Posts by juvenile delinquent

hello!i love how i finally found another person who watches supernatural!i still have to watch all of season eight....jeez...oh well!It's on netflix!
anyway,i'd love to do a destiel au with you!^^

Dallas O. Curtis.

I paced around the motel room,biting my lip.I had one hand in my hair,rubbing my head,and the other stuffed in a pocket of my jeans.I was thinking;thinking of what my next masterpiece would be.I was an artist who sold his pieces of art on the streets.That's how I managed to get into a decent motel."Come on,brain.Work!"I said,shouting the last part as I raised my arms tot he ceiling.Sometimes I didn't like to be alone,yet other times I was thankful for my time alone.

At this moment,I just had to get out of this room.

I let a frustrated sigh escape my lips as I grabbed a backpack-in which had sketchbooks,pencils,erasers,charcoal,and all that good stuff-and walked to the door that lead outside the room.I grabbed my sweater from the coat hanger,quickly slipping it on.I wrapped a scarf around my neck,figuring it would be a little chilly.It was Autumn,and I did live in New York City.I had my eyebrows raised just a bit as I pulled the door open and stepped out.I shut the door behind me and locked it,then turned on my heels and walked to the stairs that would lead me to the first floor.

I would rather walk down the few flights of stairs than ride in an elevator.Also,yes,I already have shoes on,if you were wondering.

I chewed on my lip as I jogged down a flight of stairs after another.It took about five flights for me to get to the bottom floor.Well,technically speaking the second,but...You know what I mean.I sighed once more as I finally got to the bottom,and made my way to the doors that lead outside;outside to the bust streets of NYC.I ran a hand through my hair,smiling over at the man at the desk.He smiled back at me,waving a bit.He was a younger guy;about 20,the way he looks.I'm fucking-pardon my French-24 years old.I feel old,but I'm not,really.

I pushed the doors open,putting a small,faint smile on my face.It probably looked sad,but that's how my smiles worked.I'd smile sadly,faintly,or bright and happily.No fake smiles,and no half smiles.Either small and sad,or big and bright.My eyes were either dull,or true and bright.Nothing in between.Sometimes my face was just blank,and I was a stone wall.That's how I looked when I was drawing or painting or something.

I spotted a Starbucks and immediately walked inside.Coffee made me a bit tired,but oh well.I'm practically addicted to it.I shook my head,trying to clear my head of the thoughts buzzing around,only to be unsuccessful.That guy at the desk,this guy sitting over at a table in the coffee shop,what I should draw.

I just rolled my eyes at myself,walking at a fast pace up to the counter."Vanilla latte,please,"I said with that small,sad smile of mine.The girl just nodded,muttering something under her breath as she went to make it.I patiently waited,but tapped my foot on the tiled floor.People always thought I was nervous or anxious or something.But it was just a habit.Something I couldn't help but do.

I said my thank you to the girl with a nod of my head as she handed me the coffee,saying it was on the house.Probably because I was the only one with manners in this place.I gave her ten bucks anyway,telling her to keep it for herself.She just said thank you with wide eyes and a bright smile,and I shrugged.I had more money than I needed,anyway.Not a lot,but enough to get me food,drinks,and a nice place to sleep.

I made my way over to a table,not meaning to sit at the table closest to that beautiful guy.Hey,no homophobia.I do like guys,but that doesn't mean that I'm all...Okay,never mind.I'm practically your stereotypical homosexual.I'm sensitive,sweet,artistic,imaginative-Need I say more?

ooc;;
There is not really a plot to this.You could be anyone,witht eh exception of a girl.No girlies.>-< Anyway,please post a picture/gif of your guy,his name and age[somewhere],and be advanced;three paragraphs or more.Thank you! (:

Ha ha,I know right?Not many on here...

