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{{ omg finn. i absolutly loved that movie 'like crazy'. before i can accept you though, i need her last name and her dream so i can add her to the front page c: }}

[♛ feral]

|I think her last name is Marx.
I'll finish my forms, hopefully before this starts, but I'm making a roleplay at the moment. I did however add Wesley's name description thing.|

[indefinite.]

{{ @cactus; ok, and wow. i'm an epic fail xD

@everyone; ok, i'll have my post up tomorrow after school, so you all can post afterwards c: }}

[carrie dee.]

| Yeah, t'was good. xD Tus is right, her last name is Marx, and her dream? Ahhh.... Hmmm..... To get in to Stanford. There'll be a backstory in there somewhere. ;] |

[indefinite.]

{{ ok. thanks finnie c: }}

[indefinite.]

тнere'ѕ α lιттle вιт oғ devιl ιɴ нer αɴɢel eyeѕ.
ѕнe'ѕ α lιттle вιт oғ нeαveɴ wιтн α wιld ѕιde.

αвιɢαιl elvιѕ

ғeмale | 19 yearѕ | ғorм | тнe " т w o - ғ α c e d " oɴe | crυѕнleѕѕ

her dream vanished as soon as abbie's blue moons for eyes flew open, hand gripping her shirt collar for reassurance. her breaths came in heavy pants, eyes wandering around the room. she was alone, except for her dog who were dozing peacefully beside her, unaware of her near heart attack. this wasnt the first time she'd had this dream of a strange creature turning on her and chasing her through a forest, only to pin her down and sink their teeth into his arms and back, always waking before the dream ended though, and she knew this wouldnt be the last time either. being that abigail was the childish type and other kids had such nightmares, it was possible she would have it again. for as long as she could remember, she'd always had the same dreams, rarely any new ones. they always came back, just like de ja vu.
she sat up and ran a hand through her wavy, morning hair. dylan, her lovable labrador retriever, leapt from the bed as abbie climbed out, racing down the hallway. probably getting his ball. and to think, he still hasnt figured it out i dont like to play at... abigail looked at her alarm clock. six o'clock in the morning. sure enough the bountiful two year old bounded into her room, his gait jumpy, and a matted, drool covered tennis ball within his jaws. dylan dropped the ball at her feet, giving abbie's dangling hand a demanding nudge with his snout. abigail pushed it away, walking into the bathroom. when she had first met the young dog, he had done the same thing, and she had fallen head over heels.
abigail walked into the bathroom, running a brush through her hair until it was, to her opinion, decent enough to be seen in public. she dressed into some casual clothes, a pair of shorts and a tank top, and walked downstairs. it was vacant. dylan had stayed by her side the entire time she had gotten dressed, until he saw the dog door leading to the backyard was open, and slipped outside to reveal himself. it wasnt until abbs tossed a jimmy dean breakfast sandwich into the microwave that he returned. abbie wasnt a fan of the sausage; she just ate the egg, biscuit, and cheese and gave the sausage to her brute of a dog. "don't eat it all in one bite." she scolded the dog as he swallowed it whole. "you're already getting to be too big." in responce, the labrador swatted her knee with his broad paw.
taking a good bite of her breakfast, she examined the post it note on her fridgerator door. it read,

hey, kids. me and your father thought you all looked so precious in your sleep {if only you could be awake too!} that we didnt want to wake you. we decided to go out on an early picnic for our anniversary and leave you all home. after all, we need peace and quiet every once in a while! when we come back, we expect all the chores to be done. jonah, you need to mow the lawns and take out all the trash in every bathroom. got it? last time you did it half-*ss. ashley wash your dad's truck and your car. they're both a disaster. also, clean both the upstairs and downstairs bathrooms. abbie-girlie, you vacum the caprets, mop the floors, and give dylan a bath. he stinks to high heaven. jayne and jillian, you two need to do the dishes, together, and dust all the pictures. and one of you needs to pick up dylan's poop in the backyard, before jonah mows the grass.
ok, got it? it better be done before we get back. we love you!
- mom.

