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 Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 10:02 pm
 Crashed on the floor when I moved in
This little bungalow with some strange new friends
Stay up too late, and I'm too thin
We promise each other it's till the end
Now we're spinning empty bottles
It's the five of us
With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust
I can't resist the day
No, I can't resist the day
Jenny screams out and it's no pose
'Cause when she dances she goes and goes
Beer through the nose on an inside joke
I'm so excited, I haven't spoken
And she's so pretty, and she's so sure
Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her
The summer's all in bloom
The summer is ending soon
It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
Maybe I'm a little bit over my head
I come undone at the things he said
And he's so funny in his bright red shirt
We were all in love and we all got hurt
I sneak into his car's black leather seat
The smell of gasoline in the summer heat
Boy, we're going way too fast
It's all too sweet to last
It's alright
And I put myself in his hands
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
Love, or something ignites in my veins
And I pray it never fades, in white houses
My first time, hard to explain
Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think
He's my first mistake
Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been
So I go, and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the five of us
In white houses
And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep
In white houses
In white houses
In white houses
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 10:33 pm
Everyone expirences it. The moment when suddenly, you're not a kid anymore. The moment when your innocence is gone. Sometimes you're twelve, some are fourteen, eighteen, twenty two, or forty three. But there comes a time when you grow up and blossom into an adult.
Something happens in your life and then BAM, you're a new person all together.
A group of six end up being roommates in a bungalow.
A group of six end up being roommates in a bungalow. Most of the six have never met. Instantly, "Jenny" (who's name you can change!) and Angel hit it off. She pretty much claims him and Kaylee and Remi have no outword objections. Since Kaylee is the quiet one of the group, she easily hides her crush on Angel. Slowly, Kaylee's innocence slips away as she is pulled into a whirlwind of partying and boys. Derrick is crushing hardcore on her, but she is oblivious to it because of her infatuation with Angel, even though Angel and "Jenny" are obviously shacking up.
Confused yet?
Just wait.
Remi, the stoner of the group, and Tristan absolutely can't stand each other. Unless Tristan is drunk, Remi and him fight like cats and dogs.
Then Angel ends up taking Kaylee's virginity in the back of his car one night and they promise to hide it from Jenny.
What if she finds out?
What if their perfect little world filled with promises and secrets bursts?
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 10:47 pm
 
-"Jenny" (Girl1): Dragon Rider
whatcha needa know?: She's the life of the party and gets with Boy1, who cheats on her later on in the game. She's very possesive and used to getting what she wants. Very alpha-female.
-Girl2: Rainbow!
whatcha needa know?: She's quiet, sheltered, and very very innocent. She also has a major crush on Boy1, who she ends up being the other girl with, despite her close friendship with Jenny.
-Girl3: TAKEN. Samanthaualani
whatcha needa know?: She's the stoner chick. Very laid back and normally gets along with anyone, despite her stand offish nature. But for whatever reason, she just can't stand Boy3.
-Boy1: TM
whatcha needa know?: He's the pretty eyed boy that girls die to trust. He lies and wraps you around his finger. Very cocky, dominant, and manipulative. He easily gets with Jenny but isn't ever satisfied, especially not once he picks up on Girl2's crush. Later, he steals her virginity and cheats on Jenny. But makes Girl2 promise to keep it a secret.
-Boy2: Superhero
whatcha needa know?: He's held a major crush on Girl2 since they met, almost like she's had a crush on Boy1. But he continuously tries to get with Girl2. He's desperate to impress her. Which is something he's never really been like. He's used to being more of a self sufficient guy who rarely dated. Not because he didn't get offers, but more because he was afraid to let someone in.
-Boy3: OMG!
whatcha needa know?: He's always been more of a jock. Not exactly the heartbreaker, but always very confident. He always gets along with everyone and never dealt with real conflict. Til he met Girl3, who just seems to hate him and he absolutely cannot stand it.
The only time they really seem to get along is when he's drunk and she's buzzed off her rocker, then they flirt like lovebirds. That is, until Girl3 gets scared and backs off. Not that she'd ever admit it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 11:01 pm
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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: Thu Jun 30, 2011 3:29 am
 Jenna-Lynn Avery Hi There! you can call me Jenny. I was born in good old 1988, making me 23. Hate My Life:
Sure, you could say I had it all. Only one sibling who is fifteen years older than me and my upper class parents, so I basically was a spoiled rotten "only" child. Please, life is only easy when you look at it on the outside.
My older brother was the "failure" of the family. He was already going down the harsh spiral of life when I came into the world. He got a girl pregnant by the time I was two, got caught stealing, when I was almost three, oh and almost overdosed when I was five. By then of course, my parents had disowned him and I haven't heard of him since.
But of course, since this is about me, I shouls expand on how my parents did everything they could to bring me up better than the man that used to be their son. Honestly, I play perfect princess at home. I am all "yes, ma'am" with a sweet smile and innocent disposition. With my prize winning behavior at home, I'm used to getting everything I want, and more. Mostly the more is things that I could care less about, but of course, why tell my parents?
