✯[Innocents] [Semi-lit +] [New & Accepting]✯

[ceodoreharvey]

Pierrot Anderson- -11 years old - - Male - - Designing a new stinkbomb

Pierrot was sitting with a his back against a tree, his legs stretched out across the ground. His eyes were closed. Indeed, to anyone who didn't know the boy, he would seem serene. However, that was not the case. The thoughts going through his head were too busy, and their origin was not calm. He ran a hand through his spiky rust-red hair, thinking of a way to make a water-activated stinkbomb.
Hmm, it would probably be some soft of pellet, easy to throw.
His hand dropped to his side, and he reached into his pocket, pulling out a lemon drop. He slowly pulled off the wrapper and popped the sweet and sour candy into his mouth, and then crinkled the wrapper in his fist. He dropped the empty wrapper into his pocket. Then he stood, his young body moving nimbly to his feet. He let out a small yawn and took in the beautiful scene. A beautiful sunny day.

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M A D I S O N

--happy--with Dillon--wearing booty shorts, nike's, and a cropped shirt--

Doctor, doctor, need you bad, hold me babe

Madison was bore, she fingered through her hair slowly
as she watched everyone being productive. She smiled
down at the ground and watched as she moved her feet
around. Her eyes were drawn to Dillon walking over the
McKenzie and got up to see what was happening. She
saw that she bumped into him. "yeah watch it" she said
crossing her arms and looking at Mckenzie. Madison
laughed and stuck her tongue out at him. Maybe this
camp would be fun after all. All of her friends were
there. As long as there were not any adults every one
was happy. Her eyes drew to the outside of the cabins.
She had not seen that many people since she had arrived.
Madison felt jitters around all of the guys, not that she
was scared but she loved to flirt will all of them, some
for real and some just because it was fun. Dillon and her
were partners in crime when it came to flirting and
trouble making. It was like second nature to them.
she snapped out of her thought to bring her gaze back
on Mckenzie.

Doctor, doctor, where ya at? Give me something
I need your love, I need your love, I need your loving
You got that kind of medicine that keeps me going
My body needs a hero, come and save me
Something tells me you know how to save me
I've been feeling real low, oh I need you
Come and rescue me

Make me come alive, come on and turn me on
Touch me, save my life, come on and turn me on
I'm too young to die, come on and turn me on
Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on[/size]

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[Moon's Blood]

We are the in between, cast down as sons of war,
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn,
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law,
Take joy in who you are we know our wings are flawed,
We're bored to death in heaven, and down alone in hell,
We only want to be ourselves

We scream we shout
We are the fallen angels
To those who sing alone, no need to feel this sorrow,
We scream we shout,
We are the fallen angels

Follow the morning star,
A light when darkness fell
The passion left unholy now you find yourself,
We have nowhere to go, no one to wish us well,
A cry to find our home, our stories they will tell,
We're bored to death in heaven, and down alone in hell,
We only want to be ourselves

Female | Twelve and half | Alone | Wearing this

Kenji sat alone in a tall oak tree, her legs swaying in time with the music that was playing through her ear buds. She leaned back on the tree looking up at the sky through the thick branches and broad leaves. She smiled slightly as the wind blew her hair gently, just like the leaves of the trees. Kenji sighed contently and pulled herself side ways on the branch and looked out over the lake. She was entertained with the way the water looked when she was up-side-down. Her long auburn hair hanging down toward the ground as she laid up-side-down on the thick tree branch. Smiling contently, listening to the soft beginning of A Devil For Me by Black Veil Brides.

After roughly an hour, Kenji decided to go wander around. The small girl climbed most of the way back down the tree, and the jumped down skipping a few branches, but landing with ease. Climbing was one thing that Kenji had always loved to do. She loved being up in high places, whether it be in a tall tree or on the roof of a building. Once back on the ground, Kenji began walking back toward the camp. However, she intended on taking a detour through a more forested area. She took her ear buds out of her ears and wrapped the gently around her Ipod, slipping it back into her pocket. Her bright, sky blue eyes looked up through her dark, auburn hair as she walked up a small hill. Kenji walked across fallen logs, jumped from rock to rock, until she eventually got to the familiar ground of the camp.

(Is this alright?)

[huskybaer.]

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│ Hun, there is no need to bump. c:

I was forced to log in as myself. -.-
My moms internet isn't working, so lets hope I don't get a virus attack.

