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 Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 4:56 pm
 T u e s d a y ┋ J u l i e t t e ┋ B r i n exxxxx𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼What is this feelin' takin' over? ←
Thinkin' no one could open my door. ←
Suprise, it's time, ←
To feel what's real. ←
What happened to Miss Independent? ←
No more the need to be defensive. ←
Goodbye, old you, ←
When love is true. ←  ═══════❤═══════════════════════════════════
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═══════════════════════════════════❤═══════ → But she miscalculated,
→ She didn't wanna end up jaded.
→ And this miss decided
→ Not to miss out on true love.
→ So by changing her misconceptions,
→ She went in a new direction.
→ And found inside she felt a connection,
→ She fell in love.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 1:06 pm
 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 xxxxxThe cold December air swept through Remember's home, waking her rather rudely. Blue eyes slowly opened, her arm slowly bending over her eyes to shield the sunlight that had begun to poke in through her window. She rubbed her eyes, wincing ever so slightly as she rubbed at the ugly bruise around her left eye. She tenderly touched the bruise, lip beginning to quiver. Swallowing tears, the blue-eyed dirty-blonde sat up in her bed. The blue sheets tangled around her body as she moved out of the bed, standing on the cold wooden floor and giving a slight shiver. Being clad in nothing but her underwear and a thin t-shirt, she danced quickly to the bathroom.
xxxAfter taking a shower and drying her long hair, Remember wrapped her thin, cream-colored body in a fluffy white towel. She pranced briskly back to her bedroom, not daring look in the mirror at her face. Once she reached her bedroom, the girl let her towel drop and closed her window the rest of the way. She could only sleep when fresh air circulated throughout her room. Removing pale colored underwear from her drawer, she was quick in dressing then moving to her closet. She took a simple pair of jeans from a hanger, along with a long-sleeve white shirt with a deep v-neck, hugging herself tightly in an attempt to warm up. She then slipped a pair of peach-colored socks on her feet.
xxxxxShe sat at her boudoir and took a good look at the nasty purple bruise on the side of her face. It marred her left temple and eye, big and ugly. She bit her lip, forcing tears to stay down. Remember took out her extra-large make-up box. Gently applying skin-colored mask to her face, she literally had to cake it on to hide the bruise. She then put a fine layer on the rest of her face, followed by a few strokes of mascara to her long, dark eyelashes and some lip gloss to her already plump lips.
Upon preparing herself and putting her hair up in two quick pigtails, she grabbed her slightly over-sized red hoodie and walked into the kitchen. Seeing as no one else was up yet, she rummaged through the fridge in search of food. Remember poured herself a glass of milk and found a not-quite old apple. Biting into it and sitting at the counter, she thought vaguely about the night before...
xxxxxShe and Daniel, her boyfriend, had been sitting on the couch. They'd been watching a movie. Then he had started to make moves on her. He put his arm around her shoulder, brought her closer and kissed her. The kiss turned into a makeout session. But his hands began to wander. Up her shirt, down her pants. She'd pushed him away, only to get slugged in the side of the head. He'd told her to never deny her again and left. And that's how things had been left.
