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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jul 7, 2017 20:10:05 GMT -5
[ moomba is done. is he alright? i apologize for how short his character description is. i don't use him that often. i usually use kale, but without his twin, it felt more fitting to use moomba. everyone calls him that. cx i haven't ever picked out a real name for him. it's fine ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Jul 7, 2017 21:57:21 GMT -5
Yusss moomba cx))
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jul 7, 2017 22:43:06 GMT -5
[ he's BAAACCCKKK ugh i missed him too much to not bring him in ]
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Post by Misty on Jul 7, 2017 23:15:36 GMT -5
(Working on a reply~)
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Post by Misty on Jul 8, 2017 0:17:29 GMT -5
Luke rolled over in his bed as the sunlight filtered through the window and the partially open blinds immediately in front of it. He kicked off the comforter before sitting up to get a peek at the time on his alarm clock sitting on the desk across the room only to realize that the numbers were blurry. One of these days he would remember that he needed his glasses to see the time on the clock. He reached over to grab his glasses off the table beside the bed before checking the time again. 7:05 AM. Did he have enough time to go to the gym for a run? “Craaaap, what time were we meeting the girls again?” he asked himself, already reaching for his phone to check his calendar to see the time they agreed to meet. They were meeting in about two hours, so he decided he had enough time to run and shower before meeting the girls. With his phone in hand, Luke walked to the kitchen to make himself a quick breakfast and fill his water bottle before he went to the gym. He set his phone down on the counter before going to the pantry to grab a slice of bread from the loaf. He then put it in the toaster and turned it on, not bothering to check the setting on it. Luke then opened one of the upper cabinets, setting a plate on the counter before getting the margarine and a butter knife. He set them beside the plate before opening another cabinet to grab his water bottle. He quickly filled and set it beside the plate and other things he had set out. As the toast popped up, he moved across the kitchen to put it on the plate. Picking up the butter knife, he opened the tub of margarine and spread a little bit on the toast before putting the tub back in the fridge. Luke leaned back against the counter as he took a bite from the bread before taking a sip of water from the water bottle. He alternated between eating and drinking until the toast was gone.
Once he was finished with breakfast, Luke grabbed his water bottle and phone before heading back to his bedroom to get ready for the gym. He didn’t check his phone, seeing no need to because it was still somewhat early in the morning. As far as he knew, he was the only guy awake, and he didn’t think any of the girls were awake either. Luke straightened the comforter once he was in his bedroom, and he set both his phone and water bottle down on the dresser before grabbing workout clothes, socks, and a towel from their respective drawers. His athletic shoes were already in his gym bag as well as anything he might need during or after the run, including his headphones, armband for his phone, flipflops, and shampoo. The adult threw everything into his gym bag, doing a quick onceover to make sure he had everything he needed before changing into what he planned to wear when he met the girls – shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt. Luke had always preferred changing into his workout clothes at the gym, and it was hard for him to break that habit. Only once he was ready did he check his phone, and he saw that he had a text message from Bambi. ‘Alright, not a problem,’ he typed, sending the message before he left his bedroom and apartment, making sure he had his phone, keys, wallet, and water bottle in the bag. He couldn’t count how many times he had forgotten to bring at least one of those items with him to the gym.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jul 8, 2017 0:44:35 GMT -5
Skylar Brennan
Skylar awoke to the feeling of pain, a sharp point digging into her cheek. With a moan, she reached out, pawing at whatever the object was. She felt a hard rectangle, thick, with sharp edges. A book, she realized, her tired fingers closing around the spine. She must have fallen asleep reading again last night. Blearily, she pushed the book away, then rolled over, curling deeper under the covers as she attempted to savor a last minute or two of sleep.
And then--
"Viv! Sky! Mara! Are you guys all up?" Bambi's voice. Of course. She felt a flash of irritation. God, she hated being called Sky. With a fierce, burning passion. And yet, her friends continued to do so. Every. Single. Day. It made her want to pick up her book and throw it at the door. But she didn't, because that would take far too much effort. But, alas, she was awake now. With a groan, she pushed herself into what resembled an upright position, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she slid them into slippers, then stumbled across the hall to one of the bathrooms, where she splashed some cold water on her face. She looked at her reflection, blinking until the blur of sleep was out of her eyes. Her bright red hair was a mess, sticking up on one side and plastered against her head on the other. And, of course, there was a red mark on her face left behind from that book, highly visible against her rather pale complexion and freckles. Oh, well. Not much could be done about that.
