S e c r e т s • Semi lit • Accepting

[Corky]

(I see a small problem. Your personality is a bit short, could you possibly right some more? ^_^)

(edited. Is thish enough..?)

[Stiff]

SAM

Sam woke up when her alarm clock started playing rap music. i hate rap she thought to herself. she threw back her covers abd walked over to her dresser. digging through the drawers she found her purple american eagle long-sleeved tee-shirt, and favorite denim jeans that were a little faded in the butt. Sam french braided her hair in to pigtails and walked down the hall to her bathroom. she put on black eyeliner, then some purple eyeshadow to match her top. after some mascara, she put on some lipgloss and closed up her makeup bag. she smiled at herself and suantered downstairs to the kitchen.
Sam grabbed an apple and her cell and texted January. wanna meat me in the park? she asked. She called out to her parents, but they had already gone to work. "its saturday mom" she called out to an empty house, then sighed. she put on her gray UGG boots and her fuzzy white northface, and headed out the door. The air had a slight chill to it, but it felt good on sam's face. ahhhh.... she thought, exhaling. she headed to the park with a smile on her face

[spiff]

How Much Can You Write?- Huh, about one to two paragraphs, though it really all depends on what I'm responding to and what writing mood I'm in.
How Much On A Bad Day?- About three sentences.

Name- Sage Anastasia Sayan
Age- 17 years
Gender- Female
Appearance- A girl of medium height, about 5-feet and 7 inches, Sage does not appear strong at first glance. However, she does have muscle lacing her body(gasp!) and can fool many others because it doesn't show. She is more on the slender side, her body built more for speed than strength. She has dark chocolate brown hair that falls about five inches below her shoulders. She has gold and auburn streaks, too. Her hair is relatively straight, thought it does become a gentle wave as it reaches her shoulders, and it is also quite thin, making it wonderfully silky and soft. Her skin is a healthy tan that is somewhat mixed with caramel and tinged with cinnamon(yummy). Her eyes are a very dark brown as well, almost black, though there is a warm amber tinge to it. Sage also wears a suede leather necklace with a single silver fox charm on it that has amethyst stones on either side.
Likes-
• Flirting, despite her darker personality
• Racing
• Sowing/weaving, and doing crafts in general
• Heights
• Adventure
• She actually does like making friends and hanging out, thank you very much
• Food... Oh, she loves food...
Dislikes-
• Seeing other girls flirt like crazy with boys
• People without courage(Sage calls them wimps XD)
• When she is looked down upon
• Braggers
Secret Crush- Impress her, but she is looking
Boyfriend/Girlfriend- None yet
Personality- Sage is more on the secretive but not necessarily shy part. She is sly, clever, and cunning as well, and good with twisting words. Do to her observant nature, she notices many things other people don't, and can, thought with some difficulty, pinpoint weaknesses quite well. However, it is easy to befriend her, and it will pay off. She is undyingly loyal to her friends and would sacrifice her own life for them if needed. She is selfless, leading to recklessness too. Although it may not seem like it, Sage is very easy to anger, and takes a very long time to forgive, even though she always gets her revenge, which is usually 3 times as much as the offending crime to her. She is surprisingly skilled at charming boys too, with her good looks and her words. It is hard to fool her, due to her experience with her siblings and cousins.
History- Sage was not born here; her birthplace, which she believes will always be her true home, was in Texas. There, she was the prettiest in the school, and the other girls were ever jealous of her. Many times they planted pranks meant to lower her rank and shame her, but it never worked, seeing as how she had grown up with two joking older brothers who were twins, and was often visited by more relatives who also loved fooling people. At first, she fell for each and every trick, but gradually, her mind became more suspicious and more tunes to her surrounding, making it harder and harder to embarrass her. She moved a few months back, and is still adjusting to her new surroundings.
Theme Song- Impossible - by Shontelle and Viva la Vida - by Coldplay
Extra- Secret #11 Oh, and I'll be making a boy later. Right now, I just sucked my brains dry. >.>

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

(Bookmarking. Post form up soon. :3)

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

How Much Can You Write?- Two-Three Paragraphs
How Much On A Bad Day?-At least five sentences.


