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Post by Falling Rosepetals on Aug 21, 2016 16:16:25 GMT -5
yess, okay then i will begin their description now! 'o'
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Post by xΟxΟJΞ±βΡ on Aug 21, 2016 16:20:41 GMT -5
Natasha was eager to help. She knew the stress everyone was under, with all the newcomers entering their safe haven for refuge. She made her way around the kitchen in deep focus. She knew seven it self was a lot of people to cook for, and that it not including their guests. But she sucked it up, deciding, or more like hoping, that a home cooked meal could soothe her roommates and relax everyone a little. She was determined to not get help as she hurried around the kitchen, preparing all the ingredients for different types of pizzas. She was dressed in dark blue skinny jeans, along with a black tank top. Her hair was tied up in a bun under a baseball cap.
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Post by ΟΞΉββ cΠ½ΞΉββ on Aug 21, 2016 16:32:29 GMT -5
Hey! I'm babysitting right now so I can't get my character up! I will try to as soon as I get home! Everyone's characters looks super awesome btw!))
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Aug 21, 2016 16:33:31 GMT -5
[ I'm eating rn so I'll reply in a few, as well as post gifs ]
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Post by VΙͺα΄Ιͺα΄α΄α΄s on Aug 21, 2016 16:40:20 GMT -5
{{ ahh, stick n poke tattoos are never fun the first few days I relate Does hydrocortisone cream help? And I'll respond once my stomach stops hurting from eating too much ice cream }}
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Aug 21, 2016 16:41:19 GMT -5
{ nocona . It was such an odd and horrifying thing to see a man stepping out of the shadows where a moment before there had been nothing, but the residents of the House of Wind had to get used to it. Nocona was fond of sticking to the darkness and playing around with his ability. It kept him on his toes and practice was always good. So, as per usual, he seemed to materialize out of thin air in the kitchen, appearing next to Natasha with an arrogant smile and cocked eyebrows. "Whatcha cookin', good lookin'?"
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 21, 2016 16:42:39 GMT -5
(I'm typing up a starter. I have no idea how to start so I'm just making them new to the house)
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Aug 21, 2016 16:43:01 GMT -5
{{ ahh, stick n poke tattoos are never fun the first few days I relate Does hydrocortisone cream help? And I'll respond once my stomach stops hurting from eating too much ice cream }} [ yeah no fun. it's not hurting too bad right now but when I let it relax against the edge of my laptop it's killer. I don't have any so rn I'm just using aloe vera. it seems to help a lil bit and yo that's about to be me. my mom's bday party was last night(which I opted out of and instead went to a friend's house, the one who gave me the tattoo) and they have tooons of barbecue and ice cream left over ]
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Post by xΟxΟJΞ±βΡ on Aug 21, 2016 16:45:04 GMT -5
As expected Nats heart jumped as she let out a strangled Yelp of surprise. She turned to face Nocona, a slightly dangerous glint in her eyes. "Pizza."she said through clenched teeth, gently smacking him with her dough roller. "You know, Nocona, you sleep at night. I don't"she raised an eyebrow at him, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Aug 21, 2016 16:49:05 GMT -5
{ nocona . Nocona let out a bark of laughter and leaned against the granite island, eyeing the Dreamer. "And? I can be invisible. You can't," he said with a smirk. In one fluid series of movements he stole the little bag of pepperoni that had previously been sitting next to the shredded cheese and hoisted himself up onto the counter and began to eat the meat. "Why are you cooking?"
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Post by xΟxΟJΞ±βΡ on Aug 21, 2016 16:52:53 GMT -5
Natasha sighed looking up at him and snatching the bag out of his hand. "Homemade meals tend to make people feel good. Everyone is a little on edge, in case you haven't noticed."she said, moving the food out of his reach. "What are you up to?"she glanced up at him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 16:53:46 GMT -5
[ Suppose I should contribute to the face claims. cx I don't watch VD so I don't really know the actors mannerisms but thought this gif best fit Malachi. Woo. I'm working on a reply. I've got to poof but I'll get one up soon after. ]
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Post by xΟxΟJΞ±βΡ on Aug 21, 2016 16:54:52 GMT -5
Ohmygosh Klaus gosh he's hot)
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Aug 21, 2016 16:59:12 GMT -5
[ yooo he's handsome ]
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Post by xΟxΟJΞ±βΡ on Aug 21, 2016 17:00:44 GMT -5
Yes he isss. And I really wanna make a guy now. Can I?)
