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xxxxxDiana stepped inside, smiling at his kind gesture. She waited for him to follow and then replied to him; "Wonderful idea." She hoped she wouldn't freeze up again. She ran out fingerings with four fingers on her palm, another nervous tick, but one that wasn't very conspicuous. "Let's start here. Siblings, do you have any?" She said, hoping to start the conversation off well. She had gone to school with Quentin for so long, it was strange that they hadn't spoken much until now.

{ I'm going to a fair for the day with my family, I'll be back this evening.

[l i o n.]

R O W A N.

{PRIM AND PROPER
THE CHARMING PRINCE OF FOOTBALL
THE BLINDLY LOYAL

ROWAN sat in stone cold silence, watching as Ashley left with that- that Ryder. Bitterness sparked in his chest and he exited the car for what seemed like the millionth time. Digging blindly in his pockets, he offered up about 15 dollars to Jason, unable to speak, afraid that his voice would fail him. "I-I'm sorry. I-I have to go." he whispered, his voice strained and horse. Leaving the money on the seat for her, Rowan took off blindly, heading out of the parking lot and down the street at a good run, heading for no where in particular. The football player kept running, his breathing even as more black blotches began to overtake his vision. At last, he stopped at the edges of the town park, his body dropping to the ground as he began to convulse in anger, unable to control his body.

[Kalisan]

Ryder McKnight
Nineteen ♠ Single ♠ w/ Ashley Jacobs
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Ryder Storm McKnight
Mood: Concerned
Crush: Ashley Jacobs
Girlfriend: N/A
Bestfriend: Ashley Jacobs
Location: Tour Bus
With: Ashley and the Band

Ryder walked behind Ashley as she moved onto the bus, keeping a steady hand on her waist in case she felt faint again. She moved slowly, eyes fixed on the floor of the bus. As she reached the first large couch, across from the booth where her notebook had sat earlier, he applied a gentle pressure to her arm, willing her down onto the seat. He turned back to the other guys behind him. "I think were ok here... Why don't you guys go grab some lunch." The guitarist and bassist nodded.

"Just call us if you need anything." The guitarist said, then they left. Matt grabbed Yogi's leash and took the excited dalmatian outside. Then they were alone.

Ryder turned his attention back to Ashley. "Feeling any better?" Without waiting for an answer, he drew his hand to the side of her face. Her skin was cool and still faintly clammy, but color was starting to return to her features. Ryder smiled. "You look better. Still beautiful... as always." He got up and moved towards the galley, found a cup and poured a glass of water. "I'm not sure... but I think you had a panic attack... I used to have them sometimes when I was little." He set the glass down on the table beside them then sat down next to Ashley, drawing her into his side. He slid one arm behind her back, drawing gentle circles on her opposite arm with his fingers. "Just take deep slow breathes... just focus on my voice... There you go... You had me so worried Ash."

[grizzly.]

♬ ａｓｈｌｅｙ ♬
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| ѕeventeen | ѕιngle | tagged : ryder |

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мood scared
crυѕн well uн...ryder
вeѕтғrιend ryder
wнere tour bus
wιтн ryder

Ashley felt relieved watched as everyone else, but Ryder, had left the bus, and focused on Ryder as he spoke. "Yeah, I do feel better...and I'm sorry Ryder...I just-I just didn't know what to do...I thought if I got away for a little bit everything would turn out to be just fine, but... She paused and looked at Ryder, her eyes glittering with new tears and her voice began to slightly shake. "But I couldn't...I felt so defenseless, so helpless...when you got there it felt alright, I felt safe and secure..." The girl added slowly, and shakily as a stray tear had slid down her cheek. She wrapped her arms around Ryder, pressing her face into the drummer's chest. "I'm sorry...for everything...for wandering off, for-for what happened earlier...I thought you had said you liked me, and I took it as you liked me more than a friend..but I guess I was wrong.." Ashley added, not moving her face from being burried in Ryder's chest so her voice was muffled..

[l i o n.]

R O W A N.

{PRIM AND PROPER
THE CHARMING PRINCE OF FOOTBALL
THE BLINDLY LOYAL

ROWAN sat in the park, the veins on his neck popping as he forced his body to stay still. The boy's lips were pursed in a thin, straight line, his whole body tensed. The boy sat alone, having been able to will his body to stand, finding a park bench. Rowan felt heat throbbing through his body and he fumbled, his fingers working again him as he tugged his jacket off, tossing it aside as he buried his head in his hands. It hurt more that she'd known he was going to black out, yet she'd left him anyways. Maybe it had been wrong to confide in her.

