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[pep]

mood; { nervous }
location; { her apartment }
in love with; { matthew }

❤ ครђlץภ ๓คє קєtєгร๏ภ ❤



Ashlyn gazed at herself restlessly in the simple mirror hanging on the back of her bathroom door. It seemed like such an odd place to let the mirror hang, but it was perfect after changing and observing herself in the mirror. Any wardrobe malfunctions would probably kill the reputation she had. Much unlike some superstars who laughed at the problems and moved on with life. Tonight Ash was wearing a simple one-shoulder shirt with a simple white tank top underneath, giving it the casual look. She also sported pale denim capris with the rip effect on the right leg- a small little gash, not showing her skin easily unless pulled back- and her favorite black and white Converse with the zebra stripe effect. One of her favorites.
Ashlyn moved onto her hair. Her blonde tendrils of sleek and smooth hair were on the messy side after a vigorous drying with a towel. She had always hated how the hair dryer she had seemingly burnt her hair darker. Snatching up her brush, she began stroking her snarled hair with the bristles, grinning slightly in relief as the tangles slipped out of her hair, making it look neater with every tangle removed. Once she had it in a desirable style- straight with the bottoms crimped for the wavy effect. She was ready.
Ashe made sure her turtle, Razor, was safe and sound in his small aquarium before grabbing her car keys. Should she drive? No, tonight was a nice night. It wouldn't hurt to walk to Isabella's; it wasn't far away. Opening the door of her apartment, she closed the door behind her and locked it, slipping the key into her pocket. Yes, she was ready for whatever the night wanted to throw at her.

[apathy,]

mood - eh
location - eh
with - eh
clothing - wip
looks - sexiness

P ʀ ɪ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ ✖ Bᴇᴀᴜ ✖ D ᴇ ᴡ ᴀ ʏ ɴ ᴇ

For a mere second he was just about to text Ana and break up with her. But, he couldn't do it through text though, he will most likely tell her at the party. He had taken a swing at the dating thing, and it just wasn't working out. This time, it really was him. He just had major commitment issues. His mind was made up, it was party time, and party time was when he went wild. He didn't even know why she stayed with him, did she know that he cheated on her more than once at parties? Prince just wasn't mean to date.

Stripping his clothes he jumped in the shower and came out around ten minutes later. His hair sticking to his face as he shook his head like a dog. Scrambling his hair with his hand he soon managed to get dressed. After a while he was out the door and heading towards the party. What is he going to do with his blue haired girlfriend? How would he dump her? All these thoughts ran through his mind as he climbed onto his Motorcycle. His red helmet slid onto his head, the passing air on the ride started to calm him down.

It only took a couple minutes before he finally arrived at the party, making sure no one stole it, he took the keys. A couple guys complimented the motorcycle, a couple girls swooned over him, but it wasn't like he was trying to check them out. Natural behavior. Prince took a deep breath and made his way up to the house/apartment/thing. He got to the front door and used his fist to bang on the door...

{ Eh, I didn't know where to start. }

[contagious.]

{ What happened? Haha, I had to go and get stuff for my concert. We got paired up, correct? }

[pep]

{ Yup; we've already started, so go ahead and start your character. ^_^ }

[BloodBrother]

←(т r e v o r)(мαle♂)(eιɢнтeeɴ)
locαтιoɴ:: You know. . .Around.|||мood:: Happy, 'normal'.|||crυѕн:: No...

"тнe тιмeѕ yoυr doυвт мe,
wнeɴ yoυ cαɴ'т ғeel,
тнe тιмeѕ yoυ qυeѕтιoɴ:
ιѕ тнιѕ ғor r e α l?

