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[rhiannon.]

▸ christopher 'chris' elliott
▸ 18
▸ wearing

Chris nodded. "I see." He nodded a lot; he only noticed just now. Chris smiled when she said she wasn't peeking; she was, but he'd let her have that. His stomach growled, but then again, he was always hungry. "I'm hungry." He looked out the window to see if anything was in sight. Not really. "Wanna go get some food? I'll tell the cashier what you want if you don't want to talk." He offered, thinking subway sounded good. He stood up, and turned his back to her. He slid on his Vans he had been wearing earlier, and then walked to the mirror. His hair was sort of messy, but it wasn't like Angelina Jolie was gonna be at Subway. He left it. He walked over to Hazel, and waited for her to get up. He was pretty much gonna make her go somehow, he was going to help her with this anxiety thing.

[B r o k e n;]

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Ｈａｚｅｌ Ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ

◄Haze|Ms. Anxious|Seventeen|Female|Wearing►

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Hazel felt a little relieved when Chris didn't argue with her about whether she was peeking at him or not. Thank God. She thought before blinked as she heard his stomach growl, which made her realize how hungry she was. She didn't really eat much and she hadn't ate ever since her and Noah left the airport. Which was... well more than half a day, she couldn't be bothered to do the maths today.
The girl was slightly surprised when Chris offered her to go with him, not many people enjoyed going out with her because she would act 'weird' and scared. Actually she hadn't been out with anyone in half a year or so, and the last time she actually did go out was for her birthday with Noah and his now-ex girlfriend. Noah's girlfriend broke up with him because of Hazel. Noah always denied that, but Hazel heard her loud and clear saying she freaked her out with the no-talking and just staring thing. "Uh...." she began, unsure of what to say. She was more than sure that if she did go out and didn't speak at all people would be staring and she would probably embarrass Chris.

Looking up at him, a loud sigh escaped her lips. "You probably wouldn't want me going out anywhere with you. I'd embarrass you with my weirdness." she said, standing up and starting to walk past him. "Plus. When I go out and there's a lot of people around I freak out. Then they stare. Then they ask questions. Then they shout things. And I don't like that." she added, biting her lip again. She really needed to stop doing that.

[minho]

;;hey!! just wanted you guys to know i havent ditched this role-play but ive been busy with packing and all that craptastic stuff. after i am done packing, i'll work on replies. expect replies within this hour. c:
;; crap had to help move things into my brother's room. i'll be gone for a week! however, the place i am going to is bound to have internet. on the car trip there, i will be typing out replies and posting them when i've got the internet.

[minho]

{ｔｉｍｏｔｈｙ ｄａｒｒｅｎｗｅｓｔ }

the blonde had been expecting one of those overrated stories - the ones you only read about in books, watch on tv, or listen to when others are looking for pity. leda's story, life story, grabbed timothy's attention until the end. there was loads to think about, to ponder over how sucky that must have been for her. watching your mother die slowly in front of you? moving away from your home country? living with your grandmother? well, yeah, that would have caused some major depression on her part. the copper eyed teen couldn't imagine losing his mom (even if he swore she was having an affair). the woman gave birth to him, fed him, clothed him, and loved him. plus, timothy didn't like his grandparents that much. they were strict, too religious, and forced their religion on you and their opinions.

he slipped off the bed and threw the pillows back onto the mattress, not stopping to fix the blankets that were now wrinkled and falling off onto the side. the paranoid teen kicked his suitcase under the bed and leaned against the door that led out into the hallways. if anyone tried to enter their room, they'd have to push with all their might. it'd be better if he had locked it...but that could have posed a threat and be creepy on his part...maybe more than awkward for the both of them. timothy brought his hands up and nestled them behind his head, his legs kicked out and his back facing up against the door. "Yeah, I can see how that can cause depression. Have you tried any pills for that? Seen a therapist or something? Talk about it with friends? Did you turn to self harm?" his eyebrows raised, a look that had no emotion - showed no sympathy or pity. the last thing leda needed was someone to feel bad for her. she probably just needed to talk to someone about it and timothy was the guy for that.

;;omg guys you didn't have to quit role-playing while i was gone
aw you're all so sweet.

[aura-]

ⓚⓐⓘⓣ ⓢⓣⓐⓡⓡ

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Kait nodded "Doesn't matter, i guess we could leave. I don't want to stay in this hell hole any longer" she said simply and put her hands in her sweatshirt pocket where her phone was. She started to walked to the door and she added "Anywhere is fine with me. we can just wander around town till we find something i guess" and she opened the door and held it open by the bottom with her foot, waiting for him to leave. she didn't know this kid, so how was she suppose to knoe where he wanted to eat. But i'm sure he is thinking the same thing. Kait is a vegitarian and rarely eats. when she is hungry she will go to her fridge and if she sees something she likes, she eats if. And if not, well, she doesn't eat. She has learned that her hunger will just go away. It happens offten and it doesn't bother her. So if she doesn't find anything that appeals to her, she won't eat. She has learned to live with it. 'The hunger will slowly go away'

[minho]

