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 Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:49 am
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An xxx geekie production
A family role play made for
everyone literate to advanced literate
Currently open and accepting.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:52 am
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It all started when two males fell in love together in college. After they had graduated and everything secure they decided together that they wanted a family and so they adopted four kids. Two boys and two girls. They never treated their kids unjustly or as if they were not their own, they even told the kids that were too young about the family they had before just so that they knew they were not their biological parents and if the kids wanted to, they allowed them to have contact with the other family. So on the night that Mr. Asher, the business man and more of the father figure of his kids called the family meeting right before bed it was a very usual thing for the Asher family.
Mr. Asher took his spot on the couch and waited for each of their children to gather around and take their own seats before he made his announcement. "I have been promoted" he began seeing the excitement light up on their face for him, "But..because of this promotion I have been asked to go some where else" he said hesitating. "How long will you be gone?" the older of their daughters asked and he couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry sweetie I didn't mean to laugh" he said before continuing, "It's just the place I have been asked to go is a long way from here and so that means..." "We're moving" his partner said placing his hand upon the others smiling up at him.
"Moving? Where?" the oldest of their sons asked sounding furious and the chatter began to build up questions about their friends and school firing from each part of the room until Mr. Asher raised his hand for silence. "We are moving to Salem, Oregon in two weeks. I am sorry guys. End of discussion off to bed" he said sternly each of the kids grumbled on their way up the stairs and like Mr. Asher said two weeks earlier they packed up and hit the road.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:53 am
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☑ Follow the Gaia and Guild Tos
☑ Literate to Advanced [three to eight paragraphs. More is loved]
☑ Size ten font
☑ No reservations only profiles
☑ Pretty posts are encouraged
☑ No teen parents
☑ Play nicely with others
☑ Use the ooc for ALL out of character talking
☑ Absolutely no one liners
☑ No celebrities, trust me I will let you know if I don't like your image.
☑ Real pictures only
☑ Be original
☑ Have fun
☑ Title pm; a new start
☑ I have the right to add or change any rules as I see fit.
☑ Readable colors
☑ New rules will have a limegreen check mark like this; ☑
☑ Juicy drama is always adored
☑ If you can handle it you are allowed to have up to two characters.
☑ Fill the family before asking for a neighbor
☑ Two crushes per character
☑ Three friends per character
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 10:03 am
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The Asher family
‖ Mr. Asher - The business man - fatherly figure ‖
» Short Tempered « » Rational « » Candid
Benjamin тhurston Asher ‖ 37 ‖ Male ‖ dark olive green ‖ Homosexual ‖ VivaciousDysphoria
Even though he's younger than his partner by five years he took up the father figure in the family. He majored in anthropology, due to a childhood dream of being an archaeologist. Unfortunately, there weren't any jobs for someone who studies prehistoric people and their culture. To care for his family, he gave up the ambition that accompanied him throughout his life and took up a boring job in a cubicle. He is primarily a kind man, if not a testy man with little patience. His job in an office only serves to worsen his temper.
‖ Mr. Asher - The Author - The Motherly Figure ‖
» Cynical « » Intellectual « » Adaptable «
Professor Karl Ryker Asher ‖ 42 ‖ Male ‖ Darkkhaki ‖ Gay ‖ Werewolf Liquor
Karl's surname used to be Abendroth, but he gladly changed it to suit his partner. Originally from Virginia, Karl was raised in an overseas boarding school most of his life, and when he came back home he met the love of his life. For a while he was a professor at a major university, having been born in to wealth and therefore having a name to go by. He willingly gave it all up to settle down, and turned to his second love in life, books. Believe it or not, Karl took on the motherly persona in the household, though he is not motherly per se, but he is youthful and like a child is often changing his opinion of things. He is talkative, charming, and curious. You could be arguing with him one minute, only to find him calling you friend the next. While he was away attending school, he was injured badly in a drunken car crash and has limited use of his left leg.
‖ Older Brother ‖
» stubborn « » social « » party boy «
Isaac Lukas Asher ‖ Twenty-one ‖ male ‖ indianred ‖ Bisexual ‖ [Your.Sweetest.Nightmare]
So I'm Isaac and that's all I go by unless one of my sisters comes up with something ridiculous. I'll most likely ignore it though. I'm definitely the wild child of the family I guess since I usually stay out late to party but somehow I still manage to maintain a B average. Don't ask how but I'm not going to jinx it. Papa and Dad don't really like how much I go out seeing as sometimes I don't home days for a day or two but as long as I keep my grades up, they don't seem to bug me about it. I don't really know much about my birth parents just that Papa and Dad told me I was a prom night dumpster baby. Nice, right? I try not to think about it since my life is so much better than it would have been being raised by a seventeen year old and her druggie boyfriend.
