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

[Nero Sparda]

Lily Bella Ryder rubbed her eyes. Yeah.. Well, uh... See you in the morning She mumbled before yawning and turning her Xbox off and crawling up the stairs, into her room, onto her bed and falling asleep.

[The_Slayer_Of_Tacos]

Yea, Umm.. Bye. Vinnie fell backwards onto his bed, his eyes shutting slowly.

Of course I do! Bryson squealed like a fangirl.

[the family business.]

~°|Jaiden|°~

Jaiden grinned at him, "Well, Come with me then. You can meet Larkin. He's my German shepherd." She explained, Smiling at him.

[The_Slayer_Of_Tacos]

Mkay. Bryson smiled, trying to keep his cool.

[the family business.]

~°|Jaiden|°~

Jaiden giggled and nodded for him to follow her, Crossing the street calmly before turning down the alley.

[The_Slayer_Of_Tacos]

Bryce followed shortly behind her.
(mehhh, I got to go.. Sorry guys!)

[the family business.]

~°|Jaiden|°~

Jaiden led him back toward her apartment, Leading the way inside once they'd arrived. (Byee).

[:Joey:]

((Is anyone open to interact with Quinn or Griffin? Their forms are on page 30.))

Opening her eyes, Quinn sat up and instinctively rubbed her eyes, a yawn parting her jaws momentarily.
"God, I didn't mean to fall asleep," She muttered and looked with her bleary gaze down at her fingers which were stained with charcoal...
"Oh crap," She groaned and got up, tossing her covers off of her legs and staggered to her bathroom and looked in the full-bodied mirror behind her door. Plaid boxers and a white wife beater stained with paint, her hair was rumpled from sleep and her eyes were now shadowed by a cloak of charcoal.
"Yeah, yeah, should've washed them off," She uttered under her breath as she washed her face and brushed her teeth.
Walking out of the bathroom a few minutes later, she pulled on her black ripped skinny jeans and her black hoodie with Oasis lyrics on the back
"Someday you will find me,
caught beneath the landslide,
of a Champagne Supernova in the sky"
And the name of the band plastered on the front.
Slipping on her checkered vans, she grabbed her sketchbook and an assortment of pencils and erasers, stuffing them into her drawstring backpack before she walked out of her room, passing by her aunt and uncle without a word.
"Be safe, wherever you're going!" Her aunt called cheerily from the kitchen, where the smell of eggs and bacon came from.
"Yeah, goodmorning, brat," Her uncle said in a much-less cheery tone.
"Bye, aunt Kayte," Quinn called in a monotone voice, walking outside and made her way towards the biggest area of inspiration, the park.


"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Apollo, calm down!" The voice laced with distress called, though the Rhodesian Ridgeback just playfully arched his back, bowing in an attempt to egg his owner into play.
Griffin set his hands on his hips, playfully scolding him now, "Now, Apollo, let's go, let me put the leash on you or we're staying home, okay?" He offered, as if the dog would care or even remotely understand him.
"Fine, have it your way," He said and tossed the leash over his shoulder, walking back towards his apartment.
Hearing the click of his claws against the pavement, he smirked, knowing he had won. "Alright, come here or we're not going to the park, I'll take you to the vet!" He warned, pursuing the dog, who had no intention of going easily.

[þella]

♦Lydia Matthews♦
Seventeen - Straight - Single - Jonah
Lydia nodded, running a hand through her long red hair. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said. "I'm Lydia," She tried to smile, hoping that Jonah wasn't too mad at her for being stupid and standing in the middle of the road. He did save her though, which she was extremely grateful for. She lifted her bike off the ground with a grunt, holding it up beside her. "I'm really sorry. That you had to do that, I mean. You should have just let that car run me over," she said, letting out a breathy chuckle. After a second of silence, she spoke up again. "I'm kidding, thanks," she said, softer this time.

♦Connor Worthy♦
Seventeen - Straight - Single - Kristy
Connor glanced at his shoes again, smirking as the girl recited some rhyme. He decided to speak up this time. "Where'd you hear that?" he inquired, looking at Kristy. ((Wb

[The_Slayer_Of_Tacos]

My preschool teacher taught me that. Kristy blushed.

Bryson flipped his hair, looked down at the ground.