ＦＡＣＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＮＩＧＨＴＭＡＲＥＳ . ｃｌｏｓｅｄ ．

[-nutella love.]

Oh Halloween night, such a fright. Halloween night, no need to risk your life. October 31st has rolled around once more, and this year you can tell that it'll be more fun than the last. This Halloween night in on a Friday, so you can stay up as late as you want without your parents freaking out on you. You have decided to meet up with seven of your friends, eight total including yourself, and head around the neighborhood, collect candy, and then hang out afterwards. As you travel around, you find a path leading off in the woods. Okay, you know you shouldn't follow it, but you do anyways. Hey, it's Halloween and you're up to any adventure! The weird thing is is that you've lived in this neighborhood for practically all your life, so you should've known that that path was there. The eight of you travel down the path until it suddenly stops and opens up into a driveway. It's old, abandoned, and leads up to an older, spooky house. Your natural instinct tells you to turn around and run away, but something about that house draws you closer and closer...

What will happen when you and your seven friends enter the house and begin searching around? What will you find? What will you discover? Is it haunted, or are there still people living inside?

Right when you think that it couldn't get any scarier, the doors and windows all suddenly lock once all eight people are inside. No matter how hard you try, you can't get the door to budge and the windows seem to made of something that won't break when you throw a chair or a brick at it.The only way to get out?

ＦＡＣＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＢＩＧＧＥＳＴ ＮＩＧＨＴＭＡＲＥ．

[-nutella love.]

Tess's Rules: All of Tess's and Nick's rules apply.

Characters: You may have up to two characters: one guy and one girl. I'm fine if you only have one character, though. Please have your character be realistic looking. Sorry, but no goth or emo characters! Oh, and I want to see how creative you can be-- use your own form! The age limit is from 17-19.

Listen: Please listen to me and what I have to say, okay? I have the right to not accept your form if I think you're not literate enough. And please don't go over three pages without me [ that's about 30 posts. Just saying. ]

Reservations: I'll reserve a spot for you for one day, as in twenty-four hours. After that time, unless you give me a reason for why your form isn't up yet, I'll open up your spot and let someone else take it. Also, if you join, please stay dedicated to the roleplay! I understand that school is coming up, because I've already started, but if you don't think you can keep up then please, sadly, don't make a character.

Romance & Drama: This roleplay isn't based on romance. It's based on eight teenagers trying to survive and face their nightmares and escape this wicked place. Drama is totally encouraged. You can do simple things like walking into thick spider webs or even falling down stairs because of a broken step. Whatever is fine with me, as long as you don't go too far.

Semi-Literate: This is a semi-literate roleplay. I'm tired of dinky little posts. Minimum that you can post is one DETAILED paragraph, or somewhere around six sentences. Minimum is around four sentences. Also, I understand typos and all of that. We're only human. Please also have correct grammar and roleplay in third person. Sorry, but it's easier for me to understand. Also, please be respectful of the CS rules about fontmeme and pictures in posts.

Perfect Characters: No character is perfect. Not every character will avoid every cobweb and avoid every single creaky step. Flaws are in everyone.

Swearing: Swearing is allowed, just don't overdo it. Star out the vowels. Also, please keep this roleplay PG-13 rated. This is a kid's site, remember. Nothing romantic past a kiss. Also, no pregnancies and don't even try and do the freaky.

Nightmares: Please try and keep the nightmares realistic, though also sort of dream-like. You know what I mean? Something that could possibly happen in the real world, though it's highly doubtful or unlikely. The teenagers will have to get over their nightmare to leave.

Enjoy! I probably sounded really mean right there, but I'm honestly not! (; Enjoy yourselves!

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ＷＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＧＯＩＮＧ ＯＮ？

You and seven of your close friends have decided to all hang out together this Halloween. As you start your way around the neighborhood, all eight of you notice a strange path leading into the woods. Obviously you shouldn't go down it, but you all agree that it'll be fun so you go down it anyways. It's narrow and surrounded by trees until it suddenly open up into what seems to have been a driveway. You then find an old, abandoned house, and for some reason you all feel attracted to it. After you hesitantly enter, the door slams shut and locks itself. It may seem old, but it holds up to whatever you try to do to make it open.

