Posts by londie

[font=georgia]"No."

The words left his mouth in a hurried fashion. Releasing a heavy, tired sigh, the boy ran his finger through his shaggy blonde hair, the action soothing him from the stressful moment his peers were pressing onto him. Leaning back against his chair and resting his feet comfortably against the table, Conor Richard Keuning took a sip from the bottle in his hands, eying his friend sitting beside him. The friend - Elijah - gave a loud groan in defiance before sprawling himself out across the small plastic surface. "Dude, it'll be so easy for you. Four, this month! This is a piece of cake!" The dare was to go out with the 'Heartbreaker of the School', Chloe Brooke, it was something he really wasn't in the mood for. But Eli was right about the number of girls he had been through, the greatest record up to date. The boy shifted his hard stare to the girl who sat across the room, surrounded by her own posse. They had just returned from doing god knows what, but they seemed quite pleased with themselves. He met and held Chloe's gaze for a moment before dropping it to look at the straw hanging out of the bottle, a smirk playing at his soft lips. Mischief danced through his aquatically coloured oculars at the thought of winning against his idiotic friends.

"Forty , from each of you, if I win?" Looking around at the boys around him, his tone was serious, the childish and excited act had completely vanished in a matter of seconds. His friends nodded carefully, knowing the consequences. They glanced at each other nervously, oh come on it was only forty dollars. "And forty from you to all of us, if you lose." That was definitely a risky move. Spending over 300 dollars on a lousy bet was something he and his family really couldn't afford, especially just for his nine moronic best friends. Was it really worth it? Though doubtful, the thought of gaining three hundred and sixty dollars sounded amazing. "Guys, I'm practically broke as it is and the first thing I promised my mom was that I wouldn't waste my money on you all." That just sent the table into a world of hysteria, though whilst the table all mocked him for being such a 'momma's boy' and laughed until their stomachs hurt, Conor hardly broke his expression. Money for him wasn't something to mess around with, his family meant too much.

Scrunching his nose, he took a chip out of the small packet before popping it into his mouth. "Look, Koon," the fact Brodie - one of the other boys - was using his nickname made him cringe. "All we're asking is for you to ask her out or somethin' then just mess around for a while to make her love youu." The annoying teenager accentuated the word 'love' in his small sentence while the other boys made kissy noises. Rolling his eyes Conor played with the sleeve of his leather jacket before deciding to speak for himself. "Alright! If you all shut up and stop being annoying, I might do it." His tone was thick with annoyance and stress. The table blew up once again, the noise unbearable. Elijah held out his hand for the boy in which he gladly took it, their eyes meeting, both pairs holding a challenging stare. The same word left both their lips, being spoken in unison.

"Deal."

[color=gold]/heh so i hope this was okay? and i was kind of thinking like conor could have around 6-7 siblings and in his family money is pretty tight, so that's kind of why he was quite iffy on doing the dare, if you don't mind ((:

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and sorry about pyrite's photo, it's not showing up on my ipad and i can't find the photo again. so imwas wondering if kitteh you could see it?

[font=georgia]Different thoughts were flying through his head at the same time. He was genuinely stuck on how to catch this girl. They had known each other since the ninth grade when he transferred, so good looks, a wink and a dashing smile weren't exactly going to help him in this scenario. He had never had to only use his personality before, most girls just fell for the gorgeous blue eyes and charming aura, but Chloe was like a wolf when it came to true feelings, she was sometimes cruel when trying to stop the affection. Rubbing his face roughly, attempting to clear his mind of the thoughts that possessed it, he looked over at the girl plaguing his mind. This was going to be a challenge.

The annoying ring of the bell made his head throb. Grabbing his bag and stood up before looking back round the table. He was the only one who was making an effort to make it to class. Class. AP Chemistry which meant forty plus minutes of flirting with a target he didn't know what to do with. Looking over at Chloe once again, he saw her also getting ready to leave, however decided against sparking a conversation before they got into the classroom. Brodie hit his arm playfully, laughing as though he wouldn't be able to do it. Conor rolled his eyes in quiet annoyance. "It's gonna be a walk in the park, let's be real here." The words were spoken, finally clearing the doubtful air around them.

Strolling into the chemical-filled room, a weird smell making him scrunch up his nose. Somehow he always gave a classroom a certain scent, this one not on his list of favourites. Making his way around the desks to the back, Conor slid into one of the small chairs before putting down his bag. A sudden thought sprung and a wave of dread and regret swept over him quickly. In this class there were no allocated seats, meaning he could've sat beside Chloe and struck up a conversation. Closing his eyes silently, he heaved a heavy sigh. perhaps he should've waited for her.

[color=gold]/it was perfect! mine on the other hand was quite nngehh, so sorry about that, i hope the wording is fine

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i do remember it, i just really liked the picture ehhhhh but oh well heh

[font=arial]It was so loud.