That's cool!Just one question,though...Where should they be?Like,New York City,California,Miami.Oh,questions,I mean!What should their occupations be?Cafe worker,N.C.I.S agent,cop,artist...Lol,just suggesting things,here! >-<

That's a great idea!
And I don't mind whether I be Dean or Castiel.Who would you rather be? (:

Lol,of course you can!

Dallas O. Curtis.

I paced around the motel room,biting my lip.I had one hand in my hair,rubbing my head,and the other stuffed in a pocket of my jeans.I was thinking;thinking of what my next masterpiece would be.I was an artist who sold his pieces of art on the streets.That's how I managed to get into a decent motel."Come on,brain.Work!"I said,shouting the last part as I raised my arms tot he ceiling.Sometimes I didn't like to be alone,yet other times I was thankful for my time alone.

At this moment,I just had to get out of this room.

I let a frustrated sigh escape my lips as I grabbed a backpack-in which had sketchbooks,pencils,erasers,charcoal,and all that good stuff-and walked to the door that lead outside the room.I grabbed my sweater from the coat hanger,quickly slipping it on.I wrapped a scarf around my neck,figuring it would be a little chilly.It was Autumn,and I did live in New York City.I had my eyebrows raised just a bit as I pulled the door open and stepped out.I shut the door behind me and locked it,then turned on my heels and walked to the stairs that would lead me to the first floor.

I would rather walk down the few flights of stairs than ride in an elevator.Also,yes,I already have shoes on,if you were wondering.

I chewed on my lip as I jogged down a flight of stairs after another.It took about five flights for me to get to the bottom floor.Well,technically speaking the second,but...You know what I mean.I sighed once more as I finally got to the bottom,and made my way to the doors that lead outside;outside to the bust streets of NYC.I ran a hand through my hair,smiling over at the man at the desk.He smiled back at me,waving a bit.He was a younger guy;about 20,the way he looks.I'm fucking-pardon my French-24 years old.I feel old,but I'm not,really.

I pushed the doors open,putting a small,faint smile on my face.It probably looked sad,but that's how my smiles worked.I'd smile sadly,faintly,or bright and happily.No fake smiles,and no half smiles.Either small and sad,or big and bright.My eyes were either dull,or true and bright.Nothing in between.Sometimes my face was just blank,and I was a stone wall.That's how I looked when I was drawing or painting or something.

I spotted a Starbucks and immediately walked inside.Coffee made me a bit tired,but oh well.I'm practically addicted to it.I shook my head,trying to clear my head of the thoughts buzzing around,only to be unsuccessful.That guy at the desk,this guy sitting over at a table in the coffee shop,what I should draw.

I just rolled my eyes at myself,walking at a fast pace up to the counter."Vanilla latte,please,"I said with that small,sad smile of mine.The girl just nodded,muttering something under her breath as she went to make it.I patiently waited,but tapped my foot on the tiled floor.People always thought I was nervous or anxious or something.But it was just a habit.Something I couldn't help but do.

I said my thank you to the girl with a nod of my head as she handed me the coffee,saying it was on the house.Probably because I was the only one with manners in this place.I gave her ten bucks anyway,telling her to keep it for herself.She just said thank you with wide eyes and a bright smile,and I shrugged.I had more money than I needed,anyway.Not a lot,but enough to get me food,drinks,and a nice place to sleep.

I made my way over to a table,not meaning to sit at the table closest to that beautiful guy.Hey,no homophobia.I do like guys,but that doesn't mean that I'm all...Okay,never mind.I'm practically your stereotypical homosexual.I'm sensitive,sweet,artistic,imaginative-Need I say more?

ooc;;
There is not really a plot to this.You could be anyone,witht eh exception of a girl.No girlies.>-< Anyway,please post a picture/gif of your guy,his name and age[somewhere],and be advanced;three paragraphs or more.Thank you! (:

that's totally fine with me! [lol,i was hoping you'd pick cas...secretly...not anymore...gosh,sorry for my rambling.>-<]so,i'm guessing dean will be the bartender?[just wonderin',cause he just seems like the guy who would be a bartender...smart,cocky,cute...CX here i go fanigirling! ^^]

alright!can't wait! CX [lol,finally someone who fangirls over the same things/people as me!!!!!]