School was always a different story. As long as I got good grades, my parents wouldn't believe any story of my "misbehavior". I would skip class in jr. high and high school. I would pull pranks on the girls that tried to steal my man, or tried to hurt my image. Afterall nothing could get pinned on me, so who would dare? Of course the excitement of getting out of school and the house was the best part of graduation. I wasn't interested in school, but I went to college to appease my parents.
Finally I told my parents that I was going to try something new. I didn't wait to hear what they had to say about it, but I knew that they weren't too keen on my way of things. Oh well. Tough for them.
Behind These Hazel Eyes: I know what I want and I have the power to get what I want. I don't take no for an answer. People should know not to mess with me becuase I hit back hard. Few people seem to understand that just becuase I look sweet and innocent on the outside, that I am not afraid to get my hands dirty.
Sure, people have spread rumors about me that I am a heartless witch that just messes with people. Alas people just don't seem to get the picture. I am not heartless, just a good actress. I don't like messing with people. I prefer to keep my reasons to myself.
There is a "good" side to me, which I gladly share with the world about ninety percent of the time. I love to be around large groups of people. I love getting to know people really well, and I am always willing to help out a friend or a good aquaintence in need. The Carpal Tunnel of Love:
oo1. Parties
oo2. A Challenge
oo3. Motorcycles
oo4. Fifties Music
oo5. New People My Kryptonite:
oo1. Lack of Control
oo2. Perverts
oo3. Posessive Guys
oo4. Being Ignored
oo5. RawTomatoes
Stuck in my Head; I Wont Dance - Frank Sinatra   Remi Adalynn Hurley You Good? you can call me Some people call me Rem, but lets stick with Remi. I was born in 1989, making me Twenty Two. Hate My Life:
I guess you're lookin' for a hard childhood or somethin' right? Everyone expects that I have some excuse for acting the way I do.
I sorta wish I could prove ya wrong, tell you that my parents were great and I lived in the white house with the white wrap around picket fence and the dog and perfect family dinners, the whole shabang. But if I told you all that, I'd hope someone would call Bullshit.
People have had it harder, this I know.
I never really knew my dad, he left when I was little. I have snapshot memories of him that fade away pretty easily, but thats about it. My mom raised me in a small apartment complex until she died when I was thirteen. My uncle, who I'd never even met, got a pretty little letter in the mail one day about me. He could take me under his wing or throw me to the foster system. Guess he had a soft spot 'cause he took me in.
It wasn't long before he tried to rape me. I never went back there, just left without a trace. At the age of fourteen I was a runaway who everyone assumed was dead. Which was perfectly fine with me.
I shacked up with some people I met on the streets for awhile, just living on their couch and getting by. At fifteen, I smoked my first blunt. I had been around it for about a year at that point, the smell seeming so familiar but I couldn't place why. It opened up my senses and I felt alive again.
Even to this day, I could live without it. But its a release and a memory all at the same time. It reminded me of my mom. I finally put the pieces together and of course she smoked, how else would she have lived the hellish life she did?
At seventeen, I got my GED and moved out of the dealers house and in a tiny apartment with a job at the local Steak&Shake. I loved my job and the people I worked with. My roommate was pretty cool too. Did I mention he was sort of my boyfriend? Yeah, was, until I found some other hoe in my bed with him.
"C'mon baby, don't be so surprised. You could always join."
Then I was gone again, running from my problems.
Guess that's when I started dating like a guy. I didn't want attachments, no baggage. Just fun, I'm young. I'm supposed to live it up, right?
I stuck to my job and wond up in a little community college for designers. Answered an ad in a paper for someone looking for some roommates for a bungalow. It seemed nice enough and now, here we are.
Its been about two weeks since we moved in together. Everyone's so different, like how did we all end up together?
But I don't mind it so much, the rents easy and the place is clean. These people are at least party people, so we have fun.
Except that one kid, God Damn. Tristan, he just racks my nerves. Unless we're ******** up. Then its like we've known each other forever, weird right?
Behind These Hazel Eyes:Everyone tells me that I'm so easy to get along with, but then I have a few handfuls of people that hate me for no reason. Apparently, I'm standoffish. How does that work when I have so many friends? Half of which, I don't even like. I'm chill, very laid back, until you piss me off... which isn't hard to do. I'm hella funny when I'm stoned, which is more than half of the time. I like to be on my own, I'm very independent and plan on keeping it that way.
I guess I sort of date like a dude.