Name- Allen James Galloway
Age-Seventeen
Gender-Male
Appearance-
Likes-
• Reading fiction
• Writing short stories
• Horror movies
• Any genre of music
• Thunderstorms
• Watching the stars
• Painting
• Photography
• Sweet foods
• Making friends
Dislikes-
• Snobby people
• Spicy food
• Lying
• The dark
• Untrustworthy friends
Secret Crush-Open :3
Boyfriend/Girlfriend- Open
Personality- Allen is a overall caring and happy person. He refuses to hold grudges against people, which is why he has very few enemies. He is nearly always smiling or grinning. Allen hates to see people in pain or trouble, even people who disrespect him. Allen was brought up to be polite and kind to every person he meets. Allen loves to generally be around people. He can be quiet for more than a week without speaking, mostly because his mind is alwas crammed with thoughts.
If you can't tell, Allen has a very creative mind. He loves everything that can show his true love for the world. He often shares his ideas and imagination to his friends. Allen hopes to one day become a writer. His parents think the idea is silly, and have already planned out a successful life for him, without his consent.
He doesn't mad easily, but if he does. he often hides the feeling. Allen loves to being around people, though he's truly never known why. Allen can determine if someone is lying often, just by their body language. Some people have called him annoying mainly because he stays happy.
Allen doesn't like to use his brain for work, thinking it is slightly pointless. He is smart and clever, no matter how much he claims he is not.
[b]History- Allen's parents divorced when he was 11, changing his personality dramatically. He stayed inside constantly and didn't talk much. His parents noticed the changes, regretting their decision. Their once hyper kid had gone straight to depression.
Allen soon got better, understanding his parents more. He discovered books, which is when his personality started changing back. He currently lives with his mother, who is a lawyer. She understands Allen's passion for literature, but doesn't have much confidence for him. She thinks he will one day realize he needs to make a better life for himself, but Allen has no plan on changing it.
Allen's father has remarried, and has another daughter. He clearly doesn't like his father, because he hardly talks to him. He meets him every month or so, or maybe twice a year. Allen hasn't met his step-sister or step-mother.
Theme Song- Owl City-The Saltwater Room
Other: Secret #7

[Owl.City]

(edited. Is thish enough..?)

Yes, that's fine. Accepted!

@Hikaru, Accepted.
@Sakorian, Accepted. Very nice description ^_^ and now I'm hungry. xD cinnamon and caramel are two of my favorite flavors.

[Corky]

RuBy.CaSsAnDrA.ChAsE

love, give me love, i dont need it but i'll take what i want from your heart

Ruby's eyes flashed open. She groggily got up and turned towards her alarm clock on her nightstand. 6:00 it read. She jumped off her bed and opened her closet. She threw a pair of black skinny jeans, and a dark blue shirt on her bed. Ruby walked into her bathroom and turned the shower on. She quickly undressed and then stepped into the shower. It was peaceful. A nice morning shower was like an extra few minutes of sleep. After she stepped out and dryed herself off she put her clothes on and brushed her scene hair, caked her eyes with make up, and applied her lip peircing. She walked out of her room and downstairs to get some breakfest. Mom and Dad were'nt up yet. Ruby took a waffle out of the freezer and placed it in the toaster. After about 3 minutes she pushed the button, the waffle flew out and Ruby grabbed it in mid-air. She took a plate out of a cabinet and put the waffle on it. She dumped some Vermont Maple Syrup on it, sat down, and started eating.Just then, she realized it was saturday. "Thank god" Ruby muttered.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Allen James Galloway
"This world's too enjoyable for one of us to just screw it up~."

Allen woke up with a yawn. He lazily stumbled out of bed and made his way downstairs. Hiw mother was not home, which was usual. He propped his chin on his palm as he ate his breakfast. Allen watched outside through the kitchen window. He stretched his muscles once he finished, placing his bowl in the sink. He hummed as he walked back upstairs to his shower.
After showering, he dressed into his usual graphic tee and khaki shorts, along with his black converse. He stuck his earbuds in, blaring some rock band he had on his iPod. Allen made his way outside to his bike. He glanced around himself, smiling. It was a beautiful day outside, too pretty to stay inside. He was glad it was a Saturday, nevertheless. He was happy to have a day where his teachers weren't constantly nagging him about his latest grade on his homework.
Allen wasn't usually the one to ride his bike, he just felt the need to get some fresh air. He zoomed down the nearby hill close to his house. He smiled widely, loving the feeling of the wind.

[spiff]

((Yay! 8D I made myself hungry too, writing her appearance. XD))

Sage Anastasia Sayan

"I never thought I would move,
to fall from my rank as the queen of the school to one of the
regular girls who minds their own business day by day.
I miss my hometown. That will be the only place I'll ever
feel completely at home, I'm sure of it. The girls here can
be so prissy, too! Even more than back in Texas.
Ugh, I just want to go back."

