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{ OOC; where do we start?? Are you going to make the starting post??

[chagrin]

{Wherever you'd like. At home, outside or wherever I personally start at home I'll get my post on soon.

[chagrin]

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-{flirt}-{dating: -}-{crushing: -}-{mood: tired}-{place: home}-{company: alone}-

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It was barely 6 a.m. when a gentle breeze lifted the window curtains of his bedroom. The shimmering light sent shadows dancing on the opposite wall. It was a summer morning. A hot one as well. It was quiet and peaceful, and it was enough to wake up Christian. If he was sleeping, that is. He always found the silence relaxing, comforting even. But this morning he felt a tension in the air. He had woken up early, before sunrise even. Driven mad of the weight of his thoughts and the likeness possibility of his dreams.

Now he sat on the balcony of his bedroom, in a chair placed accordingly to his will. He wore nothing but a pair of long trousers. His head rested on the chair and he had sunken low in it. One hand rested on the head of the chocolate labrador, Thing, and the other was placed behind his head to support it's weight. He enjoyed these moments of solitude. He came outside wanting to think some things trough but the last couple of hours he thought about absolutely nothing. He just stared in empty, and soaked in the silence as his hand stroked his dog.

And as the sun rose over the neigbour's roof top he rose himself on his feet. Opening the sliding door that lead to his bedroom he walked inside as Thing followed right behind. He walked to his closet and picked up a t-shirt with Pink Floyd's application on it and changed in a pair of jeans. Standing in front of the mirror he run his fingers trough his hair and left it at that before reaching to getting his iPod from the desk and while rushing downstairs plugging the earphones in his ears (? xD) and with the beat of Comfortably Numb he ran down the stairs, Thing following with a waging tail.

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{ .A m b e r l y n n. . M a e. . J o n e s.
Outfit ;; Priceless ;; Looks ;; Crush | No one ;; Boyfriend | No one
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She flipped over in her bed, her hair a complete mess. The sun shone lightly through her window curtains, blinding her. Groaning she grabbed her phone off the nightstand, she flipped the keyboard out to see what the time was. It said, 6:13 {if that is okay.}. Sighing she threw the covers off her and pulled herself into a sitting position. "Ugh! I hate mornings." she groaned rubbing her face with her hands. Slowly she slid out of bed and slugged into the hall way towards her bathroom. s she walked in she was greeted by her hideous reflection in the mirror. Smiling she began to get ready to start her day. Such as, brushing her hair/teeth, using the restroom, getting dressed, putting in her nose ring/belly button ring and washing her face.

Once she had completed getting ready to start her day, she headed down the stairs. A large black crate sat at the base of the stairs with a black quilt over it. Smiling she lifted up the blanket and unlatched the crate. Swinging open the door, a black and white dog darted out wagging her tail. Laughing, Amber pet her and scratched behind her ears.

[sawyer beans.]

{ { M e k a y l a L e n n o x
~~Clothes~~Harley~~Looks~~Home~~Getting ready to go to the skatepark~~

I woke up to the sound of the birds chirping. I covered my head with the pillow, trying to block out the sounds of the now awaking city. Soon i was growling ad groaning because the pillow failed to block the sounds. I sat up and ran my fingers through my messy hair. Reluctantly i made my way to the washroom. Starting the shower and grabbing a few things was my daily routine in the mornings. After i was finished i climbed out and wrapped a towel around myself. I brushed my teeth and put my hair into a messy bun before walking back into my bedroom. Grabbing my phone and texting my guy friends to let them know i'd be at the skatepark soon as i got dressed. I put on little makeup then grabbed my ipod.

Soon i was out the door with my headphones blaring music into my ears. I smirked as i rolled down the hill on my skateboard towards the park. The music was helping me wake up a little more. I did a few tricks on random things as i warmed up to the big challenge today. I smirked and shook my head at the thought of the boys trying to challenge me.

[AbbeyDawn]

Eighteen | Female | No crush | Outfit | Looks | Currently; In the park

Lying in hr bed, a red-headed girl stared up at the ceiling. The time was 6:15 A.M. and everything was already in perfect order, set out ready for the day ahead. A large, towering pile of books was laid out next to her bed, already finished the week after buying them. Her black and white room looked abnormally clean compared to most teenagers her age, all of her clothes packed up into the wardrobe in the corner. Her shoes were lined up against the wall, sitting ontop of the ebony carpet. There was literally nothing left to do. This had to be the most boring morning in the history of all mornings. Her name was Grace, and she felt like getting hit in the head with a wooden board.

Unfortunately, that meant there was no reason to put off going to see her mother. Aka, the crazy woman who lived down the road. Ever since her sisters death, her mental condition had been getting worse and worse. At least she wasn't screaming all night any more. A sigh escaped Bree's lips, this was not the day to go see a mad lady. No, she as too tired from last time. Her hand found its way to her violin case, might as well practise. Bree's green eyes scanned the room until she found her sidebag by the end of her bed, and stuffed a couple of books inside. After all, she might need a distraction incase somebody tried to talk to her.

