♥Loving Heart Pound♥ [Character Adoption Center] Closed!

[TigressJaguiar]

Can art be ordered?

[arte]

No. I'm afraid this isn't an artshop.
People design or have old characters that they donate.
No requests or orders ;3

[TigressJaguiar]

I mean can I order artwork for the character I'm trying to adopt from other people, or do I have to make it all myself?

[arte]

Oh
Yes, you may.

[ghostley.]

Artemis, do you think you could put something on the front page that shows the forms and who made them so that people know how many there are for this round because once you tell me how many forms there are a whole bunch come in and its kind of confusing.

[arte]

Each form has the code word CoCo on it, and that's how I find them.
But I'm not quite sure what you mean. When I tell you the number more come in...?

[ika;]

I want to Adopt!
Username: Ikaaaaaaaaa.
Pet's Name: "Kate. My name is Kate."

Currently, she goes by the name of 'Kate'. This is not her birth name, and it certainly is not her first name. Some say she's had too many personas to remember what she used to be called; there was Eve, Ivy, Sun, Noor- but each time, she's been found and had to change it again.

Kennel Number: ~3
Pet's Personality: Are you afraid of me? Can you look me in the eye- the eyes of a killer? Can you touch my hands knowing they stopped a heart? I'm proud. Don't patronize me- I understand that I am neither more nor less than most others, but you gotta earn my respect, and don't expect me to have the patience nor tolerance for those who have not proved themselves to me. I like my dominance, people listen to me because of it. I'm respectful only to those who prove themselves or are respectful themselves; I have never been one to bow to authority without questioning it first, and I never will be.

I used to be golden. What- you don't believe me? I sorta understand that. I got an IQ that hits the stratosphere- I'm your girl if you got some sort of problem academically. Other then that, don't trust me further than you can throw me- which probably wouldn't be very far. I like power. Like it a lot. Is there anything more exhilarating than being able to tell people to do things, and actually have them do it? Yeah, they're probably scared of me- but you know I got the world bent round my little finger.

Crack the shell, and you may well find that I can in fact be a very kind person. I have a hard time saying no to someone who is in trouble; you may not see it, but every request from another brings about an internal struggle as I try to decide whether I can use the situation to her advantage- and whether I care. I'm not nice for no reason- I got to get something back. Of course, for one man, there is no struggle- a cry for help is an offering of my life. But I've only ever loved that way once, and at this point, for another to capture my heart would take more than it ever has. You don't tell anyone I told you that, right? You think I'm lying? No. I loved him more than I could ever say. You don't talk about him in front of me. Don't you ever say his name.

You could say I'm hurting. That's probably true. But you haven't read my history yet- you're probably thinking; 'poor Kate, fighting with herself, she must be ever so miserable.' Don't you feel sorry for me. I did all this to myself, you know. All of it. The way I am is my fault, I take the blame for that.

Brief History:

I figured that this time- just once- I'd be safe for a night. No. I'm staring at the door, watching the hinges groan as the Bureau of Criminal Tracking batter it in an endless attempt to reach me. I'm cornered in the apartment. I don't know where I am, or how much they know about me- but by their frenzied shouts for backup, I'm sure they're on top of my information.

I'm like a fox in a burrow being dug out by hounds. I can hear their laboured breathing on the other side of the door. Pressed up against the furthest wall, armed with nothing but my rusted dagger, I gasp for breath. This wasn't how it was meant to happen. I was supposed to be safe now I'd reached the border- he said nobody would know who I am.

Or what I did.

BEFORE

"Hey, Jude- you got a light?" I asked, watching him carefully.

We were sat in Warehouse 14- long since abandoned. The windows were smashed, and fragments of glass littered the floor like deceiving diamonds. As a child, I tried to pick one up, and got a sliced thumb for my troubles. It was dark- you could see the stars through the missing slates on the roof. The entire building was silent, except for our breathing and the crackling of the makeshift fire we'd built in the center of the room. "Oh- so my pretty girl smokes?" Jude grinned snidely. "Well well, ain't we learnin' all about each other tonight?"

I rolled my eyes and shifted a little further away from him. "Aww, don't get all offended Leafie. It's charmin'. Classy, even. Never pegged you for a girl with class." I glared at him. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Jude. Quite the charmer, yourself. And why do you call me Leafie?"

