Posts by cassius.

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    Ajax flinched, gaze wavering for a moment. "I dont care. You cant take it away from me. Its all i have." He growled, yanking his shirt away. Although the redhead was terrified, he would still fight if he had to. Jareds phone was the only thing he had of him. He wouldnt ever give that away, and certainly not to the man who killed him. Whatever this guy was thinking, Ajax knew for a fact that he didnt truly love him. All of this just made him want to throw up. Thinga were far too complicated and messy at this point. Ajax couldnt stop thinking about ehat he did to deserve this.


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    VALENTINE "VAL" HENDERSON .


    The seventeen year old didn't want to die. Honestly, he didn't know how he deserved this. The peppy blond had decided to help two people near the alley. They told him that they had a flat tire on the other end, and just needed someone to help hold some mechanical thing that the young man had forgotten. Once they were in the alleyway, they mugged Val. Of course, he tried to get it back, and that only resulted in getting stabbed twice in the chest. So there he was, panicking, as he tried to stop the ongoing blood that continued to pour out of the wound. Every move was agonizing, it was obvious especially by the fear in his blue oculars. The teen just wnated the pain to go away. He couldnt help the small sobs that escaped his lips. Of course, nobody stopped to help him. It just made the naive teen realize how cruel this world was.


    The scrawny figure just leaned his back against the wall, struggling to breathe. This was terrible. He didn't understand what he had done wrong to get mugged. Was it because he was the only person that they saw? He didn't know. Val could only hope twenty dollars was worth someone's life. He closed his eyes, trembling slightly.


    Plot-- your charcacter is his guardian angel. Unable to see the death of the one he has to protect, your character breaks the rile on not to interfere with fate, so he goes down to earth to help Val. What happens when he has to face the consequences of his actions?
    Please be active and post everyday.
    Post at least a paragraph.
    Boyxboy
    Don't abandon the thread please.
    Just post a picture of your charrie and jump in!


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    VALENTINE "VAL" HENDERSON .


    The seventeen year old didn't want to die. Honestly, he didn't know how he deserved this. The peppy blond had decided to help two people near the alley. They told him that they had a flat tire on the other end, and just needed someone to help hold some mechanical thing that the young man had forgotten. Once they were in the alleyway, they mugged Val. Of course, he tried to get it back, and that only resulted in getting stabbed twice in the chest. So there he was, panicking, as he tried to stop the ongoing blood that continued to pour out of the wound. Every move was agonizing, it was obvious especially by the fear in his blue oculars. The teen just wnated the pain to go away. He couldnt help the small sobs that escaped his lips. Of course, nobody stopped to help him. It just made the naive teen realize how cruel this world was.


    The scrawny figure just leaned his back against the wall, struggling to breathe. This was terrible. He didn't understand what he had done wrong to get mugged. Was it because he was the only person that they saw? He didn't know. Val could only hope twenty dollars was worth someone's life. He closed his eyes, trembling slightly.


    Plot-- your charcacter is his guardian angel. Unable to see the death of the one he has to protect, your character breaks the rile on not to interfere with fate, so he goes down to earth to help Val. What happens when he has to face the consequences of his actions?
    Please be active and post everyday.
    Post at least a paragraph.
    Boyxboy
    Don't abandon the thread please.
    Just post a picture of your charrie and jump in!



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    Ezra only nodded, staying curled up on the couch. When the male came back, he was half asleep anyways. "Hmmm...you can have your room, babe...I'll just stay on the couch." He muttered softly, as he was already sprawled on the couch. Quite frankly, hed prefer to sleep in the same bed as the male, but he doubted that would happen right now with everything else going on.
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    Ezra actually chuckled softly, looking over at him. "I know...but it isnt because of that. I actually really dont want to move." The dark haired male responded gently. But with a sigh, he sat up, yawning. "But youre right, i guess. I still am scared of you." He said quietly, standing up.
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    He didnt have a chance to answer. Ezra only sighed, going upstairs and to the others room. It felt odd, to sleep in his room without Seb even in it. But he curled up in the covers and fell asleep in no time at all.
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    Im just gonna timeskip


    The young man was up and early. It was mainly due to a nightmare, and then he couldnt fall back asleep. He just brushed his teeth with the toothbrush he normally kept here before going downstairs quietly. He started to make breakfast for the two of them, hoping today would turn out to be better than yesterday.


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    Jenson Villarie
    Seventeen years old
    Loner & preserved


    The young man didnt have any friends. Jenson was the new kid at school, he certainly wasnt taking it very well. The boy was gay for one, making him pretty shy and self conscious. He felt ugly, Jenson was just lonely. It pained him to walk around school, seeing all of the happy couples. He craved a relationship, one that made him feel loved and incredibly breathtaking. It wouldnt happen though, the male was sure of it. Nobody noticed him at school. He was simply a nobody at school. At times, the male enjoyed it, but as the days grew into weeks, he was practically starved of any social interaction whatsoever.


