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 Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:46 pm
iitS t3H iiNtR0!
PR3PAR3 t0 DiiV3 iiNt0 tH3 GR3At UNKN0WN! He was on his way home from Candletop
Been two weeks gone and he thought he'd stop
At Web's and have him a drink for he went home to her
Andy Wo-Lo said hello
He said "Hi what's doin?"
Wo said "Sit down I got some bad news it's gonna hurt"
Said I'm your best friend and you know that's right
But your young bride ain't home tonight
Since you been gone she's been seeing that Amos boy, Seth
He got mad and he saw red
Andy said boy don't you lose your head
Cause to tell you the truth
I've been with her myself
That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands
Well Andy got scared and left the bar
Walking on home cause he didn't live far
You see, Andy didn't have many friends and he just lost him one
Brother thought his wife must've left town
So he went home and finally found the only thing
Daddy had left him and that was a gun
He went off to Andy's house
Slipping through the back woods quiet as a mouse
Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make
He looked through the screen at the back porch door
He saw Andy lying on the floor
In a puddle of blood and he started to shake
The Georgia patrol was making their rounds
So he fired a shot just to flag em down
A big bellied sheriff grabbed his gun and said
"Why'd you do it?"
The judge said guilty on a make-believe trial
Slapped the sherif on the back, with a smile
And said, "supper's waitin at home and I gotta get to it"
That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands
Well they hung my brother before I could say
The tracks he saw while on his way
To Andy's house and back that night were mine
And his cheatin wife had never left town
And that's one body that'll be found
You see little sister don't miss when she aims her gun
That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands
That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands This is a RolePlay of mine that is currently not doing so well in The Gaian Neighborhood. I hope you don't mind, but I decided to try it out here! Its not great, but... Bear with me, okay? I'm not doin' so well with my creativity at the moment. If you really want to know why, feel free to drop a PM my way. Anyway... I'll get onto the Table of Contents, shall I?[~Table of Contents/Lyrics~][~Storyline~][~Character Line Up~][~Rules~][~The Profile Skeleton~][~Boys~][~Girls~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Opening~]
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 9:19 pm
GAtH3R 'R0UND, iitS St0Rii tiiM3!
0KAY, N0t tHAt CL0S3! J33Z... [~Table of Contents/Lyrics~][~Storyline~][~Line Up~][~Rules~][~The Profile Skeleton~][~Boys~][~Girls~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Opening~]Six teens. Two beach houses. All summer. Bliss, yes?
Oh, dang. I forgot to tell you the best part! There's a bit of a twist, loves... Lets
start from the beginning, shall we? There are these three girls who are all best
friends, and then there are these three guys who are all best friends. The best
part? They're staying in next door beach houses. For the whole summer! Well,
as you can guess, these six teens fall in love with each other.
But,
in their small, New Jersey town, there is a killer. He's already killed two people.
But one person has ever seen his face, but that one person can't quite
remember what he looks like now. So, its a little hard to catch this Killer. No,
he's not one of the six teenagers, but he blends in with all the rest of them.
He's been watching these teenagers, and now he knows they're all spending
their summer at the beach. Perfect targets. However, there is another twist to
all this. The teens cannot leave the beach. Literally. If they try to, they cannot
pass to where the regular parking lot is. This is totally messed up and
unplanned, right? Well... I'm not so sure. Did I mention that each teen has their
own fear, problem, and connection with the killer? Woops! Here are the people!He is a great photographer, but is afraid to show it in fear of being laughed at, is deathly afraid of the water, even though he loves the beach and the look of the ocean, tries too hard to be absolutely perfect, and his father was one of the two killed by the Killer.She is a great singer and guitar player, but is afraid to perform, at times feels depressed, alone, unloved, and cut off from the world, and the killer is stalking her most of all.He is a great writer, but is afraid to show it, finds it hard to trust people, and is totally paranoid about the Killer, as he should be.She is a great dancer, but afraid that she isn't good, doesn't eat very much, and isn't worried about the Killer at all, which is a bad thing.He is a very good artist, but refuses to show his talent, is afraid of boats because he almost drowned from one crashing, doesn't sleep very much, and is the only one who has ever seen the killer's face. However, he can't remember it very well, because it was dark when he saw him.She is very smart, but doesn't want to be labeled as a geek, so she hides her smarts, is horribly afraid of heights, and her mother was the other one killed by the Killer.Will they tell each other that they love them? Will
the Killer attack? Will they get over their fears and problems? You decide!
