Rainbow Veins [Yaoi] .needs members <3.

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Username - CallaSoreon
Character's Name - Samuel Murray
Gender - Male
Age - 20
Job - Hotel bell boy
Personality - Friendly, protective, fun loving, giving
Picture - http://CallaSoreon.deviantart.com/art/Manself-155898207 (you get the idea)
Crush - RP out
Other - Loves to sing dance and cook. He's sucks at singing, is an okay dancer, and food is his passion.

[Irisu Kyouko]

"Kaede Toshiyuki." Kaede looked down as he followed the other and thought for a moment then said, "I know, stupid name, ahaha." He sat on the empty bed he was led to, quietly awaiting for instructions. The pink tone in his cheeks never left. If anything, it became more prominent. "What's yours?" he asks, disappointed he didn't get a good look at this boy's nametag.

[Holywoah.
Accepted, Calla. :B]

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Sam sat in the room next door waiting to given the okay to checkout and get back to work. He hoped that cute intern would be the one to come check on him. He was watching intently out the window in his clinic room and saw the handsome blonde in question... with another guy. He new he shouldn't feel as irritated as he was. The other guy was probably just another patient, but he couldn't help it. He handsome intern, Gabriel, he remembered was by far the best looking guy and had met in a long time.

[sarahequus]

Username - sarahequus
Character's Name - Kristofer Adams.
Gender - Male.
Age - 20.
Job - Starbucks cashier/ Psychology student.
Personality - Submissive, introverted, perfectionist, surprisingly affectionate. Kris strives to be the perfect help, the plan provider, and to be someone's muse, while distracting as little attention as possible. Don't get him wrong, he loves to be with people, but he doesn't want to be in the limelight. It scares him. He's a bit of a neat freak and multitasker. He appreciates art and music, but he would rather read his psychology text book or polish up on the 5 languages he knows.
Picture - Yay for generic anime boys.
Crush - Open. :3
Other - None.

[Irisu Kyouko]

[OF COURSE IT'S NOT TOO LATE. <3
Accepted. 8D]

[sarahequus]

{Yay. :D May I have a recap?}

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{Yay. May I have a recap?}

Well Kaede and Gabriel have a thing going on. My Sam and SarahHeartBreak's Aiden are available. We are all currently in the hospital that Gabriel works at. Kaede is a writer and hurt his wrist. Sam is a hotel bell boy who is in the hospital for getting hit the head with a falling suitcase. There's a recap for you.

[Irisu Kyouko]

[I was ninja'd. oAo
Small correction, tho'; Kaede's an artist who writes as a hobby. :V
-slapped for correcting-]

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((Sorry its Aiden thats the writer.))

[sarahequus]

{Yay. :D May I have a recap?}

Well Kaede and Gabriel have a thing going on. My Sam and SarahHeartBreak's Aiden are available. We are all currently in the hospital that Gabriel works at. Kaede is a writer and hurt his wrist. Sam is a hotel bell boy who is in the hospital for getting hit the head with a falling suitcase. There's a recap for you.

{Thank you! :) And is it okay if Kris begins to like your Mr. Sam for now?}

His right hand clutched to his chest, Kris stepped through the hospital doors. He hated hospitals. In fact, he wouldn't be here if one of his customers didn't flip out and spill scalding hot coffee everywhere, splashing Kris's now inflamed and blistered hand. Some nurses were up ahead, but, well... Kris didn't want to bother them. They were busy anyway. Pregnant women going into labor were more important than some coffee burn. He picked a spot at the back of the small line and nervously tapped his foot and wetted his lips. God, just standing in the lobby made him frightened. He glanced around, occasionally meeting the eyes of someone before looking swiftly away, cheeks flushed.

Oh sure, just what he needed. Attractive boys, all here, some alone. Kris kept his eyes lingering on a curly haired blond near his own age. He looked away quickly though, as now he was front in line. Even though he was right handed, Kris taught himself to be ambidextrous by age 12, and left-handedly signed himself in. He glanced around again and stepped quietly to a nearby chair. It'd be a while before he could get his burns treated. He slunk down into it's fabric, raised a loose fist to his chin, and rested his head.