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[infinite.disasters]

Female x Eighteen x Crushless x Wearing; This x Location; Locker x With; Kasper

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Tristyn smirked a little bit as she listened to him list off where all of the cliques sat on the totem pole. She bit back an urge to tell him not to call her 'babe' but when Kasper said it she was oddly okay with it. Maybe it was because of his insanly adorable accent? Probably. She stuck her tongue out at him, the horizontal piercing showing for a moment before she said "That's barely reasonable! Just because I'm considered a 'nerd' doesn't mean I am one of those kids with IQ's of 150... thats just creepy" holding in a little laugh. She didn't like it when people just assumed that she was placed where she was because of grades or for a liking of video games. The only real reason was because she knew pretty much anything and everything about computers. Tristyn tilted her head a little to the side when he apologized and was about to say that it really didn't matter, but kept that to herself. She felt like it would just make things awkward if she mentioned it. She looked up when the second warning bell went of before looking to Kasper and smiled. "Sure if you want to.. its not like I'm going to reject the only person in the school who took the time to talk to me" she told him in a soft voice, tucking her long side bangs behind her ear. Her fingers lingered a little where the feather tattoo was, quickly tracing around it before lowering her hand again. That was just a habit she had made ever since she had gotten it done.

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[Darius4Ever ~ ♥]

» Let's get one thing straight; don't call me anything concerning my hair color


» If anything truly is known about this boy, one thing's certain; he's not the type who stands up for himself. Sure, he may threaten every once in a while, but the male's fierce words are nothing more than bluffing. He's a terrible liar, and not that intimidating until you actually fight him. This boy is actually a fairly nice young man, you just got to get to know him. He's a Sophomore that transferred schools over the summer after a large amount of kids singled him out on his hair color and sexual orientation, writing horrid things on his locker and such. He's really only paranoid that kids will bully him at this new school, it doesn't help that he speaks to no one except to complain, make sarcastic comments, and insult. His normal attire includes jeans, a t-shirt, and either a leather jacket or a black hoodie. Both his ears are pierced, and some days he wears a diamond stud in one ear, sometimes in the other, sometimes both, sometimes neither. Jesse is one to stand out from the crowd, not just because of his appearance. He stays silent a lot for his secret love of writing stories in his head and reading, as he's only seen around school reading out of a textbook in some class. Jesse's bisexual, but, since his past bad experience with being open about it, no one at his new school, or even in his family, know. Jesse plays it off like he's hetero, and no one questions it. One thing that might give him some nicknames is his strange fascination with fire. What nickname? Fire Hazard. It's the only nickname that people used for his hair color that he allowed, because he could pretend they were talking about his love for fire. Any type of fire, he's in love with it. He's content with just watching it, but if you give him a lighter and something to burn, he won't hesitate to do so. When very angry, he becomes untrustworthy around anything flammable, or anything that can even start a fire. He's got a retainer that he's supposed to wear everyday but doesn't, and wears contacts instead of glasses. The last three fingers on his right hand don't work correctly because of a car accident he was in when he was twelve. Jesse drives a motorcycle, as well. He hates clingy girls, the dark, blood.. And he has a phobia of human skeletons or human bones, but other animal bones or skeletons don't bother him one bit. Jesse also, sometimes, likes to sing, and dance. This male's.. Easily seen. His hair is dark natural red, the most vivid as they come, with crimson highlights mixed in, and very, very pale skin. He's pretty tall, around 5'8" or 5'9", with dark cobblestone brown eyes.

» Don't talk to me, you'll get a sarcastic answer

I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in

If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love

I miss the sound of your voice
Loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet
Perfect words that you said

If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love

I miss the pull of your heart
I taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils
And God, when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Sing sha la la la
Sing sha la la la la

Ooo Ooo Ooo...
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me, drown me in love

It's all wrong, it's all wrong
It's all wrong, it's so right
So come on, get higher
So come on and get higher
'Cause everything works, love
Everything works in your arms.

The best pic I could find of him =/ I prefer the anime pic that my avatar is, though xD

[thund3r]

{K a s p e r

• Helpless Romantic• • Coffe Lover • • Photographer • • eighteen • • Crush: no one • • Wearing: [this] •

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Kasper had realized that he had called her babe, a habit of his to call girls babe and love just came naturally and more often then not got him scolded by girls. The corner of his lips quirked up in a small smile as she mini-ranted about not all nerds being smart. "I'm sorry to offend you lov-er Tristyn....listen sorry if i call you love, or sweetheart or babe, it's a really common thing in France as well are Ireland and Britain and i know that probably is a form of flirting over here in the US, but i swear, i honestly am not trying to make a move on you so to say." he rambled like a stuttering fool, tripping over his own words. He had to tell her this in advance or else she might grow to think he was some kind of flirty jerk or something, and by his standards, that would be terrible. He smiled warmly when she said that it was fine for him to tag alone. "all right then my little nerdy friend. Lead on cause i have no clue where i'm going" being taller then her by quiet a bit he resting his hand on her head in a playful and friendly way, smiling down at her genuinely. Glad to find a companion. "By the way, your tongue bar thing is really quite adorable. A nerd with a attitude. Very cute" he chuckled, this time keeping his gaze straight ahead as he spoke, not looking down towards her, his curly fringe falling in his face slightly.