Dean Alexander Winchester.

lol,i just guessed,too.plus,alexander just sounds right. CX so who wants to start? (:

{lol,i know right?}

dean was never the guy to show his true emotions.he was never one to flirt when he was little.when he was little,he was that quiet,shy kid.and now look at him.flirting at everyone he saw,working as a bartender and having one-night stands with people he didn't even know.he used to be so shy.he used to be that kid who'd get lost in his own thoughts all of the time,and hardly ever payed attention in school yet still got good grades.but,now,he was a different person.not totally different,though.

his heart was still broken;shattered in millions of tiny pieces.he's waiting ever so impatiently for 'the one.'

now,dean never believed in love at first sight.well,actually,he did one time.he fell in love with this really cute jock in his freshman year at high school.the jock,when he found out,told him that he had always loved him back.and he promised that he'd never leave dean.but as fate would have it,the misunderstood jock was killed by the nasty disease called leukemia.and now,dean's heart is broken.he sure doesn't show the sadness inside,or the demons that are inside of his head.

dean smirked a flirtatious smirk at a girl that he had served already.he winked at her,and just as he was about to say something to her until he heard a voice.he had just started his shift not ten minutes ago,and he'd already have to help some dude who got too drunk.well,that's what he thought,anyway.

the bright-eyed man turned on his heels,getting up from his position on the counter.he moved towards the guy who had spoken,and crossed his arms in front of him on the counter."yeah?"he said,raising an eyebrow.there was only a faint smirk on his face,looking the guy over.he looked like he wasn't meant to drink.well,he didn't look like a guy that took one drink and wasn't drunk.he looked like that guy who got drunk a bit easily.

{oh,it wasn't crappy.i thought it was perfect. (: }

[size=20pt]Oliver Woods.[/size]

He didn't ask to be apart of this guy's life.He never asked to be apart of anyone else's life.He just wanted to live his life,and only worry about his family.Yet,he worries about everyone and anyone.Oliver is so selfless it'd amaze some people.He doesn't have any time to take care of himself,or just have pride in himself.That's one sin he hardly has.I say hardly because even the most selfless people have pride in themselves.Even if it's just the tiniest bit.

Oliver was that kid who wasn't popular,but wasn't a loner or outcast either.He wouldn't talk much,unless if someone was hurt or if someone asked him a question.Well,if it was a 'yes' or 'no' question,he'd just shake his head.Well that's not very important,so anyway here he was,walking to the office.On his way to help out a guy with schizophrenia.He didn't mind at all,and that's what scared him the most.He questioned himself about this or a moment,but knew it was something righteous.He would be doing something good without doing something bad.He usually did something good,but ended up having a bad outcome.Which was...Bad...

The curly-headed seventeen year old made his way down the halls,hugging his backpack tightly against his chest."Don't make this bad,Ollie...Please let this have a good outcome.Please,"he whispered to the ceiling,biting his cheek.He usually talked to himself a lot,since there was no one else to talk to.There wasn't many people who'd like to listen to what he'd have to say.He was more mature than people his age,and he was very imaginative and creative.But,that didn't mean he was crazy,of course.Yes,he didn't pay attention in class too much[mostly because he already knows everything the teachers teach],but no one pays attention,anyway.So,people consider him normal.

Although,he's not normal at all.He thinks beyond what he's supposed to think.He doesn't think about having a relationship,looking good,or being popular.He always has thought in a weird way.What he says most people would not understand.He rarely says 'wouldn't' and 'isn't',but more like 'would not' and 'is not.'That does irritate some people,but he can't help it.That's just him.

