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  • i'm heading straight for the castle | pafp | they want to make me their queen

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    i was smoking in peace when all of the sudden a familiar voice caught my attention, asking me if my mother knew i smoked. my blue eyes looked up to be met with the smirking figure of none other than kaiden dean.




    [b]"you've got to be f.cking kidding me."

    i said, putting ouf my cigarette. "and first off, what my mother doesn't know won't kill her. secondly, how were you of all people willing to tolerate me for three weeks?" i asked, raising an eyebrow. i had to admit, i was quite surprised at the fact that he was the one who was supposed to keep an eye on me. he--let's see, how do i put this? he didn't exactly seem like the type to take up this offer--especially since he knew me and has probably heard all the crap that flies around concerning who i am. was some of it true? sure, it might be, but some of it was also fake. you never truly know a person, not until you really get up close, find that tiny space in their soul, and focus on that with a magnifying glass, and even then, there are parts that may surprise you. so, i guess i shouldn't be so quick to judge the perceptions i had of him either.




    "anyways, why don't you come inside? i can show you around if you'd like." taking a more polite and less characteristically sarcastic approach.




    i turned and opened the front door, letting him step inside first before closing the door behind me and locking it. i wasn't going to lie, i did have a very nice home and yeah, truth be told my parents did have some money, but that didn't mean anything. since when did wealth correlate to personality?




    "i don't know what you plan on doing, but i think the wine cabinet is a good place to start." i said, a small smirk upon my features. i had bad habits, as did anyone, but sometimes i let those habits get ahead of me.




    as i walked towards the kitchen i moved my golden curls to fall over my shoulders instead of behind my back, now making the beginning of the long claw scars that ran across my back visible. long story short, don't simply stand there in shock and then try to turn away right as a werewolf phases in front of you.




    i entered the black marble kitchen, having to climb up onto the granite countertop to reach the wine cabinet. being 5'2" did have its disadvantages. i found a bottle of red wine and set it down before getting down myself, getting two wine glasses and setting them on the table. pouring a glass for myself and one for kaiden. hey, even if he didn't want it, i'd drink it myself.




    "would you like any?" i asked, going ahead and taking a drink of mine.




    i finished off my glass pretty quick, almost as if it were a shot. i went back to get more, drinking it straight from the bottle this time. let's just say that it didn't take much alcohol coursing through my veins to make me a little tipsy. "you know, i think my parents just want someone to watch me because they are afraid i'm going to try and kill myself again. it seems a bit over the top, don't you think?" i said, not processing my words as i said them.

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  • now he's so devoid of color | pafp | he don't know what it means

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    after collecting what i needed from my locker and double checking my board, i headed to ap psych. i loved that class, unlike ash who couldn't stand it and only took it because he thought it would look good on his transcript. funny how i did half of his homework for him. compared to my brother, my boyfriend, and even my best friend i was slightly an overachieving perfectionist but at the same time was an absolute wild wreck. what a contradiction.




    considering liam hadn't come to my locker i was guessing that he went to english class stoned. so i simply decided to go ahead to class, taking my seat in the back and waiting for everyone else to file in.




    eventually ash and andy came in, taking their respective seats next to each other. coincidentally all three of us shared the same first period. unfortunately liam couldn't get so lucky.




    when the bell rang to start class mrs. monroe immediately began talking about how we were now going to start our mental health unit since we had just completed our statistics unit, which i must say, involved too much math for my liking.




    however, i was kind of worried about the mental health unit, some of these issues weren't exactly things i'd want my best friend and my brother to get more knowledge about, i'd rather they just stay in the bliss of ignorance.




    how much you want to bet that the first thing we go over is---




    just like that, i was proven right as mrs. monroe said we were going to start discussing anorexia nervosa today and the signs and symptoms of it and the dangers it presents.




    i couldn't help but visibly tense up in my seat. come on, act natural and they won't suspect a thing. they probably don't even notice any of it, i'm just being paranoid.




    although as mrs. monroe began to delve deeper, going over the signs, the complications and effects it can have, reasonings behind it, mortality rates, etc. ash would not stop looking over at me and i was about ready to go over there and sucker punch him but then mrs. monroe handed out a worksheet that only went further into the details and information. oh great....i better be able to get myself out of this.




