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 Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 8:52 pm
No idea who that guy is, but I'm going to PM him. Is it that bad? I haven't checked it out in so long. >.> But I'll definitely check it out and edit what ought to get edited. Edit: HOLY CRAP YES GETTING EDITED
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 9:20 pm
Ah. Such sweet, sweet lies. You're so nice! I'm kinda sad that I couldn't make my post a little bit longer. Like I said I wasn't quite sure about what to type for my character so I decided to at least get her moving. Kinda a 'I'm right here' post. Got to get in the swing of things!
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 2:29 am
Has anyone else been having trouble with their formating when they post? Its strange but my post for Marcel....
When I first posted it in one of my personal forums it was alright. All the paragraphs were indented and to the side. The picture was modified and much higher up. But for some reason its...well its how it is now. Am I the only one that this is happening to....?
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 2:48 pm
what no way more like sweet, sweet truths!! i am really sincerely in love with your writing, i really enjoy your posts. uvu
and hm, i don't think i've composed a post recently enough to say, but the last time i did try to write one the formatting was acting pretty wonky for me too. but i think yours looks just fine, if that's any consolation.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 11:48 pm
heart I missed Marcel! heart I missed both of your charas truthfully. You have a lovely way with words.
I think your formatting is fine, but I'll believe you if you say it's off. I haven't had formatting trouble...then again, I'm completely scatterbrained, so I may not notice whether or not mine have changed a lot. sweatdrop
NEWS!
First off, I have updated the gender lists to reflect who is still around and who isn't. If you see Ephraim and are wondering why he's still around, it's because Arthuritis told me he wasn't sure whether or not he would continue to play - I'm going to hold out on him a little longer before putting him on the Respite List.
For the others, they have not responded to me, so I have put them on the Respite List. If they do PM me and want to rejoin, I'll put them back on the active list.
I've not added the newer charas to the gender lists yet (even though they are on the dorm room post). I will do that at a later date, I promise they've not been forgotten.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 1:53 am
Isa-sama
Thanks! Like I said, I'm still trying to get a feel for the both of them. But the more and more I type out their reactions I can feel myself getting back into the way of my characters. I love that feeling.
Isa-sama & Queen of the Brainless
As for the formatting....I don't know. I just thought I should mention it. I mean, if I don't type my posts out in Word I usually use my practice forum so I can getting the colors and formatting right. And I did the same this time...but when I transferred it from there to here...it just changed. I thought it was really strange. I guess I'm just making a fuss about it because I really liked it the way it was before and the new version is just kind of throwing my off....
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Ah, couldn't sleep. So! Postage for Aquila~
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 9:57 pm
Shauna...I miss you.... crying
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 4:09 pm
Isa-sama Shauna...I miss you.... crying
I promise I'm going to try and whip up a post or two this week or next.
It's just that between prep for awa and then work giving me five shifts (when last week they gave me one) I've been worn down and extremely busy.
I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YOU DEARIES!
I've just been super busy as of late
(and also next week my boyfriend is coming over for a visit, so there's that too...if it's not one thing, it's another!)
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 1:15 am
.::Little Red Riding Hood::.  b a s i c i n f o r m a t i o n Hello, My name is
Adalaide "Ada" Juniper Blevins
I Have Been on this Earth for About
I am of the
I'm staying in dorm number
I'm currently enrolled in grade number
c o l o r m e p r e t t y
How I Normally Look
My hair is wavy, on the verge of curly, is a light auburn, and it's pretty wild. It has a mind of its own, really. I either leave it up most of the time, or let it do what it wants. My eyes are gray, sometimes hazel depending on what I wear. I got some freckles here and there on my face, but even more everywhere else. I kind of like them.
I'm not very fit, let alone eat well. As in I eat very little. I'm a snacker; I don't eat meals, but snack on things throughout the day, It's a bad habit, but I really don't have an appetite. Sometimes I even forget to eat. You can imagine what that could do to a body. I feel it in the mornings. As a result, I'm kind of lanky. Well, I've always been lanky (Ahem... I used to be called a boy when I was little, if that can give even more clues to my body type), and I'm not very strong. But I can run like the wind when I have to.
I'm also shorter than average, standing at around 5'5". I wear loose clothing (big sweaters and shirts, long bell skirts that cover my feet, and lots of gauchos), which probably makes me look even shorter, I don't know. I enjoy wearing colors of the forest: greens, browns, rustic oranges and reds, grays, beige, and blues. I'm not into the mainstream fashion trends, so I wear what's comfortable.
And every once in a while, depending on my mood and the occasion... I'll sport my favorite red sweater. Can't be neutral all the time, right?
