Promises...Were they meant to be broken? |Pafp|Girl Needed|

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  • | Ashton | Weiss | Colton |
    "Why Do People Make Promises? They Are Meant to Be Broken Anyways? Right?" ~ Ashton


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    In a little town, only the population of 219, there lived a Boy at the age of Seventeen, who was often called Akuma, a word meaning 'Demon' with his jerkish attitude and many ways to play jokes. It continued on for a couple years, until the population bumped up to 223. With a new family moving in next door, what does the Akuma Aston think of the family? The change might even change hm, his personality even. Maybe he will hate them with his guts? Or will he grow to Like the new family? What if promises were made that he cannot uphold?
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    Just State your Characters Name, age and yeah.... xD I'm not much for starters. But I'll try xD
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    A sliver of blinding light made it's way through the dark curtains, shning directly on Ashton's eyes, it burned slightly as they cracked open with a distraught groan of horror of the morning. Managing to slip out of his warm covers, the teen wandered about his somewhat messy room, out into the hall. He heard a truck, rumbling outside the house so he slipped the curtain of the living room aside, seeing a odd, misplaced Moving truck. 'Well, this is odd, more people to play jokes on?' He thought amusingly to himself, seeing two parents and two younger people. "Hmm..."

  • ❝ If I die young ❞


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  • Megan. 17. Yeah, my parents decided to move to sh*tville for a "better life". Whatever that's supposed to mean. I guess this is supposed to better our future, and make us want to succeed in life. yeah. That's going to happen.


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    Megan stepped out of the car. finally, its been 8 freaking hours! Stretching, she looked down at her feet. Her keds were practically falling off, but she refused to buy another pair. her jeans hugged her tight, and her sweater was baggy. Comfy. She grabbed a small bag that held her clothes for tonight. The moving trucks were supposed to come tomorrow. Long way from New York. She looked over at her parents and rolled her eyes walking past them into the house. This town was WAY to small.

  • Is it alright if I roleplay with Deathly Hallows? I think I'm already on a thread with you. Sorry if this offended you in any way ;3;

  • Mkay! xD
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    I watched the outside world from inside, my mother soundlessly appearing behind me. "Hey Ash, she looks about you age doesn't she?"
    I nearly jumped out of my skin, I guess i took a little bit of personality from her, so far, She was the only person that is able to scare me.
    "I guess...But I thought I said don't do that anymore Mom!" I chuckled lightly, then a plate of Cookies were shoved into my hands.
    "Can you be a dear and take those over?" She said walking away right after, meaning she wsan;t going to take no for an answer. Dangit.

    "Finnneeee" I drawled out getting my black and white checkered converse and swinging open our Brown door to the outside world. After getting used to the sudden sunlight I hopped down the from concrete steps and Out onto the sidewalk. Heading towards the people who were outside the neighbors house.

  • Megan plopped her stuff down on the empty soon-to-be living room floor. She walked out to finish unloading the few things left in the truck for the night. She looked over and saw a guy walking over towards the new house. She met him halfway "can I help you?' she asked, her voice obviously sharing she wasn't in the mood for talking. She tucked a loose strand of her long hair behind her hair, staring up at him.

  • "No, other then Me dropping off these, a little Little Welcome Gift my mother likes to call it." I simply replied holding out the plate towards the Teen. My grey eyes searched her quietly, she seemed like someone he can play a little trick on. Might even be fun to do so as well. I chuckled inwardly as I awaited for her answer.

  • "Whatever" she said, her voice sounding bored. "Tell your mom thanks I guess" she shrugged grabbing the plate turning to walk back to their new home. God that was sickening. Their new home...

  • "Will Do" And with a small wink he turned and headed back to his house. Hopping up the same steps for who know's how many times now. Out of pure habit when he walked inside he headed down into the basement, the HQ of all this little tricks. He slid out a box from one of the many shelves filled with nick knacks filing through them. What should he try this time? Fake Spiders? No, that was too old, everyone expected those, how about zombie clowns? No, it wasn't halloween either. "Maybe I should try this one..." I murmured pulling out a box and heading upstairs.


    "Which trick this time?" My mother called out as I headed into the kitchen. I swung open the fridge pulling out a jar, "A Classic my good mother" I mused pouring a little bit of the content's of the jar onto a plate while setting up the rest of my little joke.
    "Want me to go get them?" I hear her call out,
    "Sure!"

  • megan walked inside setting the plate down on the counter. Grabbing her bag and a sleeping bag she walked upstairs to what was soon to be her new room. She laid out the sleeping bad, and set out the contents of her backpack. No wifi until tomorrow... great. She pulled out some DVD's, and popped one in the computer player laying back.

  • Once I was finished the little treat I pulled out a paper plate and I wrote something under neath on the bottom setting the treats on the plate and running outside with the plate.

  • I silently walk through the grass to Megan's house setting the plate I had prepared then. It was a classic joke I normally play on people. It was actually two loafs of bread shaped exactly like Kidneys. The outside crust brownish with Slightly melted red butter to act like oozing blood. The note written on the bottom of the plate. Not like many check, but I still wrote it. I pressed the doorbell and ran off back towards my house swinging around the side to the back.

  • Megan groaned, standing up she walked downstairs. She opened the door "hello?" She said. When she realized no one was there she started to close the door, but then saw the plate. She bent down, and looked at it her face scrunching for a minute before having an annoyed look on her face. She picked up the plate, and began walking back over to the kids house next to her, when a note fell of the bottom. She picked it up to read it.

  • Don't Worry! They aren't real you know. Just bread!
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    I sat out in the backyard biting into one of the kidney shaped buns quietly. My eyes closed realizing that school would be starting again in a couple days, great. Grade eleven was the best... Not.

  • She walked over into the backyard shoving the plate in his lap "nice try... My dad's a surgeon I'm pretty sure we can tell the difference between real organs and fake organs..." She snapped turning I walk away.

  • " Feisty one hey?" I asked myself setting the plate aside with a little tsk. I rolled off the chair I was in standing up. Blinking my storm grey eyes I examined the girl before me slightly, not to be creepy and all but she was sorta cute. Wait what? I shook thoughts out mentally and physically and I headed up towards the back door of my house quietly.