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 Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 1:23 pm
It was an ordinary night like most. It was fresh, crisp, spring air. It was about seven in the evening. In a small New York suburb no one expected what would be shown on the television a few minutes past seven..
"This just in! Every single resident living in Sunny Apartments has been slaughtered! We're at the scene now, and it would appear that there is one lucky resident, that wasn't killed! Let's go see if we can get a description of the killer now!.."
No one seemed to hear the rest. All of the town were in shock. Terrified.
Five girls bit their lips nervously, as they axiously watched the newscaster try to get a description of the culprits. They held their breath as each and everyone of their boyfriends were described in perfect detail. Tears flooded their innocent eyes, as everything seemed to fall apart.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 1:27 pm
oo1//Be literate
oo2//Try to limit cussing
oo3//Have fun
oo4//Try to post every four or five days
oo5//Respect everyone please*I WILL ADD MORE RULES IF NEEDED
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 1:35 pm
Reserved
Taken
Girl oo1// Maddy, Seventeen, The Prep
Girl oo2//Stephanie, Seventeen, The Athlete
Girl oo3//Abby, Seventeen, The Bookworm
Girl oo4//Larue, Seventeen, The Bisexual
Girl oo5//Momy, Seventeen, The Punk*Their personality is up to you, Pm it to me
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 2:15 pm
Reserved
Taken
Boy oo1//Eric, Eighteen, Party Boy
Boy oo2//Steven, Eighteen, The Jock
Boy oo3//Tyler, Eighteen, The Nerd
Boy oo4//Lucifer, Eighteen, The Bisexual
Boy oo5//Louis, Eighteen, The Rebel*Their personality is up to you, Pm it to me, along with a Bio
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 2:27 pm
Sunday//Monday//Tuesday//Wednesday//Thursday//Friday//Saturday
January//Febuary//March//April//May//June//July//August//September//October//Novemeber//December
oo1//oo2//oo3//oo4//oo5//oo6//oo7//oo8//oo9//o1o//o11//o12//o13//o14//o15//o16//o17//o18//o19//o2o//o21//o22//o23//o24//o25//o26//o27//o28//o29//o3o//o31
Hot//Warm//Cool//Cold
Morning//Midday//Evening//Night
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 2:29 pm
Reserved
Taken
Girl oo1// Maddy, Seventeen, The Prep
Played By//
Girl oo2//Stephanie, Seventeen, The Athlete
Played By//
Girl oo3//Abby, Seventeen, The Bookworm
Played By//Nami Hiroshima
If one would take the time to get to know her and have the patience to deal with her they would find Abby is a very sweet, caring girl. She usually has her nose stuck in some book or staring off into her own dreamland making it nearly impossible for anyone to ever approach her. She prefers her stories to the real world, she finds it is easier to read about someone else problems then deal with her own.
Abby
Girl oo4//Larue, Seventeen, The Bisexual
Played By//
Girl oo5//Momy, Seventeen, The Punk
Played By//M A N g ii na
Momy often tries to act like she is tough, but deep down she is truly a kind and sweet girl. Adventourous and a daredevil usually lead Momy into the principal's office. Momy is also pretty smart, a little unusual for punks, but she likes bending the rules.
Momy
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 2:31 pm
Boy oo1//Eric, Eighteen, Party Boy
Played By//
Boy oo2//Steven, Eighteen, The Jock
Played By//Ookami_Oshima
Steven can be a jerk, and a narcissus at times. The stereotypical jock. He's great at sports, the greatest quaterback the school has ever seen. Steven isn't exactly what one would call chivalrous, being a womanizer sometimes. He is very protective of his girl(s), though not exactly loyal, or honest. Steven usually takes any opportunity to pick on someone smaller than him. Like I said, the stereotypical jock.
Steven
Boy oo3//Tyler, Eighteen, The Nerd
Played By//
Boy oo4//Lucifer, Eighteen, The Bisexual
Played By//
Boy oo5//Louis, Eighteen, The Rebel
Played By//
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 2:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 2:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 9:44 pm
Momy was exhausted. Even though it was about eigth pm, she was tired which was very unusal for a night owl such as herself. Maybe because it was the math test she had taken earlier, or just the fact that she went shopping with her friends and just wandered around for three hours. Momy yawned and slowly made her way down into the basement which housed her room. It basically had a dresser, a closet, a computer, and a matress on the floor with a stereo next to it. She changed into some pajama pants, and a Taking Back Sunday tee-shirt. She grabbed her phone and sat at her computer. She found that no one was on MSN that she could truly enjoy talking to. Signing out, Momy plopped onto her bed, turning the stereo on. Laying down, she closed her eyes, hopeing one of her friends would text her or something to keep her company. "They're probably all out partying and getting drunk again.."
Momy chuckled at the thought. Just as the door to her upstairs was slammed shut, and her mom and Dave her mom's boyfriend were fighting again, but that was normal, so it didn't bother her to much, Momy just turned the volume up a little.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 4:08 pm
 Steven sat on the couch in his "friend's" apartment. She may have thought they were friends, but he never really had the intentions of befriending this girl. This girl, or rather, woman, was twenty-three, while he was only eighteen. The woman offered him a drink and he accepted. The woman offered him to stay the night, and he accepted. The woman offered for him to marry her, and he denied that request. That's when she kicked him out of the bed and he went out and onto the couch.
