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Post by Drizzletail on Feb 16, 2017 23:32:20 GMT -5
Yay! Thank you! I can do one of each gender if that's alright and I'll go fill out the joining thing for characters.
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Post by Holly on Feb 16, 2017 23:36:09 GMT -5
Abigail sucked in a breath and bit her lips. She raised her floury hands, hesitating. Wow, kids, I don't-- What did you fight about? It was a delicate situation, and she couldn't rush to Alec's aid forever, but...Heather was a very tricky person to handle, and she did have a history of being unfair.
Alec sighed. About this concert we've been planning f forever. She freaked out and said we couldn't go, and I got mad at her for never letting Tori do anything except be miserable and try to please her, and it was bad.
Abigail narrowed her eyes. "I have to say, I'm really not liking this rebellious streak, Alexander." Ooh, she Alexandered him. That wasn't good.
"What rebellious streak?" David asked, coming into the hall. He had a book in one hand, a paperback with the cover folded backwards so he could hold the book in one hand and gesture with the other while he paced the house and read to himself. It was an odd habit, but they'd accepted it. His wife turned to explain and Alec took the chance to make Tori blush again. He leaned toward her and whispered, "You think the rebellious streak is hot, right?"
"Alexander!" David groaned. "I did not raise you to yell at ladies!"
"Hey, I picked the lesser of two evils, okay?"
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Post by Drizzletail on Feb 16, 2017 23:59:52 GMT -5
SN: Drizzletail Plot/Prompt: 10. Lost in Memories Character's Name: Daniel Johnson Description: Daniel is a tall young man, standing at 6'3'' and 20 years of age. He has raven black hair that is cut neatly and used to increase the features on his face. He has a strong, chiseled jaw and full lips. His eyes are a mix of grey and blue. Grey is the main color with flecks of blue in them. He has a muscular body from always working out. He also has a big scar starting from below his belly button but off to the side a couple inches, extended up and over to his side. Personality: Daniel usually has a smile on his face. Sometimes he may look cold and uninviting though. It depends on what type of mood he's in but usually he is a happy fellow. He wants to live life more after his brother died, wanting to honor him because he liked to live life fuller even as a kid. Now Daniel is more of an extreme person, loving the outdoors and anything with it. He also really likes to exercise. It takes his stress away. This is what causes him to be more ripped than most people his age. Password: Nightmare Other: He received the scar because he was in the accident with his brother. He was the one who lived though.
SN: Drizzletail Plot/Prompt: Prompt 3 Character's Name: Amelia Lockheart Description: Amelia is shorter than the average girls her age. She is 18 and stands at 5'2''. Her hair color is strawberry blond and she has deep sea green eyes. She may look small but she is a force to be recon with if you get on her bad side. Personality: She easily gets annoyed when people taller than her decides to stand in front of her and block her view, knowing they are doing that. Most of the time though she is very pleasant to be around. She does not care what others think of her most of the time unless she is in a large group or she is around a person likes or has a crush on. She can be quite shy at some points and then others very outgoing. She is also very passionate and loves to dance and create art. Password: Nightmare
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Post by Drizzletail on Feb 17, 2017 0:05:51 GMT -5
Okay, goodnight!)
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Post by misstrissshade353 on Feb 17, 2017 3:00:37 GMT -5
(Hey, Mistress.)
Lisa smiled and nodded. "Of course, we will. I'm sure that will put Peter at ease too, knowing he will be with you," she said. "He's the kind that will worry himself to death if he doesn't know what's going on."
Tori giggled slightly as he hugged her. I think the dinner would be more convincing, but if you still want to dress like a ninja, go for it, she signed. We'll have to leave in the early afternoon though. That way we'll have plenty of time to get there and make sure we have our motel room. If we wait until the last minute, we may not be able to get one.
"I don't want to risk crushing your spirits so soon, but I have been down here for a year, give or take. It's hard to keep track of how many days have passed by," Charles informed him. "It feels like it has been longer if I'm completely honest." What have you been up to?}
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Feb 17, 2017 4:37:23 GMT -5
(Sorry ;-; Deadlines are coming up and I have to take March off school to move. February's gonna only get more hellish.)
Mika gave a small sigh, still looking fairly concerned. "I mean... if you're sure. Like I said, just try to take it slow. If you're not up for leaving the apartment today, we can stay home and watch a few movies or something. After breakfast, I'll set up a load of laundry so you can have some clean clothes that fit you. We don't have to go clothes shopping today if you don't want to." He offered.