xxxxxSnapping out of her thoughts, Remember looked at the time. Seven-fourty-five. Bailey should be here soon, she thought briefly to herself, frowning slightly. She stood up and pulled her hoodie on, finishing off her apple and glass of milk. She turned and picked up her backpack, walking outside to the front porch and sitting on the stoop.|| ooc ;; hope my post and layout are good! :3 ||
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 2:33 pm
SpiridonIllarionChesnokova Spiridon sat farthest from the door, hardly listening to people as they argued and yelled at one another. The gears in his head had been turning and turning- however, he hadn't been able to voice any of his ideas, seeing as no one would listen. All they wanted to do was argue. Everyone! In a way, anyways. Telling people not to argue made them want to argue even more. Sighing, he rubbed a throbbing spot on his temple. His dark navy-black hair fell in his deep blue eyes, masking rage that he held. How were they expected to find out what was going on if they all simply sat in the basement fighting? That would never accomplish anything! He blinked a bit in surprise as one of the students - Rei, if he remembered correctly - spoke up. With a decent plan. Simply raising his hand, as if in class, he uttered, "I vill go." He gave a shrug and stood up,
RememberCosetteDesjardins&BernadetteAnastasiaDesjardins Remember sat, propped up on her knees, next to her sister, shivering a bit. A single extra-long long-sleeved shirt with short shorts on under it didn't suffice in the cold of the basement. She glanced briefly at Bernadette, who wrapped her arm around her younger sibling. The two huddled together, Remember silent. Bernadette turned her good eye on the pink-haired female who spoke, frowning
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 2:35 pm
xxxxxxxTuesday Brine
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMemorizing Melodies' Singerette  So much going on. Big blue lined with thick kohl, Tuesday was lost in her own little word. Lyrics were mixing and dancing in her head, trying to scare her. Trying to chase her out of the zone. But it wouldn't work! While her sister had a thing for drawing when bored, Tuesday adored writing. Songs, poems, stories. Whatever came to her. But it was a song that she was working on. She sat with her group - most of them, anyways, when some danced off to cohort with foes - but her mind wasn't even on planet earth. Sometimes she hated how loud some of the members of their accapella group were. But, at the end of the day, they kind of kept her sane. Well, they balanced the scales of sanity and insanity in the bluenette's head. But, right now, she wanted to scream and pull their hair out. Glancing at Remi, who was simply sitting quietly - her favorite of them all, but shhh - Tuesday tapped the pretty girl's shoulder briefly before speaking over the crowd. "Hey, Remi, I'm gonna go to the hall to work on this song, mmkay?" she informed the girl with a brief smile. Standing, she ventured past groups of people. A girl with crimson red hair - lovely, in her opinion - was flirting heavily with a handsome dark-haired male, while an adorable couple sat nearby. Her head pounded. Waving slightly and giving a small smile when Tuesday saw her sister, she made her way into the hall. It was small, cramped, empty, dimly lit. But perfect. Quiet. Closing the heavy door behind her, the blue-eyed girl's Converse slapped the tile as she walked across the hall and sat on the grundgy floor, crossing her legs and taking a bobby pin from her pocket to pin her hair from her eyes. She hunched over a notebook, biting the eraser on her pencil. The meeting was probably gonna be something important, but she trusted her band mates to fill her in. The competition was most important right now. Not alluring dark-haired guys or snobby bitches. The competition. And this song is what stood between them and winning it. She heard the loudspeakers as one of the judges began speaking and her hand shook a bit. She heard yelling and singing. It was so ******** loud. Ay, s**t... Oh, gosh dam-darnit! she thought angrily, snapping a rubber band on her wrist twice. Cussing was a bad habit, and she was trying to stop doing it. Letting out a heavily breath, she situated herself and focused back on the task at hand.
xxxxxxxOctober Brine
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSexual Sharps Member  Good ******** lord! How loud did these mother ******** have to be? They weren't competing in annoying her, were they? If they were, it'd be a tie. And no one would get ribbons. Or awards. Or any ******** prize money! "Hell, if I had a dime..." she muttered, snorting. That was the main reason she was in this. Not for her "love of singing" or "passion" but for the money. A record deal of some sort would be nice too, but - for now - October was happier than a clam being a back-up member. More or less. If clams were considered fussy as hell. She glanced briefly at Takumi and Zira, who were cuddling up to one another. Her lip curled in almost a snarl. Didn't they know not to get involved? It was bad enough Logan and Carter were in each other's pants, what if someone else in the group got together too? All hell would break loose, the pinkette knew. She blew a puff of air from her nose before looking down at her sketchbook. When they'd both turned eighteen, Tuesday and October got two gifts from their parents. They each got a book- October, a sketchbook; Tuesday, a notebook. As well as a lot of boxes to pack their s**t up and move out. Happiest day of their lives. But it'd also been the last day they'd been best friends. Each joined a band and moved on. They hardly even talked, especially now that they were competing with one another! Eyes losing the glaze, she blinked briefly and scrunched up her nose. The drawing on her current pad was of a certain dark-haired male suspended by his toes above a boiling volcano. How he was suspended, she wasn't sure. She didn't really give a rat's a** though. Takumi made her want to gouge out her eyes and rip off her ears. His cocky ways were irritating as hell. Taking in a breath to calm herself, October looked up from her sketchbook and brushed her bangs from her eyes. She spied Sapphire, one of the few tolerable members of their group, sitting in silence all by her lonesome. Scooting over a few seats, avoiding physical contact, October gave a raise of her eyebrows as greeting. She leaned back, legs crossed as she slouched lazily. "Hey, loner," she greeted simply, using the term not as an insult but as a failed attempt to make the blonde smile. "Whadya think of all this?" she asked simply, looking up only briefly as she saw her twin's bright blue head disappear after waving.
