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  • dot your "i"s [private] cross your "t"s

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    Maxcine Shay Green was poor. Yes, poor. Not that she had ever really minded it. Regardless, itt always seemed like there was someone who was less off than you were. This was all she knew in life; just how to squeak by and keep pushing forward. She didn't have much, but Max was certainly greatful for what she did have. One could always wish for better things, but why bother when it's merely that? Wishful thinking.


    The auburn haired girl stared at herself in the cracked mirror of her run down town home. It was stocked with the bare minimum, and frankly, it was all that Maxine could afford. For her section of town, it wasn't half bad. Maxcine slipped into her favorite skirt, the color, once black, now nothing but a faded gray. She topped off her outfit with a simple black tee shirt, given to her by an old friend. It was nothing fancy, but certainly among the best she had. Today was going to be different. She was interviewing for a new job, one that paid about seventy-five cents more.


    Beggers cannot be choosers.


    Maxcine quickly threw her hair up in a messing bun, giving her reflection a last glance before heading out of the door. The problem was simple though; She had never ventured into this part of town. Ever. All that she had was an address and a high hope that things would work out. Max didn't know where she was going. She stopped to ask a bystander, but was swiftly brushed aside and left speechlessly staring after the middle aged man.


    Footsteps echoing on the old paved road, Max had never felt more alone. She had wondered into the most unfamiliar part of the place. Spotting a worn down wooden bench, the young woman took a seat and sighed in exhaustion. There goes that job. She would never make it there now, so why even bother? Maxine's soft emerald gaze stared blankly down the vacant street. How on earth was she going to get home now?


    {No worries. I as well am so sorry. My post is terrible! I'm on my phone at the moment.}


  • weαr тнeѕe ѕcαrѕ αѕ yoυr вαdɢe oғ нoɴor {prιvαтe}

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    [font=georgia]Julian || Thomas || Nightwell


    The Mortal War. It was hanging over the balance, threatening to spill over at the smallest bump. The Nephilim put on a brave face, but underneath it all, Julian had believed that they were nervous about the whole war idea. It seemed as though it was just hit after another anymore. And this, in a nutshell, is the reason that he was shipped all the way out here to take refuge at the institute. The Council had wanted an even spread of Shadowhunters for precautionary reasons. Regardless, Julian was satisfied with where he was. Why was it that he always got the short end of the stick? Now he stood before the Institute, nothing else in this unfamiliar land of any comfort to him.


    The Shadowhunter caught a glimpse of his reflection gazing back at him through the darkened window. Julian Nightwell was dressed in standard Shunterhunter's gear, his weapons belt fully equiped with the most top notch weaponry. His wavy dirty blonde hair partially covered the left side of his face, though the deep gray of his eyes peered out underneath it all. He lowered his gaze for a split second, debating just walking away in that very moment. Nevertheless, shaking away the idea and pushing it towards the back of his mind, Julian sucked in a breath and made his towards the door.


    It wasn't that Julian had no manners, but he highly doubted that he needed to knock. The Institute had been expecting him anyway. With that in mind, he pushed open the massive oak doors, listening to the distinct click as the lock gave away and revealed to him the walls of inside. The blonde boy stepped inside, waiting for the door to shut with a thud behind him. At first glance, he didn't see anyone waiting for him. Not that Julian had been expecting much of a warm welcome.


    In fact, he had quite the reputation among the Nephilim. Julian was what other referred to as the typical "lone-wolf". He had no living relatives that he was aware of, all expect for his father, but the relationship was strained and Julian would much rather avoid the situation all together. This Shadowhunter didn't exactly know how to play well with others either. He instead preferred to do things his way, without all those strings holding him back. Regardless, he was known well for his sarcastic and blunt personality. You could always trust that Julian would tell you exactly what was on his mind.


    The Shadowhunter stood there now, feeling about as vulnerable as new born fawn. His fist clinched at his side, the cold shock of his family ring sending a jolt through his body. Julian hesitated, but forced himself to ascend towards the elevator at the end of the hall.


    What a wonderful time this was going to be.

  • i am bulletproof;; [plot with trekker ?!]