Oh! And I think way too much. Fun fact. The Carpal Tunnel of Love:
oo1. Sarcasm
oo2. MaryJane<3
oo3. Stickers
oo4. Lollipops
oo5. Partying
oo6. Designing My Kryptonite:
oo1. Cocky Guys
oo2. Complaining
oo3. People Who Think They Can Sing, but so can't...
oo4. Crayons
oo5. People Who Hold Me Back
oo6. Death Stuck in my Head; click click boom :: saliva   Kaylee May NordiaH-hello you can call me Kay, or May, I've never really had a nickname. I was born in 1988, making me 23. Hate My Life:
Kaylee grew up in what would be considered a good home, she was loved and cared for, had an education, an amount of friends, and somewhere to live. For awhile, when she was very young, she was happy, but slowly as she started to become aware of her surroundings, she realized something. This wasn't normal. This 'home' wasn't normal. There was something different, and realized what she was missing. Parents. She had seen other kids, her friends, had walked away from this place with parents. New homes. She asked the people who took care of her, about what she was missing, the differences, and they answered. She was a foster child.
At the time, this didn't bother Kaylee. She wasn't really old enough to realize how different this was, she knew it was different, but that didn't mean much. She had always been told that being different just made you interesting. Interesting was good, right? Right. Right.
However, she wasn't getting adopted like her other friends, and slowly lost everyone she knew. She would just ignore people after that, in the foster home, because she knew she would lose them once they got to know eachother. It made her sad. Quiet. Sitting in the foster home, on her bunk, thats when she started to become quiet, and letting people use her. She wanted to make people happy, but didn't want to get to close to them, and that was keeping her from being wanted by foster parents. She liked it better that way. After awhile though, she wanted a home. Something stable, and it didn't take long for a family to come in and snatch her up. A cute, smart, and kind little girl? No problem.
Her foster parents names were Angie and Milo, they were mid-thirties, and nice people. They loved Kaylee, and Kaylee really liked them. She was happy. For awhile, but, once she started going to public schools and got more comfortable, things started to change. Milo had cheated, and they fought a lot, leaving Kaylee to hide in her room. They wouldn't fight around her, but she heard it. Always heard it. It drove her nuts over time, and they divorced, her going with Angie for personal reasons. She didn't want to be with Milo and a strange girl. However, Angie brought home guys too, lots and lots of them. It made her a little scared to date if thats what it was like, so she avoided it.
She was lucky she made it though highschool, but she did. Happily, she left, did a year at art college, and decided to stop for awhile. She wasn't mentally prepared for college, and decided she would get used to people more for awhile, and moved into a Bungalo with some new people. It didn't take long for her to start to warm up to them, but same old same old, she's the girl who will do anything for anyone, but won't speak up for herself. A crush developed quickly, but, knowing that the more popular girl sparked with him more, kept her mouth shut. Better to be silent then say it and sound stupid, right? She just hoped eventually she would get over it..
Behind These Hazel Eyes:Describing Kaylee would simply be, a mat. A doormat. She is not very good for standing up for herself, and lets people walk all over her. She would much rather be in pain herself than someone else, even if it really sucks. Kindness is her strong point, I guess, but she's very quiet and doesn't voice herself unless she knows she really should. She likes to laugh, and have fun, but she needs to know she's okay with the people she's with before she opens up. Embarrassed easily, she tried really hard not to make herself look stupid, but she's intelligent, so you would think that wouldn't happen, right? Wrong. Clumsy as can be she finds herself tripping over her own feet or slipping onto the floor easily. If there's even a slight chance, it will probably happen. Theres a good chance. The Carpal Tunnel of Love:
oo1. Sweets
oo2. Stars
oo3. Laying in the grass
oo4. Books
oo5. Naps
oo6. Painting My Kryptonite:
oo1. Overly Peppy people
oo2. Bitches
oo3. Being Alone
oo4. Sour things
oo5. Spiders
oo6. Being abandoned.
Stuck in my Head;   Angel Wilson Henderson Hey hos you can call me Angel, Kryps (like Kryptonite), Boomer. I was born in 1989, making me twenty two. Hate My Life:
No sob stories for me, not yet at least. I never had a mom, but I hear she was a crack smoking b***h so it's all good. My dad is fine, he never tried to ******** me, never beat me, nothing, he's a good enough guy. I grew up without much fuss. My dad had some desk job and I worked whatever jobs I could when I was a teenager so that I could get some extra cash. As a result of papa san's late nights, I played mommy. That meant I was in charge of cooking, which I ******** sucked at, and cleaning, which I never did, and buying food...which I actually did do. I felt like a ******** woman, so I rebelled. Rebellion for me meant being really ******** manly, and how do you accomplish that? Easy my good friend, you get chicks. My s**t started coming in around the end of sophomore year and because I was forced to be in touch with my feminine side, I knew what girls wanted. See, getting girls is like being a lawyer; you have to get into the other side's head, know what they're gonna say, what they're gonna do, so that you can counter it. I realized early on that being a good listener means getting to second base. Telling a girl 'they're better than that' means they'll hook up with you despite their boyfriend. There are all these little tricks to get you in bed, but you have to vary them up when you're dealing with more aggressive non bullshit taking girls. So a buddy of mine told me he was friends with some hot bitches and I decided to go along and meet these girls. They were all druggies, so at first my techniques didn't work on them, but I adapted! Stoner chicks are different! You can't just compliment them, they see through that s**t. You need to treat them, like they're guys, then slowly start to realize they're girls. So I used that strategy and lo and behold, I was getting a shitload of head. As a result, I started smoking a ton of weed, and then ventured into a couple of other drugs. Listen, people are always like cocaine kills blah blah blah, bullshit. I love cocaine and it's never done anything but love me back. Towards the end of high school I started getting a bit crazy. I was everyone's go to because, for some unknown reason, drug dealers loved me! So even if I wasn't doing an obscene amount of drugs, I was getting the s**t for everyone, so I got a ton of drug inspired nicknames. The cocaine and crack names really stuck with me because I really like coke, but I had to get the ******** outta high school. So I went to college and it was a ******** blast. Got myself a degree and now I'm good for business. One ******** problem, there aren't any jobs! So I work where I can but I also kind of need a place to live! So I got myself some roommates and now we live in some ******** house thing. I actually really like my situation. I do drugs when I want how I want. I can drink beer all day. Um, I'm ******** two girls at once what what! So technically I'm ******** one girl and ******** the other once, but I plan to ******** the second chick continuously. I mean come on, I'm twenty two, they shouldn't expect commitment out of me.