xxxxxxxAdelaide Desjardins
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBadass Beats' Rapper  A sexy song coming from Haley is what caught Addie's attention. Her ears seemed to perk up and a grin slowly made its way to her full, pale lips. She laughed brightly, unusually happy and perky. Normally the girl was rude and stubborn. Not today, it seemed! She rocked in her chair, eyes twinkling as Zero then stood up and approached the other girl. She gasped but was smiling brightly. laughing even more happily when Zero went into his own song. Not only was he sweet, funny and sexy but hot damn could he sing! Everyone in the band knew how much of a crush she had on him. Seeing him with Haley didn't bother her much- well, more than she would let on. As the dark-haired girl pushed him down, a seat from her, and sat on his lap, Adelaide felt heat rise in her cheeks. But she wouldn't be let down so easily. On her hands and knees, she crawled across the seat and murmured in his ear, so only he could hear. "Now, now, Zero. Don't forget about this kitty. She's still in need of a scratching~," she purred, playfully - yet seductively - nipping at his earlobe before recoiling with a wink. She licked her lips before seating herself against, flipping her messy white-blonde bangs as they hung around her face. As announcers came onto stage and started rambling, she scoffed and rolled her eyes. Like they needed to know all this crap! It was of little to no importance to her. Maybe it was important to other people, but not to her. Looking around, Adelaide leaned back in a bit of a pouting position. Haley was flirting with Zero, Kori was off with some cute guy and Miranda was with her brother. Shaking her head and giving a small smile, Addie pulled her iPhone from her pocket and stuck her headphones in. Guns N' Roses, of course. Sweet Child O' Mine. Classic rock was by far the golden-eyed girl's favorite kind of music. Pulling her bottom lip into her mouth, the girl danced idly in her seat, lost in her own world.
xxxxxxxCahil Magnus
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTroubelsome Tempo's Soloist  Cahil was a bit of a loner, in a way. Unlike most of his group - excluding Bailey and Felix, anyways - he wasn't all flirty and arrogant. In fact, he was almost opposite of all of them. He could be friendly and outgoing, but he was also really crude and cynical. That's just how he was. Eyes glazed boredly, he watched the goings-ons of his bandmates. Alex was happily with a girl, Astori was settling a dispute - more or less-, and Kenton and Seth were just chatting. Bailey and Felix, of course, were being their usual quiet, loner-esque selves. He decided he didn't quite want to be a loner then. Standing, he ventured over to the two dark-haired males and plopped down, just in time to hear Kenton's response about Alex. Raising his eyebrows slightly, the curious hazel-eyed soloist peered around until he spied their lead singer. He watched carefully, then gave a brief nod. If Alex decided to get in a relationship with another girl, they'd be down the drain. And Cahil knew how serious Kenton was about his music. "Relax, Ken. We got this," he put it flatly, nodding confidently. Kenton was seriously talented, as was the rest of their group. Although the other groups had some talent, they didn't quite have the determination. At least that's what Cahil thought. Briefly removing the fedora from atop his wavy brown locks, he ran his fingers through his hair and looked around. There was so much going on and so many people. Lots of hot chicks, at that... Whoa whoa whoa. No. Stop the truck and back the truck up, he thought to himself, resting the hat back on his head. Not only was he committed to the competition, Cahil was more or less committed to a girl. Back home. His sister's old babysitter. But she was an absolute and total b***h, not to mention hundreds of miles away... Shaking his head with a smile, the soloist chuckled lightly to himself before turning back to his friends.
