Ⓕⓡⓔⓝⓒⓗ Ⓛⓞⓥⓔ ‖ Semi-Lit RP ‖ Romance RP {Accepting}

[-nutella love.]

[Ffffff, I'm back from the dead guys.


And I meet Shorty from Pit Boss while I was gone. >u>


ANYWHO~ Yes, balloondog, you need something else. Look at everyelse's form and see what they have that you do not.]

[baestille]

{I AM OFFICIALLY DONE
Kind of! I still have to fill out history. But its optional so yay! Ill fill that out later!
@RAIN
Happy me}

[apathy,]

{{Looks good so far, accepted!}}

[capricious]

{{agk. I hate when there are so many models, now there are two. I think. I was lazy, and didn't feel like reading Esta's form. But, I figured she was... since it said 'he was perfect until she went to his apartment and found another model." ijaifkgmtvm erm...}}

{{I'm good. LOL i just like ranting.}}

{xD I can change it, just ask. I was just out of ideas for ways for them to break up, lol.}

[baestille]

{Okay was I accepted or someone else?
If I was YAYAYAYAYAYAY. If I wasn't AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
:}
@Rain
}

[apathy,]

{{That was at you Rain. LOL}}

{{I can deal with it...}}

[baestille]

{YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY}
@Rain
}

[apathy,]

{-} bumps. Please join! :-) {-}

[VansPeep]

Reese
Ryder Maria Ruzzo

Ryder stepped off the bus shouldering her messenger bag and picking up her suitcase. She walked up to the apartment door and buzzed in. The door clicked open and she walked in slowly looking around. It wasn't the nicest apartments but it was all she could afford and better then the orphanage she had been living in. She walked up two flights of stairs until she reached apartment B7, her new home for now. She unlocked to door walking in and dropping her bags on the floor. She through her keys onto the kitchen counter and looked around letting out a huff. She needed to do some cleanin'.

Andy
André François Liam

* "Bonjour, et ce que je peux vous aider?" André asked the old French man sitting at the worn out table in front of him. He had a part time job working at the cafe while he was studying his life long dream to be an architect. He scribbled down the man's order before walking over to the kitchen and placing the order. He sat back down at the table he has occupied in the corner and went back to reading his school book.

* Hello, and what can I get you?

[apathy,]

Mood: Calm-Jay | Bored-Mark
Location: Both at the cofee shop
Crushing: Both, not liking anyone
Talking to: No one|No One

It's like you're screaming, and no one can hear
You almost feel ashamed
That someone could be that important
That without them, you feel like nothing
No one will ever understand how much it hurts
You feel hopeless; like nothing can save you
And when it's over, and it's gone
You almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back
So that you could have the good

Ѧαʏ-Ѧαʏ αи∂ Ĵαʏ-Ĵαʏ

The girl awoke from her bed, soon falling onto the floor. Why was she up so early? It was only, what? 8 am! Ugh... she mumbled, getting to her feet lazily. Her hair blocked out her face as the girl made her way to the bathroom, Paraît assez bon... The girl said, moving her hair out of her face, she took a quick shower and then dried her hair. A sigh came from her mouth, her eyes still half asleep. That shower didn't help anyone. The girl quickly got dressed, and made her way down the hall. Mark, Se réveiller ! She yelled, not making an attempt to open his door, nor wake him up.

Mark stumbled out of his room, just in long PJ pants, he had shorts on under just in case. His shirt in his hand, what made him almost push his sister down the stairs; was the smell of bacon. His hat making his hair set across his right eye. We could tell Mark was a full French guy, while Jay was, who knew what she was.. But, she basically grew up in Italy, while he grew up in France.

They sat at the bar for a while, listening to what their mother said for them to do today. Jay didn’t listen, of course, while Mark just sat there eating the slices of bacon. After a couple minutes, Mark took off his pants, just wearing shorts under. They both made their way out of the large house, a couple guys stopped Mark to talk to a couple people, then quickly catching up with Jay.

They walked down the street, talking, laughing at each other. As they entered the coffee shop, Mark got distracted and started talking to other people. Jay started talking to one of her friends. Well, one friend. It was a Saturday morning, early. School started Monday, well college. Yay. Puis-je avoir un café ? The girl said, Mark said the same thing. He stepped forward, pushing her out of the way and grabbing the two coffees...