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  • a dangerous [p]retty face. } lostt at seaa } narnia

    Sam raised a brow, but shook the kids hand anyway. "Sam DuChamp. A fairly simple name to come by" he said, trying to ease the tension with a joke. He chuckled, brown eyes meeting Gen's. "I've never seen you around here either. Guess we just never introduced ourselves at any point" he said, shrugging his shoulders simply. "The Queen knows I'm here though. Of course" Sam chuckled, but little did Gen know that the boy was lying. He was one thief of many; someone who made friends, stole from them, and ran off without being caught.


    Much like Gen, he had some pretty nasty scars himself. But, to be a thief, you had to be like Sam. Even though he was only 14, it didn't mean that he couldn't tell a definitely believable lie and throw a few punches. Hand to hand combat was one of his strengths, and obviously, so was knife-throwing. He walked over to a certain object on another corner of the room. It was two poles separated about 2 meters in length, and another pole sat sturdily on top of them. A place to practice chin-ups. Sam peeled off his shirt, revealing his muscled torso. And multiple scars starting at his shoulder and descending down his back. He wasn't nervous when someone saw them; he thought of scars as a special part of who you are.


    That they represented being brave at some points in your lifetime. He grabbed the bar, lifting his feet off the floor. The muscles in his arms instantly showed, and he began to lift his body up towards the bar. Touching his neck to the bar, he let himself back down without touching the floor, and repeated it over and over again.

  • it's a strange thing, y[o]u know, watching everyone around you change. }

    He opened his mouth to say a smart remark to Leah, but heard Gavyn's voice. He sighed, turning around slowly. "Oh Gavyn. Hey man. So, I guess you came here to see me?" he said, voice deadly calm. He remembered this kid. Pulled a knife on him and ripped it down his shoulder. Now he refused to take his shirt off at karate in case someone asked. It brought back bad memories, that scar. He flashed a devilish smile, studying the boy's posture. There was numerous ways he could take him down right now, but he didn't move.


    "And I guess you're also here to get your a-s kicked" he smiled, making a small motion to Phloe for her to stay there.

  • i solemnly swear i am up to no good. } rp. }

    Tyler sighed as she walked away, brown eyes flickering sadly. He bit his lip shyly, looking out the window beside him. He was at the back of the room, and being able to look through the window was what he loved. Tyler had been in there quite a few times. Pain scorched through his arm as he stood up, but he used his good arm to pull off his shirt. He kept on his jeans, not caring about sleeping in them. White scars were barely visible on his back; beginning at his shoulders and descending down his back. He reached back, stroking one gently with his finger. He closed his eyes, gently forcing himself back into the bed.

  • and the world came tumbling d[o]wn.

    Time took the Mentos hesitantly, eyes flashing worriedly. She nodded once, taking only a couple long strides into the room. She watched the door open, and Andrew and Dean stepped in. Oh god. Where was that younger kid? She took a big breath, not quite whether she let it out or not.


    "Stop right there" came a voice from behind the boys, and they stopped in their tracks. Kalen thought it was the police, but Tyler knew exactly who it was. "Ryan," he began coldly, turning around slowly. His brown eyes stared into that of the barrel of a gun. He didn't flinch though. Kalen wanted to punch the kid, but didn't do anything. Ryan looked from Tyler to Kalen, brown eyes flickering in interest. "Twins" he said with a smile, still keeping the gun trained between Tyler's eyes.


    The click of another gun echoed through the alley, and Ryan sighed and closed his eyes. The cold circle of the gun pressed into his temple, and the 16 year old dropped the gun with a thud. He didn't do anything other than that though. As for Tyler and Kalen, they were both grinning ear to ear. The unknown boy to Ryan flashed a smile, flicking his brown hair to the side. "Twins. Didn't think I'd see you here." "And we didn't think we'd see you again since 6th grade" Tyler laughed, brown eyes looking over at the boy. His name was Sam Chambers, and he had been friends with the twins since kindergarten. His eyes were a stunning blue, and he was just plain handsome.

  • carrots, cheesecake, and colorado. } question. }

    'ello dere. this will become a chat thread ONCE my question in answered.


    ok, so i need someone advanced in fancyposts to make me just something simple. no background, or anything like that, just a simple black border. dotted and rounded corners please. :]


    i can't make fancyposts, so sorry for the inconvenience.