She ran a comb through her hair, smoothing out the majority of the tangles, before making her way out to the kitchen, still in the teal t-shirt and gray sweatpants that served as her pajamas. She noticed that both Bambi and Vivian were fully dressed and ready to face the day, which made Skylar look like a total lazy bum, not that she cared about appearances much. Given her usual clothing choice of t-shirts, old jeans and hoodies, she always looked sort of like a peasant next to the other girls. Not that that mattered, either, given that she was older and "the boss of you", as she always told the youngest two that she was. She didn't know if that was true or not.
Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she slumped back against the counter, her eyes closed as if she were about to fall asleep again. She was not at all a morning person, and it wasn't until she was halfway through her cup of coffee that she finally spoke.
"Bambi, we've been over this a dozen times," she grumbled, opening her eyes and fixing her roommate with a look that said I want to go back to bed. "Don't call me Sky."
((part of me feels like 'don't call me sky' is something that Skylar says basically every day tbh xD))
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jul 8, 2017 20:37:24 GMT -5
moomba Moomba would normally have been awake since about 5:45 that morning. The younger boy, still in classes for college, found himself waking at the normal schedule he had grown accustomed to over the semester. His classes typically started at 8:00 sharp, so the boy had risen two hours and fifteen minutes early everyday to ensure he had ample time to work in a run, shower, get dressed, and eat breakfast before hiking all over campus to whatever thrilling class awaited him that day. As he hadn't narrowed in on a major yet, Moomba's classes ranged from a variety of cooking and home economics classes to creative writing and journalism to even some animal sciences. The boy loved learning, and he had no idea what he would be happy forever doing. So instead, he decided to just try a little of everything, and figure out the details later. That was considered "standard" daytime procedure for the boy.
However, today was no "normal day". Moomba had allowed himself to snooze in until about 6:30, finally stretching and climbing out of bed, turning and making it before getting dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, pulling on his tennis shoes. The tiny boy had then slipped quietly out of the apartment and run his usual 20 block course around the city. While that sounded excessive, it was really just a simple mile. Moomba had found a route that let him run four blocks down, five blocks across, back up the four blocks, and then back across the five to make a large square around the building where he lived. He also preferred running this way, because it made him sound more impressive when he told girls that he ran "20 blocks everyday". (At least, he thought it did. Don't tell him otherwise). So, when he retuned at about 7:00, he wasn't surprised to hear the sounds of at least one of his fellow roommates stirring. The boy slipped into the apartment, quiet as ever, heading straight for the shower, only pausing by his room to grab clean clothes. He showered quickly and quietly, scrubbing himself down with a Dove bar of soap (courtesy of his mama). Moomba was very conscientious of being quiet, and didn't want to risk waking his roommates after a few choice encounters when he had accidentally woken them.
Several very angry boys at 5 something in the morning were not a pleasant sight to be confronted with when you've just woken up.
He emerged from the shower, drying off and getting dressed quickly in a simple t-shirt and jeans. The shirt fit him nicely, and sported the NASA logo, for Moomba was a big fan of space and rockets and such. He'd been a big fan of them ever since he was little. Maybe I can be an astronaut, he mused, smiling slightly to himself as he pulled his dreadlocks up into a simple, neat bun, putting his glasses on as well as his watch. He hung his towel to dry, gathering his dirty clothes, and went and threw them in the hamper in his room, grabbing his phone from where it was charging on his nightstand, slipping it into his pocket. He didn't bother with shoes, for they wouldn't be leaving for a while. Then, he returned to the kitchen to start making coffee, waving good-bye to Luke (who didn't see him in his rush to get out). He glanced at his watch. 7:30. Only one hour and thirty minutes to kill, he sighed quietly, pulling his phone out of his pocket and heading to the group chat featuring everyone.
Hey, is anyone else up besides me and Luke? he typed quickly, sound off. Then, he turned on the coffee pot so the life-giving liquid could start percolating, opening Instagram to scroll through his feed while he waited, leaning against the counter (which came up almost to his shoulder, a fact he was not too pleased about).
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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Jul 10, 2017 9:01:44 GMT -5
» { b a m b i ; h e r n a n d e z }
» { x x } A simple nod of her head, she knew she wanted her hair done by Vivian. That girl had one of the best fish-tail braids around. What really made her smile was her best friend's comment about going to the beach. "Oh, I know I know all your weaknesses. That's what makes us such best of friends!" she giggled, feeling her phone buzz again in her waistband. She pulled it out, seeing a reply text from Luke. He'd said it was fine. Sweet, she thought and sat contently back in her seat. She took a gentle sip of her coffee, feeling her phone once again buzz in her lap. This time it was in the group chat that they had. From Moomba. Ah, that lad always had a joke to light up her day. It was cute, since they were the same height. She knew they both took pride in not being the shortest. She then quickly texted back. Me and Vivian are up. she sent it, then hearing a yell come from inside- from Skylar. Make that Skylar as well. She giggled and glanced back. "Bambi, we've been over this dozens of times." Skylar was grumbling. "Don't call me Sky."