    usually i would have went straight for completing the worksheet, but this time i didn't, seemingly too keen on observing anything that could give me away. quite pathetic, the amount i care about this, i mean.




    soon enough the bell to dismiss class rang and i quickly gathered my purse and walked out, ash quick on my heels and andy in pursuit. i stood by the doorway of liam's english class, which was a few doors down, waiting for him to come out, ignoring ash as he stared at me. when liam appeared i gave him a usual smile, kissing him, my lips most likely tasting faintly of cigarettes and mints.




    i didn't get to stay in my own world of ignorance for long though of ash grabbed my wrist, spinning me around to face him to which i tugged my hand out of his grip and tried to push him away. why does he have to start crap like this here? especially in front of liam and andy.




    [b]"can i help you?"

    i asked bluntly, my tone having a bite to it this time.




    "you have an eating disorder, don't you? everything she described in there matched up perfectly with some of your behaviors, kitty." he told me simply.




    "what the hell? you're ridiculous. what does showing what you perceive as symptoms mean anything? it's not like people who have a few symptoms of cancer actually have it. do you go around asking people if they have that too? you can't just accuse people of having illnesses, ashton." i said, trying to seem as calm and collected as i could. i can get out of this.




    "nobody just drops like twenty pounds in a month without doing something drastic. do you take me for an idiot? sure, i didn't really notice or take the time to analyze everything, but after hearing all that, the pieces fit together." ash told me and i was starting to get nervous. i really should give him more credit.




    "i haven't even lost that much weight. i already told you, dance intensives and swan lake rehearsals were starting so i had been working out more, stop making such a big deal out of it. we're going to be late to class, stop making far fetched claims and let it go." i said, clinging into any shred i had of keeping the rouse up.




    "i'm not stupid, kitty! when you start putting the puzzle together, it all makes sense. you lost a lot of weight in a short amount of time, you make excuses to refuse food and get out of dinner all the time. you won't smoke at all with us, yet you're okay getting blackout drunk and chainsmoking cigarettes? that makes no sense. you excuse yourself to the bathroom after eating every single time. you go to the gym every sunday for a ridiculous amount of hours. you're always checking food labels....i could go on. now you look me in the eyes and tell me that doesn't sound like an eating disorder. i'm not going to stand here while you starve yourself to death!" his voice raising in volume as emotions increased.




    i had just about had it, i was beyond pissed and i was just flat out done. "oh really? if you're so f.cking observant then how was i able to keep this up for almost a year? why did you never do anything if you had actually noticed all that? how was i able to go six days so far without eating? how was brett able to violate me in ways i don't ever want to say? how was i able to puke up anything i ate without anyone ever hearing a thing? how was i able to take a handful of caffeine pills among other things every day? i don't know, ash, but from the looks of it you've done a lot of just standing around so go ahead, say that sh.t to me again." i said, clearly livid, ending up lapsing into french after my little spiel, only every speaking that when i was really pissed, and i was. i ended up throwing my purse at him, telling him to f.ck off before turning around and getting out of there as fast as i could, going straight out the school doors, to the parking lot, to ash's car, opened the backdoor and got in, laying there with my knees against my chest and cried so hard i thought it might kill me. this was turning out to be some birthday.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 3px double white; height: 140px; width: 120px; background:url(http://s12.postimg.org/5fj9x0y19/image.jpg) center; background-size: 100%; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: -2px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 270px; height: 150px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9.5px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding: 1px;]after walking through the halls i decided to go to andy's locker, knowing she would most likely be there. my assumption was correct as i walked up to her, leaning against the locker next to hers, a usual smirk upon my features.




    [b]"oh hey, it's ted cruz, the zodiac killer, so nice to meet you."

    i joked, honestly getting such a kick out of all the zodiac memes on twitter. what? they fueled my fire.




