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I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music

And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart

And suppose I never met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose we never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall
Break my fall

All my friends say that of course its gonna get better
Gonna get better
Better better better better
Better better better

I never love nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting by heart truly
I got lost
In the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind
All this music
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart

I hear in my mind all of these voices
I hear in my mind all of these words
I hear in my mind all of this music

Breaks my
Heart
Breaks my heart


"Fidelity" Regina Spektor

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[[literacy && posting]]
    I want this role play to go as smoothly as possible, so that means I need to lay some ground rules.
    First of all, this role play is literate. That means, if you can't write two decent paragraphs per post, you don't belong here. By decent, I mean at least five lines per paragraph and some nice, descriptive sentences. I shouldn't even have to say this, but no chat speak or **, --, etc. No god modding or anything of the sort. I really wish I didn't have to go through this, but some people never learn. Absolutely NO one liners. If you're having writers block, at least try to make your post a paragraph. It's really hard for people to reply to something like 'Jake listened to what the girl said and just sat there, staring off into space.' Use appropriate symbols for out of character talk. No fighting in out of character either. It's stupid and it will get you kicked out. Uhm...to make things all pretty, put a title on the top of your posts, just because I like them.

[[profiles && such]]
    Follow the skeleton I give you. Please no Mary or Gary Sues. Don't make your character some really sad emo kid who's had a horrible past full of abuse and rape. It's alright sometimes, but it gets really old after awhile. I want the profiles in first person and posting in third. I also want at least two paragraphs for the biography. If you give me more, I'll love you lots. I will reserve spots, but only for two hours[unless I sign off, then you have more time. Lucky you.]. If I don't like your profile, I reserve the right to decline it. This is not first come, first serve. If it says reserved, you can still submit a profile. I'll pick the one I like the most. Don't get angry if a spot you want is already taken. Pick another one. PM all profiles to me with an interesting title. If it doesn't spark an interest in me, I'll delete it. Post in this thread without permission and you die. Seriously, I'll murder you.

[[other stuff]]
    Cybering is a big no no. Don't even take it to pm's. It's against gaia's rules and mine, plus it's really nasty. If things end up getting hot and heavy between two people, just put [insert sexy-time here]. As for cussing, this isn't a sailor rp. Keep it under control. These characters are out of school, so they've gotten out of the whole cussing every other word stage. If they get angry, that's perfectly fine, but please don't have them cuss up a storm for no reason. Guys can play girls and girls can play guys. Oh, it seems I've changed my mind about the subject. It still needs to spark my interest, but it also needs to have the number 42 in it. Pm me any questions you have. Don't use any of my stuff without asking, not that I think anyone will really want to. Oh yeah, try to keep it going. Don't post once and leave. After three days of no posting, I'll pm you for a reason. If you don't give me one in twenty-four hours, I delete your profile. Sorry, but that's life.
    Have fun. : D


    E D I T: It seems we've had a problem with literacy, so I want a nice role play sample with your reservation. If you just send me the profile, I'll judge it from there. I'm not going to be nice to illiterate people anymore. Consider yourselves warned. I'll be a b***h if you don't meet my standards. That means proper spelling, grammer and sentence structure. Yes, I know I sound like an English teacher, but if I didn't already have a problem with this I wouldn't have to put this in the rules. Also, if you don't post within two days of being accepted, your spot opens up. Sorry, but it seems doing this is necessary. And read all of the rules people! Jeez.

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Johnson High School. Just like any other school and located in the middle of nowhere, California. The beach is hours away and the closest semi-big city is thirty minutes from town. This doesn't seem to bother eight students though. They have all they need right there. Love, friendship and a couple of kick-a** parties.




    She was the school's sweetheart. The cutest girl in town and every boy's dream. Little miss I plan to stay a virgin until I'm married. Kind of ironic that she was in love with him.

    He was mister player. Every night he had a different girl in his bed. And every morning, he'd send them on their way, hoping to never see them again. He wasn't an a**, he just liked random sex. That was until she came along.

    She was the girl every good girl feared. Miss freak, as they liked to call her. The name fit though. She was rather odd. The only person to ever understand her was him.

    He was an aspiring writer. He would sit in his room for hours and just write, or think. He was a rather deep individual and she was his inspiration.

    She was the girl who would always parade around in hippie skirts and get everyone to sign petitions to stop animal testing. She preached about peace and always said she was born in the wrong era. He showed her how nice this era could be.