  • i solemnly swear i am up to no good. } rp. }

    Before you could say 'Dumbledore's beard', Tyler was asleep. But he never woke up when the feathered head of Kalen slid under his chin and cuddled beside him.


    -morning-


    Tyler awoke to sunlight filtering in through the window beside him. He groaned, stuffing his face into his pillow. Kalen nuzzled Tyler's temple, silky soft head tickling him. The 13 year old laughed, sitting up. The covers fell off his naked torso, and Kalen climbed onto his lap. When Madam Pomffrey came in, he pulled the covers up quickly and watched her. She raised a brow, tending to another patient.

  • and the world came tumbling d[o]wn.

    Time's breathing became rapid as Chase stepped in the room, and she felt extremely protective of Christina all of a sudden. But she didn't do anything. Didn't say anything, didn't move. She followed Spider out, stuffing the Mentos in her pocket.


    The four boys all looked at each other, deciding what to do. "I'm not gonna do anything for Christ's sake. That kid has my gun and there's another pointed at my face" Ryan said coldly, looking at his gun which Kalen was holding. The 13 year old grinned devilishly, and Tyler flicked his hair. "You don't like Chase do you?" "No." "Will you help us screw him over?" Tyler asked, face becoming serious. Ryan glanced at the group, stopping at Colin. The 15 year old's concentration didn't waver as he aimed the gun at Ryan. Ryan looked at Tyler now. "Yeah. I'll help."

  • a dangerous [p]retty face. } lostt at seaa } narnia

    Sam stopped, dropping to the mats. He looked at Gen with intent brown eyes, before studying his bare feet. He shook his head. "No. It wasn't actually" he said quietly, biting his lip for a moment. "My dad didn't appreciate my fighting skills when I was younger. He had a whip. Put the pieces together."


    And now it was easy to see. Those long scars were slash marks from the whip which was drawn down his back without hesitation.

  • and the world came tumbling d[o]wn.

    Time nodded once, blue eyes flashing with fear. She sat down at the chair in front of Spider's computer, glancing at him. She sighed quietly, logging in to her account quickly.


    Someone's phone rang in the alley, and they looked around. Tyler rose his hand a little bit, taking it out of his pocket and looking at it. He rose an eyebrow as he read it, running a hand through his brown hair. "What's wrong LaChance?" Colin asked suspiciously, hands at his sides. Ryan had made a sure promise not to run, as Colin threatened to splatter his brains all upon the wall. He still held the gun though, and his blue eyes flashed with slight suspicion. "It's Christina. She says Dean and Chase can't wait to see me" he said quietly, and Kalen smirked. "If you believe that crap. When I saw Christina last, she was unconscious on the floor" he said, and Tyler's eyes widened.

  • it's like... every[o]ne wants to pick a fight. }


    Blood spattered on the wall. The four boys laughed, looking at the figure huddled on the ground. The boy coughed again, scarlet liquid once again making it's home on the brick wall he was cornered against. At the moment, blood dripped from his lip and a cut was located above his left eye, which was swollen and purple.
    "Whatcha gonna do LaChance?" they taunted, smirking and snickering.
    He didn't say anything. Just sat there on the ground with no one to defend him. He was in middle school; a place where everything was normally good. But these bullies made it hell. Especially for Dylan LaChance.
    Blood was splattered in his milk chocolate brown hair, and his sapphire blue eyes flashed with anger. He didn't ever know what to do with situations such as these. Four boys, crowded around him and beating the sh-t out of him. Great life, right? But soon, as he lay there on the ground, they left. They walked away, laughing all the while about the boy who could never fit in. They laughed about the boy who had depression. About the boy who didn't have any friends.
    Dylan stayed there on the ground, eyes closed as rocks from the pavement pressed against his cheeks. The 13 year old finally sat up against the wall; his own blood staining his white shirt. A silver dog tag hung around his neck, jingling softly as he got up. His black jeans were dusty with dirt, but he didn't bother to dust them off.

  • carrots, cheesecake, and colorado. } question. }

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    [align=center][sub][font=georgia][color=black]thank you Snowy! :)


    can i call you Arrow? [question directed towards →.] thank you for offering. ^^


    anyone here wanna roleplay? i'd be more than happy to.

