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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 11:50 am
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh, uh oh
Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time
And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little, cold finger, I've
Never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand, there's a
Boy here in town says he'll, love my forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time
So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh (uh, oh)
The ballad of a dove (uh, oh)
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save them for a time when your really gonna need them, oh
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time
So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls..
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 12:23 pm
Two best friends are driving back from dinner and the mall one Saturday night. After the driver drops off her friend, she drives the backroads home.
The same roads she'd been driving for years.
The ones she grew up on.
This time wasn't like all the others, though..
A flash of bright lights..
A schrill scream..
Her car spins out of control..
Slides into the deep ditch.. and the car tumbles..
One.
Two.
Three.
Flashing red... blue lights..
Complete darkness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A local newspaper reports..On the night of May 23rd Chelsea Parker died in a car accident on Gilmore Lakes Road around midnight. She was on her way home from dropping off her best friend, XX, when a black Chevy truck slammed into her. This caused her car to slide off the road and flip at least three times. The driver of the truck, who still remains nameless, is supposedly the boyfriend of Chelsea's best friend. He made it out with a few scratches and a broken rib or two, but should be fine.
Police are still investigating. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - What the papers don't know..Chlesea's best friend blames her boyfriend, not to mention herself, for the death of Chelsea. It may have been a complete accident but that doesn't stop her from placing the blame on him.
By the funeral, three days later, she had completely cut ties with him.
Chelsea wasn't the most popular when they were in high school, but the recent graduate had her fair share of friends. And even those who didn't really know her were affected by her death.
Nobody was affected more, family aside, than her best friend.
"She was literally the sister I never had."
She was left without anyone to really comfort her, without someone who understood her inside and out.
But Chelsea had a twin brother, who was also extremely devistated. They had been extremely close as kids, and when they hit high school they slowly seperated. But never stopped telling each other everything, and always being there for one another.
When Chelsea's twin brother and her best friend start to get close.. and find comfort in each other, it only fuels 'best friends' ex's fire. He had never stopped trying to get her back.
Being known as a killer sort of puts a damper on your life, even when you're not charged because it was only an accident. A freak accident.
What would become of these three?
And what happens when someone's life is affected.. who didn't even know the victim?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The New Kid.. She recently moved into the small town of Clover Ridge. After this summer, she starts her senior year. Which means she's a year behind the other three in our story. She didn't know Chelsea, her best friend, or the driver.
She doesn't know anybody. And a month after the accident, everyones still buzzing about it. She's just the shy new girl, who wanted to leave her past behind her.
She didn't know that she'd end up next to someone at her summer job that everyone considered a killer.. R.I.P. Chelsea Parker..
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 12:27 pm
Our Characters..&&Profiles-The New Girl [Luscious! (omganame)]  Emily Roselyn Brunner Yo, you can call me Emily. I was born in 1993, making me 17. Hate My Life: My parents are loaded. My father is CEO of Courtz International, a big finance company, and my mom has practically inherited a dynasty. Surprisingly, their not completely pompous rich bastards, like many of the people in my life. Well, my dad is hardly ever around since he goes away on long business trips, and spends most of the time "At home" in the office. My mom on the other hand, is always there for me.
Now, granted, she isn't as stuck up as most of them, but she always had tried to give me the life. I've learned piano and had extra tutoring on hand any time a grade starts looking like it might go down to a B, among countless other stereotypical things you'd expect.
I went to a private school throughout elementary and middle school, I tried convincing them to let me attend public school freshman year, but to no avail. I just wanted to be normal ya know? I was sick of having friends that were friends with me either because they ALSO had money, or just because I did. I only had one real friend, and she moved last year.
Now, why am I suddenly in such a little town as Clover Ridge?
Well. We used to live in California, by the big ranches. We had one in fact. It was about an hour from the beach too. Great place. But with my father always gone, my mom was getting restless, and I ended up getting dragged into an alcohol bust at the junior prom at my old school. I didn't have anything on me, but the party bus I went with was full of it. And considering they thought I was a total prude, I didn't get in much trouble, but they didn't want me going there anymore.
My mom had had an affair with some dude (can't really blame her) and after getting together and having a long talk, my mother and father decided on moving. My father went through a list of offices from his business, and decided on a small town, wanting a change for all of us.
He would still have to go away on some business trips, but he moved his advisers and several other important people to the same office, and got builders to expand it.
We have about 10 acres of land on the outskirts of town and got to move a couple of the horses with us! I was really worried we'd have to leave my stallion, Snow.
