|тнє -я є α l- ωσяld|

[valar morghulis]

: \ \ : αяιαиα lєиαу нαят : / / :
» dead end girl on the outside looking in
on a dead end world; one in which she cannot live «
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Ariana gave a soft nod in agreement to each of the three answers she received in response to the question she'd asked; which was more just herself, unintentionally, thinking aloud. 'Well then, let's hope this is all of us...' she thought with no intentions on sharing a room with one of these strangers [ and in all respect, they probably wouldn't want to share a room with her either ]. A smirk situated itself at her lips at the thought, and she followed a few paces behind the other three up to the second floor. The soles of her shoe's pressing lightly against the polished wood as her fingers trailed lightly along the railing.

She headed straight for the room she'd pointed out when they'd all been standing in front of the limo, and, with a relieved huff, dropped her bags onto the bed.

After about five minutes of trying, but ultimately failing, at trying to concentrate herself on getting unpacked, she slipped back out of her room. Her iPod still blaring from the headphone that remained in her ear as she wandered through the living room, then the kitchen. A tinge of excitement in her blue-green eyes as she glanced out the window and spotted the patio; complete with a hot tub and pool. 'If only there were a bar...then this place would have everything.' she mused silently to herself.

[aberdeen]

Christopher River
Wings won't take me/Heights don't phase me.
So take a step./But don't look down
/Take a step.

After everyone arrived the car drove off. Chris didn't know the area at all and just watched absentmindly as the sceanery rushed by outside the mindow. Where they pulled up infront of the huge house Chistopher was thoughly impressed. This was completly better than his crappy rat infested apartment. He was even exiteted to see the beach; so what if he felt like a six year old on vactation for the first time. Chris waited for the people infrount of him to exit the limo before he did. Thankful to ge able to stand and streatch he looked over the outside of the masion. Some peoole where talking but Chris was enjoying finally having some personal space. Chris waited till Arinia opened the door and he walked in with everyone.

It was just as nice inside. He made a mental note to raid the liqiour cabnet after he unpacked. Quite hobestly he didn't care were he slept, he was also down with sharing a room; if the other occupant was a attrative female of course. But whatever, he was pretty chill. He walked up the stairs and picked on of the rooms with a balcony and view of the ocean. He just picked a balcony room so he coukd smoke out there. But the ocean and beach would be nice to wake up to.

He tossed his bag on the bed. He didn't bring much. He even forgot his gutair at home; it was broken anyway. Maybe he would buy one while he was down here. No that most of his house mates would appreciate him playing it. With one last glance around his room Chris decided to cheak out the rest of the house and maybe talk to some people. He closed the room behind him and locked it. Before wandering off back downstairs.

Now I'm standing on the rooftop ready to fall
I think I'm at the edge now but I could be wrong
I'm standing on the rooftop ready to fall

[RαrєHuskíєs]

[[ Finished my Charries on page 5 ^.^ ]]

[morris.]

{{OOC;; I think Erin may have a crush on Jackson. :3
Anyway, just popping in to say I'll be on all day. Apparently its 'my time of the month' so;; my dad doesn't want me going to school with all these cramps. ;A; }}

[Inatae]

{I've got school and a lot of homework tonight, so I may not be able to post much. And I've got piano tomorrow, so I may be inactive then.}

[west ,]

.: d a m ɪ ɛ n h a w t h o r n ɛ :.

Damien stepped out of the car and he looked up at the house. He had never been able to go into a house that big before. Damien picked up his bags, including his instruments he played, and hauled them into the house. He walked into his new room, it was wonderful to him as he'd shared a room with his little brother and he only lived in a Bungalow, so this house was a mansion to him. Shrugging his guitar case over his shoulder, Damien wandered about the room. He dropped off his bass case in the corner and layed the guitar case ontop of it, then threw his backpack and suitcase onto the floor beside his bed. Just then he wondered where his dogs were. Damien walked out his room and went downstairs to ask where they were. He had had Red the Irish Setter for the longest, and Damien had to work in a restraunt to earn the money to buy him. Forest and Laika were given to him as presents, even though Damien loved animals, he worked very hard already to keep them and he thought three dogs were enough for him untill he got his own place.

He finnaly found his three pets, and let them out of their huge dog carriers that were meant for big dogs, he could never manage to carry them in himself. ''Forest!'' he called as the crazy Springer Spaniel raced off to chase a seagull. She heard his voice and immediately returned, still going as fast as her long legs would carry her. Damien led the dogs into his room and took out their beds and water and food bowls from the carryer and placed them side-by-side in his big room. He poured a little water into each of their bowls and all three dogs lapped it up quickly. Damien took out his guitar and began to strum it, playing a well-known song on it and tuning it carefully. He had been playing the quitar since he was just five. Laika lay down in her bed and began to fall asleep. Damien put away his guitar and then went downstairs to look around and explore a little.