Behind These Hazel Eyes:I like to think I'm pretty fun when I'm with guys. I mean, I can get out of control when I do a line, but usually I'm just full of energy. I like to do silly things and joke around too. Um, I'm a whole different person when it comes to chicas...I'm not so much of an angel if you know what I mean. I'm a good liar, and I use it to my advantage. I'm nice to girls, like really nice, I'm just not very honest. I tell girls what they want to hear and if that's wrong then...then whatever. Overall I'm a resilient kind of guy and I look out for myself. I can switch personalities at the flip of a coin and am good at dealing with any kind of person. Typically I'm the go to guy when you need to handle a situation. The Carpal Tunnel of Love:
oo1. Girls girls girls
oo2. Cocaine, weed, boomers (not the shrooms kind), ciggys
oo3. Being the center of attention
oo4. Those silly pads from Urban Outfitters
oo5. Getting paid My Kryptonite:
oo1. Dudes who try and steal my girls
oo2. Getting s**t when I want to do a line of coke
oo3. Chick Flicks
oo4. Clingy bitches
oo5. Being out of cash
Stuck in my Head; Kryptonite ::: E-Manuel   Derrick Austin Cain Erm, hey, you can call me Rick, D.C, or even Derrick! Shocking I know.. I was born in 1988, making me Twenty-three. Hate My Life:
Let me start off by saying, I am so not troubled. So don't ask, for my sanity and your safety. People always ask if I was a troubled child, or if I had a horrible life. The answer to both of those is, no. I have nothing to complain about, not when there are people in Africa who have dying parents. My parents are both alive, I don't know if they are well, but alive nonetheless. The past is past and I am in the present now.
Now that we have that out of the way I must say, my live hasn't been fairytale worthy either. My parents could have written the book on 'what not to do if you have children'. Please don't take this as complaining, it is merely venting my inner rage. They are what started my trust issues off. Of course they worked good jobs, we had a nice house, they had nice cars, ect ect. But the jobs swamped them. Locked them into their own little worlds. Every promise broken with a, "Sorry champ, gotta work. Maybe next weekend." I grew up hearing that every weekend, finally I realized promises meant nothing.
As I got into high school, I went after girls. Back then I was small and skinny and the girls didn't even give me a second glance. When they did they just used me to make the jocks jealous. One specific jock gave me the worst hell, my nemesis I called him back when I loved comics. So I figured, maybe it was my lack of muscles that made me, well a geek. So I took a year and built up. By senior year I was stronger and better looking. This did it, or so I thought. I got a girlfriend right off the bat and I dated her until summer break. I was a 'in it for the long haul' kinda guy back then you see. Summer break rolled around and the I love you's started. The promises to stay together despite college. I thought I was on easy street then. She loved me, nothing could go wrong right? Well, wrong. The I love you's started just as she started having sex with the very guy I told her over and over I hated.
At that point my, already weak, trust pool drained completely. I withdrew from life and left for college. The party scene called to me and I accepted. No inhibitions to hold me back. No lasting relationships. I spent three years there and then moved again. Found a place to stay and people to stay with that are just like me. I unexpectedly fell for one of them too, though I am not going for it. She'll start making promises neither of us can keep and that will make life a mess. It is just easier to admire from afar.
