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 Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 12:30 am
|| Almost ready to start... I cannot wait.||
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 5:29 pm
|| Who thinks we should start soon? ||
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 11:48 am
♥ I think we should go ahead and start it. And you can just pm the people that don't know about it starting. ♥
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 10:21 am
Soulless_Wonder || Who thinks we should start soon? ||
((Generally, the thread owner kicks off the RP. cat_smile ))
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 9:21 pm
Irako of the Desert Soulless_Wonder || Who thinks we should start soon? ||
|| Yes I know... I kinda asked that to see who was watching this ||
|| I will be sending out a comment on everyone's page just in case this Saturday night saying we will for sure, positively, start this sunday ||
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 10:29 pm
|| Balls. When I'm ready to post my computer crashes. After a lot of hours, and frustrated tears I revived my laptop and now I can start this a little later than I wanted to ||
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 10:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:54 pm
 XXXXXXKing of Broken Heartsxx ♕♕♕
Xavier Christopherson "Jó reggelt, kedvelt. You must not be late."
Xavier blinked blearily as his mûanya opened the curtains covering the floor to ceiling windows, flooding his room with light. He would have groaned and thrown the covers back over his head, but Emese knew him too well and seized the covers in her no-nonsense manner.
"You know better, kedvelt. With an expert flick of the wrist, she stripped the bed with strength that belied her small form and age. Xavier grumbled, then sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Can't I skip school, mûanya?" His voice was plaintive, almost a whine. Emese looked at him, a stern expression on her face.
"Te jó isten! Your face, like a kitten begging for the table's cream! No, kedvelt, it is to school you will go, and no complaints."
Xavier sighed gustily, and was promptly creamed with a blue pinstripe shirt to his face. These were followed by a pair of navy slacks that landed on the bed next to him. He waited for Emese to leave, then reluctantly changed into the clothes she'd selected.
He wasn't looking forward to school. Last night, after coming home late from a party, his parents had given him another lecture about his duty as their prodigal son and how he must grow up and begin applying himself to his studies in order to take over their companies when the time was right. Never mind the fact that he hated the idea of being in charge of such important companies. He had absolutely no intentions of going along with what they wanted. Why should he? There was plenty of skirt to chase, and he intended to live it up.
After eating breakfast, he took his backpack held out by one of the servants and moseyed out of the door into the limo waiting. The school wasn't too far away, so it didn't take long before he was getting out again and walking up to the school. He took his time about it, though. He didn't care if he was late or not. It's not like he would be paying attention in class anyway.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 6:26 am
SÎ◊bªɧη ªSɧwÎη ɧ◊Ļ⊥ łὄvἔ мἔ ὄʀ ђᾄҭἔ мἔ, ἷ'м ṩҭἷłł ᾄᾗ ὄвṩἔṩṩἷὄᾗ. ǷĻȪSÈ, ¢ªĻĻ мÈ ªSɧ. ılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılıılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılıAshwin woke up before her alarm even went off, slinging her legs over the side of the huge, lush bed and getting up. She made sure to turn the alarm off so it wouldn't start to ring while she was in the shower. She gathered up some clothes and headed into the large bathroom, whistling in excitement. She couldn't wait to see everybody after a year away from home. She showered quickly, jumping out and drying off. She dressed and glanced out her window, seeing Eddy down by the limo. He was her bodyguard and chauffeur, having been hired in Europe when she'd started getting big as a model. He was pretty cool, and funny, and completely hot! Too bad he was way to old for her, in his mid-thirties, and married with two kids. Adorable children, too.
When she was dressed she continued with her morning routine, brushing her hair and teeth, putting in the myriad of earrings that lined her lobe on the right side, and the simple three diamond studs high in the left ear, then she pulled on her tall boots. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she gave a nod of approval, then headed out. Notice she hadn't put on any makeup. She didn't really need it. It was only used to give her those funky, extreme looks that fashion photographers seemed to love, but normally her skin was flawless, and her eyelashes long an full. Times like this is when she thanked the Cherokee in her blood. It gave her good, sharp features. And it had helped her make it big in Paris in a matter of months.
