:: L I M E ... L I G H T :: Band RP ::

[neonireland]

[i want to rp so bad ]

[neonireland]

[*sigh* i think maroon forgot bout this ]

[morris.]

OOC;;

Never! I'm recovering from a wrist injury, so I have to type with one hand.
I'm going to have to ask you to stop spamming ^^; If you need me please PM me c: I'm sure to answer.

[neonireland]

[sorry, i forget these things *sighs* i'll stop now]

[darlingdiablo]

[ ? sorry i had to go- have to do school work -not supposed to be on- hope your wrist gets better )

[morris.]

:: Claire Morgon :: Stomping Poisies ::

Claire turned around, and gently grabbed Danny's arm in some what comfortable way. "One last dance for good old sakes?" She fluttered her long eyelashes that were covered in mascara. She had something up he sleeve, something devious, but she'd never tell. She hoped Danny would say yes. Then her plan would be in full swing. Yeah she was indeed a B**ch, but she didn't care, and she never would not until she had her way.


☈Sean Foreman :: 3Oh!3 :: ☒ ☒

Sean held tightly onto his soda, still glancing at Tristan every so often, some could say he was sort of paranoid about this. And he probably was, he got threatened easily and would usually fight it out, but with Tristan, well this was a whole new thing. Finally her gathered the confidence to ask her something. "Tristan, what are we? I mean, like you and me," Sean hoped it wasn't just a thing where someone kissed the other and it was done and over and the two would stop talking. Nat's eyes fixed on Layla. How old was she? Did she like him? Why was she so scared of fighting? The thoughts rattled in Nat's head.

[neonireland]

Layla ended the song, set down the guitar, and walked back over to her friends with a smile. She could tell that Sean and Tristen were getting closer, and that made her happy for her friends.

[darlingdiablo]

Danny smiles, "I guess I owe you that" he said wrapping his arm around her and steering her back to the mansion
Ah he had nothing to lose right? Maybe not mauling so but maybe this whole hing would turn out to be perfect. Maybe...

Tristan turned her head to him, the question came out of no where and she stood and bought for a second. Not knowing how to word it for it hadnt been a question where you could say one thing and mean another. It made her blush and think hard, all this time she had stood her pretending this world was perfect. Would this be her happy ending? She finally replies, "Sean" she said pausing "I have to say we are more then friends, any way you put it. Now I don't how far from friends we are, because I don't want to risk my hear out there again. I want to be anything you want to be, because all I know is hat I want to be with you" she said biting her lip- yah again. She did like him, love maybe because every time she was around him she felt different. Yet could never. Trust your heart out there, now was she making a good decision?

[morris.]

:: Claire Morgon :: Stomping Poisies ::

Claire smiled, but inside she smirked uncontrollably. He said yes! He plan was in full swing. As she guided Danny outside towards where the music was playing, her eyes wandered and soon locked on Sean. Immediately, Claire guided Danny in that dirrection. With a nod two men had pushed Sean with such force making him ram into Danny and spill his drink all over Danny's face. Claire stepped back with a shriek, the men disappeared without a trace, making it seem like Sean had done this on purpose.


☈Sean Foreman :: 3Oh!3 :: ☒ ☒

Sean stepped closer towards Tristan. "Yeah, we are more than friends," He rubbed the back of his neck and decided just to say it. "Let's just say it now;; we have to be in a relationship, it only makes sense," a playful smile appeared on his face, just as he was about to kiss Tristan, he was throttled forward, bumping into Danny. When Sean jumped up, his eyebrows became angry as soon as he saw Claire. He was set up. He couldnt do anything now. Not while Claire was there to deny every word.

:: Natt Motte :: 3Oh!3 ::
[I just went for it c: He was slowly becoming a character. And now he is.]

Nat smiled at Layla, wanting to give her a huge hug. But why? He'd only seem insane. Instead bland words escaped his lips "Great job," Now what? Nat Motte was nervous. He'd guessed it seemed odd as a labor on Sean but who really knew Nat? He was sort of just the guy with long hair. Well that's what he thought. Nats eyes wandered but soon locked on Sean crashing into Danny. Immediately Nat stood up, ready to break something up, or even get involved.

[neonireland]

Layla's expression went from guarded happiness to shear horror in a milisecond, as she waited for something to happen, like a fist.