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 Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 11:23 am
Table Of Contents,
Lyrics,
Plot,
Rules,
Profile Sketch,
Accepted,
Rooms
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 11:25 am
Table Of Contents,
Lyrics,
Plot,
Rules,
Profile Sketch,
Accepted,
Rooms. Kill Hannah - Unwanted
I dedicate this song
to the boys who don't belong
to the girls who get it wrong
i'm dedicating this to the ones who don't exist
are you hearing this?
are you hearing this?
unwanted
unneeded
you've always been mistreated
HANG ON!(don't do what they say to)
unwanted, and been for so long
say, "hey mom! i'm never going home again!"
I dedicate this song to my boys who are strong
they just don't go along
i'm dedicating this to the girls who don't fit in
from the orphanage
now hear this!
unwanted
unneeded
we've always been frustrated
HANG ON!(don't do what they say to do)
unwanted
and been forever say,
"hey mom! we're never going home again!"
I dedicate this song
to the ones who don't belong
unwanted
to the ones who don't belong
i know who you are
you're unwanted
needed
wanted
hang on! we're never going home again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 11:36 am
Table Of Contents,
Lyrics,
Plot,
Rules,
Profile Sketch,
Accepted,
Rooms
It's the last day of school before you brake off and go to college. You've been unwanted all your life, witch might be why you have absaloutly no friends. Maybe it's because people think your a bit of a freak or maybe it's because you perfer to be alone. I don't know you, no one does. Your just one of many people at the school. But your one of many of the unwanted.
So your graduating this year, well you already have, now your going to prom, maybe alone, or maybe..Just maybe. Your one of the people that is just with the wrong people. you hang out with people in your 'clique..' But this summer, on this trip it's all going to change. You are all rooming together, well on the same floor at least, but you must share a room with someone. Wether you like them or not is up to you.
Eventually, you may like some of the unwated children, and finally you'll understand them. From being with them for a mounth. So your all going to be stuck in the hotle and in the one area. You can go where ever you want. Your freedom only really has a few restricktions. 1.) You can not go anywhere alone. and 2.) You may not leave the country.
Will you fall in love, will you make friends. Or will you chose to stay alone? It's all up to you..
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 11:47 am
Table Of Contents,
Lyrics,
Plot,
Rules,
Profile Sketch,
Accepted,
Rooms 1.) No god modding.
2.) Romance is allow if not wanted.
3.) Cybering...Not A-OKAY.
4.) I don't tolerate discrination, bitchyness or rudeness.
5.) If I say your out your out.
6.) We're all equal, although I have slightly greater power.
7.) Don't copy my rp idea, unless you get my permission and this ones dead. It would be much appreaciated.
8.) No flamming spamming whatever you call it.
9.) Send the profiles to me under. I'm just another unwanted misunderstood kid.
10.) I may and may not change these rules.
11.) Follow the rules please.
12.) Have fun.
13.) Don't kill people off without there and my permission.
14.) If you leave the rp tell me why .
15.) If you plan on being away please let me know, I don't really like banning people for not posting...
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 11:52 am
Table Of Contents,
Lyrics,
Plot,
Rules,
Profile Sketch,
Accepted,
Rooms I chose to name myself: [[Gaia username.]]
And I didn't get to pick my name my parents did: [[First middle and last.]]
My parents mixed gentics made me look like: [[Real picture please.]]
The things that made me who I am today: [[The events that have occurd/ Bio]]
I promise I'm not old, yet: [[18 or 19]]
You know, I always enjoyed being myself and this is who I am: [[Personality]]
I have a feeling I forgot something let me add it now: [[Other/ nick names and anythign else I forgot.]]
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 11:56 am
Table Of Contents,
Lyrics,
Plot,
Rules,
Profile Sketch,
Accepted,
Rooms ~!*Oi mate, you've made the unwanted list*!~
Unwanted: Ladies.I chose to name myself: xXMatthewFangXx
And I didn't get to pick my name my parents did: Madaline Antonet Fang
My parents mixed gentics made me look like: 
The things that made me who I am today: Thus far, my life has consisted of these events: You know, my life hasn't been perfect, no one has had a perfect life. So why am I telling you about mine..Because xXMatthewFangXx has requested my past and current situation.