    "okay but andy, important question. would you like to go after school to visit jax at the hospital?" i asked, wondering if she would want to come with me as she usually did. "also, apparently grace's boyfriend tony thinks it would be a great idea to take jax out of the hospital for the weekend to go get ice cream. yes, take the cancer patient with the crap immune system to a busy ice cream place. i swear that guy is a f.cking idiot." i said, sighing at the stupidity. even grace knew it was an awful idea. tony is grace's new boyfriend, nice guy and all, just an utter idiot. you can't fix stupid.




    "also, apparently kitty is trying to ditch her birthday celebration. she thinks a friday night party is enough. i say that we actually do something other than get wasted and try constructing a bong out of a deck of cards, but she's all against it. what do you say? should we try and surprise her?" i asked, raising an eyebrow. truly i didn't understand kitty's diversion to birthday's. she was 18 now, we had to mark the milestone in a proper way, whatever that may be.




    once the warning bell rang, andy and i headed to our first class that we shared with kitty: ap psychology. i didn't mind it, it could be an interesting class, the teacher just hated me, either that or she hated the fact that kitty did most of my homework.




    upon arriving and taking our seats mrs. monroe didn't waste a single second, she got right into our next unit away from statistics, which i actually liked, i'll admit, i was more of a math person. apparently we were now diving into the topic of mental and health and today's lecture would be focused on anorexia, causing kitty to tense up. how interesting.




    i paid more attention this time around, indulging and processing what mrs. monroe told us and i started connecting the dots, occasionally glancing at kitty before being interrupted by a worksheet, which only peaked my interest, and i ended up reading it, for once, shocker. it was all starting to make sense, at least the justifications, not really the depths though for kitty's behavior.




    when the dismissal bell rang, kitty hurriedly left, heading to go wait for liam, and i followed hot in pursuit, andy right behind me.




    i waited until liam was out with her and they had their greeting moment and i took that opportunity to swoop in, grabbing kitty by the wrist and spun her around to face me, which she didn't take very well, giving me a scathing response.




    i called her out, i called her out on all of it. i wasn't playing around here. she tried making a petty excuse to no avail, as i just tore that explanation up, making my point very clear. however, she ended up making hers absolutely crystal, leaving me jawslacked, not even reaching to pick up her purse. all i could do was stand frozen and stare as she ran out, my guess was to my car, maybe to go have a panic attack, who knows? i wanted to go after her but i was practically speechless. [i]well, sh.t

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  • now he's so devoid of color | pafp | he don't know what it means

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    it felt as if i were dying in a way, for a lack of a better description. everything was drowned out, it was as if time was going in a slow paced blur at the moment, almost like tunnel vision. all i knew is that one minute i was crying my lungs out and the next i was being comfortingly held by liam before he then proceeded to pick me up bridal style and take me to his car, laying me in the front seat. oh thank god, if he had come out here any later i probably would've been in full blown panic attack mode. i was beyond lucky that he cared so much so i didn't even protest that we were missing class, at this point i thought that it might just be necessary.




    after a little while we pulled up to what i believe was a little lake and the scenery was quite serene and breathtaking all the same. liam got out and got the beanbags he kept in the back out, along with other items. he came back afterwards, picking me up once again and gently placing me on a beanbag before he wrapped his arms around me and my tiny frame leaned against him.




    he asked me if i felt any better and my blue eyes stared back up at him. did i? sure, in this setting, yeah, it was calming to just let go of the insane mental state i was just in. however, physically i felt like sh.t, as if i were going to pass out at any moment. although that could be kept to myself right about now.




    [b]"in a way, yeah....this place is very calming and you are too....i just---i don't know...shaken up, i guess? still a bit pissed off at what ash said. do you believe him?"

    i said, tacking on the question onto the end, of course that was a dumb question, i had already sold myself out.