When she got outside and tossed her bag into the back of the limo, she grinned at Eddy, "Long time no see, buddy. I guess you'll be following me around school? You don't have to, I doubt anyone here will recognize me as a big-time model."
Eddy chuckled, "On the contrary, you'v been posted on the cover of Seventeen. But, I won't follow you, you'v got my number for emergencies. I'm taking my kids to the zoo today." He reached into the front seat and handed her a magazine.
Ashwin frown, "I don't remember shooting this." The photo was dated soon before she came back to the states, by the time her modeling career had gotten well underway.
Eddy chuckled again, "That's because you had twelve other things to do that day. Now get in the car, you'r going to be late." Ashwin gave him a mock two finger salute and a crisp, "Sir, yes sir!" Then climbed into the backseat with a giggle. When they got to the school, Ashwin hopped out, kissed Eddy on the cheek affectionately (over the past few months he'd become like a surrogate uncle to her) then headed towards the school building, practically bouncing with excitement.ılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılıılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılı__________ __________
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 6:25 pm
 ♥Loving Takes A Lot Less Energy Than Hating ♥After overhearing Jessica's alarm going off, Lydia woke up also. She rolled around a couple times, trying to go to sleep for another five or so minutes. In the end, she sat up and finished some last minute homework while waiting for her sister to get out of the shower. She had worked overtime the other night and was so tired when she got into the room after taking a quick shower she collasped on her bed and fell asleep before she was able to finish her homework. When Jessica got out of the shower, she looked up at her. "No, it's ok. I took a shower last night."She laid her homework down and hopped out of bed, going to into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and washed her face. She ran a little bit of water through her short hair so it'd look more natural than her bed head. After doing the morning necessities, she put on her clothes and grabbed her backpack, heading downstairs to the kitchen. Her sister had made toast. She sighed and went into the kitchen. "Jess, I'm really hungry today. I'm just going to quickly make some eggs to go along with the toast." She grabbed the egg carton and a pan. Then she turned on the stove and cracked a couple eggs for Jessica and herself.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:26 am
 STEPHEN HAYNESThe Almighty MeIf you bother my girl again, I'll rip your guts out through your asshole.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEEEEEEEEEP.
A tangled mass of heavy blankets, disarrayed pillows, and ruffled dark hair tumbled off the bed and onto the floor, making a soft thud. If it weren't for the pillows, his landing wouldn't be as silent. Two hands emerged, searching through the confusing bundle, which was followed by an exasperated groan. Too damn early. Dark locks popped out of the mess, then came an immensely irritated face. His hair was sticking out in several and different directions, while dark flat eyes stared angrily at nothing in particular. Someone was going to get fired because of that alarm clock.
He got up immediately, untangling himself from the sheets. After gazing at every single detail in his room, his thoughts strayed to the events last night. Try and try as he might, this particular boy could not get the memories of last night out of his head. Ever since those pesky girls barged into their lives, he had a feeling that something bad will bound to happen. He unreasonably blamed those girls for his father's rantings. No way, he couldn't say anything about it though. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction of being able to get to him. His aim now was to force them to drop out of school. Which shouldn't be that hard. The boy crawled back in his bed and lay there awake but with his eyes closed. He was trying to drown away all those thoughts. All he wanted was to get back to sleep. Once again, the device beeped insistently. He propped up with his shoulders to glare at it that dared awaken him in such ungodly hours.
As if trying to toy with his anger, someone knocked and opened his door.
"Young master. It's time to wake up now. Your father requests your presence downstairs", the century old butler said. At first, the boy ignored him but then gradually got out from bed.
"Request denied" was the last thing that Stephen Haynes said before getting inside the bathroom with a slam.
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Apparently, Stephen still had little power over his father. After his denying the request, he was forcibly brought downstairs. The maids had to tidy him up with a struggle, since the boy put up quite a fight. The situation worsened when his father 'decided' to take him to school. Stephen, finally gave up and let him. So, they got into one of the most luxurious limos they had and drove away.
The trip to school did not take long, since traffic was cleared for them. Officers always made sure we were never stuck at any point. Of course, any limo would be given special treatment in any street. Plus, everyone already knew who was riding what. Stephen had no trouble with the ride. The problem was that the talk with his father was just beginning to annoy him.
