.always. .teen romance roleplay. .semi-literate.

[benexo]

{{ Ahh! Sorry for holding you guys up! I have a riding competition today, but hopefully I'll get it done! Sorry!! D: }}

[FlynnEugene]

((Bump!))

[Study in Scarlet]

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Full Name: My Full name? Well that's Bernard Michael Albrecht-Sumner, but I go by Bernard Albrecht.
Nickname: I have been referd to as " Barney Rubble ", because of my alleged resemblance to the character in the cartoon The Flintstones. Please don't call me Barney, but feel free to call me Bernie or anything else you can think of.
Gender: Male, feel free to check. Whoa, Whoa I was kidding!
Age: I am Twenty-one, a legal adult and living on my own.
Nationality: 100% British and proud!

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Personality: Well I am somewhat soft spoken, that's why people think I am shy, but I am not. I love music, can't live without my music or my guitar. I am funny, or atleast I try to be with always cracking jokes and what not. I am respectful and mind what others want. I don't put myself up higher than everyone else, I am modest most of the time. I do have to admit I love being infront of a camera or large crowd, I love it when they cheer my name, I have always wanted to be a member of a band, and become famous and well known. I don't care about money, it doesn't matter how much or little I posses. I like to sing and dance, play my gutiar, oh and my keyboard too. I enjoy music from the 1980's, such as Thompson Twins, New Order, Depsche Mode, and Pet Shop Boys. Obviously I like girls, that's a no brainer .... and other random stuff that I won't tell you about. I hate mice, rats, and coakroaches. I also don't like irratating people, and people who are mean to everyone. There are others, but thoes are the basics of my dislikes. Yes, I have flaws everyone does. When I get anxious or nervous, I get this tremmor in my hand. I have irrational fears of some things, my doctor diganosed me with OCD (Obsessive Cumpulsive Dissoreder). I am not pleasnt when you piss me off, let's just leave it at that, and I sometimes crave attention. Tthere is morre to my personality, but I don't really have time to tell you it all. You'll just have to meet me to find out what I'm like.
Background: I was born on January 4th, 1990 in Manchester, England (U.K) to parents Hugh and Sarah Albrecht. My parents were somewhat wealthy, and I was sent to a boarding school just outside of Liverpool. I didn't like school, the teacher were strict, the work was hard, and the students were crule. Though I kept an A's ans B's average in school, my father was angry when I graduated and didn't attend university. I wanted to play music professionaly, and was quiet good at it too but my father refused to let his son prticapiate in " silly child games ". Irritated by my father, I packed up and headed to London.
Sexual Orientation: Striaght, sorry guys I know I am irrisistable, but I like the ladies.

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Crush: I haven't met anyone yet ....
Relationship Status: No one wants to date me .
Relatives: Hugh Michael Albrecht -- Father [46]
Sarah Dianna Sumner -- Mother [43]
Franklin Gorge Albrecht -- Brother [4]
Ex-es: Hanna Elizabeth Jorges -- Ex [16]
Fran Hailey Davenport -- Ex [17]
Bailey Gorgeiana Fitzgearld -- Ex [18]
Kiera Anne Longfellow -- [20]
Friends: Thomas Xavier Bailey -- Bestfriend [21]
Enemies: None, that I know of any way.

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Anything Else: Theme song: Policy of Truth - Depeche Mode

[yuki,]

(Missed something from the rules. )

[Study in Scarlet]

[ Oh, I am sorrry about that. I fixed it! ]

[benexo]

{ J a k e B r a d s h a w }



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Full Name: "Unlike most people, I've got a pretty simple name: Jake Bradshaw."
Nickname: "Not much you can do with Jake."
Gender: "I'll leave that one to you to guess." Male
Age: "Been 19 for a couple of months now."
Nationality: "I'm fully American - born and raised in the States."

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Personality: Somber, easygoing, thoughtful; all describe Jake Bradshaw. He's not over the top about anything, and likes to take life one day at a time. He's not introverted though, or overly quiet - Jake enjoys meeting new people and having conversations with them to learn more. Because of his even-tempered attitude, he's often someone people go to for advice, and Jake also possess a sort of insight on a person's true feelings. Overall, he's welcome to help others and isn't judgmental. Like anyone else, he just likes being around his friends and making them happy.

