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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px inset transparent; height: 350px; width: 450px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=8][sup][color=black]at maxwell's voice, marley lifted his head a little. he knew damn well the other was lying to him. he was f.cking lying to him. he wasn't really angry at him for lying, because he would have done the exact same thing. the way max didn't look at him, in the eyes, and tell him that, lead him to believe - to know - that he was lying when he said he was fine. it hurt him that max would lie to him about something so big, but again, he would have done the same thing. first of all, marley broke his heart, and second of all, it'd be pretty hard to tell your boyfriend, who broke your heart, then pieced it back together - even if there were still cracks - that you were starving yourself; that you were beating yourself up.

maybe max wouldn't do it anymore, though. maybe he'd start eating again, for marley.

"i... okay." he smiled sadly at the other, intertwining their fingers. he kissed his forehead, the sad smile plastering his face. he didn't want to end up in an argument, or anything, so they'd talk about this later. they'd talk about it tomorrow, if marley had the heart.

( out of character ) I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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^{[color=lightgreen]make a wish on our sorry little hearts}
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=black][size=8][sup]i might be a happy person, but everyone has those times when they think lowly of themselves. you just get so depressed one day, and it might be because a loved one died, or because someone said something that just set something in your mind off. right now, fallen thinking lowly of himself made me kind of depressed. just thinking about someone beating themselves up just because of what someone said, did, or something like that made me so f.cking upset. i tried my hardest to keep strong, you know? i seemed to be the strongest of my band - strongest in the head, i mean. i was always there for anyone who needed me, and i kind of hadn't noticed i never told anyone if i was upset until now. i was so good at covering it up, too, with being strong for other people, and all. it was just so easy to not realize that i was upset. well, i guess that didn't go for now, but any other time i just didn't realize that i wasn't okay.

"you know you can talk to me, right?" my voice was just barely a whisper, a tear finally rolling down my cheek. i kept my head down, wiping furiously at my eyes, hoping he hadn't noticed. i needed to be strong for him. i needed to be strong for everyone who needed me. "i'm always here for you, no matter what." i was going to say more, but the unsettling feeling in my stomach grew, and i knew what would be coming. ugh... maybe getting drunk wasn't such a good idea. i could already feel the horrible headache.

^{sure! where should we skip ahead to? c:}

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px inset transparent; height: 350px; width: 450px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=8][sup][color=black]marley stirred a little, his eyes fluttering open moments after. he sniffled, a smile etching across his face when feeling a body next to him. maxwell. his arms were wrapped around the frail boy's waist, and he pulled him a little closer, though careful as to try and not wake the boy up. he buried his face in the crook of the other's neck, closing his eyes once more. he missed this bliss was having max's body beside his, looking so peaceful as he slept. he was lad max was sleeping, too, because by the looks of it, he hadn't gotten much sleep for a while.

thank the heavens it was summer, so they could stay in bed all day, if they wanted to. of course, they were at marley's house, since, well; because they were. the slightly older's smile turned soft and barely-there, utterly content at the moment. nothing bad could destroy the bliss he was in, right now.

( out character ) well, let's just say it is. cx hope you don't mind that i had max stay over at marley's. and my muse is kinda low. sowwy.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=black][size=8][sup]i looked at him when i heard him speak, giving him a sad smile. i could tell very clearly his smile was fake - it was like a sixth sense of mine. no matter how good of a fake smile it may have been, i still knew it was fake. but i decided not to say anything about it, and instead just closed my eyes and snuggled impossibly closer to him. the feeling in my stomach grew worse until i knew i should probably go to the bathroom. without saying anything, afraid i'd just vomit while trying to speak, i got up and jogged to the bathroom. i knelt down in front of the toilet, lifting both the lit and seat up. i gripped either side of the porcelain, and hung my head over the hole. after a few moments of waiting, it finally came out. yeah, now i know why i don't get drunk very often at all.