‖ Older sister ‖
» musically inclined « » motherly « » stubborn «
gwen marie asher ‖ seventeen ‖ female ‖ darkseagreen ‖ straight ‖ queendenise
Heya! I'm Gwen, so feel free to call me Gee Gee, or whatever strange nickname you'd like to deem me with. I guess you could say I'm musically talented. I have several instruments cooped up in my room, which would be the cello, guitar, and—get this—harp. Yeah, it was pretty difficult trying to get that bad boy into the luggage, let me tell you. According to my father and daddy, my dad gave me away. They couldn't really get any information on my mother except for the fact that she was Dominican and escaped to America. She died giving birth to me. My real father was a bit of a jar-head, at least to me. He is technically a very wealthy jar-head. He didn't even bother to try and take care of me when I was born. The first adoption center available he dropped me off there to be baby-sat for the rest of my life. Even though thinking about how someone wouldn't want me, I still want to know more about this man. According to my foster parents, he is still alive. I don't really know his name though, unfortunately. No matter, I couldn't ask for more here. I love my siblings with all my heart, and I dream to make an better living for these guys. Often though I'm found doing a lot of the house work when our fathers' are busy with other things.
‖ Younger brother ‖
» silent « » creative « » silly «
nicholas lee asher ‖ sixteen ‖ male ‖ #bb0033 ‖ gay ‖ xxx geekie
Hello, my name is Nicholas Lee Asher, you may call me Nicky. I am sixteen years old. I love to draw and write stories, poems, or songs. I love my family, my papa and daddy have always taken care of me and never treated me differently or unkind. I was told that my real mom, the women that had given me up had been raped by a man and though she wanted to keep me alive she could not raise me with out being reminded of that night. My papa and daddy took me in with out hesitation and though I can not talk they say I am like a gift from heaven like my older and brother and sister and younger sister. By the way I communicate through sign language and for those who don't know it, I write down everything I want to say.
‖ Younger sister ‖
» Tomboy « » Quiet « » Strong-willed «
Nicole Kathryn Asher ‖ Sixteen ‖ Female ‖ darkviolet ‖ Straight ‖ Memories in the Mist
Nicole, or Nikki, is a very quiet, down-to-earth girl. Most of the time, she feels she doesn't fit in with poeple, not even her own family. Nikki mostly stays in the shadows when she is around poeple and doesn't talk much, but that doesn't mean she won't speak up and whens he does she is very strong-willed in her opinions. She is also a tomboy and hangs out with mostly guys since she doens't fit in with girls her age. Nikki also loves to write, she is a very talented writer and ideas seem to just come to her. Sometimes, Nikki sit in the woods and just goes into her own imaginary world. Nicole never knew her birth parents. From the ages four to ten she lived with her first adoptive family, Mr. and Mrs. Chang. Although, when she was ten, their house was burned down and only Nikki survived. Nikki then spent three years bouncing from foster home to foster home until the Asher family took her in. She loves them very much but Mr. and Mrs. Chang family will always be her first "parents."
The neighbors
‖ Girl next door ‖
» Kind « » Popular « » Talkative «
Heather Snow ‖ Seventeen ‖ Female ‖ color ‖ Straight ‖ Memories in the Mist
Heather is a very rich girl. Her father owns a large company in town and makes a lot of money. Heather's a Daddy's Girl and always gets everything she wants. She loves to be the center of attention. She seem to run the school since she is so popular. You'll always find her in the most expensive cloths, designer brand of course! She has lived in this town all her life in a very large mansion. It's only Heather and her dad now, since her mother passed away five years ago form a sickness. Heather misses her mother but loves her father very much.
‖ Boy Next Door ‖
» intelligent « » awkward « » unnoticeable «
Dylan Smithers ‖ Sixteen ‖ Male ‖ OrangeRed ‖ Gay ‖ II N0M0PH0BIC II
Contrary to most teenage fantasies, the boy next door isn't always the hunky man who never seems to have a shirt on. In this case, the boy next door is a young man with more brains then tubs of hair gel. Dylan lives with his wealthy mother and her boyfriend, who is soon to be fiancé if he plays his cards right. When he was nine, Dylan's parents got divorced and he had been going between his parents households until the year prior his father had his half-brother with his much younger looking wife. This made no room for a teenager. Dylan could care less about his parents, not like they'd know with all their parties and socializing. Once he started high school his parents left him alone, no more trying to bond with him or get him to join the community like when he was young. Just decided he was too much work and left him to his own devices. Though Dylan is content with entertaining himself with books and organizing things, he feels empty. There is a void that longs for somebody, anybody to give a damn about him. Love, hate, any emotion. Sometimes all he wants is a friend.