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яєɗ
Chrom is overrated you fools
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Post by яєɗ on Feb 17, 2017 9:32:28 GMT -5
"Fin!" Cal called out after the retreating girl. He made himself move and follow her, at least to the bottom of the stairs where he knew she'd retreat. If she left, Cal knew their relationship was over. Or, at the very least, in a position where it'd be nearly next to impossible to pick it back up to where they had been. If only he had a filter, or the ability to know what people wanted when they were emotional, she wouldn't be walking out his front door with the possibility of never coming back.
"Fin," he started, just as she reached the door, "Stop. Please don't go." Cal knew that offer wouldn't be taken up on - what would she stay for? For them to shed tears and blame each other for the death of the person they loved? Again, he was rooted to his place at the middle of the stairs, wishing and hoping Fin understood what he was trying to say. He was scared of what would happen if she left.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 17, 2017 9:36:57 GMT -5
(*Characters in progress*)
(@ mistress: Nothing much. Just school work mostly. How about you?)
(Don't worry, Leuka. Focus on your school, that's more important. I can wait. ^^ )
Destiny nodded to his words. The thought of just staying inside was nice, but if Mika had planned on doing other things while shopping for her clothes, she didn't want to ruin those plans. It wouldn't be the first time she left the house sore and in pain, so she could manage for a little. However, right now her stomach finally realized she could smell breakfast and grumbled its opinion on what she should do first. "I-Is breakfast ready?" she asked, trying to sit up a little straighter so she didn't look as pathetic.
(Haha, don't worry, I'll use a different character so we don't get confused.)
Finley paused at the door, her hand resting on the door handle. It was hard not to look back at him. Maybe she was over reacting. Maybe she was just being over emotional. Maybe if she turned around and apologized to him, apologize to him like she had done at Ty's grave, everything would be better. Yet she lacked the motivation to do so. She didn't know if he would accept her apologies honestly, or if he would only accept them to make her stop crying. There was no comforting hand on her shoulders, no loving arms that wrapped around her like Ty had always done whenever she was upset. But he wasn't Ty. He was Cal, and Cal had never done those things for her. At least, she was never upset in the time they had been dating, and it was just her luck that this had to be the first time he saw her cry.
She couldn't say anything. So she waited and listened for some kind of clue as to what she should do. Should she stay and try to smooth this ordeal over with the boy she had grown close to in just a few short weeks? Or should she leave and give them both time to think about all of this? Which option wouldn't put their already crumbling relationship on the line any further? "I-I think w-we just need to think about this," she muttered when he didn't say anything else. "Try to figure out where we stand. Right now, is just... I-I'll see you later." Turning the door handle, she opened the door, not trusting herself to say more.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Feb 17, 2017 9:50:42 GMT -5
"Yeah, eggs and toast." Mika replied. "I think I have a TV tray. You can rest in bed for a bit longer and I'll make you a plate." He suggested, giving a small smile. He was a little worried she'd push herself or try to, and the risk of whatever it was that was hurting her worsening made him hesitant to let her do too much. Still, he didn't want to limit her or try to boss her around.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Feb 17, 2017 10:02:57 GMT -5
"If you say so." Mika smiled again, somewhat humored. He walked back into the kitchen and set up a plate for her and one for himself. There was still lemonade in the fridge so he poured too glasses before he checked under the counters for a TV tray. He spotted it and quickly wiped his sleeve over the top to pick up any dust before setting up the plate and glass. He added a napkin and fork, then carried the tray over to the fold-out couch. "Here you go. I'll go grab my plate and sit at the coffee table." He sad as he passed her the tray of food.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 17, 2017 10:16:11 GMT -5
"Thank you," Destiny said, taking the tray from him. Her brain told her to wait until Mika had his plate and settled before eating. Her stomach, on the other hand, wasn't as patient. In the end, it was her stomach that got the better of her. Picking up the fork, she took a bite of her food, once again amazed by how good it was. It tasted a lot different from what she had made, but then again, Mika was probably a better cook than she was.
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яєɗ
Chrom is overrated you fools
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Post by яєɗ on Feb 17, 2017 13:07:47 GMT -5
Cal was nothing like Ty. Ty had been the social butterfly, understanding, compassionate, and loving. He'd been the loved by all; he was the one who'd be able to charm his way out of a murder charge if he was ever in that mess. Cal was the opposite - he had been considered the black sheep; he wasn't an overly friendly person. He'd never been, not even when he was a kid. At school, he kept to his same three friends, and they were all from his team. He had fallen in the stereotype of being the mean king bee. Even with friends, he was known to be a little on the meaner side - but known to have a good sense of humor with its dryness. But once Ty passed away, he did mostly a full one-eighty - he was still in the popular crowd, and held his reign, but he had been working to be a better person after it.