Jude leant in closer, and I recoiled instinctively. "I'll tell you one day, darlin'. But right now, you sit here and tell me how you got yourself in such a pretty mess. Don't be afraid of me, I think we make quite the pair."

"I'm not afraid of you." I snapped, feeling subconsciously for my dagger sheathed at my waist. "You ain't afraid? Ah, sure you ain't. You look it- all shakin' and movin' away. Leafie, you don't even know my story-" He paused, and smiled smoothly at my poorly concealed dagger. "Just you remember, I got a pretty little knife of my own, should you choose to stab me in my sleep."

Irritated that he'd seen, I folded my arms across my chest. "Why would I stab you?" I muttered quietly. Jude gave a derisive laugh, as if I'd just told him the most amusing joke around. Then he stopped, and leant in closer- his forehead almost resting on mine. It was then that I could see his eyes. Beautiful eyes; green with just the faintest tinge of yellow- cat's eyes. They were filled with such fierce tenderness, that I almost relaxed against him. Then he whispered, and I felt his breath against my cheek; "You tell me, Leafie."

x.x.x.x

"I came from Four Corners, it's in-"

Jude interrupted almost immediately. "Texas, I know." Surprised, I raised an eyebrow at him. "What? You don't think I ain't from Texas too? Leafie, you're a sweetheart."

"Where?" I asked, in spite of myself. Curiosity always did get the better of me. He rubbed his chin with one hand- a gesture I'd come to know very well- and his eyes twinkled in the firelight. "Big Lake." Jude replied eventually. "It's a nice place if you can take the heat."

I don't like his tone of voice. "How did you manage, then?" I snip back. Jude grins, shrugging off the comment- "I took my shirt off all the time. Most people do. You should come back with me, Leafie." I almost laugh, but then I remember who I am and what could happen to me. I refuse to play his games.

Ignoring his flirting, I continue. "I came from Four Corners. My dad went away a lot, so me and my brother looked after my mother. She was sick, you know? Said it was the missing of our daddy that took the strength from her. She died pretty quick after my seventeenth birthday. My brother got called off to fight after that, and I was alone. I figured I wouldn't be hurting anyone if I packed up and left town, there was nothing there for me anymore."

Jude's face had turned impassive. "You were hurtin' yourself, though, Leafie. You always leave a bit of your heart back home."

Again, I don't comment. "I ended up in some big city, big lights- that sort. Got in with a bad crowd. Couldn't ask for help, nobody was brave enough to do anything about it. I walked round town in the day with big cuts down my body. 'Prettyin' me up', they said. Taught me how to shoot a gun, and how to pick locks. I think they started to trust me, 'cause soon I was living with their boss- 'Alpha', they called him. Alpha didn't treat me right, but he was feeding me and giving me money, so I did his bidding. Then..."

I trailed off, hot tears stinging my eyes. My heart beat against my chest, and the pain of it sent shockwaves into my head. I started to shake. Jude shook his head.

"Alrighty then, Leafie. You keep this big ol' secret for the moment. Get some sleep, we'll talk in the morning."

Obediently, I lay down on the cold concrete, watching the dying embers of the fire glow in the frosty night. The last thing I felt before I succumbed to my exhaustion was the soft fabric of a blanket being laid gently round my shoulders.

x.x.x.x

Seven months later. Jude’s been good to me.

All those things I said about him- they’re not true. He’s got a good heart.

I’m sitting on the lush reclining sofa in his skyrise apartment, watching the birds fly past the crisp glass wall that leads to the balcony. Everything’s so clean- to look at Jude, you'd never think he's as rich as he is. His apartment overlooks the city, and is tastefully decorated with minimalist wall hangings and an entire wall-length tropical fishtank that bubbles softly behind me.

He should be back soon.

As if on cue, I hear his key click in the lock, and the door swings open. "Hey, Leafie." He says quietly- the ghost of his usual grin flickering on the edges of his white lips. It's the moment he lurches forward, as if his legs have failed him- spilling scarlet blood over the cream carpet- that I notice something is very wrong.

