ησт αll dяєαмѕ αяє ѕωєєт || Accepting

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[LaMariposayLaOruga]

{Reserve me a boy catcher and normal girl.}

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Ok

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[Real Horrorshow]

[[Can I reserve a catcher girl and a normal boy?]]

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Sure

[LaMariposayLaOruga]

{Ella} || {Female} || {Normal} || {Forever Alone}

т н є | в α ѕ ι c ѕ

му ηαмє ιѕ {Eleanor Rain Francisco}
ι ρяєfєя тσ вє cαllє∂ {Ellie, Ella, or El.}
ι αм α {chick}
ι αм α {student}
ι αм {17}
ι lινє {in an apartment near Greenwood.}

ℓ σ σ к | α т | м є

ι нανє {brown} нαιя тнαт ιѕ {pinned in a bun or ponytail.}
ι нανє {pale} ѕкιη
му єуєѕ αяє {crystal blue with flecks of green}
ι υѕυαllу ωєαя {casual clothes like tight t-shirts, ripped jeans, and converse.}
ωнαт нαѕ вєєη αddєd тσ му вσcу ιѕ {Ear piercings, a heart tattoo on her wrist, and a long scar trailing down her back.}
ρєσρlє тнιηк ι lσσк {prissy, stuck-up, and prissy.}

ѕ є є | м є

ι gυєѕѕ тнαт ι αм тяυтнfυllу a complicated girl. I have been abused and inflicted upon for years, this has twisted my heart in two ways. When faced with a difficult situation, I second guess myself and panic. Since no one prepared me for a crisis, I'm usually the one to duck and cover, then the one to stand up and do something about it. Boys have never interested me with their flirty ways. They think they're all that, that they can win a girl over with a smile and we're theirs, but I refuse to succumb to them. Dancing has always been a passion for me, I wish to one day travel the world as a choreographer, inspiring millions. Of course, this dream will probably never become reality.
му σяιєηтαтιση ιѕ bi-sexual
ι нανє α cяυѕн ση Mr.Nobody αη∂ ωє αяє not together.
му ѕєcяєт ιѕ that I killed my father.
ι αм нαυηтєd ву a dream, which continuously retells the night I killed my abusive father. Every night, I stay awake just so that I may not have to experience that nightmare. But I must rest, so I repeatedly doze off in class, sometimes I scream when I awake.
му тαlєηтѕ ιηclυdє Dancing, Making people laugh, and Drawing.
му ρlαηѕ fσя тнє ƒυтυяє αяє to run away to a dancing studio, so that I may develop my skills and travel the world.
σтнєя? Wake

{Ethan} || {Male} || {Catcher} || {None yet}

т н є | в α ѕ ι c ѕ

му ηαмє ιѕ {Ethan Wate}
ι ρяєfєя тσ вє cαllє∂ {Ethan}
ι αм α {dude}
ι αм α {catcher}
ι αм {19}
ι lινє {in an averagely large house on Washington Boulevard, the big white one surrounded by trees.}

ℓ σ σ к | α т | м є

ι нανє {black} нαιя тнαт ιѕ {shortly cut, usually messy like a mop.}
ι нανє {tan} ѕкιη
му єуєѕ αяє {smoky gray}
ι υѕυαllу ωєαя {anything, varying from silken wardrobe to black suits.}
ωнαт нαѕ вєєη αddєd тσ му вσcу ιѕ {a piercing in my left ear.}
ρєσρlє тнιηк ι lσσк {like a bad boy.}

ѕ є є | м є

ι gυєѕѕ тнαт ι αм тяυтнfυllу quite a sarcastic boy. I never really pay attention to people's problems or worries, since I have enough of my own. Life is a prison to me, the sooner I escape it, the better. Lately, I have attempted killing myself. But something in my self-conscious, which instinctively wishes to survive, stops me.
I am a naturally aggressive and competitive guy, giving no mercy to an opponent. I occasionally get drunk, to relieve the depression, when I do, I will ride around town in a rage. This has given me a reputation, some think me to be a mental patient or a murderer. I never try to argue with these rumors, since there's no use in it, nothings going to change the past. As much as I want it to. I am cold to strangers, finding them a nuisance, and prefer to only converse with people like myself only.
му σяιєηтαтιση ιѕ {straight}
ι нανє α cяυѕн ση {someone} αη∂ ωє αяє {classmates}
му ѕєcяєт ιѕ {that I am a Catcher and a smoker.}
ι αм нαυηтєd ву {a cursed ability to enter people's dreams. The first time occurred when I was 12, it had been at a birthday party, and my father had fell asleep on the couch. That had been a nightmare. Of course, not all the dreams I enter are bad, some are cheerful, like a stroll in candy cane fields. But mostly, they are bad, leaving me helpless, at the mercy of the dreamer. One time, it had happened while I was driving, and I had crashed into a mailbox, not a happy experience. I can't fight it, but I do try to prevent it, like checking the classroom before entering, stuff like that.}
му тαlєηтѕ ιηclυdє {playing the guitar, photography, and entering dreams.}
му ρlαηѕ fσя тнє ƒυтυяє αяє {probably suicide, if this continues.}
σтнєя? Wake