xxxxxxxFelix Strong
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDynamic Devils' Beats  Felix had sat himself near Asher and Xavier, his safe-havens. More or less for the latter. Asher was much like him - personality-wise. And sexuality-wise. But neither seemed to like to talk about it. As Xavier nudged Ash and started talking to him, about his sister, Felix gave a small smile. He seemed to giggle slightly under his breath. He was a soft-spoken and as sweet as apple pie, but easily scared and a giant door-mat. He watched Asher's sister dance around and have a good time, smiling slightly. Although he'd never admit it, Felix wanted to be like everyone else. He wanted to have fun and not live in constant fear of being ridiculed. But that wouldn't happen, and he'd deal. After telling his father his dark secret, the blue-eyed college student had been kicked out and forced to live on the streets. Luckily, a friend took him in. Until he was able to get on his own feet. After that, he became a bit of a hermit. Joining the Dynamic Devils and being around his friends is what made him get up in the morning. He snapped out of his mental gumdrop paradise and peeked over at Asher and Xavier, murmuring quietly, "I wonder where we'll be staying..." He blue eyes were bright as he smiled ever so slightly. Although utterly shy, he was a very curious person and that had gotten him in more than a little trouble before. But he would never make the mistake of being the overly curious cat and losing another life.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 4:56 pm
 c h r y s a l i s ☩ o n y x ☩ q u e e n e cr e p r e s e n t a t i v e
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 5:53 am
xxxxxxD a n ixxxxxxxxxxxxxxS p i r i d o nxxxxxxxxxxS e r a p h i mxxxxxxxxxxxxT u e s d a y
xxxxxxA l i c exxxxxxxxxxxxxxI l l a r i o nxxxxxxxxxxxxA d a r s axxxxxxxxxxxxxxJ u l i e t t e
xxxxxxR o s exxxxxxxxxxxxC h e s n o k o v axxxxxxC h e s n o k o v axxxxxxxxxxxB r i n e xxx xxx xxx
♫ Dani
♞ Spiridon
☯ Seraphim
✪ Tuesday
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 3:19 pm
 𝕱 𝔢 𝔩 𝔦 𝔵 𝕾 𝔱 𝔯 𝔬 𝔫 𝔤
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx𝓽 𝓱 𝓮 𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓹 𝓹 𝓸 𝓲 𝓷 𝓽 𝓶 𝓮 𝓷 𝓽 xxxFelix cringed as his father continued to yell. "You're pathetic and worthless! All you do is sit on your a** all day!" were his final words before turning and storming off into his office. The blue-eyed sixteen-year-old stood in the hallway of their mansion, shirtless and shoeless. He heaved a sigh, gently wiping his eyes to prevent tears that were building. Turning, he walked slowly up a flight of stairs into his own bedroom. Upon entering his room, he saw the blinking of his "message" light and moved to his bed, laying on his stomach. He lifted his laptop onto the bedspread in front of him, scrolling until he found the message. Only briefly scanning it, he smiled slightly. It was about a new online rpg. Opening the link, Felix downloaded the game to his HP and signed up.
"Welcome to your very own Paradise!" is what greeted him on the site. The game set you as your own chosen breed of humanoid. You could join other players from all over the nation, or choose to simply play with people in your area. You could play on headset, or simply type in the chat box. Like most decent rpgs, he gathered. Upon downloading and signing up, he set out to create his character. A changeling, simply named Prince of Disappointment- the name he used in every other rpg. His father more than likely believed it to be his birth name, so then why should anyone else think differently? Pushing the thought aside, he entered a server called "Newbies101".
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There were few characters and little monsters. They were strangely creatures, hybrids of what existed within reality. The Roachmite was a giant bug- stupid-looking but nasty. Giant mutated spiders called Crawlers, etcetc. His default weapon was a bow, seeing as he was an elf. Felix hesitantly joined a couple he spied - two level 16s - and put on his headset. "Hey...guys," he greeted hesitantly, deep voice shaking. "s**t, man, watch out!" someone called ******** - a cyclops - yelled, smiting down a Roachmite. Prince returned the gratitude by taking down Crawler. "Damn, Joey. Why don't you do that for me?" the other player - Superman69, a satyr - jeered. "Man up, Derek." "Are you two ladies arguing again?" a female voice teased as a fairy flew up - YourBestNightmare, level 47. "Come on, let the new kid get used to Paradise before you bombard him with yourselves. So, kid," the addressed him before running off to kill another Roachmite.