[Johnlock]

Mr. Top Model

Name:
You don't know who I am? Do you live under a rock? I am Kennedy James Carmichael, otherwise know as Ken, the hottest male model of the century. I've only been the face of three different colognes, Burberry's latest line, had a full spread in Vogue, and been all over the internet as the subject of numerous different fan pages. Now, tell me again that you don't know my name.
Age:
I am twenty years old. Yes, thats right. All this I've already accomplished, and I'm not even old enough to drink! Well, legally. I'll be twenty one in a few more months, and that will take care of that problem. Not that anyone really has a problem with me having a glass of champagne or two when I go to all those red carpet parties.
History:
I was born in Buffalo, New York in November of nineteen ninety-three. It's a good sized town, though not enough for me. My parents had some issues. I learned to sleep in the attic many nights: the harsh words yelled in the kitchen didn't make it all the way up there. Though they'd never admit it, the fighting was mainly over me. Dad wanted me playing baseball in the third grade; not posing for photographs. Mom said I was doing something that made me happy. Dad said I was doing something that would make me gay. The homophobic b*****d. I gave up modeling for a year when I was eleven and tried sports. Honestly, I was awful. Not that I don't have athletic ability. I work out nearly every day. Have to look good if you're going to be an international supermodel. But it appeased Dad for a while. I was bullied pretty badly in the sixth grade. Apparently being a rising male model was not the way to make friends in my school. In the seventh grade, Mom finally left Dad. We packed up her car and never looked back. I don't even talk to the man anymore. We went to New York City, where I was soon scouted by a top agent. By the age of fifteen, my career was just going up, up, up. And here I am now. A superstar.
Appearance:
I am six feet two inches. Very tall, yes. But average for a model. I have lean muscle, nothing too bulky. You don't want to be too big for runway shows, but at the same time if you're too thin you won't get catalogue jobs. I guess I've found the happy medium. My eyes are a blue-gray color, my hair a tousled pale brown. If you want more on how I look, theres countless photographs of me all over the world. Magazines, billboard, advertisements. Just look out your window.

face claim: louis tomlinson
form by Johnlock

[grizzly.]

((Accepted.))

[Johnlock]

(thank you! is there any characters available, or a way i could kind of jump in?)

[.:ЯαιивσωѴɛιиƨ:.]

{ Mine is >.< She has yet to have any social interaction with anyone because everyone was kind of busy when I made my first post so she's just in a random spot...As for how to jump in I don't really know what to say, I didn't know how to either >.>}

J o n a s . C a t h r y n .
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| S e v e n t e e n | S i n g l e | W i t h: ... |

Jonas closed her eyes and took a long last drag from the stub of a cigarette she held gently to her lips. She held it in for a moment or two, enjoying the feeling it gave and the silence around her, before breathing out the cloud in neat little rings. That brief moment of peace faded quickly though; A frown spread across her face as she opened her eyes and examined what was left in her hand. With a sigh she flicked the smoldering bud away from her and it landed off on the concrete somewhere nearby. Jonas was laying on her back along one of the front steps of the school, resting her head on her bag and her almost waist length black hair cascading around it. She was sitting close enough to the building that it would probably piss off a few officials, but far enough away that they couldn't do anything about. Her hand moved to her pocket then she cursed under her breath, "D*mn, empty already.." She crumpled the box and shoved it back in her pocket. "I just bought that this morning, I couldn't have gone through them that fast.." Jonas tried to tally off and see how she could've possibly smoked a whole pack already. Okay I really need to get this under control.. She thought, a thought she often had but never really acted upon. Another sigh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes again.



{{Well, I didn't really know what else to say but at least I have something now..}}

[Johnlock]

(ok! i'll just do this then. as you probably guessed, the girl he sees is jonas )

Kennedy "Ken" Carmichael
Ken walked down the sidewalk. No, walked isn't the appropriate word. The tall, handsome boy nearly strutted. Was it the model in him, or simply his "I'm hot and gonna work it" attitude that brought him to strut around town; it was a question with no answer. He breezed past passerby who whispered his name, looking up from the man in the clothing and fragrance ads in their magazines to see hime come to life as Ken walked by. A bright noise sounded from the back pocket of his two hundred dollar jeans. His cell phone. He slipped the thin phone out. Who was calling? A million names swept through his head. Realistically, it could be his agent, his mother, or a handful of different friends. In his head though, Ken imagined super celebrities and the Queen of England ringing him. He checked the name. As usual, it was his agent. He accepted the call, soon jabbering quickly and heatedly. He was so distracted by the phone call, he didn't realize he had turned the corner roughly two blocks before he should have. Nor did he comprehend that instead of rushing up the steps of the restaurant where he supposed to be meeting a rather important crowd of people, he was scaling upwards to a local high school. He stopped only when he was about to step on a girl who was laid out on the next step. To say Ken was startled by her presence would be an understatement. His phone leapt to the ground and a rather loud, vulgar word left his lips.