Posts by liamniamniall

yes, yes it did lol

lol i feel bad too

and I saw a snow leopard cub once it was so adorable in the infirmary and everything

kk

LETS GETT THIS PARTY STARTED!!!

xD

#lost

can my character have a crush on sam?

yay thx

same

OI IM BACK!!!!! MISS ME??

i clearly missed a lot

~~Sorry It's so long, I just couldn't stop writing~~

Before Dilan left he turned and gave me a smile, which I returned, before disappearing into the elevator. I looked over in the direction of the adults and found my father standing there, looking at me. By his posture I knew it was time to leave. I stood up. The feeling Dilan's hand still making my hand tingle in a foreign way. It felt good though.

My father gave he a stern look that showed hints of confusion and frustration. I didn't give it a second thought after my father clasped a hand on my shoulder and steered me into the elevator. As the metal contraption shifted my father pulled his phone from his pocket. He had been given the latest model and he had no idea how to use it, his old phone was much easier to use. I only knew how to use it because they taught us how to in school.

"So," my father spoke. "How do you use this thing?" He held it out to me.

I took it firmly in my grasp. I leaned over towards him so that he could see what I was doing. By the time we reached the ground floor he seemed to have gotten the hang of it.

"So how do I call your mother and tell her not to expect us for dinner?"

I pressed a few buttons and connected him to mom. While he chatted with her and explained to her that he and I were going out to dinner, I looked around. I knew better than to listen in on his conversation. It would be rude of me, even if I did want to know what they were saying. My father hung up the phone minutes later. Though as it turned out it was actually my mother who hung up.

My father started walking towards the car and I followed close behind. Once we got into the car I buckled my seat belt. I had no idea where my dad was going to take me to dinner. We don't go out much. Soon we were headed towards Brooklyn and away from the larger part of the city.

We pulled up next to an old building. It had seen many fierce storms by the looks of the weathered exterior, but had had quite a bit of work done to it. The doors had most likely been replaced and the wiring had to have been updated. Not to mention there probably hadn't been beautiful flowers outside of the restaurant when it was first built.

My father locked the car and started taking strides towards the door. I caught up with him in a matter of seconds. He held the door open for me. "This used to be a diner. I got beat up out back. Not my finest moment but certainly a valuable one." he paused as we entered. "I found out that it had been restored the other day and I thought it be nice if I took you to see part of my past." I nodded. He father walked up to the waiter that stood behind a large wooden podium. "Table for two please."

"Right this way," the waiter took out two menus before leading us deeper into the restaurant. For an old diner it sure was big. It still felt a bit like a diner, but the lights had been replaced with dimmer ones and the windows given treatments so that the area was much darker. I wasn't exactly comfortable with it either and nether was my father.

"Much darker than I remember," my father joked. I let out a slight giggle and my father chuckled.

We were seated at a small booth in the back. Which confused me. There hadn't been too many people here and I wondered if my father had asked for a seat away from other people. That wasn't really like him though. I looked to him but he seemed just as confused. He seemed to have let it slip from his mind but I knew he hadn't.

After we ordered me father spoke. I knew it had been coming, I just hadn't known when.

"Listen, Caroline, what happened back there, during the meeting. I don't want to see it again. I don't know what it was, but there's important information being given out tomorrow and I need you to be focused."

I nodded, I understood what he meant. I hadn't been as focussed as usual. I needed to fix that for the following days meeting. I watched as my father place a hand on his knee and leaned closer. "What you said during the meeting, you were right. You made a valid point." I nodded in thanks.

He leaned back in his chair, flipping through the desert menu as our food arrived. As my father and I began eating my father brought up something that I wish he hadn't.

"So what was all that with Clint's son?" My father said it nonchalantly but there was an edge to his voice that said other wise. I gulped. "I saw the looks, Caroline, and don't think I didn't notice you talking to him before we left."

"They were just smiles dad, honest. He's a good guy, he stood up for me." I hesitated before going on. "And... were kind of...friends."

"I saw the way you looked at him and how he looked at you. That's not the way just friends look at each other." He sighed.

"Caroline," my father said reaching over the table to grab my hand, "I want you to be honest with me. I know you probably think I should be the last person you come to with these things, but if you want to talk about them I'll listen." He looked me in the eye. His gaze soft and warm, but also strong. I nodded. He held my hand for a few seconds more before leaning back into his chair.

I took the last few bites of my salad and he finished off his stake. My father handed me the desert menu. "Pick anything you want." he said with a smile. I returned it.