The only thing the boy - Lucky Wilson - could really remember were the screams, the shouts, the sound of metal scraping against metal and blaring alarms. He was sleeping when it happened, not all that excited, especially since he was seated beside someone he hated - though, having no real friends that happened quite a lot. However being fully awake and aware when the pilot spoke reassuring words, calming us down, telling us that it was 'completely normal'. Lying b*st*rd. Though, upon waking up and recollecting where he was, the boy soon realised what was happening. It was hot, the air smelt of smoke and burning gasoline. The noise, oh the noise was enough to make his head throb painfully. The teenager didn't cry out, knowing nobody would hear him, but he did make an effort to get to the back of the plane - where his sister was seated. If he was going to die, he wanted to die beside his sibling, crying about how they forgot to tell their parents they loved them, regretting everything they hadn't done yet. Stopping for just a second, he turned to look down the aisle to see his sister. She was screaming something, but he couldn't hear her. Because that's when the plane split in half, separating completely into two parts.

'I was such an idiot. I should've listened to the flight attendants, telling us to fasten our seat belts as quickly as possible and what did I do? Jump out of my seat without a second thought.' He sat, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by thick greenery, jungle greenery. He had been awake for a while, realising that a massive gash went down his leg from the crash, but couldn't do anything without water. Standing carefully and looking around, he came to the conclusion that nothing good would come from staying in the same place, hidden from airplane view. Grabbing at my surroundings for support, Lucky felt a sudden tingly sensation which soon turned into a harsh burn on his inner forearm. Quickly reclining, he examined the flesh lightly before looking upwards to find the source of the sting. The tree he had been hanging onto held green berry shaped things growing from random places, the leaves were shaped like most of the trees surrounding him, but he knew these off by heart. Poison Sumac. He had read a lot about poisonous plants and he knew he would have to clean both wounds as quick as possible.

The sudden sound of a girl screaming made his eyes shoot toward the suspect of the noise. She was standing at the edge of the beach, looking at the other half of the olane as it sunk. Feeling a pang of sadness hit his heart, Lucky cleared his throat. "You know, you might wanna save your voice." His awkwardness was still thick and clear as he limped toward the water, his odd calmness in the situation wouldve seemed strange, but having slight anxiety meant that it happened a lot. Besides, he knew this girl, but never socialised with her - Stella Hathaway. And though he may not have seen her, but he still believed his sister was alive. He still clung onto false hope.

[color=teal]/oof i hope this is alright! the second paragraph is very messy, and i'm sorry for that but i think i have everything else right?

[font=georgia]She seemed to be quite surprised by his answer. It was funny how quickly her face transitioned from snarky, feisty, confident, to pale and unsure in less than an instant. Her eyes searched Xander's, seeming to be checking for any signs of lies. At that, the boy straightened up again, hardening his gaze as he stared at her once again, the yellowish orange of his iris screaming his hidden power. He nodded gently at her words. The air suddenly went cold as his demeanour changed completely, his eyes cast over for a short second before heating up again. He was beginning to wish he had never bumped into the girl. She would find him out sooner rather than later, and that fact alone was enough to upset him.

He noticed that she didn't introduce herself, strange, since that's normally what happened in conversations he had partaken in during his lifetime. You meet someone new, you tell them who you are and vice versa. However, this was different. She just attempted to pick pocket a person in the 'Royal Guard', of course she wouldn't let him know her. His tongue flicked over his lips before he heard her new nickname for him. At least it had his name in it this time, though half of it was a lie. Rolling his eyes he sighed before shaking his head in slight annoyance. He wasn't used to being teased, especially since everyone was afraid of how he could throw them in a dungeon with a single word, burn you to a crisp in such a short moment, hurt you so easily. People were forced to laugh at his jokes, make him happy - all of which were red blooded. The Silver's were cold, nothing filled their hearts except for pride and hatred. Of course, they loved their families, would die for them any day, but ask them to help a Red, they'd stick up their noses and look the other way.

At her words, Xander hit a mental brick wall. He had nothing to say to that, and he couldn't believe it. Normally most girls would've fallen for the smirk, the face and the whole cunning kind of affect he had. But those girls weren't Red, and she obviously wasn't like most girls. Thinking carefully abou what to say, the teenager did nothing except stare at her for a short moment. He noticed the sky had almost completely darkened, though some parts of it were still a beautiful purple, spreading across the western part of the heavens, stars dotting the darker eastern side along with the moon, shining her brilliant silver light across the land. It was times like this that silver and red worked together ro create something beautiful. The seconds passed quickly before he spoke once again, shaking his head of the thoughts that clouded it. "Uh, I'm actually really good friends with the prince." He facepalmed himself mentally, hitting his head in stupidity. No Silver would be friends with a Red. "He got me a job in the kitchens at first, but the chief of the guard saw me one day and put me on the squad. So, uhm, yeah." Hos hand reached the back of his neck, scratching lightly at the idiotic excuse.