    "nevermind...it doesn't matter. i'm just sorry....i should've said something, at least given a hint... and i'm just so immersed in this, maybe somewhat in denial too. i don't know how to let go of this, i don't even know if i want to. you just--you have to understand how awful it feels to look in the mirror every morning and barely be able to look at yourself. there's also this sense of control, power even that comes with not or barely eating. i'm good at it, i feel it's the only thing i am actually good at. sure, there's dance, but it's not like i'll ever get to a level that's worthy of getting accepted into a ballet program. there's just so many different components as to why it happened. there's my own insecurity, my mom dying, ash's cocaine stint, jax, my relationship with brett and the abuse with that....everything just kept piling on and i didn't know how to handle it. and once the enthrallment wore off it just became this sick kind of game and i'm so done trying to win. i feel as if starving isn't going to kill me i might just end up doing it myself, and that scares me....." i admitted in a frenzy of words, eventually sighing, my head now resting against his chest, attempting to ignore the fact that my world was spinning. i won't lie, i have blacked out a couple times and have had seizures because of this but i tried my best to cover it up. i kept saying that when it gets serious i'll tell somebody, but how much more serious will it have to get before i realize i passed serious a long time ago?




    in the long run truly never wanted to hurt anyone, i don't think i noticed the nor processed the legitimate consequences my disorder would have on not just myself but everyone around me. if i'm being honest, i thought i'd end up being dead before they'd ever find out but apparently i'm not as good at hiding things as i thought.

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  • bambi's testing thread.

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    i heard my mom yell from downstairs, her heavy french accent intertwining into her words.




    "okay, i'm coming!" i called back down to her, finally getting my leggings on and slipping on some shoes before heading downstairs. i had on my usual attire of a strapless floral top, whimsy cardigan, black leggings, and nude pumps. my long golden locks falling in loose curls down my back.




    once i made it downstairs, i found my dad zipping up his suitcase as he checked to make sure he had everything and my mom stood waiting by the door with a warm smile.




    they were going on what they called an anniversary trip to florida for two weeks to celebrate their twentieth anniversary but also escape michigan's december winter flurry. frankly, i loved it, i mean, of course i did, my parents however weren't too fond of the snow and ice, so god knows why they moved here.




    "do you really have to leave me here alone for a whole three weeks?" i asked, my soft silver bell voice ringing. i didn't mind having freedom here by myself for that long, in fact, i enjoyed it, i just had a bad habit of not being able to control myself when i was alone.




    "it really isn't that long, darling. we'll be back before you know it." my dad said with an attempt at a reassuring smile.




    "besides, you won't even really be alone anyways, angelina. you'll be fine." my mom chimed in, grabbing her purse off the coffee table.




    it had suddenly dawned on me then. oh, that was right, they hired a "babysitter" of the sorts to check in on me and keep an eye out every once in a while. how embarrassing. i was seventeen, yet they thought i couldn't handle myself and needed someone to watch me, i mean sure, they were probably right, but really it's quite weird to have someone so close to your age hired to watch you as if you're two and are going to scribble on the walls in purple crayon.




    "mom, are you sure that's really necessary?" i asked, raising an eyebrow, tapping my gold and pink painted nails against the stair railing i was leaning against.




    "maybe not, but with you i think it is. you know just as well as i do that you aren't capable of handling yourself for that long. it's not like this person will be watching your every move 24/7, they'll probably just come over later and introduce themselves, maybe you two can go do something, who knows. he seems like a nice guy, honey, he'll only come to check on you from time to time. you guys might even become friends." she explained to me.




    wait, so it was a guy who would be watching me? and become friends? who the hell did they even hire anyways? honestly, what made them think this would be a good idea?




    i just sighed, deciding not to make a comment.




    "now, i left some pasta for you in the fridge for dinner. please eat some of it. i also left you some cash in the third kitchen drawer if you need it. please behave yourself and keep things under control. just call if anything happens. love you." my mother spoke again, making about a million hand gestures to refer to things before hugging me.




    my dad just told me to stay safe and wished me good luck before they both headed out the door and i watched their red suv pull out of the driveway and onto the lightly snowy pavement before they drove off with a gentle wave.




    i shut the door, trying not to linger too much on anything that was said but i was increasingly anxious about who this mystery person was and also about controlling myself. if there was one thing i was terrible at controlling under pressure, it was my cryokinesis. i was extremely afraid of accidentally panicking and turning the place into an ice skating rink, but as long as i thought about controlling it hard enough, it shouldn't be an issue, right?




    i then made my way over to the fridge and opened it, finding the pasta mom was talking about. i got it out, dished some out onto a paper plate, heated it up in the microwave for two minutes before carefully taking it out. i set the food on the kitchen counter and simply stared. [i]hmmm, what would you say? 360 calories?