"Felix," he said automatically into the headset. A group of Skele-hounds (don't tell Desires, omfg) ran up and the group got together. Aside from all the cursing that bombarded his ears, while Felix remained silent, he already felt like he was gonna fit in.
ooc ;; Joey is dark green and a level 16 cyclops ;; ******** is crimson and a level 16 satyr ;; Superman69
Nightmare (name later revealed) is hotpink and a level 47 fairy ;; YourBestNightmare
manipulate away and bring in your own "friends"<3
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 6:57 am
From Within Darkness
The world came to an end, as everyone knew it would. Everyone thought a disease would spread, or natural disasters would occur. In reality, the Great War happened. Nukes were sent off after tension exploded. Russia, Iraq, North Korea, America. It was carnage. After just a few days, the world had ceased to exist as we'd known. It was now a memory. Few people survived; there are now Watchers, and Scavengers.
Watchers live underground. They're rumored to be mutants that survived the War with little of their former selves in tact. They have no conscience. They are bloodthirsty, ravenous, vile and evil creatures without heart. They crave food, and that food happens to be human flesh.
Scavengers, however, are more human-like. They survived the War whole and non-mutated. However, their lives are at risk. The world has become a frigid ghost. The animals that roam are mutated and the few plans that survived are radiating nuclear energy. There's nothing to eat, and the water supplies have been poisoned. Not to mention, they have to fear for their lives at night.
Between Watchers, shortage of food and water, and the frigid weather, these three groups of Scavengers have only one choice if they want to live; join forces.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 9:55 am
Group 1They've been scouring the nation for food for months and months. They all come from the same town and know one another rather well, but they have the most meager amount of food of all the groups. They're led by a fearless leader and "governed" by democracy.
first name || middle name || last name
age, spelled out
confident || strong-willed || independent
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The Leader (M)
first name || middle name || last name
age, spelled out
prissy || picky || rude
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The Princess (F)
spiridon || illarion || chesnokova
twenty-one
cold || distant || blunt
little red_xo
The Strong and Silent (M)
first name || middle name || last name
age, spelled out
fun-loving || flirty || teasing
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The Flirt (F)
first name || middle name || last name
age, spelled out
devious || stubborn || crude
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The Smart a** (M)
first name || middle name || last name
age, spelled out
rude || sarcastic || pessimistic
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The b***h (F) Group 2They've been living in a run-down apartment complex for a while now. Most of them don't really know one another too well, they don't talk much and they don't move around as a group. But when someone finds food, they're a team and as close as close can be.
first name || middle name || last name
age, spelled out
seductive || arrogant || persistent
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The Flirt (M)
first name || middle name || last name
age, spelled out
teasing || seductive || confident
little red_xo
The Hard-to-Get (F)
first name || middle name || last name
age, spelled out
overly-curious || sly || careless
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The Trouble-Maker (M)
first name || middle name || last name
age, spelled out
creative || gentle || sweet
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The Artist (F)
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age, spelled out
protective || loyal || devoted
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The Big Brother (M)
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The Shy Girl (F) Group 3They're a group of oddballs. They don't know one another, just got together to search for life and food. They don't have much supplies, but are seriously trained and not scared of a thing.
