➳ Cɪɴᴅᴇʀᴇʟʟᴀ, Wʜᴏ? | PAFP | Bᴏʏ ᴏʀ Gɪʀʟ Nᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ | Aᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ

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A dream is a wish your heart makes

when you're fast asleep. In

dreams you will lose your heartaches.

Whatever you wish for, you keep.

Have faith in your dreams, and someday,

your rainbow will come smiling through.

No matter how your heart is grieving,

if you keep on believing,

the dream that you wish will come true.

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Plot:

Muse A is a senior in high school, ready to get out of the suffocating city of Castlebrook, Georgia.

They've lived here all their life, but since their mother and father were killed in a freak accident when Muse A was young,

it just hasn't felt like home. Suddenly people are looking at you differently... if they're looking at you at all. To make it all worse,

Muse A's home life sucks too. Their adoptive mother, who happens to be Muse A's mother's sister

is a world class witch and is willing to stop at nothing to get her own

children ahead in life. Knowing that Muse A has potential to break away from this place and leave it forever, the adoptive mother

does everything in her power to make their life a living hell.

Muse B, on the other hand, has everything they want. They're talented, attractive, popular, and perfect. Life's great! Or at least that's how it looks.

The two constantly meet around school, though they never have conversations lasting more than a few minutes

because of some interruptions. They really start getting to know each other and even share a few moments here and there when Muse A starts working for

Muse B's family, cleaning their house and taking care of the property.

Eventually the annual Halloween Howler Dance rolls around and Muse B is planning to attend with one of Muse A's siblings.

With everyone in costumes, Muse A thinks that this is finally their chance to get closer to Muse B.

This, of course, proves more difficult with Muse A's family in the picture, but could the two ultimately defy all odds?

Worlds collide and lives change forever. Sound familiar? Cause it's a tale as old as time.

Characters:

Rules:

➳ Be active (at least one post a day)

➳ If something's going on and you're going to be inactive, let me know

➳ Be mature (don't break site rules, but this is a romantic thread)

➳ You get to choose if you want to write a girl or a guy

➳ Use good grammar and spelling

➳ Be advanced (2+ good paragraphs with 4+ good sentences each.)

➳ Post a picture, age, and short description of your character as your sign up (look at my characters for example)

➳ Don't track and never respond

➳ I would prefer to play the male role, but I can work with either, so it's up to you : )

➳ You can powerplay (if I don't want what you write to happen, I'll write around it)

➳ Be creative

➳ If you have any questions/comments/suggestions, just ask me

➳ Have fun

Awesome! Any questions before we start?

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Great! I'll start!

Disclaimer: All of my posts will NOT be this long ^_^

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Jonas loved mornings. Looking down at the camera in his hands, he smiled to himself. The property he lived on with his cousins and his aunt was huge and there was a lake in the woods that was perfect for taking pictures of the sunrise. No one else in his house got up before the sun was in the sky, making this the perfect time for the young man to get some time alone. Mornings like these proved to be the best medicine for a kid like Jonas. Without this little escape, he wasn’t sure how he would make it through the day.

Somewhere in the distance, a bell echoed across the property. Aunt Hodge was awake and it was time for Jonas to get to work. Turning away from the lake to walk back towards the house, the young man froze in his tracks as a huge stag raised its head in curiosity. The animals here had gotten over being afraid of him, so as he raised his camera to snap a few pictures, the deer made no attempt to flee. In fact, it even looked like it might’ve been posing for him. He could have stayed out there forever, in the company of the animals and nature, but when he heard the distant ringing of the bell again, he knew he had to go. Saying a quiet thank you to the buck, he carefully skirted around the creature, sure to give it a wide berth, before taking off towards the house.

