[[ ＳＮＡＰＳＨＯＴ. ]] ᴏɴᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.

[just'marley]

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[breeze']

Guuyyyss in this roleplay- if you know anyone who is willing to play the boys then pleasseee try and get them <3 Owhhh we have open--

. Girlliiees.

>< The neglected- the person who has their form up for it was never accepted because she is not literate enough :L
>< Louis is open
>< Josh is open
>< Harrehhh is open
>< Zaynieee

I will play one of the boys- whoever is left over :L

[decalcomanie]

[May I reserve Zayn? :3 I have sent a writing example before. I think? If not, I'll send it again.]

[cheetah;]

{ Could I also try out for Josh? :3

[winterwonderland.]

“нow cαɴ yoυ αpprecιαтe тнe ѕυɴ ιғ тнere ιѕ ɴo rαιɴ αloɴɢ тнe wαy?”

name: “Hello, random person, it is a pleasure to meet you. In case you are wondering, my name is Victoria Ruby Gray. Since I am getting an informal interview, I guess you want to know the history behind that name, so I'll give it to you. My father is British, so he takes-- or did take pride in the fact that I have the same name as Queen Victoria, the queen of England a few decades ago. Honestly, it was not really one of those baby names on the "most popular names of the 1990s." It was more in style in the 1800s, but I do not mind too much. My name is unique, not strange, unique. I appreciate that I do not have to be someone labeled as Ryan One, Ryan Two, and Ryan Three. In addition, the name is just elegant and full of grace. Doesn't it make you think of something breathtaking like a view of the mountains or, yes, a queen. Although I do not necessarily love my name, it is not bad, considering that everyone wants to be named something else. I actually sort of like the name Victoria, but I have been going by Tori for... Let's just say a long time. So I would like you to call me Tori, or else I probably will not reply to whatever you are saying.

gender: Okay, this question offends me. It is simple as that. I might as well let it go and tell you I am a girl, though, since you are clearly blind. Luckily, I am not usually confused with a guy, and I would be freaked out if someone came up to me, like you, and ask what my gender was. I'll give you some pointers for your lost eyes now... First, I have long hair that extends below my shoulders, which is a length that only one percent of the population of men and boys have. Also, I paint my nails and wear make-up on certain occasions, but I am not one of those girly-girls, who ask to see a "cute" pocket size pink mirror every second of their life. For further evidence, I am considered to be skinny, and I really hope I do not have a beard or moustache. Other than that, please do not ask for any more proof.

age: Why is everyone so concerned about their age nowadays? It's not like I drink or smoke. Seriously, are you a cop? Sorry, I think I overacted a little. To be honest, I am a bit tender on this subject because I did do this once, about a year after my dad died... Moving on! I am eighteen years old neutral, not young or old. I am eighteen years old and turning nineteen on December twenty-sixth. Yes, my birthday is near Christmas; I acknowledge that. I adore winter and the gorgeous scenery that it has to display. Furthermore, the cool weather is much more placid and relaxing in contrast to the blazing heat of the summer, so I love being born in December. Other than the benefits of my birthday, I also can do quite a few other things being the age of eighteen. Although, I cannot do everything there is to do as your age increases, I am quite content with driving and living my life, although I sometimes wish I could be twenty one and have the benefits that come with it. But, hey, I can drive and have a car, so I am perfectly happy.

nationality: By the time my parents were in their final years of college, my mother got pregnant and had me. I was born in a small hospital on the outskirts of town in France. The university my parents were attending was located in France, although only mom was from there. As for my father, he was born in the United Kingdom, and his whole family is British. As a result, I am technically a half British and half French girl that lives in California. It's a funny mixture, but I like it.”

















