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[align=center][size=7pt]the man within him yearned for the intimacy she could provide. it urged him to allow her body to near his, to touch her bare skin - but part of him held himself back. if this was his soulmate, which he still doubled it was, he didn't need it to be physical. he just needed the mental connection before he could proceed.

however, the masculine instinct was beginning to take over, and her advances didn't help either. she knew she was a pretty girl, and she used it to her advantage. perhaps she wasn't just an innocent juliet after all. maybe a little. not too much her voice intertwined with the chirps and croaks of the fauna about them. it was strange that in such an industrial and tribulating landscape such life still thrived. he watched her countenance with interest as she looked at him with a mischievous air did you miss me? the question was shot back him.

he reached for his cigarettes, flicking the bic with practiced ease before slipping both back into his pocket and pressing the thin tobacco filled paper to his lips. smoke writhed and curled into the streetlamp as he exhaled. perhaps he let the word hang out like an unfinished statement not that you'll ever know.[color=black] his tease was beginning to take more of a playful air - less stoic.

{ ooc | being inactive and having mediocre posts cx }

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[size=9pt]faye | nicole | rogers[/size]
[size=7pt]// x \\

she could not sleep that night. her subconscious was a raging sea that weathered the rocks of sanity upon the shore and threatened to break through her skull into the world outside. she had let her sleepless night result to simple pacing - can activity that kept her restless mind occupied. she still adorned the specialized suit - though her hair was let loose from the braid and cascaded in waves to her shoulders.

the insomnia was most likely triggered by the absence of her father - along with her pitiful attempt at interrogation. and yet, despite the unseemly odds, a fire continued to burn deep within her - newfound determination brewing. the smallest shirting of the night caused her to snap to attention - stature taut in preparation. a beat passed, two, four. something was wrong. she could feel it. immediately she set off towards the source, those wisps of noise giving her a clue to what was going on.

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presently the heirs were gathered in the interrogation room - eyeing the asgardian with nothing but seething hatred. his sneering tenor only intensified the boiling contempt you know, it's rude to stare. the wiry red head let out what could have been a growl from her chords to display her aggravation, a sly remark accompanying it, lucky for me i didn't get a lesson on manners as a kid she paused before adding, however, if it bothers you that much, i'll provide a solution in a flash her fingers curled into a fist and she reared her arm back in a move to punch him square in the eye - but her action was halted by a loud bang.

all eyes turned to the door which had been slammed open by the superhuman herself - the almost indestructible properties of the entry preventing it from hefty damage - but imperceptible dents appeared on its service. the red head was forced to freeze, and soon lowered her arm once she met the fiery gaze of faye. jaw set with frustration, she allowed those bristling facets to sweep across the room before landing on sion, what the f-ck do you think you're doing? we were just - the deep voice of one of the males rang out, but was cut off with the snap of her own alto shut up stark. the room was reduced to silence. leave.[color=black]

reluctantly the others slipped out of the room one by one - leaving faye and sion alone. the young girl swore harshly under her breath - pressing her fingers into her temples and allowing her eyelids to flutter shut for a bit. for a moment, she disregarded his presence and appreciated the quiet stillness.

[align=center][size=7pt][color=black]done c:

[align=center][size=7pt][color=black]bump c:

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[size=9pt]neal | frederick | thompson[/size]
[size=7pt]the mirror's image tells me its home time

no thank you. i don't smoke foul cigarettes. but if you could find me a joint then we could have an actual conversation. with one single, passing phrase she slipped from between his fingers like sand through a sift. she was a wisp, a delicate girl with rugged complexities that only added to the intrigue about her. a low little chuckle passed his lips as he took another drag of the cigarette, deciding to complete the lady's request at a later date. for now, he would enjoy the life of the party, perhaps get his hands on some hard liquor - then and only then he would confront her once more. when he was sure all doubts could have been settled in that pretty little head.

he was going to have her by the end of the night.

his lanky frame weaved back into the fray - cigarette stamped out on the expensive looking tile lining the pool. the party had taken a turn for the wild as people got drunker and drunker by the minute - girls beginning to let guys take body shots from their belly buttons. his brother waved him over to a skimpy little blonde, yelling over the music care for some tequila, neal? he obliged with little resistance, of course. the male poured a copious amount into the stomach of the girl, her intoxicated giggles music to his ears as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her bare skin and allowed the alcohol to burn down his throat.

soon he found himself intertwined with the blonde in the living room where the majority of the dancing was taking place, a mixture of sweat and skin along with some intense moments of making out was the icing on the cake. when she was insistent he join her in a more private setting, he passed her on to the next fool with a smirk - she'd forget her disappointment in the morning. now, he was in search of his favorite alcoholic beverage, whiskey, and found it in a cabinet that appeared untouched in the kitchen that held the rich boy's parents' stash of nice liquor. he poured himself a generous amount before savoring it. amber eyes wandered the scene, mind drifting to that wispy girl form before. perhaps it was time he paid her a little visit?

he grabbed a fresh joint from a group of baked teens before making his way outside in hopes of spying which room she was in. absently, he fiddled with the papery joint as he went, gaze trailing up to some of the lavish balconies lining the exterior of the house before he spotted her wiry frame silhouetted in dim light. hey juliet he called up, alluding to shakespeare's work, can we talk now?[color=black] he gestured to the joint in his hand.