‖ Boy across the street ‖
» lovable idiot « » positive « » imaginative «
Brendan Alex Derish ‖ Seventeen ‖ Male ‖ color ‖ Bisexual ‖ Twisting--Mell
When it comes to idiots, Brendan takes the cake. He might just be the most stupid person you could ever meet, but he's not afraid to flaunt it around in different ways and it's never stopped him from being characteristically goofy. He's been picked on for being dumb before, but he's never really let it get to him. Some people say it's because he's too stupid to realize he's being picked on, he likes to say it's because he's thinking positive about things. But either way, despite his obvious idiocity, he's still a lovable guy. Brendan might not be all there, but that doesn't mean he's unaffectionate. In fact, quite the opposite. If he likes you, you'll know it. Because in a heartbeat, he'll be all over you. Complimenting you, hugging you, sometimes giving you a peck on the cheek. Not liking to think of consequences because they spoil his fun, he does whatever he wants, whenever he wants. His motto is to live without regret, and he lets everyone know it. Whatever his imagination might conjure up, he yells it and says it loud and proud, spending most of his time in the clouds. Saying it's more fun up there than with his nose to the grind stone. It's also kind of an obvious fact that his parents and younger brother tend to be ashamed of him sometimes. The boys over all retardation and ignorance to the nature of humans often embarrasses them and leaves them standing to deal with his mistakes. His brother refuses any relation to him, saying that his parents found the older boy in a trash can with an antenna sticking out of his head, because only something from a different planet could like what he likes and act as he acts.
‖ Girl Across the Street ‖
» curious « » oddball « » bookworm «
Dinah Alyssa Cheshire ‖ Sixteen ‖ Female ‖ color ‖ Bisexual ‖ [Your.Sweetest.Nightmare]
Well, I guess you could say I'm a bit of a weirdo. I say random things that pop into my head and sometimes I start laughing out of the blue about something that happened yesterday. There's certainly never a dull moment when Dinah is there with you! Oh, yeah, don't mention that I have the same name of two characters from Alice in Wonderland. It drives me crazy and I'm likely to do something immature in return, so there! I'm sticking my tongue out at you if you didn't notice... Oh! I'm also a big bookworm so even though my parents are almost always gone on business, don't expect me to be throwing any parties. I'd rather curl up with a good book any day. Um, I'm winking now...just a btw.
‖ Boy Down The Street ‖
» distracted « » cheerful « » responsible «
Devin Glenward тate ‖ 23 ‖ male ‖ firebrick ‖ bisexual ‖ VivaciousDysphoria
Devin is originally from London, England but was born in Manchester. He is an overall friendly person even though he won't talk much to people outside of work. He recently moved away from his parents' house after finding a promising job as an English teacher at the nearby high school. He has been in many relationships, with women for the most part, but none of them worked out and they never went too far. He is often mistaken to be sixteen by strangers, thanks to his baby face. Even though he's lived in the US for more than five years, he still has his Cockney accent. He is an essentially polite man, but like all people there are times where he looses his cool.
‖ Girl down the street ‖
» Eccentric « » Friendly « » Unpredictable «
Zahava Bennington ‖ Twenty ‖ Female ‖ Seagreen ‖ Bisexual ‖ Werewolf Liquor
Ava was raised with her younger sister, Lara, whom she now lives with down the street while the two attend college. She's studying parapsychology and is an adamant practitioner of Wicca. Although it may not be important to anyone else, she's an Aquarius, which is important to her, and her favorite color is turquoise. Naturally soft spoken, it's a real shock to people when she delivers and offhanded remark or statement. She makes friends easily and is always interested in new things. Ava is the type of person to live for the future. She still keeps in touch with her mother, and had never really cared for her father, he being the one person she shied away from.
[[more to be added later such as; crushes and friends]]
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 11:12 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 11:27 am
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¤ Accepting profiles
¤ Ooc is now up
¤ Link to the ooc is now up
¤ Ooc is open. If you are interested in joining, drop on in to say Hi!
¤ Role play now open and accepting please join!
¤ QueenDenise is the first person to join <3
¤ Memories in the Mist took two characters <3
¤ Only need the older brother and dads to fill the family up!
¤ Need dad and boy neighbors
¤ Zahava will be crushing on Issac
¤ Werewolf Liquor took one of the dads <3
¤ Family is now full ^.^
¤ Accepting Neighbors, Friends, and Crushes only!
¤ New rules have been added
¤ The Asher kids are outside and approached by Heather
¤ Ben and Karl are stressed out because of the move
¤ more updates to come..
