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[Monster.]

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[Monster.]

❄ ȶ օ ɾ ɨ ❄

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: previously annoyed but calming down
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: outside
ᴡɪᴛʜ: no one
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ: single
ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ: this - a baggy black sweater with jeans and boots

Mornings. A word that annoyed the exhausted brunette still lying away in bed came around again like it did every day. From any other perspective, a day would not exist without the sun rising, or the world would be dark in dull. In fact, the bold monolithic source of light glowed so brightly that the crazy people who enjoy mushing together letters to create an amazing time of the day: the glorious morning. There were a few perks that came with the beginning of the day, but Tori usually overlooked them as if they were transparent or so insignificant and small it did not really matter. Today was no exception, and the same events went on. The only different thing that could be noticed as unique was the sound of a crash downstairs. The echo slithered up the stairs and eventually slipped into Tori's bedroom and stirred her from her sleep. She groaned and pulled her pillow over her head... but there was another bang that stirred the house from the very bottom of the earth followed by another that sounded like a cannon went off. That was as much as the easily disturbed girl could take, so the half-asleep teenager stood up with an agitated expression and gazed out her window. Construction. Yes, that was what her parents were currently wasting their money on, not Tori nor her broth but rather the remolding of their front yard. At the moment, it appeared bare and not the best sight to see, but her mother always said in that oh-so-cheerful voice, "Oh, hun, it's going to be finished soon. Then, it is going to be gorgeous. Gorgeous I tell you." As if, she thought to herself as she trudged to the bathroom.

Like any other typical morning, she got herself ready for the day and eventually emerged from the room with a bright face and smile, one that was commonly too tight to be true and naturally came to her after years of forcing those fake smiles onto her lips. At one time, that was not the case, but now, it was difficult to get a genuine smile from the broken girl. When she did smile, though, it almost felt like her world and everyone else's lit up, an alternative to the sun. As this thought passed Tori's mind, her hand along with the help of her feet unconsciously made their way to her bag, then, to her phone. Soon, an android became visible, and Tori rapidly pressed a few buttons until a blank text message came up, one that was directed to Ashten, her boyfriend. Hey, heading to Starbucks in a moment. Wanna meet up there?" she texted. Once the message was sent, she slung her bag over her shoulder, sauntered down the stairs, and eventually was standing in front of the oak door, the only exit of her house minus the back door. Sure, Tori could have eaten breakfast or greeted her brother, but he always disliked her seeing Ashten and Starbucks offered the best breakfast, better than anything Tori could ever make. Also, her mother and step-father were gone to work, so they were not even there to pay a visit to. He would probably enjoy the solitude, so Tori slipped into a pair of her fairly new boots and stepped outside.

Snow gently fell on the blanket of pure white that could only be described as heavenly. There were several snowflakes, more than there are usually, and it was a beautiful weather. Sometimes, it got so freezing that it would be like stepping out into a frigid iceland seeming colder than Antarctica’s harsh winters or cover the earth with inches and inches of snow. Fortunately, today was not one of those days, and everything seemed to be going smooth despite waking up earlier than usual. It was actually so nice out that Tori strolled across the sidewalk to the nearby coffeehouse. Besides, her brother would get extremely p*ssed if she even dared to attempt to take his car, the only one left on the driveway, so her boots crunched every time she stepped on the cushion of snow while she gradually grew closer to her destination.

{ flie: yes, they are. and please try to write about double of what you wrote; see the rules for more guidelines.
dial: no problem c: }

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Name Ashten
Age 17
Gender Male
Birth day September 13th
Birth place Ford 5150
Mood Eh easy
With no one
Status Dating Tor
Out fit Clickith

Ashten woke up to his phone singing scream. He sighed softly and looked at the time. It was s early. . .well for him at least he was a boy who loved his sleep and i mean loved it. he rubbed his eyes groggily. Looking at the phone with one eyes squinted he looked at who it was smiling at the name Tori. Ya sure, babe just let me get up and get dressed. he sent to her and yawned tiredly looking around and grabbing the close he had laid out last night and got dressed. Quickly running a quick brush through his messy hair he jelled it lightly. Girls weren't the only ones who likes to look nice for there lovers. Walking down stairs he shoved on his Aldo shoes and looked around, "Hey mom going to Star bucks with Tori, is that alright?" he asked softly looking at her with a small smile and chuckled gently. His mom nodded to him and went back to washing the dishes and cleaning up around the house. Walking out the front door he looked around getting into his car and driving towards star bucks.