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 9:41 pm
iitS LiiN3 UP tiiM3!
N0 PUSHiiNG! [~Table of Contents/Lyrics~][~Storyline~][~Line Up~][~Rules~][~The Profile Skeleton~][~Boys~][~Girls~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Opening~]Bolded + Character Name + Username = Taken.
Italicised + Username = Reserved
Nothing + Nothing = Open
The Boys:Boy One = Remus Miki Donnagull = Atremis MoonBoy TwoBoy ThreeThe Girls:Girl One = hot-pizza-sauceGirl Two = Raen Alesia Williamson Redson = [T E H][Hot][Chili]Girl Three = Mindy Allison Petersen = DoYouWannaBreakMyHeartThe Couples-To-Be (Crushes):Boy One + Girl TwoGirl three + Boy TwoBoy Three + Girl One
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 6:13 am
0H N03S!
tH3 RUL3S! [~Table of Contents/Lyrics~][~Storyline~][~Line Up~][~Rules~][~The Profile Skeleton~][~Boys~][~Girls~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Opening~]LiiT3RACY
Okay, I'm actually pretty good with this. Just no one-two liners. If you have writer's block, then just try to get your message across. Write like you're writing in a book. " " For speaking. NO * * - - Or anything else for actions! You must be literate to join this RolePlay. [ ] ((OOC smile ) And such for talking OOC.PR0FiiL3S
Okay, just follow the format, okay? Again, any questions, talk to me. You must PM me your profiles. Make the title: D0N't L00K 0Ut tH3 WiiNDOW! You may want to highlight this post. Yes, highlight it! The whole thing! I am sorry if you aren't accepted. Don't go all mean on me. I don't like mean people. **I ONLY HOLD RESERVATIONS FOR THREE DAYS!** However, if you give me a reason to hold the reservation for more than three days, I'll be happy to do so. MAtURiiTY
Keep it PG-13 people. Easy enough. Kthnx.Long Term!
If you have to be absent for more than three days, please, pm me saying so. If you do not, I will make your character available again. I'm sorry. Also, I expect this to be a long-term RolePlay! So, don't just post a few times, then decide to quit! That means, each time when you get on, and know you'll be on long enough to write a post, I expect you to do so. **Girls can play guys and vice versa** Have fun with this! I don't enforce many rules, but I am entitled to change these whenever I see fit. I am a nice person, so... I don't get mad a whole lot. Mmkay? Mmkay.Put a Domo in your profile PM so I know that you read the rules!
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 6:20 am
L00K! iitS A SK3L3!
0H. EHM. G33. O.O [~Table of Contents/Lyrics~][~Storyline~][~Line Up~][~Rules~][~The Profile Skeleton~][~Boys~][~Girls~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Opening~] (Look in Crushes Line Up.)]GU3SS WH0?
t00 L0NG 0F A FRiiK3N NAM3
[First, Middle, Last]
I MUCH PR3F3R B3iiNG CALL3D tH3S3
[Nicknames]
WHii TH3 H3CK DiiD YOU PUt Mii AG3 ON tHAt CAK3!?
[Age]
StORii OF Mii LiiF3. Liit3RALLii
[Bio 1 paragraph minimum]
ii AM WH0 ii KN0W ii AM
[Personality]
Mii H3ARt B3AtS F0R
[Crush (Specified in Line Up) ]
GiiMM3, PL3AS3?
[Likes. At least Five.]
I D0N't tHiiNK S0
[Dislikes. At least Five.]
iitS A FACt, SW33tH3ARt
[Peircings, Tattoos. List 'em]
UGH, ii D0N't WANt t0 tALK AB0Ut iit...