    [align=center][font=georgia] You just made my day xD
    I love them both so much c:


    I've honestly never done a BxB or GxG RP so I feel like I will suck horribly at it. So sorry! I'm willing to try, but I don't wanna be a let down ^^


    The band plot sounds really interesting though. Maybe they could be like rivals or something?

  • i am bulletproof;; [plot with trekker ?!]

    [align=center][font=georgia] Awesome! C:


    Certainly! That sounds fine with me! Did you want this to be BxB or BxG?
    I really do like that idea!


    I feel like maybe the bands should be original. We could probably run with that idea more than having something that is already done, if you know what I mean. Or one of the bands could be real and then have a made-up band maybe be like the opening act? I dunno, I'm fine with either one (: What do you think?

  • i am bulletproof;; [plot with trekker ?!]

    [align=center][font=georgia] Lol, nah! It's not weird, I completely understand c: If you don't mind, I think I'll RP a girl for this one though. I'm curious about GxG and BxB, but I don't wanna be awful at it ^^


    Oh, that's very true! I didn't even think about it that way. Maybe we should do it based on real bands after all. What is your favorite band? As far as other band with a female singer, Halestorm is the only one that I'm familiar with.

  • i am bulletproof;; [plot with trekker ?!]

    Thanks so much <3
    Did you have a plot in mind for a BxB or GxG RP, because I'd be more than happy to give it a try (:


    YES. Black Veil Brides. Andy <3 andoudflkejlkaa
    Oh, how dare I forget about Evanescence. Now I'm torn between the two! I know Halestorm a little bit better though, so I think I'm gonna have to go with them. c;
    Thanks a bunches!
    Would you like create the thread or should I?


    I'm super excited for this one ^^

  • i am bulletproof;; [plot with trekker ?!]

    Hmm.. so many tough questions x3
    Maybe either fantasy or high school? And how does BxB sound? I've actually been playing the girl characters alot lately and think it's time for a change up!


    Yay <3
    Sure, no problem! I'll get working on that right now.
    Like right this second, right now c;
    I hope you feel better!
    I'll post the link on here when I'm finished.


    @ ☁--тιмe ιѕ υѕeleѕѕ--☁
    Squee! High fives for awesome fangirling ^^

  • ѕтorмιɴɢ тнroυɢн deѕpιтe wнαт'ѕ rιɢнт {prιvαтe}


    Elizabeth || "Lzzy" || Hale


    Touring with Black Veil Brides. One of the most popular bands by far. Shouldn't this be every musician's dream? No, not for Lzzy. The competition between the bands ruffled her feathers in ways that she couldn't even wrap her head around. If she was telling the truth, Andy and his band were absolutely phenomenal and deserved to be where they stood now. The problem was, her manager had signed a tour agreement, binding Halestorm and Black Veil Brides together as a group act for several long months. What fun.


    The brunette stood now on stage, gazing out into the empty lot that would be crowded by thousands of screaming fans in a matter of a few small hours. She closed her eyes momentarly before picking up the guitar case nested at her feet. The outside was graffitied in other band stickers, the black leather beaten up due it's constant use. Turning on her heels, she made a beeline for backstage trying to wash the annoyance from her face.


    Sure, she liked to arrive to these things early. The last thing they needed was to be rushed out on stage without any preparation what so ever. Not to mention, Black Veil Brides were pushing time as it was. Lzzy feared that they would be late, glancing up sheepishly at the clock in the deserted hallway. She continued on, stopping at the adjoining room that both bands would share this evening. Pushing the door open, the sound of a familiar guitar strum filled her senses. She paid a nod of acknowledgement towards her fellow band members before plopping down on the sofa at the far end of the room.


    As the singer bent down to unlock her guitar case, she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a darkened window. Her black skinny jeans had that 'worn' look, rips and frays lining up from her knee to upper thigh. Her white tee shirt was partially hidden, covered by her favorite leather jacket. It was her standard concert attire, nothing fancy, but for some reason she felt as though it was unworthy. She shook her head, forcing the thought to the very back of her mind.