Anyway, It's going to take some time to get used to this small town, but I'm sure I'll manage. To be honest, I think mom will have the most trouble, despite her enthusiasm.
Finally, senior year will be at a public school, there's that at least. But all of this will take a hell of a lot of getting used to. I wish I'd started in California before coming out here... but oh well. I like to make the best of situations. Behind These Hazel Eyes:I'm a social person, but a bit naive to the "normal teenage life," so I'm not looking forward to inevitably making myself look like an idiot at some point, but I'll deal. I love music, playing piano, and singing in my free time- but only alone for the most part. I'm a really confident person in general though, and I speak my mind. Sarcasm is like a second language to me, and I don't have a problem with pissing people off. But I do want the people here to like me... there's a limited amount here after all... Hopefully I can keep my mouth shut when I need to. Other then that, I love my horse snow, and going out. I'm a fairly reasonable person and a very trustworthy friend, if you get close enough to find out. It takes someone I like or respect to have the ability to hurt me most of the time, but if I get the whole town against me, I'll probably still crack. Hey stop worrying so much Ems, you'll be fine. Just write and draw your comics and make friends and the summer will fly by. Then school will occupy you. No problem. The Carpal Tunnel of Love:
oo1. Loud Music
oo2. Drama (theatre)
oo3. School
oo4. Skateboarding/biking/snowboarding(in winter)
oo5. Reading/Writing My Kryptonite:
oo1. Fake people
oo2. Dumb drama
oo3. Beef
oo4. Stalkers (dealt with that -_-)
oo5. Being forced to do things
Stuck in my Head; Australia by Jennaanne  -Ex Boyfriend, killer [TM!]  Jason Trammel Hey, you can call me Jay or whatever. I was born in 1991, making me 19. Hate My Life:
Ad bacculum, pro bono, non sequiter, ad hominem, yeah, that's all latin. Latin is a dead language, nobody's supposed to speak it these days, but people do; people speak latin all the time. There's a ton of latin in law, with lawyers, they speak a dead language-so I guess it's alive, but it's not, it's dead. So what's death then? What does it mean to die? How do we classify something as dead if we break the rules everyday? I guess what I'm trying to say is, 'innocent till proven guilty' died right alongside Chelsea Parker. I guess nothing really matters now-nothing at all, because people don't care that my name is Jason Trammel, they don't care that I don't have a middle name, they don't care that throughout my whole existence they've known me and have praised me, called me a good kid. Everyone's got one defining moment, one split second that defines them. It's what people write on your grave, what people will remember you by once you kneel over and find yourself under six feet of dirt. My defining moment, just happens to be my hand on the wheel and my foot on the gas the day my truck slammed into the side of Chelsea Parker's car. My defining moment, is the night I killed Chelsea Parker. And at the time, I thought I was the one that died. But what do you care, you know? Some girl's dead and it's my fault-or really, I don't know who's fault it is.
I've never been outside of Clover Ridge. Guess you could say I'm a small town kid. Growing up I never had a mom. She died in childbirth, my first victim you could say. My dad didn't resent me though, I think losing his wife made me even more precious to him. My dad's name is Robert, but really everyone just calls him Bob. He was always good to me, but always always working. Growing up I was a real messy outdoorsy kind of kid. I hunted frogs, jumped in the brook with my clothes on, threw mud, basically roamed around. I was the town's kid, not just Bob's kid. But after a while it became important that I pitched in with work and s**t. Clover Ridge isn't exactly glamorous, so I did the practical s**t. I fixed people's steps, helped them start their cars, mowed lawns-I liked it though, I liked being outside. High school was where I started "finding" myself. I was always aggressive, a man's man. I named my frickken German Shepard Cujo, after the dog that killed people, you know? And, Football, yeah had my fair share of that s**t. I was a linebacker, which basically meant I tackled people all day long. I was never academic though, ever. I didn't want to go to college, what was the point in leaving Clover Ridge? So then I found my girlfriend, and I wasn't as aggressive as I thought. I really liked her, still really like her, she made me realize I didn't always have to be super macho. We were insperable-well no not really, I just liked to think so. I was friends were her friends, she was friends with my friends, it was easy, really easy. And then one day, disaster struck. Everyone's calling me a murderer, calling me a monster, talking about me, saying I'm a drunk, that I'm no good. But don't they realize that Chelsea was my friend too? Don't they realize it was an accident? Don't they realize that just because they say I was drunk doesn't mean I was? I got hurt too, and I'm not saying Chelsea didn't get way worse than me, but I'm saying, why does it suddenly mean I'm this psycho killer? I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt! And my girlfriend? Why doesn't she just-I know that it's my fault that her best friend is dead, and I know that she's totally right to be devastated, but why can't we deal with this together-because I-because I'm ******** devastated too. I feel-I'm not hollow even though now I seem like some shell of a human being. And sometimes I talk to Chelsea, like before I go to bed I talk to her, ask her what to do, say I'm sorry-but nothing's ever going to change and everything's just going to keep exploding! My dad can't take the pressure, I never see him, ever. He blows up at-and now all this resentment is crawling out of him. I've isolated myself-and I'm stuck going to court, and everybody's talking about me-and dammit I wish I had done better in school and saved up for college because I just want to escape.
