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[Cruze.]

If no one joins by today I'll make the last guy and we can start.
bump.

[cygnenoire.]

bump.

[wonderlandwolf]

bump.

[cygnenoire.]

bump;
sorry if it's spamming, i just really want to start c:

[Cruze.]

w i l l i a m .

⋙[ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ] [ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ sᴇᴠᴇɴ ] [ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ] [ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴏɴᴇ ]⋘

It had been a long two hours for Will since he woke up. It was normal for him to wake up around six in the morning, but it didn't generally feel as long as it did on this morning, it was probably because he was constantly thinking of the wedding, and how he was only excited for the reception. After a quick seconds thought he then realized a place with a bunch of young adults, all dressed up, and dancing like maniacs. Also the added thought of someone hiding a knife in their hair or shoe didn't make him and more comfortable with the idea of going.

Finally Will got the since to make some for of breakfast for him and his wife, Genevieve . Will yawned a little as he started to open the fridge and look through it, lifting one side of his lip in an almost disgusted way he closed it and moved on to a cupboard opening it and tilting his head. He started to hum a little, to no song in particular, just humming. He found some potatoes and then nodded, grabbing a few of them and then getting some oil.

With a soft yawn Will grabbed a knife and started to play with it some in his hand. He smiled warmly, remembering his days back in the CIA. He smiled faintly as he started to cut up a potato, the memories of some fights popped into his mind, but he quickly pushed them out of his mind as he felt something behind him. Turning around he saw nothing. Taking a deep breath he changed his grip on the knife and then looked out the kitchen window. All he saw was a young girl walking her dog.

With a shrug his shoulders he walked back to the potatoes and finished cutting them up. Reaching down he grabbed a pan and then poured a small amount of oil in it and then added the potatoes to make some hash browns. Here and there he added some herbs and things to flavor it.

b l a k e.

⋙[ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ ] [ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ sɪx ] [ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ] [ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ]⋘

Green, red, purple, and blue shining lines flashed back and fourth in the darkness. Figures were smudged in the darkness. A wide eyes, dirty blonde haired guy stood watching as the deathly beams barely missed him and he ran out of the way. Little did he know he was running right into a guy with a black robe. His face was red with black painted on it and then he had spikes on his head. Mint green eyes grew wide. "Gah!" lips cried as they opened up. By instinct his hands went up and he felt something enter his hand as he pushed the button and a blue beam shined out from it and then in front of him a red one appeared out of no where he the two collided creating a 'wosh, cushhhh' sound as they collided. Blake then looked down to see there was something going right through his gut. Right before Blake had a chance to know what was happening he jerked awake, his head barely missing the wooden beam that was above his bed.
Blake shook his head and then he made an almost annoyed face. "That was a good dream too..." he mumbled to himself before looking over seeing the girl whom he was married to for the past four years. He cursed softly to himself and looked back to Clara, 'Hope I didn't wake her...' he thought quietly and bit his lip softly. His mint green eyes looked down at his feet and he ran his hand through his dirty blond hair. Blake's hand rested on his face, pulling his lip down a little and his eyes looked around the room as he let out a small groan. After a few minutes Blake pulled himself off his butt and onto his feet. He looked down at his current attire that included on his sweats. He felt the cold chill from the morning air come through the bedroom window and attack his bare skin and he grumbled and scurried out of his bedroom to get away form the cool breeze.
A six foot one inch and three fourths male walked down the stairs of the Sandow household, his bare feet happily stepped against the plush carpet. A soft hazed look in his facial expression looked around the, for now, quite house. He walked into the kitchen and then looked around a little before he finally used his arm to reach up and grab a glass. He set it down on the counter and then went to the fridge to grab the orange juice. He slowly poured int into the glass, watching it slowly wave back and fourth like it would in a commercial.
When the glass was full he looked around for anyone and the he waterfalled some of the orange juice into his mouth and then quickly closed the lid and put it into the fridge again. Grabbing his glass he went and sat down on the counter and drank some of the orange liquid. Blake was thinking endlessly about nothing in particular, just random things here and there as he drank the beverage.