    i wasn't sure, i didn't really want to know. i twisted the noodles with my fork for a moment, noticing that the edge of the fork was becoming dusted with frost, before finally i just dumped all the contents into the trash, it was better there.




    i mean sure, at 5'2" and 85lbs. i probably should've ate that pasta. but then again i wasn't sure. it was a complicated situation. even people as strange as i have presumably vain and peculiar issues, ya know.




    i opened the last kitchen drawer and reached into one of the oven mitts, finding a pack of cigarettes and my lighter. i made my way towards the front door and opened it before going out and sitting on the front porch to subsequently wait. i lit the cigarette and took a drag and rested my hand on the chair railing, smirking slightly as i watched a layer of ice crawl up the railing. if nobody was out here to see, why not amuse myself for a little while?




    // apologies for the crappy first post, they aren't my specialty!

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  • i'm heading straight for the castle | pafp | they want to make me their queen

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=24]PLOT -
    [color=white][size=10]seventeen year old angelina bellerose was supposed to have the house to herself for a couple weeks, well, at least that's what she thought until her parents told her that she would be having someone to keep an eye on her every once and a while, as her parents deemed her unstable. the only thing is that the person who was hired just happens to be the mysterious and good looking guy from her english class, who, well, happens to be a vampire. but then again, angelina has some skeletons in her own closet--metaphorically of course. what can occur when they both figure out each other's secrets?


    [color=black][size=24]NOTES -
    [color=white][size=10]• sorry if the plot description was awful. things will be clearer in the first post!
    • please be advanced! this means correct grammar, spelling, etc. and good description/post length.
    • please take notice that some more serious/touching topics will be addressed in this roleplay, so if you aren't comfortable with that i'd advise you not to join.
    • please no anime or emo.
    • please have a nice looking post.
    • i can & will politely ask you to leave if you don't meet these requirements. thanks for understanding.
    • thanks for joining if you do!
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 3px double white; height: 140px; width: 120px; background:url(http://s30.postimg.org/7svdsl1b5/image.jpg) center; background-size: 100%; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: -2px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 270px; height: 150px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9.5px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding: 1px;][b]"sweetie, we're leaving!"

    i heard my mom yell from downstairs, her heavy french accent intertwining into her words.




    "okay, i'm coming!" i called back down to her, finally getting my leggings on and slipping on some shoes before heading downstairs. i had on my usual attire of a strapless floral top, whimsy cardigan, black leggings, and nude pumps. my long golden locks falling in loose curls down my back.




    once i made it downstairs, i found my dad zipping up his suitcase as he checked to make sure he had everything and my mom stood waiting by the door with a warm smile.




    they were going on what they called an anniversary trip to florida for two weeks to celebrate their twentieth anniversary but also escape michigan's december winter flurry. frankly, i loved it, i mean, of course i did, my parents however weren't too fond of the snow and ice, so god knows why they moved here.




    "do you really have to leave me here alone for a whole three weeks?" i asked, my soft silver bell voice ringing. i didn't mind having freedom here by myself for that long, in fact, i enjoyed it, i just had a bad habit of not being able to control myself when i was alone.




    "it really isn't that long, darling. we'll be back before you know it." my dad said with an attempt at a reassuring smile.




    "besides, you won't even really be alone anyways, angelina. you'll be fine." my mom chimed in, grabbing her purse off the coffee table.




    it had suddenly dawned on me then. oh, that was right, they hired a "babysitter" of the sorts to check in on me and keep an eye out every once in a while. how embarrassing. i was seventeen, yet they thought i couldn't handle myself and needed someone to watch me, i mean sure, they were probably right, but really it's quite weird to have someone so close to your age hired to watch you as if you're two and are going to scribble on the walls in purple crayon.




    "mom, are you sure that's really necessary?" i asked, raising an eyebrow, tapping my gold and pink painted nails against the stair railing i was leaning against.