( out of character ) UGH NO FAIR MAN I CANT WAIT TILL MY BDAY ALL I IS GONNA ASK FOR IS BAND MERCH WHOOP ohmygosh and like a week or something after my b-day, i'm going on an airplane for the first freaking time. aaaggghhh //cries with you bc mitch//

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=black][size=8][sup]i groaned at his words, though i was laughing on the inside. pfft, i'll just blame it on zayne; everyone blames zayne for, like, everything. at this point, he didn't even give a sh-t, which just made it even funnier. once i was finally done, which was after about a minute or two, i spit and flushed, then got up to my feet. i yelped silently, almost falling back down. i leaned against the wall for support, and just stood there for a moment as i tried to get myself back together. i took a deep breath and walked over to the sink. i turned the faucet on and splashed my face with water, then rinsed my mouth. i brushed my teeth, then stumbled my way back out. i walked to the little kitchenette area and opened the tiny fridge, grabbing a water bottle. i shut the fridge and wobbled back over to fallen, plopping down beside him.

"i'll just... blame it on zayne," i mumbled, having to pause in the middle to yawn. i opened the water bottle and took a good few gulps, the twisted the cap back on and kept it in my hands. i snuggled into the other - yeah, this would be a drunken night i'd remember. f-ck, i needed some aspirin or something. i'm too lazy, though, so i just snuggled even closer, trying to ignore the stupid f-cking pain in my head, and closed my eyes. fallen was comfy.

( out of character ) i'm going to alabama to see my g-ma, who i haven't seen for, like, five or six years, or something like that. she's not doin' so well... //uglysobcries//

[align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]i looked up and over to allie when she spoke, smiling a small, soft, but genuine smile. i looked at my arms and hands, then back up at her, chuckling lightly. they were really too much alike. daisy wanted to get some 'art' too. i told her she could get a small one when she was fifteen, because why not? she told me she wanted to get lots of the things i drew for her tattooed on her, which made me feel sort of proud. she told me the first tattoo she'd get was the one of the butterfly with tattered wings, with the lyrical quote 'sometimes you gotta fall before you fly', on her stomach, just above her left hip. then she was going to get the drawing of jack and sally i drew when i was freshman in high school - yeah, one of my oldest drawings.

some of the tattoos i got were things that tommy drew. like the one on my back; the 'keep the faith' tattoo, with the pumpkin under it. and the little scorpion on my neck. there were lots he used to make fun of, too, like the two on my knuckles/fingers. i mean, who gets 'halloween' and 'bookworm' tattooed on their knuckles/fingers? and the one going around my right wrist saying 'i wish i were a ghost'. he even made fun of me for getting that frankenstein tattoo; the frankenstein he drew! daisy teases me about some of them, too, and the exact same ones tommy used to always tease me about. i didn't regret any of them, but i had to admit that some of them were pretty... odd? different. just different. but, i guess, that was kind of the point.

jamie nodded with her statement, and i just shrugged, cracking my knuckles. "i like the one that say 'i wish i were a ghost' the most, 'cause it's simple, but it's cool," daisy blurted, and i let out an almost inaudible chuckle. "some of the tattoos daddy has are things that dadda drew." i tensed a little at the word 'dadda', and my hear started racing. not only because was tommy a touchy subject, but what if jamie was, like, you know... homophobic, or something? daisy seemed to notice, because she shut up immediately after she said that. but she smiled after only two seconds, and started talking again, obviously trying to change the subject. "mister jamie?" she started, obviously catching the guy's name from earlier, "do you have any brothers or sisters?" way to change the subject, daisy.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px inset transparent; height: 350px; width: 450px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=8][sup][color=black]the thought of not wanting to wake him up was pushed to the back of his mind when he felt the heat radiating from max's body. he frowned and opened his eyes at hearing muttered words, and slightly pulled away, just enough to see the other's face. his expression turned into one of worry and concern, only heightened when seeing beads of sweat on the poor boy's forehead. marley gulped silently, carefully unwrapping his arms from the other, and sat himself up. he put his hands on either of max's shoulders, and started to shake him gently. "max? max, wake up. hey, babe, it's just a dream. wake up." his voice wasn't too loud, not wanting to startle his older brother or parents if they were awake, or even here.

