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{Rosemarie Myracle Sage}
OOC: TEXT
IC: I nodded, skipping down the hall with him. Well, walking. We reached his room and I smiled, waiting for him to unlock it.[/fancypost]
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OOC~ xD I'm ok with that haha I wanna see what happens
((This is gonna be greeeaaattt! BLUSAVANNAH. GIT OVAH HERE! ;) ))
((P.S- Jesse's kind of a d*ck. I'm aware of that. Please don't assume that I have ANY of the same outlooks and opinions as him. I just like getting into character. Luv all you guys <3 :) ))
OOC: gotta agree with you all there....I sometimes purposefully make characters Im nothing like for a challenge. And I have to say......Elias is pretty much the anti-Wrenny.
IC: I nod again, and knock once on the door before pushing it open slightly. If I were completely sober, Id probably be a bt nervous. I guess thats another asset to the drug.
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{Rosemarie Myracle Sage}
OOC: TEXT
IC: I bounded in, not stopping to see if anyone else was in here. I took Eli's things, setting them on his bed, and hugged him loosely.[/fancypost]
Joshua~
I was unplugging my phone from its charger when I heard a soft knock then people walking in. On my way out I give them a small smile and a nod. I made my way around the hallways, listening to my music in my ear-buds and memorizing where I was.
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| [fancypost bgcolor=#000000; bordercolor=#CCCCCC; borderwidth=2px; overflow: auto; width:110px; height:100px; margin-top: 300px; opacity: 0.80;] In Character I step in after her, return the hug, but I know I look a bit confused. "...You know your not my mom." I say jokingly. I nod at the boy who leaves. "Well, hes not bad. Therere other beds though...wonder who else is here." [/fancypost] |
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{Rosemarie Myracle Sage}
OOC: TEXT
IC: I stuck my tongue out at him. "I know, but you're like my best friend, and my brother. I've missed you, Eli!" I said, standing on my toes and ruffling his hair as best I could. I nodded, humming in response. "Hopefully not that mean guy."[/fancypost]
•Roger | George| Waters•
[size=20pt]Keeping The Distance[/size]
.::Nickname::.
”Rog, maybe when I’m too drunk to feel anything I’ll let Roggie slip. Other then that, nothing else.
.::Gender::.
”You’re truly an idiot if you can’t tell”
.::Age::.
”18, what’s it to you?”
.::Date Of Birth::.
”September 9”
.::Hair Color::.
”Dark Brown, lighter at the tips though”
.::Eye Color::.
”Brown surrounds the pupil, around the brown is green.”
[size=20pt]Breaking The Outer Wall[/size]
.::Personality::.
Roger’s personality problem never was originally like the way it is now, he was like every happy bubbly child, that was until his father died. After that his personality went downhill, being by himself, lashing out on anyone who talked to him, pretty much just being a loner until he got older, that’s when he turned into a b*thcy jerk.
It was minor, telling people to go away or whining about their flaws and much more, then it progressed to cussing people out, causing huge fights because of small things, and being competitive with almost everyone including himself. But he’s losing and he knows.
When he started to drink he actually calmed down and was a totally different person, along with drugs as well. A relaxed, sentimental, quiet person is what you’ll find when he’s on some drug, that’s probably the only time anyone ever is happy to be around him. It take notice, walking into school one day and he looks relaxed and doesn’t point out flaws or anything else like that people will notice, either they don’t do anything cause it’s better or for worse.
.::Reason Why You're Here::.
”When you have drug buddies who have the minds of rats then you’ll get easily caught, especially when their first plan is to jump out of the window when we got caught”
.::Why Did You Start::.
”I did it on many accounts, when I’m tripping out or drunk I feel much more better then when I’m sober, and people don’t seem stupid when I am”
.::History::.
”I’m not telling you that! I have no choice? God*mmit. I was born in England with my two brothers as the youngest and the one that was loved the most, it didn’t really matter to my two other brothers, they didn’t even have a slip of knowledge now to think about it. Our father was in the war and at the same time our mother was trying to support us at the same time, when the news that are father had died we had to immediately move to London, there we lived in a poverty styled life. I was the only one who was enrolled into a good school, that’s when the competition started with my brothers. I was constantly bullied by others, I don’t know why.
I was around 14 when we moved to America, I was astonished at the sight of it. It was nothing like London, nor were the schools. The scene was drugs, alcohol, partying and sex the way I saw it, so trying to fit in was hard for me. Lots of reasons why, I was never invited to any big house parties, I had the face of a horse, (and still do) some people thought I was a jerk and basically I couldn’t do it.