By the time he reached the house again, Jonas was a bit winded. He stopped at the small shed-like house that had been erected in the yard for him to live in. Aunt Hodge hated spending money on him, but this had been a mutually beneficial arrangement that kept Jonas out of the house when he was unwanted. Grabbing his backpack and doing a quick once-over of his appearance, he shrugged. The mornings had been colder lately, with the promise of warming up only slightly by the end of the day. For his outing, Jonas had dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a plain, dark grey sweater over a white t-shirt. It wasn’t fancy, but it would have to do.

The bell rang one last time before the young man burst into the kitchen, looking winded and a bit unkempt. Immediately the old woman holding the bell frowned at him, her nose wrinkling up with judgement. “Where have you been? I’ve been ringing that bell for almost fifteen minutes.” Jonas wanted to make a comment about how he wasn’t a trained dog or a servant, but in a way, that was all he was to these people. Instead, he sat his stuff down by the door and ran a hand through his wild brown hair. “Sorry, I was getting ready. I came as fast as I could.”

She simply scowled as she put the bell down on the window sill and turned away from him. “Clearly you did not come ‘as fast as you could,’ but no matter. Go wake up your brothers and tell them it’s time to go. You will be driving them to school and home today.” The hag spoke with such conviction as if this simple truth had already been decided. Jonas bit his tongue to keep from saying something to get himself in trouble, before spitting out a simple, “yes, ma’am,” and turning to head upstairs. An hour and a couple bruises later and the three boys were piling into Jonas’s jeep. The vehicle was old and a bit ratty, but it was one of the few things left to him by his father, so he couldn’t complain.

Jonas rode in silence while Rodney and James argued about something or discussed who they were planning on taking to the dance in a month. Jonas had never understood the obsession with attention those two had, but he knew better than to draw attention to himself by opening his mouth. Instead, he just rolled his eyes and sped up, hoping to get to school faster. When they finally got there, the other two wasted no time getting out. James turned to face Jonas and pointed a finger at him. “Be ready to go at 4 o’clock, okay? No later than that.” Jonas raised his hand and waved that he’d heard James, driving towards the parking lot without a word. Pulling his jeep in next to a fancy looking smaller car, he sighed and took a moment to clear his head before getting out and collecting his stuff. This was going to be a long day.

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Just so you know, I'm definitely in the dead of dead week rn and next week is finals, so if I'm a little inactive, that's why ^_^ I swear I'll be more active soon, but for now I'm dying just a little bit ^_^_^

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Jonas closed the passenger side door of the jeep and was heading around the front to the sidewalk when he heard a heavy sigh from somewhere nearby. Curiously, he looked around before noticing a blonde head bobbing on the other side of the small car he'd pulled in next to. Taking a couple steps closer, he realized she had dropped some stuff and was struggling to collect herself again. He knew better, at this point, than to step out of place and try to talk to people who were way above him on the social ladder, but she obviously needed help. With a quick glance around, Jonas shouldered his bag and spoke up. "Need a hand?" he asked casually.

Most people around school were pretty anxious around Jonas. He wasn't a big kid and he didn't look like he could do much damage, but James and Rodney had done their part to spread all kinds of nasty rumors that high schoolers couldn't seem to get enough of. Honestly, Jonas had stopped caring around Sophomore year, but between the tattoos and whatever lies his brothers had been telling about him, not many people would even come near him.

After getting out of the jeep, Jonas had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. It was still a little cool out, but the air felt nice and the contrast between his sweater and the cool fall air was perfect. On top of that, he had a chance to show off his ink and that was always nice, especially since it drove James crazy. Gotta appreciate the simple things in life, y'know?

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Also, sorry this is kind of a crappy post - my brain is a little fried and I'm exhausted as all heck. I promise these will get better as well ^_^

Jonas made sure his backpack was secure before crouching down to help her collect the fallen posters. He decided against saying anything else as he went, not wanting to give any of the popular kids any more satisfaction and fuel to spread lies about him. As he reached for one of the posters that had rolled particularly far under her vehicle, he noticed her gaze lingering on the small tattoo near his wrist. She didn't comment on the dark scar that stretched over the back of his hand, but he knew if she'd been looking at the little camera, she couldn't have missed it. Grabbing the poster and pulling it out, he looked at the camera on his wrist and smiled a little. "Thanks. So do I."