without thinking, he got up and out of the bed, jogging to his door. he opened it and took a look around. he could hear the t.v. going on in his brother's room, and he guessed his parents weren't home, otherwise they'd be downstairs. he closed his door and walked back over to max, crawling back in beside him. he got on his knees, and put his hands back on his shoulders, continuing to shake him, though not roughly. "maxxy, baby, come on. wake up." he got down closer to the other boy's face, and pushed strands of hair out of his face, kissing his sweaty forehead. "wake up, babe. it's okay, it's just a dream. wake up and we can watch a movie, or something, 'kay?"

( out of character ) i know, right? it's a beautiful song; one of my favorites. it holds so much meaning and it's just... perfect. <3

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=black][size=8][sup]i hummed silently, snuggling as close as i possibly could. i smiled faintly, though the thought of him beating himself up made it fade. if he wanted to talk about it, he'd talk about it; i wasn't going to push him into talking about it. that'd probably just make things worse, you know? i mean, i really wanted to help as much as i could, but i wouldn't push him to talk or anything. this sort of things take some time.

i yawned silently, the faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips again. "you're really sweet, you know that?" my voice was barely a whisper, soft and gentle. i was just trying to break the silence, in which could have been cut with a f-cking knife. it was deafening.

( out of character ) aw, thanks love. <3 //hugglezandsobs// it's perfectly alright, darling. i totallyi really say that word too much understand. c:
oh my gosh, look up 'second & sebring cover patty walters' on youtube. he's amazing.

^{you're... amazing.
ahem.}

^{we should, like, really do a band roleplay together.
bxb, of course. bands.
bands. bands. BANDS.
ahem.}

^{i don't really have a whole idea in mind. maybe the whole classic 'bands on tour' thing, with some drama & angst added into the mix. like at some point we could add some jealousy, or somethin'. i dunno, just... i need band roleplays. because bands, you know?
oh, and the band i'd play is 'as it is'. they're not like world wide famous like ptv, sws, atl, ect, ect, but they're damn good. it could be like they're first tour. plus, i just want an excuse to use patty walters as my face claim. d: you should look up patty walters on youtube. he has so many cover songs, and songs of his won with his band. man, he and his band mates are amazing. just do it.}

^{i feel like i'm missing something.
oh well. //shrug//}

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»mickey • patrick • walters«

Meeting you
Name;;
"oh, not to be rude, but did you not hear? eh, i was probably being too quiet. the name's mickey. erm, mickey patrick walters."

Nickname;;
"well, i don't think i really have any. i mean, my name's mickey, after all. mickey. yes, it's my real name, and i love it, thank you."

age;;
"i'm nineteen, turning twenty in about two months and a week, or whatever."

gender;;
"oh dear, are you alright? oh, i'm really sorry if you're, you know, blind. i know my voice is higher than most guys', but i'm a dude."

Skateboard;;
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On the outside
Hair color;;
"blonde. dirty-blonde. whatever you wanna call it. by the way, i'm not a stereotype. just saying."

eye color;;
"it's like this weird, silvery-blue color. it's just light and... weird."

skin tone;;
"porcelain, i guess. i can never seem to get tan, even though i'm outside all of the freaking time."

Facing your Fear
disorders;;
"insomnia's a b-tch. oh, and does awkwardness count? aha."

diseases;;
"well, i sure hope not!"

fears;;
"i hate small and confined places, otherwise known as claustrophobia; and being alone forever. oh, and i really don't like it when it gets too silent for too long. getting angry and people and yelling at them has always given me the shivers, too. i despise fighting so much, it's not even funny."