    "maybe not, but with you i think it is. you know just as well as i do that you aren't capable of handling yourself for that long. it's not like this person will be watching your every move 24/7, they'll probably just come over later and introduce themselves, maybe you two can go do something, who knows. he seems like a nice guy, honey, he'll only come to check on you from time to time. you guys might even become friends." she explained to me.




    wait, so it was a guy who would be watching me? and become friends? who the hell did they even hire anyways? honestly, what made them think this would be a good idea?




    i just sighed, deciding not to make a comment.




    "now, i left some pasta for you in the fridge for dinner. please eat some of it. i also left you some cash in the third kitchen drawer if you need it. please behave yourself and keep things under control. just call if anything happens. love you." my mother spoke again, making about a million hand gestures to refer to things before hugging me.




    my dad just told me to stay safe and wished me good luck before they both headed out the door and i watched their red suv pull out of the driveway and onto the lightly snowy pavement before they drove off with a gentle wave.




    i shut the door, trying not to linger too much on anything that was said but i was increasingly anxious about who this mystery person was and also about controlling myself. if there was one thing i was terrible at controlling under pressure, it was my cryokinesis. i was extremely afraid of accidentally panicking and turning the place into an ice skating rink, but as long as i thought about controlling it hard enough, it shouldn't be an issue, right?




    i then made my way over to the fridge and opened it, finding the pasta mom was talking about. i got it out, dished some out onto a paper plate, heated it up in the microwave for two minutes before carefully taking it out. i set the food on the kitchen counter and simply stared. [i]hmmm, what would you say? 360 calories?

    i wasn't sure, i didn't really want to know. i twisted the noodles with my fork for a moment, noticing that the edge of the fork was becoming dusted with frost, before finally i just dumped all the contents into the trash, it was better there.




    i mean sure, at 5'2" and 85lbs. i probably should've ate that pasta. but then again i wasn't sure. it was a complicated situation. even people as strange as i have presumably vain and peculiar issues, ya know.




    i opened the last kitchen drawer and reached into one of the oven mitts, finding a pack of cigarettes and my lighter. i made my way towards the front door and opened it before going out and sitting on the front porch to subsequently wait. i lit the cigarette and took a drag and rested my hand on the chair railing, smirking slightly as i watched a layer of ice crawl up the railing. if nobody was out here to see, why not amuse myself for a little while?




    // apologies for the crappy first post, they aren't my specialty!

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  • i'm heading straight for the castle | pafp | they want to make me their queen

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 3px double white; height: 140px; width: 120px; background:url(http://s30.postimg.org/7svdsl1b5/image.jpg) center; background-size: 100%; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: -2px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 270px; height: 150px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9.5px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding: 1px;]// thanks! sophia mitchell is gorgeous. also your writing is so descriptive, i love it :-) & caution, i'm pretty dramatic early on lmao.




    my blue eyes looked up to see none other than dawson birch from my english class. wow, this was either going to be the best or worst three weeks of my life. did i talk to him much? no, not really. maybe once or twice about an assignment but other than that i didn't know a lot about him, although i had to admit i sensed something off about him, i just couldn't put my finger on it.




    i simply smirked at dawson's first comment. [b]"maybe that's the point of it,"

    was all i said. truly, if i couldn't speak at least i would stop burying myself six feet under with my words.




    "and to answer your question, i don't need a party to get drunk. my parents are just afraid of what i'd do to myself if left alone, f.cking embarrassing if you ask me. i try to kill myself one time and they lose it, worse than the time i had a seizure." i told him rather bluntly. truthfully i knew damn well the only reason my parents insisted on not leaving me alone was because they thought i was going to commit suicide or starve myself to death if given the chance. i knew they meant well, mostly i guess, it just became frustrating when they only seemed to care when something dramatic or damaging to their busy working lives. with my mom owning a clothing line and my dad being a lawyer, they were usually extremely overworked people.




    i watched as he pulled out his own pack of cigarettes and started smoking, he totally was a hypocrite, but weren't we all? i don't know of a single person who truly practiced what they preached. "hypocrisy can be the new righteousness," i shrugged, letting my cigarette die out and flicked it out into the snow.




    "you should be glad that i like talking then," i said, smiling ever so slightly. "hmm, i'll probably take you up on the broken glass offer," i lightly joked.




    at his last sentence however i took a more characteristically sarcastic approach, "don't take that tone with me, i'll give you a house tour." i said, getting up and opening the front door, letting him in first before walking in and closing the door.




