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{ Brett Ian Summers }

Brett arrived at the area where he was staying for the Easter Egg Hunt. His truck was parked in an open spot, and he had just gotten out, his black duffel bag slung over his right shoulder. The teenager was wearing a plain white t-shirt, some ripped up faded blue jeans, and some ankle high Nikes. They were blue and white, and pretty cool looking. His dark brown hair was tousled by the wind slightly, but it looked fine otherwise. Some sunglasses covered his bright green eyes, but you could still easily see that they were green through his sunglasses. The boy shouldered his bag and headed towards the building. It was a fine day with nice weather; clear blue skies without a cloud in sight, sunny, warm, and slightly breezy. Perfect.

[ Sorry for bad post, on the iPad, and I have Writer's Block. :C ]

( finished, finally. xD )

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- - - - - - - - -Micheal
- - - - - - - - - Mitch
- - - - - - - Partner - Christelle
- - - - - -Age- 18
- - - - -Room - 63
- - - - Mood - Excitement and Exhuasting
- - - Where - In the limo
- - With - The driver and myself

Micheal had packed her bags and waited at the coach that overlooked the window in her house. Her hands bounced back and forth with anticipation and her feet bounced up and down with excitement. Her gazze was fixed out the window, looking from one side of the deserted street to the other. She saw a black car round the corner and sprinted to her bags. She peered back out the window to see the car, that she misplaced for a limo, drive past and pull into a driveway a couple houses down. She sighed and dropped her bags for the fifth time today. Se was beggining to worry, the limo shoulhave came almost half an hour ago, but it still hasn't came. She went to the mirror for the third time and checked herself to make sure that she looked pretty. Rich brown curls with blonde highlights cascaded down her shoulders, she had that light rosiness in her cheeks along with her usual pale skin. She had decided to wear a white tank top with lace at the top, along with a plaid botton-down shirt that was open to reveal her tank top. She had wore plain stone-washed skinny jeans and her trusty purple converse with one neon orange shoelace and one cherry red and neon green shoelace left over from last year's Christmas. She tugged down the tanktop and tugged at the plaid botton-down than looked down to her shoes and left the washroom. She headed to the window just in time to see a black limo stop right in front of her garden. She squealed with delight, even though it was unlike her and stragely girly. She sprinted out the door, snatching all her bags on the way. The door automatically slammed behind her, amking her leap down the last step. The limo driver waited for her with the door opened, she smiled at him with a lop-sided grin and hopped into the limo's back seat. She tugged her luggage in and sat it on the seat next to her. The driver climbed into the front seat and he pulled on some leather gloves than drove down the street.

Mitch had shoved on her headphones for basically the whole limo ride. She got board and started to climb around the seats but the driver ordered jer to sit down in a strict voice. She was so bored out of her mind, that she venetually started to actually make a conversation with the driver. He found out that his name was Brad, she had asked him if his last name was Pitt. The driver just chuckled and kept driving. She listened to all the songs on her Ipod three times over. When they finally arrived at the airport, she sighed with relief. She got into line to sign in before going through customs in about five minutes. She boarded the plane and laid her head back in the seat and closed her eyes. Her head hung limp from sleep. She dreamed during her seat, mostly about the egg hunt. The hunt had a hoard of thoughts in her mind now.

[I said that I would make the stating post, I will let you get away with it, but let this be a lesson. read posts that you missed before posting unless it is 20 something pages.]

[cloudling]

[ Oh, okay, sorry. I must have missed your post. D: ]

[ Wren, do you still want to have Kristin and Brett as partners? If you don't, I understand. ]

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[Okay, so this isn't really working becuase a girl is with a girl, so I am going to say that you can pick your own,'kay? I have to go, please pm me if yu would like to be Micheals partner!]

[noel.]

[[ Okay then, so since Christelle was part of that girl-girl pairing she doesn't have an original pairing dude to fall back to if need be. So let me know if you'd like your character to partner up with her I guess. ]]

[|Akatsuki|]

||Ĵʋƨт Ѧʏ Ɔσʌɛя||

Full Name:
Marcel Nicholas James

Nickname:
Marc

Age:
18

||Δℓℓ Ғσя Ƭнɛ Ɔαмɛяα||

Height:
6'2"

Weight:
173 lb. He's twiggy.

Eye Color:
Hazel. More green then brown.

Hair Color:
Dark brown.

Body type:
Slim.

||Ɔʋρι∂'ƨ Ƥℓαиƨ||

Love Interest?:
No one at the moment.

Mother:
Jane Longoria James.(Deceased)

Father:
Carlos James.(Deceased)

Siblings:
Anna Marie James(Deceased)

Children:
Not yet.

||Ɯнαт'ƨ Иσт Ƨɛɛи||

Personality:
Marcel is a flirt. That's what could explain him most.
He will flirt and mess around with other girls, but he
usually only loves one girl. You see? He's nice and caring.
He will do anything for his friends and doesn't like to see
people sad and hurt. He likes to joke around with friends
and have a good time. He is smart and quick about things.
He has sharps eyes, which may help him here. He doesn't
handle heartbreak well, and that's because of something
that happend a long time ago and he won't mention it.
He can be found with other girls, reading, or lost in thought.