personality: “This is going to be difficult to explain my whole personality. I always hated in elementary and junior high, where everyone had to write up essays and reports about yourself. That gave me trouble, but now you just ask me to say my whole personality? Although I am not too pleased to do this, I might as well try, so I will give you a brief glimpse into my life. I am smart but not really smart enough to be a labeled as a nerd, who solves math problems for enjoyment. The only thing educational that I do in my spare time is reading. Also, I am not involved in academic programs, and for the record, I hate the learning part of school. Some of it has its good parts like the times when I can talk to my friends. Most of the time, I doodle during class while maintaining straight A grades. However, I am not only intelligent during academics. Though I do not really believe this, the people that know me fairly well consider that I give good advice. I guess I was just born that way and always happen to be the bookworm that people turn to when they need advice or the answer to the homework.

I am known as the "Quiet Girl." The one that everyone calls quiet, everyone. I honestly do not know why... Alright, I know why. I was never born as a loud person who can take control of a situation in a snap or be so outgoing that they can make friends in an instant. Bluntly sparking a conversation and saying witty remarks isn't my thing. Not being able to keep conversations going is another fault of mine, too, since I prefer to rally for tennis, ping pong, or whatever else there is that does not involve passing words back and forth. Actually, I prefer to sit down with whoever it is and spend time with them without saying a word. Another flaw of mine is I do not have the courage to stand up for myself. I am not proud of the problems I have with my confidence, but I have absolutely no problem when it comes to standing up for others. In that case, I can have a sharp tongue, so for an early warning, please do not hurt any of my friends' feelings or you will... How do I put it in a nice way? Die. Besides that, I am a pretty quiet girl. Being shy and reserved defines me in a way, so it does not bother me.

I have one last personality trait that is hidden underneath all my layers. It is barely visible but noticed on certain occasions. The "it" is being carefree. If a person gets to know me well enough, they will know I can be spirited and laugh to the point, where I either lose my breath or get so embarrassed that my cheeks turn a bright scarlet. Also, things rarely get to me, both hurtful and kind because I reassure myself that the person who spoke was having a rough time while I believe I do not usually deserve the nice remarks given to me. In addition, it is almost impossible not to see me relaxed since I love to lay back and relax, enjoying the joyous adventure of life. Sure, I might have regrets by the time I am ninety, but I try to live every moment to the fullest. At times, I can be a little carless as well. That does not mean I take risks without putting any thought into it but rather I try not to be afraid of things such as speedy rollercoasters. I am cautious and concerned for those that I care for way too often, but I am commonly laid-back and laugh and smile whenever I can.

history: My life in a nutshell: I was born in France but moved to California a little bit after, which is located in America, in case you did not know. I live with my mother, step-father, and brother in a beach house. Um, I have a normal life like any other person in the world... Wait, you want more information? Detail is not my thing when it comes to describing myself, but I will tell you about my life if you can speed up this horrible interview. Anyway, I'll begin now. I was born in a small town in France. Yes, the country in Europe whose people supposedly smoke a lot and are rude and sophisticated, according to false stereotypes. However, you cannot say that about me because I almost immediately moved to the United States when I was about six months old. Since then, I grew up along the west coast of California as any other normal American. I had a family that I loved with all my heart, which consisted of my parents and older brother. Plus, I had quite a few friends along with an expensive beach house that coast my parents’ great debt. On the other hand, it was undoubtedly worth the amount we bought it for because it is still called my home to this day. It is in an ideal location, where the refreshing sea breeze, tropical weather, and a view of the sun rising and setting on the horizon hits the house at a perfect angle. It is a wonderful home that can only be described as magic, so I grew up as a California girl in the states.