[Darius4Ever ~ ♥]

{ When do I start roleplaying? }

[thund3r]

- would you mind adding a pic? and then you can -

[infinite.disasters]

Female x Eighteen x Crushless x Wearing; This x Location; Locker x With; Kasper

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Tristyn willed herself not to have her cheeks flush a light red while he spoke, but it was no use and there was extra colour there now then before he had gone on his explanation for his nicknames. She looked down at the floor awkwardly as she nodded and tried to think of something to say back but just settled by saying "Oh okay... thanks for the uh warning she ended trailing off the last part quietly. Tristyn knew that she wasn't a 'smooth talker' and was quite awkward, but she had never let herself get so confused that her words just seemed to stutter out of her mouth in an unsure manner. She was really glad when the subject steered away from that conversation as the last thing she wanted was to end up blushing again. Tristyn looked over at him when she felt his hand on the top of her head with a small smile which only grew when he said that he liked her tongue piercing.. most people thought it was weird or would hurt, but she had always loved it. She laughed quietly and said Thanks! And these are the reasons you don't judge someone from the clique they are in... nerd's can have piercings and tattoos just like anyone else" in a cheerful voice as they walked down the hallway towards the class. She wondered why one moment everything with Kasper made her feel so out of place and then the next she was so happy and willing to talk. It was weird and no one had ever made her feel like that before. It confused her but to be truthful, she liked his company.

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[Time.Child]

ᎬᏞᎥᏃᎪ ᏦᎪᎽ ᏁᎥᏦᎾᏞs
sᎥxᏆᎬᎬᏁ

"Oh, so it's all my fault is it?" she said, her voice back to it's usual condescending tone. She set her brown eyes on him, though they didn't look exactly mad. So maybe this was a show, something to keep people away, but it was habit. Eliza pressed her lips together, waiting for a reply, and tossed her hair lightly to the side. The blonde waves settled back into virtually the same place they had been in before, and rested there. She couldn't understand why she was having such a hard time with this conversation. Eliza was usually good at talking to people, whether her intention was friendly, or otherwise. But for some reason, at this particular moment she couldn't seem to pull herself together. Maybe it was because the whole thing that caught her off guard, but whatever the reason, she didn't like not being in control.

'quᎬᎬᏁ Ꮎf ᏆhᎬ sᏟhᎾᎾᏞ'
ᎾuᏆfᎥᏆ x

[Darius4Ever ~ ♥]

- would you mind adding a pic? and then you can -

{ Alright. }

[princess pudding]

✘ Tʀᴇʙʟᴇ Tʜᴏʀɴ ✘
“I'ᴍ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ. Bᴜᴛ I ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ.”

Male ✘ Seventeen ✘ Location; homeroom✘ No crush

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Dance, f----- dance
You never had a chance
and no one even knew
it was really only you

Treble raised an eyebrow at her, not entirely shocked by her sudden shift of attitude towards him; that was expected from someone who had gone from crying to bumping into an intimidating stranger. He ran a hand through his messy hair and gave it a little wave, his fingers tossing and turning through tufts of black as he looked her up and down. Pretty, but obviously one of the Perfects. In other words, the kind of student he couldn’t stand for, nice or not nice. “Why, yes, it is,” he snorted after a moment of thought, leaning closer until he was nose-to-nose with the narrow blonde, “If I do recall, you bumped into me. Unless that was just my imagination.”

[Time.Child]

ᎬᏞᎥᏃᎪ ᏦᎪᎽ ᏁᎥᏦᎾᏞs
sᎥxᏆᎬᎬᏁ

"Whatever you want to tell yourself at night to make you feel better", she said. She smiled sweetly, in a taunting kind of way. Her thoughts were no longer directed to him, and the things she said were now simply coming out of her mouth of their own accord. She had realized a long time ago, that people never really cared about what you were thinking, cause they would keep on doing whatever the h*ll they liked anyway. Currently her thoughts were still directed towards her parents, but this time she wouldn't let them get the better of her. She kept her gaze firmly on Treble, and realized, somewhat surprised, that neither knew the others name. She wasn't about to ask. "Besides, I don't care", her voice faltered on the last word, making her sound unsure of herself. This was not the case, but she had realized that she did care. She wouldn't admit it, because it would just make her feel worse. It seemed like the entire day was simply sloping down hill.

'quᎬᎬᏁ Ꮎf ᏆhᎬ sᏟhᎾᎾᏞ'
ᎾuᏆfᎥᏆ x