Fairytale Appearance
Red is the girl that looks innocent, but also shows off a sense of budding femininity. A scarlet cloak made from heavy wool; a long, dark gypsy tiered skirt and a loose, linen blouse tied closed; and a pair of weather-worn leather boots for a long day's walk in the forest. Simple, but pretty and enticing.
y o u o u g h t t o k n o w
How I am
Where to start, really: I've always liked people, but most of the time, lots of people don't really like me. I was told by a past friend that I can come across as "aloof" towards strangers. I've never noticed this, but I'm inclined to believe her. What doesn't help this matter is that I have a serious case of foot-in-mouth syndrome. I blame my father for this. It's an inherited social handicap. That's not to say that I don't like talking to people. If anything, I can talk too much. I'm just... awkward.
When I DO happen to make a friend, my aloofness tends to calm down, and I become warmer. I suppose that behavior is just a defense mechanism. I love being with friends, even though I have only a couple. I become more colorful and hyper, and I love to share everything with them. I'm also a bit maternal towards my friends.
Growing up, kids used to call me "Adam" because I was shaped like a boy (still am in some ways). Another nickname was "airhead": I still am an airhead. I'm one of those people you have to explain everything to three times over before it finally sinks in. I'm one of those people that'll never get your jokes until a half hour later. I'm also one of those people where sarcasm and puns goes right over my head. BUT... once I get what you're talking about, I usually never forget, and I can understand. I've noticed this trait of mine is very frustrating for some people, and I get it. For others... well, they tease me about it. It's a joke to them. For me... it goes right over my head. Hah.
I'm a very determined person. My father taught me four things to accomplish in life: always do what you love on the side, use what you're good at as income, and to always have determination and honesty. Saying that, I strive for honesty in what I say and who I am. Even though I struggle a lot with how people think of me. At the same time, I work hard to never hide who I am with others. This makes me a bit vulnerable, I suppose, but I still don't tend to trust very many people. In the end, this will sometimes cause a lot of chaos in my life, and I end up getting hurt easily. I've been called naive, too.
Oh, and I get very easily distracted by things I find interesting. If you talk to me and I look away at something else, it's not that I don't care about what you're saying; it's just that I saw something in the distance that caught my eye. This has caused lots of problems for me, because I tend to be late when I have a scheduled appointment of some kind. If I see something that I fancy, I'll go to it, even if I have to be somewhere else in five minutes. This happens often, sadly.
How I came to be
I come from the wheaty plains of Iowa. My parents brought me up off the grid, ten miles outside of the small little town were technically a part of. I barely knew the kids my age, except for a couple of them, specifically two kids named Kiley and Daniel. They were my best friends, I guess, but Kiley and I got along very well. She and I had a bit of a puppy love between each other. We were young and innocent, and Daniel was extremely jealous. I knew them for a few years before they moved away. I never saw them again, and kind of muse over my relationships with them.
My father is a freelance copy editor, and my mother is a retired cellist. My mother tried hard to get me into music; she believed it would make me smarter, but I never had the coordination or attention span to learn an instrument, so she gave up. However, I had a knack for reading. I read my first book when I was three, and would cut pictures out of the newspaper every weekend and paste them in a scrapbook (still do, and I've collected five scrapbooks full of pictures since). My father was pretty ecstatic to see I'd taken so well to reading, so he just kept feeding me more and more books. Every night, we would all read to each other. It was an adventure, a game for me.
I was home-schooled up until I reached high school, but I remember making friends with a girl from the town's junior high. She was a runaway, and I had found her outside of my house one evening. My parents let her spend the night, and she and I became friends very quickly. I adored her; she was everything that I've never been. Rebellious, mysterious, wild, reckless, and blossoming into young womanhood. I was jealous of her, but loved her at the same time. She let me into her world, and I started to do the same things she was into.
This caused a lot of pain for my parents. I was always obedient and good natured. I'd never do anything to go against their wishes, not until this girl appeared outside our house. I changed what I wore, how I looked, how I talked, and what I wanted to do. I stayed out late, and didn't care about my parents' feelings, or at least pretended I didn't around my friend. But she gave me that sense of indulgence I never had before.
Then one day, I went over to her house only to meet the next best thing to her: an older boy named Vincent. I tell you his name and not hers because he's the one that led me further away from everything I knew was good. He was wilder than she was, and more beautiful. He didn't care about the world except himself and the person in front of him, which happened to be me. He was dark and charming, full of an energy that sucked me in and left me starving. He connected with me, and knew exactly what I wanted, what I was craving.
I kept going over to see Vincent, and he was always there, doing nothing but what he wanted to do. He told me about the places he's seen, the places he wanted to go, and how much he wanted to take me with him. I wanted him to. And then one night, a spark happened, and we kissed. And then again. Vincent showed me intimacy, something I knew he was very familiar with. If only I had been wise enough to realize that I was going down a path that I might've not been able to return from.