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 11:37 am
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It's eleven thirty-three in the morning on a sunday, the day before school started. A silver car followed by a moving truck turned onto Fleet Street coming to a stop in front of the two storied white house on the left and in the middle of the street. It is a warm sunny day with soft white fluffy clouds in the sky. The Asher family begins to unpack their belongings as the neighbors prepare to go over to welcome them to the neighbor hood.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 11:40 am
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Welcome to the neighbor hood~
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 2:59 pm
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Nicholas Asher sat in the back of the silver car leaned
up against the door, his head was turned so that
he could look out the window through his glasses
that rested over his green eyes.
'Fleet Street?'
Nicky pondered to himself reading the sign as they
turned down the street they were moving in at.
'Isn't that the name for the street off of Sweeney Todd?'
Nicky's lips parted as he smiled, no sound came from
the sixteen year old as he laughed at his own thoughts
and shook his head.
The long red hair that sat on his shoulders fell in front
of the frames, Nicky reached up and pushed his hair
back into place as the car came to a stop in the driveway
of the new house. As soon as the engine died Nicky
reached down and unbuckled his seat belt then reached
out for the door knob and opened the door sliding out.
Nick left the door open for his siblings, he looked up
at the house his mouth moving to form the silent word.
"Wow"
The house was breath taking.
Nicky found the movers that had some of
his boxes and waved them to come with him.
At first they seemed to have no idea what the
redhead was trying to tell them.
"Why don't you just tell us what you want?"
one asked and Nicky sighed sliding his bag from
his shoulder and opened it up taking out a pad and paper
writing quickly and showed it to them.
My name is Nicky.
I can't speak, just please follow me and I will
show you where I want my stuff
the note said and the movers looked at each other
he could tell they felt bad but there was no time to
stand around and go through all the troubles of trying
to tell them it didn't matter to him if they did not understand
him. After all not many did.
Nicky pointed to the boxes with his name on them
and to the house. This time the movers seemed to understand him and headed to the door.
Nick shoved the pad and paper into his bag
and zipped it back up before following the movers
up to the porch entering into the foyer.
to the left was a study that lead into the main
bedroom, where papa and daddy would most
likely be sleeping together and they of course had
their own bathroom.
To the right was the eating room, kitchen, and utility room.
Straight from the foyer was the family room that lead to
the sun room and deck in the back yard. behind the stairs
where Nicky was heading up was the garage that could fit three cars.
The first room nick found was too small, he needed
enough room for all of his books and there was no way
he would be keeping them in the attic.
The second was room was a lot better, not enough room
he could work with it though and he knew that one of them
would end up having sharing a room with
their younger sister. That of course was probably
going to end up being Gee Gee who would be sharing
a room with the younger of the Asher family so he left the last and final room alone. Which so happened to be the
biggest room.
Turning around Nick waved at the movers getting their
attention and waved at them pointing into the room he
had chosen.
"You want us to go in there?"
one of them asked and Nicky bobbed his head up
and down quickly almost making his glasses slide
from the bridge of his nose.
Quickly he fixed the glasses watching them place
thing into the room pointing out where he wanted
the bed and dresser and shelves where he would
be keeping all of his books at.
It took a good five minutes before everything was
where Nicky wanted it, he thanked the movers in sign
and waved them out. The door closed and Nicky
rolled his eyes sighing and rubbed his head with both
of his hands then set to work putting everything away
where it worked with the new room.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 4:40 pm
♥ ＯＵＲ ＨＥＡＲＴＳ ＡＮＤ ＳＴＡＲＳ ＷＩＬＬ ＢＵＲＮ ＢＲＩＧＨＴ ＥＮＯＵＧＨ  Fleet Street? Such a...bothersome name. Gwen felt her skin crawl as she comprehended their new street name. It's not that it was unusual, it's just, the name unfortunately had a history behind it in which mass murders occurred...and all for the price of hair. Sweeney Todd; It was just a Broadway play, as well as a major motion picture, and Gwen had even played in the orchestra at her high school's reenactment of it, but of course, Gwen was NOT a fan of horror movies. Something about gore and being scared out her wits just didn't appeal to the music major. The car came to a halt and she felt herself lurch forward, the seat belt acting as a helpful companion. Her grin could not contain itself as she witness their new home. It was absolutely beautiful. It reminded her of an upscale farm house in a way. The whole aura considerably sang with the natural sounds of peace. Maybe this move could be something good. She watched as her younger brother hopped out of the car first and sprinted off to get his stuff up into the house. She wanted to race too, because of course he'd get to pick the first room since he managed to slip inside before she could get the movers to do her bidding. Gwen sighed exasperated and rocked back and forth alternating between her heels and toes until the movers came back. She beamed happily and beckoned them, "Everything with the name Gwen on it, up the stairs! Follow me, please." She picked up a few boxes herself just to make the process go faster.