    He was the school dealer. Hell, he dealt to everyone in the town. He was the bad boy, to say the least. He came from the richest family in town, so the police never arrested him. He calmed down a bit for her.

    She was miss popular. Not the prettiest girl around, but she liked to think so. Thinking she was misses hot-stuff made her a bit of a whore. Aside from the bad boy, she was the richest girl in school. What Miss Popular wanted, Miss Popular got. And that included him.

    He was the loner kid. He always kept to himself and didn't really do much socializing. He fell in love with her and she seemed to do enough socializing for the both of them.




    As we all know, very few relationships last past high school, and unfortunately, these weren't some of the ones that do. Each couple broke up for a specific reason.

      She dumped him because he decided he didn't want to wait anymore and slept with her. News got around to him and he was absolutely heartbroken. He went to the only person he ever trusted to cry on their shoulder. She was more than happy to help.

      Their relationship seemed to be perfect until he decided that miss hippie needed a bit more pizazz in her life. He pressured her into doing things she'd never consider had he not made her, and she got addicted. She began blaming all of her problems on him and finally ended it. He decided to help her with her addiction and she started to think he was cheating. Chaos erupted and they ended their relationship as well.

      The next year, the school was demolished to make a bigger, better one. Along with the school, all the memories the students made seemed to fall into the past too. All of the students continued to care about each other even after they graduated, but they couldn't bare to talk to each other. Some moved to surrounding towns, others across the country. They all went on with their lives, some finding another love and others rotting away thinking about what they had.





      Five years later they all get a rather interesting letter in the mail...
        Dear Johnson High School Graduate,
          You've been invited to Johnson High's five year reunion. This will be a week long, expenses paid trip to Malibu. I know what you're thinking. That's a pretty pricey place to take about a hundred people. Well, it's the least we can do for the last graduating class of Johnson...


        The rest of the letter became a bit blurry and really didn't tell much except for when their plane leaves and what hotel they'll be staying in. Being this excited has made them forget exactly who will be on this trip with them. Their's only one ticket per person, and no significant others or children are allowed on the trip. What will happen when these people realize they're on a trip with people they never really stopped loving? Will they up and leave, or stay and hope things don't go horribly wrong? Will they even recognize these people going on the trip?

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      Biography. Include what happened and what they've been doing since leaving school.

      [MORE please]
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      She is taken by _D i G i T A L - L 0 V 3_.
      He is taken by RealmoftheReaper.
      She is taken by v r o o m S C R 3 3 C H.
      He is open.
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      Arissa Isabella Bianchi

      I love you, you love me. We're a happy family. With a great big hug, and a kiss from me to you. Won't you say you love me too?

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      Arissa, Rissa, Riss, Izzy, Bella
      23
      heterosexual

      [this is my LIFE]
      I grew up what I thought was a pretty normal life. I had a mom and a dad, I was the only child. I wasn't spoiled though, thank God. Imagine how I would handle my life now if I had been. Anyhow, when I was seventeen, my dad died. He went to the gas station to get some cigarettes, and died in a hold up. Life was kind of hard afterwards, my mother didn't work. She was a home maker, until she had to get a job to support herself. By this time I already had a job as a waitress. At this time I was dating .. him, and I thought I was inlove. No, I was inlove. He was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. But he was too impatient, and he cheated. I couldn't handle that, so obviously we broke up when we were eightteen.

      After High School, I moved to New York. I couldn't stand California anymore, I was just sick of the place. Too many bad memories. I started college at NYU, and graduated with a major in World History and a minor in Psychology. For the past year I've been teaching at a High School in Manhattan. During my first year of college, when I was 18, I met a third year named Boston Sapparito. We immediately clicked, much like 'we' did those years before. But, we stayed together, and got married a year later. We were married for two years, until he was killed on his motorcycle when a drunk driver hit him. I had taken my last name back, and was left with our one year old son, Parker. Now I'm coming to this reunion, back in California. I have to bring Parker, because I don't have family here to leave him with. Baby tickets aren't that much... I wonder if he'll be there. He hurt me very badly, but I don't think I'd mind seeing him again. He was my first love.