Behind These Hazel Eyes:I was always sort of aggressive-not angry, but I was never shy. I like getting gritty and I like physical stuff. Now-I don't even really know. I'm confused about everything and I can't stand talking to people. I'm in my head all the time, and I'm full of regret, and remorse and I just can't look people in the eye, I just can't do it. But, I get angry now, more than ever. Little things just freak me out now-I just get too frustrated too fast. The Carpal Tunnel of Love:
oo1. The outdoors
oo2. Cujo
oo3. Going shirtless
oo4. Beer-but I never drank and drove!
oo5. What I used to have with my girlfriend My Kryptonite:
oo1. Feeling so depressed
oo2. People who whisper about me like I'm not there
oo3. Lawyers
oo4. Myself, kind of
oo5. Foreign languages
Stuck in my Head; This is How I Disappear // My Chemical romance  -Best Friend [Samanthaualani]  Harley Noelle Lawrence Hey There! you can call me Harley. I was born in 1992, making me eighteen. Hate My Life:
I was the only reason my parents got married. Not to say that they didn't love each other, but that wasn't why they wed. Mom was pregnant, dad wanted to do the right thing. He was on the fast track to becoming an FBI agent, mom knew she was going to be taken care of. That was that. They got married and a few months later, I was born.
My life wasn't bad, but it wasn't exactly what everyone percieved it to be.
Dad drank a lot, a lot a lot... He was abusive too. Towards mom, never me. He cursed a lot, hit her... It wasn't pretty. But even after he stopped drinking, he put her down with words. It was like he always had to step on her to make himself feel better.
It took awhile and a lot of moving, but Dad eventually clawed his way to the top. He had his own team of agents by the time I was thirteen. That's when we moved to Clover Ridge. My salvation, really.
Its where I met my best friend ever, Chelsea.
Also, where I fell in love and out of love for the first time.
Then back into love.
Crazy, but that was all apart of becoming a teenager, right?
My freshman year, dad moved us away again. I had to leave my best friend, and my whole life behind in Clover Ridge. For two years, I lived nine hours away. Chelsea and I remained close, making sure to see each other whenever possible. We kept our friendship alive, despite the fact that both of us were changing.
By my junior year, my parents divorced. Dad had cheated on mom, again, but this time the lady was worth leaving his family in the dust. I convinced mom to move us back to Clover Ridge, the only place that felt like home. I was back with my best girlfriend, and falling back in love with my best guy friend. Chelsea and I told each other everything, we might as well have been sisters. Oh! Chelsea's twin brother was, of course, the other person she was closest too. Which, I had always been slightly jealous of... Since I was an only child. I felt so alone sometimes..
But he and I never really got close, he ran in a different circle than us in high school. I saw him occasionally when I stayed at Chelsea's, but he was usually out and about doing his own thing.
We all graduated together.
And a week after graduation... the worst thing possible happened. My boyfriend of two years killed my best friend in the entire world.
It wasn't on purpose. Not as if he held a gun to her head, or anything of that sort. It was dark, late... his truck slammed into her car... and she was killed on impact.
Maybe I placed the blame in the wrong persons hands, but I couldn't help it! I was, and still am, so pissed off about the whole situation. He took my best friend from me... I couldn't even stand to look at him anymore. I had no one left to comfort me.
Sure, mom was there for me. But it wasn't the same as having my best friend. I couldn't find comfort in anything. I've recently introverted myself.
I don't go out much, I avoid phone calls and everything. No one seems worth talking to.