abbie frowned, grabbing her car keys, her bag, and headed outside. "i'll pay jayne and jillian to do the floors later," she mumbled to herself, walking out the front door. dylan raced after her, leaping into the front seat of her car, and abbie slid into the drivers side. she loved her car; it was cute, and she loved vintage. the drive down to the beach was quick. it was only about a block away, but it was too hot out to walk the way. parking her car in the closest place to the sand, she climbed out and watched as dylan raced past her and into the salty waters.

[eden .]

[ yeah, I assumed it was more summer, but I just wanted to make sure. Sorry! ]

єνєяуσηє кησωѕ ι'м ιη σνєя му нєα∂. σνєя му нєα∂!

Alex woke up to another average day. Sighing and stretching out, she allowed herself a moment of indulgence as she lied in bed. Strangely enough, the house was quiet. Frowning, Alex rolled out of the sheets and covers and padded downstairs in her bare feet, her shorts and sweater the only thing that was shielding her from the cold air conditioning blasting through the house. Geez, what were her parents thinking? Shivering a little now, Alex descended down the stairs into the spacious welcoming area and headed towards the living room. It was dominated by a L-couch that her parents used for many social gatherings they had. Sometimes Alex thought that her parents had more social circles than she did, which was somewhat depressing. She shuffled past the modern styled glass table and ended up next to the entrance to the kitchen where the thermostat was next to. It was cranked down to a chilly sixty degrees, and Alex nearly yelled out aloud in indignation. Seriously? Was that necessary? She made to turn down the AC when a loud "SURPRISE!" blared through the room, and Alex literally jumped up about half a foot into the air.

Whirling in shock, it took Alex a moment to absorb all of the beaming faces of her friends and her parents that had come over at who-knows-when to put on this surprise for her. They had popped out from behind shelves, from behind the couch, from around the corner, and there had even been some at the entrance of the kitchen--not that Alex had noticed. She wasn't exactly her best in the mornings. Before she could collect herself, a flash burned her eyes out, and she blinked hard before finding the source.

"Lily!" Alex exclaimed in a somewhat whiny voice. "Come on! I'm still in PJs!"

"That's why this is priceless," her blond haired friend cackled, looking at the photo in her camera's memory. Alex made a lunge for it, but she was already being swept up by the party guests who were anxious to show Alex a swell time. Letting it go, Alex allowd herself to enjoy the party for a while, looking at the faces of her friends that were smiling and telling her happy birthday.

"You know it's not my birthday, right?" Alex finally pointed out, to which her friends responded, "DUH! You didn't get to celebrate it in May, so we thought we'd throw it for you! Happy seventeenth!" Alex grinned, saying, "Thanks guys. It's great."

When it was over, Alex went upstairs and changed into her regular clothes, denying her friends' offer to go out, for once. For her birthday, she wasn't very happy. She wasn't sad per se, it was just that seeing all of their faces reminded Alex about how she'd probably never trust her life with those guys. Oh well. She didn't need them. Alex gave herself a little pep talk while she applied some make up and went out by herself, calling to her parents that she'd be out and about for a while, probably at the beach, and that she'd call them. The house remained silent, but Alex didn't trouble herself too much. She streaked out the door and into her car that she'd gotten for her sixteenth before heading out, rolling down the windows to allow the hot wind pound into the vehicle.

ѕнє'ѕ ση уσυя мιη∂

ƒємαℓє ● 17 ● ѕιηgℓє, ησ cяυѕн

ι'м σηℓу gєттιηg ѕтαятє∂.

Nathan sighed as he looked over his answers. Everything seemed correct, which was unfortunate. He had pretty much finished his studies for the day, and it wasn't even dinner time, yet. The mechanics of everything were starting to make painful sense to Nathan. He was finishing all of the exercises in record time, which left the rest of the day free and available. What was he supposed to do now? Scowling, Nathan slapped the sheet of paper down before stalking out of his room.