A sliver of molten gold sunlight slipped through the window, focusing on one of Sage's still closed eyes. She stirred and let out a soft groan of irritation as she sat up, sending a creak of protest from her bed. Yawning, she slid out from under her covers and walked into the tiled bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face (more like splashing water that was aimed for her face but more ending up on her night shirt instead), something she had forced herself into the habit of doing not so long ago.
A couple minutes later, she exited, looking only slightly more awake than before. She tromped down the wooden staircase that her father had varnished several years back and creating a huge racket as she did so, shaking the entire house. Her parents had gone out to buy the week's groceries, seeing as how the house was deathly still and so quiet that Sage was sure she'd be able to hear a pin drop. She rummaged through one of the cupboards until she found a box of strawberry Pop-Tarts, not in the mood to whip up anything too fancy. That kind of stuff was for moms and grandmas, she reasoned as she finished the whole thing in three huge bites. She let the thought slip out of her head as she ran upstairs again to throw on some clothes.

[Popcorns]

OOC: Change Maria's picture



◎ Maria Anne Hileman ◎
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The air smelled of sweet things such as; cookies, cotten candy, popcorn, strawberries, cupcakes, chocolate ect. ect. My grey eyes smiled as they examined what looked like the set of Katey Perry's music video to Californa Gurls. I suspected to be wearing my pjs, but instead I had on something mroe dark then what the place called for. A black cardigan, grey sweats, and a black tank top. No shoes. My bare toes wiggled against the white and red path way, leading into a forest of candy cane. My head was puzzled as to why I was dressed so gloomly. Infact, there was nothing in my closet that I could scavenged to make this outfit, so where did I get these clothes? My questions where whiped away by a startiling crack! My head snapped up sharply, locking onto the yellow swirled candycane falling my way, surely to crush me if I didn't move. I simply orered a command in my mind to move my feet and expected to be mostly safe in a few seconds.

But when my eyes flicked back open, the candycane was starting to cast a shadow over her. This time I didn't close my eyes, I kept them wide as I tugged at my leg muscels, imaging moving away quickly. But again, I didn't budge an inch. When the realization that I couldn't move hit me and that this tall, heavy thign was falling towards me now, I screamed like any other sensless person. My hands flew up to my face, hoping to somehow protect my head. Well atleast my arms could move right. Before the candycane reached me, I was yanked out of the scean, feeling like I was being yanked out of water.

Maria's eyes for opened for real this time. Her heart was jumping slightly as she gathered herself. Her eyes scanned her jungle of a room. There was possibly every color you could imagin in it. The walls still has her scribbles on it as a child as well as hand prints from over the years in purple, green and yellow paint. Other paint splashes dotted on the the wall, making it looked as if an arist had claimed her room as their art studio. When she was younger, it technicaly was. Her mother took up painting for awhile when she was quiting drinking, and Maria's room seemed the perfect place to take out her adult issues. But now, clothes scattered the ground as well as trash, papers, CDs, and shoes.

Letting out a sigh, Marai picked herself out from under her silver blanket to look at her savior; her alarm clock that was playing the local radio station. She hit the OFF button on the clock and stumbled over to her computer. Giving the mouse a shake, she scrolled through her bookmarks before clicking on Pandora Radio. The song, Secert Valentine by We The Kings filled her rainbow throwup room. That was the nickname her and her mother often used to described her room. Picking through the pile of 'clean' shirts by her dress, then moving across to the room and picking up her jeans, Maria slowly asembled her outfit. She raked her fingers through her blonde hair before grabbing a bottle of body spray from her bedside table and giving her self a little squirt; she was too tired and lazy right now to go take her 30 minute long shower. Besides, her mother probably used up all of the hot water before going to work. That was fine with Maria through, her mother was paying for the bills, but somewhere in Maria's mind, it just didn't seem fair.

The onyl sound in the three bedroom, medium sized, tan, townhouse was coming from the spare bedroom where months before Maria's mother had rented out the spare room on Craigslist. Someone applid and got to live along with the Hileman family. So the sound that came from the roomies room was the sound of shots, cuss words and explosions. The blonde stopped for a moment to see Victor, the roomate, perked on the edge of his bed and his eyes glued to the 36" TV screen, which had the picture of some guy running around.

"Playing Black Opps?" Maria said whhile looking at Victor who didn't spare her a glance. His only response was a sharp jerk of the head and the time running out on the game. Vistor had become like a older brother to her and like a son to her mother. It felt bvetter with him there. "I'm going out. Perhaps going to go drink and get thrown in jail." She said, adding the last part as a joke. But, since this was Call Of Duty: Black Opps , Victor didn't say any snippy comment back, but just shooed her out of the room.

Word Count: 803
Notes: I'll post wiht Duncan later. Sorry about the long intro if it's confusing, but I felt like starting it with a dream instead of just waking up.