I rarely even turn my phone on anymore. Everytime I do, I'm flooded with texts and phone calls. A huge chunk of them from my ex. I don't want him around. He keeps coming to my house, and trying to get me back. I don't want him! Why can't he see that?!
Well, then there's her twin...
Its like he's a part of her...
We've been talking a lot. The two most important people in Chelsea's life.
It only makes sense that we'd find comfort in each other, doesn't it?
Behind These Hazel Eyes:I used to be fairly outgoing. Mostly because of Chelsea. When I moved for those two years, I kept more to myself. I was depressed. Lived my life through books. Just get through school, that was my goal. I wanted out of that place. Everyone was so evil there.
When I moved back, I had changed in subtle ways. But once reunited with my best friend- I was back to my funloving self and slightly more rebellious. We knew how to have fun for hours, just by talking. We were attached at the hip.
And when we weren't, I was with my boyfriend. My first everything.
Except kiss, that was middle school.
But now, I'm back to hiding in my books. Its easier to ignore my life if I'm focused on some fictional characters life. I'm quiet, I don't go out much. Again, I'm introverted. Without my best friend, I just feel lost.
I can't believe she's never coming back... I'll never hear her sarcastic remarks, or mean, but funny, comments about random people at the mall.
Everythings different now.
The Carpal Tunnel of Love:
oo1. Books
oo2. Laughing, not that I really do that much anymore
oo3. Dancing in the Rain
oo4. Movies
oo5. Popcorn My Kryptonite:
oo1. Depression
oo2. Lemons
oo3. My Ex
oo4. Death
oo5. Change
Stuck in my Head; For Good ;; Wicked  -Twin Brother [new kid! aka Fakesuperheroname]  Alexander Ryan Parker Well hi there, you can call me Alex. I was born in 1991, making me nineteen. Hate My Life:
My life hasn't been the most exciting. Lots of people I meet have stories that are to sad to take, or some are even too good to be true. But mine has been normal and pretty good...Well let me take that back. It has been normal and good, up until just recently. But we will make it to that in a second, lets start from the beginning.
I was born to a single mother. Five minutes behind my twin sister, Chelsea and I was named Alexander after my great grandfather apparently. My childhood was filled with pirate adventures and tree climbing as my mom worked as a maid. My sister joined in my games often, I didn't mind seeing as we were close as any two siblings could get without being quite literally joined at the hip. Being a twin meant you always had a best friend. Growing up I had problems with opening up to people, the only one who could get me to talk was Chelsea. Outside of her I had no one that I really could trust. I avoided getting personal with people and instead turned to jokes.
When Harley moved to town in eighth grade, I believe, me and Chelsea moved a little apart. We still talked to each other a lot and hung out sometimes. I do have to admit, I was a little jealous at the fact that she had someone else besides me to talk to, but if Chelsea is happy who am I to argue? A year later she moved and Chelsea moped for a couple weeks until they figured out a system. I was glad they stayed close because I didn't want to see her sad.On the other hand though, I hate to admit it, and if anyone asks I will deny it, but I liked having Harley far away. I didn't really have to share my sister except for maybe three times a month. Around Junior year she came back and I was going to have to get used to the fact she was here to stay.
In high school Chelsea and I were in different groups. She was always with giggling girls and I was the nerd standing on tables at lunch and dancing to make someone laugh. Our groups never really meshed together but I always knew at home she would be there for me.
I made it through school with excellent grades, despite my multiple meetings with the Principal. After graduation, it was a whole week of parties and plans for moving away to college. I hardly made room for my sister during that week. This became my one regret when I got a call on my cell phone. Chelsea had been killed in a car accident. And it had been Harley's boyfriend, and someone I knew fairly well, who collided with her. He killed her and that there made him a murderer in my mind. There was nothing he could say to change that.That guy had taken my only true friend from me.
I put my plans for college off to the side for a little while and decided to stay here. It is easy to be here for my mom when she needs me. Plus I sort of need someone to lean on.
Harley was there too. Besides me, Chelsea trusted her the most and it is nice to talk to someone besides my mother. Humor is gone from my life, I am a changed person in only a matter of a few months. Has it been months? I have lost track. Too painful to remember.
Behind These Hazel Eyes: I have never been much of introvert. I was much like my sister, where I was loud and sarcastic. The one difference is that I couldn't open up to people, like Chelsea could with her best friend Harley. I hid behind jokes and pranks and when I needed to talk I knew I could go to my sister and my best friend.