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ryleigh may keating
seventeen. ms. suicidal
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.Ｔｈｅ ｂｒｏｋｅｎ ｃｌｏｃｋ ｉｓ ａ ｃｏｍｆｏｒｔ,
ｉｔ ｈｅｌｐｓ ｍｅ ｓｌｅｅｐ ｔｏｎｉｇｈｔ
Ｍａｙｂｅ ｉｔ ｃａｎ ｓｔｏｐ ｔｏｍｏｒｒｏｗ
ｆｒｏｍ ｓｔｅａｌｉｎｇ ａｌｌ ｍｙ ｔｉｍｅ
Ｉ ａｍ ｈｅｒｅ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ
ｔｈｏｕｇｈ ｉ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｈａｖｅ ｍｙ ｄｏｕｂｔｓ
Ｉ ａｍ ｄａｍａｇｅｄ ａｔ ｂｅｓｔ, ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ'ｖｅ
ａｌｒｅａｄｙ ｆｉｇｕｒｅｄ ｏｕｔ




loud, talkactive
understanding, kind.

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{ryleigh may keating }

so far there was only one adjective that really suited marcus. and, most guys didn't enjoy being called it, they preferred something more masculine to fill their egos or feel...manly. but, in ryleigh's utmost opinion, she'd have to say marcus was adorable. the kind of guy you'd just wanna hug and hang with. he wasn't self conceited nor flirty. he was hyper and altogether cute! aw! it took all of ryleigh's willpower not to hug him. seriously, he was that adorable. he'd make for a best guy friend. yeah, marcus was that kind of dude. and, well, of course her thoughts were disrupted by her phone singing a nice song - i swear this time i mean it by mayday parade. what a chill band, she so had to listen to the full song later. however, the ringtone was cut short; ry needed to check the text. it was rude not to respond or look at the message.

after reading the question, she wasn't given enough time to type a reply out before marcus was dragging her along with him. oh, well, he answered for her - that was great. though, she didn't have much to complain about granted she enjoyed chuck e cheese - especially the ballpit! oh, that was the best feature it had to offer. along with the games, tokens, and hungry, hungry hippos. her phone went off once again but she was faster this time and checked the message. if marcus ever wanted to talk, he'd probably be as talkactive as ryleigh. ah, that would make great friends. "I accept this challenge." ryleigh told marcus with a thumbs up, totally ready to order some pizza, hot wings, and some drinks. wait, what did he want to drink? nah, she'd surprise him. "Excuse me, good sir. I'd like a large pepperoni pizza? Pepperoni? Yeah, pepperoni. Most people like that, it's pretty normal for people to like that, yeah? Yes. Okay, and a thing of hot wings, and two...Cherry Coke drinks. Once you've got all that stuff, you can put it on that table over there." ryleigh pointed to a booth in the corner, close to where most of the games were...and the ballpit. she had read the text about the games and decided she'd made marcus happy and get a seat close to them. pft, that's right, that's what people called thinking outside the bun box.

[Self Destruction]

Shane Spire Castel
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mr. self hate | Male | Eighteen
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I nodded slightly happy that she wanted to go anywhere but here, I was the same I wanted to spend as less time in here as I could but I couldn't help but think I would be in here a lot just a hunch though.
I watched her get up and walk to the door continuing to hold it open with her foot, I got up from the bed and pulled down on my sleeves so they overlapped my hands before making my way outside into the corridor.
I nodded "That sounds good." I said agreeing to just wondering around the place we are bound to come across something that looks decent before we starve to death "Sounds good." I muttered to myself again

[Stankinator]

Leda B.
Wearing: X
With: Timothy
Mood: Upset

Leda shrugged, "Don't really have any friends. Had one but he moved. Therapist just make me feel bad. And the pills make less hungry." Leda didn't answer the self harm because she didn't want to lie. Lying wasn't really her thing, it made her feel bad. Her dad lied, about practically everything. Then again that might because he was drunk most of the time. Leda started to play with the tips of her hair that was over her shoulder. Leda crossed her other arm over her stomach, making sure not to press to hard because their was some cuts there to. Leda hated the fact that she had depression, which made her cut. Cutting scared her, but the scars showed that she was slowly healing. Quickly glancing at Timothy the girl noticed he had a careless look one his face. Which made her feel unimportant. It made her want to leave the room but realizing she couldn't really leave because the door was being blocked. But then again Leda didn't want him to feel bad for her. She thought that she was a a monster, something taking up space. Something that could be deleted from this world with just one simple cut. But for some reason, Leda had always stopped herself from cutting. Always scared of what she was going to so in the after life. She didn't want to be afraid to die yet she was. Leda sighed, "I'm kinda thirsty..." It was random, but it was also something to move on from the sensitive situation. She looked at the boy this time, looking at all of his body features. Like how his hair kinda curled at the end and how he looked like he could turn on you any minute. Leda kinda felt intimidated by the boy, she was small and he was so confident and careless looking. Even though she knew he probably wasn't. But eh, Leda felt intimidated by a fly so that kinda explains things.

[Stankinator]

.: I edited my post, made it bigger. Didn't know if it was too small for you. I'm terribly sorry if it was. :.