You find that you're not alone. In the house with you are your nightmares. The things you haven't dared to speak to anyone about because they were too horrifying. But they're here, and are more than ready to harm you and your friends. You realize that the only way you can leave is if all eight of you defeat your nightmares. Whether it's solo or all together as a group, the deed must be done to save your lives.

[-nutella love.]

Where will our unfortunate teenagers be staying? They'll be staying in an old, very much abandoned mansion. It appears to have been built in the late 1800's, and has been abandoned for about fifty to sixty years, now. The front lawn is covered with high weeds that go up to your waist. The paint is peeling off of the wood and the shutters are barely managing to hang on. A collapsed tree covers the front steps leading up to the house, and is rotted in most parts. The front porch has one rotted rocking chair that still eerily rocks in the wind. The front door has no doorbell, but an old knocker of a lion's head.

Entering the house, the first thing to be seen is an old stairwell. The steps are worn down and rotted in some spots, so the weight of the teenagers might break the steps. Most of the furniture in the house has been removed, robbed, or simply broken and lying in pieces, explaining why you see nothing in the foyer besides a staircase. Off to the left, in the picture, is a doorway that takes you to the kitchen. The only object remaining there is the kitchen sink and counter that it's attached to. Everything else is gone. Some of the large black-and-white tiles on the ground are cracked, so make sure you don't trip on that. Going back to the foyer and going to the right of the staircase [ in the picture ], the hallways takes you to the dining room. Or at least what's left of it. This room as been struck by lightning once over the years, and the wind and rain from multiple storms has worn away the charred walls. Other rooms in the house are similar to the this one in means of damage.

Going up the stairs, there are multiple bedrooms. Some bedrooms have at least a bed, some have just the dresser, some have both, or nothing. There are about eight bedrooms total, including the master bedroom. The fire places are all empty, though some contain an animal's nest, so watch out. Surprisingly, some lights in the house still work. In the dining room there is a poor fixture with a few flickering lights, which could die any second. There are similar fixtures in almost all the rooms, but whether they work or not is unknown.

If you were to go back up the stairwell and to the end of the long hallway of bedrooms, you find a door. Behind that door is another flight of stairs that leads up to the attic. At night, you can be "lucky" enough to hear a little girl's laughing and giggling while also hearing the creaking of the rocking horse. Bats and other animals live up in the attic sometimes, so watch out for them also. The flooring up there is very weak, so walk with caution.

©Pictures to their rightful owners
©Plot idea to myself, please don't steal

[-nutella love.]

[ ɴαмe - αɢe - ɴιɢнтмαre ]

☠ Liana-Renae Goldman - eighteen - attacked by three
large dogs
☠ Justiss Alexander Holmes - seventeen - spiders
☠ Rosemary Jinx Dixie - seventeen - car crash w/ the
girl she killed
☠ Bellarin Cressis Penelope - eighteen - her father

☠ Cody James Sweeney - eighteen - Phoenix attacking him
☠ Jack Luke Kollin - seventeen - heights & drowning
☠ Jacob Matthew Simms - seventeen - snakes
☠ Adrian Tobias Carrow - seventeen - being in a dark room with
the walls closing in

Jasper Kellan Briars - eighteen - sharks tearing off each of his limbs

no crushes/relationships yet

[-nutella love.]

"Life is like a game: sometime's you get that lucky roll,

while other times you lose your turn. You can win big,

or you can go home empty handed. All that matters

is that you have fun playing."

"Ciao, my love. I'm Liana."

This is Liana-Renae Goldman. Yeah, two names for her first name. Just call her Liana, though. If you're special enough, though, you may even be able to call her Lily. Miss Liana here is definitely a female. She's eighteen years old and was born on May 13th, 1994. Where was she born, you ask? Palermo, Sicily.

"Oh no. I'm not pretty. I'm ah sexy beast."

Let's start off with the basic description. Liana stands at 5'6'' and weighs around one hundred and fifteen pounds. For her body build, she's kind of lean. She's a dancer, meaning that she has to stay in shape, so she's lean and is pretty fit. She has good leg and core muscles, but she's not a body builder so she doesn't have the biggest muscles or something.