Trevor was quickly buttoning a black long sleeve along his solid chest as he stood in the bathroom, hair still a bit wet but only in certain areas. He looked up, his green eyes dull under the dark lights of the bathroom. He straightened the shirt over his dark Levi's so it hung down to mid-thigh. His hair was combed up in it's normal fashion and he was nicely dressed without being formal. He gave a small smirk in the mirror before slipping on a ring his father had given him along time ago, a golden band with two circles linked. He walked out of the bathroom to sit at the edge of his bed, slipping on his navy Vans.

He took his phone, checking the time to make sure he wasn't too late. He then slipped it into the pocket of his jeans before grabbing his car keys. One the way out the door, he took his leather jacket, slipping it over his shoulder without buttoning it. He closed the door softly behind him before coming to his driveway where a slick black Camaro was parked, looking like it was gloating. Another smirk crossed his face lightly before he unlocked the doors and slipped into the front seat.



His mind drifted to Faye, though beautiful, he didn't exactly know she was for him. Though she was good company, his thought with a smile. She was the perfect friend, but when it came to something more... He wasn't sure. His thoughts drifted away as he turned up the music. The name or artist of the song was unknown to him, but he liked the beat and the voice that mixed with it. He grinned, his teeth somewhat showing as he drove towards a party.

[apathy,]

[ fail my post, but it is up there! ]

[zach.]

(( We already started? Oh, hold on give me a few to make a post... ))

[Annwyn]

мσσd:: Bubbly
ℓσcαтιση::Party
Eighteen||In a Relationship in With- Beau

Anstesia was lounging on the couch with a beer when someone opened the door for Beau to come in. She was happy to see him, but she didn't move from the couch. She wasn't exactly happy with him. Her friends had proved he was cheating on her, not that it really took much anyway, she already suspected it. Anastesia smiled at him, hoping that for once he would come sit with her like they had before all of this. Or atleast didn't go and try to suck the face off of some other girl. the thought depressed her, she'd considered revenge plenty of time, but it just wasn't worth the effort. It would only make it worse, and she knew it. She took a steady glup from her beer and shook her hair out, making her head feel a little fuzzy. Looking at Beau again, she had the sudden feeling she'd need more beer.

[BloodBrother]

I'm going to make a "pretty post" on my laptop but then I have to turn it off so I might be making posts on my phone until tomorrow.))

[zach.]

mood - eh
location - eh
with - no one

F ᴀ ʏ ᴇ ✖ Dᴀᴍᴏɴɪ ✖ S ᴄ ᴏ ᴜ ᴛ

Ladies and Gentlemen! Faye Damoni Scout here to play piano! Boom her perfect dream was gone in a split second. She then remembered about Trevor and how much she hated him and loved him at the same time. How was that relationship going? She asked herself laughing at her own comment. Faye stretched and turned on the shower getting in. 10-15 minutes later she was out drying herself off. She looked in the mirror brushing her teeth with Crest toothpaste. She finished and shoved her toothpaste back in the drawer taking out a turquoise colored brush brushing her long wavy cocoa brown hair. She smiled at herself and walked downstairs. Then it hit her. They had a party coming up! She smiled and couldn't wait to see Trevor. Actually she was pretty upset she had picked him to be a boyfriend but hey, at least she had some kind of company.

Faye grabbed an apple from the basket and washed it off drying it with Grandmothers towel. She inspected it and saw the shines. She bit into the apple trying to think what she would do with Trevor. She then got the idea. I should dump Trevor! She got so excited from her idea she finished the apple and ran to her room getting dressed. She threw her clothes on and started planning her break-up with Trevor. She practiced the lines she had put together for herself and ripped the paper apart when she was finished.

The eighteen year old climbed into her brand new Chevy Volt and drove off to the party where she would meet her boyfriend Trevor. She parked the car and took the keys locking the Chevy. She smiled at everyone who crossed her path and climbed up the steps to home. She didn't knock on the door because she had seen the boy in front of her already did. She casually smiled at him and waited anxiously to go inside to see what this would be about.

Credit goes to ғᴀᴛᴀʟ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ for format

This is a fail... I really didn't know what to post.