Eventually I was invited, that’s where I was forced to take some pill. Don’t look at me like that, who the h*ll would look at a pill for it’s name when someone was jabbing it down your throat? The pill didn’t do much, hallucination and making poor choices were the only side effects, and when I mean by poor choices I mean by having my first puff. I didn’t know the next morning I did, but when I was in the attic along with a few more people with a pipe in the middle of the circle and a sick feeling in my stomach I pretty much knew the whole story.
Pretty much I was sent here. Not a good story, huh sunshine?”
.::Family::.
Father•Eric Fletcher Waters (Dead)
Mother•Mary Ann Waters
Brother• Indie Waters
Brother•Eugene Waters
[size=20pt]The Love Drug[/size]
.::Crush::.
”Crushes are for children”
.::Boyfriend/Girlfriend::.
”I feel as if you’re not listening.”
.::Sexuality::.
”Strait.”
.::Friends::.
”That’s a good one, probably a few when I’m drunk or something but for right now currently none. I’m a one man band.”
.::Enemies::.
”Lots”
.::Other::.
”No. You forced out almost everything.”
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•Jeanette | Tasia | Lassamiere•
[size=20pt]Keeping The Distance[/size]
.::Nickname::.
"Call me Jeanette or Tasia. Some people call me Jenny or Janey but if you don't know me don't try to give me nicknames."
.::Gender::.
"Female. Stop being a dumb*ss."
.::Age::.
"Sixteen. How long is this going to take?"
.::Date Of Birth::.
"December twenty-second. I think that makes me a Capricorn."
.::Hair Color::.
"Ha. It's a gamble. Naturally brown but I like to change my highlights often. They're mostly green right now but I still have some blue and yellow highlights."
.::Eye Color::.
"Purple contacts but they're naturally a really dark blue color. You won't see anything but the purple, though."
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[size=20pt]Breaking The Outer Wall[/size]
.::Personality::.
"I'm kind of sarcastic and I don't put up with any sh*t. If you're fair to me I'll be fair to you but if you're not we're going to have a problem. I'm pretty easy to tick off but I'm a really fun person if you get to know me. Oh yeah, and I've been told I cuss a lot."
.::Reason Why You're Here::.
"Ha. Vandalism and alcohol. Mostly. I also got into a lot of fights, hooked up with some people, and wandered the streets all the time. Not that anyone cared where I went. When my mom died they just kind of shoved me here. *shrugs* The state thought I was too much trouble to go into foster care and with my dear mother not caring enough to put anything about me in her will... this was the only place they could send me."
.::Why Did You Start::.
"What do you mean? I had a sh*t home life and no one cared where I went. What else was I supposed to do? Did you expect me to just hang out at home with my drug addict mother? The streets were much more fun. Alcohol let me forget about my life and vandalism was just a fun thing to do to pass the time. I'd graffiti things and break into abandoned buildings. If I met someone as angry as I was we'd have a good fight. Sometimes I'd run into a hot guy or girl that also just wanted to forget about their problems for a little while. Alcohol, violence, and sex. Much better than dealing with life."
.::History::.
"Okay, let's see. Where do I start.... Born to an abusive *sshole of a father and a mother with a history of depression and drug abuse. Dad beat me, mom was too scared to do anything. Dad beat her too, I think. My loving father beat me senseless about every day until I turned twelve. That was when he finally tripped and fell under a subway. Good riddance, too. 'Course that just made mom get worse and as her depression increased so did the number of pills she took. Eventually mom was so jacked up on pills every day that she couldn't tell me from the president. It was funny 'cause sometimes when I'd come home she wouldn't recognize me and she'd get really scared and threaten me with an umbrella or something. I learned to just ignore it and go on to my room.
She stopped cooking and everything, not like she did very much before, but still, that meant when I was home I had to do everything for her. I'd normally go home and check up on her and make sure she had enough food to last her until I was going to be home again because by the time I was about fifteen I was out of the house for weeks at a time.
Not too long ago I came home and found out she had hung herself. I was the first to find her of course because it's not like anyone cared about us. She left a note saying everything she owned went to my brother. I wasn't mentioned once.
Oh, did I mention I have a brother? Damien, but I don't claim him as family. He moved out when I was only six and went as far away from us as possible. I don't blame him for wanting to get away from Dad but why the f*ck couldn't he have taken me with him? Sure, leave me alone with that abusive monster, not like it matters whether or not I got out alive, right? And then after Dad dies don't bother checking up on me and mom. No, a twelve-year-old can take care of a drug addict just fine.