[Fear, problem, and connection with the killer. Look in storyline]
L0V3 M3 F0R WH0 ii AM
[The person you play. Girl Three, Boy two, etc. You get the picture]
PULL Mii StRiiNGS
[Username][size=10][color=Character Color] (Look in Crushes Line Up.)][b]GU3SS WH0?[/b]
[imgleft]malformed url[/imgleft]
[b]t00 L0NG 0F A FRiiK3N NAM3[/b]
[First, Middle, Last]
[b]I MUCH PR3F3R B3iiNG CALL3D tH3S3[/b]
[Nicknames]
[b]WHii TH3 H3CK DiiD YOU PUt Mii AG3 ON tHAt CAK3!?[/b]
[Age]
[b]StORii OF Mii LiiF3. Liit3RALLii[/b]
[Bio 1 paragraph minimum]
[b]ii AM WH0 ii KN0W ii AM[/b]
[Personality]
[b]Mii H3ARt B3AtS F0R[/b]
[Crush (Specified in Line Up) ]
[b]GiiMM3, PL3AS3?[/b]
[Likes. At least Five.]
[b]I D0N't tHiiNK S0[/b]
[Dislikes. At least Five.]
[b]iitS A FACt, SW33tH3ARt[/b]
[Peircings, Tattoos. List 'em]
[b]UGH, ii D0N't WANt t0 tALK AB0Ut iit...[/b]
[Fear, problem, and connection with the killer. Look in storyline]
[b]L0V3 M3 F0R WH0 ii AM[/b]
[The person you play. Girl Three, Boy two, etc. You get the picture]
[b]PULL Mii StRiiNGS[/b]
[Username][/color][/size] For Character Posting Color, PM me to get the color. Simple as that. ^.^
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 6:23 am
H3R3 C0M3 tH3 B0YS! [~Table of Contents/Lyrics~][~Storyline~][~Line Up~][~Rules~][~The Profile Skeleton~][~Boys~][~Girls~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Opening~]GU3SS WH0?
t00 L0NG 0F A FRiiK3N NAM3
Remus Miki Donnagull
I MUCH PR3F3R B3iiNG CALL3D tH3S3
Mik
WHii TH3 H3CK DiiD YOU PUt Mii AG3 ON tHAt CAK3!?
17, almost 18
StORii OF Mii LiiF3. Liit3RALLii
Hello, I'm Remus Miki Donnagull. Stupid name, isn't it? I didn't choose to be called Mik, but it stuck, so, just call me Mik. I mean, I'm perfectly fine with Remus, but when I was younger, I had a birthday party, and my older cousin Shyann came and called me Mik and completely embarrassed me, and ever since people call me Mik. Oh well. I'll live.
So, my Father was.. er.. killed by the Killer. I'm still really blown over by the whole thing. I was never tight as a knot with my Father, but he was cool, I guess. Sure, I'll miss him, but.. it's not something that's going to completely mess with my life. It's not that I'm emotionless or cold hearted, it's just that Father always sort of gave me that cold shoulder thing, even though I knew he appreciated me.
I do like taking photographs, yes. The only thing is I'm sorta scared everyone will laugh at me and call me a girly guy or something. I know, it's pretty stupid, but I like taking pictures and I'm okay with keeping that a secret.
I am so scared of the water, that it's not even funny. And I know, it's weird, because I like the beach, but I only like the beach because of the ocean and how it looks and everything.
Okay, yeah I have the emo haircut, and I do look kinda emo, and woo-hoo and crap, but please don't judge me. I have not the best past so forgive me for a haircut and maybe a try at the blade a few (or more) times.
ii AM WH0 ii KN0W ii AM
I'm sort of.. an in-my-shell guy. A little quiet, not loud, polite, but I can be pretty funny and free-spirited when I want. Sometimes, I get neck-deep in stress, and I'm not exactly obsessed with sports at all, like other guys. Except volley ball. I love volley ball.
