•The Fireflies of the City• (City Life RP, Not Accepting)

[the family business.]

~°|Jaiden|°~

Jaiden, Upon noticing the gaze of the guy she had been admiring lift up to meet hers, Felt a shy smile curl across her delicate features, "Hey there. Watcha' doin'?" She then inquired curiously, Cocking her head to the side adorably as she walked over to join him.

(Sure, I have no problems with that ^^)

[The_Slayer_Of_Tacos]

Just talking to my sister. She's really nervous about the city. We moved here just today. He sniffed,
Flipping his hair again.


Kristy shuffled down the streets, continuously getting texts from her brother and replying with the short 'shut up >:('

[the family business.]

~°|Jaiden|°~

Jaiden nodded, "I've been here for a while now actually." She chuckled, Adjusting her hair before turning back to him, "I'm Jaiden, You can call me Jai." She giggled, Holding her hand out for him to shake.

[The_Slayer_Of_Tacos]

Bryce shook her hand. I'm Bryce. Pleasure to meet you.

[þella]

♦Lydia Matthews♦
Seventeen - Straight - Single - Open
Lydia let out a quiet sigh, staring ahead as she rode along the sidewalk on her bike. She shivered a little as she pedaled, glancing up at a passing car. Lydia was one to get chilly easily, especially since she didn't weigh much. You see, the more fat that a person has, the more heat that their body creates, and well, the girl only weighed 114 pounds. Anyway, the point? She was cold. I think I may have a sweater in my bag, she realized. Lydia looked up, and realized that there were no cars nearby, so as she was crossing the street, she glanced down to open up the bag dangling from her handlebars. There were many things in there, but as much as she dug, she couldn't find her grey sweater. She stopped, putting her foot on the ground to stop and look some more. "I know it's in here," she mumbled, rummaging through the contents of the bag. Her head was down, and since the volume on her hearing aids was low, Lydia didn't notice or hear the car that was quickly advancing in her direction. It was coming toward her, and when she saw it, she was too shocked to move. The car was about a yard away now, and Lydia was frozen like a deer in the headlights.

♦Connor Worthy ♦
Seventeen - Straight - Single - Open
Connor was at the park, sitting on a swing and watching as children ran around playing tag. He was in somewhat of a good mood, seeing as he didn't have to interact with any people his age. He was a very shy and anti-social person, and the playground was one of the only places where he could get out without actually getting out. The boy sighed, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and scrolling through his social media. There wasn't much in his news feed because he only had a few friends, but at least it was something to pass the time. Still looking down at his phone, Connor pushed himself off of the swing and began to slowly walk down the sidewalk. Suddenly, he felt himself bump into a smaller figure. He looked up, and his cheeks went scarlet as he realized it was a girl. "Oh, s-sorry," he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as his gaze fell to the ground. Bumping into people was literally the thing he hated the most in this world. He felt his heartbeat quicken, but he tried to remain calm as he glanced at her.

[The_Slayer_Of_Tacos]

Kristy fell to the ground and looked up at Conner. Its alright. I'm Kristy, You are?

[þella]

♦Lydia Matthews♦
Seventeen - Straight - Single - Open
Lydia let out a quiet sigh, staring ahead as she rode along the sidewalk on her bike. She shivered a little as she pedaled, glancing up at a passing car. Lydia was one to get chilly easily, especially since she didn't weigh much. You see, the more fat that a person has, the more heat that their body creates, and well, the girl only weighed 114 pounds. Anyway, the point? She was cold. I think I may have a sweater in my bag, she realized. Lydia looked up, and realized that there were no cars nearby, so as she was crossing the street, she glanced down to open up the bag dangling from her handlebars. There were many things in there, but as much as she dug, she couldn't find her grey sweater. She stopped, putting her foot on the ground to stop and look some more. "I know it's in here," she mumbled, rummaging through the contents of the bag. Her head was down, and since the volume on her hearing aids was low, Lydia didn't notice or hear the car that was quickly advancing in her direction. It was coming toward her, and when she saw it, she was too shocked to move. The car was about a yard away now, and Lydia was frozen like a deer in the headlights.

