we are free ; couples romance ; open & accepting ; remake

[- sirensong]

[ Is there any more room for another female? o3o ]

[tundra;]

. robyn . samantha . williams

eighteen;; the perfect pair;; this

The brunette girl groaned and lazily shifted to her side as the sun pierced into her sleepy eyes, awaking her from her long night sleep. She threw the blankets to her side and carefully placed her feet on the floor, allowing a small yawn to escape her mouth. Robyn had nothing to do today; no meetings or jobs to attend to so she'd had the day to herself.
She made her way to the bathroom and quickly took a shower before dressing up into the first thing she saw. One last glance at her messy bedroom and she was gone.
As the girl made her way to the kitchen, she sighed, hoping there would be something to eat this time. However, disappointment clouded her eyes as she searched room. She could have sworn groceries were taken care of a couple of days ago but whatever, eating breakfast out wouldn't be so bad. After pulling her hair into a messy braid, Robyn walked out her apartment and toward whatever place she found first.

[DappleSpring]

{ Making form for the girl of the faded fireworks! }

[DappleSpring]

"Hello, my name is Laticia Marie Holmes. I'd like to say a few things."
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Age: 21
Gender: Female
Status: Pregnant, ugh.
"Life sucks, and then you die."

Hi there! My full, fancy name is Laticia Marie Holmes, but you can just call me Laticia. That's pronounced *lah-tea-see-uhh*. Get it right, thanks! I come from a huge Eastern London family. I have four siblings, and I'm the second youngest. I have two older brothers, Lucian and Marcus, ages 28 and 25, and then there's me, and then I have one younger brother named Darius, whose 12. Yeah, growing up with all boys in the house besides me and my mum is not fun, let me tell you that now. My older brothers can be very overbearing sometimes as well, so look out for them! I don't think I'm anything special, my name would lead you to believe so but really I'm not. Oh! One very IMPORTANT thing. I'm not related to Sherlock Holmes. I don't think people understand that he's a fictional character. Seriously, you don't know how many times I've been asked if he's my dad, grandfather, or relative! Get a grip people, he's a character! Anyways, it's a pleasure to meet you.

"They say personalities are the reflection of your soul, or something like that?"

I like to think I'm a fun, quirky girl. I'm outspoken, but I know my place. In private, if I know you well enough, I'm willing to be loud and obnoxious and say what I think. It's quite the opposite, though, if we're in public at all or even if we're alone and I don't know you. It's also hit or miss if I like your company or not. I'm very narrow-minded and judgemental, so I don't usual like too many people. So, really, I guess I'm not that fun and quirky after all. When I'm sick or angry, I go very quiet and usually resort to passive-aggressiveness (which I have perfected) or to the silent-treatment, depending on the person. I'm not stupid, I know men love the silent treatment, but some girls and other specific men don't, so really it all depends. I'm very intelligent, I graduated college to be a nurse, but that'll never happen. I love to sketch realistic drawings of people, and then burn them. I think it's my way of releasing pent-up stress, doing something I love, and then having nobody ever know I can do it. Anyways, I have a hot temper but usually I just bottle it up. My father keeps telling me that one day I'm going to explode, but really, I've gotten this far! How bad can it be?

Now I'm trying to make sense
of what little remains
Oh cause you left me with
no love in order to my name
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing

"I'm afraid of falling, so promise me you'll always catch me..."

So here's the deal. Listen well, because I'm not going to say it again. I have had too many exs to name, and none of them have ever really mattered in my life except one. I once fell madly in love with a man by the name of Stark Davis. He was everything I could've dreamed for. Masculine, possessive, intelligent, funny... where was I? Oh, right. Well anyways we went to a party together one night and we both got a little too tipsy. I had sworn that I would be the designated driver, but I broke my promise of no-alcohol, and I got drunk. Too drunk. I swore I was fine, and I convinced him to let me drive. Long story short, we got in an accident and I killed my fiance. So, I don't drink. Ever. It was a "freak accident" they told me, because a deer ran into the road, I swerved, and we ran into a tree and he was killed upon impact. I was in ICU for weeks, and I don't know how I'm still alive without him... If I hadn't of been drunk, I would've taken the highway instead of that stupid road, and he would still be alive. Anyways, I still beat myself up over that. Bring it up, and I swear to God I will kill you.