  • it's like... every[o]ne wants to pick a fight. }

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    [align=center][sub][font=georgia][color=black]The boy slightly flinched when he heard her voice, but relaxed when he saw it was just a girl.
    "Um... yeah. I'm fine" Dylan said quietly, standing up.
    Pain scorched down his rib cage, and he bit his tongue as he tried not to scream in pain.
    "Just some jerks" he said, trying to make it look as if he was ok.
    He flashed a smile at her, flicking his brown hair. The twinkle that was normally in his blue eyes was gone; as it had been for several weeks. You're probably thinking, 'why doesn't he tell the teachers?', 'why doesn't he go get help from his parents?'. But the problem is, he can't do that. Those kids had been bullying him for such a long time, but even when he told his parents, they did nothing.
    He had gone to tell the principle, but the leader of the group dragged him outside and kicked him in the head. The boys in that group were jerks to everyone, but no one really knew what Dylan was going through. They thought he was being a baby when he said that those kids beat him everyday. Even when he came to school like this; black eye swollen to the size of a baseball, lip cut open, and purple bruises all down his side, they didn't care.
    He had never gotten the chance to tell the principle, or a teacher. Those kids seemed to plan out his every move. Dylan LaChance couldn't do anywhere without being worried they would kick his a-s to the moon.

  • out of the element. } rp. }

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    [align=center][sub][font=georgia][color=black]Tyler watched them, brown eyes flickering with appreciation. He flashed a smile at everyone, and stopped climbing for a moment. "That's a good idea Isabella" he said smiling, grabbing the rope and holding it for Jenna. "Thanks guys" he grinned, climbing a little farther up.

  • a dangerous [p]retty face. } lostt at seaa } narnia

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    [align=center][sub][font=georgia][color=black]Sam put his white t-shirt back on, sliding out the door after him. He watched carefully from a distance, biting his lip to hold back laughter. This was his chance. Stupid kid, almost began to trust him. He walked briskly down the hallway away from the throne room and up two staircases. He opened the first door on the left on the third floor, stepping in and closing it quietly. He took out a small sack from his pocket, dog tag jingling softly as he walked over to the bedside table in the room. It was the queen's room. And God was it huge. Several closets, chairs, and mirrors. And her bed was extremely large; enough to fit four people with no problem.


    He opened a drawer, stuffing multiple diamonds and rubies into the sack. He found gold coins, and other precious items and tied up the bag with a thin string. Harder to get off that way. The 13 year old stepped out, looking into the eyes of a guard. He smiled deviously. "Hello" he said, kicking him in the groin. The grown man fell to the ground, yelling warnings down the hallway as Sam started to run. He slid down the stair rail, leaping off at the last second. He headed out the door, laughing and smiling as men ran after him.

  • i solemnly swear i am up to no good. } rp. }

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    [align=center][sub][font=georgia][color=black]"Alright Tyler. Wrap this bandage around your rib cage; you have some nasty marks there. Other than that, your arm has been successfully healed and you can go" Madam Pomffrey said with a smile, walking out of the room. Tyler smiled to himself, sitting upwards. He let the covers fall, and he grabbed his wand from the bedside table. He whispered a simple spell, a mirror exactly his height appearing in front of him.
    He looked at himself in the mirror, flinching at what he saw. Multiple scratches covered his left side where he had landed, the blood dry and crusty. There was one large bruise down his whole ribcage, beginning to turn purple and blue. Tyler sighed, grabbing the bandage Madam Pomffrey had offered him and began wrapping it around his torso. He glanced at his clock while doing so, cursing under his breath as it was almost time for class to start.

  • i just want t[o] feel loved for once. }

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    [align=center][sub][font=georgia][color=black]Blue eyes flickered in the darkness, and a dark figure lay motionless in the bed. It was located beside a window, which a tree branch seemed to have a fond feeling for. It rattled and tapped on the window, and the girl pulled the curtains closed. More than just worried, she quickly reached down and grabbed a plug. She plugged it in the plug-in beside her bed, speedily pulling her hand up to her chest. She watched the lights in her room come to life, rainbow Christmas lights strung around the ceiling. A small, fake Christmas tree made it's home in the corner of the room, and the white lights around it brightened the room even more. The room lit up different colors, soothing the girl from the horror she had just witnessed.