As they walked towards the entrance to the school, he ignored the freaked out looks her friends gave him. He was used to looks like that. One of the girls came closer tentatively, afraid he was going to lash out at her like a predator. As she took the posters out of his hands, she was trying everything in her power not to touch him and Jonas would've been lying if he said he wasn't tempted to flinch and brush his arm against hers, just to freak her out. Refraining, he allowed the girl to take the posters and scramble away from him touch-free.

"Good luck on whatever this is," Jonas said with a chill wave before heading up the stairs, past the group of highschoolers that separated for him. He disappeared down the hall before anyone could stop him. For his own reasons, Jonas pulled his sleeves back down as he moved towards his locker. Some of the teachers didn't love his ink either and he wasn't really in the mood to listen to other people's opinions of his life today. Arriving at his locker, he began preparing for his first class.

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Promise I'll respond to this tomorrow! It's 4 am or I'd do it now!

Also, should (hopefully) be more active now that I'm out of school!

Hope all is well!

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Okay, so here's what I was thinking ^_^ How about Jonas and Isabelle get paired up for a team project. Since they can't go to Jonas's place, they go to her's and while they're there, her mom or dad says something about needing a new landscaper or something and Jonas can volunteer and that's how he ends up working for her family?

Also, I was thinking about having James ask her to the Halloween Howler Dance and maybe the two of them can date for a short bit of time? This would create some drama that could prove fun ^_^

Also, congratulations on being done with school!

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Jonas stood at his locker, collecting the things he would need for his next few classes. He couldn't wait to get to his photography class later and develop the pictures he'd taken over the last couple days. While the world had definitely turned digital, Jonas had been left with his father's old antique. He, of course, didn't mind this in the slightest, because it gave him the chance to learn how to develop his own film in the dark room at the school. His brothers had spread rumors that he actually liked to play with himself while he was alone in their, but Jonas didn't care what they said. He enjoyed the quiet time that he got to spend with just himself and his photos. In a way, it helped him feel closer to his father.

Collecting the last of his books, Jonas stepped back and closed his locker, releasing a bit of a sigh that had built up in his chest. "Just a few more months," he said quietly to himself as a group of guys passed behind him, laughing and loudly catcalling him. He saw Rodney in the middle of them and knew that whatever they were laughing at was probably prompted by his jerk of an adoptive brother. Closing his eyes, he shook his head and turned to head down the hallway the opposite direction. Down the hall, he saw her again, walking and greeting people cheerily. She was too far away to see him, but he recognized her immediately.

Isabelle Riley. The girl who did everything. Rumor had it she had joined as many clubs as she could and she was rising in the ranks of as many of them as she could. She was well known around the school for her beauty as well as her family's wealth. Personally, Jonas had never cared much for either, but it was a bit amusing that everyone in the school seemed to be so smitten with her. Shrugging, he turned and ran directly into James. Before Jonas had time to jerk away, the older boy shoved him right into the arms of one of the other football players. Jonas struggled a bit, but the boy casually led him away so no one would see them. When they were around the corner, out of sight, Jonas ripped his arm out of the bigger guy's grip and turned on his brother.

"What the heck, James?" Jonas demanded before his brother took a threatening step forward. Jonas held his ground, staring into the eyes of the slightly shorter boy. "Were you enjoying the show back there?" James commented, crossing his arms over his chest. Jonas shrugged and rolled his eyes. "What's it to you?" Without warning, James shoved him again, knocking him against the wall. "Stay away from her, you prick. You don't even stand a chance with her, so just back off." With one more aggressive shove, James turned and headed off down the hall, calling out a friendly greeting to Isabelle before offering to help put up posters. Jonas simply flipped him the bird to his back as he walked away. "Yeah, and to you and yours as well." Rolling his eyes, he shook himself off and headed off towards his class, not giving Isabelle Riley another thought.