Vincent took advantage of me, and when I got scared and resisted, he left me a reminder of what could've happened if my friend's father hadn't come into the bedroom to pull him off of me. He left a slash across my navel with a pocketknife he had. He was ready to cut right into my belly if I didn't do what he demanded of me. I remember now that he was pretty drunk... tch.
My parents were called, and they came to take me to the ER. My father, my hero, carried me into the hospital with my mother holding my hand. I was a wreck; that cut wasn't deep, but Vincent and that girl made a deeper cut in me that no one could see. I had to get stitches, though, and now I have a scar on my stomach from it. As for the emotional trauma... I try not to let people worry about it, as I don't. It happened; it is what it is. The best thing I can do for myself is learn from it and move on. But, at times, it still gets to me. More than I'd like to admit, actually.
Needless to say, my parents wanted me to get help. I promised I'd do anything to make it up to them, that I didn't mean for anything to happen. I never wanted to hurt them. And while they seemed worried about me more than their own feelings, I knew I left a scar in their hearts, just like the one left in mine. So I got help; I went to therapy, talked about what happened. Eventually, my parents pulled me out of it. I think they were expecting a therapist to fix me, but the only one who could was me in the end, and we all already knew my problems. My parents decided that maybe the best change for me would go into public school, make newer and better friends. They were all for it; I wasn't. I was fine with staying at home and having them as my teachers. They were also my best friends.
It was around the time when I finally accepted my fate that everything changed for me, in the most unexpected way, when my parents received a letter announcing my acceptance into a prestigious academy. Despite the initial disbelief that any academy would accept me, I began to share my excitement with my parents after discovering and discussing my new ascendancy in life and education. The prospects seemed to excite my father; he imagined my world for me since I was a child. But I was so plain, and felt I had little to offer in a school that prided in the privacy of its youthful academia, let alone the confidence, perhaps the royal air of its students and their stuffy parents.
So when my parents discussed this change of plans with me, I was hesitant and doubtful; I had so much to lose if I didn't succeed because of my self-proclaimed inadequacies, but my gut told me that public school would probably be a repeat of Vincent, and would never take me to that place that I longed for: a place of endless possibilities and escape. Perhaps this school saw something in me through my education that I didn't, however they saw it. I just have a feeling that despite running away from my past, the worst, or best, has yet to come, and this is just the beginning of something bigger than anything I could fathom.
s o m e o t h e r i n f o r m a t i o n
There's something else you ought to know
While my encounter with Vincent left me a bit raw towards the male sex (probably the understatement of the year), I still tend to remain vulnerable to men and their wiles. .::ca adam::.(Darn mine eyes!) My hair is short and brown. Just got a haircut. ♥
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 5:43 pm
oh man a new profile i'm excited
hi there adam! welcome to eea!
i'd really recommend you give those rules there on the first page a good read and edit your profile accordingly so no one can get on to you about it
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 10:35 pm
Hi there!
Oh, dear, I must've missed something in the rules, then. I did read through them, but I suppose not wearing my glasses worked against me, heh. I shall look over them one more time!
EDIT: I FIXED IT. I'm usually very good at catching those things. e e Knocking on wood.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 10:37 pm
Hey there! Thanks for the profile, it looks lovely. 3nodding Thanks also for rereading the rules, you found the missing thing.
I find it interesting how you chose to write her profile. First person isn't something that is seen often, but that doesn't make it bad at all. It's different, and therefore refreshing (though any profile at this point is refreshing to see). I like the way you phrased her body type without actually coming out and saying it.
I also like how your history. It's interesting, and I can see the angle of her innocence to beastly men being analogous to Red Riding Hood's naivety of the gradma-disguised wolf.
However, I didn't read anything about how the Academy got to her. If you could add in how they approached her (and why they chose her), I'd really appreciate it. That's my only concern with the profile at the moment.
As I said, it's a good profile. Kudos to you!
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 12:17 am
Thank you! I wrote it in first person because it seemed to fit with the profile format, which is also in first person. ♥ I role play in third person, though.
And yes, the Academy! D'oh. xd
EDIT: There ya go. Phew.
And I just realized that the format DID ask for third person. It wasn't my intention to go against that; I've just been misreading everything for the past few days. Blugh. Good thing I took a break from my proofreading during the weekend. sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 9:19 am
Hey no worry, it's alright. Just as long as you role play in third person.
Thanks for adding what I asked for. mrgreen
Now to see what Shauna says about your profile.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 4:18 pm
It's brilliant and I loved it. I just wanted to note with the revision that added the bit about the academy, it was a bit unclear, to me at least. I kinda got the feeling like her parents knew what it was for, and that isn't supposed to be a thing that happens. There is always a cover up story for each kid, so if you could please state what they came up with for Ada I would appreciate it greatly.
But I agree that it was interesting and new to read it from first person. I adore her and can't wait to see what present characters she clicks with.
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