    Where hell are they? Lzzy mused, though she hadn't realized that she actually spoken aloud in her frustration. Clearing her throat, she pulled her guitar up onto her lap and pretended to be completely fascinated by tuning the instrument. "Sorry," She muttered, her gaze ghosting past familiar faces. "I'm just ready to get up there on stage." Though the words fell from her lips casually, she was desperately hoping that it masked the nervousness rolling through her gut in waves.


    [i]"The sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poision." - Halestorm

  • ♛ {The Wolves of War} ♛ Advanced ♛ Signup Thread ♛

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    [font=georgia]Name: Raiden {Meaning ..: Warmth, Comfort}


    Gender: Brute


    Age: Young Adult


    Rank: Healer


    Pack: Pale Dawn


    Described Appearance: This brute's coat is mainly a dark brown, flecked with various colors ranging from tan and off-white all the way to black. He has deep, but somehow still soft and comforting brown eyes. He is average size, though his unusally thick and bushy fur gives him the appearance of a some what larger canine. He never wears armor for the simple fact that he hardly sees action in war aside from the aftermath.


    Backstory: As a pup, Raiden desired becoming a Soilder like the great wolves of the past. Throughout his training, nonetheless, he descovered that the concept of killing and fighting was simply not for him. Regardless, he isn't to be underestimated, for Raiden knows how to defend himself quite well. Healing came rather effortlessly and naturally to this wolf, and he decided against the life of a Soilder in the end to keep his pack strong and on their paws.


    Username: вlαcĸlιѕт


    Nickname: Blacky


    Activity: 8/10 High


    Role Play Sample: See Akari's Profile


    Other: I will obey pack law.
    Thanks again c:

  • ѕтorмιɴɢ тнroυɢн deѕpιтe wнαт'ѕ rιɢнт {prιvαтe}

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    Lzzy flashed the slightest smile in return after Ashley, she could at least pretend to be understanding. There was no reason to not to be civil. She had heard the various rumors of all colors about the band, but at least one proved true. What a womanizer that Mr. Purdy was. She stifled a quiet chuckled, returning a dip of her head in acknowledgement towards the bassist.


    The brown eyed girl watched as Andy closed the distance between them and extended his hand in greeting. Resting her guitar against the plush arm of the couch, she rose to her feet before him, though was still shorter than the man by several inches. She raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow nonchalantly at the gesture, before taking his hand in a firm but still gentle handshake. "Elizabeth Hale; you may call me Lzzy."


    Brushing invisible debris from her jeans, she casted a glance over at Josh and Joe who conversing while motioning to bass and guitar set upon their laps. "A good show indeed. Break a leg out there, boys." Something flickered briefly in the depths of her eyes as she watched him descend. Lzzy turned sharply, the heels of her boots clicking softly against the dull gray tiled floor. She grabbed her own instrument and headed towards the half circle that her band created at the other end of the room.


    Time seemed to slip through her fingers as they warmed up for the evening. Before she had even realized it, show time was in fifteen minutes and counting. The sounds of impatient fans carried through the hallway, echoing off the sterile white walls of backstage. It got her blood pumping. She was never nervous about preforming, but something about getting there up on stage and delievering a duet with Andy made her edgy. Her chocolate brown gaze wondered towards where Black Veil Brides was settled, watching in wonder and awe at there tactics. Unable to remain seated any longer, Lzzy paced towards the doorway and waited.


  • ѕтorмιɴɢ тнroυɢн deѕpιтe wнαт'ѕ rιɢнт {prιvαтe}

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    Surprise. That's what she had felt in that instant. Lzzy had never expected to be comforted by her own band, let alone Andy. She had lost herself listening to his voice, and the very talented supporting melody provided by the rest of the group. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. "I've never done something like this before." The front-woman admitted, almost sheepishly. She gazed down at him through thick black eyeslashes, watching with amusement as he maneuvered the chair.


    Lzzy laughed, allowing a genuine smile to etch its way across her face. It wordlessly declared her appreciation. "Thanks, you'll have to teach me that dance sometime. Maybe that's my problem." She joked, her tone laced with humor. Her eyes met his unwavering, before she turned her attention to the manager. She nodded every now and again, just to ensure him that she had been listening. They exchanged a few brief words and that was there was to it. The band headed out, and made their way to center stage.