In the past my parents were banshed at there parents hand. My grandomother thought sex and children were un-clean. And she didn't want her daughter to make the same mistakes. Yes I know. 'Was this lady born in midevil times.Then frozen and releashed now?' No, she wasn't but she was planning on carrying on the family ledgend we were claimed the non breaders. And were do I come on, well I, was the mistake in the back of a pick-up-truck. My mom was young and foolish, as for my dad, he wasn't young and the bloody b*****d knew was he was doing, he knew his way aroudn women. A mouth later, my granmother the lanky b***h, noticed my mom had a nice looking chubby tummy. Dispite the fact that i was actully a rather light baby. When she found out since she refused to kill the baby, she took it as her royal dutie to kill my mother shortly after. My dad, had died to, he came for my birth, I never met him though. Being a baby I was to stupid to remember anyone.
So i've spent most of my life running away from my past. Unwanted and un-needed, I had always been mistreated. Of course I was misunderstood and forced to live with the evil witch herself. Thus the reason for all the running. She wanted me dead, and I alway wanted to be dead, but some part of me clingged to life by a thred. I'm sure you've herd this before. "When you cling to life by a thred, eventualy everything falls apart." And that's exactly what I did, I feel apart.
I promise I'm not old, yet: 19
You know, I always enjoyed being myself and this is who I am: I myself and quite cold, my words never really mattched my face. I look innocent and pure and copletly okay. But I'm not, being torn apart at the seems has made me a bit bitter. Although I can let lose, and sometimes even slid from under my high wall. The one built to keep my emotions on and people out. It all depends on who you are.
I have a feeling I forgot something let me add it now: I've always carried my black cat in my book bag. Her names Midnight. She's quite cute. and as for my other names. The ones people don't call me. Matty and Maddy is perferd. I chose to name myself: hellbells
And I didn't get to pick my name my parents did: Clara Marie Jones
My parents mixed gentics made me look like: 
The things that made me who I am today: Her parents lavished all their attention on her older sister, Patricia, who was a drama queen and loved the stage. Clara preferred reading a book to singing a song, and her parents constantly tried to encourage her to be more out going. They couldn't understand her, and thought that she must be unhappy because she didn't want to go out as much as Patricia. They forced her to join the drama society, but she felt ridiculed and humiliated everytime she was given or role, or said a line, or tripped clumsily onstage. She began to be teased for her old fashioned name, and her quite manner. Her parents watched on confused as she simply clammed up and refused to tell them why she had stopped going to the drama club. Unable to cope with their dispointment she drew herself into her studies, spending hours and hours doing extra curricular activities. Eventually she gained a sort of peace within herself as her parents over looked her and she could simply slip through life. This is the point at which you see her in the photo, however, a few months later, Patricia left for college. Suddenly her parents had only one child to pay attention to. They sent her to a stage school where she became more and more upset and panicked constantly. She began to have panic attacks on a regular basis. She started to see a school councellor, and left the stage school and now has methods to keep calm, but she is terrified that this move will just be yet another thing to make her distressed and nervy.
I promise I'm not old, yet: 19
You know, I always enjoyed being myself and this is who I am: she is extremely introverted, she usually spends her time writing in her diary about the activities around her, or doing school work. Her councellor is worried that if she continues to bottle everything up inside for too long that she will simply flip out. She emotionally mature and very naive at the same time.
I have a feeling I forgot something let me add it now: allergic to peanuts, she carries an epipen at all times.I chose to name myself: tillxdeathxdoxusxpartAnd I didn't get to pick my name my parents did: June [no middle name] Taylor
My parents mixed gentics made me look like: 
The things that made me who I am today: My mother was a rape victim, and I never knew my father. As long as I can remember, my mother was a meth addict, and a drunk. But by the age of 12, the addiction got too far, and we lost our house and belongings. We started off living in family and friends houses, but once they realized mothers addiction, they kicked us both out. Shelter to shelter, state to city, I had enough. When I was 14 I decided to run off and live on my own. I would no longer be my mothers little companion to let all her frustration on. Since I was too young for a job, I applied for internship and they realized my situation and actually paid me a little bit of money now and then. Yes, this actually seems like I was doing well. I had my own room and bath I rented off of an old man, and did well in school. Until I was 16- 17 ish. My mother found me, abused me, and demanded that she stayed with me, and me with her. My mother’s addiction did not quite. If anything grew. She stole my money, leading to me being un able to pay rent. So I left again. And watching my back every turn to make sure that I don’t see her walking behind me.
I promise I'm not old, yet: 18
You know, I always enjoyed being myself and this is who I am: I am random. I can be goofy at points, and serious at others. Depends on my mood and surroundings.
I have a feeling I forgot something let me add it now: uhm.. just call me June. or anything that suits me..