Mii H3ARt B3AtS F0R
Girl Two
GiiMM3, PL3AS3?
[./] Taking photographs
[./] Beach
[./] Classical and rock music
[./] Hanging out with a few people
[./] Cheese cake
[./] Paintings
[./] Nature
[./] Laptop
[./] volley ball
I D0N't tHiiNK S0
[x] Water
[x] Obnoxious people
[x] Huge groups of people
[x] Pickles
[x] Olives
[x] Airplanes and boats
iitS A FACt, SW33tH3ARt
None. Okay, maybe one mere lip ring.
UGH, ii D0N't WANt t0 tALK AB0Ut iit...
I'm a pretty good photographer, but I'm kinda afraid to show it in fear of being laughed at. I'm extremely afraid of the water, even though I love the beach and the look of the ocean. I guess I try too hard to be absolutely perfect, and my father was.. one of the two killed by the Killer.
L0V3 M3 F0R WH0 ii AM
Boy One
PULL Mii StRiiNGS
Atremis Moon
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 6:50 am
L00K At tH3 PR3ttY GiiRLS! [~Table of Contents/Lyrics~][~Storyline~][~Line Up~][~Rules~][~The Profile Skeleton~][~Boys~][~Girls~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Opening~]GU3SS WH0?
t00 L0NG 0F A FRiiK3N NAM3
Raen Alesia Williamson Redson
I MUCH PR3F3R B3iiNG CALL3D tH3S3
Rae, Raen, Rae-Rae, Rawr.
WHii TH3 H3CK DiiD YOU PUt Mii AG3 ON tHAt CAK3!?
Seven-fricken-teen, people.
StORii OF Mii LiiF3. Liit3RALLii
Hey, I'm Raen Alesia Williamson Redson. I know. my initials spell Rawr. Call me Rae, Raen, Rae-Rae or Rawr. You call me Alesia, and I swear, I'll rearrange your face. I hate that name. Anyway, I was born on June 18th to a loving mother. Oh, why didn't I saw father? Thats just because he wasn't loving at all. My story is the usual sob story. Father abused me, I still have the cuts and bruises to prove it, but I cover them up with the makeup I have to buy. But, thank goodness, he went on a 'business' trip, and hasn't come back. I hope he doesn't come back, that b*****d.
Well, Mum remarried, and my new 'Daddy' is the best there ever could be. He's kind, loving, caring, and he's the only other person who knows about my being abused. Now, turns out he is rich. No, my mother didn't marry him for his money! It was only right before we moved into his, can you beleive it, Mansion!
that he told us he was well with the money. And it turns out that he owns a beach house. Hence why me and my other two best friends are spending the summer there. He's awesome.
I am classified in the 'Emo' clique, and thats alright with me. I feel alone, unloved, and cut off from the world at times, but I open up nicely with my friends.
I am a music freak. My favorite band at the moment is Tokio Hotel, and they kick a**, alright? I play the guitar. Been playing since I was... Seven, if I remember correctly. I guess I'm okay at it. My friends say I'm very good. I also sing well. Sometimes, I feel like I should be able to just jump up on that stage and get discovered! But.. Well, I'll tell you later.
I get along fairly well with my parents. Although, with my brains, they say I should persue a different career than singing and playing guitar. But, thats all I've ever wanted. Yes, you heard right. I am smart. I'm totally into languages. My favorite right now is German, and I've just started to learn it. Because of Tokio Hotel. They're a German band.
I am the one most watched-- No... Stalked by the killer. I don't know why. Whenever I turn around, someone moves out of my view, and I can tell you right now, I don't like it one bit. It makes me feel vulnerable. I never open my eyes in the night, even when I'm not asleep. Because I know, I just know that if I do, I'll look out the window, and his face will be there. I've never actually seen the face of the killer, and I have a feeling that if I do, it'll be the last thing that I would ever do.
ii AM WH0 ii KN0W ii AM
I'm usually kind, happy, hyper, and all smiles. But sometimes, I get these mood swings, and I feel totally depressed. My friends, or family don't understand it and neither do I. Anyway, I'm a go-to-girl for advice, and if you want to talk to me. Like I said, one moment I'll be happy, hyper, and all smiles. But... Sometimes I feel depressed. Detatched from the world. Alone. Unloved. Heh, welcome to my world, loves.