      [MORE please]
      Parker<3. Dancing. Boston. Music. Bright colors. Happy people. My friends. My car. Working out. Shopping. Being inlove. Tanning. Boys. Hugging. Kissing. Sex. Partying. Make-up. Beach volleyball. My iPod. My cellphone. Swimming.

      [MIND going away NOW]
      HER... you know who you are. Bugs. Thunderstorms. Cops. Hospitals. Depressing people. Too many dark colors. Losing beauty sleep. Being fat. Eating too much. Drugs. Smoking. Whores. Psychopaths. Turtlenecks. Pizza. Spagetti. Too much tomoato sauce.

      [my HEART still beats FOR you]
      HIM...

      _D i G i T A L - L 0 V 3_






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      Estelle Edin Caine

      If Silence Keeps You... I Will Break It For You

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      Stella
      22
      Straight

      [this is my LIFE]
      I guess the best place to start is wish October 20th, twenty-two years ago. I was born in a practically perfect setting. Mom had a great pregnancy, except for odd and random cravings for mashed potatoes and gravy from KFC, and everything went perfectly. Well, almost. She did loose a lot of blood, so things didn't look too good for a bit, but they gave her a few transfusions and she pulled through. Dad was ecstatic; I have his bright blue eyes, and he was hoping I'd inherit them.

      Childhood was okay, just a little strange. Mom went back to school to get her doctor's degree, so she was gone most nights. Dad was a police officer and worked a nine-to-five for five days a week. I only got to see both of them at once on some Saturdays and Sundays, which was still pretty good. It was still very hard to deal with seeing Mom in the mornings and Dad at night. But, Mom finished her degree when I was six. For two more years, things got better at home. Mom wanted to spend some time with Dad and I before going to get a job at a hospital as a surgeon, and I had a little more stability.

      Then, her stomach steadily grew bigger and rounder, and a few months before my tenth birthday, I was an older sister. The baby was named Christian Anthony Caine, and he didn't get a hold of Dad's eyes. No, he got Mom's green eyes, and they looked beautiful. Still, with that new baby came a new world for me. My parents were always tired, because he seemed to have his days and nights confused, so they didn't do much with me. They became very centered on their newborn baby boy, and I learned to take care of myself. When Christian was finally able to go to a daycare, Mom got a job and I was suddenly home alone quite often, usually till eight o'clock. I'd get home from school, do whatever work I had, watch some TV (generally the Soap Operas that Mom loved so much), and read until I got hungry for dinner. I'd even have to put myself to bed sometimes.

      I guess you could say I came to resent my parents and Christian, but when I hit high school, I realized that that's how life is, and I let it be. Now Christian is a Freshman at college, and our younger sisters, twins named Gabrielle and Jeanna, are in tenth grade. The three of them write me letters, the twins more often than Christian, and we're growing a little closer through them. I never really gave them as much attention as I should have when I was a teen, so I'm working on fixing that issue.

      I was never much liked in high school, since I always came off as a complete weirdo, since I usually kept to myself. Part of what made me seem that way was that I never really cared! In high school, I'd always told people who asked that I was going to become a big Broadway singer one day, and no one believed me. Well, I'm proud to say that I'm well on my way. I just got my degree in musical theatre a few weeks ago, and I've already done several productions with my college in New York. I actually was supposed to go to an audition for a real Broadway production during this reunion thing, but there will be other auditions. I don't know that I really care about the role anyway. But, back to high school. Having grown up taking care of myself, I did tend to seclude myself in the back of a classroom and draw in my notebook or things like that. I always styled my hair strangely, and there would often times be bright colors streaked through it. I did choir, art, and advanced calculus. That last bit in and of itself was enough to mark me as a bit off my rocker, but math just came easily to me. I never really stood out in choir because I didn't let myself. I was good, but untrained by a real singer, so I lacked a few major points of vocal ability. Still, I auditioned for Juilliard my senior year and eventually got in. Never was I someone who stood out from the crowd; I wasn't a popular girl, but I wasn't a loner. I guess I was just there, which was okay.

      And of course, there was that one special guy. I thought we really had it great, and we just perfect. So I thought. He started spending a lot of time around another girl and... well, that did it. But that's how all high school romances go, and I've done really well putting that behind me. I've risen above that little hurdle, and he's not an issue anymore. I'm just focusing on my goal, and no guy is part of that right now.

