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[littleghosthunter]

C A R T E R
L E E
B R E C K E N R I D G E
I looked up at westlie and sighed. I stood up brushing the dirt off my shorts. "I hope you get your dogs soon, i've got to go" I said softly before turning and walking away. I knew when i wasn't to intrude and i didn't want to be a third wheel, so i decided to leave. I grabbed my phone from my pocket plugging my head phones in, and turning on my music. I sighed slipping it into my pocket, and chewing on my lip. My grey eyes gazing at everything, and anything around me. But i remained in the park, i didn't have anywhere else to go. Sitting down on a bench i flipped so my head was hanging off the edge. My hair inches from the ground. And my legs dangled over the top, hanging there. I rested my hands on my stomach and looked up at the sky, well the best i could.

[underland.]

<<i'm going to make this place your home>>
<<westlie>><<eighteen>><<single>><<no crush>><<tagged-zoe>>
<< Westlie looked at Zoe with a awkward smile and laughed slightly. "I hope I didn't scare her off, and I don't need anything, do you? Do you mind if I sit?" Ge asked Zoe while removing his guitar from his back and setting it on the arm of the chair and rolling his shoulders quietly and smiling brightly when he heard the pop. "Maybe, when my dogs arrive, we could have our dogs meet? Just a suggestion." He shrugged quietly as he looked at his feet again, he felt the rush of anger subsiding into calmness as he thought about songs and lyrics and read in between the lines. Even though, he wanted to be a musician he took online courses in animal science and English language arts. He watched in his head as music videos played through his mind. "Sorry, zoned out for a moment there."

[Crazycookiemonster]

» » . LIVE AS IF YOU'LL DIE TODAY

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Seeing the awkward smile on his face I return it with a smile and a small laugh. "I don't think your that scary," I say resting my hand on Boss's head thinking it could be them. Most people disliked even being around Pitbulls especially here in the big apple with lots of dog fighting. My face slowly withdrew a bit of the happiness, my teeth slowly pulling my lip into my mouth, as memories of the first time we went to the pound start to pour into my head. Saddest sight I'd ever seen in my life, but Westlie had snapped me out of my depressing thought with his suggestion. "Yeah that sounds like fun, though I believe I would have to change," I say looking down at my pjs before taking a seat on the floor and patted the area next to me, "and I would have to ask which of my dogs you would like to meet as I have nine dogs," I was really reluctant to say that I had nine as it sometimes put off the wrong vibe. Though I wasn't sure why I kept talking, but i felt like I had to validate the reason I had nine dogs, "I mean only six of them are really mine, mine, but seven were rescues and six of them were fosters, but no one really wanted to adopt dogs that had been in the dog fights, so we kept them so they wold have a good full life. And were not hoarders we just like dogs and other animals as well...." I give him a childish smile, hoping he wasn't going to think that I was to crazy as most people did, but i was pretty sure that the fact that I was wearing pjs out in public would work against me

[cucumber]

Shirley smoothed her skirt down after sitting on the bench, and crossed her ankles, folding her hands in her lap. "I guess it takes patience. But every chapter you write is a new adventure. It's not like you're doing the same thing over and over." She sighed, watching a flock of pigeons pecking around a trash can. "Those paintings must be beautiful. There's so much hidden beauty waiting to be found in the city." She looked back over at Theo, making eye contact as she spoke. She hid it, but she was secretly admiring his eyes. How had she not noticed them before? The flecks of hazel all but sparkled in the sun. She drummed the fingers of her right hand along her lap as if she was playing the piano; she often listened to classical music to help her think, and the weirdest pieces tend to cram themselves into your mind.

Theo watched as she adjusted herself before sitting down. He nodded his head in understanding, he watched a squirrel run up the side of a thee, just to fall back down to the ground. "I think they're pretty," he said trying not to be self-centered,"there is a lot of beauty in this city, especially at night. It's hard to catch that essence inside a painting." He saw Shirley make eye contact, probably looking at his eyes, she hadn't really made eye contact before now. Theo looked back into her eyes, trying not to be obvious. The sun sparkled in them, making them look even more green, Theo softly smiled to her.

[trills]

"It's just yet another reason why I love living here." She looked down after a few seconds and brushed a stray blonde strand from her cheek as the wind picked up and blew bits of litter down the sidewalk. "So, what kind of people usually buy your art?" There was a great variety of people in the city, making it a wonderful place to sell anything. She was enjoying this little talk with Theo, discussing what they loved to do. She had planned to use her free day to write, of course, but she's much rather spend it in the company of a fellow artist.

[tobio]

[ recap? ]

[Brittle]

i finished my form yesterday...

[trills]

{ I'm so sorry! I'll have silhouettes. take a look at it when they have the chance. }

[cub;]

▋ 'When you cry?
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The blood in your veins is twenty below.

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▋ Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
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Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,

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▋ Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
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This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

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So for now take this down a notch, Crash my car through your window

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this is a tale of a lost little girl named Juliet who grew up in a demented and disturbed world. It all began in the large coastal city of Vancouver. There a small baby girl was born to her ever so loving mother Laela Belle Lockwood and protective father Sevan Antoine Durand. At 12:00 am on the dot of a cold December morning Juliet Soraya Durand was brought into the world as silent as could be. No screaming or crying besides her mother's own tears, both of them were astonished that she didn't make a sound. A few days later the newly expanded family returned from the hospital. As the lowered her into her crib they had never really taken a long look at their baby girl. She had striking grey eyes and platinum blonde hair with very fair skin; something not prominent in the family. Juliet was very unigue, she would never cry when she wanted anything but would find other ways to get her parent's attention. Two lovely years past when her parents decided to have another child. Juliet didn't want another baby in the house, she loved all the attention from her parents. She feared that her parents would not love her anymore like any other child in that situation. Morgan Alexander Durand was born a summer baby with blue eyes like the sky. Her mother would not hesitate to show him off to anyone who she met. You know about all of those happy endings when both children end up loving each other and both get the attention? well not this time. From then on Juliet became distant from her parents and never liked Morgan. When her parents gave attention to her it was for only a small amount of time and didn't mean much. Over the course of the years it became better but her mother would always favor Morgan. Sevan became less involved in the family since his job was so far away but was the primary source of money in the household. Juliet grew up in a small school district, as well as her brother. She was always teased because she was extremely skinny naturally. By the age of 13 Juliet accepted the fact she was sort of an outcast because she would dye her hair, got her lip pierced, and listened to different music. At the moment Juliet is seventeen years old and has grown into her own body. For her own sake it was a self esteem booster. So now that you know about her past you might want to know what's going on in her head. Juliet is one of those innocent girls that sit and observes the world, she couldn't pay attention to something to save her life though. She is not one of those people who will go over to you and strike up a conversation but the one you would go to. At first she may seemed closed off but as you gain her trust that book will slowly start to open. Some hobbies of hers include singing and playing guitar and writing which she keeps in a small journal under her mattress. Her dream is to become a famous singer, but her stage fright has been quite a deterrent. Oh and I almost forgot about the lovely relationship problems, that everybody seems to have. She has one of those people pleasing personalities that is perfect for players, jerks, and etc. She might classify herself as a hopeless romantic on the inside but on the outside she does a good job at covering up. Juliet does not exactly have a defined style but she would classify herself as grunge, indie, or boho. Very urban looking clothing but also there is a different chilled and comfortable side to her styles. She loves wearing leggings and big sweatshirts all seasons long even summer. Sooo that is pretty much all about her and I hope you enjoyed

[xzaos]

(yay someone new so i can roleplay now!)