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 Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 3:05 pm
A fantastic musician. His mother died from lung cancer. Now he is the new boy that lives across the street from her with an abusive father...
She is the aspiring artist that lived alone, her parents were never home. She helps him get away from his father from time to time.
He is the weird best friend from his old town, a dare devil of sorts with quiet a bit of spunk. He became friends with these people not to long ago.
She, is a poet with an attitude and a love for color. Also her best friend since middle school.
A dramatic actor. Known for his great performances in school productions, he is an actor in the making, yet a total dork. He has been her best friend since they were in diapers.
She's his sister. Only one year younger but equally fun to hang out with.
Three years ago her parents came back to take her to Austrailia. Her friends heard that her parents were staying there for business and didn't know when they'd be coming back, they did everything they could to make her stay. Her parents didn't listen... They made her go with them to Australia even though she didn't want to...
After three years though she's back now, and has been for five months. The six of them are back to living life like they used to.
Only now they've promised each other that no matter what they'd stay friends, or atleast try to; dispite all drama that they might encounter.
Pinky Swear...
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 3:06 pm
|| The Issue & Setting... || -Issue- He loves Her
But isn't sure how to tell her
What he doesn't know is that She loves him back.
She's just afraid that if they started a relationship and broke up that they wouldn't be friends...
He is dating Her, not exactly an issue but involved with one.
He plans on proposing to her. But isn't sure when, where or how, but he is.
She isn't exactly ready to get married yet, but she does love him and want to spend her life with him.
He's secretly dating Her against His wishes.
She is accidently pregnant with his child. He isn't exactly sure what to do about this.
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His father has been coming home drunk, which means his more abusive than usual.
Their parents have been arguing a lot lately.... And considering a divorce.
Her father commited suicide, her mother had a panick attack and went into the hospital.
His mother walked out on him and the rest of the family.
Her father left her mother for some female journalist in Birmingham. Her mother did the same only with some snobby wannabe author in London after the father left.
-Setting- The suburbs of a Small Town somewhere in New Jersey
Mid-Summer
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He is considering asking her to marry him. As He's about to, her phone rings; its the police calling, telling her that her father commited suicide.
She is just about to tell him she's pregnant, and thats when he almost has a mental break down.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 3:07 pm
|| The Rules... || Obey My Rules
Follow Gaia TOC
Romance encouraged, but no cybering
Cursing is Allowed as well, just don't over do it
Respect other RP-ers
Follow my Profile set up
If you need help finding pics, I can help you out
Please don't use astricks for actions
When your giving me your profile, try to make them seem a little bit like how I described them
PM me profiles with the color(I used numbers instead of words, so whatever color you think the color is) I used when I said She/He/Him/Her as your title
Make sure you tell me which person you are(Ex: Musician, Sister)
And last but not least, have fun!
Profiles get filled out like so: [img]url goes here[/img]
(If you'd like and you have more pictures you'd like to use you can put them in the form of a quote or saying with links)
[size=11][b]|| My Parents Named Me || [/b]
Full name, First Middle last
[b]|| But People Call Me ||[/b]
Nick names
[b]|| I'm The ||[/b]
Ex: Dare Devil, Sister
[b]|| I've Had This Many Cake and Candle Days ||[/b]
Your age. 17-19
[b]|| This is the Way I am ||[/b]
Your personalty
[b]|| My Story ||[/b]
Your Bio
[b]|| Gimme ||[/b]
Things you love, atleast 3-4, add more if you'd like.
[b]|| Keep Away ||[/b]
Things you hate, atleast 3-4, add more if you'd like
[b]|| My Secret ||[/b]
What you don't want people to know.
[b]|| They make my stomach turn upside down... ||[/b]
Explain why you're starting to like this person(Musician) Or why you're so crazy about them
[b]|| Anything else you should know ||[/b]
Stuff you'd like to add but wasn't filed under any catagories
[b]|| My Puppeteer ||[/b]
UserName[/size]
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 3:08 pm
|| Ladies... || || The Artist || || My Parents Named Me ||
Michelle Rina Genstury
|| But People Call Me ||
Michi or Michi-moo
|| I'm The ||
Ex: Artist
|| I've Had This Many Cake and Candle Days ||
17
|| This is the Way I am ||
I act quite nicley around my firned, and are always loyal to them when I can be. even though they will omtimes treat me the way I don't, I will still do what I can for them no matter what. I can be a bit crazy at times, but dont worry, I can be serious at times too.
|| My Story ||
I lived with my Mother, brother, and cat. My brother, who is 20, moved out, and so did I because I felt the need to go on my own (and to get away from my mother). When I was younger, I was bullied, pushed around and made fun of behind my back, somtimes even from my friends (who said I would never find out?). I always drew anime drawings because I love them. I hope to be a world wide known artist some day.