    "okay so down the center hall is the living room, next to that is the closet, and if you turn left you'll find the kitchen, right is the dining room, and if you go straight after the dining room there's the bathroom and then as you can see, the staircase is right there and to the right upstairs there is my parents room and straight is another bathroom, then then next to that is my dad's office, to the far left is my bedroom, and next to that is the guest room, and on the right of that is another closet." i explained, pointing to rooms and walking to where things were. yes, i did have a very nice house, i guess that happened when your parents had money, but it didn't really matter. i much rather preferred my brother's house, there were less ghosts that haunted the halls and skeletons in the closet there, metaphorically speaking of course.




    i started heading to the kitchen now, moving my golden hair to now cascade over my shoulders, so now the part of the long claw scars that ran across my back were visible. let's just say that you shouldn't try to turn around right when a jackass of a werewolf shifts out of anger in front of you. i suppose that made me learn my lesson, it also awoke the power inside of myself.




    once i reached the kitchen i turned the lights on, opening the fridge to get out the red wine, setting it on the counter. now, this is where being 5'2" had its disadvantages. sure, i could just ask dawson to get the wine glasses for me but i was just too stubborn for my own good.




    i climbed onto the marble countertop, opening the cabinet and grabbing two glasses, setting them on the counter before closing the cabinet and getting down. i went ahead and poured both of us a glass. "want any?" i asked, going and drinking mine as if it were a shot, only to pour myself another glass and down that too. i was probably getting ahead of myself and i'd probably regret it later. you know, it didn't take much to get enough alcohol coursing through my veins to make me start sharing secrets i wouldn't say sober. i went ahead and drank some from the bottle before setting it down.




    "do you think i'm drinking too much? micah always used to tell me i could be worse than him sometimes....at least i never abused anyone when drunk, can't say the same for him....i should've killed him when i had the chance....i should've, i should've, i should've....but no, now my body will forever be a reminder of him.....sickening, thank god in seven years my cells will renew and i will have a body unviolated by him. oh, it just occurred to me....alcohol has calories, doesn't it? wait a second, i'm saying all of this out loud....jesus f.ck." i said, going on a tipsy tirade of sorts before somewhat realizing i wasn't the only person in this room. in a panic i darted up the spiral staircase, almost tripping and hurrying to the bathroom, forgetting to lock the door behind me.




    i opened the toilet seat lid, and practically slammed onto my knees and jammed my fingers to the back of my throat and out came the wine. truly, i hated doing this, only considered it for dire circumstances or panicking and stupidity. i'd consider this option two. i flushed and then cleaned myself up, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror the point where i started crying and i could feel myself losing control, my hands freezing until the frost trickled across the bathroom sink until it turned to ice, traveling down to the floor and out the crack of the door to the hallway and making its way to the stairs. god, just like my parents said i would, only an hour in and i'm turning my house basically into an ice castle.

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  • the beauty behind the madness | pafp

    [font=times new roman][color=white]PLOT -
    [size=10]20 year old college student angelina bellerose is spending her summer vacation before her last year of college in the elusive town of lakebriar, michigan. she ends up staying with her brother and his wife, who have quite a few of the town's secrets locked in their closet. however, angelina is now stranger to secrets and oddities, having plenty of her own. what happens when she encounters the mysterious and handsome friend of her brother's, who happens to have plenty of history, not to mention some secrets and powers he has kept hidden for quite some time. once romance, tensions, secrets, and magic arise, lakebriar truly comes alive.


    [color=white][size=24]NOTES -
    [color=white][size=10]• sorry if the plot description was awful. things will be clearer in the first post!
    • if you didn't already notice, basically this plot centers around the paranormal, more specifically those with magical abilities (think along the lines of x-men powers) you can choose whatever ability you'd like for your character.
    • please be advanced! this means correct grammar, spelling, etc. and good description/post length.
    • please take notice that some more serious/touching topics will be addressed in this roleplay, so if you aren't comfortable with that i'd advise you not to join.
    • please no anime, emo, etc.
    • please have a nice looking post.
    • i can & will politely ask you to leave if you don't meet these requirements. thanks for understanding.
    • thanks for joining if you do!