Looks-wise, Jake is a pretty sturdy guy - he's not very muscular, but isn't bony either. He's around 5'11 feet tall, so of medium height. His shaggy golden brown hair is often tucked underneath a beanie, or is just plain and un-styled. Hazel eyes lined with plenty of dark lashes adorn his face, and Jake's favorite pair of black Raybans are usually perched on his nose in the daylight. He's pretty understated and overlooked for a good-looking guy due to his laid-back personality, and for the fact that he doesn't like to flaunt.
Background: Growing up in a small town in Ohio, Jake had an average American lifestyle up until his parents got divorced when he was sixteen. With four sisters, his mother and father had numerous screaming sessions about custody and whatnot about whom should take care of who. Jake ended up being the only one with his father, and together they moved to Europe. As soon as he turned eighteen, the teen left to travel by himself. With all of Europe open to him, Jake wanted to see the sights and also have some time alone, away from Dad and his new girlfriend. Whilst living in London, he stumbled across the Youth Hostel and has decided to settle down for a while.
Sexual Orientation: Straight

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Crush: "I haven't even met any of the girls yet."
Relationship Status: "Been single for a bit now."
Relatives: "All of my direct family are still alive, and I've got a handful of cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents."
Ex-es: "I've had a couple of great relationships, and one or two not so great, but none since I moved to Europe."
Friends: "All of my friends are back in Ohio, but I'm really looking forward to meeting the other guys and girls here."
Enemies: "None yet...and hopefully none ever!"

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Anything Else: Theme song: Something Good Can Work by Two Door Cinema Club

[yuki,]

(Accepted. Feel free to start guys!)

Mood: Relaxed.
Location: The Hostel.
Status: Single.
With... Nobody.

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Isabella was used to moving around. So much so, that she doubted she had a proper home to go to. Nevertheless, she was in London now and on her way to some place called the Kingsley Youth Hostel. Her father had sent his driver; Paul to pick her up and now she was sitting in the back of his black Mercedes Benz, watching the streets fly by. After a while she noticed that they had left the bustling city centre and were heading into what could be called; countryside. She was still tired after her journey on the plane and hadn't completely recovered after she arrived at Heathrow Airport. But now she could see the old building ahead of them, and she couldn't wait to find her room, unpack and sleep. If she were to get the chance to.
Paul pulled into the drive that led up to the Hostel and parked just outsied the front door. And, although she protested profusely, he came around and opened her door for her. "I'm fine." She muttered, stepping out of the car and brushing down her clothes. She had changed at JFK airport in New York, into a pair of skinny jeans, beige t-shirt and her favourite brown leather jacket, as well as a pair of black boots. The heels were only three inches, but she still found herself stumbling a little after the car ride. "I'm fine, Paul." She found herself repeating but with more force. Her long hair wasn't exactly blonde, but it was very fair; and it cascaded down around her shoulders in loose ringlets, framing her face.
The young woman made her way round to the trunk of the car and popped it open, taking one of her suitcases out and putting it down next to her feet. Then there came her second suitcase. They weren't exactly big; but she planned to stay here for a while. So with Paul's unwanted help, she carried them up the front steps and knocked on the door. A middle aged woman answered the door, saying something about welcoming Isabella to the Hostel. But Bella was too tired to even act like she was listening.
Soon enough, she was escorted to her room on the east side of the building - above the library apparently. She made a note to check it out later. "Thank you." She smiled as she turned back to the woman who seemed to be the owner of the establishment. And then Isabella was alone, and able to relax.

Mood: Bored.
Location: The Hostel.
Status: Single.
With... Nobody.