[intriguing]

~ || Яσвʏи Ɔαƨƨι∂ʏ || ~

♠ Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper then they seem
You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them be ♠

Robyn had withdrawn herself from conversation the whole way, for her this journey was not the most interesting. She had visited Florida a few times in the past. Nonetheless, she did stare out of the window, taking in her surroundings. She would usually have been sociable, more extrevert than most of the people in this place put together, but the only person she was remotely interested in talking to was the one who was occupied with flirting with someone else. She shook her head silently to herself and put her ear-buds in, Slayer pulsing through her head in a playlist. She barely noticed anyone for the rest of the journey.

Immediately Robyn shot up, they had reached their destination. Her excited muttering joined that of the rest of the guests. She'd never stayed somewhere so grand, or so big. After years of living in her caravan and flat it was a bit weird to move to somewhere so huge. She glanced around at everyone else, who all seemed just as excited as she was. Flicking her blue and green fringe to one side she looked out of the window again, but the limousine had now stopped. Getting out last she had plenty of time to get all her things and look around the place, so she walke dthe whole way round the huge buiolding, smiling in awe every so oftne, before going inside to find her room.

It was some time later she emerged from her room. She had had a shower, restyled her hair, even got into a new outfit, though it much resembled the last; ripped black jeans, skull emblazoned converses, black tee with the words 'Sonisphere 2011' stamped on the front. She wasn't the picture of happiness, but her smile was enough to offset this. She walked out of he rroom, lcoking it behind her, as she had discovered she was the only one using it, then went down the stairs, shoes squeaking on the parquet floor of reception, then outside...

[west ,]

.: d a m ɪ ɛ n h a w t h o r n ɛ :.

Damien walked about a little more, he was tired but wanted to know where some of the most important places were. Bedrooms, Bathrooms, The Kitchen... He was hungry now and he'd only had a bar of Dairy Milk chocolate and a can of Coke on the plane. Damien let Forest come with him as she was very energetic after the flight and the sleeping drug he had given her in a meatball had certainly worn off already. He shrugged on a hoodie and walked outside, he let Forest chase some birds for a while as he sat on a bench outside. The Florida sky was blue and cloudless, the sun shining all the time. Damien regretted bringing his hoodie outside, but at least he'd remembered his surf board.

Damien could see the sea and smell it in the air, he zipped off his hoodie and called back Forest with a quick whistle. The Spaniel ran to his side and he walked back upstairs, Forest at his side. He wondered about what sort of people he would meet here and if they would all get along fine. Damien ran a hand through his thick, dark hair and he walked upstairs to his new room. Red and Laika would probably be getting restless too soon, so he decided to take them on a walk this evening. Once he got upstairs, Damien plugged his iPod into the little docking station thing he'd brought and began to play one of his favourite songs. He had bought it because it was the version without the guitar in it so he could play along. He grabbed his guitar and began to strum along to the song.

(am i allowed to make a girl please?)

[morris.]

「-| є я ι η ... ѕ м ι т н |-」
↗αιм уσυя αяяσωѕ нιgн↖
. ● . ● .○. ● . ● .

Erin continued to unpack, it was rather quiet, and she wondered if she would have to share with anyone, there was in fact another bed. Erin shrugged and guessed she'd leave the door open in case anyone had to share, she wasn't the type of girl to hate sharing. She actually loved sharif a room. When she was dine packing, she changed into a baggy orange tanktop with the words "Call me Loser," in white written plaint on the front, taking up most if her chest. She slipped on some black denium cut off shorts, and let her hair fall rather cutely naturally. She slipped on some low cut socks and walked down stairs.

Now, everyone was being rather quiet towards one another, and Erin wanted to change that. A small smile appeared on her face as she walked down stairs. She stopped on the stairs and began to speak. "So, where is everybody from?" She asked and paused for a moment "I'm from Seattle," She said as if anyone cared. She hoped somebody would respond, but then again, from the looks of it this was a quiet group at the first sight if strangers.

{{OOC-;; --}}

[west ,]

.: d a m ɪ ɛ n h a w t h o r n ɛ :.

Damien finnished the song and placed his guitar back in it's case. He got Red who was running about the room, Damien was scared he would knock something over, ''C'mon Red.'' he said, calling his dog. Laika and Forest were sleeping now, it had been quite a long journey from England in the countryside. He walked outside just to hear a girl ask where everyone was from, he decided to answer, ''I'm from Texas, but I've lived in afew other states and now I live in the English Countryside.'' he told her, taking Red downstairs. Most people wouldnt guess he was from Texas as he didnt speak with the accent like his father did. Damien's father owned a horse ranch in Texas and Damien helped him out when he went to visit. His parents split up years ago, so he went with his mother. He'd stayed in several states, usually for only about a year at a time and then they moved on. Red barked and wagged his long tail at the girl. His long, red coat hadnt been brushed yet so it wasnt it's usual shiny, red colour.