      I'm not sure why I'm even going to this reunion... I don't owe those people anything, and neither do they owe me. We've gone our separate ways, and now the school is trying to bring it all back together again? But that was another thing that made me weird - I always did things that made little sense to myself or others. That is one habit that will I never break.


      [MORE please]

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      [MIND going away NOW]
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      [my HEART still beats FOR you]
      Writer boy

      v r o o m S C R 3 3 C H


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      Amelia Nicole Darling

      She is the flower you place on my casket.

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      Ami;; Darling
      Twenty-three
      Straight

      [this is my LIFE]
      My story isn't some horrible soap opera type story. Nobody in my family died. I don't cut myself, and I wasn't raped by my estranged uncle Jeffery. I'm what you would call normal, well, maybe not me, but my life has been. I'm the only daughter of Johnathan and Deborah Darling. Growing up, I was the normal, obedient kid that would always do what her parents told her. My mother, who came from a proper southern family, enrolled me in etiquette classes when I turned five. She wanted me to grow up to be the woman she is or at least, the woman my father made her. You see, my mother's really wild at heart, but her family and my father have seemed to make that characteristic disappear. My father's always been a proper gentleman, even when he was a teenager. He began working in business right out of school and now owns a few different offices around the state. Needless to say, we're pretty well off money wise.

      Well, that young proper girl that I was has turned into something her parents had always feared. Well, I am my mother's daughter. Back when my mother was a teenager, things were rather different. She lived in the seventies, if you catch my drift. She was a flower child and a beautiful one at that. When I was about fifteen I found a few of her old things in a trunk in the attic. My curiosity got the better of me and I soon started reading up all I could about the decade. It fascinated me and still does. I'm what you would call a...modern day hippie. I'm in love with Mother Earth and everything natural. Almost everything I own is made of hemp and I'm a vegetarian. My father hates this of course, but my mother is rather proud that I've found something worth while to explore.

      Speaking of exploration, I have had a few experiences with drugs, but I've never tried anything that's not made by Mother Earth. All of my experiences are for spiritual growth only. I don't do it for pleasure. I'm a daughter of the earth and I'm doing my best to understand everything about her. People think I'm rather odd for acting this way, but it doesn't bother me that much. I have very few friends because most teenagers these days only care about material things. Being this unique has put a damper on my romantic life. I have yet to find someone who is as passionate about life as I am and can actually keep up with what I'm saying when I speak.

      I don't really talk much, if you haven't guess already. I'm rather quiet because people really don't like to hear what I have to say. I'm not trying to earn any pity, it's just how it is and I've accepted that. I'm a rather peaceful person and I can't stand conflict. I avoid fights as much as I can and try my best not to hurt people. I hate seeing people in bad moods, so when I do I usually try to help if they'll let me. I'm obsessed with music and it's one of the main reason's I'm still sane. I tend to just sit in my room sometimes and listen to whatever plays, trying to figure out the hidden meaning.

      Well, my senior year of high school, I met an interesting group of individuals. We were all rather different and now that I look back on it, I wonder why exactly we were friends. Well, through that group, I met a guy. He was the bad boy of the town, not to mention the school's dealer. At first, I hated him. His perpetual use of drugs for personal pleasure sickened me. But then I got too know him. We soon became pretty good friends and eventually, we started dating. Oh it was so perfect, until he screwed it up. Being the stupid, love stricken teen that I was, I did everything he asked of me. Unfortunately that included a few drugs I promised myself I'd never do. I got addicted and soon it was the end of our relationship.

      It's been five years since then and I still haven't gotten over it, though I'd never admit it. I moved to Nevada and started my rehab after the break-up. I had a relapse a year ago, but I seem to be getting a lot better. I met a guy who drives me crazy, maybe not as crazy as my ex, but it's still something. We've been together for two years and we're talking about getting married. I'm not really one of those people who likes marriage. I really don't think it's for me. Maybe I'll warm up to it once it starts getting closer.