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Nicholas had woken up early that morning with a dry mouth. He had lain there for a while, gazing up at the bare ceiling of his room. And eventually, he had headed downstairs for some breakfast. He arrived at the foot of the stairs just as a new girl was being escorted up them. Although he didn't pay them much attention, he did make a note of how the girl sounded British. He liked the accent; he found it cute and kind of amusing. But not in a teasing sort of way. It just intrigued him. Where as, he assumed, his own Canadian accent annoyed the other teens in the building.
Nick made his way into the kitchen and popped two slices of bread into the toaster. Then, after pouring himself a glass of orange juice and buttering his toast; he sat down around the island in the centre of the kitchen on one of the stools with his plate of toast and drink in front of him. He then began to enjoy his breakfast, reading the morning newspaper as he chewed.

[FlynnEugene]

|| Olivia Benson ||

Olivia looked at her small pink phone, it was vibrating but she was too lazy to answer it, plus she didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment. She missed her pets at home, she didn't really miss her mom, she was excited she was getting out on her own. She finally picked her phone up but was too late, she missed the call. The person left a voice mail so she decided to listen to it. It was her mom, Hey Livie, it's your mom. I just wanted to see how my baby was doing, and wish you luck. I miss you SO much little girl." Olivia rolled her eyes, " mothers...." She sighed, " I haven't even been gone that long and she is already saying she misses me.... pathetic." She rolled over on her bed and looked at the ceiling, " Ugh, I am so bored." She picked up her blonde hair and looked at it, then she let it go and it floated down on her face. She blew the hair away from her face and then sat up. She looked around, thinking about something to do. She saw a picture of her and some of her friends from back home, " I miss them so much... I have nothing to do now."

[benexo]

|| J a k e B r a d s h a w ||

|| Male || Nineteen || American ||
|| @ Kingsley Youth Hostel || With {-} |

The bright England light filtering in through the window awoke Jake Bradshaw. Hesitant to get up out of bed just yet, the young man rolled over and pressed his face against the cotton pillow. With one hand, he reached over to grab the cup of water he always kept beside him on his bedside table, but his fingers grasped nothing but the air. What..? And then he remembered. The afternoon before, Jake had been flipping through the papers, not really searching for anything. But an ad inviting young adults to live in a private hostel caught his eye. Jake immediately started packing up his meager belongings and heading over to the place. Perhaps his quick decision to move was because he knew few people in London (and fewer he would call friends), or because he subconsciously hated the rock band obsessed roommate he was living with. Either way, the foreigner soon found himself being checked into a decently sized room where he would call home for the next who-knows-how-long. Evidently, Jake had been too busy the night before to bring a drink up to his room.

With a groan, Jake sat up and rubbed his face with both hands. Mornings were not exactly his thing, but it was time to get up and moving. I might get to meet the other people here today. With that positive thought in mind, he got dressed and groomed, and by 9 am he was ready to go. Slipping on some shoes, Jake shuffled down the stairs and headed into where he believed the dining area was. And he soon found himself correct, as well as in the company of another guy his age chewing on a piece of toast with the morning papers in hand. In case the guy wanted to be alone, Jake lifted a hand to knock on the side of the door. "Hey there, is it alright if I come in?"

[Study in Scarlet]

Though black-out curtians blocked the bright morning light from entering the room, the young man was aroused by the noises all around him. Bearnard had grownup in Manchester, an urban city full or rumbling trians and honking cars, but here it was so much ... louder. The young man missed his middleclass flat, located in the heart of urban Manchester, his hometown. He missed knowing everyone, and everyone know him. Now look at where he was ... some place called Kingsly Youth Hotel. Slipping off the blankets, Bernard clammerd out of bed, walking to the door, and slipping shoes on. The blonde haired boy didn't care for changing from hi sleepware, and headed for the kitchen. He wasn't the only one hungry that morning, he enterd and join two other blokes his age. Bernard looked from on young man, to the other; one was munching on a piece of toast, and the other seemed to have been knocking on the door. Bernard shook it off, and poured him self a glas of orange juice. The tall blonde looked out of place, wearing basketball shorts and a large T-shirt, while the other were already dressed for the day. Hell, Bernard hand't evven combed his messy short hair before leaving his hotel room. Oh well ..., he thought, before stuffing two bagel halves in a toaster.