Having a perfect life was not an option, though. I really don't know what happened. Maybe someone or something got bored with me doing the same ordinary activities everyday. Whatever it was, fate took a twist, and I lost my father when I was sixteen due to the collusion of him and a drunk driver. It broke my heart, and my mother says at least once a week "Oh, honey, you've changed so much since it happened." It still annoys me, but she's right. I can't deny it. I really was changed by the accident, but it was not only me. My mother was hurt, and I remember she would cry and cry until my brother would walk in and calmly instruct her to stop weeping. However, chaos did not invite anytime for grieving. Our whole family was occupied by people insisting to schedule a funeral, buy this, spend that... In other words, time and things to do sucked up all our time, and it eventually became natural to put a smile on our faces so that we could get everything done with and stop hearing the "I'm sorrys" that were somehow supposed to bring my father back. It was awful, but we got through it. However, there are some things that permanently changed us. For instance, my mother had to work double time with two separate jobs to sustain the family, so I rarely ever saw her. Similarly, my brother... he... I don't really know how to explain it, but he was gone most of the nights, drank, smoked, and did whatever else you could imagine. I changed, too, but when times get rough, I fake a smile and remind myself it is better to act cheerful so that everyone and even myself might fall for the lie.

As time passed, everyone in my family was able to get over my father's death and concentrate on our lives. My mother remarried someone who was, well, not the nicest husband of all time. He was rude, arrogant, and did not treat me and my brother kindly one bit. I don't think I should really tell you this, but the nights he was extremely p*ssed off, he would yell at us and sometimes physically push us around. We'd get a bruise or scrape that would go away in a week about twice, although it was never serious enough to be considered abuse. Other than the new member to our family, my brother had drastically turned his life around in a positive way. While he had become addicted to drinking and partying every night since my father died, almost everything stopped a few months after our father's death. Now, it is only minor stuff and could fit the lifestyle of a normal teenager. Despite that permanent change, my brother became myself again. He would crack up jokes, laugh, and be himself. It was so nice to have him back that I stopped constantly thinking about Dad, too. I began to focus on schoolwork and continued to live my life.

Eventually, my family even moved to the a small town in Engalnd since we could no longer afford the expensive California city life. At first, I was astonished and completely shocked by the fact that I would be leaving the place I grew up in, the only place it knew. It was difficult to leave my friends and all the memories, especially the ones involving my father. On the other hand, I knew I would always remember the time we had, so we packed our bags and moved to England. To be honest, it was rough, but we made through it and are still going step by step through life.”


turn-ons: “I want a guy that likes me for who I am.”
✓ sense of humor
✓ tall
✓ politeness
✓ someone who cares more about me than himself
✓ knows when to be serious and when to be goofy

turn-offs: “No, guys with super big egos and tiny hearts. Just no.”
✗ showing off
✗ snappy, rude, or anything similar
✗ flirtatious
✗ jocks with zero brains
✗ egocentric, selfish guys that are way too full of themselves
likes: “Chocolate because it's chocolate.”
✓ One Direction
✓ Reading
✓ Photography
✓ Drawing (mostly sketching)
✓ Winter
✓ Ice skating
✓ Listening to music
✓ Movies
✓ Chocolate
✓ Animals
✓ Cool colors (primarily blue and purple)

dislikes: “Mean people but not much aside from that.”
✗ Rude people and bullies
✗ Bugs
✗ Mornings and waking up early
✗ Car crashes









height: “You want to know about my appearance now, too? This is going to be one long interview... Anyway, I consider myself to be average, but quite a few people differ. I guess, I could see what they are thinking, if I squint my eyes or more like close them, but I do not think I would stand out when compared to someone else. I am probably sounding biased, so I'll give you a neutral description of myself and try not to let any self-consciousness show. I am 5'7, which is close enough to the average height for a girl, but to be honest, I am not too satisfied with my height. I wish I could be taller sometimes, but most guys like girls shorter than them. Plus, I am not obsessed enough about my height to wear uncomfortable high heels that give me blisters.

weight: Let's get this straight. I am not anorexic and have no problem eating. I have actually never gone on a diet and will probably never need to. I am just one of those people who can walk into a McDonalds, eat twelve hamburgers, and walk out without gaining a single pound. Everyone says I am lucky to be like that, but I personally wish I could be what people call "curvy" or even fat for a day. Now that we've got that over with, I am not too sure about how much I weigh. I am guessing I am around 115 to 120 pounds. I think, some is from muscle while other is plain fat, and it is quite a solid balance. What I am certain of is that I appear to have a slim shape and usually wear an adult small or medium, depending on the style of the clothing.