"The brownie sunday sounds good." I smiled, looking up from the menu. My father nodded in agreement. He waved over our waiter.

"One brownie sunday to share please."

"Coming right up sir." The waiter brought out our desert rather quickly and placed it on the table in front of us. He took away our dirty dishes, leaving us with our desert and the bill. My father took out two spoons. He handed one to me and we began eating the delicious warm brownie. It was covered with hot fudge and ice cream and it was incredibly good.

We finished and paid, leaving the old building behind as we drove off. I looked over at my father. What he said earlier replayed in my mind. "Dad?" I spoke up.

"Yes, Caroline?" he glanced over at me.

"When you met mom, did you feel all tingly and happy inside?" I asked, my words coming out with less strength than I would have liked.

"Yes, Caroline, I did." He smiled at me. "Why do you ask?"

I took my time coming up with the courage to say it. I could face a bully any day, but talking about my feelings was a whole other battle that I was un prepared for. I formed my words slowly. Unsure of how it would come out. "I think..." I said slowly. "I think I like Dilan." I said slow and shaky.

My father looked over, his jaw was set and I knew he probably wasn't ready to hear it, but he seamed to expect it. The air was silent, the only sounds were the running engine and our breathes. My father steered into out drive way. He put the car in park. The look he gave me was steady and kind but you could see the worry it held. The amount of consideration he gave to my feelings.

"Are you sure," he said as if he didn't want to believe it. I nodded. He ran a hand through his hair. He let out a sigh. "I'm not sure I was ready for this." I stayed silent while he looked dead ahead. "My son's in the army, and my daughter's growing up." he said, more to himself than to me. "I just don't want you to get hurt." my father said to me, he looked at me and placed a hand on my knee.

"I know dad," I said quietly. He got out of the car, circled around the hood and opened my door. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me out of the car and closer to him. He held me there, a hand on the back of my head and one on the small of my back. I wrapped my arms around him. I felt his lips press to the top of my head softly. He rubbed the back of my head.

"You're always going to be my little girl," he sighed. I felt his grip loosen around me. We stood their a second before he put his hand to the small of my back, leading my gently towards our front door. My mother opened it before my father could twist the knob. My father kissed her softly on the lips, making a small smile play on my lips. He lead my the rest of the way in. I sighed. The house was warm unlike it was outside, cold and damp.

I started on my way up the stairs, when my mother called me back down. I was confused usually my parents just let me go to my room when I got home. I went back down, my eye brows furrowed. That's when I saw him. My brother, arms open wide. A huge smile instantly lit up my face as I stopped at the foot of the stairs. I ran into his arms. My brother was only a few years older but he was just a half inch shorter than my father.

I smiled up at him and he smiled down. "What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"They let us go home for a while," he smiled.

My father smiled. He was proud of his son, but I knew it still scared him that he couldn't fight with his son, and protect him. He had to let his son fight his own battle. We walked into the living room. I sat down on the sofa. We kept asking my brother questions and he would answer them. I smiled, happy to be with me family.

~~Ooc: I'll rp later, when people start rping

ok then.....

haha

I laid comfortably in my bed. My face to the ceiling and music playing softly through my earbuds, helping me unwind. I always liked to clear my mind before I slept. Sometimes, as I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling listening to music, I would go through all the thoughts rambling in my mind. Other times I would just clear everything from my mind and sink into my bed as I listened to the music lull me to sleep.

My eyes swirled around with the patterns in the ceiling. The day's events played through my head. Going to the meeting, getting to talk during the meeting, the rude comments, talking with my dad, getting defended by Dilan, the looks Stefan shot at Dilan, Dilan's warm smile, talking with Dilan, going out to dinner with my father, and my brother, David, coming home.

I back tracked a moment. How hadn't I noticed the annoyed looks Stefan had given Dilan. Why did he look at Dilan like that in the first place. All Dilan did was warm up to me. Nothing death glare worthy. I pondered over it for a moment. I decided to let it slide for now, I'd just watch Stefan a lot more closely now.

I moved on in my thoughts and instantly thought of Dilan. The way he laughed, the way his hair swooped to the side, his genuine smile, and the way his eyes lit up when he did. It was adorable. Even when he miss behaved he was cute. I had never thought that way about anyone. At first it scared me, to be honest. Then I kind of liked it. I liked the happiness and the buzzy tingly feeling I got when I was near him. I liked it all. I smiled.

