.:The Price of Love:. {Romance RP}

[vαιuε]

I'll reply in about a hour... <3

[lorreli.]

[KK reply on 'If it means anything' too! :3]

[vαιuε]

Dean walked towards a small grassy area, looking fine in the light of the sun. His black sneakers trod lightly on the concrete walkway, making Dean realize he forgot something. A peculiar habit he had, the boy would always verify his surroundings before entering the scene. He smiled, and checked the small park. No, not much action here. The only thing Dean noticed was a rather petite looking girl, sitting on the edge of a fountain. (Marie) He shrugged, and headed over to a Cherry red tree, the flowers looked as if they were just blooming. Dean sighed contentedly, and leaned against its rough brown wood. As always he took out the tanned looking cigarette, and put it in his mouth. Then, he reached into his pocket, and dug out his lighter. For a moment, he studied it. It wasn’t exactly fancy, the lighter was metal, red rimmed. After a while of staring at it, he lit the cigarette, and felt calmer. Dean grinned, and relaxed against the tree, the hazy smile resting on his lips. A few yards away, a few boys, perhaps his age or older, were texting. Dean had gotten used to living a bit like a human, and was now familiar with every thing they used. He took out his own cell phone he had bought a couple of months ago, and started doing the same thing. Hey Max u get them yet? Dean texted, his fingers moving rapidly against the small keyboard. Max was a young boy, perhaps thirteen or fourteen who supplied him with drugs. In return, Dean would buy him alcohol, and his own cigarettes. Thank god, he didn’t charge money.

Katie smiled lightly at the boy who stood in front of her. He was cute, dark brown hair, a few freckles dotted his face. A nice body, she noticed he had muscular arms. But he wasn’t the boy she was looking for. He was sweet of course, and she would have gone out with him if she hadn’t been on this, small mission of hers. “Sorry Andy, but I’m busy” She answered, he frowned. Kate sighed, yes; he could tell she was lying. “Oh, um. Ok.” He gave her a fake smile. “I’ll see you later then…” Andrew said, and quietly walked off. Katie grimaced. It was hard to see them after they’ve been rejected. Kate had never meant to hurt them, but they took it the wrong way. Always.

[CaptainObvious]

Hearing her say yes, his eyes lit up and was about to ask her if she could take him there when she said she didn't. His face fell, how was he gonna get home now? "Yeah, I'm new, my name's Nicholas...uh, call me Nick, if you want." he smiled. Nick, no one ever called him that up there, they always called him Nicholas 'cause it sounded more angelic. Ugh, there it was. The dreaded question. 'Where are you from?' He sort of hated that question but he answered it anyway to be polite. "Oh, I'm from Alabama...yeah." he said, still grateful for that bumper sticker.

Evangeline walked down the sidewalk, clutching a few fliers. The staple gun already ran out of staples, and she accidentally dropped the tape, sending it rolling down a man hole. She sighed, mentally slapping herself for being so careless. What was she gonna do with the fliers now? An idea quickly came to her head when she saw a boy walking ahead of her. He had a dark jacket on and had both of his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets.{Chase^^} She quickly jogged towards him, tapping him on the shoulder when she got close enough. "Excuse me but would you like a flier?" she asked politely, showing him one.

{{Nuuu! Writer's block! x.x}}

[lorreli.]

Marie tore her eyes away from the couple she'd turned to watch again that was now walking out of the gates...being alone here sucked. The only person she ever talked to was an older women who came to the park everyday to feed the birds. Marie thought she was fascinating...she spoke Italian and taught Marie of what the immigration was like. Marie looked around her at her surroundings when she spotted a boy, leaning against a Cherry red tree, not far from the fountain on which she sat. She couldn't help but stare at him, her heart pounding loudly against her rib cage. She knew if he saw her staring, he'd be afraid or weirded out, at least, and leave. But somehow, she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. She looked back down in the water, looking at her reflection, and back at him. He'd never look at her and think something of her, anyways. Why was she even bothering?

Nikki smiled. "Nick, huh?" she looked at him very closely, smiling to herself on the inside. Yes, he was very cute, wasn't he? Not that he'd be interested in her...but it was worth a shot, right? "Alabama? That's cool. Never been there though...never been anywhere but here, anyways." She muttered more to herself then to him. Then, she asked, "Where are you staying? We should hang out sometime maybe..." she smiled at him.

[Partial Topaz]

Full Name: Krystal Lockheart
Nickname: Krys, Kryssie
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Human (A cool one, though ;])
Personality: Smart, Athletic, Funny, etc., etc. She loves to be around other people, and to try new things.
Crush: ...Open
Theme Song: Love Story-Taylor Swift
Photo: http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/ ... _thumb.jpg




You Belong with Me-Taylor Swift <3

[lorreli.]

Sorry, but we already have 6 angels. You can be a human if you still want to join :3

[Partial Topaz]

Ok ;]

[lorreli.]

[KK, one more spot for humans tho ]

[valar morghulis]

Sierra silently watched the house across the street as two people, one femal and one male,(Nikki & Nicholas) talked. She couldn't hear a word of what they were saying over the steady hum of cars passing, but it was always interesting to watch the way people interacted. She was never one to socialize, preferring solitude over "popularity", as they called it here. She payed close attention to the girl with a humored smirk. Simply by looking at her facial expressions, she could easily tell that she thought the guy was cute.
Shaking her head with a faint smile, she turned her attention back to the cars that sped by, not wanting to look like she had been eavesdropping.

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"Man it's getting cool out." He thought to himself as a gentle breeze blew through, blowing a few strands of his jet black hair out of place. In an attempt to warm himself, Chase rubbed his hand across his arms, only to be interrupted as he felt someone tap his shoulder. "Hi," he murmured as he came to a stop and looked at the girl he was now facing. "Uh, sure, what's it for?" he asked, taking the flier, his blue eyes scanning over the flimsy piece of paper with bold print at the top.