Mii H3ARt B3AtS F0R
Boy One.
GiiMM3, PL3AS3?
[.x.]Tokio Hotel
[.x.]Music
[.x.]Playing guitar
[.x.]Singing
[.x.]Guys
[.x.]Gum
[.x.]My iPod
[.x.]My makeup. Can't live without it.
[.x.]Languages
I D0N't tHiiNK S0
D: Death
D: Being laughed at
D: Ignorant people
D: People who hate me
D: People who hate my friends
D: Peas
D: The killer
iitS A FACt, SW33tH3ARt
One piercing on my lip
Two peircings on each ear
One in my tongue.
I have a tattoo on the small of my back that says, "Live Like You Were Dying"
A rose tatoo right under those words.
One skull and bones on my stomach
UGH, ii D0N't WANt t0 tALK AB0Ut iit...
I'm a great singer and guitar player, but I'm afraid to perform. I sometimes feel depressed, alone, unloved, and cut off from the world. I'm the one person the Killer is watching -- Stalking most of all.
L0V3 M3 F0R WH0 ii AM
Girl Two
PULL Mii StRiiNGS
[T E H][Hot][Chili]GU3SS WH0?
http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w107/kari00pix/ballet-1.jpg (her when she's dancing)
t00 L0NG 0F A FRiiK3N NAM3
Mindy Allison Petersen
I MUCH PR3F3R B3iiNG CALL3D tH3S3
Mindy
WHii TH3 H3CK DiiD YOU PUt Mii AG3 ON tHAt CAK3!?
seventeen!
StORii OF Mii LiiF3. Liit3RALLii
Everyday since I was two, I've been going to ballet practice for two hours a day. Then I practice at home for another hour. Not very many people know that I dance, because I'm too shy to show it, because I don't think I'm that good.
The killer? I couldn't care less about him. He's not going to kill me or my friends. Right?
My parents have always supported me and my dream. Probably because I was such an easy child to handle. I was really disciplined and a hard worker. I was so excited when they said I could go to the beach house with my best friends!
ii AM WH0 ii KN0W ii AM
I'm usually happy and talkative. I'm a hard worker and I'm really disciplined. I'd do anything for my friends.
Mii H3ARt B3AtS F0R
Boy Two
GiiMM3, PL3AS3?
<3 Ballet/Dancing
<3 Sunshine
<3 Boys
<3 Starfish
<3 Tropical Birds
<3 Music
<3 Strawberries
<3 White Nectarines
<3 Shopping
<3 Pomegranite Juice
I D0N't tHiiNK S0
iitS A FACt, SW33tH3ARt
My ears are pierced once.
UGH, ii D0N't WANt t0 tALK AB0Ut iit...
I'm a great dancer, but I don't think I'm very good. I don't eat a lot--gotta stay fit for dancing. I'm not worried about the killer at all, which is a bad thing.
L0V3 M3 F0R WH0 ii AM
Girl Three
PULL Mii StRiiNGS
DoYouWannaBreakMyHeartGU3SS WH0?
t00 L0NG 0F A FRiiK3N NAM3
[Fiona Emma Milren]
I MUCH PR3F3R B3iiNG CALL3D tH3S3
[Fina, Fi]
WHii TH3 H3CK DiiD YOU PUt Mii AG3 ON tHAt CAK3!?
[Seenteen glitrng candles]
StORii OF Mii LiiF3. Liit3RALLii
[I was raised up by Loren and Jason Milren. They have been on my side and helped me threw my childhood and to this day. My background in German and I know how to speak the language fluently.
Ever since I was young, I have been known to be quite the smarty. My parents brought me to piano lessons at a young age and I still play to this day. I was pulled threw many drama acts and plays.