"I know. Someday I will take over. I understand. Yes. I do. Yes. Yes, father", Stephen replied as monotonous as he could to every question his father fired. He didn't like it when his father piled more expectations. It was too troublesome to even listen to a word he says.
Fortunately for him, the school finally came into view. He got out as soon as the driver pulled over. He was finally thankful to get out of something expensive.
The only thing to do now was to survive the never ending crowd of girls.
OOC; sorry for the long and late reply. >.< next posts would be shorter.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 5:30 pm
XXXXXXKing of Broken Heartsxx ♕♕♕
Xavier Christopherson Away from the stifling influence of his parents and feeling more awake now, Xavier began to take in his surroundings. Plenty of girls were staring and whispering at him, so he waved and flashed a little smile. They all giggled and blushed, and Xavier felt that familiar thrill he got when he was playing on women's heartstrings. He had power over them, and it was fun to use it.
Xavier spotted Stephen as soon as he climbed out of the limo. His friend looked exasperated and ready to break some faces. He strolled over as Stephen's limo pulled away and drawled lazily, "So what form did the lecture take this time?"
He was well aware of Stephen's situation. It matched his own pretty closely, except that Stephen didn't respond to parental pressure in the same way Xavier did. Stephen gave lip service to his parents about fulfilling his duties to them. Xavier made it clear to his parents that there was no way he was being their obedient little heir.
As he waited for his friend to respond, he winked cheekily at a tall girl that he vaguely remembered seeing on the covers of some magazines. She definitely looked like model material, and a half-idea sprouted in his mind. It'd be fun to have a model girlfriend for a while, and she looked like she'd be a challenge to conquer with that punk style. He wondered if she was a lesbian. He'd never flirted with a lesbian before, but if she was one, it'd be an interesting experiment to try and make her his girlfriend.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 2:05 pm
SÎ◊bªɧη ªSɧwÎη ɧ◊Ļ⊥łὄvἔ мἔ ὄʀ ђᾄҭἔ мἔ, ἷ'м ṩҭἷłł ᾄᾗ ὄвṩἔṩṩἷὄᾗ. ǷĻȪSÈ, ¢ªĻĻ мÈ ªSɧ. ılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılıılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılıAshwin strolled across the grounds, forest green eyes flickering in their perpetual amusement and good humor. She hugged friends that she hadn't seen in a year, and looked down on those who attempted to become friendly with her just because she was rich and mildly famous. One well placed word or glare separated the true friends from the impostors. She grinned and told stories about Europe to those who asked. It was so good to see everyone again.
Before long her attention was drawn by a familiar flash of raven black hair. She turned in a flash and jumped up above the small crowd that had gathered around her, then she whooped when she recognized Stephen Haynes. He had been like a brother to her before she left. She shoved through the crowd and ran over to him, jumping at him and wrapping her arms around his neck, "Stephen! Long time no see, man." Her sultry, husky voice was raised just slightly in excitement. She let go of him and stood back, looking up at him with her hands on nicely shaped, broad hips, "Wow, you'v gotten tall. I mean, I'm relatively tall, but you'r way up there."
She glanced at the other boy, remembering the way he'd winked at her when their eyes had met. It was obvious he was the type who thought he could get any girl, and it was obvious that he may have set his narrow sights on her. She gave a mental snort, As if. I would never date his type. She gave him a don't-even-think-about-it sort of look and turned her eyes back to her friend. ılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılıılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılı__________ __________
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 10:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:01 am
♥Loving Takes A Lot Less Energy Than Hating ♥When Lydia was finished making the eggs she put them on her toast, the same as her sister. She looked at her sister when she mentioned self study and nodded. "Sure, since I'm probably going to be late anyways." She said, using the time as an excuse. She didn't want her sister to know that she was a little scared of going to her class by herself. Who knows what those hypnotized classmates would do to her. While walking to the entrance of the school she caught a glimpse of the familiar 1% that made her life a living hell at school. Then Jessica pulled her wrist, dragging her around to a wall. "Whew that was close." She looked around the wall to make sure no one had spotted them, then looked around for a escape route. "Let's try going around the back of this building. There should be a door to a janitor's room or something that we could sneak into. Plus they'd never follow us in there."
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