Liana has naturally straight, brunette hair that goes past her chest a bit. On days where it's damp and humid, her hair will turn a bit wavy and have loose curls. During the summer she gets light brown highlights, which she looses in the winter time. Obviously. Her eyes are a matching brown color. Nothing fancy there. A smile can be found on her face quite a lot, so she has some smile and laugh lines on her face. On the back of her neck, Liana has a little "infinity" symbol. It can only be seen if she wears her hair up in a ponytail or a bun. In the picture above, you see four birds on the back of her left hand. Well that's another tattoo that Liana has.

This brunette likes to wear a range of clothing. Some days she can be lazy and will wear sweat pants and a T-Shirt, though sometimes she'll dress up a bit in a dress. One thing she refuses to wear is heels. No way. She calls heels the "devil's spawn". Most days you'll find her in skinny jeans, a T-Shirt, and maybe a necklace and some bracelets. She likes to dress up her outfits with accessories. Necklaces, bracelets, earrings.

"I've got a little bit of everything in me, I guess."

Liana has a little bit of everything in her, you can say. Her personality can change depending on what's going on, obviously, but she's not bipolar or anything.

This brunette is a very fun and happy girl. She loves to be outside and be with her friends. She's also a joker, cracking jokes to break the ice and relieve some of the tension that could have formed. Her jokes aren't the best though, and mostly consist of cheesy puns and jokes. She likes them, which is pretty much why she tells them.

Liana is also very adventurous. She's not one to just sit and do nothing for a certain period of time. She loves coming up with things to do and places to see and people to talk with. You can't get her to settle down. Sometimes, if people don't want to come with her to do something, she'll just walk off and do it herself. This can be both good and bad. Good for her because she won't have to worry about other people, but bad because sometimes she leaves without telling people. There have been certain occasions where she has wandered off for the whole night, causing her parents to freak out and even call the police.

If you couldn't already tell, Miss Liana is a pretty fun chick. Not a lot of things can make her snap, since her playfulness just brushes off anything that bothers her. Sometimes things can get under her skin, and she tries her best to not lose her cool around people. First she'll take deep breaths and just tell herself that everything is fine. If that doesn't work, then she'll start muttering to herself. Call her crazy, but it works. Next step, if that doesn't work, is that she'll start snapping at people, sometimes for no reason at all. Then she'll storm off and return later when she's better. When she returns, she likes to act like nothing happened, so don't bring up whatever happened.

In the midst of her craziness, Liana will sometimes break out into dance. No joking. Dancing helps her clear her mind, so when she's angry she'll also dance. Besides clearing her mind, it's a fun thing that she likes to do. Plus, it helps her practice her routines and all. Also, she'll start talking to you in Sicilian just to confuse and annoy the heck out of you. Being Sicilian and all, she has an accent. It's kind of thick sometimes, because she goes back home every other year or so, and will of course speak Sicilian in her hometown. Because of this, she has a habit of saying 'ah' in the middle of her sentences. She also speaks with her hands a lot.

Liana likes a whole lot of things. She likes dancing, coffee, candy, food, hoodies, Vans, volleyball, cats, chocolate. Most of the things she likes is food related, because, well, food is really good. As for dislikes, she dislikes dogs, being unfit, fish, annoying people, jerks, and fairy tales. That whole sort of thing.

"I get to be special and call myself an immigrant. Don't worry, I'm legal."

To start off with, Liana was born in Palermo, Sicily. For those of you who don't know where that is, Sicily is the island off of Italy, at the tip of the "boot". Anyways, she grew up in the town until she was eleven. Her father and mother were having issues with the town and its people, so they decided to go to the next best place: America. So they packed up their belongings and moved out.

A year later, Liana got her citizenship and was now a legal citizen. She and her family lived in Albany, New York, not far from where they had flown in from Palermo. Liana had already made friends, mainly because she was new, had an accent, and talked a different language. Some of her friends were in a ballet class, and Liana managed to convince her parents to let her join the class too. In Palermo, she danced, but it was mainly for her own amusement. She got good at ballet, but she got bored with it so she transferred to modern dancing. Which she also got good at.