[align=center][color=black][size=7pt]this looks intriguing
mind if I ask about the plot?

[align=center][size=7pt][color=black]its no problem at all
it sound great actually - mind if i claim it?

[align=center][size=7pt][color=black]bump, done c:

[align=center][size=7pt][color=black]track & save for form
notes | the photographer | remy antoinette jane

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[size=9pt]cameron | thomas | healy[/size]
[size=7pt][color=black]don't call it a fight when you know it's a war

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[size=9pt]faye | nicole | dixon[/size]
[size=7pt]i'll see you with your laughter lines

vidcon was quite the experience, and faye hadn't even gotten a taste of what it was like, yet. just knowing their hotel and the convention center would be packed with youtubers and viewers alike only set off more butterflies within her stomach. her aimless thoughts where interrupted by mackenzie's sot alto this is going to be nerve wracking, but we better go sign in and get to where we're supposed to be. she offered a nod of agreement before shouldering her purse and grabbing her suitcase - making her way for the front desk.

soon, they departed, room key and table number in hand. faye, far too eager to get to their booth and set up in the brief period of time they had before the doors open, decided for the both of them that they would head for the center first. the massive space was pretty empty, save the numerous set ups and some workers who were assuring everything was ready for the first day. glancing down at the number, faye navigated the aisles with ease, before she stopped to admire the sign bearing their youtube name. a small little smile tugged at her lips before she turned to her companion, let's get this show on the road, shall we? the next few minutes where a flurry of busy work - setting up merch, arming themselves with some sharpies, and overall just making sure the display looked good. finally, after what seemed like ages of being consumed, faye raised her gaze to the opposite row of tables to find those same boys at their own spot.

our2ndlife, that was who it was.

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[size=9pt]connor | x | [color=black]franta
[size=7pt][color=black]i can feel the love can you feel it too?

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{ ooc | sorry about inactivity :c
i'm on break now, so expect more posts x
oh and what should their channel name be? }

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[size=9pt]faye | nicole | rogers[/size]
[size=7pt]// x \\

the silence was contagious in the room. it seemed as if the cool metal of the surfaces only perpetuated it. however, her mind did not cease to whir with constant thought. his tenor cut like a knife, you really should've let her do it, y'know. she rolled her eyes, offering agreement rather than blunt retort i really should have. she began to pace the room in a lazy, almost pensive gait - bottom lip tucking beneath the top row of pearly whites she possessed in a habitual manner. she was consumed with insomnia, and found no sense in simply standing there.

in fact, i would have done it myself she let of a low chuckle from her chords, surprisingly earnest despite the implication of her words, but it looks like i didn't get the memo.[color=black] she allowed her gaze to stray back to his, a look of brief calculation crossing her visage before it dissipated. she didn't know what to think anymore.

without really thinking, she found herself lowering her frame into a cross legged position on the floor.

{ short xc }

[align=center][color=black][size=7pt]i am actually very interested in this
though i may need a brief overview of the time period to clarify what i read in the articles
i also will have you know that due to school and extracurriculars there may be times I can only reply once a week

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[size=9pt]faye | nicole | rogers[/size]
[size=7pt]// x \\

she played absently with the laces of her shoes - gaze flitting about the room without settling on him. her attention was drawn back to the asgardian when his tenor rang throughout the metal room. hazel eyes flickered with some unreadable emotion that might have clued him in on the boiling mixture of emotions that plagued her mind. they'll be back, i'm sure, whether tonight or some other day he had a point about that. the others were angry and weren't prepared to let it go. not until their parents were returned to them. faye felt the same way, though her fury was buried deep within and would consume her from the inside out until she exploded. until then, she was an sleepless mess.

i'm curious, however, as to why you shooed them off in the first place. i know you rogers are all for keeping order, but after what i've done, surely you wouldn't mind seeing me punched in the face? right on the head. sion didn't miss a thing, did he? must have had a good education on all the avengers from his father. she offered a small little smile, one that curled across her visage in a fitting manner, because you have something i need, as much as i hate to admit it. you have the smallest shred of information that could help me find my father. she paused, an exasperated breath passing her lips before she resumed, and i know for a fact that a few bruises won't get it out of you. so what's the use?[color=black]