He had the power to help us and he didn't. He's twenty-eight now. It was ten years ago when he left. I haven't heard from him since."
.::Family::.
"Well my dad's dead, my mom committed suicide, and my brother abandoned me. I never met any of my extended family but I've heard I have a grandma and an aunt on my dad's side. Who knows if they're even still alive though?"
[size=20pt]The Love Drug[/size]
.::Crush::.
"Eh, none yet. Haven't met anybody."
.::Boyfriend/Girlfriend::.
"Pshh, right. Like someone would actually care about me that much."
.::Sexuality::.
"Pansexual. And if you don't like it, I don't really care."
.::Friends::.
"I had a few back home. We'd hang out in abandoned buildings and stuff together. Start fights, light fires, vandalize buildings.... It was great. But here, I don't know anyone."
.::Enemies::.
"Depends, you planning on ticking me off?"
.::Other::.
"I'm really not as bad as I look. It's just that other people don't think the same way I do."
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•Beck | Josiah | Carrington•
Ooc: Sorry guys, I go by UK time xD
Beck couldn't help but gawk when he saw who he was supposedly roomed with. "F*ck." He hissed under his breath; if the two guys he spotted walking in as well wasn't bad, well then now Beck's situation was terrible. "Um... I wasn't expecting room mates." He said, faking a bored tone in his voice has he grimaced. Beck decided that fleeing would be a stupid idea and being hostile would be even worse, so Beck moved back to the dorm door and he slowly opened it, keeping an eye on the boy. "Stop complaining..." He murmured, "It's not like I'm too glad to see you either." A flash of a sarcastic smile grew to Beck's face momentarily before he stepped into the room and politely held the door open. It was something he did subconsciously, so whilst he waited for the impolite boy to walk in, he gazed over at his eyes locked on the two people standing inside already. He didn't know what to say, let alone what to do, so he coyly lowered his head and waited for the other boy to walk in before he introduced himself. He already figured that this was more than enough bad luck for him in one day, he couldn't see it getting any worse.
((Wooooo!!!! 
Yeah, I guess I can't blame you for that ;)))
Jesse watched in disbelief as the two boys-his two roommates- stepped past him and into the dorm. Of all the things that could have possibly gone wrong today, Jesse was pretty sure he'd hit almost every one of them. A small, quiet room to himself was all he needed. Now he had to share it with three other nutcases. Ducking his head, Jesse brushed past the black-haired boy in the doorway. His only goal now was to get in, drop his stuff, and get out. Maybe he could find somewhere else to light a smoke. A courtyard, the bathrooms- someplace secluded, because in his dorm was definitely not then place to go breaking the rules.
(Thanks, quick recap?)
Don't worry. I gotchu... 8)
So, Rosemarie (bi) starts talking to Jesse (straight), but he wants nothing to do with her. Jesse sees Effy (straight?) walk by and he kind of likes her. Rosemarie met up with her friend Elias (gay) and escorts him to his room. Elias's room happens to be the same one that Beck (gay), Jesse (straight) and Joshua (straight) all share. And Jesse and Beck don't really like each other.
There's probably stuff I missed, but that sums it up.
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{Rosemarie Myracle Sage}
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IC: I bit my lip, seeing more boys walk in. I rolled my eyes as the rude one came in. "Hi! I'm obviously not rooming with you guys, but I am a good friend of Eli's." I said in my soft British accent. I smiled at the boys and at Eli.[/fancypost]
Jesse walked by the other boys and dumped his luggage on one of the beds. He began sifting through the pockets of his duffle bag in search of the drugs he snuck in. When the blonde spoke in her cheery little tone, Jesse rolled his eyes, not turning from his bag. "Oh, isn't that wonderful..." he muttered, mocking her voice. After finding where he stashed his stuff, Jesse began stuffing it into the pockets of his black hoodie. He was so caught up in the anticipation of finally having a smoke and wondering where he should hide the rest of his drugs that he didn't notice when he accidentally dropped a cigarette on the floor.
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{Rosemarie Myracle Sage}
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{Jackson Aero Parks}
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IC: I frowned and looked over at him. He spoke in a high pitched nasally tone, attempting to mimic me. I spotted the cigarette on the floor and scooped it up, sticking the filter end in my mouth. "Anyone got a lighter?" I asked, smirking as I looked at the rude boy. I knew it was his, and if wanted to see his reaction to me with his cigarette dangling from the corner of my mouth.[/fancypost]