[[There is a post for Will. I'm working on Blakes... and I'll format this a little better later... Haha, sorry. I was just trying to get a post up... We can start with them all going off to a mutual friends wedding and then all the jazz will start.]]

[wonderlandwolf]

Hearing footsteps fade away, Clara opened one, brown eye as a small smirk formed upon
her mouth. A few, quiet moments after, Clara gave a small sigh, uncurling herself from her
ball-like sleeping position as she slowly sat up. Down at the foot of the bed, a siberian husky
happily jerked his head up, looking at Clara as the large dog gave a high pitched whine.
Watching the odd patterned husky, the brunette leaned over as she gave a long rub to his
head, slightly mussing his fur as Ashwick sat up. Blinking her amber hued eyes, Clara gave
a silent grunt, sliding herself off the edge of the bed as her bare feet hit the floor. As
Ashwick leaped down to meet her, Clara began to walk to the kitchen, her body and mind
quickly adjusting to the sudden awaken. Something Clara had to learn when she worked for
the CIA, and it stuck with her.

Taking the ponytail out of her hair, her brown locks flew down as she walked into the kitchen.
"Morning," Clara said in a calm and joyous tone, immediately making her way to the cupboard
above the microwave. Easily grabbing ahold of a white kettle, Clara brought down a small,
white cup along with it. Continuing to scavenge around for her leaves and supplies, Ashwick
soon joined her, his long nails clicking against the flooring.

ᴄ ʟ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ
ᴏ s ᴡ ɪ ɴ
ᴏ s ᴡ ᴀ ʟ ᴅ

❝sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ｃｌａｒａ,
ɪᴅᴇᴀs ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ sᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ,
ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ｏｎ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ,
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ.❞

ʟᴏᴏᴋs: ✘
ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: calm
ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ:
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: home :: kitchen

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{ There's only three of us, should we move this to the invite only section?

Oh, also, I am guessing the two former spies/agents are old partners, or not?

And sorry for the laziness, there's been a lot going on in the YouTube community, and I am trying not to burst into tears cx }

[cygnenoire.]

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Ｇｅｎｅｖｉｅｖｅ Ｊ. Ｄｅｌｍｏｒｅ
twenty-seven ; married to william ; the posh journalist

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________Genevieve woke up, later than usual. Staying late at work to finish reviewing the last batch of the town's local newspaper. She wondered why she didn't aim an internship at a more established newspaper company; like the New York Times, but really didn't mind that she didn't. Staying up until three in the morning really took a toll her sleep, but it was her job as editor. She rubbed her eyes, covering her mouth as she released a small, kitten-like yawn. Looking at the opposite side of the bed, she had noticed that her husband wasn't there. "William?" She said in a whisper-like tone before climbing out of their bed.

________Genevieve grabbed her ivory-colored silk robe and covered up her champagne-colored nightgown. She looked at the clock, realizing that it was already eight am. She would've been late, but luckily cancelled work today because of their friend's wedding and just for her own sake. She walked over to their kitchen, where she assumed that's where he is. Going around the corner, her lips curled into a smile, seeing her husband fixing them up some breakfast. She watched him, hiding a bit behind the door silently, as he played with a knife. She always wondered how he could do that. Maybe a family friend was a chef and taught him that in his teenage years? Her eyes brightened as she saw him grip his knife a bit and turn around.

________Genevieve always questioned why he was always so alert, but respected his privacy enough to not ask. The green eyed girl finally stepped out of the shadows and into the light of their kitchen, coming from the big windows. "Good morning. Up early, again?" She gave him a bright smile, walking over and wrapping her arms around him, then gave William a soft kiss on his cheek. "What are you cooking up, mister? You better not make a mess." The brown haired girl said with a little faint giggle.