waking up to daylight. closed

[aberdeen]

ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ᵖ "we're fated to pretend"

work in progress, finishing up some art protects then I'll get my post up.

[zach.]

ooc

bump. c'mon guys. post your starting posts. c; this kinda goes for staying active and loyal to the role-play which only rose&& and SilverFrost did.

[apathy,]

{ i'll post. give me a minute i've got literally no muse because of school.
plus i'm a little mad for no reason whatsoever. but i don't need a reason, cuz it's me.
so i'll try to start both my characters off.

[ship]

r e g a n n o e l v e l l a

❝ ｉｍ ＴＨＥ ＬＯＲＡＸ ａｎｄ ｉ ｓｐｅａｋ ｆｏｒ ＴＨＥ ＴＲＥＥＳ
_______regan vella is an eighteen year old girl, who is mostly quiet. ＊

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____ Running down the hallway, like a mad-man, Regan was probably late as anyone else. She cam to a stumbling stop, "Hey, do you know where Regan Vella is supposed to be?" Regan asked impatiently, "Yes ma'am, down the hallway to the elevator to floor 7." She informed her. Without thanking the woman, she quickly ran down the hall to the elevator, pressing the 'up' button, several times. She looked around for a clock, quickly finding one."10:30? Already?" She gasped, now doubting her chance for the job. She tapped her foot like she was on coffee mixed with red bull. As the doors squished open, she saw a guy waiting in there.(Anyone?) She stumbled inside and pressed the button seven, waiting for the doors to close. She stared at the top of the doors, where it showed which floor they were on. She picked her fragile nails, she looked like a nervous wreck about to enter where people like Victoria's Seceret Angels were, or the most famous models in those E! magizines she read all the time.
She didn't notice the guy next to her, so many thoughts drifted and rushed through her head like traffic in New York at 5:00. Her eyes wondered the elevator, spotting the guy next to her like a sniper rifle. Her eyes quickly snapped back to her, like her thoughts. She saw the numbers go from a 1...2...3...4...5... and slower each time, waiting for seven to come, like a child waiting for their ice cream. Just like a child, she wanted to pout and cry if she didn't get this job, she wanted it, and grabbed for it so many times, maybe this will really be her chance.

[radiate,]

_______________________
♚ a ＬＯＮＥＬＹ girl;
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☪ ＤＯＮＴ ＷＡＳＴＥ
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[Cythia]-[eighteen]-[female]

☬ Her name is Cynthia Hart Allen,
the eighteen year old young lady.
She was born in the borders of New
York. She is a big freak when it
comes to fashion. She is your
average young lady born in a
bad influenced community. She
is a lonely girl who is very shy.
She likes bad boys like her ex.
She might be shy, but when you
ask her about her life, she stays
as quiet as a stone. She acts like
if she has no feelings and like she
doesn't care about others. She has
sky blue eyes with blonde hair.
Most of her friends are like her, but
they piss her off all the time. She has
one tattoo of a symbol of a cat.
As well as a tattoo on her back.Her
scene of style includes this. She isn't
patient and she hates having long
conversations with people. She likes
being alone, and she is organized.
She likes shopping at Trader Joes,
and Whole Foods, because she
like to maintain her figure and she
likes healthy food, but sometimes
she flips on Junk food, but rarely.

[ship]

ooc

I hope this doesn't die...

[zach.]

I M P O R T A N T NEWS.

ooc;

aye guys. if you have NOT posted a starting post or started one i need you to do one now. i will give you until Thursday January 17th, 2013 to get it done because nobody is doing it. if you don't get it done by Thursday January 17th, 2013 without some kind of notice i'm going to have to remove you from the role-play unless you were grounded or something. also, if you haven't posted a starting post yet (you know who you are) i will send you a private message just in case you don't read this post for any reason.

also, radiate,and penguin have been added to the characters list along with their characters cynthia and eddie so you guys may post your starting posts. my first post was on the last page. page 3. click the URL and it will take you to the post. you can read it through or scan some sentences down (preferably the third or fourth paragraph).

if you all want i can post a second post to get a good idea of what is really going on if some of you were confused. i kinda put a lot of detail in it and not really the main thing (my fault...) if you're confused or something just message me and i'll explain. c;

also, if you someone wants to i would be happy to role-play with someone. suri is open and she's sitting in an office waiting for her manager. your character or suri or whoever can run into each other and we'll just post from then on out.


- posted on the 15th of January 2013.

PLEASE READ

[apathy,]

Ｍａｄｉｓｏｎ Ｔｕｃｋｅｒ

❝ the devil is real and he ’ s not some little red man with horns and a tail .
he can be beautiful because he ’ s just a fallen angel and he used to be god ’ s f a v o r i t e .
_______madison tucker; a young male at the age of nineteen who was born in chicago, illinois. ▲

formatting © misfit.
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_______ wip.

[skyl_er]

[ I will post, I'm just unable to get on a computer. Plus, I have a report due for school and other people I promised replies to also so I'll get to it probably soon. Hopefully half of it tonight. I don't know. ]

[indebted]

❝The darkness is B E A U T I F U L people just can't appreciate it.

♛ { ᴍᴏʟʟʏ } ♛ { ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ } ♛ { ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ } ♛ { sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ } ♛ { ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ } ♛

Molly struggled to keep standing. She was bored and wanted to sit down, but she reminded herself she had to keep going. Proper stature and confidence were important roles in the making of a fashion designer. She was reaching her manager's room now, and she swung open the door to reveal what she thought was her manager but was a brown-black haired girl about as old as she was, looking as bored as she was. Molly had to stifle a smile before confusion washed over her. She had been so sure this was the manager's room, or rather her manager's room, but of course not, she had forgotten! She did a quick check on the room number and was ashamed to realize this was one room off of her destination. Oh, she had messed up! What if her manager was becoming impatient? Well, she had to apologize first. She had barged in, and that was rude, apparently. She could honestly care less. But she had to be nice, make a good impression on everybody, that kind of thing.

"Oh," she cried in a fakely hurt voice. "I'm so, so sorry! I thought this was my manager's room, and you know, well, I just opened the door, and, oh, it was terribly rude of me, I'm so sorry!" She winced at how many so's she was using. She clutched her heart. "Oh, dear! I promise it won't happen again, it was horrible of me to barge in on you like this. But there are so many rooms in this building, and you know, I messed up!"
wip for next post!