Her eyes sauntered over to the guy who was attempting to lift her cello case. It was labeled fragile but the guy was handling it like a bean bag chair. Her face twisted in fury but her voice was leveled, for the most part, "Please. Take something else, I'll take my instrument." Her lips parted into a smile, partially scaring the poor mover man. The group followed her up the wide staircase to what she assumed was her room. She saw her bro already organizing and cleaning. She harrumphed a bit, seeing that he got the bigger room, but it didn't bother her that much. Gwen was trying to figure out the difference between the rooms left over, since she would end up sharing with the youngest Asher, her sister. Deciding on the one closest to the upstairs bathroom, she and her troops came into the room setting boxes down all over.
Since sometimes there is the possibility of having an emergency in the middle of the night, this room would probably be very convenient. Also this would make mornings so much more easier. The girl motioned for where she wanted to what, having the guys work for their pay for sure. They alternated and twisted and turned. Her bed being set up right near the window so that when she woke up in the morning she could see the sun, and kiss the moon and stars good night when she rested.
Finally, it was done. All that was left was attacking the smaller merchandise. She sighed staring at the piles of boxes. May as well start with the clothes.. Tearing open the scotch tape, which most people would normally use scissors or something, she began unstacking her pajamas and undergarments, placing them in their proper drawers. She was normally an organized person, and preferred a schedule if anything. Knowing things ahead of time always satisfied her fancy and made her feel giddy. She had made sure when the movers had came up here they had left enough room for her little sister's stuff as well. Gwen sighed again thinking about this, she hadn't exactly had her own room ever since she was adopted. It was a little upsetting, but she wasn't going to complain. Her parents worked hard for them, and to at least have a roof over her head was asking a lot. She was truly blessed. Back at foster care, the roof seemed to leak more when it wasn't raining then when it was, and coming across a room without three children in it was scarce. Gwen was fortunate just to have one.
The dark haired girl flopped down onto her unmade bed and rolled over so her face was sinking into the mattress. It was quiet except for the obvious shuffling of her brother's books in the room over. She wondered what her neighbors would be like. Thinking of this, and because she was a bit more on the girly side—despite her love of sports like tennis and softball—she decided to test out the new bathroom. The lights flickered on, like in a star's trailer, the mirror was outlined by classic bulbs. The bathroom was so clean! It was so wonderful to be in a clean bathroom. Gwen pulled out her bag and put on a light sparkly lip gloss. It wasn't unusual. Her daddy said it was always best to look your best. No harm there! ♥ █████████ ＱＵＥＥＮＤＥＮＩＳＥ ██████████
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 6:25 pm
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me Fleet Street... well it wasn't all that bad. It wasn't the worse street name in the world, nor was it the best. Nicole Asher sighed and let her brown hair fall in front of her left eye. The sixteen year old really didn't mind moving, she had done it enough in her life that it had gotten to be a routine. As the car came to a stop, Nikki open the door and slid out. She glanced around at the beautiful house and took a deep breath. The house looked beautiful, but it looked to fancy for Nikki and the teenager felt out of place in an instant. The grass was cut neatly so it looked like every blade was even. Then here she was, in baggy jeans and a loose, black T-shirt. She looked like she had just walked into a fancy dinner party wearing sweat pants and a dirty T-shirt. Things were not starting out well. She watched as her brother, Nicky, and her older sister, Gwen, head into the house with men carrying their boxes behind them while she just stood there. She must look like a total freak, standing there when her family was heading in, but Nikki couldn't hep it! She felt like a flamingo in a flock of pigeons! She noticed that movers now had started bringing out boxes with her name on it and were waiting for someone to tell them where they went. She waited until all her boxes were out before going and grabbing a stack form the movers. She wasn't someone who trusted poeple easily and there was no way she wnated these men touching her boxes. Unfortunately, there were too many for her to carry herself so she had to have them help her. Although, the sixteen year old had made sure to grab her most important things, this included her old riding gear from when she used to live with Mr. and Mrs. Chang and her notebooks. She glanced over her shoulder and told the men,, "Every box that reads Nikki on it follows me."
She didn't glance at the men as she advanced toward the house. Nikki wasn't worried they would break anything, because anything that could break were in the boxes Nikki was carrying. She pushed open the door and headed for the staircase. She climbed the stair quickly. It looked like she wasn't even carrying anything heavy by the way she was walking but her arms were so strong form years of riding that carrying her boxes wasn't hard at all. She made her way down the hall, glancing in eahc room. Her adoptive parents had told her she woudl be sharing a room with Gwen and she hadn't argued. Nikki spotted her brother, Nicky, had already claimed the bigger room and was fixing it up. She glanced in another door and spotted her sister had already started unpacking. Nikki didn't see Gwen in the room and right away she knew where her older sister, and roommate, was. She's probably in the bathroom putting on makeup or something. In her entire life, Nikki had never worn any kind of makeup, not even lip gloss. She didn't mind not wearing it, in fact she wouldn't want to wear it! The teenager glanced aroudn the room, happy to see that Gwen had left her enough space.