hair color: Alright, here we go again. My hair is a dark brown that is close to a milk for my hair, it is a dark brown that is close to a milk chocolate or a dark chocolate, depending on a few factors such as lighting and if my hair is wet. Under the sunlight, though, it appears to be a mixture of gold and cinnamon, which could be considered a dirty blonde, but I am a brunette. Besides the color, it rolls down in gentle waves like the blue water rising up on the Californian shore, where I live. Sometimes, it can appear to be curly when the air is humid or if I curl it, but it is not usually confused with that. With that benefit, it is low maintenance that I do not take for granted. Overall, my hair is alright but seems to be somewhat common with a few unique features that only I have.

eye color: Finally, something that does not irritate me, so I will gladly tell you about my eyes, the one feature about me that I take pride in. I have crystal blue eyes that appear like sapphires and, h*ll, they even sparkle like jewels when under light with a white sparkle that is not as extreme as the ones in cartoons and animation. They also have a hint of grey in them like light storm clouds over the clear sky. It creates a mysterious aura, but they are generally a beautiful shade of the ocean that stands out in a crowd. In my opinion, only my eyes are really gorgeous, but I am content with that, although other people may have different thoughts.

body modifications (tattoos/piercings): I got my ears pierced when I was six, so I wear earrings sometimes but not usually the hoops or dangling ones. Honestly, I think earrings are cute on girls but sort of weird on guys. Who likes a boy with a nose, ears, eyebrows, and even tongue pierced? Although, I think tattoos on guys aren't bad, and I have nothing against them. However, I could never pull one off. I have heard they hurt like h*ll and respect people who have them. Anyway, I doubt tattoos would really fit me, considering my personality and just me. I am not the kind of girl to have a dragon permanently plastered on her back. Could you imagine that? The only thing that I think would look decent would be a plain black miniature butterfly or flower for a tattoo, and that's all.

wardrobe: Eh, I am not big on what I wear, but if you would really like to analyze the clothing I like to wear, I'll give you a little information. For a top, I normally wear a casual shirt, nothing in particular, although they usually have a sort of formal and simple hint to them. Waist down, I wear skinny jeans, short shorts, and rarely skirts with flip-flops or converse for my shoes. Along with that, I occasionally wear a necklace and silicone bracelets, too. However, I am not the kind of girl who is in love with jewelry or accessories. If you still do not really understand my description, take a look at a few pictures: Outfit | Shoes”







sexual orientation: “My love life? I had really hoped it would not come to this. Um, okay, let's get this over with. The first question sounds like the gender question all over again. I will give you the same response: I think you are a complete freak, but I will answer anyway... Sorry ladies, but I am straight and will probably never change. I do not act like a lesbian in any way, although I have nothing against them. In fact, one of my close friends is a gay male teenager, and I love him (in a friend way) to death. It's just how I personally am. Love is love, right?

crush: Yay, something even more personal! I hope you sensed my sarcasm, but I thought I should point it out since the person that is interviewing me because they cannot tell if I am a guy or a girl, asking how much I weight which is the one question you never ask a girl, asked my sexual orientation, and now who I am in love with? Clearly, you have issues. Anyway, I am telling since I want to get done with this interview as soon as possible, and therefore, I am in love with... wait for it... no one! Isn't that wonderful? No, seriously, I do not like anyone. I prefer being alone unless I were to find someone that I would actually not mind spending every second of my life with.