After seeing stair bucks he decided to go get Tori something. So he drove off towards town. He hadn't ever gotten Tori anything so he thought it mise well me something good. So he diced a promise ring would be the better idea. As he drove he hummed softly not sure what else to really do. He had saved up 500 dollars from working at his crappy job. But it was worth it. He had already found the perfect ring. He hopped that she didn't think he was asking her to marry him, because he wasn't ready for a marriage yet. Not at seventeen at least. After showing up at the mall he parked his car and got out looking around he walked towards the store. Seeings Kays jewlary coming into site he walked slightly faster towards the store. Seeing the rings he searched through them.

After some lady came over and got the ring out of the case she walked over to the counter with him and put it i a small box. "it doesn't er look like i am going to marry her does it?" he asked the store lady. She looked at him kindly "well sorta sweet heart but as long as you tell her what you mean everything will be okay" she said to him. Ashten nodded to her and then took the box gently as she handed it to him. He gave her the money and let her keep the change it was only twenty bucks and she was kind she deserved it. He walked out to the parking lot and got into his car and drove off towards Star bucks.

Ashten parked in the parking spot he did always and waited for her to show up putting the ring in his back pocket he rehearsed what he was going to say to her. Nothing to cheeky but nothing to strong. So he was sorta torn between a rock and a hard spot. After figuring out wait to say he walked into the store sitting down and quietly waiting for her to come and then he would by her a coffee to wait ever else she wanted. Looking around she smiled a light pink blush covering over his face as he waited he was so nervous. He wanted to know if had spent money on the right thing and not just a relationship that they would only date for a couple of DAYS. Even though they had dated for a little while now.

{Twenty sevan lines and it seems so short to me even though i can write more i have Wb at the moment}

[Hakana]

{ I hope this is enough.. I'll write more next time! I promise!}


OLIVERMASONREBEKA

| : The guy with a big ego | : The smoker | : Jerk | : Prrrfct boy | : Mr Musical | : Cheater | : Dirt Chai Latte | : Mason

Dating | : Grace Evans | : Serena Allen
Mood | : Relaxed
Location | : Starbucks


Oliver let out a deep sigh, allowing his chest to rise and fall with a flip of a page on the book he was ever so enjoying, sure it wasn't the best he had ever read but at least it took his interest. Gently tracing the bottom of each sentance with his pointer fingers tip. He was relaxed for the first time in days since he was being pulled every which way from his girlfriends, he just wanted to keep both of them happy but it was taking a toll on his personal life. Already craving a smoke he dog eared the page and let it fall shut with a soft click of the pages. He loved to read really, it relaxed him quite a bit, but, of course it could never compare to his lovely cigerettes. Infact he goes through at least two packs a week due to anxiety of the females in his life. He would never have the heart to leave either of them, but he has to choose sometime. Its not like he could keep leading them on. He was intending to propose to at least one of them but he would have to break the others heart and that pained him. It was too hard for him to choose just one, for he loved both of them greatly.

