◘ If Everyone Cared.. ◘ || Semi-Lit || Accepting!

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper didn't get why she wouldn't let him even get another word out. Twice now. Everything she had left.. She brought it with her to the garden room? Everything in it could be ruined by water? He didn't get why she said she wanted to be friends, then suddenly shunned him. He didn't do anything wrong. He just wanted to say hi to someone he recognized. I just don't get it. He sighed, running a hand through his hair and stopping it halfway to make in a fist like he tended to do when he was anxious, confused, or agitated. In this case, all of the above. She left the bag behind, begging his curiosity. Did she want him to look through it to find out what she'd lost? Harper groaned under his breath. Too many questions that never got answered..

For a moment, an idea popped into his head. Picking up the bag with care, he headed out of the Garden Room. He didn't know where she might've gone this time. Peering in the lunch room for a moment after a good amount of walking, he realized she wasn't there. The next place he guessed was her room. Locating it after a small amount of time, Harper knocked on her door and waited for a response. Even if that response was getting a lamp smashed over his head. Why am I doing this..? He sighed audibly, looking down at the bag with a troubled expression.

[Why not make 'em hot ;D? What's the fun in having ugly dudes?
I wanna change my formatting too -.- It's too boring XD]

[x-Evading Extra-x]

((I wasn't talking about hot guys 'interested in' my character, I'm not like, that's not what I roleplay for. I was just talking about in general, there's a ton!!))

[That's cause we use the guys we wish we had ;w;]

[Ozara]

((I wasn't talking about hot guys 'interested in' my character, I'm not like, that's not what I roleplay for. I was just talking about in general, there's a ton!!))

[That's cause we use the guys we wish we had ;w;]

[*Gives you high-five*
True dat XD]

[x-Evading Extra-x]

{{Everyone has a crush on Ozara, what the hay! LOL}}

ˁᴵᵀ ᴬᴺᴰ ˁᵀᴬᴿᴱ
ᴱˣᴾᴿᴱˁˁᴵᴼᴺ ˁᴼ ᴮᴬᴿᴱ
ᴵᵀ'ˁ ˁᴬᴰ ᵀᴼ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ
ᴴᴼᵂ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ʸᴼᵁ
ᶜᴬᴿᴱˑˑ

((LOL! Ozara is loved. ^^ Your character is accepted Toon. {I am a mod of the RP}
Feel free to RP any time you want :P
@RocketStar: You make me feel bad ;w; I will RP with you XP))

Exodus followed Kendall with a smirk, face down as she stepped through the sand. It was embarrassing enough that she butt-planted into the ground, but not as embarrassing as what happened next.
Exodus realized her phone wasn't in her pocket anymore, so she turned to retrieve it figuring it must've fallen out when she fell. Instead of getting her phone, though, she bumped into some girl with her same hair color wearing sunglasses. {Mia} She took a bewildered step back, arms stretching up in a defensive way as she said, "Sorry. Ugh. Today I'm clumsy."

She wasn't sure if Kendall's eyes were on her, but if they were, you'd notice how red her face was. She could just feel the heat on her cheeks.

{Wb}

[Remember this Ozara?]

[@Ozara- LOL!!!!!! -highfives back- :D -bows- Those are my words of wisdom :D]

[kreate]

Andrew heard Knocking. She wiped the tears away, and opened the door a bit. It was him. "How did you find me?" she asked, opening it, revealing her room. "And how did you get my-" she cut off. she didn't have it with her. "The colors!' she snatched the bag, and rushed to her bad, landing on his and pouring the contents out. she cried out. The colors smeared all of the paper, and she sighed. "no, no, no," She said quietly. "This was all I had left."

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper watched her snatch the bag of hers from his hand, then run over to her bed and pour everything onto it. She said something about colors. About it being all she had. "Back there you said it was already messed up.." He managed in a bewildered tone, scratching the back of his head with an unreadable perplexing expression. "I brought it over to see if I could help you salvage something.. Or something." He cut off his sentence, stopping to think. This is why you don't attempt friendship. It was a sentence that was popping up in his head several times today.

[x-Evading Extra-x]

[Must go now. So sorry. I'll be on tomorrow though since I'll be at Ozara's house... Hopefully XD... Well peace-off then. -waves goodbye-]

Liam ♫ Blackburn ♫
Male | 17 Years

All I want is a place to call my own
To mend the hearts of everyone who feels alone
Keep your hopes up high and your head down low
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I get what I want so everyone's always judging me
I'm not afraid of anything
I've got the whole world in front of me

[Welcome To My World]

Bleak resentment. What do those words mean to you? Do they spin you happily from one room of the dance room to the other? I don't think so... Do they throw in a devastating plot twist into your absolute favorite story? That's more like it right? Well at the moment those words, Bleak Resentment, are being sung at a high pitch within my ears, so soft and touching it almost soothes my nerves. Opera hasn't always been one of my favorite music productions to listen to, but I'm beginning to understand why some listen to this high and high octave sound. In any case, it is my understanding that some detest this music. Unfortunately, I must concur to a certain degree.
Sighing, my eyes slowly fade open, the darkness concealed behind my eyes regaining sight once again. The song skips to the following one, but before anymore opera singers begin to sing, I turn off the small MP3 given to me by some girl down the street. Why did she do that? Don't know, but it was awfully nice of her. Never though I'd end up saying something like that to a complete stranger. I thanked her readily, and then accepted without delay. No need to be rude about it.
Turns out, she enjoys opera, so I was here attempting to understand her interest in such... talent. No one was knocking on my bedroom asking for my attention anyways. I didn't expect anyone to either. This orphanage isn't a very friendly one compared to some others. Differing personalities tend to crash horribly and most of the time no one is there to stop the destruction or to mend it. I try my best to take on the 'clean up after others messes' role, but it's never fitted well with my personality-if I do say so myself. Yet again, this could be me just saying this to satisfy my own ego. I do believe I could do well in that job, but I wouldn't. Ever.