status (boyfriend, fiancée, etc.): *Sigh* You really need to get a life. Stalking people and asking about who they love does not count as a hobby. Anyway, I have no boyfriend, no fiancée, no husband, and certainly no kids. To be honest, I do not think I am quite ready for the whole marriage thing and, heaven forbid, having children. I do not want to be a teenage part by some "mistake," so I am going to avoid getting married or anything similar. Understood? Also, I am not really up for a boyfriend either. I sort of broke up with my ex recently and *cough* still torn up about him *cough.* So I will be sitting in a dark corner and crying over my ex-boyfriend if you need me.

exes: Excuse me? Did you really just ask this question? I have been really open about your question asking, but asking me about my exes? That crosses the line. However, I guess, I might as well give you some background information as long as you never, ever, ever tell anyone else. Oh, don't forget falling off the face of the earth, too. We clear? Now, here we go-- I have dated one guy throughout high school. If this information is confidential, I was in love and might have even called him my soul mate. Yes, I was stupid and regret it to this day because, in the end, he unfortunately dumped me for some other girl. Not that I am totally sure, but I believe he cheated on me, too.”




anything else: “Is this interview finally over? Thank goodness. Ta, ta now, and I hope I will never see your face again! Also, please go see some eye surgeons and psychologists. I am sure they can help you out. Good-bye forever!”

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harry edward styles | hazza | the flirt | male | eighteen
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Hey, Harry here! You know, Harry Edward Styles from British boy band, One Direction? Still seeing blank faces here, so let me clarify. I am the flirt of the band, the guy with the curls and charming smile, called Hazza according to Liam, and am just me. Ah, I am finally seeing the light bulbs. Well, please do not cry or hate on me, but I will gladly give an autograph, if you would like. Anyway, I am 100% male, and I can't believe anyone would ask. Moving on; I am eighteen years young, making me the youngest boy of our band since I was born on February 1st, 1994. Yet, I am considered to be the flirtiest from what the boys say, but the media exaggerates that particular personality trait. If you ignore what biased magazines and television says, I am a real sweet guy and fun guy to be around, so get to know me!

no crush | single
Um, I think paparazzi covers who I like pretty well, especially when I find them hiding behind a bush, ruining a romantic date I am having. But, hey, I appreciate you actually asking instead of reading and stalking me, so I'll be nice and answer. At the moment, I have met a lot of cute models and singers as well as fans, but none of them have really caught my eye just yet. That being said, I am single and searching for my soul mate out there somewhere.

[breeze']

Need Zayn and Josh to post their para and we can start... Right guys you can't make your opening post now because I am bored of waiting... I will post later! Oh, setting...

The boys are sat laughing at the 'wannabes' who are pretending to be the girls; they are chatting between each other and thinking about the men/girls. The girls are queing outside having a laugh. They are almost like best friends- in your opining post be spontanious; get them to sing a song or play hop scotch or something- I don't know! Anyway. I will post later- off you go. Oh the weather is quite cold so if you wanna start of a 'girlmance' then go for it. Pm me if you want your girl to be in a girlmance with mine... Anyway POST AWAY!

[cheetah;]

Hey there! I'm Josh Devine, you probably know me if you know one direction. I work for them. I'm their lead drummer. I was born in Bournemouth, England in 1991 and resided there until the age of 10 where upon we moved to Leicestershire with my Mother, Father and Brother. My birthday is on July 9th, i'm currently 20 years old and will turn 21 pretty soon. You mostly will see me in twitcams with my friend Niall. Me and his bandmates get along pretty well. I like spending time with them whenever we are free, another thing i like is going being on stage with them. Even if i'm not that important i don't mind. I'm a pretty down to earth guy and sweet. When you get to know me i'm fun to be around. I'm currently not crushing on anyone and i'm single. Still looking for the 'one'.

[winterwonderland.]