Anyways, her life in America was great. Except for the year she had turned sixteen. One night she was going for a late night jog, around ten o'clock or so. She had paused at the street corner for a breather, and she remembered leaning against the street light when she had heard a weird growling sound. Looking around, she had seen a pair of eyes looking at her from a bush. Liana didn't like dogs, and right away she could tell that that was a dog looking her right in the eyes. A part of her knew to not look him back and to just continue jogging, but the brunette continued to look at the dog. After a few seconds the dog let out a great howl before leaping and attacking Liana. What happened after that was a blur. She remembered screaming and great pain in her right leg. Then she remembered someone coming out of their house to help her and chase off the stray dog. Well now she has a scar on the back of her right calf doing up to her knee.

Every other year or so, Liana flies back to Palermo with her parents to visit family members and old friends for the summer time. Because of this, Liana still has her accent. Depending on what she says, her accent can be thick or thin.

"Not everyone can have a Cinderella story, sweetie."

To start off with, Liana's straight. Liana doesn't really have that great of a love life. She's not that into flirting since she thinks that she's horrible at it, so she's only had about three boyfriends. In her entire teenage years. Of course she's had crushes, but they're mainly celebrity crushes. Channing Tatum, Josh Hutcherson, Chris Hemsworth. Right now she's a single pringle, but she doesn't have any crushes on anyone at the moment.

"No, no, no. No mentioning this please."

Liana's nightmare is basically a recap of what happened when she was sixteen, but much, much worse. It starts off with her jogging again, and her dream self in unaware of what's about to happen. Her real self, though, tries to tell her to turn around and to take another street. No, she keeps jogging. Then there's the street corner. She stops at it, breathless, and then she hears the bark, except this time louder. Instead of one dog jumping out to attack her, there's three. Three huge dogs that just want to eat her to pieces. Liana usually wakes up when she's just being "attacked" by the dogs, and she wakes up with a racing heart and some throbbing pain where her scar is. Usually she can't sleep the rest of the night, and swears that she sees an aimage of the stray dog in the dark corners of her room.

[ x ][ x ][ x ]

"When life gives you lemons,

make grape juice and make people wonder

how the heck you did it.

"Greetings to you, from me. Now can I leave?"

Meet Cody James Sweeney. He doesn't really have a nickname, but his friends like to call him 'Codes'. He's eighteen, so fresh out of high school, and was born on April 2nd, 1994. He is certainly a male, do don't even question if he's a guy or girl. Cody was born in Atlanta, Georgia and later moved to Savannah, Georgia, mainly in pursuit of finding a good college.

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"Just look at me. No need to ask, okay?"

How do you describe Cody? Well Cody isn't the tallest guy out there, at least he doesn't think so. He stand at about 5'9'' and weighs around one hundred and fifty three pounds. He doesn't work out a lot, so most of his weight is just the muscles that he already has. Going back to the "doesn't work out a lot" bit, he doesn't have the greatest muscle definition because of this. If he were to flex, though, you'd be able to see some muscles. He doesn't have a "ripped" body, so his body type could be described more like a skater boy kind of body-- kind of lean, tall, though still fit.

Cody has brunette colored hair that is a bit longer in the front than it is in the back and sides of his head. Since it's a bit longer in the front, he will either push the hair up or run his hand through it and flick it off to one side. A lot of the times, though, he'll be wearing his beanie, meaning that his hair will be pushed up. He has a pretty gorgeous set of blue-green eyes that tend to go more towards the green side than blue. He has some laugh lines that can really be seen when he, well, laughs and smiles.

He got his right ear pierced when he was fourteen, but he hadn't bothered wearing some sort of earring in it for a while, so the hole eventually closed up. Besides that, he doesn't have tattoos or anything. He has a scar across his stomach, more on the right side of, from an accident he had while racing bikes with his friends. He doesn't really have a set style of clothing, and will mainly just wear jeans, a T-Shirt, and some Vans.

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"Ehhh, now this is a hard question. Just... meet me, okay?"

Cody's kind of a quiet guy. He keeps to himself around strangers or new people, is open and himself to his friends, and is quiet with hatred around people he doesn't like at all.