Oliver wasn't normal,but he wasn't insane.He was just imaginative and he thought about complex things.Such as how nothing is impossible,but impossible itself.So,therefore,nothing is impossible.Or like how not many people believe in specific things-such as creatures beyond what humans can comprehend-,yet those creatures do live and thrive and exist.Maybe not in what the eye can see,but in what the ears can hear and what the mind can think.You may think these thoughts and ideas are complex,but to him they are but mere,tiny little things.

The bright-eyed boy walked a bit faster as he saw the office in sight,almost forgetting about everything because of his thoughts and ideas that clouded his mind."Shut your-Agh...You don't have a cakehole..."he muttered and bit his lip.He was talking to his mind,if you were wondering.Oh,before you make him out to be some weirdo freak,he's just thinks beyond the human brains of others can think.

Oliver agilely walked tot he doors of the office,quickly pulling one open.He stepped in and kept walking.He wouldn't stop until someone said his name,or he saw what he would think to be the guy he was supposed to help.What was his name again?Erin?Eric-Ah,Eric!That's it!

ooc;;
Sorry if this sucked horribly.... >-<

I tried carrying the weight of the world
But I only have two hands
Hope I get the chance to travel the world
But I don't have any plans

Wish that I could stay forever this young
Not afraid to close my eyes
Life's a game made for everyone
And love is the prize

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

name;;
Oliver Lance Woods
gender;;
Male
nicknames;;
Ollie
rank;;
Warrior
wanted rank;;
n/a

personality;;
Oliver is a pretty selfless guy,but he's not afraid to tell you something rude.He is what some people would say 'not strong at all.'And that would include strong in emotions.I guess it'd seem like that since he's so quiet,always has his head in the clouds,and does look a bit scrawny.But really,he is strong and isn't afraid to show it.Oliver tends to speak in weird ways.Well,weird to some people.Instead of saying 'shouldn't' or 'can't',he'd say 'should not' or 'cannot.'It's just a habit he's picked up on.He also can think what some would call 'beyond how others think.'But,it's not all sunshine and rainbows.He doesn't think of the good sides of things first,but tends to think of the bad things first.He thinks-to some people-in a complex way.Take impossibility,for example.He believes that nothing is impossible,but impossible itself.Therefore impossible cancels itself out,so the thought doesn't exist.And that's what it is,though.just a mere thought.It may exist in your head,but not in the real world.
Oliver might be a bit too serious,hardly ever smiling or laughing at a good joke.I guess he's just not used to the humor.
"Well,I can't explain myself.Some people say I'm easy to read,and others say I'm a stone wall.That's all I have to say."
history;;
"I'd rather not tell.Not that it's a sob story,or anything.It's just none of your business."
eye color;;
Bright blue
hair color;;
Brown,brunette,whatever you want to call it.

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Thank you so much!Also,I added his middle name.Sorry,I was just trying to think of one that'd fit his first and last names. >-<

Ooh!I have a plot!

Two boys in love,obviously dating,going to the same high school.They have their ups,and they have their downs,but they love each other to the ends of the earth.But,Guy 1 falls in love with an unlikely guy-a jock.Now,Guy 2 isn't the most lovely guy in the world,meaning he can get mean,rude,and have an attitude.But he's overprotective of his boyfriend,and only wants to see him happy.Guy 1 doesn't let Guy 2 know about his secret crush,but what happens when the jock finds out that Guy 1-who is already taken-had fallen head over heels for him?Well,he sets of on a 'quest' to get him,having an obvious liking to him-but not only him.That jock used to have a crush on Guy 2-the way he smiled,the way he walked,the way he back-sassed teachers.Guy 2 soon finds out,after finding all the clues,that their is a love triangle going on.And he doesn't like it.He tries his hardest to keep the jock and Guy 1 apart,being the overprotective boyfriend he was.He didn't mind the crushes,but he minded the whispers in the ear and the flirting.What happens when Guy 2 finds the jock and Guy 1 kissing in the boy's locker room after gym class?Will he have a heart attack,or will he just brush it off and forget about it?