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age, spelled out
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The Sadistic (M)
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ditzy || oblivious || fun-loving
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The Blonde (F)
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The Child (M)
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age, spelled out
harsh || determined || focused
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The Army Brat (F)
first name || middle name || last name
age, spelled out
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The Wild One (M)
first name || middle name || last name
age, spelled out
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 5:32 am
XXXXXҬℴδδ GɾαӌʂℴηXXXXX
Long l o s t words w h is p e r slowly to m e
Still can't f i n d what k e e p s me h e r e
When all this t i m e I've been so h o l l o w i n s i d e
I k n o w you're s t i l l t h e r e  ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●
Pull the trigger
and the nightmare
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●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● So go on and screamScream at me, I'm so far away text I won't be broken againI've got to breathe I can't keep going under ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●    ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Now I will t e l l you what I've d o n e for y o u
5 0 thousand t e a r s I've c r i e d
S c r e a m i n g, d e c e i v i n g and b l e e d i n g for you
And y o u still won't h e a r m e
Don't want your h a n d this t i m e - I'll s a v e myself
M a y b e I'll w a k e up for o n c e
Not t o r m e n t e d daily d e f e a t e d by y o u
Just when I t h o u g h t I'd r e a c h e d the b o t t o m
I'm dying again I ' m going u n d e r
D r o w n i n g in y o u
I'm f a l l i n g f o r e v e r
I've g o t to b r e a k through I'm going under B l u r r i n g and s t i r r i n g
The t r u t h and the l i e s
So I don't k n o w what's r e a l and what's n o t
Always c o n f u s i n g the t h o u g h t s in my h e a d
So I can't t r u s t m y s e l f a n y m o r e
Going under XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
ℳɩʂϯℯɾ Iηʂℴɱηɩα {{Made by Memories in the Mist}}
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 5:36 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx felicity dawn winter xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 「 miss cautious 」 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 「 twenty 」 xx 「 female 」 xx 「 heterosexual 」 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 「 nervous 」 xx 「 shy 」 xx 「 cautious 」 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx★ ` ＴＨＥ - ｉｎｓｉｄｅ Felicity is a very reserved girl. She's a giant doormat to everyone and is overly-forgiving. Much like a mother, she's understanding, ever-loyal, gentle and a tad bit bossy when things don't go her way. She's picky, self-concious, sensitive and very overly-curious. She isn't, per say, nosy but she despises being out of the loop and being left alone. She's creative and very sweet to everyone, even if they've done her wrong or hurt her in the past. She can be very paranoid at times, and isn't likely to get close to anyone emotionally. She's more of the type of person to test the water before jumping in- however, she can be a fun-loving girl at times. She has a bit of a wild streak, but is afraid of letting it loose. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx★ ` ＴＨＥ - ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ Felicity was born to a loving family- happily married parents, two older sisters and a little brother. Everything was perfect for the longest time. They lived on a large ranch in Tennesse, more or less secluded from all unhappiness. The Winter children were homeschooled by their father, who had a teaching degree, while their mother worked for the government. When Felicity was six, her eldest sister - Maria - passed away due to cancer. After that, the three siblings were sent to public school so their father could grieve in peace. It was only two years before Devon, the youngest child, got brain cancer and passed as well. This left eight-year-old Felicity and her older sister Dakota to take care of their parents. It was taxing, seeing their parents fall apart. Eventually, the two got a divorce and the children were split- Dakota lived with her mother, Felicity lived with her father.
After that, Felicity didn't see her mother or sister hardly at all. She went into junior high and happily entered an innocent relationship with a boy named Eric. They dated off and on throughout their junior high days, then got into a steady relationship in ninth grade. However, their relationship came to s screeching halt after seven months when she found out he cheated on her- with her best friend, nonetheless. The rest of the year was utterly miserable, and she spent most of it by herself. Entering into her sophmore year, Eric came back and attempted to weasel his way back in- successfully. They dated throughout sophmore year, and into junior year. Her virginity no longer existed by middle of their junior year. Again, though,, he managed to get himself kicked out. He'd been sleeping around. Her bad luck with guys continued on; she was used, cheated on and even sexually abused at a party during her senior year. Felicity went to college and is now getting her degree in psychology, hoping to help people at Camp Sunshine.
xxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx todd sawyer grayson xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 「 mister insomnia 」 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 「 nineteen 」 xx 「 male 」 xx 「 heterosexual 」 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 「 distant 」 xx 「 indifferent 」 xx 「 sadistic 」 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx★ ` ＴＨＥ - ｉｎｓｉｄｅ Todd is difficult to figure out. He's distant and rather harsh, often pushing people away as they try to get near. He doesn't get attached to people and doesn't enjoy talking at all. Indifferent, rude, cold, harsh and a little sadistic, he's viewed to most people as a basket case and has little to live for. He is very intelligent, as well as devious and sly. Todd isn't, to simply put it, mean, but he's rather rude and harsh. He can be quite manipulative when he wants to be, but can also be a giant sweetheart. He's a bit of a hopeless romantic, but hasn't gotten close enough to a girl to show his sweet side. He's stubborn, blunt and careless, but very protective and devoted once he gets attached to people. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx★ ` ＴＨＥ - ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ Born an only child in New York City to parents with no money and no hearts, Todd's life was rocky to say the least. His father was always angry, seeing as he couldn't hold a job and his mother was unable to get one. Often, his father blamed Todd for their money problem and took his anger out on the child. His mother, usually drunk or sometimes high, didn't do anything to help her son when he was being beaten. She was beaten on occasion as well. When he was seven years of age, Todd was first molested by a teacher at his school. He was taken out and homeschooled by his mother. Now, although she wasn't the best, Todd Grayson had to love his mother. She fed him, clothed him and everything. Todd's father beat her to death in one night, his fists leaving dark spots in her pale skin. Todd was molested again afterwards- beaten at the same time, too. He lived in with this until he turned eighteen. Yes, he had finally gone back to school and got an education. Yes, his father finally got a job. But, Todd's father was still always upset.
When Todd turned eighteen, his father re-married. This woman was kind, beautiful and had a good job. She loved Todd. So, when she came in one night to see him being raped and beaten, she put an end to it. Todd's father was sent to jail. Then put to death. Todd lived with Melinda, his step-mother, until she mentioned to him Camp Sunshine. Her friend was the owner and she had enrolled Todd in the camp. This infuriated the boy. At that time, she just wanted him to get rehabilitated from his dark past. Now that summer's began, his sleep will cease to be a memory or he will have to re-live hell, with no voice and no bones. He's had countless nightmares since he was eight- not once has he known the sweet clouds of a dream since his mother's death.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 7:51 am
 𝒜 l i c e 𝒲 i n t e rxxxxxAlice wandered the streets of the market silently, her blue eyes dull. She would be heading out soon enough with Cassuis, and they'd end up needing supplies. It was best to prepare now, and hopefully have time to figure out if they forgot anything. She found food and her eyes began to glow a bit. She moved towards it, smiling softly, and ordered as much produce as she could afford. Taking a banana she'd bought, she sat down on a table and peeled the fruit, eating it in silence. The gears in her head were turning. How was she to return home to s
❝I am strong enough to live my life a l o n e...❞
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 10:04 am
    This innocence is brilliantxxxxx
I hope that it will stayxxxxx
This moment is perfectxxxxx
Please don't go awayxxxxx
I need you nowxxxxx
And I'll hold on to itxxxxx
Don't you let it pass you byxxxxx ◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠
A p o l l i n a r i s S e r a p h i m C h e s k o n o v a
◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡◠◡ xxxxxIt's a state of bliss
xxxxxYou think you're dreaming
xxxxxIt's the happiness inside
xxxxxThat you're feeling
xxxxxIt's so beautiful
xxxxxIt makes you wanna cry
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 10:10 am
 K a n e T i f f a n y K a s t e r xxxxxI dance around this empty house
xxxxxTear us down, throw you out
xxxxxScreaming down the halls
xxxxxSpinning all around and now we fall
xxxxxPictures framing up the past
xxxxxYour taunting smirk behind the glass
xxxxxThis museum full of ash
xxxxxOnce a tickle, now a rash ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
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All the laughter from beforexxxxx
I'd rather live out on the streetxxxxx
Than in this haunted memoryxxxxx
I've called the movers, called the maidsxxxxx
We'll try to exorcise this placexxxxx
Drag my mattress to the yardxxxxx
Crumble tumble house of cardsxxxxx style by impure desires
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 11:09 am
A l e c — Z a i n — K a s t e r I never knew ◁
I never knew that everything was falling through ◁
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue ◁
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth ◁
But that's how it's got to be ◁
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy ◁
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see ◁
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▷ I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
▷ Just say that we agree and then never change
▷ Soften a bit until we all just get along
▷ But that's disregard
▷ Find another friend and you discard
▷ As you lose the argument in a cable car
▷ Hanging above as the canyon comes between style by impure desires
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