Key ♫ Slade ♫
Female | 15 Years

I woke up one morning to find myself wrapped in the things
I swore I'd never touch and here I am again
Trying to save what's left of you and I
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I reached out; Fell short; Now you're hurt
And it kills me what's in me too angry for us to survive
I used too many words tonight

[Welcome To My World]

If I have to say one thing to make myself think straight right now, I think I'm going to say I'm bored. It's that simple really. The world is black and white to me right now-right and wrong; left and right; bad
and worse-actually isn't this supposed to be called gray and black? Eh, whatever. In any case, my eyes opened to the sun beaming brightly against my shades. I stole them a while back from one of my foster families who belonged to the K-9 unit. Bored....bored....bored. The room echoed my raspy breathes that escaped from my parched lips. Where's the fridge in the kitchen?I could never remember... Sighing, I let my legs drag me down the hall and down the dreary stairs. Black and white. No, it's Gray and Black now. If any memories were to be, to me, a bleak representation of my boredom right now, I'd have to qualify my dad's disappearance as one of them. Why? Don't know. It's merely the first suggestion that pops into my head at a time like this.

[redninetails]

||Cole Taylor Gold||
|Male||15||confused|

The sob that escaped Ozara had actually took him by surprise. She had her back turned towards him and seemed to be wipping away. tears. "Yeah, I guess you're not." He replied, his insides screaming for him to reach out and help her with whatever was tormenting her enough to have her breaking right infront of him. Reaching out a hand he then pulled it back, feeling that he'd get to close and into her personal space. "Here, you need to sit down and relax a bit." That's what he finally came up with. How lame he thought though he stepped forward and opened her doors room. "Come on." He directed her.

||Viola Rayna Pierce||
|Female||15||Uneasy|

She watched in surprise as brown haired boy and Destiny headed over and sat down at the table she had just moments ago been alone at. "h-high" She managed with a slight smile. Though just as quickly as they both sat down brown hair got up and went after a girl who seemed to be very upset. *Doesn't have to make a scene about it though* She thought with dislike, though she quickly pushed those thoughts away. "So, Destiny, you look a little better since i last saw you." She said in a friendly manner, picking up two fries and bitting off their ends.

((wb sorry))

[fly away.]

Destiny watched as Andrew ran off- making a big scene. She rolled her eyes, Andrew wanted attention. Destiny thought it was stupid. Destiny turned her gaze to Viola when she spoke, and nodded a little, "Thanks," she said softly, the word almost inaudible. She was still really upset about all her drawings. But she kept her gaze on her fries and ate another. She had no other sketch books, and that sketch book had always been her refuge. The water had ruined her refuge.

[x-Evading Extra-x]

Liam ♫ Blackburn ♫
Male | 17 Years

All I want is a place to call my own
To mend the hearts of everyone who feels alone
Keep your hopes up high and your head down low
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I get what I want so everyone's always judging me
I'm not afraid of anything
I've got the whole world in front of me

[Welcome To My World]

In all honest, can you blame me for keeping the MP3? Yesterday I was able to successfully sneak away from the orphanage, and then I met that woman. If I believed in fate, my mind would be questioning that instead. But I don't, so instead I decided to go to the people-instead of them coming to me. I've always been a socialite, for a long time actually, and my good manners get me lots of great friends, which can come in handy. Unfortunately, I must have come at the wrong time, because the air felt tense. Destiny is here, and so are some others whose names I can't remember. I'll get to that later.
"Hey guys. How are ya?" My voice broke the ice, hopefully, enough to get through some people. What could have happened here?
Before anyone had the chance to reply, I sat on the edge of one of the tables, the nearest one to my body, and plugged in an earphone-just one. Another opera song played and the dull lullaby calmed my nerves into a swerving patience. Not a bad thing in this case.
If one thing means one, this scenario reminds me of an almost successful adoption when I was 8. Even then I was a friendly gentlemen, and I got along well with the father and daughter. The memory serves well to describe the situation now when the father was upset because of something trivial I did to his daughter-help her get a date to the prom. Is something so wrong with that? I was younger, and my mind wasn't all there when I did so. But in either case, the dad made the air around the living room so tense it sent a shiver through my spine and right back up. Later on, I could feel the desperation coming from the mother when her daughter called 5 hours later than her curfew saying she had been raped. Needless to say, I was returned here, but the important point is that the air feels a lot like back then.
Not good.

Key ♫ Slade ♫
Female | 15 Years

I woke up one morning to find myself wrapped in the things
I swore I'd never touch and here I am again
Trying to save what's left of you and I
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I reached out; Fell short; Now you're hurt
And it kills me what's in me too angry for us to survive
I used too many words tonight

[Welcome To My World]

[unknown]
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