[color=gold]/yesss omg and what about they eventually end up falling for each other, but he's against the whole rebellion idea because he believes that if they make a change, they'd lose all their other allies(all the other countries)?? so they end up hating each other again? idk we could go so many places with this xD but i kinda want her to find out about a) her powers at the palace and b) about him being a prince at the palace when she's helping? like the day she starts working could be the day they're choosing his future wife, and she comes in and is all like secret powers and shiz hahah

[font=arial]The boy looked down at her, knitting his eyebrows together in concern. Limping slowly toward the girl, he stoppe at her snooty comment. He wasn't expecting that at all. This was the reason why he never wanted to socialise. He continued to make his way slowly down to the ocean, attempting to avoid itching the rash that was beginning to sprout on his arm. Once entering the cool salt water, it took everything in him not to cry out in pain.

Hearing her words, he noticed the harshness had evaporated. Though he didn't turn around, he did answer. "No." The answer was rather obvious. No one except the two of them survived the crash. He watched as the dried blood rubbed off of his hands, his leg, his face and mixed together in the clear liquid, the strange stream of red seemingly out of place in the aquatic environment. Looking into the distance, he watched the wreckage, doubt flashed in his eyes as he thought it was all a dream.

The teenager walked back toward Stella, running a hand through his wet hair. It was hot, and he had to admit that. A sudden cough erupted from Lucky and he doubled over for a few seconds, coughs breaking the short silence. Surviving wasn't going to be easy. After a few moments, he regained his posture, a sickly feeling sweeping over him before sitting next to the girl. They needed to come up with a plan and soon.

[font=georgia]Xander raised his eyebrows, confused by her sudden change of heart. Clearing his throat quickly, he watched her face as it progressed through her different emotions. Her answer, her genuine answer made his heart hurt. Not only at the fact that he was lying to her and making her believe him, but he was also part of a family that caused so much distraught and unhappiness. He wanted to help, with all his heart. Make things right between the two colours. But the risks were too high. He was also only a prince, not a top dog at all yet. Plus he wasn't exctly his father's favouritee at the moment, having disagreed choosing a wife much earlier than expected. However he needed to think about what was happening right in front of him, the problems this girl wanted him to fix, that he genuinely couldn't. "I will, I promise."

He had to warn her that nothing would change - at least not for a long time. "But I just wanted to warn you though, he's a prince, not the king. He can't change much on his own." The few sentences sounded less harsh inside his head. He reached out to comfort her, bring her into a warm hug, but soon decided against it. "Don't lose hope." He offered her a ghost of a smile, placing a warm hand on her shoulder while his amber coloured oculars never left hers. He didn't want to kill her hopes so quickly, not when he could possibly, possibly... No. He tried so many times, so many times to make his father listen, but it was always; 'They aren't the same as us,' or 'You know what would happen, and we can't let it.' That's the thing, he didn't know what would happen. Not for certain.

This girl was certainly growing on him. "Romy..." The name rolled off his tongue nicely as his lips pulled into a gentle smirk. "It suits you." He didn't mean to flirt at that time, but as he would say, it just came naturally. He could tell it was a nickname, but didn't question her on it, instead he chuckled, unsure of why, he ran a hand through his hair. Looking round for a short moment, Xander coughed lightly before a thought popped into his head. Conscription. The thing that tore families apart. It was the time when teenagers -aged eighteen and over - were forced to join the army for as long as needed, which was a long time. He had been there, fought alongside them in yet another Red façade. It wasn't fun. Xander could send someone to tell her she had a job in the palace tomorrow, tel her she had a job through a servant. Yes, yes that would work. At least, if she had a job, she wouldn't have to face things like that. Perhaps he was fonder of this girl than he originally thought.

[color=gold]/ohhh yesss, im trying to make xander fall for her more as the posts come out hehe especially since he'll end up not really liking her throughout the beginning of their betrothing since he thought she was lying about being a Red as well hah and i was thinking her powers could be controlling electricity and creating lightning, since no other person has that ability and it would be pretty helpful with the terrorist attacks, cutting the power and everything xD but really it's up to you c: <3

[font=arial]He took a few seconds to breathe, the atmosphere felt heavy. He nodded at her comment, agreeing with that small plan. But as she spoke, he became slightly confused by her question. What's wrong with having a few scars? They symbolised things you've gone through, things you've risked, but she obviously didn't see it that way. The cuts were deep. They were definitely going to do some permanent damage. Lucky nodded once again before his voice cut the tension. "The cuts are deep, they've already broken your skin tissue. So, yes they will." He felt as though weights were being lifted onto his shoulders as he said that, finally realising what must've been going through her head. She thought she wasn't going to be pretty anymore. Well, pretty was quite an understatement for Stella Hathaway and scars weren't really going to change that. "You'll still be pretty once they heal, don't worry about it." After all, he was probably going to be the only one who was going to see the scar, but he wanted to be om somewhat good terms with the girl he was about to spend the rest of his life with. His eyes softened into an almost apologetic look before he turned back to look at his hands in his lap.