    Sweat beaded on her forehead, Rhett DuChamp sat upright. She tucked her wavy blonde hair behind her ears, trying to calm down a little more. The dream she had was terrible, but she knew it wasn't real. She wouldn't be moving away from her perfectly perfect friends, and her middle school which she knew so well. Some of her Aunts and Uncles lived there, and her cousins were always fun to spend time with. The weather was beautiful, as was the forest nestled right behind her house. She watched the darkened sky light up with the amber sun, and her blue eyes flickered to the curtains. She opened them a crack, sunlight filtering in and landing upon the floor. Rhett's eyes wavered to her alarm clock, which wouldn't be ringing for another two hours. It was 5:00 in the morning, and school started at 9:00. She got up two hours before because her mother needed to work quite early, and her father was already at work.


    The 13 year old quietly pulled herself out of bed, longing for the warmth of her covers as soon as she stood up. She walked over to her dresser, which was right in front of her bed. She pulled a black long-sleeved shirt over her head, smiling down at the white symbol of the Deathly Hallows located in the middle. Her slender legs fit perfectly in her mint green jeans, and she smiled at herself in the mirror on her dresser. She pulled her hair into a fishtail braid to the side, and crept quietly down the stairs. To her surprise, her mother and father were sitting at the dining room table talking in hushed voices.


    "...Would break her heart."
    "I know, but we have to do it. It's for the best" her father finished, making Rhett's eyebrow lift.
    "Oh, Rhett. Come over here please" her mother called softly, beckoning to the chair beside her. Rhett walked over to the simple table, sitting beside her mother.
    "Dad, you're supposed to be at work."
    "I know sweetie, but we have something to talk about" he answered seriously, and worry flashed in her young eyes. Oh no. She failed grade 8. Or even worse, they were getting a divorce. But she didn't say anything, even though her thoughts banged on the inside of her head like a jackhammer.
    "Yes...?" she asked hesitantly. Her father sighed, making her more worried.
    "You see honey, we have been having a rough time lately. With jobs, and money. So, there is only one way to confront that."
    "And that is...?"


    "To start over. To move away from BC."


    Rhett couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was like a train ran over her multiple times, but she was still alive. A tear fell from her cheek, and she stood up.
    "No! We can't just leave! I have everything here! My friends, some of my family. Karate" she shouted, letting all of her rage fill the room.
    "I am almost the youngest black belt in my division! How could you take that away from me?" Rhett screamed, more tears falling down her pale face. her parents didn't say a word.
    "You can go to school this morning, and ask your friends if they want to come on a photoshoot. It would be so fun for you to just hang out with your friends and have fun" her mother said evenly, before moping up the stairs. She glared at her dad, and before she knew it, he was dressed and heading out the door. Had a later day at work today apparently.


    And soon it was 9:00, time for her to go to school for however long it took to invite her friends. She had been into photography for about two years, with both a film camera and a digital. She put on her almost-knee-height black boots, stepping out the door. She was going to walk today, as she didn't want to have an awkward silence in the car with her mother. A piece of hair fell out from her fishtail braid, but she didn't care. She let it hang in front of her gorgeous sapphire blue eyes. She walked down the street, realizing how strange it was to not walk to school with her backpack. Rhett kept going though, her mind not quite processing everything that was happening. When she got to school, she went to the office. She told them what was happening, and asked if they could call her friends to the office over the PA. Being friends with the secretary really was a good thing.


    Rhett smiled like nothing was wrong, and waited outside the office. Her friends came into view, and she smiled.


    ooc;;

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    [align=center][sub][font=georgia][color=black]if you roleplay this kid^ i will love you forever.

  • my favorite colin ford interviews. } come watch! }

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    [align=center][sub][font=georgia][color=black]i love colin ford. just saying.


    he is so handsome, amazing, and talented, and i wish i could meet him someday. here are some interviews with him and elle fanning. :] and i'll put my favorite quote from the video underneath.



    [align=center][sub][font=georgia][color=black]'i was afraid the garter snakes would get in my shoelaces and in my shirt. and then i would change later, and there would be this garter snake on my shoulder like 'hey colin'.'
    - colin ford



    [align=center][sub][font=georgia][color=black]colin; 'no animals were harmed in this film.'
    interviewer; 'did you look at my questions before we got here?'
    colin; '.... yes. i did.'


    'she tries to flirt with him but she's so... awkward. but i think that's what makes her so lovable.'
    - elle fanning



    [align=center][sub][font=georgia][color=black]'it's challenge. let's go.'
    - colin ford



    [align=center][sub][font=georgia][color=black]'and like you said, half the cup.'
    - colin ford


    'elle, would you like some?' <--- that wasn't funny, it was just cute the way he said it. ^_^
    - colin ford