Posts by TalentedSkittles

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  • Baby, You Light up my World Like Nobody Else [rpers needed]

    ^^



    [font=times new roman][color=black]And they, say,
    she's in the class A team,
    stuck in her daydream,
    been this way, since eighteen, but lately,
    her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting,
    crumbling like pastries, and they scream
    the worst things in life come free to us


    [size=8][font=times new roman][color=black]He yanked one earbud out of his ear gently, large, innocent brown eyes wide. He nudged the young man beside him with a pointed elbow, a mirror image besides the marks all over his face. The other was dressed in all black as if it were going out of style, and scars, both deep and shallow, covered much of his exposed skin. One arm was over Oliver's shoulders, his left, while his right hand rested against part of his headphones. He was tapping a foot to the rhythm of the music he was listening to, and his head was nodding back and forth. His brother's eyes snapped open, and he paused the music, shoving his headphones to his neck. "You alright, Oli?" He asked quickly, his voice not even hiding the concern.
    Oliver nodded, smiling. He pushed Jesse's iPod into Layton's hands. "I just wanted to know what this song was about," he replied in his soft voice. "It's so pretty."
    His brother held the mp3 player in his hands and glanced at the screen. "Oh," he said, biting his lip. "I think it's about heaven."
    At that moment, Tristen and Jesse, who were both chatting with a boy from school, began cracking up. Oli observed Layton glare at them, and then the two fell silent. Layton handed back the iPod, scowling for no apparent reason, and began to listen to his own music again. Oliver decided to do the same. Tears stung his eyes at the part he hated.


    [color=black][font=times new roman][size=8]An angel will die,
    covered in white, closed eyes,
    and hoping for a better life
    This time, we'll fade out tonight, straight down the line

  • Stalkers~PAFP~


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    [size=28pt]Jesse Daniel Stephen Matthews♦[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 200px; overflow:Auto; font-family: times new roman; color:white]sorry for the anime pic ^^"
    what does she look like?



    Hey, pretty girl. He and his second in command, Thunder, were leaned up against the side of the wall, housing some chips. Eagle Eye, more commonly known around the gang as Fire Hazard, crunched on the snack, while Thunder held the bag. The boy beside his was a sixteen-year-old with spiked ebony hair and dark brown eyes, called Thunder for his surprisingly deep voice. Eagle Eye Matthews had tried to fit the name for himself, since he could spot a rival gang member in their territory first nearly every time, but his flaming ginger hair, witty comebacks, fiery personality and ferocious temper earned him Fire Hazard all over. He may as well forget about the other name he'd had in mind. He'd spotted the girl in the jacket and high heels easily, the click of her shoes helping to pinpoint. And damn, she was hot. He had no clue how old she was, but he honestly didn't care. He was twenty-four, but he would've gotten with her if she gave him the chance even if she was thirteen or fourteen. He felt his pocket to make sure he had his dagger on him, then nudged Thunder with his shoulder. "I'll be back later, get back to the Den." The Den was an abandoned alley with a few deserted buildings. He and his gang practically lived there. Thunder nodded without question, and took off after dumping the crumbs of the chips into his mouth. Jesse blinked his brown irises, then strolled after the girl, pulling on his most flirtatious look.[/fancypost]
    [align=center][sup]vinny.
    image credited to /differentplaneofreality on WHI.

  • Stalkers~PAFP~


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    [size=28pt]Jesse Daniel Stephen Matthews♦[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 200px; overflow:Auto; font-family: times new roman; color:white]hm.... your name seems familiar, as well :L



    The man caught up with her quickly, and put a hand against her waist. "Hey, you're kinda cute. Wanna hang out?" Before he got to the question, he leaned forward, so the question was whispered into her ear.[/fancypost]
    [align=center][sup]vinny.
    image credited to /differentplaneofreality on WHI.

  • the heart of life is good [ private! ]

    The small newborn suckled gently, her tiny paws kneading the warm belly of her mother. She was blind and deaf to the world, knowing nothing but the curve of her birther's body. In this moment of time, she was not mom, or mother, or even an object of love. To the minute's-old, she was nothing but a source of warmth and the much needed food to survive. She'd be a mother soon, but right now, she was nothing but a resource.
    Everything about the small girl was feminine. Even now, as a small puffball of fur and skin, she had skinny legs and a small, dainty nose. Her pelt was striped gently, with diluted colors, and she pushed against her siblings to keep firm hold onto Kokoro.

  • Stalkers~PAFP~

    Hmmm
    you may have known this character from Portal
    I had him first but she's my friend irl so I left her borrow him x3
    pic isn't working


    He smiled gently. "I'm sorry, babe, didn't mean to freak you out." He noticed as she tugged the jacket tighter around her body. He kept a firm grip on her waist, eyeing her body as he pulled her backwards, closer to him.

  • Stalkers~PAFP~

    It is now, it wasn't earlier.


    "Aww, where ya' goin' so fast? Don't you want to hang out with me and my friends?" He slid his other hand up and brushed his fingers gently against her cheek, warm breath in her ear. His grip tightened even more. No way in Hell I'm letting you go, girl.

  • Kiss Me Like You Wanna be Loved [bxb, pafp., semi adv.]

    [align=center][font=Georgia][color=black]Yup, boyxboy. If I had the choice, I'd ask for a younger teacher, but it's your character, so it's your choice. x3


    The Freshman, a bubbly redhead called Jesse, leaned into starter position, stretching his hamstring muscles. The fact that it was halfway through the year and the Track team was till giving him a chance to join pleased him to no end. It isn't easy, though, being the new kid. Especially when you come as a hockey player from Minnesota to Texas. It was hot as Hell, but he said nothing, just brushed his wrist against his forehead to wipe away the beading sweat. He was going to go up against one of the team members, and was nervous, but he wasn't going to let it show. He stuck his earbuds in and pressed play, the first song to start being We Will Rock You by Queen. It made him smile; they always played this at least once at the hockey games back in Minnesota, and he wondered if they did it here. He wondered if they even had a hockey team here. He heard the whistle blow from the coach, telling him to run. And run he did.

  • Stalkers~PAFP~

    He scowled, an angry look on his face. This time, he wasn't gentle. He yanked her back against him, wrapping his arm around her and digging in his pocket for his dagger. "I didn't want to have to use this," he said softly, "but I will if I have to." He brushed the tip up against her cheek. "It would be such a shame to harm such a pretty face."