But he didn't make any improvement in the compassion department. When Fin said they needed to think about their relationship, he felt relief slip off his shoulders; but once she said she'd see him later, the weight on his shoulders and the pit in his stomach grew. She couldn't be leaving. "Fin...," Cal tried again, but it was too late. The door had already closed behind her.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 17, 2017 13:46:47 GMT -5
Finley thought she had heard him call her name, but she was already walking down the front steps. Her pace was slow to start with, as if she was hoping beyond hope that Cal would open the door, to fling himself down the steps after her and not let her leave. She felt like she was going to break any minute, and she wanted nothing more than to have him try to hold her together. However, the face and voice her brain conjured up was not Cal's, but Ty's. And that's why as soon as she was clear of his driveway, the girl broke into a run.
It took only fifteen minutes for her to return to her house. She wasted no time entering her home and was going to head to her room had her mother not intercepted her. Her mother took one look at her, asked what was wrong, and that was all it took for Finley to break. Through the tears and sobs, she explained the best she could about what had just happened. A lot of it was garbled nonsense, but Mrs. Knox was able to get the gist of the idea thanks to her motherly magic.
(I have no idea if I ever gave Finley a last name, or if I even made her character form. XD So that last name may change.)
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яєɗ
Chrom is overrated you fools
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Post by яєɗ on Feb 17, 2017 15:54:43 GMT -5
I'm doing the treatment of immigrants during the Progressive Era, aka a boring topic according to my partner Do we wanna brainstorm as to what we want them to skip to? Also, I'm kinda considering signing up for a new plot if you're cool w it)
In the twenty years of his life, Cal never went through this. In high school, he didn't exactly have a solid girlfriend but a girl he considered more of a friend with benefits than an actual girlfriend - the was a bad habit he kept with himself even after Ty died, even when he turned things around. So when they did have a fight with the girl, which was somewhat often, Cal wasn't worried. He knew she'd be back. When they graduated, Cal didn't even look back at her on his way to the city where he now went to school. So this was entirely new for him - he never had a significant other, really, and certainly never had one sorta-kinda break up with him.
Now, left alone with plenty of time to think, he knew he knew Finley well enough to know he should've tried to stop her more, do something to keep her from running away. But he didn't. It was easy to see that the was beating himself up over this - he'd screwed up big time now.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 17, 2017 16:03:47 GMT -5
(If I could offer any help to you, I would, but that's a topic I'm not familiar with, lol. Good luck with that. We can skip to the day when one of them gets the courage to face the other. So maybe two or three days could pass. If you want a new plot, go for it! Which one were you thinking about doing?
I also made Finley's character form. XD I may add more later, but this is the gist of it.)
Finley Knox Finley is a 19 year old, standing at average height, 5’8”. Her dark brown, wavy hair once reached down to her waist, but now rests around her shoulders, framing heart-shaped face. Her skin medium toned skin set off her bright, hazel green eyes. She was a dancer, and her body frame was proof of her hobby. With a slim and lithe build, Finley has worked since she was ten to refine her skills to the art of ballet. Though she didn’t have muscular body, she was anything but weak. To match her graceful build, her facial features offered a delicate appearance as well. She had high cheek bones and small nose. Finley was, at one point in her life, a very ambitious, flirty, and outgoing person. She was a social butterfly and wasn’t too afraid to speak her mind, although she, luckily, had a filter in her mind to keep her from saying the wrong things at the wrong times. She was also very open with her emotions. Of course, this was all before her boyfriend, Tyler, died in a car wreck after leaving her house after the couple had a fight. Ty and her had been super close during the time they were together. They had even been planning their future together, even if they weren’t ready for marriage yet. All those dreams shattered with the accident, which Finley blames herself for happening. Because of this, the girl has become more subdued. She doesn’t talk about her feelings as much, and she tends to keep a lot of her opinions to herself. The flirtatious side of her nature also got pushed aside since her boyfriend died.)