|| Gimme ||
+chocolate
+paper
+sketch pencils
+inking pens
+scrap paper
+a laptop
|| Keep Away ||
+little annoying kids
+Pirates
+Crabs (the ones form the sea)
+McDonalds
+Cheaters
+Hilary Duff
|| My Secret ||
That I have a small sickness, and it's possibly that I might die.
|| They make my stomach turn upside down... ||
I like (musician) because he's always so sweet to me. I don't know.. it's just a funny feeling, I guess...
|| Anything else you should know ||
I would like to learn more about colour pencils and mixing...
|| My Puppeteer ||
Sparkling Onyx || The Poet || || The Sister ||
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 3:09 pm
|| Gents... || || The Musician || || The Dare Devil ||
|| My Parents Named Me ||
Rasta Helios Domine
|| But People Call Me ||
Ras, DD, Daredevil, Monkey man
|| I'm The ||
Dare Devil
|| I've Had This Many Cake and Candle Days ||
17
|| This is the Way I am ||
Always willing to do something someone dares him, hotheaded, impatient
|| My Story ||
Rasta, or Ras as he is called, was always diagnosed as a troubled child. He always seemed to come home with some new injury or hurt, and it became routine for his parents. He never told them how he got said injurys, because he was afraid they would take his freedom. All his life, he had gotten into fights (because of a dare), gotten broken bones, cuts, bruises (because of a dare), and other things (usually because of a dare.) He is an excellent acrobat, trained by himself, and has been remarked to be like a monkey several times.
|| Gimme ||
A sweet dare.
A new knife.
Something to climb.
A hot girl.
|| Keep Away ||
Wimpy dares.
A feild.
Sickness.
LAME STUFF!
|| My Secret ||
Has low self esteem, and tell himself that if he does things that impress people, he will feel better,
|| They make my stomach turn upside down... ||
(none yet)
|| Anything else you should know ||
LOVES ROUND SUNGLASSES!! (the hippy kind)
|| My Puppeteer ||
Ras Domine || The Actor ||
|| My Parents Named Me ||
Jeff James shoemaker
|| But People Call Me ||
shoe
|| I'm The ||
actor
|| I've Had This Many Cake and Candle Days ||
18
|| This is the Way I am ||
funny and outgoing. Likes to be aroind people.
|| My Story ||
He lives with his parents, above the garage actually, and his sister. He has alot of animals and is overly protective of his sister. He doesn't want his parents to get a divorce, but its not as bad as what has happened with his girlfriend, or his siter though he doesn't know it.
|| Gimme ||
-animals
-alcohol
-chocolate
-acting
|| Keep Away ||
-spiders
-arguing
-fighting
|| My Secret ||
is a bit of an alcoholic
|| They make my stomach turn upside down... ||
He like the poet because they've known each other a long time and thier feelings have grown. he also knows that she's 'the one'
|| Anything else you should know ||
no
|| My Puppeteer ||
project alpha
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 3:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 1:45 pm
She sat in her room as her fingers tapped on the small keys on her laptop's keyboard, with a bit of a clikcing sound. her finger pressed against a small rectangular box under the built-in keyboard, and dragged it across, then lifted her finger, and poked. the computer's little speakers made the sound of a mouse clikcing,as she waited for somthing to load.
She scrolled down with the little roller on her laptop, and started poking the little rectangular pad again. She leaned back, stretching her hands infront of her. They were laced together, as she pushed them forward, feeling a ightening feeling in her kuckled. her knuckled made a cracking sound, but Michelle didn't wince from any pain, since it wasn't painful at all. her fingers were just cramped up form scrolling and typing and clicking.
She plugged a USB plug into the side, and the light beside the USB port lit up green. the scanner that was now connected to the computer turned on. She placed a drawing she drew inside it, and pressed a few buttons on the scanner, then typed some things on the computer. the Scanner started making a buzzing sound, and a small light could be seen from the small crack on the side, where the scanner opens. The scanner beeped to inform her it was finished. The pictures she had drawn loaded slowly onto the screen. She watched it load, slowly rolling down to the bottom of the screen. She had a smile lighting up her face. The picture was of a red headed girl with baby blue eyes. Her dress was purple with white polka dots, and she was sitting against a horse, which was lying down. The horse was brown with a white spot on its back and the from of it's nose.
Michelle had saves it, adding little touches to it to make it look a bit neater. She posted it on her artwebsite, then closed her computer to go down to her kitchen to go find some breakfast.
She pulled a small bowl out of her cupboard, placing it on the counter. Ever since her parents ditched eachother--including their own child-- the house has been cleaner and much more better looking. Even more quiet. Michelle opened the little box tabs on her box of cereal, Raisin Bran Two Scoops, and poured it in. She closed the tabs again, placing the box back into the pantry. She opened the refriderator and pulled out a catron of milk, pouring milk into the bowl, watching some bran flakes jump around from the milk entering the bowl. She closed the carton spout and placed the milk back in the fridge, and pulled out a spoon from the drawer, and began eating at the table.