Around new people, as stated before, Cody is quiet. He keeps to himself and his sketchbook. He's aspiring to be an artist of some sorts, so he carries a small sketchbook around with him. He doesn't think that he's that good at drawing, but his parents and friends say that he's really good. He mostly sketches small things, like plants and small animals, along with scenery. He's tried people and larger animals, but he doesn't like how they came out. Anyways, he'll attempt to make small talk with people, but he'd rather sketch.

Around his friends, or people that he's warmed up to, he can be quite the chatter box. Sometimes, though, he can be quite sarcastic. It's somehow in his nature to be sarcastic, even though he can be quiet at times. At times he can be laid back. Not quiet like he is around strangers, but just relaxed and chilled and all. Whenever he's bored and he doesn't have inspiration for sketching something, he'll just roll around town on his skateboard. He's can't do tricks, so all he can do is ride around.

If he doesn't like you, well I feel sad for you because you're missing out. Just playing with you. If Cody isn't quite fond of you, he'll purposely ignore you and make it obvious that he doesn't like you. Usually he won't speak to you, but if he does he'll made slightly rude comments and he'll snap at you. Yeah, he sometimes isn't the nicest person, but he honestly isn't like this a lot.

Cody likes a lot of things. Most of them are related to art, but some of his likes are: his sketchbook, colors, pencils, potato chips, his skateboard, beanies, blueberries, breakfast, Sharpies, the ocean, baseball, and sometimes being my himself. He absolutely does not like birds, big parties, girls who act snotty and bratty, people who dislike his drawing, annoying music, his dad, and oversleeping.

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"It's nothing special, really. Buuuut, if you insist..."

Cody doesn't really have an interesting past. At least he doesn't think that he has one. He was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia. Yes, he was pretty much raised as a southern gentleman. Anyways, he never moved out of Atlanta.

When he was nine years old, his mother took him to an art convention, because his father was away on a trip and his mother wanted to take him out of the house for a while. Cody then became interested in art after that. He tried to do different techniques after that, like watercolor and abstract, but he didn't feel like that was for him. So he just grabbed a pencil and started drawing his dog, Bucky, who had been sleeping on his floor at time. He realized that he was pretty good at it.

When his father came home, Cody showed his dad his drawing. His father ignored Cody, and Cody took that kind of personally. He was into art now, and he wanted his dad to see that. So he tried showing him again a few more times in the week, but his father continued to ignore him. He even accidentally threw away one of Cody's pictures. Now he had crossed the line. Even though it's not good to hold grudges, Cody still holds a grudge to his dad.

Cody ignored his dad as the years went by, and he told himself that he'd move away from home once he's eighteen. Well he's eighteen now, and he decided to move to Savannah, mainly because of the art colleges there that he's interested in.

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"Love? Riiiight."

Cody isn't that interested in relationships. He's just not that sort of guy, you can say. He is straight though, let's just put that out there right now. He doesn't really like to love because he mainly hasn't found a girl, or a type of girl, that he thinks is right for him. Yeah he's liked girls before, but they ended up being total b-----s and snobs and not nice people. Since he doesn't know what kind of girl he thinks he would like, he's only had one girlfriend in the past. She turned out to be totally different than what Cody was expecting. Anyways, to make this short, Cody isn't really the type to love. He'd rather keep to his art.

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"Haha yeah not telling you this."

Cody's nightmare has to do with two phobias that he has: birds and large fires. He's not sure how his mind managed to put these two phobias together, but it somehow did. We all know of the Phoenix, correct? Well a Phoenix is a large bird, though it is also referred to as a firebird. Greaaaat. Well in his nightmare he's in a dark place, and he's not able to see anything. He then hears a loud bird call, and he, for some reason, starts to run. As he runs the place gets lighter until, right in front of him, the Phoenix rises from the ashes that were scattered on the ground, just as it would in the myths. The Phoenix then blows fire into the air, and turns to Cody. What does the firebird do next? You guess it -- he blows fire all over Cody.

[-nutella love.]

[ Bump. ^^ Now accepting. ]

[-nutella love.]

