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[[I'll try to get in a post by this week >_< Friday we're going to grandparents, so I might have better luck and much more time during the weekend, though on Saturday we're celebrating my grandpa's 70th bday...and my aunt and uncle are in town =.= so we'll see. Friday's probably gonna be the better bet for me Sorry!]]

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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.

[robb]

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╚ Mᴏᴏᴅ: "Content I guess you could say.." Wɪᴛʜ: "I see a dog, I wonder who's she is."╝

Glancing up for just a moment Elliot caught a small look from a girl passing him. He managed to get out a small smile before she turned back around. He began to open his mouth but chose against it. The teen turned to his bag and pulled out the coffee he had packed himself. Gratefully he sipped from the mug, sadly the hot liquid didn't go well with the temperature of his surroundings so he placed it back where he found it. Letting his blue eyes find the ground again, he didn't look back up until he felt the familiar wood under his feet change into soft sand. Elliot's had somehow found his way to the beach. It was already pretty packed full of people but the clear blue water was perfect for pictures. For a change Elliot hesitated slightly before continuing. Biting his lip the raven haired boy glanced around him.

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.

Elliot was never known as a nervous or self-concuss person. But something about being all alone on a beach full of people made him feel like he stuck out more than he even wanted. But he quickly wiped the look off his face when he made it the edge of the water. He slipped of his TOMS before getting any closer. Again he is forced out of his head when he hears loud splashing in front of him. Elliot pushes his sunglasses back up on his nose, before noticing the source of the noise. Which was to his surprise just a lab bouncing around in the waves. That surprisingly brought a smile to his face. He knelled down and cocked his head slightly "Who's are you?.." He whispered with a slight chuckle. Standing up again he searched around the shore line for someone who seemed to missing something. But had no luck, brushing back his dark hair with his hand he continued glancing around.

↱Wʜᴇʀᴇ:"Around the shore of the beach" 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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[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

a chocolate brown and sky blue towel hung from over her arm, her leather bag containing money if she wanted food from the snack bar, a water bottle, and dylan's leash. she managed to find a decent sized sandy spot that wasn't completely covered in seaweed, so she was the least bit satisfied. settling down onto her towel and using her bag to keep it from blowing away in the wind, she searched for dylan. he was bounding in the waves after some squealing kids. it made abbie giggle. the chocolate labrador retriever had always been a peoples' dog. never had he ever done her, or anyone else wrong. he'd never bitten anyone, even when he was teething as a puppy, and if you scratched him or threw his ball, even just once, you became the center of his world.
and that's what it appeared to be looking like when abigail caught sight of dylan bounding up to a boy, looking about her age, with a camera hanging from around his neck. she debated whether or not to save him from her brute of a dog, but then decided against it. he's perfectly fine, she thought to herself, making a cushion in the sand for her bottom to be settled comfortly. her bathing suit was on underneath her shorts and tank top, simply because she'd never been one to show herself off in such a way other girls refused to not. however though, when she looked back at dylan and the camera boy, her dog seemed to refuse leaving his side. here we go again... she muttered, brushing the sand off her legs with her palms and walking over.
"dylan! crazy dog... what do you think you're doing? just cuz i don't want to play ball doesn't mean he wants to." abigail anne elvis walked over, slipping her fingers between his neck fur and collar, gripping it tightly. the chocolate lab, obviously began to think abbie wanted to play, so he dropped the ball in her palm. abigail rolled her eyes, looking up at the boy between the strands of blonde locks that the wind blew onto her face. "sorry. he's never been a smart dog." she said, almost reluctantly, inspire of it being true. I mean, it was clear to everyone he got no brains from his parents.

{{ sorry it's so short. wanted to get a post up while i had the chance. im on vacation so spare me xD

[robb]

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╚ Mᴏᴏᴅ: "Pretty happy" Wɪᴛʜ: "Looks like I found the dogs owner."╝

A small hand wrapping around the dogs collar broke Elliot's eye contact with the K9. Standing up the eighteen year old brushed off his jeans. Glancing up again he saw a girl, who he assumed was the dogs owner had came to claim her pet. Hesitating for a moment he looked at the ground. Slipping off his sunglasses he tossed them back in his old messenger bag. True, he hated his eyes that shared a striking resemblance to his fathers, and he usually never left without some type of eye wear. But even more than that he hated to be rude. Elliot debated on actually looking up again, but his mother had taught him better. Slowly he did look back up making eye contact with the girl. Then he finally managed to open his mouth. "It's all good." A grin spread across his face allowing his embarrassing dimples to appear on his sunburned cheeks. The boy was usually a people person, easily talking to anyone. But today he had been in a jumpy mood from the start.

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.

His light blue-grey eyes widened at his mistake. "Oh! I'm Sorry, names Elliot" he added holding out one hand. His bright grin turning into a unsure smile, but the deep dimples remained. Elliot wasn't the scrawny type. But to tell the truth he was no body builder either. Instead of the tanned 'beach body' must girls were into Elliot was a pale easily burned awkward types. But his personality will tell you a whole different story. Just by looking around he could tell he wasn't like all of the other sporty and smooth guys who lived around here. No, he was just the overly sweet guitar player who had a strange passion for photography.

↱Wʜᴇʀᴇ:"By the shore of the beach" Cʀᴜsʜ: "you are kidding right?" ↰

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