Unwanted: MenI chose to name myself: X-x-XKnockingonthedoorX-x
And I didn't get to pick my name my parents did: Alex Francis Coleman
My parents mixed gentics made me look like:
The things that made me who I am today: From an early age Alex was alienated from the main body of students. Being ignored did not siut Alex's personality and soon he bacame depressed. Having gone to many psychiatrists that failed to solve his problems, he takes several kinds of anti-depressants. He hates himslef and is now the one you'll usually find in a corner.
I promise I'm not old, yet:19
You know, I always enjoyed being myself and this is who I am: Alex is very sullen and now prefers to keep to himself rather than talk to others. His parents treated him very badly and he has a very slow self-esteem.
I have a feeling I forgot something let me add it now: Nicname(s): Al I chose to name myself: xXMatthewFangXx
And I didn't get to pick my name my parents did: Matthew Anthony Fang
My parents mixed gentics made me look like: 
The things that made me who I am today: I was always with my sister, although she never liked me, my mom had me before, and no one knew about me but her and my bialogical father. I met out mom breifly she took care of me, but she had to return to her mother so she pawned me off on an old woman. Who I now consider my mother. I always knew I had a sister, but I had never met her.. She was in grade nine. Her names Madealine, I haven't confronted her about it yet because we're both always alone. And I just wouldn't know how to go up and say. 'Hey did you know were siblings I'm your half brother, we have diffrent dad's but the same mum!' I just couldn't do it. I broke every time I tried. But she'll hopefully find out this year, sincer were both graduating I figured that I'm running out of time, I may never see my sister again if she never finds out..
I promise I'm not old, yet: 19
You know, I always enjoyed being myself and this is who I am: Matthew is somewhat happy. He was never into depression, too depe anyways. He come off as a bubbly person. He's an avredge guy.
I have a feeling I forgot something let me add it now: I like the nick name Matty, or Matt. It reminds me of my sister. Since people when they talk about her so I've herd..Call her Maddy. I chose to name myself: ship-wreaked1
And I didn't get to pick my name my parents did: Adam Randal Lawson
My parents mixed gentics made me look like: 
The things that made me who I am today: My mother died turning child birth so I never knew her. My father, was an insane drunk. All he did was drink and drink alone until one day he died of alcohal poisoning. and right before he died he told me I was the reason he pushed himself to what had happened. After he died I was put in an orphanage. I lived there until I was 7 when I was adpoted by the nicest people in the world..Ayear later they died in a car accident. I was all alone again. I now live by myself trying not to talk to people, I could have ended up with many friends if I wanted them but I always pushed everyone away.
I promise I'm not old, yet: 18
You know, I always enjoyed being myself and this is who I am: I am quite bitter and mean to everyone. If you happen to catch me on a good day I might let you into my life, bu that hardly ever happens.
I have a feeling I forgot something let me add it now: I have always had an obsession with black. I chose to name myself: Ninja Zackeus
And I didn't get to pick my name my parents did:Zack Zig Zicari
My parents mixed gentics made me look like: 
The things that made me who I am today: My dad abused my Mom until the day I turned 17 and I snapped on him, I went into a frenzied state and I don't know the details, but the next thing I knew, his body was in pieces, my mom looked at me with fear in her eyes, and my fathers blood flowed on my hands and had painted the wall. I walked out of my comfortable life after that moment and have been living by myself for two or so years now. I barely ever talk anymore, and if anyone points out my scar, my memories come back, and bad things happen. My life is very solemn, and I live by myself usually,
I promise I'm not old, yet: 19
You know, I always enjoyed being myself and this is who I am: Quiet, Angry, and a bit depressive every now and then. From 'The Day,' I have stayed silent speaking words only when needed, so I've observed much, and analyze everything in my head. I usually overanalyze the simplest thing.
I have a feeling I forgot something let me add it now: If I go outside alone, leave me be, I'll probably be practicing Taijutsu in order to cool myself down. I'll come back relaxed afterwards. When I'm bored I draw or write poetry, so I've become a great poet and artist, and will usually have my focus immersed in my notepad.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 11:59 am
Table Of Contents,
Lyrics,
Plot,
Rules,
Profile Sketch,
Accepted,
Rooms
Meet your new roomate
Room-
1.)Zack X Maddy
2.)Clara X Matthew
3.)