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    [img height=120 width=120]http://s3.postimg.org/b7fsb34cj/image.jpg[/img] [img height=120 width=120]http://i66.tinypic.com/2u5fcbd.jpg[/img] [img height=120 width=120]http://s3.postimg.org/w162yydoj/image.jpg[/img]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:center; font-size:22px; letter-spacing:2px; text-align: center; margin-top: auto; margin-left: auto; width: auto; height: 20px; font-family: times new roman; color: #6E6E6E;]ANGELINA CLAIRE BELLEROSE[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:center; font-size:16px; margin-top: auto; margin-left: auto; width: auto; height: 20px; font-family: times new roman; color: #6E6E6E;]twenty | cryokinetic | reckless [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=white; text-align: justify; margin-top: auto; margin-left: auto; width: 270px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; color: #A4A4A4; line-spacing: -1px; font-size: 8pt;]i had to admit that i was wary about staying with my brother riley and his wife natalia, as well as their three year old son, sky. i loved my brother and his family, i thought of his wife as a sister to me and i absolutely adored sky, but still...the thought of an entire summer spent living with them, constantly being watched or checked on, it just sent me on edge.


    oh, i probably should explain why they'd feel the need to keep an eye on me. you see, back at nyu things were a lot more discreet, it was a huge campus and huge city, there was a lot you could get away with and a lot people didn't know. but out in a town in michigan, especially one as chock full of secrets like this, i was bound to get myself entangled in some kind of disaster. i don't think that my past mental health or relationship history helped my case much either. i don't blame them for being worried, it's only been two months since i was released from the hospital for yet another overdose on pills, call it a suicide attempt or don't, i'm not sure what it was. and then of course, during my stay i fainted due to malnutrition so all that did was prolong my stay. so yeah, they had every right to be worried.


    hey, at least there were people i could use my abilities around now. that's right, i forgot to mention. i'm a cryokinetic, which means i can generate or manipulate ice, snow, you name it, anything that is a derivative of ice. apparently it was either genetic or bestowed upon you. mine happened to be genetic as did my brother's. he was a telepath, meaning he could read others' thoughts and project his own to them, sometimes being able to overload their mind with information, causing physical or mental pain. natalia had healing abilities, meaning she could heal physical wounds with just a touch as well as her own wounds healing in a matter of seconds, depending on the severity. i didn't know if her's was genetic or not, she wouldn't tell anyone so i didn't bother to ask. i get it, some things are better kept secret. as for sky, his abilities hadn't manifested yet, and he was bound to have one considering the presence of both dominant genes being present. it was quite interesting, this whole thing and the abilities we posessed. i wondered if there was anyone else here with the same strange powers, and knowing the history of this town, well, i wouldn't doubt it. hmm, i've never met a telekinetic before, i bet they would be quite cool. i wondered to myself as i walked along the sidewalk, heading down to the cafe that natalia's parents used to own but riley and her ended up taking it over recently. it was called sweetleaf and it was a cute, quiet, artsy little place. i walked in to find riley working behind the counter and natalia sitting with sky at a nearby table, doing a coloring book with him while they ate muffins.


    i smiled, going ahead and walking up to the counter to get what i always got, a nonfat cinnamon cappucino.


    as riley started to make my drink, he simultaneously began a conversation with me. "you know, i don't think you've actually met anyone since you've been here, angelina. i got a friend that may be coming over later, who knows? maybe you two will hit it off."


    "i have to say, i agree with riley for once on this!" natalia said with a small laugh, looking up from coloring with sky.


    i just shook my head and smiled, "that's nice, riley, but i don't need you trying to play matchmaker for me....i'm okay on my own, ry."


    "it's been almost a year....it can't kill you to give someone a shot." he said, voice low.


    i sighed, "dammit, fine, i guess you're right." you could only try to outrun your past for so long.


    once my cappuccino was ready i got it off the counter and went to sit down at an empty seat, touching the cup for a moment and making some frost climb up the edges just to cool it down, smirking to myself.[/fancypost]
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