Behind These Hazel Eyes:Well people have called me anti-social. I'd like to think that is not true, at least not anymore. Back a while ago when I was small and lankier I would have agreed, or should I say nodded awkwardly and then backed away, but now what with all the alcohol available to me I am not. I break out of my shell the most when I am at a party, drunk, or will never see the person again. It wasn't ever really anti-social, I would call it trust issues....and anti-socialism. A little of both really. The Carpal Tunnel of Love:
oo1. Dancing
oo2. All things comedy
oo3. Working out
oo4. Loud, booming music
oo5. Freedom My Kryptonite:
oo1. Getting older
oo2. Milk Chocolate
oo3. Being called a nerd
oo4. Being lied to
oo5. Colorless things
Stuck in my Head; Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.) // Katy Perry   Tristan Alexis Aldridge Hey, you can call me Tristan. I was born in 1987, making me 24. Hate My Life: Alright, so my life WAS great. My father is head of the Aldridge International Finance Company, founded by his great grandfather. My mother is from a long line of French nobility of old or some s**t, so she's basically inherited a hell of a lot of cash when her father died of lung cancer at like 45, thanks to being a major chain smoker. That was when she took off with the fortune and fled to America at 17 and used her foreign connections and money to hook up with the big-wigs of the US. That's how she met my father.
The point of explaining all of this, is that I grew up in an incredibly privileged household. Or mansion, more like. I had everything. Money, and countless friends. I went to a private school and starred on the basketball team- football would have been preferred but it was never my thing- but I wasn't a total jock at heart.
I was more of a party guy. I've gone through phases of getting into certain drugs now and then, but never quite got hooked at least.
Upon graduating high school with nothing lower than a C my senior year (thanks to threats from my parents) and nothing higher than a B, I figured it was really time to party, right? Well, apparently I was wrong. One year into the pure party life and my parents went and decided I was going to college if I didn't want to get cut off from the money pool. So I said fine- plenty of partying going on there right?
Well, in High School I really only drank or smoked, but college saw to the beginning of my on again off again drug phases. On again usually meant I'd been clean for a bit, and off again meant I got into some deep trouble with my parents on my back.
Finally, after getting arrested yet again (for beating the s**t out of my girlfriend's ex when confronting him for stalking her) And my parents got me off yet again with the big cash flow, they gave me the worst ultimatum: Finish college with no more arrests of any kind, or my only way of getting back into the money pool, was ******** boot camp. AND, to make matters worse, they nearly cut me off "till I graduated" anyway! Now with my penthouse gone and hardly any money left, I was reduced to sharing rent on a friggin bungalow with roommates and everything. I mean, their actually pretty interesting, but considering what I had... this sucks. Oh, plus my girlfriend who I'd faithfully (first loyal relationship!) dated for over a year dumped me for her abusive, but also still rich, ex, who's a** I'd kicked FOR HER.
Total bullshit right? I don't even know why I was with her for over a year, ******** gold digger that was all about connections and s**t. Tried too ******** hard with her fake tits anyway. Yeah, big boobs are a plus, but the real deal is always better. And nothing was real about that hoe.
Sore spot? Maybe.
Anyway, I still have my nice clothes and car (1990 Cheverolet Corvette!), and just enough cash each month to keep from needing a job, but barely. But not many of my old buddies come around anymore. Guess why. Behind These Hazel Eyes: I'm not such a bad guy. Sure, I can be a bit insensitive in some situations, but that's the money talking. And unfortunately, it's been talking a lot less lately. Usually the only fights I get in are over the defense of some chick. But I'm getting a bit sick of that. I'm really outgoing and make friends super easy- and that's not just the money talking, I'll have you know. I'm always up for a good time. I'm getting along just fine with... almost... all of my new roommates. Except for that hot stoner chick. ******** gets all pissy around me for no reason. I didn't do anything to her! Not that I wouldn't like to... But whatever. I'm dealing. Sorta. So far. Adapting ya know... I'm not the smartest kid around, but I can improvise. For example, we're all over 21 here right? Right! So drinking is safe! I can do this. I can do this. It's only for a year. Less than a year right!? The Carpal Tunnel of Love:
oo1. Drinking
oo2. Parties
oo3. MONEY
oo4. My car
oo5. Staying up late My Kryptonite:
oo1. Blondes with fake boobs
oo2. Loosing my money
oo3. Cops
oo4. Exes
oo5. Cheesy movies
Stuck in my Head; 
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 we've tried to wash our hands of all of this..    for the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins..
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 8:06 pm
wahmbulance wahmbulance wahmbulance wahmbulance wahmbulance
Okay! The Roleplay is going to start off about two weeks into them all staying together. So, they know each other, at least on some levels. They've partied a handful of times and are just really starting to get to know each other.
So, yes, the crushs have just barely bloomed. The hatred has just begun a bit. And we can get into the fun.
We're gonna start it off in the midst of a party, with me making the first post of course once all of the profiles are in.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:27 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 11:59 am
Remi woke up around two in the afternoon. At least today she was waking up in her own room. She pulled the covers up around her, shivering in her cold room.
The red head leaned over her bed and grabbed the box from underneath it. When she opened it, the sweet smell overwhelmed her just as it always did. She pulled out her little pink bowl and baggy, which she frowned at.
She obviously smoked more than she had intended to last night. Actually, what even happened last night?
She shook her head, packed the bowl and hit off it a few times before laying back down and staring at her ceiling fan. After a few minutes of calming down and trying to remember what had happened the night before, she rolled out of bed, and walked over to grab her oversized sweatshirt.
