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 Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 2:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 8:22 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 2:11 pm
It says we need 2 guys.... And I counted. Don't we only need one? Maybe I'm just stupid...
Bump
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:47 pm
No, youre right, we only need one more
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 4:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 7:26 pm
Me wants to start! But we need a man! rawr...
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 3:30 am
((Ya'll can start. We got the last member last night, so the roleplay is open!))
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 2:09 pm
{Rawr. I am the last member. Woot! *dances around a bit*
'Tis my color >.>
So, umm who wants to be the first offical poster? sweatdrop }
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 2:34 pm
Y U M I | | M I T S U  The sun shined, the birds chirped, the dog chased the neighbourhood cat...
The pain was still there. She still felt like her world was diminishing, one worthless second at a time. Never had a break-up hurt like this before, not that she'd ever had a chance to be. Devon had been her first.
Seriously.
Yumi, at the prime age of 17, with gorgeous brunette hair, and an upbeat attitude allowed, permitted, one of the school's princes, Devon Clearwater, to be her first boyfriend, and her first ex.
Bringing her knees to her chest, the girl sighed, and looked at her white bedsheets. Her cheerfulness was all an act, to help the other girls get over their troubles. When really, Yumi was just as upset as them. All alone, Yumi could show her true feelings and emotions, mostly centered around depression. However, Yumi had a job to do today, and it was vital for the plan to work.
Her task was to plant one on Kris, the player of the group. The one that charmed Maddie. One of the princes. As much as it will be hard to do so, Yumi knew it was harder for Maddie to witness it. The girl was worse than her, Yumi admitted, which probably wasn't something to be proud of.
Yumi Mitsu brought herself out of bed, and dragged her feet across her bedroom, to the bathroom that joined it. She showered quickly, and then got dressed, brushed her teeth, hair, and applied her make-up. The pink, swollen eyes were gone now, and were replaced by a peppy, cheerful smile, and sparkles. Yumi bounded down the stairs, onto the first floor, where she realized she was alone. Her mother left to go to a meeting, early in the morning, so Yumi had the house to herself, until she had to leave for the bus stop, that is.
Worse yet, Yumi remembered that Devon was at her bus stop. She'd forgotten, mostly because her mom drove her for a while after the break-up, and this was her first time back. Yumi frowned for a moment, but perked up enough to keep from sulking. She ate quietly, then cleaned up, before heading out the door, into the sunshine.
Pacing her footsteps evenly, Yumi began to hope that Devon would drive to school today.
Really, she did.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:33 pm
"Stephan, if you don't get up this instant, you will miss the bus." His mother warned from the doorway, watching to make sure he got up. Sure enough, he yawned, stretching, his hand hitting the headboard before he sat up slightly. "Go away, Mom," he muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. She scowled, but let him be.
He managed to get out of his bed and to the bathroom, clad only in a Tee-Shirt and a pair of boxers. He yawned at himself in the mirror, running his fingers through his short hair. He turned on the shower, before yelling, "Are you sure school's today?" He then stepped into the now-warmed shower, to wash the sleep out of his eyes.
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He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, and ran his hand through his hair again. Then he smirked, making two guns with his hands, shooting himself in the mirror. The he walked out of the bathroom, into the sanity of his bedroom- what others would call insanity. He found a clean shirt the was allowed according to the dress code and slipped it on, along with a pair of jeans, then socks and shoes, before heading down the stairs to the kitchen so he could grab his bag and a poptart.
He slipped his headphones over his ears as he headed out the door to the bus stop, though he knew he'd be early. Better early than late, he thought, making sure the bag wouldn't slip off his shoulder before he got there. He shared it with Devon- that's how they'd met- and one of the girls he recently dated. She hadn't been there in some time, though it really didn't bother him. He munched on the poptart, while his favorite song pumped in his ears. Beethoven Virus, Jenny Bae.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:55 pm
Y U M I | | M I T S U Taking the last few steps to the bus stop, Yumi sighed and leaned up against a tree, awaiting the bus. There were two others there, ones Yumi hadn't met.
Perhaps they transferred while I was gone... Yumi thought curiously, then smelt the scent of something sweet.
Is that... poptarts?
Her head turned, and her face fell. She'd forgotten that Stephan also went to the same bus stop. Yumi turned her head back, suddenly hoping the bus would come early, as well.
Especially, if Devon came. Not that Stephan wasn't bad, but seeing Devon... she might lose her composure. And that could prove bad for the task at hand.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 5:50 pm
Allyson woke to the sound of her mother's car tires screeching out of the driveway, so she was home alone. This is what Ally mostly preferend nowadays, though. She was never in any mood to talk to anyone.
Allyson took her time getting ready for school, as to leave no spare time. That could just encourage conversation, and that wasn't necessary, or wanted. She showered for a half hour, dried off slowly, and pulled on a pink tanktop, light blue zip hoodie, and blue jeans, then pulled on pink strappy shoes. She walked down the stairs and took her time gazing over all the food items in the fridge before pulling out a bagel and cream cheese.
After breakfast she checked the clock and realized there was about fifteen minutes until school started, so she hopped in her truck and let the heat run for a minute before taking off down the road. She came upon a bus stop and slowed to a stop when she saw one of her friends, Yumi, waiting there. She unlocked the doors and motioned for her to jump in, then glared at Stephen for a couple seconds, thinking so hard wishing almost that he could hear her thoughts. You're one of them... You hurt Lynette... She loked away before Stephen had a chance to notice, or so she hoped.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:20 pm
Devon woke up early in the morning with a yawn, small lines of sweat that were now beading along the ridges on his forehead made it evident that he had been dreaming... but what of? Sighing, he realized that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep and he unwound himself from the thin sheet that he pretended to draw comfort from. Rolling off the bed, he pulled off his boxers and turned on the shower in the bathroom attached to his bedroom. Climbing in and letting the warm water soothe his tensed muscles, Devon stretched and, inevitably began to think about food. He cut the shower off early and dried off, pulling on a black t-shirt with a The Used logo on it with a pair of dark bluejeans. He smelled baking from downstairs and glanced at the clock. "Holy crow..." He had spent more time in the shower than he would've liked to, and he still had to finish his calculus homework. Oh well... I'll do it at school. It was ok to do this since calculus was one of his classes held later in the day. Running downstairs and grabbing a freshly made biscuit and kissing his mom an the cheek with a muttered goodbye. Than he slung his book bag over his shoulder and walked out to the car. He didn't feel like sitting on the dirty, yellow germ-bucket that the school called a bus today, he felt tired enough as it was.~*`*~*`*~*`*~ Pulling the blue Spectra in to the parking lot, Devon sat in the car and waited for the song he was listening to to finish before climbing out and lockng the doors. When he examined the school, he didn't see a place of learning... He saw a prison that must be escaped. Deciding to go out to lunch instead of eating cafeteria food as compensation for submitting himself to the torture he would endure once inside the building, he marched into the school and put his less-needed things in his locker. No need to carry around inessential weight around. Grimacing at a cold yesterday's coffee that was in their, he grabbed it and tossed it into a nearby thrash can.
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