"I'm going out!" Nathan shouted to whomever it may concern. He was already halfway through the door when his mother called back, "What about your studies?"

"Finished! Tomorrow's, too," Nathan added, anticipating her next question. Really, his mother was all too predictable. Before she could ask anymore questions he had slammed the door and already halfway to the boardwalk. Since he had free time, he might as well look up a job to keep himself busy. There had to be plenty of openings at the boardwalk. A short drive later and he was already pulling up to the famous beach. Climbing out of his car, he glanced around at the stores nearby and sighed. It seemed like he would have to walk a while before he found an opening. But he had to find something to occupy him, or else he'll feel like he's just wasting time. He probably should've gone out a lot more, but as it was he found it a boring and pointless venture. What a shame. He began to walk along the stores, keeping his eye out on the windows and thus averting his gaze from the pathway. Wow, Nathan, what a smart move.

cαη уσυ яєℓαтє?

мαℓє ● 18 ● ѕιηgℓє, ησ cяυѕн

[indefinite.]

{{ didnt you read the first post choey? read it and it will answer your question. }}

[robb]

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╚ Mᴏᴏᴅ: "Content I guess you could say.." Wɪᴛʜ: "Well..no one.."╝

Loud beeping from an alarm clock awoke the eighteen year old. He always set it, even when school was not going on. Being the exact opposite of his sister, he was a morning person. Elliot loved nothing more than the morning sun and breeze. He sat up and stretched, he was easily wide awake with in a few moments. Brushing back his dark raven hair with one hand he shuffled over to the mirror. To be honest the tall teen was glad his hair was back to being it's normal dark color. Elliot quickly dug threw his draws to find something suitable to wear, it didn't take long but probably longer than most guys took to pick out a simple outfit. But it was nothing to fancy. Just an old beanie and jeans with a button up. He tip toed down the stairs of the small house him, his sister, and single mother shared. They were both asleep and knowing them they would sleep till noon. But he knew more than anything that the whole family lived of coffee, and no one made a better Cappuccino than Elliot. He worked his magic for a while and then sat down to wait for it to finish. The grey-blue eyed boy double checked that he had all of his equipment in his bag: Extra lenses, a wipe... A loud thud on the table made Elliot's eyes shoot up. Staring back at him with big golden eyes was Rhett's cat and best friend Mooshi. A light chuckle calmed his shocked nerves. "Hey silly boy, shouldn't you be in sis's room?" He added stroking the felines pelt. Before the machines timer went off sending him out of his seat and back to the coffee. He poured himself some taking a sip to soon a burning his tongue. Elliot flinched before putting it in the bag and heading out the door.

Aɴᴅ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟʏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ
sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss
Aɴᴅ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ.
Aɴᴅ I ғᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʏ, sɪɴᴄᴇ
Sɪɴᴄᴇ I sᴀᴡ Jᴀɴᴇ Dᴏᴇ.

The sun shined off the boys new Canon EOS camera as he walked along the packed boardwalk. Elliot wanted so bad to stop and snap a few pictures, well 'snapping' pictures wasn't something he did. He took all the time he could to make sure everything was perfect. Pushing his Wayfer sunglasses up on his nose the dark haired teen decided to keep moving. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going but that was just part of the adventure. Elliot looked down as he walked slowly, rubbing his fingers gently over the lettering on the device around his neck. He would get his chance he just knew it. Some day, some one would recognize his passion for photography and maybe see he has a bit of talent. Biting his lip Elliot couldn't help but think that his dream was exactly that. A dream that he would be chasing for what seemed like a eternity. That didn't mean he was giving up, he wasn't going to just throw away something he had been working so hard to get. A loud crow from a seagull made Elliot come back to reality. He searched for the source of the distraction when he spotted it. A medium sized bird perched just in eyes view. The raven haired boy slowly picked up the camera around his neck. He fiddled around with the zoom and focus before pressing the big button. His gentle movements disappeared as he jerked up to look down at the screen. A smile spread across his excited face as he actually managed to get the bird looking directly at lens. He dropped the Cannon EOS and continued on his way. Letting his feet take him where ever they wished as he stared at his blue TOMS. But Elliot kept on hand in his pocket, grasping the pack of cigarettes he kept with him. But he wasn't going to smoke here, no he wasn't going to smoke anywhere. He had to stop some how, and the earlier he started the better.