He rolled his eyes as he thought aboth the woman, "Women..." Though she was only in the next room, and he probably shoul've left by now, he still just sat there. He couldn't understand why they were so difficult, women that is. Nothing was good enough for them, they always wanted more. He wasn't going to throw his life away to some lady he didn't love though. Yet, love never seemed important in his relationships. Still, if he was ever to marry he knew who he was going to marry. He had her picture in his mind. Though his fantasy wife was just a figment of his imagination, that was who he wanted, and he wouldn't settle down for less. He liked living his life free, though it wasn't free when his girlfriend was around, maybe that's why he tried to see her as little as possible, or maybe he had other reasons for avoiding her. Maybe he didn't want to hurt her, maybe he was afraid he truely loved her, maybe he was just an a**.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 6:55 pm
 Bad Days by the Flaming Lips played on her phone, as she receieved a text fom one of her closet friends, Amy. It read;
Hay there! What's goin on with yew darlin?
Momy chuckled, and slid open the part that hid her keys. She replied with simple message;
Not much, deary. You partying it up like a rockstar?
Momy hit send, and turned her stereo up a little louder to drown out the sounds of upstairs. She was always eager to reply to stuff like that, it almost made her feel needy. She shuddered at the thought. She remembered never having to feel like that when she was with the boy that she used to love, well she secretly still loved him but decieded to stay away from boys like that for a long time.
Dave burst through the basement door like he was running from some homeless woman, it made Momy laugh at him. Dave flashed a glare at her. He disliked her as much as she hated him. It was an understanding they were at with each other. Though her mom was a completely different story. Vivian was shouting at the top of her lungs, as Dave almost seemed to be cowering in a corner of some sort. "You should get out you know. Girls enjoy privacy."
Momy muttered coldly, her bronze eyes fixing on Dave. "Well maybe some girls should learn to keep their damn mouths shut."
He grumbled in response, his eyes to busy watching the steps to glare at Momy. She sighed and pulled the comfortor over her head and plugged in some headphones and put them on, to help drown all the screaming out.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 5:13 pm
Steven sighed, and stood up. He stretched and then yawned as he looked at his watch. Though he didn't care about the time, he had nothing else to look at. He then shook his head as he made his way into the kitchen and to the fridge. He pulled out a few bottles of beer, and then decided to get out of her apartment, and go...somewhere. He didn't know where he was going to go but he knew he wasn't staying here.
As he exited the room and began walking down the hall, three beers gripped in one hand, and the other hand, pulled out his cellphone. He looked down at the phone, flipped through his contacts, but didn't call anyone. He decided he didn't need anyone to talk to, he just needed to get out of here. He shoved the phone back into his pocket as he entered the elevator, and made his way to the first floor. He then exited the building and went to his car. He had a yellow Dodge Viper. No he wasn't spoiled, his parents just got him whatever he wanted. Heck, he was getting scholarships, so why couldn't they get him nice s**t?
He entered his vehicle and sat in the driver's seat for a few minutes thinking. His parents thought he was staying at a friends, and they believed him. They always believed him. He was their "good" child, so they never questioned him. He thought to himself, he could go home and tell them that he and his "friend" got in an argument so he decided not to stay, that would be partially true. Or he could just stay out all night, which sounded more fun. Perhaps get into a club, find some ladies, or...a lady. It didn't matter, he could just sleep in his car untill morning, that would still be fun. He sighed, "What to do, what to do?" He set down the three beers in the passenger seat, and he started up his car.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 7:45 pm
Amy didn't reply within ten minutes, and Momy figured she was having to much of a good time at the moment, which made Momy chuckle a bit. Though she was tired, she was also very bored. Frowning she kicked the cover off, and shut the stereo off. Sitting up, she ran a thin hand through her multi-colored hair, and sighed. Standing up, she dug around in her dresser for a pair of socks, nearly kicking Dave out of her way. Finding a pair, she plopped down into her computer chair and slipped them on quickly, before making her way up the steps. Momy covered her ears to avoid Vivian's shrill shrieks. It seemed like she was dying, and it disgusted Momy. Trying to slip on her converse, Momy failed and had to uncover her ears and bear with the shrieks.
She slammed the white cherokee door behind her, and stuck her headphones on, and began to sort of dance walk down the street humming to the music. She could care less that she was in a pair of pajamas as long as she was having fun. Sure she had school tomorrow, but she wasn't forced to go. She happily went about the sidewalks, covering ground quite fast. Though Momy stopped and looked around. It was an unfamilar neighbor hood. "Great.."
She grumbled, continuing on her walk. She was heading towards the happier faimly homes. Momy frowned at all the happy faces she could see in the windows, it made her jealous. Her head lowered as her bangs covered her eyes, hiding the sorrow and what appeared to be tears flooding her bronze eyes.
Momy was moving at a slower pace now, trying to picture herself in those homes, with those families. But all the images runied by Vivian's shrieks and Dave's cowering body. Momy began to run, to where she didn't know or really even care. She just wanted to get away from all her problems, all the stress she had. At least for a little while.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 9:01 pm
Steven put the car in gear and drove out of the parking lot and back towards his house. He'd probaly not go home, but he was going to see if his parents were awake still. As he drove through his neighborhood he saw a girl walking. At first she was walking in an odd fashion and then she began walking normally, though slowly. Then she began to run, so he sped up a little to catch up since he was a little bit behind her.
As he pulled up next to her, and drove at her speed he rolled down the passenger window and called out to the girl, "Hey you! You need a ride somewhere? I can get you there faster if you want." As he said this he eyed the girl. Pretty cute, in the rocker kind of way I guess. Of course, Steven thought this of pretty much every girl he met. Then the next thought was always a picture of him and the girl together, to see if they looked good together, which then trailed off somehow to nudity, but we won't go into that.
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