To kill the need for another smoke he tossed one of his long legs towards the outside of the booth and pulled himself out, nothing like a dirty chai latte at this time of day. Considering it was literally his favorite drink on earth, but of course, before he could even stand his phone buzzed, making him let out a deep sigh. His large lungs letting out the collected air into an statement of his annoyance. Mumbling something, he slowly typed in 'Starbucks, now?' into the cramped keyboard of his flip phone that he despised ever so much, he just didn't really want to spend money on something that small. In his mind it was a waste of time, pushing his jet black hair out of his eyes as he glanced across the table, almost passing out at the sight of his girlfriend. He had already invited his other girlfriend.. This was awful. And his muscles tensed at the mere thought of having to balance each of them, no.. He would have to do something drastic, like make himself sick or pass out. He couldn't let her see his face, grumbling a few cuss words as he sank down and pulled his sleeping with sirens hoodie over his black hair, causing it to ruffle in the front. "Don't notice me, don't notice me." he mumbled and glanced around, wanting his coffee to clear his thoughts, it was worth the risk. He darted up and leaned over the counter, clearly towering over the small girl working there and the cashiers face turned red, making the taller boy frown deeply. "Dirty Chai Latte, please." His bass like voice pleaded, silky and soft as it ever was. The girl behind the counter almost melted at the deep voice he allowed forth. Everything about him was attractive, he wasn't one to be egotistical unless it was a joke.


After standing in place for a decent minute the female returned with his beverage, and the tall boy let out a huff. Digging through his deep pockets and tossing a ten onto the counter using two fingers. Which his usual 'bad ass' attitude shined through, a small grin on his lips as he took the warm drink and allowed it to slide down his throat, he had been feeling ill the past few days and it soothed his sore throat. allowing his adams apple to sink and rise as he took long deep gulps of the drink until it was half full. Returning to his seat and this time facing his back to her, furrowing his shoulders. He still had a slight fever and it showed through with him cuddling his hoodie like it was freezing. Mumbling some song lyrics from his favorite song, 'Fire' by sleeping with sirens.

It was possibly a bad idea to try to leave the house when he was still feeling ill but he was going stir crazy from being home for so long, her had been throwing up the day before. But still his stomach was at least feeling better today, just hurting a little. Letting out a soft whimpering sound as he sneezed into the sleeve of his hoodie. Loosly laying his arm over his stomach since he was getting sick of resting it on the hard edge of the table, yawning softly.

[flie]

{ DYLANANNROSS }

Dylan stares at her large, burgundy couch. Its sunken cushions and the worn down arm rests, not to mention the striped ottoman, began taunting her. She could just picture herself on that wonderful couch of hers, laying down while flipping

be d i f f e r e n t ; ;

Outfit; clicky

Boyfriend; Jet c:

Status; Has a cold
and is staying at home.

Mood; Not feeling
too hot

With; No one

Location; Her house


through channels as she tries to find a good television show. She would have one snack on the coffee table and one on the ottoman. One arm would be bent behind her head and the other stretched out towards the television. It was a relaxing day dream that led Dylan towards her couch. Her hair flows behind her as she flops onto the large piece of furniture, arms under a large, brown pillow as she nuzzled her head into the soft object.

Joy overcame her, nearly causing her to forget about her horrible cold. The brunette's eyes shut as her chin raises, her nose scrunched up while she raises her bent elbow. Achoo! She sneezes near her elbow, "ewwing" at the cold feeling on her arm. It wasn't a pleasant feeling but she shrugged it off. Dylan, now sitting up, looks to her right, her brown eyes catching a glance of an old picture.

It was an old photo taken on her fifteenth birthday. It consisted of two people; her and Jet. They are, for once, smiling together, oblivious of the camera being pointed at them by their good friend, Victoria. They stood on a bridge while the snow fell around them, their breathes making small white clouds. The girl stares at the picture, a slight pain striking her chest. Her and Jet are always fighting. The last time they had even spoken to each other without scowling was two months ago, the day they passed each other on the way to McDonald's.

Small tears formed in Dylan's eyes as she remembers their last fight. She had brought up something about how Oliver annoyed her because of how he had two girlfriends, who are very close to Dylan. Dylan doesn't really remember what happened from their, but can unfortunately remember what they had screamed at each other.