❄ ȶ օ ɾ ɨ ❄

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: light-hearted
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: outside
ᴡɪᴛʜ: friends
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ: single
ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ: this - a baggy sweater with
jeans, boots, and a mustache

A hysterical laugh spilled out of Tori's laugh when one of the other girls made a joke about the boys. Each of them were laughing without being able to take a breath and calm down before meeting the band, but Tori was fine with that. She nor the rest of her friends had any idea of what to expect when they faced the famous singers probably exhausted and irritated from all the people faking to be the six goofy girls the stars were enchanted by. Tori understood she would probably be in an awful mood after experiencing hundreds of people attempting to get cash and fame from the band. To avoid thinking about the difficulty lying ahead, the six friends joked and laughed uncontrollably to hide their worry with humor. However, they honestly were having a good time, too. It was almost like reliving the wild night they had with One Direction, one of the best nights of their lives. They could dress up like idiots and laugh about the silliest jokes. At the moment, Tori felt free like she could do whatever she pleased without anyone remembering because of the hilarious disguise that made her smile whenever she touched the mustache resting above her lips.

{ having a bit of writer's block for tori }

♪ ɦ ǟ ʀ ʀ ʏ ♪

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: laid-back, somewhat down
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: inside
ᴡɪᴛʜ: the boys
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ: single
ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ: this - a leather jacket and
a white with a T-shirt, jeans, and
converse

Five enraged girls stomped out of the room with crinkled faces from rage. As they passed the threshold, Harry could almost see the steam coming out of their ears and their red enflamed faces. These five girls were just another group of girls pretending to be the ones they were trying to find. This one was not hard to tell since they insisted there was only five of them to begin with, and one of the girl's voices was higher pitched than a mouse, causing him to burst out in laughter at one point. On the other hand, quite a few of the others were difficult to tell if they were the real ones were not. To him, it honestly depressed him. There were so many pretenders, and it was beginning to get old. However, it was worth it. The beautiful girls they met the other night were... different. Harry was not sure how to put it. He was attracted by their personalities, not their appearance because he could not even see them behind their masculine disguises. Plus, each of them was a Directioner at heart and fangirled in front of them, but it was an entertaining act they put on. This amusing scene sure did let Harry have a good time, but getting to know them the rest of the night was even better. It was one of those nights that could only be described as magical. Therefore, waiting felt like forever, but he remained relaxed and content because the boys were there with him.

"Where art thou mustache girls?" he began yelling somewhat loudly in a singsong voice. Of course, Harry was in front of a few security guards and his best friends, but he did not care. He always felt open to do whatever he liked in times like this. After, he calmed and commented grumpily with a sigh, "I cannot believe how much time has passed, and they still haven't showed up... I hope them come soon; I was really looking forward to seeing them again." The distressed singer let out a quiet groan as he leaned back in his comfortable chair and rested his head on the top of the sofa he was sitting on. Harry stared up at the pure white ceiling and closed his eyes, remembering their appearance, laughs, smiles, voices, and every subtle detail so that he would effortlessly identify them when the true girls showed up. When he opened his eyes again and took a glimpse at his friends, he wished they would arrive soon, no matter how cheesy it sounded.

[breeze']

Mickey;;

Mickey laughed along with her friends; her high pitched laugh almost sounds like bells as it jingled softly. She looked over at Tori- and watched as her friend softly stroked the mustache; this set her off into another fit of giggles! It was quite a surprise to watch a teenage girl stroking the ferret like mustache on her face... Mickey looked down upon herself and she was wearing a lovely white shirt with two of the buttons undone- her bra not on show quite yet. If it wasn't for the big bushy eyebrows stuck too her face she would feel like a slut- but she couldn't feel like a slut when she had equal too a ferret on her face- a mono-brow was defiantly fetching. On her bottom she was wearing suit trousers; wearing loafers on her feet. She was not really bothered about clothes but these certain shoes and trousers made her feel sick. The braces- suspenders, whatever you want to call them, were loose and she kept pinging them. Sure it hurt but for reason it was quite funny. Well anything was funny at this point; he was just high on adrenaline. She ran over to Tori and jumped onto her back- wrapping her skinny legs around Tori's thin waste, and hugging her chest. It was quite the sight too see too lady men were having a hug in the middle of a que to meet One Direction. ''Tori!'' She shouted in her friends ear with a giggle; squeezing her friend tighter. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked the length of Tori's face the mustache tickling her tongue. ''Awww who's a pretty Tori then!'' She cooed with a smile still wrapped around her friends back. It felt weird to have her hair out of her face for once; it was all slicked back so that a beanie positioned itself on her head. It made her look as if she had a pixie cut. Mickey kissed Tori's cheek then she decided they needed something to pass the time. ''Tho art beautiful!'' she laughed and then still sat on Tori's back she began- ''You insecure! Don't know what for! You turning heads when you walk through the do-o-o-r.'' She sang her voice holding some of her strong Irish accent. She waited for one of her friends to continue.