On her dining table was a pile of work that was finished that she yet needed to scan and post on her site, which is what she would do after her meal.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 1:46 pm
"Mmmm..." Michelle purred as the spoon popped into her mouth. She gently pulled it out and put it back in the bowl, her jaw crunching the Raisin Bran silently between her white pearly teeth.
Her eyes closed for a moment from the blinding reflection of the light that seeped into the room when her Cat, Porky, jumped away form the window sill, her fat belly pushing the curtains out a bit.
Michelle grumbled, and watched her cat rub her head against Michelle's ankles. "Mrow!" she cat meowed. Michelle lightly scratched the top of the cats head and smiled. "You already ate a whole lot last night... you can't possibly be hungry still." she said to her cat. The cat meowed again, but a bit louder.
"You scare me Porkahontis." she said, pushing out of her chair, the botoms on the legs making a muffled screetch. the cat ran into the kitchen. Michelle twisted to the side, removing her legs form under the table, getting up and going to pour more food into the cat's bowl labeled "Porkahontis". She named her cat Porkahontis because She's quite fat, andhad long shaggy black fur like a Persian. And, because Michelle likes the movie "Pohkahontis".
Michelle reached into an open cupboard, pulling out a box of Iams cat food, and scoped a small cup of food, and dumped it into her bowl. "enoy Pudgy." she siad, and put the cup and food back on the top shelf.
Michelle went back into her dining room to finish her breakfast, shuffling the chair back under the table and taking anohter spoonful of Raisin Bran.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 7:47 pm
"DO IT DO IT DO IT!" the crowd chanted. DD shrugged and ran towards the teacher, clocking him in the jaw. Everyone cheered. Later that day his mom walked into the principals office, seeing Rasta there, she shuddered. "Honey..one day your going to do something that mommy cant bail you out of." He gives her a stare look and turns his head the other way. The principal glared at him and turned to his mom. "Mrs. Domine, im sure you know your son is very troubleing, and a disruption to this school.." His mom cuts her off and says "Just tell me what he did!" The principal jumps slightly and smooths her dress. "He broke a teachers jaw." The moms jaw drops and she turns to him. "Rasta...is that true?" He looks at her. "Mom...Has the principal ever lied to ya? It was part of the dare..." He looks away again.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 8:52 am
As the time passed by when she was finishing up her cereal, she slowly looked across the room at the analog clock hanging from the wall. it was a square wooden frame with a light brown finish. The small hand was pointing at the nine and the big hand was pointing at the three. "Nine Fifteen?!" she exclaimed, and quickly pushed out of the chair, picking up the bowl and placing it in the sink as fast as she could. She'd already taken a shower before she was on her laptop, which was excellent. Still, she was late as it is.
Quickly brushing her hair, she threw the brush back in the drawer and ran down the stairs, slung her backpack over her shoulder and out the front door. "My shoes!" she said in a hurry, running back un the stairway to the porch and back in the door. Michelle slipped on her American Eagle flats with ripped edges (for the stlye) and no laces (also for the style). They fit perfectly on her feet.
After running a bunch of blocks since she knew she wouldn't catch the bus, she stopped and panted, her pands placed on a post by the gate out in the front of the school. "oh.. my god.." she said between breath, then swallowed, looking up at the school. There were a few students rushing in the building, so Michelle descided to follow, her backback bouncing on her wist. It was a messenger styled bag, which she thought was better then a backpack since she knew if people were stealing from it or not.
She eyes came upon a teacher near the door who was followed out with two paramedics. "whoa.." she said, looking at his jaw as he passed by/ It looked like he was about to cry, as she turned around, almost being pushed over by a few other people that were following him out. Michelle rolled her eyes and made her way to her locker, spinning the dial on the lock as she did so.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 6:41 pm
After an interrogation that lasted FOREVER, Rasta gave up and left, to the protest and yells of his mom and the principal. He walked into the hallway, passing a few people who laughed and cheered him on. He looked at a girl who was having trouble with her locker.
"Need help?" He slammed the locker and it sprang open. "Catch ya later."
A guard runs into the hall, yelling.
"Or mabey not."
Rasta turns and sprints out the door, guard hot on his heels. He makes a hard right, pushing his way past people. All of the students made themselves an obstical, trying to stall the guard and give Rasta a chance to do whatever it was he was doing. He was climbing the side of the school, and waving into classroom windows as he went up, because they never came for him on the roof. Not after he jumped off last time they tried it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 1:17 pm
[[They all know eachother..]]
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 7:35 pm
[kay. well then i know your char, but the post is still the same xp ]
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