Remi stepped out into the hallway, which was significantly hotter. Apparently today would involve cleaning because there was trash everywhere.
Just another Saturday night filled with partying with her new roommates. She headed for the kitchen, checking out the unidentified lump on the couch on her way through. A snore echoed through the room and she couldn't help but laugh, she wasn't even that high... Just barely buzzing.
She reached into the fridge, thankful that she wasn't hungover as she grabbed the near empty milk and searched for some cookies. Which, of course, were empty except for a few crumbs.
Awesome.
After pouring herself a glass of milk she quitely tiptoed to Tristans room, which was right across from her own, and slowly she opened the door. Peaking her head inside, she saw another lump buried beneath covers. Her body shook, more cold chills. God damn! His room was colder than hers!
She kept her teeth from chattering as she crept over to his dresser and slowly opened it, pulling out his secret stash of Oreo cookies. Ohh, yes. Heavenly.
When she turned around, she knocked her elbow and her milk went crashing to the floor.
"s**t." She mumbled, her eyes instantly locking on the lump on the bed, awaiting her fate.
Now, you may ask how she knew where the one roommate that she disliked secret stash was. Simple, they got along just fine when they all partied. Everyone got settled in within three days and then they had a blowout housewarming party.
The very first day that Remi met Tristan, she didn't like him. He rubbed her the wrong way. His scruffy exterior and everything just made her eyes roll. You could tell he was used to getting what he wanted, he reaked of money. It was ridiculous. What was a guy like him doing with roommates anyway? Couldn't he afford his own place?
She ignored him from the start, but bit her tongue. She played not nice, but not exactly mean. She couldn't go ******** up the first day, this place was a godsend for her, she couldn't lose it.
But that did not mean she had to like him. They fought by the second day over her loud music... which wasn't even loud! He had came bursting into her room and it went from there. But during the housewarming party, they were laughing and smoking together, sharing a joint, just like old buds.
But now, he was probably hungover and if he woke up to her in his room with his oreos in her hand and her milk spilled on his floor, s**t was going to get real and hit the fan, twice.
we've tried to wash our hands of all of this.. for the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins..
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 4:41 pm
✖xxKayleexxNordiaxx✖ T H E S H Y A N D Q U I E T C L U M S Y O N E ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬| ┈ ♥⋰✖⋰♥ ┈ |▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬  I may n e v e r sleep tonight . . . As long as you're still b u r n i n g bright . . .
If I could trade m i s t a k e s for sheep . . . ✖ A young brunette haired girl awoke rudely from her bed, the sun blinding her when she opened her eyes, making her groan and curl back into a ball in her bed. She didn't have a hangover, thank the lord. Unlike the rest of the group, she knew her limit on drinks and where to stop. She wasn't as big of a partier as they were, but broke out of her shell better when she was a little bit buzzed. Drunk though, she had never been drunk, and didn't know what antics she would get into in that state of mind, so, so far, she had avoided it thoroughly. Slipping out of the bed she looked at her pajamas and shrugged, whatever. She wanted coffee, and pancakes! It was essential that those things made their way into her stomach before she began to go about and do things.
Heading to the kitchen, she saw Remi pass her, and rose an eyebrow to it, but continued on her way. He little shenanigans were early, and wasn't sure what she would get into, so she would avoid it for the time being. Starting up the coffee pot however, she heard her sneaking around, and pursed her lips. Oh god, she'd had milk. The empty bag of cookies told her that she was headed to Tristans room. To steal his own stash of snacks. More than likely that wouldn't end well, would it? Chewing at her lip she waiting impatiently for her coffee, and when it beeped softly, there was a clash. What? Turning a little, she sighed. Oh boy. She quietly made her way toward Tristans room. "Remi..what on earth are you doing?"Peeking in the door, there was the milk, on the floor. "Ohmygod. He's gonna be pissed, Rem, hurry go back into the kitchen i'll clean it up."
She hadn't exactly bonded with anyone, but Kaylee didn't really like Jenny. She would never say that of course, but she didn't. So, Kaylee stuck closer to Remi. "Hurry, Hurry."She ushered her quietly and grabbed the cup off the floor, and then grabbed a roll of paper towels from the kitchen. She really didn't want Tristan and Remi to get into again, thats why she would take a blow for her and cleaning up. Tristan and Kaylee didn't rub roughly like those two did, they were on good terms. So, spilling milk wouldn't make him go off, but unlike her, he was probably hungover. 'Man, all I wanted was pancakes and coffee...'
. . . Count me a w a y before you sleep . . .I'll still wait till I trade my m i s t a k e s . . . So they f a d e away. OutOfCupcakes: . . .
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 6:56 pm
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There was one point of the day that Derrick hated the most,
mornings. They brought bright sunshine and tweeting birds, and to
someone with an already achey head, that was hell. So as soon as soon
as those stupid blue jays started in it had the sleeping lump up and
awake. It didn't help that his curtains and windows were open at all. The
young man threw off the sheets and went to go close the window at least.