I spring forwards, slamming into him as I try to keep him upright. He's moaning, and my shirt is now slick with his blood. "Jude-Jude! What happened? Jude?" I'm screaming, trying to force him to sit down. His clothes are ragged, and his beautiful face is cut; lips swollen and eyes black. He suddenly falls from my grasp, crumpling to the ground like a marionette with slashed strings.

"Listen to me-" He wheezes; "Leafie, you gotta listen to me- they're gonna come for you next. They know I've been hidin' you, and they know what you mean to me. You gotta go. Run."

My tears fall onto his beaten face, and I fall beside him and take him in my arms- pressing my face into his hair. "Why do you call me Leafie, Jude?" I whisper hoarsely.

He smiles weakly. "'Cause your eyes remind me of the yellow leaves back home. Breathtaking." Then he dies, all life leaving his cold body.

I begin to sob- a painful mixture of hysteria, horror and sheer terror overwhelming me. Jude. My Jude was dead.

"I liked your eyes too, Jude- you had cats eyes." I mumble.


[[Jude D: He isn't actually dead, guys- don't worry! He comes back, and if I get her, I'll write the whole thing out <3]]

Other: I really fell in love with this gorgeous girl- If I got her, she'd get her own page and have art pretty much daily. I just love everything about her! She'd be roleplayed, and very much loved. Thank you for the opportunity to get such an amazing character <3

CoCo

[arte]

Interesting story, Ikaa. C:

[ghostley.]

I want to Adopt!
Username: Ikaaaaaaaaa.
Pet's Name: "Kate. My name is Kate."

Currently, she goes by the name of 'Kate'. This is not her birth name, and it certainly is not her first name. Some say she's had too many personas to remember what she used to be called; there was Eve, Ivy, Sun, Noor- but each time, she's been found and had to change it again.

Kennel Number: ~3
Pet's Personality: Are you afraid of me? Can you look me in the eye- the eyes of a killer? Can you touch my hands knowing they stopped a heart? I'm proud. Don't patronize me- I understand that I am neither more nor less than most others, but you gotta earn my respect, and don't expect me to have the patience nor tolerance for those who have not proved themselves to me. I like my dominance, people listen to me because of it. I'm respectful only to those who prove themselves or are respectful themselves; I have never been one to bow to authority without questioning it first, and I never will be.

I used to be golden. What- you don't believe me? I sorta understand that. I got an IQ that hits the stratosphere- I'm your girl if you got some sort of problem academically. Other then that, don't trust me further than you can throw me- which probably wouldn't be very far. I like power. Like it a lot. Is there anything more exhilarating than being able to tell people to do things, and actually have them do it? Yeah, they're probably scared of me- but you know I got the world bent round my little finger.

Crack the shell, and you may well find that I can in fact be a very kind person. I have a hard time saying no to someone who is in trouble; you may not see it, but every request from another brings about an internal struggle as I try to decide whether I can use the situation to her advantage- and whether I care. I'm not nice for no reason- I got to get something back. Of course, for one man, there is no struggle- a cry for help is an offering of my life. But I've only ever loved that way once, and at this point, for another to capture my heart would take more than it ever has. You don't tell anyone I told you that, right? You think I'm lying? No. I loved him more than I could ever say. You don't talk about him in front of me. Don't you ever say his name.

You could say I'm hurting. That's probably true. But you haven't read my history yet- you're probably thinking; 'poor Kate, fighting with herself, she must be ever so miserable.' Don't you feel sorry for me. I did all this to myself, you know. All of it. The way I am is my fault, I take the blame for that.

Brief History:

I figured that this time- just once- I'd be safe for a night. No. I'm staring at the door, watching the hinges groan as the Bureau of Criminal Tracking batter it in an endless attempt to reach me. I'm cornered in the basement. I don't know where I am, or how much they know about me- but by their frenzied shouts for backup, I'm sure they're on top of my information.

I'm like a fox in a burrow being dug out by hounds. I can hear their laboured breathing on the other side of the door. Pressed up against the furthest wall, armed with nothing but my rusted dagger, I gasp for breath. This wasn't how it was meant to happen. I was supposed to be safe now I'd reached the border- he said nobody would know who I am.

Or what I did.

BEFORE

"Hey, Jude- you got a light?" I asked, watching him carefully.