↱Wʜᴇʀᴇ:"Just wondering around the boardwalk" Cʀᴜsʜ: "you are kidding right?" ↰

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╚ Mᴏᴏᴅ: "Scared...as usual" Wɪᴛʜ: "Mooshi of course"╝

A sweet smell caused the teenage girl to slowly open her eyes. No doubt Rhett was anything but a morning person, but her brother's coffee could always wake her up. She manged to get up and grabbed the first thing from her closet. It wasn't that bad. A white tank top, skinny jeans, and plaid over shirt, and an old pair of converses. A smile spread across her tired face when he best friend Mooshi entered the room. Quickly she brushed threw her dark raven hair and replaced her thick framed glasses with contacts. Excitement and the fact she was done there sent her down the stairs. Glancing around she could tell her older sibling had already left the building to continue with his crazy photography. Rhett lifted up the blue notebook from the dining room table and shoved it in her bag before her big brown eyes went straight to the coffee maker. "Thank you Elliot!" she said to herself with a slight laugh. Pulling out her head phones and ipod she gently turned up the volume and hit the shuffle button. Attempting to pour cat food and drink coffee she managed to make quit a fool of herself. But alone in her house she really couldn't care less. She plopped down in the wooden chair and chugged the rest of the cup while watching her feline enjoy his breakfast. Inspiration...inspiration is what she needed to get the flow to her not even really started novel. Setting down the mug she glanced out the small window. I'll go out today...no where serious just somewhere quite. It will be good to get out for once. Once she got her mind straight she stood up and waved her hand for Mooshi to follow.

Yᴇᴀʜ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ,
ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ Oʜ, I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ
ᴛʜɪɴɢs,Oʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ
ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ Mʏ ɢɪʀʟ, I'ᴅ ᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ
ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

Grasping a light post with one hand the small raven haired girl glanced behind her. She waved something towards and soon a solid black cat with a missing ear trotted up to her. She knelled slightly to stroke the felines back "Good boy Mooshi, just a little bit further." she whispered as her pet purred at her caress. Her mission, to find a quiet place where she could work. Work her book that is. Releasing the light fixture she held a small blue notebook against her chest. Hesitantly Rhett put one foot in front of the other. Her big brown eyes glanced around her surroundings...and she had no idea where she was. Gulping the freckled faced girl darted to another hiding place. She waited wide eyed until Mooshi caught up once again. The traffic of people left her still as a statue as she attempted to seem normal, which was pretty much already impossible for Rhett. Maybe she should head for the beach? Some part of her thought it was a good idea.[color=#808080]She was terrified of water and the place was probably packed. But there had to be a empty spot somewhere. Skipping quickly from hiding spot to hiding spot Rhett finally saw the shore. Starring at the sand for a moment the raven haired teen decided to loose the sneakers. Slipping of her checkered skateboarding shoes tossed them in the bag on her back before scooping her companion in her free hand. She giggled slightly at the small noise Mooshi made as his paws were suddenly swept off the ground. Scanning the beach she found a spot not far away that seemed to be free of people and a good distance from the ocean. But she moved quickly as the hot sand burnt her feet. But when Rhett reached her destination she threw her bag on the ground a dropped to the ground. Laughing slightly she opened her notebook to the last page she wrote on. The pale skinned girl scrunched up her eyebrows as she skimmed over the page covered in scribbles and corrections. Nawing on the end of her pencil she sat alone with her one eared cat curled up at her side.