As some of you know, my mother past way a few days ago. It hurts me so much because it was that killer who is out to get us all. I don't get why he did it. My mother never did anything wrong. She was a wonderful woman..]
ii AM WH0 ii KN0W ii AM
[While I told you about my life, I assume you found out some traits about me. Well let me begin. I am a sweet heart. I will be there for anyone, even if the person that is hurt or needs help the most is some one I dislike. But there aren’t many people out there that I dislike. I am against the word ‘hate’ I think it is a very strong word and no one hates someone else.
I am not a stuck up rich b***h. Just because I have the word popular and rich labeled on me doesn’t mean I have to be mean. I’m not like that. I’m a nice girl. Though one big thing I dislike at times is I am a hopeless romantic. I will fall almost for any charming cute boy’s flirtatious ways. To add on, I am very open minded and will let out what I think. I’m not shy like some girls I know, but very out going instead.
I have a style of my own. I’m super weird and crazy and I love to party. I mean I say the most random things at times.
I’m a smart cookie too. Even if I have my face plastered into school dances, and girlie things such as shopping or getting hair done, I still stick to my school work and keep my grades up.
But for now, I will lay this all to rest and let you find out the rest of me later on.
Peace Bitches! ]
Mii H3ARt B3AtS F0R
[Boy Three ]
GiiMM3, PL3AS3?
[ . Fruits
.Horror movies
.romance novels
.The beach
.Summer
.Freiends.
.Smiles
. cookies nd cream
. stuffed animals]
I D0N't tHiiNK S0
[.stalkers
.being alone at night
.The winter.
.frowns.
.meat
.Snobs.]
iitS A FACt, SW33tH3ARt
[I have my nose pierced, and a tattoo on the back of my neck of a dove.]
UGH, ii D0N't WANt t0 tALK AB0Ut iit...
[is very smart, but doesn't want to be labeled as a geek, so she hides her smarts, is horribly afraid of heights, and her mother was the other one killed by the Killer.]
L0V3 M3 F0R WH0 ii AM
[Girl One]
PULL Mii StRiiNGS
[hot-pizza-sauce]
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 6:57 am
S3ttiiNG [~Table of Contents/Lyrics~][~Storyline~][~Line Up~][~Rules~][~The Profile Skeleton~][~Boys~][~Girls~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Opening~]Day Monday
Time Eleven o'clock, A.M
Date June 12th, 2007
Weather A beautiful, sunny day.
Temperature 70 degrees
Wind Eight MPH
AT NIGHT
Weather Clear skies
Temperature 65 degrees
Wind Six MPH
Everyone should be either waking up and getting to the beach house, or be already at the beach house.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 6:58 am
R3S3RV3D [~Table of Contents/Lyrics~][~Storyline~][~Line Up~][~Rules~][~The Profile Skeleton~][~Boys~][~Girls~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Opening~]
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 7:00 am
R3S3RV3D [~Table of Contents/Lyrics~][~Storyline~][~Line Up~][~Rules~][~The Profile Skeleton~][~Boys~][~Girls~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Opening~]
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 7:03 am
tHiiS R0L3PLAY iiS N0W 0P3N! Now it just needs some people...[~Table of Contents/Lyrics~][~Storyline~][~Line Up~][~Rules~][~The Profile Skeleton~][~Boys~][~Girls~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Reserved~][~Opening~]
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 2:10 pm
Beep, beep, beep, beep beep! The sound of her alarm clock rang unpleasantly in Raen Redson's ears. With a sleepy groan, she reached around, grabbed the niosy thing, and chucked it across the room. There was a moment of silence when Lenne thought that she could go back to sleep when, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. It started up again. "Alright, alright! You win you damned thing." Oh yes. Rae talked to inatimate objects. Especially this stupid, stubborn, niosy fu-- "Raen Marie Willamson Are you up yet?" -- Excuse for an alarm clock. Why had she even set it? It was summer! But now, being wide awake, Rae had no choice but to get up. It was inevitable.
