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  • яeckless is fun when you'яe not the one who gets huяt || roleplay

    Her eyes opened. God, where was she? Then, it hit her like a ton of bricks. The party. Tess was sprawled over the back of a black leather couch, wearing her pajamas. Her black hair fell loosely into her eyes, blocking all of her view. She could see Ange wearing almost nothing and Chase wearing an apron? Now, she was confused. What exactly happened? Tess had only remembered partying until she passed out, but no drinks. Maybe that was why she had no headache. Or no vomit stains on anything at all.
    Sighing in an unamused manner, she quickly scrambled to her feet. Tess Salem was gonna be in so much trouble when she got home. So much trouble. She could see Sutton in the bathroom, since the door was hanging wide open. In an atempt to see why they were ther, she asked a simple question. "What the hell happened?" she asked. Her voice was rough, like a dog's growl. Another reason why she had no hangover.

  • ~α¢α∂єму σƒ αят~ {σρєη}


    {:{ Oaklynn ~ " Oaky " }:}


    {:{ "Eet by Regina Spektor " }:}


    The Outer Shell


    ƒυℓℓ ηαмє;

    Oaklynn Renea


    αgє;

    19


    gєη∂єя;

    Female


    нαιя ¢σℓσя;

    Jet Black


    єує ¢σℓσя;

    Deep Blue


    ¢ℓσтнιηg ѕтуℓє;

    "Hipster" or Nerdy.


    єχтяαѕ;

    Happiness Never Fails


    To The Core


    ρєяѕσηαℓιту (αт ℓєαѕт 6 ѕєηтєη¢єѕ);

    Let's just say Oaklynn isn't afraid to speak her mind. She often has a 'rebel' additute that frequently gets her in trouble. Her virtues are a little off-puting, which is why she rarely has any friends around her. Anyways, besides being incredably obnoixious, she's fairly helpful. She always is on some commitee, since she has a really creative side. She almost never shows this side unless she's alone or with one of her very close friends. Oaklynn is almost always sitting in her camera room, messing around with her stuff.


    ℓιкєѕ;

    -Horses
    -Cameras
    -Teeth
    -Large nerd glasses


    тυяη-σηѕ;

    -Blonde hair
    -Guys who ride horses
    -Motorbikes
    -Blue eyes


    тυяη-σƒƒѕ;

    -People who hate photography
    -Have increadbily bad hygine
    -DOGS

    ∂ιѕℓιкєѕ;

    Answer


    ƒєαяѕ (3);

    Fire (Arsonphobia), Heights (Hypsiphobia), Razor Blades (Xyrophobia)


    ƒανσяιтєѕ (3);

    Sunsets, bunnies, Instagram.


    ѕρє¢ιαℓту (σηℓу 3 αт мσѕт);

    She's quite good at taking pictures, and directing movies. She entered in the Sundance Film Festival with her friends, and almost made it.


    єχтяαѕ;None


    Realation[u]ship[/u] Status


    ¢яυѕн;

    None


    вσуƒяιєη∂/gιяℓƒяιєη∂;

    None


    ѕєχυαℓιту (ѕтяαιgнт, gαу, вι, єт¢.);

    Bi


    ƒαмιℓу;

    None that she knows of.


    єχтяαѕ;

    Answer


    Behind The Mask


    ѕ¢яєєη ηαмє;

    Lullibies


    ηι¢кηαмє;

    Lulli


    α¢тινєηєѕѕ;

    10

  • let's make some disasters l l wip l l sign-up

    [size=7pt][img width=505 height=334]http://i1176.photobucket.com/albums/x335/nikkim11/tokyo.jpg[/img]
    The record button is pushed as we head down the streets of Tokyo. Bright lights fill the scene, many cabs fly by. It's Japan's New York. My head turns to the others, making my bright red hair fly wildly behind me. No one would believe us when we got home, back to our plain old boring towns. It's strange being out here, but we were the only ones in our class that wanted to go. I carry around a Nikon 360. One of those small camera's that was the color of my hair. The lens has no cap on it, obviously. I turn it towards my group, in an attempt to not be the only one to show my face to the world. One girl waves with me, as we say, 'Konnichiwa' to the camera. It's quite awesome here, and I want to remember this summer. Forever. And trust me, I will.     [/size]


    --Places


    [size=7pt]The House
    [img width=505 height=336]http://i1176.photobucket.com/a…11/houseofawesomeness.jpg[/img]
    A 2-story building with multiple rooms on each level. Bright lights are frenquently on, seen in odd ways. You can clearly see through the glass on the front of the house, so don't expect any privacy in the living room. Not allot of people know about the house since it's part of a program. People occasionally have large parties here, and everyone normally joins in.
    The Restaruant
    [/size]

  • Only one $uяvivёs (Jump In!)