Too bad he hadn't estimated the brightness of today, or the glare that had
nearly blinded him. A pounding erupted in his head and he knew he was up
for good. A loud groan echoed through his room, as he faced that
realization. It wasn't a great way to get woken up in the morning, by birds.
Sighing Derrick moved to his full length mirror and looked at his body. He
grimaced and shook his head. He never really was satisfied with what he
saw. He felt he was always too puny or too lame. Self image issues from
his past... Well he was just going to go for a run later today to fix that. With
that thought he moved on and pulled on some pants over his boxers. He
was lucky he had managed to get off his clothes to be comfortable as he
slept, most of the time he was too drunk to even be able to function well.
As soon as he had gotten his pants on, he made his way to the kitchen to
get some coffee and aspirin. Where he saw Kaylee grab some paper
towels and run in the direction of Tristan's room. He shied into the corner
until she had left, then he went that way too. When he peeked inside he
saw Remi, cookies, and a puddle of milk. "Oooh someone's in trouble." He
teased in a whisper. Then he went back to the kitchen to start making
coffee and other breakfast things. Might as well make breakfast for the
whole group, to solve the problem that was bound to occur when Tristan
woke.
Derrick wasn't the best cook, but then again, 'beggars can't be choosers',
as his mother would say.
I took control of my life.take my hand, you can fly too.    
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 10:06 pm
$ That's money honey $Tristan Alexis Aldridge And I came here to make you dance tonight I don't care about my guilty pleasure for you
Last night had been pretty awesome. Almost like how things used to be. Party hard, and not give a ******** Tristan had ended up doing things he really shouldn't have. Like smoking pot with that crazy red headed chick.
Tristan really did NOT get her.
From the very start she had been borderline bitchy around him. Only with him, apparently. It's not like he had started s**t either. Nah, it was all her. Well. It was. Tristan didn't really feel like being very nice to miss b***h face.
Although, last night had been different somehow...
Now, Tristan never would have been talked into getting high, considering his past issues and current situation, but he was already drunk when offered a hit. And they'd already been getting along somehow before that.
Of course, all of this meant that when he passed out a few hours ago, he hadn't planned on getting up for a long time.
So. Of course. That meant he really was NOT happy to wake up to a loud a** (at least it seemed loud) crashing noise.
He hardly reacted at first though, having been so completely out of it. He might have even let it go, fallen back asleep, and forgotten about it by the time he woke up way later. BUT, the annoying a** voices made that difficult, and only served to piss him off more.
Right after Derrick peeked in, Tristan sighed very loudly, which was followed by his currently husky and very annoyed voice "Who the ******** is in MY room???" as his arms started to prop himself up.
As he did so, the blanket slipped down a bit, revealing his well muscled back, as he was slow to turn around in his current state.
Oh brother, spare us all, we don't care anymore xxxxxxx We just wanna get down on the floor  Shut your mouth and
get down on the floorSo ******** 'em if they can't take a joke
I'm just playing  Poor baby, I can dish it
'cause I know how to take it
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 10:44 pm
 *>>~<<* Jenny *>>~<<* "We took a walk that night, but it wasn't the same We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain..." Whatever it was that woke her, the slight ache of her body protesting movement, or the fact that bright sun was shining directly on her face, Jenny was not ready to admit she was awake. She rolled over in an attempt to go back to sleep. But as her luck would have it, her aching body was whining too loudly at her for her to relax.
"Fine,"she mumbled to herself. " I'm awake." She sat up and rubbed her eyes, yawning as she stretched. She slid off the bed and rummaged through her closet finding something to wear before making a beeline for the bathroom.
As long as she got a good hot shower in the morning and at least a half hour to make herself somewhat presentable, she could take on just about anything.
The hallway was messy, and she spotted a few people moving about out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't pay them any attention. She normally wouldn't until after she had showered.
A quick knock and a turn of the knob told her that the bathroom was hers. A flick of the lock and she set herself to work with her Frank Sinatra cd playing loudly in the background.. "There ain't no motive for this crime Jenny was a friend of mine Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on..." 
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 8:44 am
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Angel as a habit, found himself in weird places. He wasn't the type to fall asleep in a warm cozy bed, oh no. No, the man found a bathroom tub or a closest much more comfortable. As far as he was concerned if he woke up in his own home, he had had a safe night. And if he woke up next to anyone but a man, well he had had a good night-unless the chick was hideous because in that case he'd rather wake up to a good looking man. Sure everyone had their own business to go about in the morning, an it was true the world didn't revolve around Angel Henerdson (though he personally thought it did) it was amazing no one had noticed him curled up under the kitchen table completely void of clothing.
Speaking of the naked body curled up under the kitchen table, it was starting to wake up. The sound of people walking around, along with Derrick's sounds of breakfast makage, and even the slight tangy scene of weed, were all factors here.