Talents:
Horse-Back-Riding
Piano
Singing
Cooking
Public Speaking
Sewing
Flute
Sketching
Ignoring People
Dislikes:
Most People
Tight Dresses
Reptiles
Thunder-Storms
Hot Weather
The Ocean
Jazz Music
Frizziness
Cheating

{ Faded Fireworks }

[khaleesi,]

s y r e n a cullen

The girl had been up since 5 am getting ready. Her stupid mom thinks she needs to be perfect. Her mom paid a stylist to fix her up for brunch. Her blonde hair was perfectly curled. She wore a cute outfit (without the gray sweater). She yawned and almost fell asleep. She jolted when the stylist started to do her makeup. She had only eaten a granola bar so she was starving. The stylist finished and then put Syrena in some very tall heels. "Mum, why can't I wear my all stars?"

"Because you are a young lady and you must make a good impression." Her mom replied.

Syrena groaned as they headed to the car. The dad opened the car door for her mom and Syrena. The blonde groaned the whole way there. Once she was at the restaurant she walked in. Seeing James she groaned loudly. "I don't want this mom!"

[~TheGirlOnFire~]

{Tara is open she walking on the side walk in the city}

[khaleesi,]

s y r e n a cullen

The girl had been up since 5 am getting ready. Her stupid mom thinks she needs to be perfect. Her mom paid a stylist to fix her up for brunch. Her blonde hair was perfectly curled. She wore a cute outfit (without the gray sweater). She yawned and almost fell asleep. She jolted when the stylist started to do her makeup. She had only eaten a granola bar so she was starving. The stylist finished and then put Syrena in some very tall heels. "Mum, why can't I wear my all stars?"

"Because you are a young lady and you must make a good impression." Her mom replied.

Syrena groaned as they headed to the car. The dad opened the car door for her mom and Syrena. The blonde groaned the whole way there. Once she was at the restaurant she walked in. Seeing James she groaned loudly. "I don't want this mom!"

[water-witch]

I'm not perfect,
but I don't think
you are, either

H
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● exited ●
● at the new apartment ●
● with her mom ●
● wearing this ●

{ hazel thompson ● sixteen ● 'country meets city' }

"Hazel...we're here." I blink, getting out of the car and looking up at the towering apartment building. My eyes grow wide, and wider still as I look around.


OMG SUCH A WIP

[Pockyy]

J a m e s . R o t h e r i n g t o n
whoever said life was perfect was so w r o n g

” I'll stop the whole world ~
I'll stop the whole world ~
From turning into a monster, eating us alive ~
Don't you ever wonder how we survive ... ? ~ ”

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james william benedict rotherington ; the set ups ; tag - Syrena ; location - Huntingtons ; mood - irritated

The sound of voices made James turn his head, the sounds of Syrena and her parents which were distinct against the inane mutterings of the others in Huntingtons. He stood up promptly, dusting himself off even though he had just been sitting there. Putting on a gracious smile, he waited for them to come over. Over phone calls and other meetings, he could hear what Syrena was saying. Well Syrena, we don't make the choices around here, he thought to himself with a finality, even though Syrena would not have been able to hear his thoughts. The only thing good about today was that he would get a nice brunch, as the food at Huntingtons was especially nice. He stepped out from the table, going to the chairs opposite and pulling it out for Syrena. It was vital that he made a good impression: his father expected it of him and his father was friends with Syrena's parents.

True, it was a somewhat mismatched set-up. James found Syrena simply quite annoying, and her prescence irritated him, but he didn't show it in front of her parents. What would that achieve anyway? An angry father and a ruined relationship for everyone. Waiting patiently, he saw a waiter glance at them several times. With a bright smile, he turned to look at his company, stil lwith the chair outstretched for Syrena.

{ writer's block sorry, didn't really know what to put }

[khaleesi,]

s y r e n a cullen

The girl watched James. She thiught he was arrogant and a kiss up. She sat down in the chair. "Thank you James." She said rather irradiatedly. Syrena took the menu from the waiter and when the waiter asked what they would like to drink, Syrena's mom ordered for Syrena. "That girl will have water." Her mom said smiling looking at the waiter. "I'll have tea."

Syrena slammed her menu down on the table. "Do you want to order my meal too?" Syrena growled.

"Don't raise your voice with me young lady." Her mom said.

"I haven't eaten for days mother. The only thing you do let me eat is half of a granola bar and dumb stinking water." The angered blonde said. Taking off her heels and set them on the table. "These hurt my feet, but you wouldn't know that. All you where is old lady shoes." The girl took the napkin off her lap and slammed it on the table. "Don't follow me." She said to all of them and stormed out of the resturaunt.