↱Wʜᴇʀᴇ:"Pretty much lost..." Cʀᴜsʜ: "Does spider-man count?" ↰

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{ Sorry about the format. I am still working on it. But I hope these posts are good :3 }

[mint.]

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The soft beeping of the alarm was what the awoke the soundless sleep of Elizabeth. Slowly, she emerged from her bed, the warm shelter. Slowly, she made her way to the nearby window. Tugging gently, she pushed aside the light white colored curtains. Light emerged and batted against her skin. It was a beautiful day. Opening the window with slight force, she smiled, revealing the brightness in Ellie. Sadly, that began to fade.

Turning to her drawer, she pulled out the contents slowly. Of course, Elizabeth knew exactly what to wear, but she enjoyed the thrill of examining her clothes. It was fun to mix and match. Finally, she picked dandelion yellow dress that pressed against her body lightly, a country style leather-brown belt, brown flats, a nice mixed grey plaid sweater, and the accessories. Slipping everything on, she slowly began to pair her nails in the colour of yellow and white. Spinning around the full sized mirror, she smiled, her face gleaming. She looked beautiful, literally.

" Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe? "
- Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen

As she exited the house, she exaimed her outfit one last time before heading towards the boardwalk, past the crowds. Atleast now shed be seen. Ellie did not like crowds of people, but still enjoyed company. Slowly, she began to walk towards the boardwalk, hoping to catch a spark of creativity. Reaching into her purse, she felt for her notepad, a leather-cover pocket book about palm-size. Pulling the pad out, she flipped past her older notes, the ones written with neat cursive. Notes on everything- life, crushes, colours, designs, outfits, anything Liz can imagine. Reaching into her purse again for a pen, she began to search for a bench with her eyes. Finally, she settled upon a hard pine bench, and began to write. Pausing, she was startled by the beep that had broken her muse. It was Hannah, a friend of her posting something on a social networking site she has registered to. Checking the post, she typed a response.





Got grounded 'cuz big bro said I snuck out and stole mums credit cards. WTH?? He did it. I totally saw... Anyways, totally luvz your new outfit for me Liz. Btw, you get my text?


Abbey
~Hate life






Really? OMG. That sucks. Yup. I'll tell him. Still can't beileve your dating [cant tell you]. He totally is a spitball, and I dunno how you find him cute ^^.



Liz
~was in, now out


Silently laughing, she slipped her phone and notepad back into her purse, and added a new layer of gloss. Standing up, she turned to study her surroundings. Perhaps that cafe she loved is open. Passing a boy [Elliot] with a camera, she didn't mind his flashing and clicking. As she past him, she turned, studying him for a second. Pretty plain, but interesting in a way. Nowadays, there aren't many guys into photography. Elizabeth slowly tucked a lock of chocolate brown hair behind her ear, and hear towards the cafe, which she assume should be right around the corner.

Ellie didn't turn to see if that boy had noticed her, but her mind lingered on him. He seemed like a friendly guy. Pretty cute too. Perhaps... Rejecting that thought, she carried on. A song, Teenage Dream was playing that night. That night.

It was supposed of be a party, but instead grew into something more. They were all drunk. Elizabeth couldn't help but play a couple pranks on them. Her boyfriend, Josh, had been there. Texts were send back and forth. She had no idea what she done til she did it. She kissed his best friend. She was drunk. She thought it was him. Ouch. Nobody knew about it other than Josh. How his amused smile disappeared. They broke up the next day, and she never forgot. He was her prince, the one. She thought hard. Why? Her mind was blank, her mouth dry. Speechless til the moment he began to walk away, she had nothing to say. She deserved nothing to say.

Turning away from the shop with a mint-chocolate frappy-cap in hand, she began to walk, her mind wandering away.

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{ if anyone want to bump into her... }