She pushed the covers off of her, turned on her lights, and sat up, looking around her room. It definately reflected her personality. It was bright blues, and bright, lime greens. There were bubbles painted on two of the walls. Raen had a certain obsession with bubbles that she could not explain. They just plain rocked! Anyway, she loved her room. It had a windowseat, a beanbag, and a fuzzy, blue seat that was her favorite.
She sleepily got up, maintained her balance, and went to her bathroom, turning on the shower. She got in, showered, and got out again. She got dressed in a simple, black tank top with a pink skull and crossbone on it, and light blue, fitting jeans. Her normal attire. Then, she applied the black eye shadow, eyeliner, and such to make her look presentable, then brushed out her long, layered, black hair.
Her parents were waiting for her to come down. All they heard coming down the stairs was: Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump thump. Down the stairs. "I'm willing to bet you ten bucks that that is Raen." Her mother stated. Her fater paused. "I'll bet your ten bucks that its the cat." Thump, thump thump.. Silence. "Oww! Dangit." Rae's mother laughed, and held out her hand to Rae-Rae's father. "You owe me ten bucks." Raen had tripped down the last stair. "Not funny, guys. Don't bet on me!" Rae said, indignately. After saying their good mornings, and joking around a bit, Raen decided to go outside. She waved to her parents, and was mauled by hugs. She finally detachted herself from them, and stepped outside, breathing in the fresh air. It was peaceful, unlike herself. And she loved it.
Rae walked down the street, looking around. She decided that she'd better text her friends. Not knowing if they were already at the beach house or not, she quickly punched in a message. The message read: Hey!
I'll meet you all at the beach.
Whether you're already there or not!
Love,
Rae-Rae She wasn't even sure if any of her friends were awake. But hey, today was the big day, that they would travel down to her beach house. Well.. Her father's beach house. Why wouldn't they be excited, right? Sighing, Rae turned around, heading back to her house. She packed the clothes and makeup needed for the whole summer. She said goodbye to her parents, grabbed her car keys, and headed out to her blue, pick up truck. She loved that thing.
She got in, started the car, along with the A.C, and began to drive to the beach. Once she finally arrived, she immediately went to the beach house. It had three bedrooms, and three bathrooms, a living room with a T.V and movies, and a kitchen stocked with food. After claiming a bedroom, she ran out to the ocean, and took off her flip-flops, letting the water rush up over her feet.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 7:14 am
 |F i o n a E m m a M i l r e n|Fiona’s slender body pushed itself out of the bed and out into the hall, only making its way over to the bathroom.
There was where she got ready for the day.
Her body slipped out of her Monkey PJ'S and into the shower. 20 minutes passed and she came out all nice and clan. A towel was rapped around her body as she began with her long layered Brunette hair. She blow dried it first, before pulling out her straightener and straightening each strain.
After Fiona’s makeup was put on, she stumbled back into her room, only to pull out some under garments, her light blue and black shirt with clouds and hearts on it and her jean shorts. After she had got dressed and everything, she made her way down the large steps and into the kitchen, only to grab her purse and head out with her Father to the beach home.
It took about an hour for the girl to get there. As she slowly drove up the the beach house, she got a text message. Her hand quickly pulled it out to see that it was her friend Raen.
Fiona smiled and texted back.
Almost there.
See you in twenty minutes.