    Being an insomniac, sleep never came easy to him. But as he slipped under the comforter of his bed tonight, he felt oddly at ease and relaxed. The slim male leaned his head against his pillow, eyes fluttering shut. When he opened his eyes again, Jenson seemed to know that he was dreaming. Rays of light shown through his blinds, already alerting him that he was still asleep. Regardless, dreams like this was strange. Jenson was so used to the all to familiar black abyss that he was sucked into when he rarely slept. So, of course, the male stood up. He sauntered over to his dresser, looking at himself in the mirror. Although he was dreaming, he felt wide awake. Green oculars stared back at him with surprise. He looked...and felt...beautiful. His ivory complexion seemed to glow, making his eyes pop. He just seemed brighter...and not the sleep ridden male that he usually was. His hair wasnt matted, and he didnt have bags under his eyes. Biting down on his lower lip, the male padded down the stairs in his pajamas and made his way outside. It was such a beautiful day...er...at least in his dream it was. A figure of another male was leaning against a tree that resided near the porch. Though he couldnt quite make all the details out, he coud tell the male was grinning--quite a mischievous one at that.


    "Well, arent you just a sight for sore eyes?"


    Plot -- Jenson is plagued by your character, who is a rather angry spirit of a bad boy from quite a time ago, that torments him in his dreams. However, at first, your character puts on quite a show, making Jenson fall hard and fast for your character. Visits with your character makes Jenson more bold and social, it makes him more confident about his appearance. The more Jenson sleeps...the more he dreams....the more he dreams? The more powerful your character gets, up to the point where he could have Jenson dream him up whenever he wants (can be quite a dangerous predicament...while driving, in school, ect.). Thats when things get nasty. Y/c shows his true side; his possessive and cruel side. So much so that Jenson is utterly miserable and has to cut ties with family and friends, just to keep your character from harming them or Jenson himself. All because Jenson promised to be y/c special boyfriend. What happens when Jenson tried to stop y/c? Will he be able to? Or will he not be able to get rid of the attachment that he feels towards your character?
    -if the plot isnt easily understandable, please ask for clarification and ill gladly go more in depth c:
    -this is inspired by a fear street book that i read quite awhile back.
    To join, please make a response to the first post, with simply a picture and name for your character.
    Please do not abandon the thread. Post at least once a day.
    Post at least two paragraphs.
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    Jenson Villarie
    Seventeen years old
    Loner & preserved


    The young man didnt have any friends. Jenson was the new kid at school, he certainly wasnt taking it very well. The boy was gay for one, making him pretty shy and self conscious. He felt ugly, Jenson was just lonely. It pained him to walk around school, seeing all of the happy couples. He craved a relationship, one that made him feel loved and incredibly breathtaking. It wouldnt happen though, the male was sure of it. Nobody noticed him at school. He was simply a nobody at school. At times, the male enjoyed it, but as the days grew into weeks, he was practically starved of any social interaction whatsoever.


    Being an insomniac, sleep never came easy to him. But as he slipped under the comforter of his bed tonight, he felt oddly at ease and relaxed. The slim male leaned his head against his pillow, eyes fluttering shut. When he opened his eyes again, Jenson seemed to know that he was dreaming. Rays of light shown through his blinds, already alerting him that he was still asleep. Regardless, dreams like this was strange. Jenson was so used to the all to familiar black abyss that he was sucked into when he rarely slept. So, of course, the male stood up. He sauntered over to his dresser, looking at himself in the mirror. Although he was dreaming, he felt wide awake. Green oculars stared back at him with surprise. He looked...and felt...beautiful. His ivory complexion seemed to glow, making his eyes pop. He just seemed brighter...and not the sleep ridden male that he usually was. His hair wasnt matted, and he didnt have bags under his eyes. Biting down on his lower lip, the male padded down the stairs in his pajamas and made his way outside. It was such a beautiful day...er...at least in his dream it was. A figure of another male was leaning against a tree that resided near the porch. Though he couldnt quite make all the details out, he coud tell the male was grinning--quite a mischievous one at that.


    "Well, arent you just a sight for sore eyes?"


    Plot -- Jenson is plagued by your character, who is a rather angry spirit of a bad boy from quite a time ago, that torments him in his dreams. However, at first, your character puts on quite a show, making Jenson fall hard and fast for your character. Visits with your character makes Jenson more bold and social, it makes him more confident about his appearance. The more Jenson sleeps...the more he dreams....the more he dreams? The more powerful your character gets, up to the point where he could have Jenson dream him up whenever he wants (can be quite a dangerous predicament...while driving, in school, ect.). Thats when things get nasty. Y/c shows his true side; his possessive and cruel side. So much so that Jenson is utterly miserable and has to cut ties with family and friends, just to keep your character from harming them or Jenson himself. All because Jenson promised to be y/c special boyfriend. What happens when Jenson tried to stop y/c? Will he be able to? Or will he not be able to get rid of the attachment that he feels towards your character?
    -if the plot isnt easily understandable, please ask for clarification and ill gladly go more in depth c:
    -this is inspired by a fear street book that i read quite awhile back.
    To join, please make a response to the first post, with simply a picture and name for your character.
    Please do not abandon the thread. Post at least once a day.
    Post at least two paragraphs.
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    Ezra paused for a moment, looking at him through the corner of his eye with a smile. "Good morning, love. How would you like your eggs?" He asked softly, focusing on the food now. He was determined to make this a good day for the both of them. He couldnt change who Sebastian was. Despite what he did, his love didnt fade for the other. So he would just have to suppress that dark secret, to try and forget.


