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[seahaven]

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m o o d;
content
t a g g e d ;
nobody
d o i n g ;
sitting in starbucks
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Beep. Beep. Beep. The eyes of a small girl who had just awoken from a sweet
dream opened slightly. The loud, vexatious noise that escaped her small
bedside alarm clock traveled through her ears and reminded her brain to wake
up and work. After struggling with the blankets that were resting upon her
slender body, Juniper's hand slowly moved through the air and hit her clock,
causing it to turn off. She smiled and snuggled back into her bed, but in just a
few seconds, it started it's ferocious ringing again. "For the mother of-" A grunt escaped her lips as she swung her legs off the bed, and pushed her alarm clock into the garbage can that sat next to her bed. Why did she not want to get up? Oh, she was like this every morning, it was a normal thing for her to be pissed when the alarm went off. But although her body wanted to sleep, she knew she had to get up. She rolled her shoulders and stood up from the bed. "Good morning world." She pushed the curtains aside from her window and pushed open the glass. Her eyes lingered down to her phone that was charging on her bureau.
Just a few seconds later, Juniper was dancing around her room to the Goo Goo Dolls and trying to figure out what she was going to wear on this fine day. Her hand tickled the shoulders of her multiple shirts and dresses and finally picked out a dress. Today she felt like being different, and wore something she usually wouldn't. The girl wasn't the most happy about her appearance, or anything really. She felt as though she wasn't as pretty as she could be. But right now she really didn't give a sh*t. Once she was out of her pajamas, her arms trailed through the dress and when it rest on her shoulders, she walked over to her bureau once more. The drawers were stuffed with skinny jeans, shorts, and leggings, and her mind decided to wear a pair of leggings. When she got into her clothes, put on a pair of shoes, and put her hair in a high bun, she grabbed her phone and wallet and left the house.
Her heels clicked as she walked down the sidewalk towards the nearby Starbucks. When she made it there, a kind man opened the door for her, and she smiled, thanked him, and walked in. The line wasn't too long, only a few people, so she got behind the middle-aged woman that looked like she was going to work. Juniper took out a five dollar bill and waited until it was her turn to place her order. She handed the man her money and got a Hazelnut Frappuccino. A few minutes later, she was sitting at a table in the corner, tapping away on her phone, a text to her dad. "Good morning." She sent it and set her phone down, taking a sip of her drink and crossed her legs, looking around the small shop.

[abandoned.]

(( if anyone wants to arrange anything between my characters they can PM me c: I'll post tomorrow maybe ))

[ƒυяια.]

{Will post tomorrow, need to get to sleep. Can't wait c:}

[confliction]

{ I'll post tomorrow. If anyone wants to dabble with
Golden boy and the wannabe rockstar, please send a pm my way.
okay night! }

[Affliction]

Ehh I'll be on all night, but no one seems to be posting. PM if anyone cares to chat with Izzy }

[Brittle]

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✰ Ｐ Ｏ Ｌ Ａ Ｒ Ｉ Ｓ ✰
"Natalie, she ran away with all of my money."
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ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ → park outside of school
ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ → mutual
ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ → ainsely
ｆａｍｉｌｙ → marilyn & aaron
ｃｒｕｓｈ → romeo & lucas
ｔａｇｇｅｄ → romeo and ainsley
ｃｏｐｙｒｉｇｈｔ → pumpkin queen!

