Kidnapped....(Open and Accepting!)

[pika.girl]

Andrea sat next to Max.

[awesomeradical34]

guess whos back )
Naja was chipping at the wall with a rusty nail humming some stupid song from her childhood, now understanding what it meant, she was too ashamed to talk to anyone.

[type.]

Ava Young

A Sneak Peek

Name: "Hi.. um, i'm Ava Young."
Nickname: "Av, otherwise just.. mean names from bullies.."
Gender: "Female.."
Age: "I'm uh, 17. My birthday is on.. on F-February 18th.."
Height: "Quite short.."
Weight: "N-n-normal."

What do you see?

Hair: "Red."
Eyes: "Deep blue."
Skin: Pale.. very pale.."
Tops: "Depends.."
Bottoms: "Depends.."
Shoes: "Depends.."
Tattoos: "No."
Piercings: "No."
Accessories: "Depends.."

Digging Deeper

Personality: "Shy, Quiet, Loving, Sweet, Blushes Easy, Kind, Anxious, Scared, Unhappy, Creative, Artistic, Needs Someone.."
History: "Well.. I was born with a father in war, and my mother died from blood-loss when she had me.. I stayed with Police until we got a letter that my father died. I went to an orphanage, a bad one, and stayed there until I was 11. I had it. It was middle school, and everyone made fun of me for being an orphan. I ran away and lived on the streets, scavenging for food and money. I sold paintings, drawings, sketches.. all of that sort of thing. Until one day when I was 16, I was kidnapped and brought here.. i've lived a year here now and let me tell you, it is much worse than an orphanage. I really need someone.. a friend, a love, a pet.. anything. Because I have nothing but pain and fright now. And I really want to feel.. to feel.. h-h-ha-hap-happy.. again."

Love me, or love me not?

Crush: "."
BF/GF: ".."
Husband/Wife: "..."
Children: "...."
Orientation: "Bisexual.."

[pika.girl]

{wow...this has died...}

[beautiful disaster.]

Dylan looked at him. "That's my corner." she said, crawling over next to him.

Collin
"We can share it." Collin said to Dylan smiling softly and playfully. He looked into her pretty eyes and wished the situation was different. because he knew it would be easy for him to catch feelings for her.

[pika.girl]

Dylan smiled and nodded. "Alright..." she said softly, moving her cold body next to his. She wished the situation was different, because she could easily fall for him.

[type.]

Ava Young

A Sneak Peek

Name: "Hi.. um, i'm Ava Young."
Nickname: "Av, otherwise just.. mean names from bullies.."
Gender: "Female.."
Age: "I'm uh, 17. My birthday is on.. on F-February 18th.."
Height: "Quite short.."
Weight: "N-n-normal."

What do you see?

Hair: "Red."
Eyes: "Deep blue."
Skin: Pale.. very pale.."
Tops: "Depends.."
Bottoms: "Depends.."
Shoes: "Depends.."
Tattoos: "No."
Piercings: "No."
Accessories: "Depends.."

Digging Deeper

Personality: "Shy, Quiet, Loving, Sweet, Blushes Easy, Kind, Anxious, Scared, Unhappy, Creative, Artistic, Needs Someone.."
History: "Well.. I was born with a father in war, and my mother died from blood-loss when she had me.. I stayed with Police until we got a letter that my father died. I went to an orphanage, a bad one, and stayed there until I was 11. I had it. It was middle school, and everyone made fun of me for being an orphan. I ran away and lived on the streets, scavenging for food and money. I sold paintings, drawings, sketches.. all of that sort of thing. Until one day when I was 16, I was kidnapped and brought here.. i've lived a year here now and let me tell you, it is much worse than an orphanage. I really need someone.. a friend, a love, a pet.. anything. Because I have nothing but pain and fright now. And I really want to feel.. to feel.. h-h-ha-hap-happy.. again."

Love me, or love me not?

Crush: "."
BF/GF: ".."
Husband/Wife: "..."
Children: "...."
Orientation: "Bisexual.."

[.m i n y o o n g i]

Accepted)

[type.]

{Thank you. Anywhere I can jump in..? >.<}

[Skyless]

Max sighed "alright" he said softly. He heard what Weston said and narrowed his eyes "so he thinks that's it huh?" He muttered to himself "well he is so wrong" he muttered and walked into the cell without looking at anyone and walked to the back of it and leaned against the wall. His bangs covered his eyes so no one could see that they were filled with fear.

Coral looked at all of them. "Chris?" She said, waiting for him to talk. Weston sat a little ways off. Coral looked at him. She sighed. "Kom hit Det er greit .. Promise" She said in Norwegian.
(Come here It's okay, Promise)

Weston looked up, clearly surprised. "Jeg er litt redd, jeg stoler på deg" He said, going and sitting next to her.(I am a little scared, I trust you)