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Awesome ^_^ Drama is so much fun :)

Also, sorry this is such a long post

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James grinned at Isabelle with an innocent and friendly look on his face as he helped her with as many of his posters as he could before heading to class. He pretended he didn't know they had first period together and went on ahead so he wouldn't be late. Not that it mattered of course. All the teachers at Castlebrook High liked James and excused him from trouble a lot of the time because he was the best quarterback they'd had in years. He didn't act out much, but if he was late or wasn't on time turning in an assignment, teachers were usually ready to turn a blind eye.

Jonas made sure to hang back away from everyone for a while before heading to his first class. Unfortunately, James was in his first class, as was Isabelle and a few of her followers. Personally, Jonas would have rather swallowed razor blades than spent a class period with either of his brothers, but James was the worst. Unfortunately, skipping wasn't an option. Fortunately, it was just an hour and he'd be off to his photography class. He'd have to try not to count down the minutes, slowing time to an excruciating pace.

The bell rang as Jonas was crossing the threshold of the room. At the front of the room, the professor gave him the stink eye, but the young man simply ignored it and made his way to his seat in the back of the room. Tossing his backpack up against the wall, he sat himself down, blowing a strand of his messy hair out of his face and looking up towards the board. He rolled up the sleeves of his sweater to about his elbows, flashing his ink without even thinking about it. Noticing a few people staring at him, he popped an eyebrow up in curiosity. Without any words or any interaction at all, they turned around. With a shrug, Jonas simply pulled out his notebook and began prepping for class to start.

When he next looked up, Jonas realized that his brother was sitting in the desk next to Isaelle. She must have come in late as usual, though he hadn't seen her. He didn't miss the way James kept casting her these weird, side glances and from Jonas's perspective, it actually looked kind of creepy. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the quarterback's threat against Jonas earlier had been a method of marking his territory. James didn't want Jonas anywhere near Isabelle because he was planning on making a move. As that thought occurred to him, Jonas was almost inclined to laugh out loud. As if Isabelle Riley, the crown jewels of Castlebrook High School, would even waste a few words on someone like Jonas. What was James even worried about?

The class dragged on for an hour with many of the students quietly talking amongst themselves and passing notes like elementary school kids. About ten minutes before the bell rang, the teacher turned back towards the class. "Okay, that will be it for today. Before you go on your merry ways, I'm going to need you to all to take a good long look at the list posted by the door. There you will find your partner's for Friday's team project. Teammates are non-negotiable, so don't come crying to me if you can't get along." He finished speaking a moment before the bell rang, staring out at the class over his thick round glasses. When no one moved, he brushed his hands through the air. "Shoo! Off to your next classes!" And so they were dismissed.

Jonas sort of jolted out of his daydreaming in the back of the classroom as people started getting up and moving around. He picked up his bag and headed towards the door. There was a heavy traffic jam as students tried to check who their partners would be. It looked like Jonas was going to be late for his next class as well. Meanwhile, James had hung back and was trying to sweet-talk Isabelle. Jonas casually eavesdropped as the big scary football star spoke so sweetly to the girl. He almost felt inclined to warn her of what kind of person James actually was, but with James right there, now probably wasn't the best time. Rolling his eyes as he heard mention of the Halloween Howler, he decided to stop listening. It was almost his turn at the partners list anyways. Please don't be James... Please don't be James... He read the name that sat next to his on the list and frowned. "Oh, great."

Jonas's head was swimming as he weaved through the crowded hallway towards the art department. He couldn't wait to get into the Black Room and just get away from everyone for a while. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Of all people to get paired with... He shook his head, thinking to himself as he tried to stay under the radar of any of James's friends who might be on the look out for him. James had already told him to stay away from Isabelle and he'd made it pretty clear what would happen if he didn't. Now Jonas would be working with Isabelle on this stupid project and James would lose his ever-loving mind. Cursing under his breath, Jonas gave one more quick look around the hallway before slipping into his favorite room in the building.