      [MORE please]
      ♥Music.♥
      ♥Rain.♥
      ♥Rock Candy.♥
      ♥Maturity.♥
      ♥Reading.♥
      ♥Nature.♥
      ♥Hot Tea.♥
      ♥Being Outside.♥
      ♥Free Love.♥
      ♥Peace.♥
      ♥Spiritual Growth.♥

      [MIND going away NOW]
      ♠Ignorant People.♠
      ♠Crowds.♠
      ♠Liars.♠
      ♠Parents.♠
      ♠Peanut Butter.♠
      ♠Conflict.♠
      ♠Drama.♠
      ♠The unpredictability of life.♠
      ♠How the world waits for no one.♠
      ♠Sunburn.♠
      ♠Hypocrites.♠
      ♠Rude people.♠

      [my HEART still beats FOR you]
      Mister Druggie

      Aidiana



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      Dmitriy Ruslan Mihailov

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      Derek, Russ, Mike
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      Heterosexual

      [this is my LIFE]
      I grew up just outside of Moscow. My parents were politicians in the Russian government after the collapse of the U.S.S.R. They, along with many others, helped Russia get back to its feet after being ruled by the wrong people for so long. Things were good there. Money wasn’t a problem, I was getting good marks in school, and the girls loved me. Yes, ever since I was little I have always been a sort of “ladies man.” And why not? It was fun. But then it happened. My parents decided that it would be best for them, and myself, if we moved to America. They were going to get jobs as ambassadors to the United States, as well as put me in a better school. Or so they said it was better; I didn’t know the difference. I was given a year to get a better understanding of the English language. In my old school we were already required to take one English course. The rest I had to learn in the States.

      I was the talk of the school Sophomore year. People would whisper to each other as I walked past, “Is that the new kid? The one who moved here from Russia?” Eventually the talk died down, but no one knew how to really pronounce my name no matter how much I tried to explain it. They just made an Americanized version of it. It took me no time at all to learn how to work people in that school. And by doing so I became one of the most popular guys around. Popularity in America apparently meant that I got all the girls. I must’ve slept with several of them, though I don’t really recall a specific night with any of them. Just another notch on my belt. But what I don’t understand why I was labeled as a bad guy. In Russia sleeping with women is fine. It doesn’t matter who and where. There had been one special girl though. I met her near the end of my first year in America. And she WAS special. When I was with her I felt more alive than I had ever felt before. But, what I think I came to love about her the most, was that she didn’t judge me like everyone else. I wasn’t just “the popular Russian kid”. I meant something more. But I just couldn’t keep it; I had to screw it all up. It was just that… Nevermind; I don’t want to talk about it.

      Since then, I became a model. Kind of cliché, I know. But what did you expect? Women in America love models, and I love American women. Not as much as Italian women, but close. They just can’t get enough of me! And I adore it, I love it. Every new woman is almost a completely new sexual experience. I just want to live every single one to the fullest. Although, sometimes, when I’m in bed with another random acquaintance, I think of her… And thinking of another woman, while the one under you is still in the throes of passion? Let’s just say it never goes over well. It ends up being me alone in my bed, staring at my ceiling and wondering what could have been. What I’m hoping now is that she will go to the reunion. I want to try to fix things. But it might already be too late for that…

      [MORE please]
      Women. Sex. Modeling. Clubs. A good book. Movies. Surfing. Parks. Late-night walks. Kissing. A girl in my arms. Exercise. Alcohol.

      My interests tend to clash.

      [MIND going away NOW]
      People saying hateful things about his mother country. Feeling sick. Too much cologne. Too much gel. Not enough ice cream. Cats. People other than my photographer taking my picture. Smoking. Drugs.

      [my HEART still beats FOR you]
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      Yes, even adults like to gossip. What a shocker.
      This is where all the gossip will go. Who kissed who. Who's crushing on who. Who has a kid by one of the others.
      Please give me some gossip to work with. I don't want to make this all on my own.

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        It should be obvious.


      _D i G i T A L - L 0 V 3_
        She's a good role player and she's helping me get this thing started.
        Plus she used the Barney song as her link quote. : D


        Be put on this list. You'll be popular. : D



      The Bad

      No one
        ...yet.


        This means you're on my last nerve and are on the verge of being banned from all of my role plays.



      The Just Plain Stupid

      No one
        Thank god.


        This means you're kicked out of the role play, hated by me for eternity and banned from being in any sort of role play I make.

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      Everyone's arriving to Malibu via airplane or cab and making their way to the hotel. The entire top floor belongs to the graduates. All eight of the former friends are staying in on of the large suites. There are four rooms with two beds in each. They pick who they are staying with and which room is theirs. There are two gigantic pools downstairs and the hotel is right on the beach. There's a bonfire later tonight for all of the graduates. They can either go to that or wander around Malibu, though the directors prefer they stay for the bonfire.

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