Everyone's posts are looking good so far. Rose, you may want to add more.
Mae has this thing about posts not being very long. x3 │

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{{Please may you reserve a girl and a boy - maybe another girl - for me. Or any gender that needs evening up.}}

[huskybaer.]

│ Hallo. c:
Sure!
I suppose the genders don't exactly..matter. x3
But make what ever you'd like. Either gender is fine. ^-^ │

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{{Thanks... I’ll make a boy and 2 girls, see how I do..}

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[✯Character Name;] Iris Treasure Dusk
[✯Ages;] Young: Twelve years old. Living a happy life.
Old: 20
[✯Young Reference;]Above. ^^
[✯Young Description;] When you pass her in the street you'll be
enchanted by her piercing blue eyes.
They're hard to forget - bewitching, mesmerising.
Her angelic face leans towards oval then curved;
her eyebrows slightly thinner then most girls her age;
her lips a natural Cerise colour, often cracked or dry;
her nose, grown to perfection. Her dark Chesnutt hair
flows mostly to one side, with a bit of loose hair tucked
behind one ear. With few curves and a skin that's
determined not to tan - which people make fun off and
call her a vampire, apart from her freinds - Iris' hardly a
beach babe. However she's striking in her own ways.
Her tall figure complinates her curves; her winning,
care-free smile is often contagious but overall her musical
singsong laughter is the highlight of Iris. Although she
despises the thought of wearing jewellery, she wears a iron
wolf pendent around her neck. She never takes it of, well
no one has seen her without it. No one asks why,
and if somone does, they don't get any answers.
[✯Young Personality;]
Iris is easily described as a poser.
You may see her standing infront of a mirror with
a hand on her hip and the other on her head.
But don't get me wrong, she's not vain. She loves to
smile and laugh, eventhough you don't often see her
do it. Iris is most commonly known as a bookworm
or an avid writer. Her songs and stories can bring a
tear to an eye or a smile to a face. She isn't a girly girl
or a tomboy, she's a mix. One minute she's screaming
her head of when she sees a spider; then the next she's
jumping of a cliff. When people start to do things they
shouldn't, she just stands there on the slidelines,
watching things unfold. She dosn't depened on other people,
and in a life threatning circumstances she can surive.
She's no where near a prankster but she one of those
people who dares people to do things. She's not a loner,
or a popular. She mixes in the catorgies. She's loyal;
trustworthy; and the person that people come to if there
upsett. She sometimes get a suger rush, and when she does
she gets hyperactive and excited. She allways love a laugh
and a joke. With being the youngest of her older siblings
she has an advatage to create a tough barrier bweatwen
which protecs her feelings. The other advantage is that
she can understand jokes easily and pretend if she can't.
She loves to keep people happy eventhough it might end
to broken feelings.
[✯Young History;]
Sun was streaming in through
the hostipal window, enlighting on a tired mother.
cradling a wrinkled baby. The baby was called Iris;
the baby was me.
Iris was the youngest of two siblings. Both annoying
brothers - they where called Nian and Drew.
They don't matter anyway; their brothers right?
I was raised in a country town where the birds
musical singsong voices would carry through
the house. Her family is fairly well of with
a T.V and couple of computers. Iris is a bit
spoilt necuse she has a room dedicated to
writing. She moved through schools fairily
well leaving few memories behind. She
was't very attached to her school freinds.
At the age of six her mum and dad divorced,
her mum moved farily close by so that the children
could still see their dad in the weekends.
[✯Older Reference;]
All of them to the left.
[✯Older Personality;]
The one thing that hasn't changed
is that she's still a poser. Still standing infront
of a mirror with a curved hand on her hip and
a passonate look on her face. Many people say
that she should be a model. She still loves to
smile and laugh, but with that she possesed
a nack for making jokes. Iris has all so
possessed a passion for partying.
Iris has left reading behind but song
writing is still a hobbie.
[✯Older History;]
Iris didn't get on with her brothers and moved
to her dad's at the age of eighteen, to start agian.
She stills keeps in touch with her mum, and
misses them dearly.
Iris grew a bit distraught about the war began to
turn in to a chaos. Bodies strewn everywhere,
the fowl stench of rotting flesh. Thease
thoughts keep driving Iris to live and
end the war forever.
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[✯Character Name;]Gryfon Drew Chase,
ever since I was young I pretened that I could turn into a Gryffon.
[✯Ages;]11 & 18
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[ceodoreharvey]

{Yeah, I'm going to add more.}