We were sat in Warehouse 14- long since abandoned. The windows were smashed, and fragments of glass littered the floor like deceiving diamonds. As a child, I tried to pick one up, and got a sliced thumb for my troubles. It was dark- you could see the stars through the missing slates on the roof. The entire building was silent, except for our breathing and the crackling of the makeshift fire we'd built in the center of the room. "Oh- so my pretty girl smokes?" Jude grinned snidely. "Well well, ain't we learnin' all about each other tonight?"

I rolled my eyes and shifted a little further away from him. "Aww, don't get all offended Leafie. It's charmin'. Classy, even. Never pegged you for a girl with class." I glared at him. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Jude. Quite the charmer, yourself. And why do you call me Leafie?"

Jude leant in closer, and I recoiled instinctively. "I'll tell you one day, darlin'. But right now, you sit here and tell me how you got yourself in such a pretty mess. Don't be afraid of me, I think we make quite the pair."

"I'm not afraid of you." I snapped, feeling subconsciously for my dagger sheathed at my waist. "You ain't afraid? Ah, sure you ain't. You look it- all shakin' and movin' away. Leafie, you don't even know my story-" He paused, and smiled smoothly at my poorly concealed dagger. "Just you remember, I got a pretty little knife of my own, should you choose to stab me in my sleep."

Irritated that he'd seen, I folded my arms across my chest. "Why would I stab you?" I muttered quietly. Jude gave a derisive laugh, as if I'd just told him the most amusing joke around. Then he stopped, and leant in closer- his forehead almost resting on mine. It was then that I could see his eyes. Beautiful eyes; green with just the faintest tinge of yellow- cat's eyes. They were filled with such fierce tenderness, that I almost relaxed against him. Then he whispered, and I felt his breath against my cheek; "You tell me, Leafie."

x.x.x.x

"I came from Four Corners, it's in-"

Jude interrupted almost immediately. "Texas, I know." Surprised, I raised an eyebrow at him. "What? You don't think I ain't from Texas too? Leafie, you're a sweetheart."

"Where?" I asked, in spite of myself. Curiosity always did get the better of me. He rubbed his chin with one hand- a gesture I'd come to know very well- and his eyes twinkled in the firelight. "Big Lake." Jude replied eventually. "It's a nice place if you can take the heat."

I don't like his tone of voice. "How did you manage, then?" I snip back. Jude grins, shrugging off the comment- "I took my shirt off all the time. Most people do. You should come back with me, Leafie." I almost laugh, but then I remember who I am and what could happen to me. I refuse to play his games.

Ignoring his flirting, I continue. "I came from Four Corners. My dad went away a lot, so me and my brother looked after my mother. She was sick, you know? Said it was the missing of our daddy that took the strength from her. She died pretty quick after my seventeenth birthday. My brother got called off to fight after that, and I was alone. I figured I wouldn't be hurting anyone if I packed up and left town, there was nothing there for me anymore."

Jude's face had turned impassive. "You were hurtin' yourself, though, Leafie. You always leave a bit of your heart back home."

Again, I don't comment. "I ended up in some big city, big lights- that sort. Got in with a bad crowd. Couldn't ask for help, nobody was brave enough to do anything about it. I walked round town in the day with big cuts down my body. 'Prettyin' me up', they said. Taught me how to shoot a gun, and how to pick locks. I think they started to trust me, 'cause soon I was living with their boss- 'Alpha', they called him. Alpha didn't treat me right, but he was feeding me and giving me money, so I did his bidding. Then..."

I trailed off, hot tears stinging my eyes. My heart beat against my chest, and the pain of it sent shockwaves into my head. I started to shake. Jude shook his head.

"Alrighty then, Leafie. You keep this big ol' secret for the moment. Get some sleep, we'll talk in the morning."

Obediently, I lay down on the cold concrete, watching the dying embers of the fire glow in the frosty night. The last thing I felt before I succumbed to my exhaustion was the soft fabric of a blanket being laid gently round my shoulders.



Other: CoCo

NUUUUUUUUUU LOL!!!! NOW I WILL NEVA HAVE RIN!!!

[ika;]

x3
Sorry if I shouldn't be asking- but when is the code drop? I've checked the front page, and it says December, so I'm a little confused
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