    As soon as she up there, everything changed. The crowd was unbelieve, singing every word, even chanting out their name. She become more at ease, and delievered one of the best concerts in her career. The final words of I Miss the Misery rang out last, the chords seemingly vanishing into the atmosphere. She was out of breath, but Lzzy had never felt so alive. She set her guitar down on the stand resting next to her mic stand before throwing the guitar pick into the crowd.


    "We have one last surprise before we go. If Andy would please join me on stage?"She grimaced, her warm gaze falling to side stage. A black curtain hid the members of Black Veil Brides from the audience's sight. The lights on stage seemed to flush Lzzy's complection, bringing a rosey tint to her cheeks. She waited expectantly, her voice nearly drowned out in the roar of the crowd, now chanting Andy's name.


    OOC: OhMyGawd <3 That's awesome

  • open your wings, evil angel;; [p]

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    Max Hoffman was already seated by the time he spotted Sawyer slipping his way into the classroom. He made an audible groan, for that empty seat was beside his own. It wasn't that he disliked Sawyer, but the two were not exactly 'friends', and he had choosen the back in hopes that that very seat would remain empty. Popularity had never been much of a concern to the teen, he had his own small group of friends and that was all he had ever needed. Regardless, Max didn't like to put himself out there either.


    His hazel eyes peered from underneath his bangs, side glancing Sawyer as he took his seat. He flashed a half-assed smile in return to the nod, before leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. The teacher was seated behind his desk, clicking furiously at the window open on the desktop computer. Max rolled his eyes, before catching the words "GROUP PROJECT INFORMATION" scribbled in chicken stratch on the white board. Just great. Group projects were never a group activity, no it had always meant that Max got stuck doing all of the work while his partner enjoyed the benefits.


    Wordlessly, the teacher passed a packet of information back the rows of students. It landed with a thud on Max's desk, sending the papers of his opened notebook fluttering to the floor. He raised an eyebrow in annoyance at the kid, who simply shrugged and returned his attention to the front of the room. Standing up to retrieve them, he tugged his black tee shirt down, covering the studded belt that held up his skinny jeans.


    Dropping the now crumbled sheets of paper into his backpack, Max heaved a sigh and retook his seat. His gaze drifted towards the clock above the door. This was going to be a long class, he could already see that, but this was the home stretch. It was the last period of the day, and Max just couldn't wait to get out of there.


    ooc: No, no! It was really good c:
    I just adore the Breaking Benjamin lyrics as the title!
    Also, sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes. I'm on my tablet at the moment ^^

  • ѕтorмιɴɢ тнroυɢн deѕpιтe wнαт'ѕ rιɢнт {prιvαтe}

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    Lzzy flashed a wicked smile back at Andy, before her gaze fell upon the crowd. The chords split the air first, ringing out loudly thanks the high quality amps that they were hooked up to. The drum beat carried the rhythm, her foot subconsciously beginning to tap to it's beat. Stepping towards the crowd, she reached out brushing her own hand against the out reached hands of the screaming crowd. Every ounce of nervousness had melted away like ice on a warm day.


    "We could just go home right now,
    Or maybe we could stick around for just one more drink, oh yeah
    Get another bottle out, lets shoot the shit
    Sit back down, for just one more drink, oh yeah"


    Lzzy retreated from the crowd, backing up towards Andy until she stood at his side. Belting out the last word of her verse, she aloud her chocolate color eyes to flicker shut as she throw her head back completely lost in the rush of the song. The beat carried on the background, setting up Andy for his own contribution to the song. She nodded in his direction, a soft and encouraging grin replacing her features.


    This was the first time that they've done the duet together, but she knew enough to know that his voice was perfect. It would compliment the song wonderfully and bring it to a whole other level. Lzzy lowered her mic, taking a few steps back to give Andy the complete control over how he delievered his part. She had nothing but faith in him and new that this would truly make a mark on the world.


    ooc: Sorry for the crappy post x3
    I'm switching to my laptop!