Feeling the love
Sexuality;;
"i'm a proud panromantic homosexual."

Crush;;
"ha! no. well, um, not yet."

BF/GF;;
"i am utterly single, though it's not as bad as it sounds, i have to admit."

siblings;;
"i'm an only child, which kind of sucks. not having siblings isn't as cool and fun as it sounds."

enemies;;
"i probably do, i just don't know who. that rhymed."

[font=papyrus]Responding as a Roleplayer
Username;;
never. [but my display name is obviously ➢ anchor ]

nickname;;
you can call me whatever you'd like! c:

activity;;
usually eight or nine out of ten. just depends, you know? oh! but i am going to a wedding this weekend, so i might be just a tad bit inactive then.

average muse;;
i'd say a six, seven or eight. it just depends, really.

other;;
taking home the gold

lowercase for style. c:

^{thank you love! can't wait!
by the way, love your avvie and siggy. avril is amazing. <3}

^{pfft, well i think all of your characters are quite lovely. they're all unique and their own person, which is awesome. c;}

^{it's, you know, whatever. ha.}

^{oh my gosh, panda. yes. that's freaking perfect. x3}

^{tracking (for now, of course)}

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^{LONG LIVE THE RECKLESS AND THE BRAVE}
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i chuckled lightly to myself, not bothering to do any tricks or anything. i was far too lazy and sweaty to do that, at the moment. i'd done enough already, so i decided to take a break. i took a sip from the water bottle in my hands, thankful i hadn't forgotten it like i did a lot of times. i twisted the cap back on, making my way back to the warehouse. it wasn't too far away, i guess, which was a very good thing, right now. it was hotter than balls out here, and i was sweating big time. at least i had a tank top on. i never wore shorts, despite having all my tattoos on my legs. and despite the fact it was one hundred ten f-cking degrees out. i didn't have any shorts that fit me, so i threw 'em out. they were too big, and i don't think i'm going to grow any time soon. or ever. shorty for life!

once i got to the warehouse, i kicked my skateboard up into my free hand, panting by now. i pushed through the door, letting out a big huff of air. my smile was small, but it was genuine, as i walked further into the little place. i spotted two of the girls on the floor, but they looked like they were having a conversation, and it's be rude to interrupt. so i walked over to where i put my backpack, totally forgetting it when i went out. usually i went with one of the guys or girls, but i decided this time to just to ride solo.

i plopped down by my bag, leaning against the wall with one knee up, the other leg 'flat' on the ground. i closed my eyes and took a few gulps of the water, setting my skateboard on my backpack. i looked up to the girls, and twisted the cap back on the water bottle. i rolled it over to them, then wiped at my face again. damn this hot weather. that's what you get for being a runaway in california.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=black][size=8][sup]i silently thanked him - in my mind, obviously - for breaking the silence. i giggled at him, moving after he shifted so i'd sit in his lap. i hummed silently, curling up with my head on his chest. i knew i was sobering up, which oddly, i really didn't want to be doing. he was still drunk, i knew - i think? i mean, it'd feel weird to have some sober guy cuddling up to a drunken guy. plus, we just f-cking made out.

did that mean...? pfft, no. no...

my stomach did a little flip, a lump forming in my throat. i gulped it down, though inaudibly. i yawned again, letting myself curl limply. i was, you know, kind of tired. without thinking, i grabbed one of his hands with mine; the one without the glove and painted fingernails. i blinked a few times before closing my eyes again, a small smile on my face. "you're comfy," i whispered, giggling after. "the other guys are probably so drunk off their asses they can't see," i mumbled after a few seconds, giggling a few more times.

( out of character) ugh, he's just... his voice is so unique and stuff. and he's so sweet and funny, too. and awkward. my obsession is showing through.
i just want to congratulate you on you eight days clean! it's a big deal, it really is, and you deserve a 'good job'. c: you're a wonderful person, and don't you forget that. <3