History:
Marcel live with his parents and older sister until
he was seven, his parents died in a car crash and his
sister was in a coma for two years until she two died.
He lived with his aunt and uncle who were abusive,
both physically and mentally. One day he broke a
vase and his uncle cut his upper arm, leaving an uneven
jagged scar that is about five inches long. He was
taken by CPS and sent to a foster home where he
met his good friend Lisa and her twin brother Asil,
he and Lisa had a small friendly relationship at first,
but they gradually grew bigger and they were soon
boyfriend and girlfriend. They dated for three years
until she was diagnosed with lung cancer and passed
away after a month of treatment. He was about
fifteen when that happend and he promised to put
himself through school and plans to go to the college
she had wanted to go to.

Quirks:
None really, pen clicking.
Habits:
Losing interest in things that don't seem important.
Talents?:
Playing piano and drawing.

Likes?:
[*]Drawing.
[*]Music.
[*]Playing games.
[*]Being around people.
[*]Having fun.
[*]Learning new things.
[*]Dogs.

Dislikes?:
[*]Being alone.
[*]Having no music.
[*]Mean people.
[*]Cats.
[*]Thunder.
[*]Lime soda.

Fears?:
[*]Black outs.
[*]Sharks
[*]Jellyfish.
Anything Else?:
Not yet.

[nezuko.]

Casey { Jefferson } Whitman
19 Years Old | Crush-less | Currently: Arriving at the Airport in Ferrari | With: His father and Liam

Casey had just finished dragging the huge luggage bag, duffel bag, and backpack into his father’s cherry red Ferrari. Well, his step-father’s Ferrari. His real father was dead. Gone. His step-father was some rich business owner who cared more about expensive tuxedos and fancy dinner parties than his children. No, his step-child and child, Liam. Liam was Casey’s favorite person in the family. Sure, Liam was a lot younger than him, but he was entertaining and caring. So unlike his step-dad and mother. Don’t even get started on the mother.
Casey shook his head and climbed into the front. Liam was in the back, listening to his iPod Touch. When Casey climbed in, Liam removed the earbuds and switched the iPod off. Casey didn’t say a word. His step-father was in the front, talking on his Blackberry. Casey watched the highway as the Ferrari sped by. He was excited for this trip. Paris. The city of love. Hot girls. Fancy food. Amazing sights. But best of all, an Easter Egg Hunt. In France. Alone. Without his mother or the stranger driving the car. This would be sweet! If only Liam could come.
“Casey,” Liam said in the back, looking slightly downcast. “Are you going to talk to me everyday?” Casey didn’t reply. Promises were not his thing. Liam took the silence as a bad thing. He leaned back in his seat and placed the buds into his ear. Finally, Step-Dad pulled up in front of the airport. “Safe trip then.” he said tonelessly. Casey didn’t bother replying as he got out of the car and took his luggage with him.

((Have to go, sorry!))

[e c h o s o n g]

{ Wᴀɴɴᴀ Kɴᴏᴡ Mᴇ?

Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ : Zachary Drew Summers
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs : Zach, The eyes
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ : Male
Aɢᴇ : 18
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ : Straight as a pole!

{ Mʏ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs?

Cʀᴜsʜ(s) : Micheal
Girlғʀɪᴇɴᴅ : None
Hᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ : None
Cʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ : None
Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛ(s) : Mom: Deceased Dad: Jim
Sɪʙʟɪɴɢ(s) : None, not that i know. Although my dad could be lying to me, like always
Bᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ : I'm a keep to myself kinda guy
Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ(s) : Like i said I'm a keep to myself kinda guy
Pᴇᴛ(s) : A pup, Coby

{ Uɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ Dᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ?
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ : Outer layer
The first layer of Zach is harder to get through, he usually never lets anybody go beyond this one. He fears people will lie, so he tries to cover up. All Zach ever shows in public is a non social non talkativ, silent boy who hates the world. But inside he wants someone to share his feelings with. He is always lonely and wants to find the one
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ : Zach's life was never normal, not even from day one. His dad never wanted him in the the first place, told him he was a mistake and always would be. Later, when he was about 1 1/2 his mother walked out on him, his dad told him his mother killed her self because Zach was such a bad boy. No matter what his mother could have said would never up set him, he had cried for days straight. Until his dad told him his mother left, that's when it started. Zach never trusted his father again. When he was 10 he ran away for several weeks. Once back his father told him he should have stayed away. Of course that had set off Zach once more, he began doing bad things in school and it was like this for the rest of his life.
Lɪᴋᴇ(s) : Hot girls, and nothing else pleases him
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇ(s) : His father and Clingy girls
Fᴇᴀʀ(s) : Lies
Gᴏᴀʟ(s) : None, really

{ Lᴏᴏᴋs?

Eʏᴇs : Every body pay attention to his big blue eyes.
Hᴀɪʀ : Blonde
Bᴏᴅʏ : Very muscular
Dɪsᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Fᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ : His eyes, definitely that's why some girls call him "The eyes"
Sᴛʏʟᴇ :Zach likes Vans and Converse for his shoe style. Other than that he doesn't have a specific brand, but likes to wear skinny jeans and t-shirts

**edited it**

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Recap?

[noel.]

[[ Not much has happened. Partners were assigned, but due to an issue with the pairings it became a 'pick your partner' deal. A few people have posted their intros about getting to the airport/onto the plain, but that is about it. ]]