He soon came to realise that they had literally nothing to survive by. They wouldn't make it two days without a little man-made help. "We'll also have to get some things from the plane." The thought processed as he looked into the horizon, the flames still burning high even as it sunk into the water. "Well, you know, after its sunken and the flames go out."

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[font=arial]He nodded at her acceptance of his mini-speech, noticing the light pink rising to her cheeks. His chocolate brown gaze moved to follow hers, the flames reached high and mighty, showing off their destruction and ferocity. Wait. This was the front of the plane. Upon crashing Lucky had realised his sister was on the front of the plane. No, she wasn't dead. Of course not, she couldn't be. She could've fallen out and landed somewhere ekse on the island ...

"I-I don't know." It didn't seem kike a good idea to go walking around a jungle in search of something they didn't know the location of, but then again, neither did swimming toa burning plane for supplies. There could've been panthers, leopards, snakes and other dangerous things just waiting to eat them. But the chance of finding other survivors and other supplies seemed good, though the chances were extremely low.

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[b]NICKNAME'S - mare
DATE OF BIRTH - the ninth of june
ZODIAC - gemini
RANK - ender - otherwise known as omega
PACK - uranus

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HAIR COLOR - a dark wood colour
[i]hair type - naturally wavy and long - reaches just below her waistline
hair texture - extremely soft and very thick
EYE COLOR - hazel / pale green
any textures? - somewhat rather cloudy
BUILD - small, lean and rather unathletic - mostly due to her ranking
HEIGHT/WEIGHT - mare stands at a very small five feet two inches and weighing ninety pounds
DEFIANT MARKINGS - a pair of feathery wings are tattooed across her back blades, along with three earlobe piercings on both ears and two cartilage ones on her right
ACCENT - semi-thick italian
BORN WHERE? - verona, italy
VOICE REF - monica bellucci / ref.

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WOLF COAT COLOR - a pale grey with a few patches of a russet chestnut and dark brown
WOLF EYES - dark amber, almost the colour of her human hair, but flashes a brilliant golden in the correct lighting.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT - two feet one inch and weighing at a hundred and ten pounds, making her incredibly small in comparison to other wolves.
DEFIANT MARKINGS - scars along her back from tattoos and torment
WOLF BUILD - incredibly small and petite, yet extremely feminine as she holds her head high when in her wolf form

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PERSONALITY - being slightly awkward, mare has never been the one to spark up conversations or be called a 'social butterfly '. because of this, she has become very intelligent and kind and caring. she can be extremely shy, as her confidence levels are quite low when around people she doesn't know and because of this she's become quite an outcast if she wasn't already. she's extremely protective over her pack and though small and rather frail, she would do some damage to anybody who threatened her. though unconfident, mare respects herself highly and gets rather feisty when others treat her differently.
HISTORY - .x
LINEAGE - abruzzi alejandro sgambatti [father] x conelli maria sgambatti [mother]

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LOVE INTEREST - will develop
CRUSHES - none of importance
TURN ONS - someone who isn't pushy. he let's her be herself, but pulls her out of awkward situations. tall, can deal with being snapped at a little, cuddly. someone who's caring, and is willing to protect her if need be
TURN OFFS - rude, mean, annoying, sensitive, stupid

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THEME SONGS - stole the show (kygo remix) - parson james && georgia - vance joy && fire and the flood - vance joy && cherry wine - hozier
PLOTS - IM DREAMIN OF LOOOOOoOovVEE (kidding i have nothing sorry bub ):)
CODE WORD - don't kill your boyfriend
ANYTHING ELSE? - i love this thread already omfg and i will finish her in the morning heh[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; height: 0px; width: 350px; font-size: 5pt; font-family: Georgia; text-transform: uppercase; color: black; text-align: center; line-height: 1px;]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH | BEWARE OF HIDDEN SCROLLIE | #BOKEHFANCY[/fancypost]

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crap im late what'd i miss ._. and mareena is up for plotting hehe

oh and question what do you do in summer. cause it's summer here in nz and idk what to do

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oh god rbf is the worst thing ever everyone thinks you're always so mad but it's like IM HAPPY OKAY I LOVE PEOPLE

and wait it doesn't snow all the time in winter for you guys?
[s]my life has been a lie
i mean it doesn't in auckland but yeah lol

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and how would you like me to rp her, since you k ow, she's evil asf lol