ｐａｓｓｉｎｇ ｎｏｔｅｓ|| Semi-it|| CLOSED

[rhiannon.]

Ethan saw the small set up and was slightly caught off guard. He swam calmly to shore, and slowly stood up in the water. It dripped down his chiseled body, and the sun gave it a glimmer. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair, and squinted his green eyes. "I'm going to join you if you don't mind." With that, he approached the small fridge. He leaned over, water dripping on his face. He pulled out a Dr.Pepper, and cracked it open with a sizzling sound. He took a sip, the cold feeling taking him a bit by surprise. He sat next to Logan on the futon, and watched the lake. He then turned to her. "So, how long have you lived here? I don't think I've seen you much. Unless I've been totally oblivious for all these years."

[underland.]

<<mason gray shea>>
<<cheerleader - nineteen - sad, confident -wearing>>
<<mason looked over at Ben and sighed. "My b-brother has been d-dead for thirteen years. He died when I was six, but when I w-was growing up he a-always took me t-to his lacrosse games when he was h-home... And I'm n-named after him, I-I had m-my parents have my name ch-changed. Sh*t, I'm crying." She said as she wiped her eyes, finally noticing she was stuttering and crying. She looked back at him and looked at her bag silently, the book made her think of Mason and everything else about him. She leaned her head against the wall and breathed in and out slightly. It felt hard for her to breath, so she tried her hardest to breathe. She sighed slightly before looking back at the her messenger bag. "My life has been like this for thirteen years now, though I may have been young I was very attached to him, he kept me sane when I felt I was going insane..." She said in a nearly inaudible voice, still shocked she was telling him this. "If you tell anyone about my panic attacks and crying, I will get you..." Mason croaked with a light laugh as she noticed it barely sounded threatening at all in the moment but he probably got the memo.

[narnie]

Logan smirked, "Go ahead." She took a long swig of her mountain dew and when the last drop was gone she tossed the can into a barrel near a different trees. "Whoaaaa, I made it!" She threw her arms in the air and stood up, twirling in a circle as if it had been some large victory. There was meaning to the happiness she had, but never a day went by that she threw the thought to the back of her mind, trying not to remember the times at the small fort like area. With the old futon and the sodas by the lake. She sat back down and looked at Ethan, "I came her recently. A little bit into the senior year. I never stay long. Never a reason." Her amber eyes avoiding looking at his stomach that had a clearly visible six pack and his.. almost perfect body. With a mental slap to the face she looked at his face and then out to the pretty lake.

[dionaea]

I'm in the car on my phone so posts will be short and ridden with autocorrect mistakes. Where can I bring Dean in?

[rhiannon.]

Ethan didn't notice her trying to look. "So you just come out here by yourself?" He asked her, raising an eyebrow slightly. He couldn't think of a reason to do so other than venting. But then again, she just said she didn't have one. He brought the cool metal can to his lips, taking one long chug of it, and finishing it. He put it between his hands, and crushed it with fair ease. He tossed the crushed can, over Logan's head, and it landed directly in the barrel. He smirked at Logan. "The usual." He laughed a little.

[RedAteTheKitty]

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[RedAteTheKitty]

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[christine,]

ᴰᴬᴺᶜᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ ˁᴵᴺᴳᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴬ ᵂᴬʸ ᴼᶠ ᴸᴵᶠᴱ˒ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴬᴺ ᴬᴿᵀ

name;; James Aaron Kelly
gender;; Male
age;; 17

James can only be discribed as different. Sure, he can be discribed as 'good looking', but gets slightly offended when people call him 'hot' or 'sexy', or anything of the sort. Brown hair that's spiked, honey brown eyes, clear complexion. Anything any guy would want for in looks. But basically, James doesn't care. Looks are, on a scale of one to ten, a three on a scale of importance. That doesn't mean that he's not clean. He takes good care of himself, hence the in-shape body and no fat whatsoever. He has one tattoo, on his wrist. He wanted to show his undying love for music and the arts, so why not forever leave it on your skin? That's really the only tattoo he wants, though. Through the experience of getting the stupid thing, he has gotten a slight grudge against needles.

James is a big-name fun-loving guy that loves to stand out like a sore thumb. He's part of the football team, and likes to make a statement with everything he does, but like to do it subtly. He tends to be a nicer type of jock, that being not as cruel as the others. Just as jocks are, he can't be perfect, and tends to put people down without him actually knowing it. Really, is just as insecure and scared as almost all bullies are made out to be. He wants to make friends, friends that he can keep.

James grew up in a small three-bedroom home in Ohio with his sister, Stefanie, and mother, Joanne. Growing up without a father was tough on him, because he had to get a job to keep supporting the family at a coffee shop. He currently has a puppy, Eskel, and an old cat, Charlie.

faceclaim- Aaron Tveit.
I do not own any of these photos. They are owned by their rightful owners.

[underland.]

Bump. >>

[narnie]

>> accepted, just post and if someone's open you can talk to them. I think we have too many guys so I might make a new girl <<