In a flash I thought about what I had admitted to my father just before we got home. I didn't know what I had expected him to do or how he would react. The way he had caught me off guard though. I guess maybe he would react the way he did with Jimmy Nickelson, go up to him and sock him in the face. That clearly wasn't the case. Instead he looked a little flustered. Still, he supported me and made me feel safe.

I smiled at that thought. In the corner of my eye I saw my door shake in a rhythmic manner. I took an earbud out. Someone was knocking on it. I took the other one out and walked over to the door. I had just gotten to the point in between being awake and being asleep. I was a bit frustrated because someone had bothered me during my hypnagogic state.

Twisting the knob, I swung the door open slowly. There before me stood my father. He looked hesitant and unprepared. He stood squarely in front of me."May I come in?" I waved my hand, gesturing for him to enter. He sat down on the edge of my bed. I crawled back into it, letting the warm duvet ease me back to my calm state.

"I came to wish you goodnight," he spoke. "I know I don't do it much, and I thought I should do it more often." he nodded as if he was reassuring himself of the words he had spoken. He looked over at me, snuggled into my sheets. He reached out, placing his palm on my cheek. I leaned into it. "You've become a beautiful you woman, Caroline." He got up from his position, kissing my forehead. "But you're still me little girl." he said softly as he left my room, turning off the light and closing the door behind him. I smiled softly letting myself fall into the tranquility of sleep.

~~eyy guys i'm here. Sorry i'm a bit late

I stood outside the doors. I was almost thirty minutes late. Calm down, Mer I told myself. I was unbelievably nervous. This was the first time I'd meet my new classmates. Here goes nothing. I opened the doors, using my twenty seconds of courage.

~~Sorry this is super super late, I slept in really late and then I had a lot to do, sorry
btw the person who was rping stefan doesn't want to rp anymore so I was thinking we could just rp the other characters from our current character's pov. What do you think?

My body quaked, and sounds were blurry. Slowly, as I opened my eyes, shapes began to define and sounds were sharpened. "Caroline, wake up." David stood above me, still in his uniform.

"Hmm?" I rubbed my eyes.

"Dad scent me to wake you, you need to get ready for the meeting." He helped me out of bed. "Hurry up, you'll both be late if you don't get ready." He left, leaving me behind.

I opened my closet and pulled out my galaxy sweatshirt. I peeled off my pajamas and pulled the sweatshirt over my head. Then slid on some black skinny jeans. I grabbed a rubber bracelet off the shelf that said 'fear nothing'. I always thought it was fitting and wore it most days. Along with that I put on my watch and some black vans. To finish the outfit off I put on a nice feather pendant necklace.

I checked my reflection in the mirror behind my door. I mentally gave myself a thumbs up before going to the bathroom to wash up. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before I brushed my golden brown locks out of my face. perfect.
I took two steps at a time getting down to the kitchen with just enough time to grab a slice or two of toast. I shoved the slices of bread into the toaster and waited a minute until they sprang back up. Brushing the butter over one side of the bread I scarfed it down. I gulped down a glass of water to wash it down. Seconds later my father walked through the kitchen on his way to the front door. I followed close behind him.

He wore his usual attire. Tan slacks, a dress shirt, brown leather bomber jacket, and a pair of dress shoes to match. He dressed like this most days. Other times he would wear a regular jacket and t-shirt with sneakers and a pair of pants. Sometimes though, he wore a nice coat instead of his jacket and would pair it with a tie. He rarely did that though.

He opened the door, walking out to the car and starting it. I hopped into the passenger seat next to him. His face was serious, it was like he was a man on a mission. The drive into town was silent. When we finally pulled into a parking spot outside Stark tower, I felt relieved. I'm not a big fan of silence.

My father strode into the building and into the elevator. I fell into step behind him, looking slightly less powerful. He punched in a button, the elevator doors starting to close when Dilan and his family popped their heads in. My father gave me a look when I smiled at Dilan. I diverted my gaze to the ground awkwardly, trying to keep focused. Today was important and I knew that. I had to be on my game. Anything could be thrown at us today, with the new information being given out. I needed to be prepared.

where's the link to the rp thread?

thx

~~OOC: Sorry I'm late

"Charlie, why is there a man at the front door asking for you?" my mother called from the foyer. I walked up to her, my bags already packed and in my clutch. I peaked around her at the man. The man was nicely dressed like one of those limo drivers. As I got a clear picture I saw the limo behind him. well I guess this is it.

"Miss Dickens, your carriage awaits you. He took my bags and lead my to the dark car that was pulled along the curb. The door was opened for me and I stepped in. Waving goodbye to my mother before the door closed behind me.