Ƥιи Ƥαℓƨ ;; Limited Spots ;; S e m i-L i t e r a t e - Open

[*CLIFFJUMPER720*]

(Can I reserve the coffee shop guy? I'll getthe character form done ASAP)

[slccat]

(Can I reserve the coffee shop guy? I'll getthe character form done ASAP)

Alright, I will reserve you ;;

[stricklyspagetti]

(Yes!!! Finally!!)

[minho]

;; @ sweet tarts. yes, it would be swag if they had class together because then they could talk c: you could just add more to your starter post or make a new post or something i don't know. whatever floats your boat
i just read that starter so i suppose you could add she saw bentley there and totally ignored him because he's not cool
wow, i am mean to my characters. idk what i am saying just rambling okay bye
i'm stoked i finally get to role play with youuuu

[*CLIFFJUMPER720*]

Thank you for your patience

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| | J o e y
M i c h a e l s >

-Name-
Joey Stephen Michaels

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-Age-
17. Joey's birthday is 16 August.

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-Gender-
Male

~*~*~

-Personality-
Joey is a rather quiet character who seems to know his limits with the world. He likes to "go with the flow" rather than push peoples limits. He's intellectual and drinks too much coffee. At times he can be arrogant and when he has an opinion, the lets it out. He keeps to the sidelines mostly, only rarely coming into the light of social standings. He isn't one for violence, and is probably the only person he knows who doesn't play that particular genre of video game. He has many interests, especially music in which he listens to a lot of. Even with the disapproval of his parents, Joey listens to metal; mostly Bring Me The Horizon and Slipknot. He is also a drummer, though isn't currently in any bands. He is easily offended and takes everything on board, even if he doesn't show it. Much of the time, Joey turns to ignorance for help.;

~*~*~

-History-
Like many people, nothing really happened when Joey was a child. He had a nice family who raised him up with the right values and the sort of talents a man in this age must have. He'd never been out of his country, or ever been on a plane but he didn't mind; it only added to the list of things that he'd do when he leaves school. He learnt the drums and has longed to play in a band but his wishes have yet to be fulfilled.

~*~*~

-Crush-
N/A

~*~*~

-Girl/Boy Friend-
N/A

~*~*~

-Likes/Dislikes-

Likes

Dislikes

Metal Music

Country Music

V8 Supercars

Pre-1980 Cars

Coffee

Tea

Drums

Bagpipes

Spicy Food

Caesar Salad

Helping People

Criminals

~*~*~

-Aspirations-
Joey wants to be a lawyer and help the people who can't afford to support themselves legally. He wishes to have a wife and two kids; hopefully before he turns thirty.

~*~*~

-Other-
Explosions

[.Middy.]

Could you reserve me the art guy?)

[underland.]

alessandra t. jarmond - wearing - just waking up - alone - riding a bike to school - seventeen

aless woke up the same way she did every morning, mamè yelling get up in French and hearing the door creak open and a puppy she had named vodka come running in and jumping on her bed willing her to come to life. aless smiled and picked the small puppy up into her arms before sitting upright and giving it a kiss on the head. "Je suis debout! Allez, vodka, Soyons prêts." she yelled down to mamè as she walked, with the malinious puppy snug in her arms, to her closet. aless and the rest of her family would only speak French in their house and only used English when they had to. after aless finally found what she wanted to wear she set it out on the bed before picking up her iphone and looking at her kik, she had one message from the guy who she had been kiking ever since he asked. she thought for a minute about what to say, she decided not to care if he was asleep, bonjour monsieur, good morning. she sent as she put her phone beside her clothes and sat vodka on her bed sand telling him to stay. she kissed his head and went to her shower, which took her twenty minutes as she always brushed her out when it had conditioner in it. after she got out of the shower and dressed she moved back into her bathroom and put on some of her make up, she never liked the girls at school who carelessly just caked make up onto their faces. aless put her phone into her the back pocket of her shorts before she picked up vodka as she moved to leave the room and shut the door behind them. "A bientôt! vous aimer, de la vodka. Aimez-vous mamè!" she said as she stole a croissant from the fresh batch her mamè had just made before leaving the house and locking the door back before hopping onto her bike and riding to the school.

aless made it to school with twenty minutes to spare. she made sure her bike was securely locked to the bike holds outside of the school before she pulled the messenger bag out of the basket on the handle bars. she ran into the building and to her locker with a bright smile as she got the combination correct on the first try. she grabbed her books and brown leather bound notebook before stuffing them into her messenger bag and headed towards her first class today. American schools differed from the French schools she was used to but she was adjusting well. she smiled at the teacher as she walked by and received a polite one in return. she made her way to her seat and opened her notebook, it was ridden with schedules and drawings that she has had through the year. this notebook held everything from important things she had to attend, drawings from when she was bored, and notes she wrote about anything, everything was written in french. She looked up at her classmates around her, only a few really a boy<<Bentley>> and a few enemies and one friend of hers. pretty lonely and ghost like here. she looked back at her kik hoping that the boy from kik had messaged her back, but that seemed irrelevant and like it didn't happen, which he didn't her phone hadn't vibrated, no message. she frowned slightly and went back to writing in her notebook, the french words curling the ink onto the page.

<< translations; <mamè; grandmother, that's what we call ours, the French one c;> <Je suis debout! Allez, vodka, Soyons prêts.; I'm up! Come on, vodka, let's get ready. > <A bientôt! vous aimer, de la vodka. Aimez-vous mamè; Bye for now! love you, vodka. love you grandmother!

do you want bentley and aless to have first together? >>