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Post by xΟxΟJΞ±βΡ on Aug 21, 2016 17:10:42 GMT -5
I think everyone poofed lol)
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Aug 21, 2016 17:17:35 GMT -5
[ sorry, I'm trying to fix my phone ]
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Post by xΟxΟJΞ±βΡ on Aug 21, 2016 17:19:04 GMT -5
Haha it's okay)
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Aug 21, 2016 17:24:23 GMT -5
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Post by VΙͺα΄Ιͺα΄α΄α΄s on Aug 21, 2016 17:32:00 GMT -5
{{ yeah, i got my first one on my wrist. i don't regret getting it but the pain was so awful i usually try to not use that same hand for a few days, y'know? }}
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Post by Falling Rosepetals on Aug 21, 2016 17:35:22 GMT -5
here we go, i'm sorry if this has any typos, ^^' also if there's anything that needs revision pls do inform, .u. if the gif works that's what she looks like the breeze ;; Aida Tyr 23. female This twenty-three year old girl reaches the grand height of 5'3. Aida has curly black hair. She usually never brushes her hair because any brush or comb that attempts to enter her curls never leaves in one piece. Usually, she ends up with a lot of broken brushes here and there. One way she tries to tame her fluffy hair is with a few braids, that keeps most her hair away from her face leaving only a few curly bangs that occasionally cover up her brown eyes. She has light brown skin with a few freckles sprinkled around her nose. This girl is very observant making most ponder as to whether she can actually speak or not, she can though finds it rather difficult in making any form of small talk. What do people even talk about? The weather? Small talk is not her forte and she hopes to improve that. Aida tends to keep a calm and friendly demeanor most of the time, though anger and dislike are easier to fall into than the former. Despite that she stands detached from most people. Occasional banter full of humor will make her think that maybe it isn't that difficult to make connections with others. Yet she's rather contradictory to her own goals, she likes to isolate herself. It's better to be alone sometimes than having to strain herself and socialize, well attempt to social with the other residents at the House. Face Claim - Amandla Sternberg Falling Rosepetals
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 21, 2016 17:36:34 GMT -5
Emma and Jason found this house to be rather big for their tastes. Jason in particular found it to extravigant. It felt like it would feel empty and lonesome inside. He didn't want to live here but it seemed like there was no choice. He looked over at his sister who was consumed by her phone and the music blasting from her earbuds. From the sound of it, it was probably one of those youtube covers she liked to listen to even though she had no idea what the original songs were from. Typical. Grabbing Emma by the arm, Jason walked into the house and looked around for any sign of what to do or what was going on. Why was everything so confusing? With a sigh he released Emma and watched her back up into a wall before sliding down to sit on the ground.
The hood of Emma's brown jacket was over her head and the sound of Amalee/LeeandLie was blasting into her ears. Her head rested against the wall and she focused on its stability. This is what she would do. Block out everything in order to not be overwhelmed by the fluctuating emotions in the air. Happy, sad, anger, shock, surprise, confusion, fear, despair. Those were just a few of the names her enemies went by. Her fingers brushed the left side of her hair behind her ear, feeling the piercings that adorned her ear. She hummed along to the song and bobbed her head a bit to the music, letting the words fill her head.
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Aug 21, 2016 17:37:34 GMT -5
[ I'm an equestrian and I'm training and teaching every day this week so I have to lol
I've never watched VD but I read the first book and hated it oops. I just think vampires are so cliche . . . unless its "The Dark Heroine" by Abigail Gibbs lol ] { nocona . Nocona shrugged and with a beckoning of his fingers wrapped darkness and shadows around him. "No good," he said from his spot on the counter where he sat invisible. He did that a lot - just willed himself to disappear even though the people he was in the room with knew he was there. Within a few moments he released the shades encasing him, hopping off the counter and putting his hair into a big sloppy bun on top of his head.