[ Le bump for le thread. ]

[-nutella love.]

[ Awww come on, who doesn't want to roleplay out their worst nightmare?

Buuump. ]

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Oh I do. ;D

{ Adrian }

{ hi. /\ who are you? }
"I’m Adrian Tobias Carrow, son of Kennedi Emily Thune Carrow and Jeremy Xaiver Carrow. I have 3 brothers; Alexander Whitford Carrow, Skylar Jaxon Carrow, and Tye Damon Carrow. I’m the third oldest. Alex’s 20, I’m 17, Skylar’s 14, and Tye’s almost 13. I was born in Sunnyvale, Texas and raised in Waterloo, Iowa. My birthday's on September 19th."

{ what do i see in the mirror? /\ what i see when i'm looking at you. }
"When I look into the mirror I see an average boy with dark, nearly black, longish hair that's a bit wavy and green eyes. I guess I'm tallish, standing at 5"11, but alot of the people I know are around this height... But, hey, maybe it's just the people I know. I weigh roughly 157 pounds, I think. I have both of my ears pierced but I typically have studs in because I just don't like the way they look. Actually, I don't like rings on anyone, anywhere on their body. Anyways, my skin is a lighter complexion but I'm not completely pale or anything, I mean I could be considered slightly tan, though... I guess I think attractive, not in a vain, obnoxious way or anything. "