After her death there was nothing I could do but hold all of my feelings in. No more jokes. No more laughter or pranks. I became a garbage can of emotion, I shut down, despite my knowledge that Chelsea would want me to keep laughing, sometimes it just got too hard.
Nowadays though, if I ever do crack a joke it is to see Harley smile, because she now is the closest thing I have to Chelsea and I figure I am the same thing to her. But the jokes are weaker then they used to be, more hollow. The Carpal Tunnel of Love:
oo1. Colors
oo2. Jokes
oo3. Singing in the shower
oo4. Candy
oo5. Monkeys My Kryptonite:
oo1. Cars
oo2. The guy who killed my sister.
oo3. Talking
oo4. Crying
oo5. Secrets
Stuck in my Head; Move Along // The All-American Rejects  [align=center]
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 12:43 pm
[Follow Gaia TOS]
Self explanatory
[No cybering]
This can get steamy and what not and we're all big kids we can use words like boob and p***s but seriously, censor it.
[BE ACTIVE!!]
If you know you won't be on almost everyday, don't join.
[OOC]
ooc need some sort of (( || [[ {{, anything so long as we know its ooc.
[I'm God]
Yeah I really am. So if I say no...it's no. This also means I have the right to kick you out so yeah, fear me.
[Grammer]
Use it and spell your words right too.
[One liners]
No. I understand writer's block but I hate one liners. How do you rp...to nothing?
[A pet peeve]
I really hate when someone posts, then the person replying in it writes down everything single thing the person said in their own post. It's so annoying! I don't mind if you do like one line or two lines, because sometimes you need too, just not every single line the person says every single post!
[Vacation]
If you're going to be gone for a while...tell me. If you just suddenly stop showing up I'll replace you.
[Don't throw in random stuff]
In your profile, if you say one thing, that's your thing, you stick with it. I don't want to read one thing in your bio then have you go and say something completly different about your charrie in the rp.
[Specific to this rp]
Have fun with it. I mean, you don't have to stay married to the person you're roleplaying with. Be whores! biggrin
[Profiles]
Title you're profile Samantha is amazing, end of story and put a ninja at the bottom.
thanks for the rules, TM! <33
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 4:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 10:39 pm
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Please control your temper and think outside the box.   Plastic faces hide the real fact that this is just a huge act,
Casting by the day.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 12:59 pm
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:08 pm
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☆Once upon a time I was falling in love, now I'm only falling [apart]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
Harley's long brown hair whipped in the summer air. She sighed heavily as she leaned against the side of her house. The sun was setting, the end of another day. Another day without Chelsea..
Another day without her best friend.
Her dark eyes closed, and when she opened them again, her mother was scrambling up the walk. She swiftly walked past Harley, babbling away on the phone.
Yeah, she was one of the types of people who's phone was permenently attached to her hand. Which left little time for Harley's needs.
Not that she wasn't used to that. Ever since her parents split, it only got worse.
It just hurt because she wanted her to care. Lately, everything just seemed like a big letdown.
It started with her parents divorce.
And ended with her exboyfriend killing her best friend.
Even though a month had passed since the incident, the wounds were still fresh.
But none of that stopped her dad from calling every other day, bothering her to decide on a future.
You need to prepare, get ready for college. Your future.
How was it right for her to have a fun before college summer when her best friend wouldn't even get to go to college?
How was it fair at all? How was any of this fair? In one night Harley lost everything, but Chelsea lost her life.
None of this was right..
Just when the tears started streaming down her bare face, her mother busted back outside.
"Harley! There you are. Way to give me a heart attack." Harley's eyes slowly opened.
Had her mother really not noticed her crying?
"You got more flowers earlier.."
"Fabulous.. burn them." Her face was straight, cold, and hard.
"Honey, don't you think you could use Jay right now--you two were so close."
"He killed my best friend, mother."
Anytime Harley brought up Chelsea's death, her mother retreated. Chelsea was like a second daughter to her mom. Her death literally affected everyone.
"I'm going on a date."
Her mom stated, blankly.
Now that Harley really looked at her... "You look really pretty, mom." She forced a smile, and her mother smiled brightly back. "You should go out too."
"With who?" Harley shrugged, finally standing up.
Her best friend was dead and her boyfriend was a killer.
"What about Chelsea's brother?" That was one of the first times she had actually said Chelsea's name.
"Alex?" She nodded.
"He's probably.. busy.." Her mom sighed and her phone went off. "I'll see you later tonight, left overs are in the fridge!"