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She has come back, late August... Hadn't told a soul. You see, Polaris had been gone for a year, a trip to France to visit her widowed aunt and attend the funeral of her late Uncle Fredrick. Ainsley didn't know, and that was the hardest for Polaris- how do you not tell your best friend that your back? An entire school year... Polaris thought, slightly whistling at the thought of all that she missed. There could be people gone, people dating, people broken up; anything could've happened in those twelve months of departure. Getting the last tangle out of her mermaid blue hair, the girl decided to stop trying to make herself look presentable. It wasn't going to happen. Grabbing a leather bag, along with some sneakers and a lint covered jacket, the wiry girl was ready too go.
Where you ask? Well the school park of course. Her father ordered her too go immediately too seek out school friends. At first Polaris was happy he was finally taking interest in her strange, miserable life, but them she realized that frankly... He wanted her out of the house. But why, did a blue haired girl wandering the house sighing frequently, bug him? Scrabbling out the door, narrowly missing her cat's tail. Rango was a scruffy thing, runt of the litter, worms, and fleas and everything. But Polaris saw something adorable in those bright green eyes. Rango hissed indignantly, but he finally moved enough to let his owner wedge herself through the door and finally pop out the other side. Her house wasn't much too look at, actually I meant apartment. A small thing, with two bedrooms and a short living room and kitchen. Again, it wasn't much, but it was enough to make Polaris happy for once. Now thinking about her classmates, Polaris thought about Romeo. The boy who used to be in her history class. The girl laughed, she was thinking like it was four years ago instead of one. Shoving her hands in her pocket, Polaris walked towards the sidewalk, agains the road, and kept walking until she reached the school. Polaris tried not too think about it, the small thing she had for Romeo back then- well it really wasn't a 'thing' but... Okay it was totally a thing. Even Ainsley didn't know her secret crush. Of course there was no romance between them now, Polaris had been gone for a whole year! What was she supposed to do?? Then there was Lucas Edwards, all the girls wanted him. And Polaris had to admit, he was pretty cute. Smiling at the ground, the girl reached for her phone and quickly texted Nickel. "Go to the school park- there's someone waiting for you there." Shutting off her phone, Polaris looked up; but in one soft movement she was on the ground her things everywhere. "I'm so sorry!" she shouted helping the boy up from his position on the ground, after she had accidentally knocked him down

the boy can be anybody!

[serenity QUITTING]

ＤＥＰＲＥＳＳＥＤ, ＳＴＲＥＳＳＥＤ,
ＢＵＴ ＷＥＬＬ ＤＲＥＳＳＥＤ ↷ ↷

┏xxxxxxxx.xxx ┓

ｒｅｍｉ
xxｅ. ｊ.

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[ none ]

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xxx i shoved open the door to starbucks with my hip, arms full with my books and laptop. i set the books on an empty table, and hurried to get in line. the man in front of me turned around and smiled, showing me his yellow and brown teeth. i smiled back, though i nearly gagged. the line moved.
xxx "i'll have a chocolate chip frappuccino," i told the boy boy behind the counter. he gave me a grin and a quick salute, before asking me whether or not i wanted my usual muffin. "well . . . add in a blueberry muffin." i grinned at him; i came here nearly every morning, and usually jasper was here, too. i fished my wallet out of my purse, sliding the green bills across the counter; he handed back some quarters and a dime.
xxx "thanks a bunch, jazz," i told him, scooping up my change in my open hand.
xxx he shot me a wink. "anything for you, rem." he glanced at the laptop tucked under my arm as he handed off my muffin. "another paper? or are you just using that to skype your boyfriend?"
xxx i laughed, shaking my head at him. "i haven't got one, and you know it. and you also know that i can't, for the life of me, figure out that app! honestly, how the heck do people use it?"
xxx jasper laughed, sliding me my frappuccino. "i'll teach you sometime. have fun with that paper," he added, as i turned. i blew him a kiss over my shoulder, and finally joined my books at the table.

work in progress.

[Brittle]

next up marylin

[pumpkin.]

{ okay, posted Easton above. Sorry for bad posts, I'm tired and on mobile >-< }
{ please excuse the one curse word in this post c: }

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"Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?"
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ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ → starbucks
ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ → insecure, lonely
ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ → pm me if wanted
ｆａｍｉｌｙ → mother and brother
ｃｒｕｓｈ → luke & aaron
ｔａｇｇｅｄ → no one