    Jasper had found his way to a cave, with people inside. His hands fumbled for his knife which he had gotten quite good at. His hair fell into his face, blocking all view. He guessed they hadn't seen him yet, so he decided to keep quiet. Slinking along the walls of the cave, seeing Talo and Emillie. Who were they? Probably someone ready to kill him.
    "Be ready" he whispered to himself, "Get your knife."
    He got closer, wondering what they were doing,

  • Only one $uяvivёs (Jump In!)

    Jasper slid across the cave floor, landing with a thump. Great,he had given his spot away. His hands were shaking now as he tried to be as menicing as possible. He never knew they could've killed him right there. Where was the other girl? The girl that he had made an alliance with, he meant. Oh right, she had died. Anyways, he glanced up at them, wondering if they saw him.


    "Umm, hi?" his voice mumbled.

  • яeckless is fun when you'яe not the one who gets huяt || roleplay

    Tess got to her feet, now grabbing her stuff. She was already dressed, if pajamas counted, and she honestly didn't care. Her eyes watched Ange, wondering why everyone but here was in their bloomers. She looked down, just in cse she was halliconating. Everything hit her like a ton of bricks. Straight on the head. Ange had had a little too much to drink, and had ordered evryone to play a game. One that involved evryone either taking off they're clothes. Anyways, she had raced out the door, going to get her Chevy. It was quite cool, and vintage. Tess loved vintage things.

  • ƒαмσυѕ ѕιηgєя ~ єтнαη zα¢н ℓσωє. нιѕ ѕтσяу (яρє∂--ℓσтѕ σƒ ρℓα¢єѕ σρєη)

    ❥❤ѕρσтту☽☼ wrote:


    Olly logged onto Twitter, checking the daily tweets before going onto Tabby's profile and tweeting:


    Olly_Kosh: Hey babes… I had a lovely time last night ;) Maybe We could do it again sometimes? :D xxx Ol


    Zache hooked his arm around Lexi's shoulders, then whispered in her ear 'I'm so sorry love.'


    Tabby was ultimently shocked. WHAT THE HECK! She honestly didn't know what to do. She contiued to tweet. '@OfficalTabbyKat?! Ok, I don't know what to do! Olly seems so nice.' she said. She really had no idea what the xxx was for.

  • Only one $uяvivёs (Jump In!)

    "Don't hurt me. I wanna get food." he said, tears almost in his eyes. He needed friends, or at least people to help him. SHE was what he had. Gia was what he had, and the District 7 boy had killed her with ease. He inched closer to the boy, dropping his knife. He could hear the clunk of the metal, and the cling of the hilt. The curly haired boy turned to Tanya. "I am Jasper. I am from District 10. I come for food." he said almost plainly.


    The boy was mad now. He had given himself away, and now everyone had wanted to know what he was doing. So, he said it like it was. Jasper wanted food, and he even said so. No one probably cared. He had seen them. They mad alliances with everyone, and he should be no different. But then again, they didn't need him. They didn't need the curly haired boy that was extremely good with knives.

  • ~α¢α∂єму σƒ αят~ {σρєη}


    [size=7pt]DONE~[/size]

  • time to run.wip.jump-in

    --The Shamans


    Breathe. Breathe that has fallen down my back. Someone is there I know it. I don't want to turn around, afraid of what might happen. Out of the corner of my eye I see something. It's large, and not a human. God, I shouldv'e know. Nearly everything I encounter is not human. I have grown used to this, seeing things that would've have made others blood curtle. But no, not me. I like doing what I do, though not many understand my purpose. Anyways, my wispy black hair falls into my pale green eyes, causing me to whip around. The thing's breathe is horrid. I almost throw-up when I sniff it on accident. Oh lord, I need to kill the creature quickly. Get it over with. I pick up the large scythe I had lain on the sidewalk. Humans were watching, staring in horror as I get ready. I being a 13 year-old girl who seems way younger. It breathes again, causing me to back up even more. Swung. The scythe makes a swooshing noise, and the head falls by my feet. It's done, this part is done. Now I have to return to the Shamans home, where we live. And by we, I mean the other children.
    The other children help eachother. We all live in a medium-sized hut that allot of the humans don't understand. We don't go to school, just learning the ways of the Shaman. We heal. Do anything we can to help the Human race, which now is in a deadly sink-hole. Filled with monsters. I want to be a Shaman, I need to be. Anyone whos anyone would want to be in our postion, except the monster part. I'm happy that the moment that I was just in was over. The head of the saber-tooth tiger type creature is grasped by my lithe fingers in my left hand. The scythe in the other. The hut is in my sights.