As soon as he'd crossed the threshold into the Black Room, Jonas felt the weight of the world lift off his shoulder. The room was cool and comfortable and most importantly, James and Rodney never came in here. The art department was one small section of the school that had been sectioned off specifically for the purpose of everything being together. There was a small classroom dedicated for drawing, painting, and some beginner's sculpting, and another room that had kilns and potter's wheels for students to practice their pottery. The Black Room was on the opposite wall from these three rooms, right next to the office of the art department's supervisor, Tatiana Lang.

Ms. Lang was the best teacher and many years before Jonas got there, she had convinced the principals to let her make her office right next to the Black Room with big windows instead of walls so she could see students passing by in the hallway. She was a pretty, tall and thin woman with unruly black curls that danced around her face gracefully. Her mother had been African while her father had been an islander from the South Pacific and Ms. Lang had always been proud of her heritage. Part of the reason Jonas had been so drawn to her was her free spirit. He had admired the tattoos she had marking up and down her arms as a symbol of tradition and respect for her home and in many ways she had inspired him to pursue his own desire to ink up. There was also, not another person in the world who supported him in his photography as much as Ms. Lang.

Normally, Jonas stopped and spoke to her a bit on his way to class, but today he'd been trying to keep a low profile. He'd caught a glance in her office as he rushed by though and noticed that it had probably worked out in his favor anyway, as she seemed pretty caught up in a heated phone conversation. Now, he just had to distract himself for the hour before he would be forced to enter the real world again.

By the time the bell rang, Jonas had prepped a few of the pictures he'd taken that morning and was hanging them up to dry. His next class was pretty close and unfortunately, he shared it with Isabelle. He would have to talk to her sooner or later, figure out what they were going to do about this project and all that. Usually, Jonas got stuck with all the work while his partner sauntered off to flirt with his brothers or ditched him to play games or sports. Jonas was smart, so people had learned to take advantage of that as well. He didn't see why Isabelle would be any different. She was pretty, popular, and smart, herself, but she was stretched thin with all the different organizations she was involved in. She probably wouldn't even have time to get together and work on the stupid project and Jonas would have to figure out how to make it look like they'd both slaved over it for hours.

On his way out, he waved at Ms. Lang who gave him a distracted wave back as she spoke on her phone yet again. She looked troubled, but there wasn't time to stop and talk. Slipping through the throngs of people in the halls, Jonas finally made his way to his next class in the nick of time before sliding into his usual seat in the back. As usual, there was an open seat next to him and no one made any move to take it. Glancing down at his arms again, as he had rolled his sleeves up again last period, he thought in silence, waiting for class to start.

Jonas gave a small smile back to Isabelle as she sat next to him, though he couldn't help but be a little suspicious. What was Miss Perfect doing sitting back here? She loved the front of the room. He did a quick glance around the room to see if Rodney, James or any of their buddies were watching or recording, bracing himself for some sort of practical joke. There were a few people giving him weird looks, but nothing looked sinister... If nothing else, that made him even more uncomfortable.

Deciding to ignore it, Jonas focused his attention on the blank sheet of paper on the desk in front of him. He didn't care much for this english class as the teacher was a total push over and since he was little, he'd gotten pretty pro at BSing essays. He'd refined the skill nicely in time for James and Rodney to start forcing him to do their homework for them and since the teacher never actually cared enough to check it out, they got away with it. Shocker. So, instead of paying attention in this class, Jonas decided to doodle instead.

Before long, he'd begun sketching on of his favorite things to draw. A dying rose that was still strikingly beautiful, despite its imperfections. On some of the petals, he drew little patterns that looked like tattoo markings, hiding these within the image with masterful skills. He put all his focus into this task as the teacher droned on about something boring at the front of the room. The older man ignored Jonas as most of the teachers did, so Jonas was left to his own thoughts as he got lost in his art.