cнєcк уєѕ נυιℓιєт [Romance//Semi-lit//Open]

[Soul Of Space]

((Headacchhee.... and sore throat..... -_- best morning... ever.))

Brylian smiled a bit, looking back up at him, "LEad the way, O mighty one." she snickered with a smile.

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○Baili•Elizabeth•Kleinman○
Crushed and Created- Caitlyn Smith
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSV-L3SlV5s
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↳ вαѕιc ιиfσямαтισи:
gєи∂єя »Female
αgє » 17
иιcкиαмє(ѕ) » Bailz
↳ ιи ∂єρтн ιиfσямαтισи:
ρєяѕσиαℓιту » She's a very happy-go-lucky girl. Her charismatic aura, and everlasting smile, causes people to want to be around her. However, when no one's watching, she let's go of the pain she's been building up. Many times she's cried herself to sleep. She doesn't take drama well, and she tries to ignore it. However, it's hard to do so when it just keeps finding you.
нιѕтσяу »She grew up in a pretty wealthy neighborhood. She had a good life, until her mother passed away at the age of 13. She dealt with this experience by ignoring it, which just lead to many private tear sessions and break downs, involving a knife on her wrist. She always kept a smile on her face when people were looking though, because she didn't want others to seehow much she hurt. As she got older, she really had to learn who her true friends were, and fell victum to many rumors, threats, and lost friendships. Yet, she still kept a smile on her face. That way, she could at least pretend everything was all good. She's still looking for that one person she could honestly trust, and wouldn't get hurt while loving him.

{{ Accepted, but she needs a title. Like on the first page how there's "Miss Popular" and "Miss broken hearted"..that kind of thing. }}

[DJCD]

((Ok. I guess she could be Miss Popular. Unless that's taken already...))

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{{ That one's taken already }}

{{ @ ~Scarlett~ :: Your character needs a title, as well. =] }}

[DJCD]

((Ms. Lost? Or Ms. Pretender? Whichever works best for the RP))

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Isabelle nodded. "Looks like we're stuck bunking together." she gave a playful, cute, smile as she sat down on the edge of her bed. Carefully replacing the broken string of her guitar, and placing it back in it's case as she finished. Blowing a soft sigh and falling back onto the bed; her gaze fixated upon the ceiling. "So. . .did your parents explain, like at all, why they sent you here?" she asked, rolling over onto her side so that she was facing his bed on the opposite end of the room. "Mine just kind of told me last week to start packing my stuff cause I'd be away for the summer." she shrugged. "..Kinda weird"

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Caden's eyes flickered from house to house, searching for the one with his name. "Huh, look at that. . ." an amused grin danced at his lips as he turned to her. "Looks like we're bunking together." his grin remained as he walked up the steps to the porch. Bunking with her was certainly something he wouldn't mind. "I suppose I'll be a gentleman and let you have first pick." he blew a playful sigh, gesturing toward the two beds.

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((Ms. Lost? Or Ms. Pretender? Whichever works best for the RP))

{{ Thanks ^^ I'll add her to the front page.}}

[DJCD]

((Ok thanks! So where should I start?))

[frankietmb]

Frankie, picked the biggest bed, "hope you don't mind," she placed her suitcase on her bed, and started to unpack. She pulled out a big mirror, and started to check her hair. After a while she finally put the mirror down, "sorry, i always use my mirror," she said.

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{{ Right now, they're mostly hanging around on the beach or going to find the beach house they'll be staying in =] }}