Half an hour of walking later, Grace found her favourite spot by the pond in the park. It was right next to the skatepark, though, so it was a little bit frightening for her. After all, what if somebody made fun of her playing? After giving her surroundings a once-over, she noticed only about three or four people were there in total. It was a chance she was going to take. Her fingers unlatched the violin case as she sat down, deciding that the horse hair was clean enough before gliding them across the strings, intimidating Lindsey Stirlings song called Shadows. Bree had taken the chance to tighten them that morning, so it was just the right pitch.

[chagrin]

{Oh, and everyone knows everyone already. >.< So yeah

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-{flirt}-{dating: no one}-{crushing: no one}-{mood: neutral}-{place: in the park}-{company: grace}-

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As he passed the kitchen door he saw his parents finishing breakfast. They were muttering something that Christian couldn't hear over the music but he sent a hand in the air and quickly ran out of the door. The chocolate labrador prancing by his side. Once out on the street he made a turn to the right and as he did so he tapped the pocket of his jeans. He payed little attention to those who passed on the streets. And by the time a new song began he found himself sitting in front of his favorite coffee place. 'The coffee place' as it was called. Taking out the earphones he tucked them in his pocket and gently petted Thing on the head before ordering him to stay trough a mutter. He had the dog since he was a pup and for surely he trusted him.

He pushed the door outward and as it opened a bell rang from inside. There were only a few tables taken and it was quite quiet as well, but Thing was waiting for him outside and the 'no dogs' label just didn't seem to vanish over night. He walked straight to the counter threw a backward glance over his shoulder to make sure that Thing was still outside. "The usual, Philip." He said as he returned his gaze back in front of him. "To go" He added shortly after. Christian continued to glance backwards checking up on his dog, until the cup of coffee landed on the counter with a loud thud. He drew out a one dollar bill and slid it on the counter next to the coffee before picking up the cup.

And this time pulling the door inward the bell rang once again and the chocolate lab siting obediently where he was left jumped with an enthusiastic bark. This morning he thought very little. It seemed like he only dared to pull out his daily routine and then restart again tomorrow. He pulled Thing's collar as they arrived at the street. And as the dog took a step backward the sound of a car rushing right by them filled in the silence. Christian twisted his lips and addressed a few swear words to the driver before tugging on the dog's collar to hurry down. And on the other side of the road was the park. The sound of the birds trying to beat the one coming from skateboard over concrete intensified as he went further down the brick path. A violin came to earshot and a red-headed girl sitting near the pond came in view.

"Good morning Bree." Christian shot a greeting as he came close enough to overpower her violin. He sat on a bench right next to her and leaned on. He drew out the pack of cigarettes that were right there were he felt them before. And took one, putting it between his lips. He had a lighter in the box as well and with a few puffs from the cigar smoke escaped from his mouth. He then took a sip of the coffee and let out a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment as his hand reached to pet Thing.

{This is the stupidest thing I have ever written -.-

[ᚻadou]

[ very sorry I haven't even posted /: i'll post a little later! ]

[chagrin]

{It's okay. Take your time

[ᚻadou]

where: room | single | with: no one

Ciro's blue eye fluttered open as the rays of sunlight, coming from his bedroom window, danced off the glass and directly into his eye. His brown eye followed, slowly opening, and closing a few more times be for both of his eyes were wide open. He lazily groaned,and sat up reluctantly in bed, rubbing his eyes, and stretching his long, tan arms. His arms flopped down at his side, and he yawned, and scooted to the edge of his bed, swinging his legs over the side, and sliding out of bed. He stood for a moment, bad poster and all, and shuffled into his bathroom, to get showered and clean.

Ciro jumped out of the hot shower, shutting the water off and toweling his hair, and body dry. He threw his boxers, skinnies and a band tee on after he was almost completely dry. He walked out of his bath room, and down his small flight of stairs, into the kitchen. He opened the clobbered and pouted, opening then the frig, and pantry, and not finding anything suitable to eat. He snorted, and walked out of the kitchen disappointed, walking to the front hall, and grabbing his wallet and shoving it deep in his right back pocket, and grabbing one of his favorite long boards from next to the front door. He opened the door, squinting as the sun filled the hall.

Ciro stepped out of the door, and threw his longboard down, jumping on it and heading out. He pushed and was on his way to the cafe near by, he needed food, and coffee, mostly coffee. He turned the corner, nearing the small section of little shops and the cafe. He slowed and kicked the board from his feet, catching it and walking up to the glass door. He opened it, and walked in, getting in the short line, waiting for his turn to order. Once he was able to order, he ordered his usual black coffee, and bagel with cream cheese. He paid, thanked the cashier, and grabbed his food, and walked out, sitting on a outside table. He put his long board on the ground near his feet. He sighed, relaxing in the cahir, as he checked his phone, hoping to hear from one of his friends today.