Dylan fell back onto the couch once again, staring at the blank wall next to the TV. Usually, there would be a lamp or picture hanging there, but she had taken those down because of their fight. "What am I expecting," she thought, "to see him pop up at my door with a box of tissues and a bouquet of roses?" She sighs, closing her eyes once more. You see, Dylan isn't normally this emotional. She is usually more laid back and can handle things on her own. Maybe it's because of her cold and slight fever. Maybe.

[maka-paige]

AHH! Sorry for my little wimpy posts and if you see any other posts from me. My internet is very very slow and it just isn't showing my posts!

[quote="Cassidypaige2000"]

Grace Jordan Evans

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing- Helen Keller

Grace's eyes blinked in a doll like way. She lifted her head from her pillow and looked around. She stretched her neck out and cracked one or two knuckles. She lightly threw her legs over the side of her bed and stretched out her legs. She was always stiff after naps but she always felt happy after them. She unpluged her phone from the charging cord and turned it on. She looked through it and then saw she had a message. She clicked the screen but not hard enough for it to load up anything. She pressed it again harder this time till the page of texts finally opened. She looked over to see what the contact was. It was Oliver so she pressed on it without even thinking. Once she did this she saw his message. She tapped the reply button and started to text back the man in her life. "Hey baby sorry about the late reply! I just woke up and I would love to come for a coffee! Just let me brush through my hair! How busy is it? xoxo!" Grace said it out load to herself in a quite tone so her family didn't have to here her. She pulled on her brown leather combat boots and jumped up from her bed. She stumbled over to her mirror and table by her door and opened one of the cuboards. She grabed a eyeliner and pulled the side of her eye winging it out slightly. "Oh man." Grace said louder then she thought. She rubbed of her mistakes then grabed a jacket that matched her boots in a way. She matched that with a brown tote bag. She had a few bracelets on that were a silver tint. She then opened her door making sure she closed it behind her. She walked down the hallway waving to her dad to tell her that she would be home later. She then walked into the kitchen and walked out the door. Down the street and turning she walked to the door of the StarBucks. She then walked in. The fire was warm and cozy, lighting the whole room. Her eyes raced around the room looking for the handsome man she was lucky to call her boyfriend. Along the way she saw the menu board. They were starting to put out their new fall type flavours. Lots of pumpkin and cinnamon. She loved that smell it seemed so calm everyone was happy and cheerfull, well it seemed to be. When she finally saw Oliver she walked up towards him. She went in for a small hug.

[thund3r]

|J e t Kirkland |

•Broken Pianist • • Numb Painter • • Lost Soul •
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Jet ran through the forest, a small pistole in his hand as his breaths came short in shallow. His icy and cold blue eyes darted around. Searching, watching, waiting. Waiting to see him. He herd a stifled crack of a stick or branch and turned around to see if someone was there. Too late. He felt a hand grab him around the neck and the cold surface of a gun rest against his temple. "where is she?" the voice his into his ear. The man's breath was warm and tickled his ear as he struggled to get away. The man repeated "where is she?" but this time he tightened his grip around Jet's neck. Jet cried out in pain as herd the cackle of the man behind him, there was a band and a sharp pain in his head as everything faded.

His eyes, the color of slick and cool ice shards flashed open. A searing pain in his head as he realized he had fallen from his warm bed and smacked his forehead on his cabinet. Another gunshot. He flinched but remembered he had set the stupid gunshot noise as his alarm clock's tone. He regretted that decision greatly as so far it had done nothing but scare him.

He got back up onto his med moaning and feeling his forehead where he could feel the cool drip of blood that oozed between his fingers. he ignored it though, grabbing for his iPhone. He promptly turned it one, his eyes searching the screen but found nothing. "why would she text me anyway?" he muttered coldly throwing his phone away from him. He glared at his bed, not that it helped anything, in reality, the guilt was eating at him. "Maybe i should go visit her" he sighed looking over towards hi bedside table where there was a picture of him and her with their arms wrapped around each other staring into each other's eyes with the most horrible love-struck expression. he felt a pang in his heart, remembering this was when they went to the pumpkin patch last year to pick as she had called it "the perfect pumpkin"

