that his personality would ever allow him to make a bad decision on his own behalf, though. Even now as he was standing in the kitchen, he was contemplating the next way to optimize earnings. He was watching the sun rise over the buildings and into view. This was his favorite part of the day, waking up to such a wonderful view. The world seemed so simple from his leaning against the kitchen counter. His mind was as close to complete ease as it ever gets and it just felt great. But, as all good things, it had to end.

Once the sun was in full view, he knew that he had to leave and start worrying about the more trivial parts of life. He turned and placed the cup gently in the sink before walking out of the room. His closet was directly to his right, with everything hung up in what he referred to as "perfect order". First by color, then by fabric. It was really a simple system and it helped him get to whatever he wanted to wear. Today, he was feeling his dark grey, polyester blend vest suit. Although he was confident about what he wanted to wear during the day, he didn't feel anywhere as good about the activities of the night. He knew that Landon had told him time and time again that there was no harm in the burlesque shows, but he wasn't convinced. He pulled on his clothes, grabbed his keys off of the hook by the door, put his cell phone in his pocket, and walked out of his loft.

His day at work, as usual, was mildly uneventful. That wasn't to say that he did nothing, but that he didn't do anything new. He spent most of his day sifting through spreadsheets and talking to people on the phone. He crunched so many numbers into his calculator that he felt like the tip of his finger might never be the same. But, that was life as a top-businessman. He had worked so hard to climb his way into this corner office, and he wasn't going to let some numb finger get him down. He was powerful, he was smart, and he was now off work. He spent a good amount of time fixing his tie in the reflection on the elevator door as he waited to reach the ground floor. As the day had gone on and he had thought about it more, he still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the fact that his night wasn't over yet. He glanced down at his watch right as the doors opened and he was sent back into the world outside of the business.

His car was waiting for him in the same spot as always, right in front of the 'Mr. Stevenson' plaque. He trailed his fingers across his name before getting into his car, it was his way of letting himself know that he really had made it this far. He took off his suit jacket and tossed it into the backseat. This was in part due to the weather, but also based on the fact that he felt as though his full suit was too formal. But, maybe it wasn't. It was quickly turning into another reason why he shouldn't be going to this place. It wasn't very long until he was on the road and quickly approaching the club. His heart was racing with feelings of guilt as he turned the final corners. He took one last deep breath and stepped out of the car. He wondered how long it was going to be before Landon showed. There was a brief second when it seemed like a good idea for him to wait outside, but the glances from the people on the street made him decide against it.

Russell looked around the place, feeling increasingly more nervous with every step he took. The size of the crowd wasn't entirely helping to ease his worries either. He walked to the bar and looked at all of the possible drinks. The voice of reason was screaming for him to think about what he was doing. But, that same voice was why he felt that he needed some relief in the first place. He sucked it up and turned to the bartender, "Could I get a shot of whiskey?" He turned around, now able to see much more than he could from the doorway. "You know what. Make it two."

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