{ how do i work? /\ how does adrian work? }
"Well, to be honest, I can't think of one word to describe me. How could I use a single word to describe myself, such complex, interesting beings? How can anyone really be described at all with one word? I think it'd take a whole lot of words to completely describe one person... But I'll try my best to describe myself personality wise the best I can without being too unbearably long and utterly boring. I wouldn’t want you to stop before you finish.
Anyways, to start, I like people. I like all kinds of people, most of them anyways. I just really can't stand insensitive, rude people who think they're better than most everyone else. I’m opened-minded; I’m really not quick to judge you. You know that old saying? Of course you do, who doesn’t? The ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ saying. Well, I’m a ‘don’t judge a person by their exterior’ kind of guy. While somewhat on the topic, I don’t judge books by their covers, either.
I like to think I’m really smart, but there are probably a million people that are smarter. So, I settle on considering myself above average. I typically don’t have low self-confidence, I love myself, you know, just not in a vain way. I just know I’m the best and I can accept that. Sometimes when I really mess up though and completely feel like I hate myself. And I mess up a lot, trust me, but I try. Not that I mess up horribly too often… Anyways, I also like to talk. I don’t typically talk too much… Now before you say anything about how much I’ve said so far you have to remember, you asked.
I’m a hard-worker. Despite it all, I put in a lot of effort into things that matters to me or someone I care about. I’m determined and can be really stubborn, though I don’t know if that’s for better or worse, but I see it in more of a positive light. I’m not really an optimist or a pessimist, more of a balanced in-between the way I see it. It also varies from time to time. If it’s been a complete I need to watch my language day for me, I tend to be more negative. But that’s pretty typical, right? But if it’s a freaking awesome day, then yeah, I’m going to pretty damn optimistic.
My whole life I’ve had this thirst for knowledge. I’d spend a lot of time reading. I’d read all kinds of books, though I favored fantasy fictions that are set a bit more in the future and something that was possible. The plot was something that could happen. I remember I’d typically read at school and at night. I’d have a dictionary with me, looking up all the words I didn’t know. I kept repeating them until I could recite the meaning without looking.
I also am a bit athletic. I’ve played basketball on the school teams over the years and ran track. Sports weren’t ever really my main priority though I enjoyed the outdoors very much. I liked going camping with my family and we still go camping sometimes. Not as much as before, but it’s better than never. I also like traveling a lot. I like road trips. They take longer but they’re more fun. They’re one of the main highlights of my trips. With four boys in a car… things can get interesting.
I also enjoy music. I always I have. I like a lot of music. I mainly listen to rock, punk, and even bands considered “emo”. I also enjoyed more classical music and jazz. And mainstream, of course. Who doesn’t like a good ole’ Bieber song…? But, seriously, I don’t mind the kind of music they play on pop radios. Not always my favorite, but bearable.
Ever since I was little, I’d come up with such bizarre and insane ideas and creations in my head. I was and am creative and imaginative. My life would be so much more boring without any imagination. I wouldn’t have much of a childhood without it… I mean, of course I’d still have one just one that was less memorable and entertaining. Not that I’m never bored. I get bored pretty easily. I also lose interest in things pretty quickly besides music and writing. Anyways, I also came up with a lot of more realistic ideas, things that could very much happen tomorrow. Come to think of it, I think I wouldn’t be into writing as much as I am if it wasn’t for my imagination. Not fiction anyways. I’ve never really liked non-fiction, at least not writing it. If it was an interesting enough topic I’d read it.
Sometimes, I act merely on impulse. I don’t look before I dive. I just do what first comes into mind just because I’m that bored or caught up into the moment. It’s mostly the caught up in the moment part. I can be a bit rebellious, though there isn’t much of a reason for me to be. I’m fine with boundaries, as long as they’re not completely ridiculous no matter what perspective to view it from. I can also be a bit over the edge and push a little too far. I’ve gotten in more than once for crossing to the line.
I don’t really talk about my emotions. I don’t like opening up about the things that hurt, that brought me pain. I find it easier to hide those, to pretend they never happened. And maybe that’s not the best thing to do or even the bravest thing. But who likes re-opening scars? Or perhaps I have to think of it in a more positive way... Maybe I have to see it as healing more completely… It’s not that I have any anger bottled up inside me… At least I don’t think I do. Regardless, I don’t really talk about my emotions, at least not the sadder, more painful ones.
I’d talk more. There’s much more I could say about me and my personality, but I already think I said so much about it and you must be bored to death. I mean I could have said something about the humorous part of me or the loving, romantic part… Damn, now I feel like I should say something about that now that I mentioned it. I did say I was going to do my best to describe myself completely.
Anyways, I have a more protective, caring side. Like I said earlier, I have three brothers. I was protective of my two younger ones when we were younger and I still am. They’re my baby brothers, what can I say? I remember when I was 12, Sky and Tye were only 9 and 8. Mom and Dad had to work late a lot of the time, really late, past the boys’ bedtime. Alex and I’d tuck them both in and then take turns reading them a bedtime story. Alex was 15, he probably had a lot of things he could be doing. I remember once mentioning that too him to back then. He has said, “You guys are all my baby brothers. I do it because I want to.” I really miss those times… Makes me want to tuck in Sky and Tye with Alex again… But Alex is more than halfway through college… He doesn’t even live with us anymore.
I can be romantic. If I’m in a relationship, I’ll really try to make her happy. But I won’t go overboard, though. The way I see it, if she actually likes me and is interested in me, it’s the little moments. I didn’t think there was a point in dating someone if you weren’t interested in them in a romantic way. I mean, isn’t that the point of dating? And I don’t care as much for appearance. The things we can’t really help anyway. Like our height and such. But I prefer if she was clean… Do you understand what I mean..? Stuff like showers and brushing your teeth…
Alright now I’ll stop myself. To be honest, my face hurts a bit from talking so much. But now that I’ve thought of it bit, I can think of a single word to describe me. It can really describe anyone. I don’t know if it’s really fair because the word is… it’s… The word is indescribable. We’re all indescribable.
I am indescribable.“

{ love? /\ what about love? }
"I'm straight. I'm sorry, I only like girls in that way. Not that I'm homophobic or anything. I have nothing against homosexuals. I've been in a few relations, blah, blah. I've had my first kiss, been on my first date. No one really has my heart at the moment... At least I don't think so."

{ my... my nightmare? /\ what is your nightmare? }
"I really don't want to tell you my nightmare... But, being completely honest, I'm really scared of the dark and small spaces. So I'm not much different than a claustrophobic little kid. So my nightmare would be being trapped in a dark, empty room with the walls slowly closing in on me. Lame, I know, but it's true. Completely true."

[-nutella love.]

[ Oh I'm glad I'm not alone in this. ;D I mean like, besides the other roleplayer's who've reserved spots.

Anyways, he's accepted. Now I might have skipped over this, but what is Adrian's nightmare? ]