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[Time.Child]

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Azzy grimaced at the use of her full name, but she wouldn't give Lyla the satisfaction of becoming visibly annoyed. Before she had completely exited the kitchen, she turned back around and walked over to the fridge. Why was she risking being forced into conversation? She didn't normally eat breakfast until rather late anyway, so it wasn't like she was starving. Azzy was looking at Lyla from the corner of her eye, but she tried to ignore her. She took the orange juice out of the fridge, and crossed over to the counter, taking a glass out of the cupboard and pouring the juice into it. Azzy replaced the juice back in the fridge before taking a small sip. She did all of this very deliberately. Sitting on the edge of the kitchen table was one of the many books Azzy was currently reading. She hadn't remembered bringing from her room... But she wasn't in the mood to confront anyone about it.

She picked the book off the table, her glass of juice in her other hand. Again, Azzy proceeded to leave the kitchen. She glanced at her sister once, this time taking in what she was wearing and how she looked. She then turned away and left the room, hardly realizing she hadn't even said one word to Lyla. Azzy was what people would call strange. She didn't like people, especially not in large groups, but she was much too opinionated for her own good. She was secretive by nature and hated small children. Azzy was petrified of large dogs, and boys. These are but few of the reasons she had been classified by people her age everywhere they had lived. Azzy didn't think about that now, instead she sat down on the couch and opened her book to the page she had left off from. She noticed the corner had been folded. She never folded the corners of her books. She glanced up suspiciously, wondering who had been messing with her things.

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(( Also, If there are any mothers that need to be filled, I could probably handle playing one :3 ))

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{ mood - normal for her { with - azzy { location - the kitchen { status - single { outfit - this.

I looked at her, just waiting for her respond. She got orange juice, but didn't say anything. She looked me over, but didn't say anything - again. That, my friend, was why I considered my family as messed up and not normal. None of us were, really. I admit that I'm a little unfriendly, and anyone that would just list our families' personalities would probably get the diea that we are very awkward. Not average, but awkward. A big difference between the two.

I sigh, watching Azzy take her book into the living room. It was a little closed off from the kitchen, so seeing her exact actions were a little hard to do, but I could only see her sit on the couch, doing something. Maybe nothing. I gulped down a few bites of oatmeal, then watched Arizona carefully, wondering what she was thinking since she wouldn't say anything. That was what bugged me most about her, was the fact that I always needed to guess what was going on in that fourteen year old mind of hers.

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{Recapness please?.3.}

[Time.Child]

(( We just, y'know, woke up xP ))

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{Okay :D I will post in a moment}

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{{ recap - basically what @spoonul.of.sugar said, the willsons are waking up and no one else has really posted accept for a member of the tischla-phillips....

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j a d a . s a g e . t i s h l a .
[ lokie ] [ [. seventeen . single . outfit .

Jada grumbled something into her pillow as she heard Nick writing a song. Wel, she knew what he was doing,b ut right now, it just sounded like annoying noise. She got up, grabbing her small stuffed cat and headed out of her room. She approached the bedroom door and unlocked it, going out into the hall way. She headed downstairs, still in her PJ's and her hair was in a sort of mini fluffy afro type style.

She walked into the kitchen and glared at Nickolas, throwing her stuffed cat at him, hitting her brother in the head."Wait till every one is up before you start making noise."She huffed, walking to the fridge and began to rummage threw it.

[zippyzoo77]

((Alright, sorry it's taken so long to start a post, I've been really busy with school starting up, and only able to reply to a few (meaning <two) of my roleplays all week. Since there was a recap just a while back, I assume nobody would mind if I just had my guys wake up too.))

Iris Martha Kole

Iris sighed as she looked at the empty pillow beside her, lonely as the single parent figure for her sister's four children. She rolled over, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, and looking at her clock. 7:00 AM. Time for her to get ready to work, and to make sure all the kids were well on their way to school. She was glad she had never had children herself, they were a lot of work, and with them being this age, you didn't get much in return. She walked down to the kitchen and grabbed the makings for a single bowl of cereal. That was the other good thing about her kids being this age, they could get their own breakfast, no hounding from her for them to 'get dressed' or 'brush your teeth' they just did that stuff on their own, complete with feeding themselves breakfast.

Daniel Donnald

Daniel slapped his hand over his radio alarm clock as soon as it started going off. Had it started playing a song like the radio was supposed to, he would have let it go on for a minute, but as usual in the morning, the station was playing commercials. Or it could have been the stupid talk show about some celebrity he couldn't care less about. But either way, he knew it wasn't music and therefore he didn't want to listen to it.

Getting out of bed he found he was the first one up. He hastily slid two pieces of bread into the toaster, a rare thing for him, since usually the others were up first, taking up the toaster space as fast as they could. He slipped into the nearby bathroom, also taking that advantage of being up first, did his business, and walked out just as the toaster spit out his toast onto the counter. He'd forgotten to put a plate there to catch them, but the counter was relatively clean... Or so it appeared. He didn't really care. After slathering butter on top of the piping hot toast and sprinkling it with a bit too much cinnamon sugar, he sat down at the table and started to eat at an alarmingly fast pace.

((Gotta go, the others will be done tomorrow.))

[eren.]

-J a m e s - S t a r k - D o n a l d-

{"Stark"} {♂} {seventeen} {single ♥} {where - Donald's House going to Beach}

As the sunlight seeped in through my dark curtains, my pale blue eyes slowly open as I realize it's morning. I sit up and stretch a little bit before slipping out of bed and sluggishly making my way over to the window. I pulled back the curtains and squinted at the bright morning light. Once my eyes adjusted to the sudden change in lighting, I looked out at the beach, deciding whether or not if it was a good day to surf. The waves were coming in pretty good, good enough to bring out my board and ride them to shore. I smiled a little bit before closing the curtains and getting ready for the day. I threw on some swim trunks with a tight black v-neck, sandals and black sunglasses before heading down to the kitchen. I blinked when I saw my sibling sitting alone at the table. I lowered my sunglasses down onto the bridge of my nose so my eyes were visible. "What are you doing up so early?" I asked. Daniel was usually the one to sleep in and wake up third. I rummaged through the pantry and fridge real quick, looking for something on the go that would satisfy me for a couple hours. I settled on an apple and leaned against the fridge door, biting into it's red skin as I waited for Daniel's answer.

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Finn

{ Finn | Female | Single | No Crush | No One | House }

Finn awoke when she heard the conversation downstairs. She changed out of her pajamas and into some dark wash short shorts, a see-through white shirt and her Hollister strapless bikini, that had HOllister written in cursive on the front, it wasn't her favorite, but it was fine for now. Finn walked down stairs and gave Lyla a quick, but friendly smile, and gathered some Chinese food left-overs from the fridge. She yanked a fork from a drawer and walked outside onto the warm, sandy beach.
Finn hummed a tune as she sat down letting the sand inbetween her toes, as she ate her left-overs. It's early no one will be out at this time. She thought, it was summer, or well towards the end of summer, and nothing interesting had happened yet.