Angel twitched in his sleep and narrowly missed slamming his head on a chair leg. He didn't do well with mornings though he had never in his life had a hangover. He was a natural drinker-self proclaimed and everything. The man made a cat like noise of discontent before sniffing the air like a disheveled puppy dog. The smell of coffee was everywhere! Blue eyes fluttered open and almost instantly Angel was wondering where the ******** he was. He looked around from his spot under the table and realized he was...under the table. Well he'd woken up in stranger places that was for certain. At least this wasn't the middle of the woods...
Angel spotted a pair of feet, and just judging by the shape and size, not to mention the clothing over them, Angel could tell he was in the room with another p***s wagger. Yes, p***s wagger-it sounded more dignified than dong dancer, which oddly sounded like a profession!
Oh well, this wouldn't be a fun then, but whatever! Angel crawled out from under the table despite his body screaming at him to stay put. It was probably a pretty weird thing to see; a naked man seal walking out from under the table-yeah not your usual morning routine. Angel picked himself off the floor and practically fell onto the table with a loud bang. His knees were wobbly, he didn't have any control over standing straight up!
In an effort to remain "cool" Angel spun himself around, put both hands behind his back, jutted his hip and gave gave whoever his current roommate was his sexy face. All of his antics were probably useless because he had just crawled out from a table completely naked. And to make matters worse, Angel had no ******** clue how he had gotten there. Angel wasn't allowed to go into the gay district (not that he particularly wanted to anyway) by his friends because there was a 100% chance Angel would get raped and wake up in a ******** dumpster with a nasty case if HIV and not remember who the ******** had raped him.
"Derrick" Oh it was just Derrick! Whoooh! Okay! Angel got out of his little "sexy pose" and scampered over towards the other man. Angel had no shame so he didn't really address the hanging friend between his legs. Angel leaned on the counter and peered over Derrick's shoulder, invading the man's personal space a little. And wow this whole place smelled like weed! Ugh speaking of smells, and noses, Angel's nose was killing him! Ooh, but that had meant he had snorted something which probably meant he had had a fun night. "What's for breakfast? When is it ready and can I eat it?" Well Angel was going to eat it no matter what, even if Derrick did say no.
Like most people this day in age, Angel had a hard time keeping all his attention on one subject. So the sunglasses innocently sitting on the counter, were incredibly appealing. Angel didn't feel hungover, save for a little wobbly, but he looked it. His eyes were rimmed red and he had little purple baggies indicating he'd been up partying. These glasses would cover up his imperfections/Angel really just wanted to wear them. Wow, there were definitely girl glasses too. Angel picked them up, flipped them open expertly with his thumb and threw them on his face. Okay not literally threw.
"Oh woah, these are ******** dark." He tipped the sunglasses onto the tip of his nose and looked around the room.
"Where is everyone? Slasssshhhhhhh do you have a cigarette?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 10:29 am
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When Derrick got in the zone....of anything really....he tended to put the blinders on,
and focused on nothing else. So he didn't hear Angel under the table or Jenny get
into the shower. He just kept going back and forth between two bowls, the refrigerator, and
the two pans on the stove. This explains the mini heart attack he had when Angel's banging
made him drop an egg. When he whipped around he had to laugh and shake his
head. Because like Angel he had some sort of cool to keep. "You kinda gave me
a heart attack. Thanks." Derrick should have expected it, this guy did seem to
find himself in odd places in the morning. Just an observation made by the very oblivious Derrick.
This guy didn't feel the least bit awkward about standing naked next to the food. Or
invading space that should be personal. So Derrick wouldn't bring it up, after all
just because he was body conscious didn't mean others were. Derrick moved to
the eggs and started scrambling them. He was starting to go back into that zone again,
until the man behind him spoke about breakfast. "I just grabbed things that looked good
and made a lot of it. It looks like a grabbed pancake mix, bacon, and eggs. I don't
even remember buying this s**t." He scratched the back of his head with a perplexed look
for a couple seconds before answering the other half of Angel's question. "About two
minutes and yes. At least I hope it is edible...." He trailed off before going to the
stove and putting everything on. He hoped people would appreciate this...especially
one specific person. He snapped out of that thought and moved to flipping the pancakes.
Instead of focusing on what he was doing he started listening to the sounds of
the house. One person was in the shower, others were in Tristan's bedroom still.
And then it was him and Angel here. Well now that he had taken attendance in
his head. He heard his friend once again. "They are sunglasses. Not meant to be
used inside." He said with a half smile.
"Shower, Tristan's room, us. Slash yeah." He left his cooking for the briefest second
to reach up into the cupboard to where he kept his stuff. When he grabbed it he
tossed the pack and the lighter over to him.
Breakfast was done and he started plating it. Handing the first plate to Angel before
rushing to Tristan's room. "Breakfast if anyone wants." He whispered trying not to
anger the already waking lump in the bed. And then he moved back to the kitchen.
"Would you like coffee?"
I took control of my life.take my hand, you can fly too.
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