"JET!" he herd a whiny girl's voice yell his name and turned to see a tall lean girl with tremendously curly hair leaning on his doorframe. Her dull blue eyes glaring at him, her phone securely in her hand. "jeeze, i'v been calling your name for ages. Are you def or something? Mom says to get up" she said coldly. Sarah, his little sister. "Did i invite you in my room?" Jet snapped, sanding up and maliciously narrowing his eyes. A look of fear crossed her face as she shook her head. "I didn't think so. I'm up alright? So get out" he hissed as she turned tail, tripping over herself and darting from the room. He looked back to his own phone and sighed, running a hand through his short curly hair. clicking on her contact he started a new text. Her name lit up at the top. Dylan. 'hey babe, we need to talk, can i come over?' he looked at the text for a second before sending it and turning away to shower and get ready to leave.

[Monster.]

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Name Arkadia
Age 17
Gender Female
Birth day Augest 31
Birth place Ford 5150
Mood Eh easy
With no one
Status Dating Kasper
Out fit Clickith

Arkadia woke up happily and looked around smiling getting up and getting dressed for the cold winter air. Struggling into her skin tight skinny jeans. After fighting them onto her legs she buttoned them and put her shirt on walking down stairs and putting on her favorite pair of high heels and walked out of the house. Sighing gently and putting her hands into her pockets before taking them out to put her long blond hair up into a messy bun of curly blond hair and walked down the road texting Kasper Hey babe you awake yet if so you wanna hang out?? she sent to him.

Walking down the road towards star bucks for her daily coffee she hummed like always her and her brother were allot alike when it came to the way they did things. She cleared her throat and looked around as she enter the coffee shop seeing her brother she ignored him completely. Walking into star bucks and up to the counter. The man at the counter smiled softly at her and asked what she wanted. Kady smiled back at him, "cappuccino please" she said softly to him and smiled handing her money to the boy and giving him back the change he gave her as a tip and walking over waiting for her drink.

After receiving her drink she walked over to a table and sat down crossing her legs and gently sipping her coffee she looked around humming to herself and rubbing her eyes gently so she wouldn't smudge her make up. Quieting waiting for Kaspers text back she looked around smiling softly to the old lady's that walked by trying to be nice like she always did to people. Sighing softly as she began to wonder if he was ever gonna text her back she put her purse on the table and took out her phone again looking for Ice cream Jr. to play. Finding it and playing happily putting her head phone in and listening to music as she played her game. Looking around happily she waited and quietly sang to herself in her head. Taking a sip of coffee and playing around with it. Spinning it around and giggling to herself frowned now so board.

After a while of being board, She stood up and walked out the door. Deciding she would just walk over to Kasper's house and see him then. On the way she danced and sang aloud since the only people on the streets were driving by. Careful not to break a ankle in the heels she just walked along the side walk and looked around with a small smile looking down at her phone as she went on face book. Searching up songs on youtube with another tab and sighing. Seeing Kaspers house come into view she walked up the steps and knocked on the door waiting quietly for him or someone else to answer.

[flie]

{ sorry, please ignore. }

[Host]

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M E . M Y S E L F . I
Mood;; Calm, relaxed. Slightly worried
Doing;; Drinking coffee at Starbucks. Alone.
With;; My Dirty Chai.
At;; Starbucks
Status;; Taken by the best <3.. Or not so much
(sorry, shorter post!
I could barely even
get this much. )