She watched the movers put her boxes down and she opened the first one she had carried. Inside was a beautiful leather saddle that Nikki had used when she lived with her past adoptive parents. There was also a saddle rank which was where her saddle would be kept. She walked around her half of the room, hammer in hand, and glanced at the walls. She didn't want to saddle too close to her bed or too close to the door. Finally, she found a perfect spot. She placed the large hook against the all and measured how large the hole would have to be. She then got to work, first making a hole and making sure the hook fit before attacking the saddle rank to the hole and placing her leather saddle on top. She smiled at her work before digging through the boxes again. She took out her bridle and got it's hook all set above the saddle before taking out her tall riding boots and her helmet. Nikki hadn't rode since she moved in with the Asher family but she hoped that this town would have a stable at which she could take lessons at. For the meantime, however, she would simply keep all her horsey stuff in her room. She hoped Gwen wouldn't mind because no matter what her sister said, Nikki wasn't going to put her riding stuff away. She opened another box and took out her posters and pictures, all of horses of course. She slowly began to hang them up on her side of the room. She glanced over at her sister's side of the room. At first, she was upset that her sister had claimed the half with the window but, after some thought, she realized that she really didn't care. In fact, she'd rather be on the darker side of the room. Nikki felt that the sun woke her up before she wnated to and didn't let her sleep fully. Also, having the sun blaring in at all times would make it very hard to write at her desk.
Once Nikki had most of her posters up she stepped back and sat on her unmade bed A brown box was next to her and she opened up the flaps. She wished she hadn't the moment she saw what was in it. Before they had moved her sister had taken her out shopping and gotten her all this girly cloths. Now, it wasn't that Nikki hated shopping, no she didn't like it but she didn't mind it, but she didn't like shopping for girly cloths. She knew Gwen just wnated her to look nice when they moved, but truth be told Nikki was never, ever going to wear the cloths they had gotten that day. They would stay in the back of her closest until someone forced her into them. She pulled out the top thing which was a skinny hot pink tank top. Nikki wrinkled her nose at the sight of it. She would much rather wear a T-shirt then a skin tight tank top. Sighing, she opened her closest and pushed the shirt to the far back. No way was she wearing that! Deciding that cloths weren't the best thing to think about at the time to picked up a smaller box and took out her saddle soup and oil, as well as her grooming box with her horse brushes. She placed them close to her other riding gear and took out a sponge. She sprayed some of the saddle soup it and began to clean her saddle. It had gottne dusty from the moving and she wanted to keep the leather healthy, smooth, and soft. She could feel the saddle soup sticking to her hands but she didn't care. She felt her hair, once again fall over her left eye but she didn't care. This was Nikki, dirty, messy, and a total tomboy. If you need to leave the world you live in
Lay your head down and stay a while
Though you may not remember dreaming
Something waits for you to breathe again
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 9:50 am
All of the fret over moving was his partner's job, because for one he did not want to be accused of flirting with the movers or wind up starting a fight. Of course, Karl could talk anyone down, but he could also rile them up just as quickly. He had spent many nights in local pubs near the boarding school in his teen years doing just that. The other reason was because of his bum leg. Karl was not only holding his laptop bag, but there was a cane in his left hand, which he was heavily leaning on. Even before his accident he had never been a physical bloke anyhow. Gwen was next, eager to get to a room before Nicholas, who had bested her yet again. She took her cello just to make sure the brutes didn't drop it. He understood why. Karl knew both the cello and the violin. The violin he was out of practice with, but thanks to Gwen he had been able to keep up the cello as he helped her to perfect it. She was better than him, however, and enjoyed listening to her play. As she hurried off to claim her stake, Karl proceeded towards the house. Most of the large furniture should have been inside by now. Nicole was the last to pass him as he headed up the porch, her naturally quiet self saying nothing more than what was needed. Personally, Karl loved to talk, and he could hold conversations with random strangers for hours, whether or not they were actually partaking in the discussion.
Limping inside the house, he walked straight down the foyer to the family room. He needed his comfy, pastel, reading chair with its lovely little matching footstool. Karl was a fool for antiques and he had found the set at an estate sale. As fast as he could hobble, he made his way to the chair, sliding his bag off of his shoulder, and sat down in the chair. He sunk down in to it, before noticing his footstool was across the room. He frowned and opted for stretching his leg out on the floor. With a semi-contented sigh, Karl clung to his laptop and closed his eyes. He wanted a nap, that much was apparent, though he knew a nap would be impossible for a few days until he got the household items unpacked. That was all up to him since he was the one who stayed at home. This displeased him, just as packing in the first place had greatly displeased him. He would just talk his partner's ear off about it later. Settling in to his chair, he refused to open his eyes, keeping them shut tightly, and listened to the footsteps echoing through the house, especially those from upstairs. ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 10:21 am
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After the movers left the room Nick walked over to his desk
immediately grabbing any box that held the items that were
to be stored on and in the wooden stained desk that sat
in a corner so that his back would be turned to the door.