A chuckle arose from her throat as she smiled. "I'm sorry, Skylar. It's habit nowadays," she smirked slightly and let her hair fall back, taking it out of the ponytail. She shrugged and walked over to Vivina, perching her lightweight body on the girls lap. They often did this, Vivian doing her hair. "Thanks Vivy" she giggled and glanced over at the door. "I wonder if Mara is up at all? And what about the rest of the boys? We've got an hour and a half. I hope they're all up." she wondered aloud and ran her fingers through her hair.
[[ it's early. haven't got much muse. lel ]]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 21:06:05 GMT -5
Oh my gosh! I am soooooo sorry for disappearing on y'all. I had camp so I may or may not have forgotten about this RP. I promise I am here now! Here is my form for the blue aura guy. Please tell me if there is anything I need to change. )» Rykaer "Ry" Whelan 22 - heterosexual With glittering, cornflower blue eyes, dusty brown hair, and tan skin, Ry looks more like a fairy prince than a regular man. He stands at the impressive height of 6'5", towering above most everyone he comes into contact with. He is surprisingly lithe because of his height, but a fine layer of muscle covers every inch of skin. A defined jawline mixed with a straight and strong nose make him a very attractive man indeed. When he smiles, dimples pop up on his cheeks and the sharp point of his chin seems less severe. With broad shoulders and a tattoo that curls around the back of his neck, he could appear intimidating to any passersby. Ry's hair is usually left unstyled giving him a slight 'just woke up' look. Rykaer has always enjoyed playing basketball and some baseball, but he never really had a knack for either of the sports. Despite his physique, he has never been overly athletic. There was a time when that fact bothered him; now he just plays with his friends for fun. However, he is known for being a beast at dodge ball. Watch out if you're playing against him. Really his niche is in painting. His mother was a painter and taught him everything she knew about it so he has the natural talent as well as the practice. Out of all of his friends, Ry is usually the one with the smile on his face. He oozes cool confidence and also nonchalant peace that makes him extremely approachable. He's loud, rambunctious, and friendly, but that doesn't mean that he is arrogant or annoying even. In fact, he is liked by many and envied by all for his ability to communicate while also keeping the peace that is so fragile at times. With a good head on his shoulders and a heart that strives for good, Ry certainly is one to turn to for advise and help making a decision. He doesn't shy away from being the one to make a tough call, but he never takes his choices lightly. He upholds truth and peace over almost all the other virtues even friendship. When he sets his mind to something, he doesn't quit till he has achieved it. Because of this he tends to be a workaholic which can cause strain in his life. He would never willingly neglect his friends and family, yet he finds himself in that situation more than he cares to admit. Rykaer is highly intelligent and can be manipulative though he seldom shows that side of him. He prefers to nudge people towards the right decision over out right forcing them into something.
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jul 10, 2017 21:47:12 GMT -5
more like rykaer x me
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 21:51:52 GMT -5
let's do it
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Post by Misty on Jul 10, 2017 21:54:18 GMT -5
wowie
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 22:17:58 GMT -5
ryxeveyone I'm headed off to bed so I'll get my starter up to tomorrow. Night y'all!)
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Post by Misty on Jul 10, 2017 22:21:51 GMT -5
ships yes let's do it
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jul 10, 2017 22:24:32 GMT -5
i love all of this shipping
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 22:39:41 GMT -5
I can't take all the shipping
ships galore
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 22:40:20 GMT -5
now im really going to bed
honest
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jul 10, 2017 22:43:35 GMT -5
[ yeah don't be a weeny get your ship together ]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 22:45:14 GMT -5
...I'm not a weeny.... FINE. I'll stay up and plan the ships with you guys. Since you've forced me. XD)
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Post by Misty on Jul 10, 2017 22:46:23 GMT -5
(Yeeeessssss ship planning)
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jul 10, 2017 22:50:50 GMT -5
[ muehehehe idek who moomba would go for but he is an?? actual angel omg i cannot. he love ever body ]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 22:55:45 GMT -5
Moomba x vivian They would just be so small and cute together. <3 )
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jul 10, 2017 23:01:42 GMT -5
[ omG yes they would. viv is like "can i braid your hair" moomba is like "only if you include flowers in it" HA ]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 23:03:49 GMT -5
It's settled. The flowers sealed the deal. Ry will plan the wedding.)
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Post by Misty on Jul 10, 2017 23:07:16 GMT -5
(idk who Luke would be best with HELP)
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jul 10, 2017 23:14:54 GMT -5
WHY DOES SASSY SKYLAR SEEM LIKE A GOOD MATCH FOR LUKE
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