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:51 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 11:11 am
{{ Yess! He's adorable! }}
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 12:40 pm
[[xD I'm glad you think I'm adorable..! In almost every rp your person seems to..But yeah he's pretty cute razz ]]
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 3:12 pm
~!*OPEN*!~
Maddy walked off the transit bus. Sighing to herself, she had a long way's ahead of herself. Well nto really but for a human on foot, it looked like a far stretch. Maddy didn't have a car, or family ro frined's. to drive her up here. And she couldn't aford to lose her money on buying a car and getting car insurance. She slung her bag over her shoulder and started her walk.
Matthew pulled up in his mustang. It was his 'Dad's' Sorry gift. The sorry gift aprently trying to win Matthew back. But it wasn't going to work that way, and his dad knew it. Matthew grabbed his bags and walked to the front desk.
Maddy was already at the front desk grabbing her room key. They lady seemed to want her partner here but Maddy didn't know who it was. She was in room #1 closets to the front desk. She was getting the feeling that wasn't her acutlly room number, the lady didn't seem to trust her.
Matthew waved to the front desk lady. "HI!" He exclaimed as he told her his name. He was handed a key with a strange looking number 2. He sighed happily as he thank the lady and waved to Maddy. "Hi Maddy!"
Maddy looked around and noticed Matthew behind her. She shook her head distastfuly and waved. She didn't want to talk to Matthew, although he seemed to enjoy talking to her. Then again he was desprate for friends and would probably take anyone.
Matthew notice her dash off into room one. He waved good-bye and skipped to his room. He ran inside and flopped down on the bed. the one furthest away from the window so the sun would touch him last. He put his bags down on the bed and started to go through them, pulling out his Ipod he put the ear budds in and started dancing around the room singing as he put his stuff away.
Maddy sighed and started to silently uppack her stuff. Dropping it on the floor and looking around a couple of words escaped her lips. She normally avoiding talking but she was alone and she was quite fond of talking to herself. "So this is what I'm supposed to call 'Home..' for the next mounth. Well the suck fest has begun I might as well wollow in it.." She said down cross legged on the bed with her head phones now in her ears.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 3:33 pm
Adam got into his car and drove to the hotel and got out, bags in hand. He then went to the front desk. He looked at the room key the woman gave him. He sighed. "Room 3." He said as he went to room three. As he entered he took out his sterio and put on his alesana cd, playing Apoligy. He put his things away slowly, opening up one drawer at a time, the top drawer was boxers, and a bathing suit, the second drawer was shirts, and third drawer was pants. He then unpacked a stuffed bear he had with him. The bear was givin to him by his dead step mother. He put it down on the centre of his bed then layed down and said to himself "wow this place is nice..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 7:18 pm
Alex sighed and drove up to the hotel with his green... Car. No one knew what kind it was, the nameplate had been torn off before they had bought it at the junkyard. Pulling into the parking lot, he got out and put a large bag over his shoulder. "Ahhh, well... It's... Ok I guess..." He frowned, he knew he liked it... But Alex never wanted to like anything. Walking into the front lobby, he muttered his name to the lady at the desk who gave him a key with a '1' on it. Oh... How original. He walked up to the door and heard someone inside, his roomate was already here. Walking in, he looked at the girl. She hadn't seemed to notice him yet. Alex examined her quite thoroghly before letting out a loud "Hello." Over the music playing in the headphones he saw in her ears. Sighing again, he held out his hand and put on a fake grin. "I'm Alex."
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 5:22 am
"I can hear you just fine.." Maddy whisperd as she pulled her head phones out and turned her Ipod off. She sighed, I guess I have to be polite to him, I'm going to be stuck rooming with him for the next mounth..
"Madealine..Er..Maddy.." She said as her hand momentarily met his. She shudderd as there skin touched and quickly let go. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. On most people in wouldn't be noticeable, but Maddy was a sick looking pale. She sat back down on the bed, her back to Alex as she wrote down in her poetry book.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:14 am
Peace sighed when the bus finally stopped in front of the hotel. She grabbed her suit case and back pack and walked quickly threw the glass front doors. The woman at the desk watched her from the moment she stepped foot onto the clean white floors.
She walked up to the desk and met the woman's eyes. "Peace Lovings" was all she said and the woman handed her a silver key with the number two printed clearly on it. Em took the key and walked down the hall until she found a door that matched her key.
She could hear singing from inside the room. She knocked loudly and opened the door. Her roommate was already unpacking and quite loudly. She got a better grasp on her bag and walked over to the bed closest to the window balcony thing.
The room was better than she was use to having only been to ratty motels next to busy freeways. She looked around the room before looking to her room mate. "Hi, I'm peace, you may call me Em." she smiled at him trying to stay positive. He looked nice enough. She unzipped her luggage bag as she waited for his response.
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