He set up the lamp, type writer, paper, ink and pens.
Then took his lap top out of the bag on his back laying
it in the middle of the desk and plugged it in to the wall.
Standing back he studied the desk and nodded to himself.
The rest of the stuff, extra paper, pens, and ink went into
the drawers of the desk.
When Nick was done with his desk, he than unpacked
his clothes and placed them into the dresser.
The first drawer held his underwear and pajamas.
The second was for his shirts and the third was his pants.
All of his accessories, that he was not wearing was neatly
placed on the top of the dresser.
Last was his books. He turned and looked at all the boxes
and sighed, there was a lot of them and unpacking
them alone was tough. Everyone was busy though doing their
own thing and Nicky did not want to bother them.
Walking from his room Nick headed down the stairs looking
into his siblings rooms but did not make his presence known
to them. He was looking for an extra set of hands. In the
living room he saw daddy sitting on the couch with his
laptop on his lap. Biting his lip Nicky walked over to him
placing a hand on his shoulder to get his attention
"Daddy, are you busy?"
he asked and looked back to the stairs and then to Daddy.
"I need some help with my books, please"
he finished politely smiling at daddy hoping that he was not
too busy to give him a hand.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 4:34 pm
 ísααc lukαs αshєr☆★One of the last out of the car, the oldest adopted Asher made sure his sunglasses where in place before he climbed out into the sun. He had stayed out two days before the move to party hardy with his friends to help forget of the impending relocation. In fact, he had only gotten home a few hours before Papa and Daddy woke up, not leaving him much time to sleep on his mattress. It couldn't really be called a bed anymore without sheets and pillows on it. Looking up at the street sign, he sighed. Fleet street, what kind of name was that for a street with upper class houses on it? It might as well have been Elm Street or that street that R.L. Stine used in all his Goosebumps books. The name eluded him at the moment and he wasn't going to try and figure it out. Walking over to the boxes that were left, he noted that all his sibling's boxes were gone and only his and Papa and Daddy's boxes were left. It seemed like his brother and sisters were a little more into this moving thing then he was. "Which ones're yours?" Isaac looked up at a very irritated looking mover who looked like he wanted to murder the family of six for having so much stuff. "Isaac," he replied, returning the man's bored stare.
Grabbing one of the boxes, Isaac stared for the house, the mover grumbling something behind him as he followed. The box, or rather, the cardboard tubes in his hands weighed next to nothing and so he took the stairs two at a time. The first room he came to smelled like something unpleasant to his nose. Of course, everything smelled unpleasant to him right now. Glancing in the room, he spotted his youngest sibling polishing her saddle, probably not the first or last time for the rest of the day. The girly-girl of the family was nowhere to be seen so she was probably scoping out the bathroom. It was normal--she usually spent a lot of time in there getting ready and making sure her make up was perfect. If he didn't have such a close-knit bond with his siblings and the idea didn't freak him out, he might have thought Gwen was potential girlfriend material. But again, the thought of dating his sister was disgusting.
The next room he came to was bigger than the first and it was obviously Nicky's with all the books that were lining the shelves of the bookcase. The boy was such a bookworm he didn't even talk to people he didn't know, settling for a pad of paper and a pen to do his talking. It was a little weird but then again, Isaac had never really bugged the introvert enough to figure out why. It was his own business and Isaac usually left it at that. Sticking his head in the room, he didn't know where the younger boy had gone to. Probably somewhere downstairs exploring the rest of the house. That was one of the last things on Isaac's list. first, he had to unpack, then he was going to scope out the neighborhood. Hopefully there were some people on this block that he could hang out with without feeling like a ***** because they were so young. The age difference was one of the only things that made it hard to get along with the others considering they were still in the midst of their teen. Although thankfully, unlike Isaac, there didn't seem to be much teenage angst coming from the other three. Then again, there had been enough with Isaac to cover seven teens and it was a wonder that Papa and Daddy didn't lock him up and throw away the key. Unable to find his only brother, Isaac moved onto the last room.