♦Connor Worthy ♦
Seventeen - Straight - Single - Kristy
Connor looked down at the girl, slightly confused. He had knocked her on the ground and she seemed to be perfectly okay with it. He stuttered, but no actual words managed to come out. Help her up, you idiot. Connor bent down slightly, offering the girl a hand. "My name is Connor," It came out as a whisper, so he said it again, but louder. "M-my name is Connor," he said, helping her up and then stepping back a bit. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable. "Uh, are you okay?" he asked quietly, returning to his shy self as he pulled the sleeves of his sweater over his wrists.

[the family business.]

~°|Jaiden|°~

Jaiden smiled at him, A shy, Friendly smile. "It's nice to meet you, Bryce." She giggled, Shaking his hand before pulling hers back, Blushing slightly.

(Is the car supposed to be Jonah's?)

[þella]

((No, I just figured he could see what was happening, unless you want it to be his car...

[:Joey:]

Well, my name is Quinn, but my nickname is Harley, yeah, yeah, parents were a huge Harley-Quinn fan when I was born, my entire room was friggin' Harley Quinn and the Joker.
I'm eighteen years old and currently unemployed, which of course isn't that much of a problem in my opinion, it gives me more time to myself in my room where I can paint.
Yeah, my hobbies are art and playing piano and violin, can't help it, I'm pretty good at each I suppose, I particularly adore henna tattoos, though.
I usually am covered in them just from when I get bored and my insomnia kicks in.
Anyway...I live with my uncle and aunt now, which explains why my room walls are not covered in paintings yet, right? Give me two weeks....
I am 5'6, average height, I suppose, but I am short compared to most guys...
Weighing in at 107 lbs, I am kinda thin...Okay, maybe really thin... But it shows off my collarbones and that's really the only thing I've got going for me, okay?
With olive-toned skin, I am naturally tan, though I never go outside, anymore, unless I need inspiration for my drawings, then I'll go to a very old bookstore or the woods...
My eyes are wide and almond-shaped, framed with thick dark lashes that match the tone of my long thick wavy hair, which pretty much falls down to my lower back now.
No, I don't have any friends, but really, guess it's not that big of a deal since I'm new and I'm socially awkward...
Fears? Nothing, really... But allergies? Peanuts, I have a severe peanut allergy, throat and tongue swell up, life-threatening, yadda-yadda...
Oh, body mods? I have one, behind both ears are a small murder(or flock) of crows flying to the back of my neck and they morph into a large crow with it's wings spread, and the tail breaks off into another murder of crows, with the quote "It can't rain all the time" underneath. The shading on the formed bird is charcoal and grey, two eyes forming in the body of it.
Piercings? Nah, not yet, I guess..
Well, you know all about me, now...So...Peace? I don't know how to end these things...

I guess, well, my name is Griffin, I'm 19 years of age and I live by myself in my 1 bedroom apartment with my Rhodesian Ridgeback male named Apollo... I'm a tad bit anti-social due to manic-depression and chronic anxiety, but I do enjoy meeting new people, don't let that stop you from stopping by and saying hey.
Hobbies of mine include...Oh wait, I'm talentless, great.
Anyway, I enjoy helping others with advice, I've been told repeatedly I'd be a great therapist...
My mother and father raised me in Austin, Texas, but my mother died of cancer when I was 17, my father died last year, which urged the move to New York.
I stand at 6'4, and get jeered at a lot for my height, and I weigh in at 120 lbs so I'm a bit on the lanky side...Oh well.
I have no allergies that I know about, but fears? I am terrified of sticking an extremity out an open window...When I was a kid I got my torso stuck out a window, when it closed, I almost was strangled, so I have a valid reason...Right?
I have one tattoo, on my left side I have a rose tattooed and beneath it it says in cursive-

"My wish this year
Is for you to remain here
I wouldn't know what to do
If forced to lose you…"

Which I got on my birthday...A month before she passed...
I'm done talking, just...Leave me be...