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'Useless. Try doing something helpful for a change,' the small voice whispered tauntingly in the back of her head. 'Yeah,' another minuscule, high-pitched voice agreed. 'You know, there's a nice sized bridge across the street.' This was too much; it was overwhelming what sensible part of her mind was left. What had triggered the voices to start up again? Nothing had hurt her, and she most definitely hadn't hurt herself-- that was what caused them to get aroused once more. Her pain. Her fear. Her worry. They ate it up like death-eaters relinquished themselves from happiness and souls in Harry Potter. You know, that was an acceptable simile; she'd have to start using that more often. But, the tall, overly-skinny girl couldn't think much of anything just then, especially with the voices screaming in the back of her head. At least the hallucinations weren't acting up again. Those were the scariest-- always had been. Most of the time Kyle couldn't construct what was weird and what wasn't; usually she just had to pick and choose, then get the consequences of her actions later. For example, one time an elderly couple had seen her talking to "no one", when she had in fact been speaking to a petite, pale-skinned woman in front of her. Or so she'd thought. The woman was just another figment of her imagination. Do you even understand, how hard it was to go around, assuming who you could trust and who you couldn't? Do you understand, how hard it was in everyday life, being petrified to look into a mirror for fear of what you'd see behind your shoulder? Would you understand if Kyle told you she talked to people inside her head? Because most people don't. Most people are mortified and leave; because that's society. The girl had been forced to accept the ugly truth years ago, in the beginning of sixth grade. The same grade everything else started acting up. The same grade when her world was turned upside down. But, it was also enforced by third grade; the year her father died from the third deadliest breed of cancer, melanoma. When her mother started neglecting her in fourth grade, the increasing pressure was stretching her limits. In fifth grade, towards the end of the year, her brother started talking to her less and less, and would watch as his friends bullied her in the school hallways. That had really struck home. But what started everything-- what made the winning strike for the opposing team-- was the end of the year slideshow that was put up for the outgoing elementary school kids. It was when they got to her class and their section of the presentation when her picture had flashed up onto the screen; that was when one boy decided to say-- way above the proper volume-- "ugly and fat!" The worst part was the entire auditorium broke out in laughter. The entire fifth grade pretty much agreed with his statement when they did that. That summer was when all hell broke loose.

Kyle was snapped out of her trance when apparently it was her turn next in line. Judging by the look on the boy's face as he stood behind the counter, he'd been trying to get her attention for quite some time. It was a look of pure aggravation and distaste. The aggravation most likely for her holding up the line, and the distaste for the fact that her originally blonde hair was dyed pastel green, blue, and purple. Kyle's forest green eyes flecked with brown and gold rose to meet his challenging gaze, and she spoke, her voice reflecting a much weaker demenour than she'd have preferred. "Can I have a strawberry smoothie, please?" Her voice came out as it usually did; smooth and gentle. That tone never changed, not even when she was angry. It only shifted when she was depressed or saddened; then her voice would get bumpy and high-pitched, meanwhile cracking like crazy. When the boy nodded and turned, she averted her eyes once again to the cold floor of the Starbucks, her fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the cropped yellow and white long-sleeve she'd decided to wear that day, along with her red striped Adidas and black shorts. She was all over the place that day. Not even a minute later, Kyle was startled by the voice of the boy, and without hesitance, she quickly handed him the money she owed and took her drink from him. Turning quickly on the ball of her heel, she maneuvered her way through the particularly crowded Starbucks until she was seated at a two-seater table. Talk about forever alone. With a soft, nearly inaudible sigh, she swept her blue, green, and purple locks up in one hand and moved it so it was no longer over her shoulder, but draping down her back until it reached about waist-length. She had always hated haircuts. Sipping on her drink and absentmindedly nibbling on the tip of her straw, she began tapping at the table with long, slender fingers, not exactly waiting for anything or anyone.

[serenity QUITTING]

ＷＲＯＮＧ ＰＬＡＣＥ，
ＷＲＯＮＧ ＴＩＭＥ ↷ ↷

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ｒｏｍｅｏ
xxａ. ｂ.

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[ polaris ]

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xxx something hard smashed into me, and i topple backwards. all around me, books and papers were flying. blinking in confusion, i looked up to see polaris. "ari? i didn't know you were back in town!" i leaned over to gather up her things for her, excitement bubbling in the pit of my stomach. she'd been gone for an entire year! it'd been ridiculous, especially since she didn't have my number. but when i tried to shoot her a smile, pain shot through my face, and i gasped, lifting my hand to a huge cut above my eye. i bit my tongue as blood poured down past my fingers, and i could see it balancing on my lashes before it dripped down.

xxx i moaned, feeling for any more cuts. in all the excitement of seeing ari, i guess i hadn't even noticed the giant hole in my face. go figure. i didn't want to bleed on her things, so i set them down in a pile, stumbling to my feet. "have you, uh, got anything i can, uh, use for, uh, this . . . ?" i shot ari a sideways, pleading look, hand still over my head. "you did this to me, you know. i think you owe me." i grinned at her, trying again to stop the bleeding. i applied pressure. it kept right on bleeding. i took the time to admire her. i'd always loved the blue hair. in fact, when i was a kid, i used to go get blue hair dye at the store and beg my mom to let me dye my hair. she always said no, and still said no, but i gave up on my dream after meeting ari. she looked much better with blue hair then i would.