This room was the biggest one of the three which was fitting seeing as he was the oldest. It didn't really matter to him the size of the room, he was just glad to have a room to call his own. Putting the tubes down next to the door, he was greeted by the irritated mover again. The mover practically shoved the box into the boy's hand before moving out of the way for the desk that was being brought in. Isaac merely pointed to the space under the window and dropped the other box in the corner. From its weight, it was probably clothes. The rest of his furniture was brought in quickly and Isaac was glad to be left alone in the room. all that was left, was to put his things away. First was his clothes. Some went in the closet but most were folded by inexperienced hands and placed not so carefully in his dark wood dresser. After that, there wasn't really much else to put away. He just needed to get his messenger bag with his laptop in it out of the car and put his posters up. Of course, he'd probably wait until the sun went down before he went outside again. Picking up the cardboard tubes from the ground, he popped off the white lids and let all of his posters fall out onto his bed. There were what seemed like hundreds of them but by his count, there was probably closer to forty-two or so.
Twenty minutes later, posters of bands, car, and scantily clad girls covered the white walls of the room and it felt more like home already. All the while, Isaac had a horrible headache but in the past few minutes it had subsided so he was thinking of venturing outside. Giving his room one last look, he left with a nod and went back downstairs where he finally spotted Nicholas talking to Daddy. Remaining quiet, he dodged boxes and furniture and stepped out into the sun again. The neighborhood was nice, all the houses basically looked the same except a few were bigger than others. They had obviously been built a few years after his family's house. Looking up and down the street but didn't see anyone in sight. He figured at least one person would be curious about a moving truck in the neighborhood or maybe had noticed that there were two dads in this family.  
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 10:09 pm
XXXXXXXXXXανα ßєηηiηɢтση XXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe sky was nice out today. It was almost ominous in a way, taunting, as if the sky were saying 'enjoy it now, because you'll never know when it's all going to turn to s**t'. Ava stared out at the blue sky through the windshield of her old Mercedes Benz, leaning forward on the leather steering wheel, blue eyes full of wonder. The air was still, save the lazy clouds that puffed by overhead. Ava was parked outside of her house, having just left gotten back from the store. She hadn't been feeling well all morning, but had toughed it out, held her smile, and headed to the store to pick up some herbs so she could make tea. She would have asked her sister, Lara, to go to the store for her, but it wasn't a simply grocery store she had gone to and her sister wouldn't have known what to get anyway. As much as she loved her sister, she was still a punk.
With an almost contented sigh, Ava pulled the keys from the ignition, taking up her bag with the same hand, and exited the vehicle. She didn't bother locking it behind her, as the neighborhood was rather secure with the watch and all. She only ever locked the doors at night. Her white sundress flitted about her, stirred by a sudden breeze, her blond hair wrapping over her face. Frustrated, Ava wiped her hair from her face, thankful she hadn't curled it today, and then straightened out her dress. If she hadn't moved to straighten her dress she may have not noticed the moving van parked down the street. She had come into the neighborhood from the other direction, but she had noticed the sudden bustle of bodies roaming around down there.
Curious, Ava moved toward the front door and hurried her way inside the house. Forget tea! There hadn't been a new soul here since she and her sister moved in two years ago. The young woman dropped her bag of herbs on the kitchen counter as she passed. She was making her way to the bathroom to throw on some light make-up, a paranoid move she didn't make that often, and to check her complexion. Okay, she didn't look like the walking dead, that was good. She still wasn't feeling too hot though, but could assume it was nothing more than allergies. After primping her hair and tucking her pentacle amulet inside under the cloth of her dress, she vamoosed out the door once again.
Creeping down the street as if she were afraid to get caught, Ava ducked behind a tree. She had to admit that she felt a bit childish in doing so, but at the same time it was exciting and fun. She was smiling brightly, as if she were knowingly doing something bad, and then loped over to another street, until finally she was right across the street, peering around from behind a tree in front of her best friend Dinah's house. She could see a silver vehicle, some younger people and the movers. Where were the parents and how old were their kids? Ava chewed at her bottom lip as she looked around. Then she noticed a young man who was probably one of the best looking guys she had seen in a while. A long while. Even if the guys in her field of study were smart and friendly, they were still...well some of them were creeps. It got lame fast.
Oh sweet goddess. He was tall, tanned, with great hair, and this look that screamed 'I'm hot stuff and I know it'. Something about him screamed bad boy and Ava had yet to check out a bad boy. Not to mention he actually looked to be about her age! In all honesty Ava's interest was highly piqued and she would have to try and learn more about the young man...like if he were going to the nearby college, if he was in to blonds, if was religiously tolerant...important things. He would be less interesting if he was mooching off his parents and not going to school for something. Ava hadn't noticed how long she had been staring at the boy until she damn near fell over. She caught her balance, embarrassed, and then turned around and ran to the door of the house she had been standing in front of. She rang the doorbell incessantly. "Dinah! Get your a** up! Let me in so we can stare at the new neighbors through your window!"
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