Sorry it was so long...Anyway,if you like it then...Well,you know what to do! ^^

Dallas Oliver Curtis.

I sat down in a seat,taking my backpack and setting it on my lap.I unzipped it and took out an almost full sketchbook and a case of pencils and erasers.I zipped the backpack back up and set it on the floor next to the chair I sat in.I took out a pencil and a block eraser,then opened my sketchbook to a clean page.I took glances over at the guy who sat to my left,my pencil making soft strokes across the page as I tried to get every detail about him right.

I chewed on my cheek as I continued to sketch him out,looking away whenever he looked at me.He was too beautiful to not be drawn,and if I didn't then somebody else would.I started to hum silently,tapping my foot on the tiled floor.My chewing went down to my lip,taking glances while he wasn't looking.I felt like a girl for doing this,but it was something I did for every beautiful guy I saw.For every guy that caught my attention,anyway.I'd always give them the drawing after,even though it seemed weird.Actually,I'd fold it and stuff it in their pocket while they weren't looking.They'd probably think it was a girl who drew them,then,even with my first and last initials in the corner.

I did a double take as he spilled his coffee,my eyes going wide a bit at his words.I gulped silently before slowly getting out of my seat.I knew no one else would help him out,because they were all just plain mean."Oh!Uh...Need help?I'll go get some paper towels,"I said a bit quickly,my voice soft and quiet.I turned in the direction of the bathroom,and jogged my way to my destination.Once I was in the bathroom I quickly grabbed some paper towels,smiling a bright smile.Just my luck,ha?He spilled his coffee,which gave me a reason to talk to him.

I made my way out of the bathroom,putting on an expressionless face.I jogged back over to his table and put down the paper towels where the coffee had spilled after picking that damp piece of paper up.It was really hot,but I didn't mind.I was used to heat,especially from a spilled cup of coffee.I usually spilled mine while drawing or something,because I wouldn't be paying attention to where the cup was.I let a soft chuckle escape my lips,quickly leaning over to grab my backpack,sketchbook and pencils and things.I unzipped my backpack and stuffed everything back inside,then zipped it back up.I slung it over my shoulder,smiling softly down at the guy."Um...Mind if I sit here?"I asked,my voice still a soft whisper.

Hello,lovelies!I am so very bored right now,and I just want to role play!!I am advanced,and I can post at least three paragraphs.I will gladly post some ideas on here,the first post,just in case you don't ave a plot in mind.If you like one just tell me and I'll be happy to role play with you!So,what are you waiting for?Get to posting!

--bxb[actually,i'd prefer this...]
--most anything that isn't on the 'will not do's' list! >-<

--anything to do wit a video game
--pirates...i suck at those...
--teacherxstudent[sorry!!i just...can't...]
--girl getting pregnant with ex-boyfriend's baby...
--love at first sight/no fighting or misunderstandings in a relationship
--anything that you think i wouldn't like!

Arg...That's all I got... >-<

Yay!I'm glad you like it!And it's up to you who you want to be. (: Also,shall I make the thread,or would you like to?

Wink-Wolf ,I like both of those ideas,actually!But the second one is just...Creatively cool.Second one I'd be role playing at best,too,so mind if we do the second one?

@insomnia.,awesome!Would you like to role play Guy 1 or Guy 2?I don't mind playing either one,so it doesn't matter to m. (:

Okie dokie!And thank you! <3

Yetinsane ,yay!That's amazingly awesome!*Eh hem*Excuse me while I do my happy dance.Anyway,would you like to be Guy 1 or Guy 2?If guy two,then it'd be best if you play the jock,too.So would you like to role play Guy 1,or Guy 2 and the jock?I'd be happy to play any parts. (:

Wink-Wolf ,awesomeness!!Will you,maybe,make the thread?I'm just super busy and I have a load of homework,right now. >-< CURSE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!