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[size=9pt]remy | antoinette | jane[/size]
[size=7pt][color=black]don't blame it all on me

constant dichotomies layered the world. the majority crystal clear: dark and light, night and day, black and white. but by far the most universal and commonplace being good and evil. but sometimes it wasn't so simple - in between those distinct areas were shades of grey. remy just so happened to be a shade of grey. an abnormality in a world of distinction.

she didn't necessarily choose her path in life, and throughout the years she had grown accustomed to adjusting in order to get by. maybe deep inside she harbored her doubts and rebellious attitude, but as far as they knew she was contented with her current state. as a monster. as a demon.

for as long as anyone could remember angels and demons had had their differences. okay, maybe more than differences, perhaps hatred was a better term.

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[size=9pt]cameron | thomas | healy[/size]
[size=7pt][color=black]don't call it a fight when you know it's a war

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abraham | edward | sherwood
[size=7pt]i have always buried them deep beneath the ground

her slight smirk was a welcoming sight, and in his exhausted, numbed state, it provided a flood of reassurance that he needed to allow that amusement to return to his visage. nudging the gun into the crook of his elbow he pulled his cap tight against his skull, gaze sweeping across the surprisingly sparse terrain - rich brown earth dotted with clumps of brush and a few trees. as ready as i can be. you? he glanced back down at her, only to find she too was observing their surroundings.

honestly i don't have any other way to put it, spitfire.

attempting to keep the mood light, he pulled out that nickname, the slightest of smiles playing with the corners of his lips. soon the mood faded, and the rumble of the convoy broke the stillness of the air. the vehicle kicked up a cloud of dust as the driver performed a narrow u turn and peeled off back to camp. now they were truly alone, and he had to control himself. those light amber irises took a calculative air almost immediately, muscles tensing in an instinctive manner as he started for the unfamiliar terrain. the nuisance that alice knew him to be dissipated in the face of battle, and he now exposed his worn, experienced persona.

soon all aspects of reality melted away and he was in another world - the familiar hue of his gaze transitioning from earthen tones to a frosty blue - the world erupting into fragments of thrumming light. he scanned the distance, looking for subtle wavelengths of breath or human occupation, but found nothing, continuing to move forwards. lost in that little world of his, he turned his gaze back over his shoulder to assure alice was right behind him, the shocking azure faltering for a brief moment before the rich caramel took over once more and all was back to normal. i think we're good for now, it seems no one suspects our arrival quite yet.

his words were softer than usual, less humored though still retaining that gruffness he usually possessed. he scratched the back of his hairline with pensive fingers before inquiring, i don't suppose you could let me have a look at that map?

[color=black]{ ooc | honestly didn't feel like dragging it out so here you go c: }

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hello
[size=7pt]just another lil cliched plot thread just so i can meet some new faces and get my muse working again c: i'm willing to play both boys and girls depending on my mood or the plot or what not. below are some things i love to roleplay, what i've not so fond of, and just some tidbits on my activity as of late.[/size]

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- romance
- bxg
- supernatural { i'm only on season three no spoilers }
- fantasy creatures { vamps, werewolves }
- apocalypse
- spies/agents/assassins
- mental disorders
- run of the mill boy meets girl
- bands aka bastille
- hunger games
- percy jackson
- harry potter
- newsies
- horse farms[/size]

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- bxb or gxg, sorry loves
- rape/disgusting things
- morbid/dark themes
- one direction, again my apologies
- love triangles
- i can't think of stuff atm[/size]

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[size=7pt][color=black]i'm pretty open schedule wise but i'm prone to disappearing for a little bit at a time when i need to get things together. sometimes roleplaying adds to other stress and i need to step away for a bit, therefore i appreciate your flexibility.

so go on ahead and post if you're interested - i have no real plot ideas tbh and i'd love it if you suggested things you've wanted to do uwu

number of plots as a boy: 3
number of plots as a girl: 1

try to keep the above even for the sake of my sanity cx

[align=center][size=7pt][color=black]i would absolutely love to c:
any specific type of creature or plot in mind?

[align=center][size=7pt][color=black]@exiled: i'll kind of ask the same question as i asked seren - what sort of creatures did you have in mind? i also edited that section just to clarify what i meant c:

@theicequeen: yay! haha i see your predicament, but i am quite the opposite and know far too much about bastille in general
i don't think i could commit to a group roleplay at the moment, more like i don't trust myself being active enough if you know what i mean.
perhaps a plot you'd like to throw out? it doesn't have to be about bastille, in fact, it could be rather simple with some neat twists