With that, she was heading to her BMW and leaving. Harley was left alone in their house, yet again.
She went back inside, grabbed her phone, and fell onto the sectional in their living room.
Complete silence.
Emptiness.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:02 pm
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Alex sat on his bed quietly. He tapped his fingers on his stomach and listened to the leaves rustle outside. He didn't feel like moving. In fact, he hadn't really moved a ton, except for the necessities. Or when his mother ushered him out of the house for fresh air. Though she hadn't moved much either.
He grumbled as his stomach growled loudly. Alex had been doing his best to ignore it for about a half an hour but his body wasn't taking any of that. He hated moving to the kitchen because he had to pass Chelsea's room. That was one of the most painful things right now. Getting the strength to get up and being rewarded with a fresh wave of pain and guilt.
Finally he summoned everything he had and walked out of his room slowly and with his eyes shut. When he was sure he had passed her room he opened his eyes and made a bee line for the fridge. He wasn't sure where his mom was and the question briefly crossed his mind, that is until he saw left over chicken calling his name. His stomach growled when he saw it.
Alex was about to pull it out of the fridge when his mom called."Alexander is that you?" The whole eating idea was too good to be true.
"Yeah mom."Who else did she think it would be? Chelsea? His stomach sank at this thought.
"Will you please come here?"She called from the living room.
Reluctantly Alex closed the fridge and walked to the living room. His stomach feeling emptier with the picture of food fresh in his mind.
Once close enough to the couch he threw himself down on the couch in an exasperated fashion and turned his head around to look at his mom."Yeah mom?"
"I want you to go out tonight. See some of your old friends." Hearing his automatic groan reaction, she stared at him as if saying there would be no getting out of it. It only made him groan louder. He didn't want to leave. He had everything he needed here."Why don't you see Harley? If she is as bad as you she'll need cheering up." She suggested in a tone that was as optimistic as she could get it.
"She is either busy or her phone isn't on." Her phone was hardly ever on he had tried to call her about twice in the past month.
"You could try."
With a heavy sigh Alex walked off. His mother had won and she knew it. He would try and call her after he had gotten something to eat. Though his appetite went out the window with his mood.
Quickly grabbing an apple, because chicken didn't sound good anymore, Alex ran back to his room where his phone was and, instead of calling sent a quick text. Then he could eat his apple without having to talk while eating.
'Hi, it is Alex.
Would you like to hangout?'
He didn't add the part about his mother practically forcing him to. He felt that would be somewhat rude and he did kind of want to talk to her, a little.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:43 pm
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Є๓ɨʟץ Ɍѻรєʟץภ ȻѻยɾϮɀ
################### I know that they look exciting,
But underneath they're hiding who they are.
They will hunt until they get you,
So make them believe you're too different for the pack. Hold on a little longer,
Don't give into the black. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@Emily had arrived in Clover Ridge only yesterday with her mother. Her father had already been not only to the house before, but had been at the the new office for the last month, getting everything ready.
Her mother had immediately gotten the house staff, which had already been there for two weeks preparing the house for their arrival (it HAD been an old one after all), to fill her in on any house details, and got lost in it all.
After the flight, Emily had desperately needed a nap. Once that had gobbled up several hours of the remaining day, she started unpacking the rest of her things that hadn't arrived ahead, which lead her into night. Then she'd gone to sleep utterly exhausted and not woken up till noon.
Currently, Emily rolled down one of the unexplored streets of Clover Ridge in her silver 2010 hybrid Sedan. It had been her big 16th birthday present. Looking at the cars in the driveways as she passed, she couldn't help but feel a bit self conscious in the incredibly expensive car, but she absolutely loved it.
Normally driving down every street in a city would have been ridiculous, but in this town... Emily figured why not? She had nothing to do, had barely been here, and wanted to check out where she would be living for who knows how long. The rest of the summer at least... But it sounded like her parents were going to enroll her in the high school here for her senior year.
Wow, public school for the first time for your senior year. Brilliant.
For now however... she simply had to worry about summer. Make some friends and chill right? Simple, yeah?
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$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$If you want to be remembered
Please control your temper and think outside the box. Plastic faces hide the real fact that this is just a huge act,
Casting by the day.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 2:12 pm
|soo, i wrote a post. and it deleted it cause gaia hates me. i should wait on TM anyways...|
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 5:23 pm
[[ I'm driving home now so I should have my post in like an hour roughly ]]
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 7:13 pm
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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