Serena let out a soft sigh and sank deeper into her seat, taking another slow sip of her coffee. Her eyes trailed acrossed the smooth tiles of the floor, trying to mesmorize the thin marble-like swirls. With a sigh, she pulled out her phone. To her dismay, she hadn't recieved any texts from Oliver. He probably just missed my test.
The blonde stood easily, dropping her phone into her pocket and drawing her coffee closer to her. She moved smoothly toward the door, when she paused. She'd might as well just use the bathroom here. She turned slowly on her heel and revved forward, the heels of her boots clicking with every stride she took. As she was walking by, she heard a sneeze.
"Bless y-." She cut short when she took in his features. She blinked an forced her gaze away. It wasn't him. "Bless you." She finished curtly and wrapped her coat around her tighter before making her way to the bathroom. She did her 'buisness' and hovered over the sink, splashing water on her face. Good thing she didn't wear make up today.
She placed her hands on both sides of the sink as she looked into the mirrow, staring hard into her blue eyes. He wouldn't just ignore my text and come by himself, would he? Serena watched as one of the water droplets slipped down her cheek bone. It stayed pretty much the same size, hardly even loosing any on the way down. It made it's way down her smooth cheek and ended at the curve of her jaw. Serena reached up and brushed the water droplet off. She took a rough paper towel and drew it roughly over her face before dropping it in the trash.
She tried to walk away from the mirror, but her feet seemed to grow a mind of there own. Serena's jaw tightened as she dug into her purse and pulled out some makeup, mascara and eye liner. She leaned forward and expertly applied the two. She applied a thin layer of clear gloss over her lips and smacked her lips.
She straitened herself and played with one of her loose waves before turning on her heel and striding easily to the door. She pulled it open, still holding her coffee close to her. She took another sip before moving past the tables and exiting the shop. Though it was tempting, she didn't steal another glance at the boy's table. She had already stared enough for one day.
Though, she stopped in her tracks and felt her pocket, searching for her phone franticly. She sighed and turned slowly, shuffling back into the shop. She went to the table she had been sitting at and leaned down, snatching her phone off the seat. I could have sworn I put that thing in my pocket.. She walked past the door, this time daring herself to steal a glance at the boy again.
She froze. It was him. She blinked and dropped her gaze before smoothly exiting the shop. She looked at her phone. No texts. And he had to have been there before she'd sent the first text, right? She pursed her lips and continued to her mustang, mind whirling.

[flie]

{ DYLANANNROSS }

The girl lets a small sigh escape from her lips as she closes her brown eyes, leaning against the back of the sofa. "I wish that none of this ever happened..." She whispers to no one in particular, hoping that someone would come up to her and say

be d i f f e r e n t ; ;

Outfit; clicky

Boyfriend; Jet c:

Status; Has a cold
and is staying at home.

Mood; Not feeling
too hot

With; No one

Location; Her house


"I know right." Bzzt! A loud, annoying ring comes from Dylan's iPod touch, through the headphones of course.

If you think that's weird, you should get a life. Most people text from their iPod touches now when their phone battery is dead or doesn't have service. Some people don't even have phones so they use their iPods instead. In Dylan's case, she just doesn't feel like charging her phone so she is using her first generation iPod touch. It's thick, old, and has a small screen. But that doesn't bother her at all. She'd actually rather have the first gen. than the new fifth generation anyway.

Dylan reaches towards the coffee table, pausing before you touches the device. "Who texted me? Victoria? Oliver? ..Jet? Ha, yeah right; he's still mad at me," thoughts scramble through her mind before she decides to pick up the iPod, secretly hoping that Jet had texted her. She stares at it, a blank expression settled on her face. It was from Pinger Inc, notifying new updates for the app Text Free. "...Like usual, I got my hopes up."

During the second Dylan had began putting her iPod back onto the table, another ring came from the device. The ringing stopped and started again, playing a soft melody with mellow-pitched notes. It was the ringtone Dylan had put for Jet's number. The brunette stared at the iPod, somewhat surprised when she heard the relaxing song. She quickly reached for it, swooping it up and laying down on the couch, the iPod above her head as she opened the text. She was overwhelmed with joy. She never would've even thought about Jet texting her during an argument.

She began reading the text, her light eyes shifting back and forth as she did so. "hey babe, we need to talk, can i come over?" She read the text over and over again, somewhat disappointed. Her chest ached from confusion and uncertainty. The text came to her as if she were about to be broken up with. "We need to talk" are the few words that are commonly used right before a break up. And she would know that.

"Yea, sure." She types, taking a large breath before sending it.