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 17, 2017 16:37:53 GMT -5
Drizzletail Here's my characters! ^^ Screen Name: *Nightwhisper Plot: Lost in Memories Character's Name: Sophia Fry Description: Sophia is a 19 year old, standing at average height, 5’8”. Her dark brown, wavy hair once reached down to her waist, but now rests around her shoulders, framing heart-shaped face. Her skin medium toned skin set off her bright, hazel green eyes. She was a dancer, and her body frame was proof of her hobby. With a slim and lithe build, Sophia has worked since she was ten to refine her skills to the art of ballet. Though she didn’t have muscular body, she was anything but weak. To match her graceful build, her facial features offered a delicate appearance as well. She had high cheek bones and small nose. Personality: Sophia was, at one point in her life, a very ambitious, flirty, and outgoing person. She was a social butterfly and wasn’t too afraid to speak her mind, although she, luckily, had a filter in her mind to keep her from saying the wrong things at the wrong times. She was also very open with her emotions. Of course, this was all before her boyfriend died in a car wreck after leaving her house after the couple had a fight. Her boyfriend and her had been super close during the time they were together. They had even been planning their future together, even if they weren’t ready for marriage yet. All those dreams shattered with the accident, which Sophia blames herself for happening. Because of this, the girl has become more subdued. She doesn’t talk about her feelings as much, and she tends to keep a lot of her opinions to herself. The flirtatious side of her nature also got pushed aside since her boyfriend died. Screen Name: *Nightwhisper Prompt: #3 Character's Name: Charles "Casper" Richardson Description/Personality: Charles is fairly young to be king, 21 to be correct, and every each of him screams "Prince". His dark brown hair is cut short and neat, and his brown eyes show the calm confidence that was trained of him since he was young. Another sign of his training is his muscular build. He isn't a full out body builder, but it's hard to hide the define muscles he has acquired from his sparring practice and hunts. Yet, what he didn't learn from his father or tutors was his view on the people of the kingdom. Unlike his father, he liked the peasants and the merchants that made his kingdom, and he was determined to help them more than his father had done. So to put it simply, Charles is very much a people person. If he had the choice of mingling with the townsfolk or staying inside his office all day, he would choose the townsfolk in an instant. He has a light air about him and a good sense of humor. He's approachable compared to his father. However, when times call for the man to turn serious, he is a force to be reckoned with, despite his young age.
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яєɗ
Chrom is overrated you fools
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Post by яєɗ on Feb 17, 2017 18:21:12 GMT -5
It had been three days - three very, very long days. Olivia had told him, countless times, to pick up the phone and call Finley and explain everything. To ask her to sit down, maybe get a coffee, take a walk, and explain everything. Starting from freshman year, to Tyler's death, to senior year, to the last two years, which were much more lighthearted. The problem was, though, Cal didn't think he could sit down Finley down and explain his bad habits, his life change after the loss of his brother, to graduating and moving down to Florida - Florida - of all places to go to school, thanks to his scholarship which gave him a free-ride as long as he swam there, and to tell Finley how much he realized she meant to him.
Cal just didn't know how he could. He was a notoriously private person - telling Finley would take a lot of energy and a lot of trust. His mother, in her innocent, motherly way, had reminded him there wouldn't be a better way to show to Finley how sorry he was and how much his past haunted him, too, if he didn't sit her down and explain about this deeply private part of his life. So, that's how Cal ended up in front of Finley's front door, hands shoved in his pockets. He hadn't phoned, or texted, or anything, so he knew his arrival might be a big surprise. Finally, he took a breath, and rapped on the door, silently praying no one was home.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 17, 2017 18:47:59 GMT -5
The past three days had been uneventful for Finley. With the guilt over Ty's accident resurfaced, she hadn't felt like leaving the house. It had taken her weeks to venture outside after the funeral, not wanting to risk running into the Davenport family for many reasons. She didn't think she could have faced the family when she knew they probably didn't want to see her. It was the same now. The girl was afraid that she wouldn't know what to say to Cal if she ran into him in town. She was also a little afraid of what he might say to her. There was a possibility that he might just want to break up with her, and that wasn't something she wanted to face.
So she spent her time inside the house, staying in her sweats and pjs. Why dress nicely if she wasn't going anywhere? Of course, her parents tried to encourage her to call some friends, to get out of the house in attempt to cheer her up or distract her. She ignored them. So they just let her be. Finley was sitting on the couch dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt when the knock on the door sounded. For a moment, she debated whether or not to get up and answer the door. She wasn't feeling very sociable at the moment. However, her mind said to see who it was outside anyway. With a small sigh, she stood up and walked over to the door, surprised to find Cal on the other side.
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