˩σʌɛ Ħʋятƨ </3 ||Human Vacation||•Simi-Lit• Always Accepting

[apathy,]

[[Bump! People join. Or come online! LOL]]

Edit: [Should i make this simi lit?

[- drift.]

{Yea, I would. And, I would post, but I'm waiting on QuietRiotFan to get back on, So.... yea. LOL}

[apathy,]

[Okay, you have a guy. Remember?

[winchester.]

{Anyone have a open guy or girl.... Both of mine are open.}

[apathy,]

[Okay! Lets say... Jagger and Kyle are downstairs, the "fun" room. well, party room. LOL i just had to put that. LIke, i forgot to put the pic.]

[- drift.]

{Oh yea, Derek! =D He's open, if any girl wants to talk to him. He is, uhmm... eating in the dining room right now, I guess. =P}

[R0be0]

Markus.

Livin’ life in the fast lane, Movin’ at the speed of life and I can’t slow down,
Only got a gallon in the gas tank, But I’m almost at the finish line, so I can’t stop now,
I don’t really know where I’m headed, just enjoyin’ the ride, Just gon’ roll ’til I drop and ride ’til I die,
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal,) I’m livin’ life in the fast lane.

I was just exploring the house now, I was still on the hunt to look for a girl to flirt with, or girls it didn't matter to me, I would probably end up flirting with everyone here at some point. I'd probably end up picking a fight with every guy here as well, it was the natural way that I worked, it was something, and someone that I was, and it was pretty much impossible to change that. I was born as a player, and a aggressive person, even though I didn't win every fight, because I was smaller than some of the guys that I challenged, it didn't matter. I still fought, I was exploring until I came across the downstairs, this place looked okay. But it was still way to "fancy" and "new" for my liking. Plus it didn't smell like rotting food, vomit, and beer. Those were the smells of home, and this was like disgusting smells to me.

[Safrina]

OOC: Not to ask for too much, but I'd say even asking for five lines[Sentences] would be fine. o3o

Tamashii crossed his arms across his chest and squared his broad shoulders as the boy pulled the girl away. His eyebrows lifted, his jaws still clenched in annoyance, seething. He sighed and dropped his arms, letting them dangle at his sides. He turned his body back to the girl behind him -- the victim, as he saw it --though he turned his head to glance over his shoulder, making sure the other two hadn't just been feigning their absense. Finally, he looked back at the girl. He had to look down a bit, to catch her eyes. "No problem," He brushed her apology off with a confident, reassuring problem. "If that happens again, you can tell me," He said, eyes tightening as he imagined what the other girl might do. He'd seen the savage, ravenous look in someone's eyes before. It hadn't been pretty after that. Determination flashed in his eyes, defiance apparent in his posture. He wasn't going to let that happen to anybody else if he had anything to do with it. He turned and his lips pulled up in disgust. He focused on cooling down for a second before replying. "She's a wimp?" He scoffed, nearly laughing. "Last time I checked, wimps aren't the bigger people. You, as I see it, are just an insignifigant little bully. Picking on her won't make you stronger," He pointed out, voice calm as ever. "It just makes you weaker," He murmured, eyes triumphant. He leaned back, crossing his arms in a somewhat arrogant way; just for show, of course. Push her over the edge and whatnot...

[winchester.]

Isabella Noel Starkuster

I sighed and picked up my guitar. I started back to the mansion. I went into my room, using a deep sea blue card, and went in. i set my guitar in the case and changed into a dress, added black feather earings, and some braclets. I slipped on the black heels. It made me about 5'6", instead of 5'4". I smiled gently and put on some light lipgloss, eyeliner, soft pink eyeshadow{only a bit} and mascara. I deceided to put up my bright red wavy hair and set off down the stairs, shut my door, and walked down the long hallways.

{Crappy post....sorry.}

[apathy,]

||Ĵ α ɢ ɢ ɛ я Я α- И α ʏ β я α ∂ ℓ ɛ ʏ||

Jagger yawned, breakfast wasn't their thing. They both started fixing up the basement, just for no reason. No one really went down here, but when people did go down here, it was sh**. So, Jagger and Kyle started picking stuff up, empty beer cans, soda. And whatever was there from the last party. That was some party... Kyle laughed, obviously not remembering a thing from it. I wasn't here. Remember? I was out in Florida. Jags smirked, getting a new trash bag and filling it up with trash and other things.