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Aug 21, 2016 17:43:14 GMT -5
[ the breeze looks good uwu I'll add you in in a sec ]
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Post by VΙͺα΄Ιͺα΄α΄α΄s on Aug 21, 2016 17:49:17 GMT -5
Xzavier sat in one of his most treasured rooms of the house, resting his elbows on the fallboard of the grand piano. It was placed in the middle of the room, in front of the spacious windows that overlooked the back of the home. He often came here to clear his mind or enjoy the serenity it gave him. His bedroom was down the hall, so he didn't have to travel far and run into another new member of the house. He didn't mind the fact that it was now full, or at least somewhat full seeing as how the place was enormous. He glad that both him and Nadezhda weren't the only ones residing in it anymore, it seemed like a waste of space. Of course, he didn't enjoy having to put up a facade around all these strangers and proving himself to be a strong character. He preferred to only be himself around his sister but with everyone here, that was just growing more difficult with each passing day. He stretched out his fingers, hesitating before opening the fallboard and allowing his hands to gently run down the keys. He didn't press on them, however, not wanting to allow anyone to know where he was. He knew, pretty soon, he'd have to get up and go help his sister.
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Aug 21, 2016 17:58:00 GMT -5
{ nadezhda . Instead of waiting any longer for her brother to seek her out, Nadezhda sought him out and found him almost instantly. If he wasn't in his bedroom he was in the room where his grand piano resided. "Privyet," she announced as she stepped through the door. They often spoke in Russian to each other when people weren't around, and sometimes even if they were. "There's too many people here."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 18:02:59 GMT -5
[ Woo. Yeah. I tried the first book and attempted to watch the show but neither worked out too well. I like the old school vampire lore and not much else.
All our characters are so moody. cx]
House of Wind // Malachi
Slouched back into a chair in the living room, Malachi flipped through the channels on TV, never pausing long enough to actually see what was on. He had the side of his head cradled in one hand and his feet kicked up on the coffee table, colors dancing on it's polished surface. His gaze was intent but not on the dramas, news, or reality shows that flashed on screen. He simply stared at the colors on the table, thinking nothing as he let the silence of his own mind consume him. The fixation was broken, though, as his stomach growled - the ache there clear now. With a growl of his own, he flipped the television off, sitting in silence for a few moments as if to decide what to do.
Nothing. He'd do nothing except maybe stand and head to the atrium - wanting nothing more than a breath of clean air. The house, however big and extravagant as it might have been, had no appeal other than a quiet room and cable. With his hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweat pants, he stood and strode down the hallways to the elevator. Stepping in, he punched the number for the ground floor and waited in silence, tilting his head back. He respected the space, though. The size of the house provided for little run-ins with other guests, something he enjoyed. As the cart slowed to a halt and the doors opened, he frowned, seeing two more quests propped up against the wall.
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Post by Falling Rosepetals on Aug 21, 2016 18:09:02 GMT -5
okay thank you, /).u./)
Aida had come of her own accord yet it felt stifling and forced. The room that she had been provided held no windows, the feeling of being imprisoned filled her every time that she entered it. And so she was aimlessly wandering the House, occasionally she would encounter another resident of the house and almost on instinct she would teleport herself the opposite direction that they were traveling. Aida found herself outside after finding yet another person and nearly teleporting herself into a wall. So she came to decision that being outside was better than having to keep avoiding a house full of people roaming here and there. What Aida had not remembered was that she had yet to fully memorize the details of the backyard and so when she arrived in the backyard she landed on her back instead of her feet. Better yet she had landed in three feet in mid air right above a pile of leaves. Now the only thing that she could see was the sky, full of dull gray clouds greeting her. Aida's face was twisted into a scowl, with eyes closed the girl took in slow breaths in order to control her beating heart. Aida remained on her back unwilling to get back to her feet until she caught her breath.
bleh, well here's my starter sorry if it sucks couldnt think of anything mildly interesting .,.
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Post by xΟxΟJΞ±βΡ on Aug 21, 2016 18:13:39 GMT -5
Natasha smiled,"good. Then you can put this pizza in the oven for me"she said handing him the pizza.
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Post by VΙͺα΄Ιͺα΄α΄α΄s on Aug 21, 2016 18:21:50 GMT -5
"Soglasen." He turned towards his sister when he heard her footsteps echoing in the room. It was basically empty except for the piano in the middle of it; he never had the chance to decorate it the way he wanted to. The walls were painted navy blue, giving it a somewhat comforting feeling to him. "You invited them here, sestra." Xzavier shrugged, placing the fallboard of the piano back down again. It was best not to play it. It pained him not to, but he would rarely find the chance for the house to be empty once more.
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