Louis;;

Louis jumped up and down in his seat bouncing like a kangaroo he sat next to Harry and God knows how many time the boys have told him to calm down. He couldn't. He felt like a bouncy ball on drugs! Wait! Do bouncy balls take drugs? They should! That would be amazing. ''Has Harreh got a little crush?'' Louis teased in a sing song voice before bashing his head on the table- hard. Why was he doing this? Well a group of 6 boys aged around 10 had just walked on stage; the one with a curly wig on looked great! He couldn't stop laughing- small tears began to fall out the edge of his eyes as the little curly gave a wink to them. Louis knew that it was highly inappropriate to do this but it was sooo funny! That's when he noticed that not all of the boys were well boys! HE WAS A GIRL! The 'Louis' was a girl;he could tell it was him from the suspenders; he did not wear suspenders that often! That is when he realized that he was wearing suspender right now... Oh. The Liam of the group had no hair and they even had a little Josh! Awww. This was the cutest thing ever. OH. MY. GOSH. The Niall had an accent. Louis almost died from the cuteness of it all; even though he was a girl! He had finally stopped laughing- but all of a sudden another round of laughs came upon him as his eyes set upon the Zayn of the group. His hair was like a meter up! Louis bashed his fist on the table in laughter at that monstrosity. At least something good came out of these auditions...

[enigma.]

Lanie Crystal Hills

Action; sitting/laughing
Mood; enlightened
With; the girls

-Long ago Lanie had taken to sitting on the ground, legs pulled tightly to her chest and arms wrapped around them. Standing there in the cold with these five girls she had somehow connected with was, actually okay with her. Which was saying something, but these girls had managed to get her out of her tightly glued shell. She was normally so shy, so closed up, but after just meeting the five girls she already had fallen in love with each of them, as friends of course. She laughed along with them, head tossed back. Her light, girly giggles made her outfit seem completely strange. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, moved away from her face and covered by her favorite fedora. She wore a plain white polo with a too big blazer sitting on her shoulders, a pair of khaki slacks covered her thin legs, and brown loafers on her feet. She certainly did look odd, especially with the french mustache over her lip. As Mickey busted out with song lyrics she was tossed into another fit of giggles, dropping her head between her knees to stifle them. When they subsided she brought her head back up. "Don't need makeup! To cover up! Being the way that you are is eno-o-ough!" She sang, moving her head side to side happily.
-She put her hands behind her and pushed herself up, using her hands to wipe the excess gravel and other debris from her butt. And suddenly the nerves hit her, she wrapped her hands around her waist, holding back whatever nervous hiccup would come along. They had gone to a One Direction concert, that was good. They had all dressed up like men, well that was weird but okay. And then the band looked for them, that was just a miracle. And now they were going to meet them, also good. But what if the boys just thought they were another group of girls pretending to be the people the boys were looking for? She shook her head, clearing the thoughts. She was a realist type of person, but at this point she was trying to remain optimistic. After all, you couldn't just forget six crazy girls dressed up as men. Could you? Of course not! It was nearly impossible to do!