Fiona <3
With that she sent it and soon stopped by the home. She kissed her daddy good bye and he told her to be very careful. She nodded and gave him a big hug before she stepped out, pulling all her luggage up to the house and seeing her dad drive away. In the corner of her eye, she saw another home. She tilted her head for a moment but shrugged and entered the home, only to get herself over to her room and settle everything down.| W o n ' t F o r g e t H e r M o t h e r s D e a t h |
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 1:51 pm
 Mik woke up, and yawned. 'That's right.. I have to spend the summer in a beach house with my two other buddies' He thought. Mik slowly sat up from his bed and dragged himself to the bathroom. He took a shower and did his hair. Mik came back into his room and put on some clothes and grabbed his already packed bags. He pounded down the stairs. "Bye Mom." Mik said, reaching for the door. His mother ran over to him. "Bye Remus.. " She hugged him, Mik rolling his eyes. "Yeah.. bye." When she released her grip, he ran back upstairs. How could I have forgotten?! He thought. Mik grabbed his cameras (he had three) and some packages of film (he had a digital and two film) and grabbed a seprate bag for them. Mik ran back downstairs, and nodded to his Mother, who was slightly teary eyed. He got in his car and drove off on a 30-40 minute drive to the beach.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 8:50 pm
One and two and three and four and one and two and three and four... Mindy's long slender legs gracefully danced out the beats to her music. She was in the basement of her house, having her daily practice at her father's self-installed barre. Two sweaty hours later Mindy pressed the stop button on her iPod speakers and turned it off. She grabbed her iPod, put the earphones back in, and headed up the basement stairs. In her room, she slipped off her shoes, leotard, and tights. Mindy loved dancing. She loved it as much as she loved her friends and family. Time for a shower, she thought as she tiptoed to her bathroom and turned on the water which she kept slightly cool. She climbed in quietly so she wouldn't wake up her parents. Twenty minutes later she climbed out un-sweaty and wrapped up in a towel. Walking out of the bathroom, she smelled eggs, ham, and french toast coming from the kitchen. Mmm... she thought, her stomach growling. Back in her room, Mindy turned on the radio, then pulled on her bra and underwear. She blow-dried her curly dark hair and clipped it back on top of her head. She chose out a long, light pink shortsleeved shirt, a white mini-skirt, and a white and pink belt to go over her shirt. Then Mindy put on a little bit of mascara and decided to use a bit of eye liner. Her Greek complexion didn't need much make up. She looked around her bedroom one last time. There were posters of famous ballet dancers on her bright pink walls, old ballet slippers and leotards placed triumphantly on the shelves, pictures of her and her friends and her family put anywhere possible, and the craziest accesories, like funky lamps and brightly colored cloths draped over things and funnily shaped pillows. Anything bright and random was in there. "Mindy, have you packed yet?" Her father called from downstairs in his thick Grecian accent. "Yes, I packed yesterday remember?"
"Just making sure..."
"Honey, don't worry. She'll be fine with her friends," her mother's soothing voice filled the kitchen as Mindy came downstairs with her bags. "Do you want anything to eat Mindy?"
"Just a little bit of eggs and ham..."
"No french toast?"
"If I eat it I'll turn fat and then I won't be able to dance so I'll lose that scholarship to Juliard and then I'll become depressed and end up living at home with you guys while I go to community college and then I'll marry some loser who will abuse and ignore me and want me to get an abortion and then kill me when I refuse to get one."
"Alright, alright," her parents both laughed at her. Mindy couldn't hide a smile at her own joke. She usually pulled that one to get out of eating. She ate a couple bites of the plate on the table, gulped down a glass of orange juice, and kissed and hugged her parents goodbye. She hurried upstairs and gave her still sleeping brother and two sisters a kiss then grabbed her car keys, iPod, and cell phone. Then she ran downstairs and slipped on her only unpacked pair of flip-flops then jumped inside her dark red mustang convertible. She had worked hard for three summers to earn money. She payed for part of it, and her parents covered the difference. They would've gotten it for her, but she wanted to feel like she had worked and earned it. "Bye!" Mindy backed out of the driveway and was off on her hour long drive. She plugged in her iPod and turned up the volume. The wind blew her hair around her face and she laughed happily as she drove through the city amidst traffic and (cute) boys. Mindy's cell phone played Party Like a Rockstar to signify a text message. She read through it quickly then replied back, saying: Hey gurly!
Be there in half an hour!
<3 <3 <3Eventually the ocean breeze reached her nose. She smiled and pulled over to the beach house and climbed out. She turned off her iPod and put it in her purse and grabbed her bags from the back. She locked her car and pulled the cover over it. Then she walked in the back door of the beach house and into the unclaimed bedroom. It sort of reminded her of her own room at home. "He-llooooo?!?!" She called out in a sing-songy voice.
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