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    He started to scramble the eggs, shaking his head. "Im okay. Only if you want some, though." He replied, sliding the scrambled eggs on a plate. "So..whatre your plans for today?"


    Rushed


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    Jenson seemingly froze when he heard the rather arrogant voice. At first, the blond didnt really know what to think. For one, he wondered who the guy was. Hed been told that you dreamt of people youve seen before. He would have remembered seeing such a face -- the man was very attractive. The way he held himself, as Jenson could already tell, meant that he probably was pretty ... prideful. A blush stained his pale cheeks at the words. He wasnt used to receiving compliments, or flirtatious words for that matter. Thats why Jenson was rather at loss for words.


    He took a few steps towards his house reluctantly, green hues staring at the unknown male warily. "Uh...no, not really." He mumbled out. You see, Jenson didnt really talk to a lot of people. So he was way worse than awkward. "May I ask who you are?" He added apologetically, the blush lingering on his face. Something about this guy made him nervous and flustered. He just seemed so confident...while Jenson was everything but. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from this guy. Then again...wasnt this all just a dream? He controlled whatever happened in it...right?


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    Jenson watched warily as the male stepped closer. He nodded at his name. Andrew. It seemed to fit the other well. "Jenson." He replied quietly, gnawing away at is lower lip. He didnt know what was wrong with him. The male just made him incredibly nervous and rather uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he didnt recall ever meeting this male. The wiry teen just couldnt wrap his head around the idea of dreaming of a complete stranger. Andrew not knowing his name almost confirmed to him that he was a stranger.


    "Y-yeah...you do." He mumbled softly, immediately looking away from him. The blush seemed to be permanently drawn on his face.


    Rushed.



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    With such a smile on his face, it was easy to dismiss the chuckle. Jenson found his smile to be gorgeous--it made him melt. Hearing his own name roll off the males tongue made him blush darker. "Thank you." He murmured softly, blue hues looking away from him. How could he possibly be embarrassed in his own dream? Was he really that bad? He fiddled with his fingers, thinking. "Can we go inside?" He suddenly asked, almost as if he could feel the others gaze on him. He actually started walking up to the porch without waiting for his response, too nervous and jittery to wait. He didnt know what it was about Andrew. He was just so enticing and attractive. Jenson had to keep reminding himself that this was just a dream, and he probably wouldnt ever se the male again. The thought actually placed a small frown of his face-it was saddening.


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    He leaned against the porch railing for a moment, looking out at the vast field. It signified that he liked to be secluded from others. Still, it was gorgeous. A light smile played across his face. "Im not....really one for extravagant thinks. Im nothing special." He responded in his soft, hushed voice. Jenson had a hard time believing that he was anything special. He just didn't think he was attractive enough, or that there would always be someone out there that looked way better than he did.


    The slim male reached the door, nodded slightly. "Of course....thank you." He replied, the smile still lingering on his face. He was appreciative that the male had manners. He previously judged him as the daring and arrogant type. It was a relief knowing that he possessed such manners. When he opened the door, the blond went inside, looking around for a second before merely plopping down on the couch.
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    Ezra had to choke back a sob while the male was talking. He could only nod his head mutely, unable to make words come out of his mouth. He leaned against the counter, letting everything sink in before he finally made his decision. The tall male quietly made his way upstairs, pausing in the others doorway reluctantly. He walked over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I love you, Nickolai. I really do. I want to stay with you...im just scared." He whispered quietly, chewing on his lower lip anxiously.
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    Jenson seemingly froze when he heard the rather arrogant voice. At first, the blond didnt really know what to think. For one, he wondered who the guy was. Hed been told that you dreamt of people youve seen before. He would have remembered seeing such a face -- the man was very attractive. The way he held himself, as Jenson could already tell, meant that he probably was pretty ... prideful. A blush stained his pale cheeks at the words. He wasnt used to receiving compliments, or flirtatious words for that matter. Thats why Jenson was rather at loss for words.


    He took a few steps towards his house reluctantly, green hues staring at the unknown male warily. "Uh...its Jenson." He mumbled out. You see, Jenson didnt really talk to a lot of people. So he was way worse than awkward. "May I ask who you are?" He added apologetically, the blush lingering on his face. Something about this guy made him nervous and flustered. He just seemed so confident...while Jenson was everything but. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from this guy. Then again...wasnt this all just a dream? He controlled whatever happened in it...right?


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