「ριcтυяє ρ є я f є c т」⊱ romance.

[puppyeyez94]

(I'm going to join xD(

[apathy,]

{{Ack. Don't go to far without meh!}}

[owl,]

| т н є в α ѕ ι c ѕ |

- иαмє : : Paisley Grigori
- иιcкиαмє : : Pai
- gєиdєя : : Female
- αgє : : 17
- lσcαl oя ѕтυdєит؟ : : student

| α ρ ρ є α я α и c є |

- нєιgнт - 5'
- ωєιgнт - 100
- cloтнιиg ѕтуlє - yoga pants, sweat shirts, tank tops, flip flops
- dιѕтιиcтινє fєαтυяєѕ - she has a coffee stain on her stomach underneather her belly button
- вodу мodιfιcαтιoиѕ - a frog tattoo on her hip and a angel tattoo on her lower back

| ι и - d є ρ т н |

- cяυsн - open
- тнємє ѕoиg - Sparks Fly
- ѕєχυαl oяιєитαтιoи - streight
- яαиdoм fαcт - she is almst always smiling
- ρєяѕoиαlιту - pai is really happy all the time. she is bubbly and a 'social butterfly' as her brother describes her. she likes to talk to people, anyone she see that is willing to talk she will strike a conversation. if she sees someone unhappy or having a bad day she will go up to them and try to cheer them up. she occasionally likes to listen to music. she sits at everyones table, a new one everyday, but never really eats lunch. she is always smiling at people and never is mean to anyone unless they provoke her. she will defend her best friends no matter what. **sorry i accidentally deleted it, and had to redo -.-**
- нιѕтoяу - when pai was a little girl she was deeply depressed, she would have bad dreams ever night and wake up screaming. once she was thirteen, she got over it and that is why she is so nice and happy now. she has a twin brother, daniel. her parents are still alive and dont pay much attention to either of their children anymore.

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| т н є в α ѕ ι c ѕ |

- иαмє : : Daniel Grigori
- иιcкиαмє : : Dan
- gєиdєя : : Male
- αgє : : 17
- lσcαl oя ѕтυdєит؟ : : student

| α ρ ρ є α я α и c є |

- нєιgнт - 5'11"
- ωєιgнт - 215
- cloтнιиg ѕтуlє - white t-shirt, ripped jeans, and old white DC sneakers
- dιѕтιиcтινє fєαтυяєѕ - none
- вodу мodιfιcαтιoиѕ - barbed wire tattoo on his right bicep

| ι и - d є ρ т н |

- cяυsн - none
- тнємє ѕoиg - Anything but Ordinary
- ѕєχυαl oяιєитαтιoи - strieght
- яαиdoм fαcт - he is short for his age and he has black hair
- ρєяѕoиαlιту - daniel is quiet at times, he spends a lot of time lstening to his ipod and just observing people. hes not a stalker though XD. if your friends with him though he wont shut up. he enjoys running and also soccer. he doesnt go anywhere without his ipod. he also always has the radio on. he likes to sit alone reather than with people, and avoids people all the time. everyday he goes to the park to run and practice soccor. he has never been to a party and doesnt plan on ever going to one, ever. but maybe that iwll change... **wow thats a lame excuse for a personality -_- will post more later**
- нιѕтoяу - same as pai's minus the depression

**may make more people later**

[Idiocy]

♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
You tell me Im a wreck,
You say that Im a mess,
How Could you expect anything less?
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Elijah ♠ Jett ♠ Levine
| ♂ | 17 | ♥ | Single |


Eli stood at the desk, watching everybody else get their keys. He was pretty excited about being here, a new place meant new people and new parties. It also meant he didn't have a reputation anymore, though. At least at school he was known as the party guy, the crazy one who liked to take risks. Here he was just a nobody, some kid on a field trip. Hopefully he'd be able to change that. If he found the right people he knew that he'd get into some good parties. Maybe, though, he wouldn't party just yet. Eli could have some fun without a party, he'd check out the town after he got his room all settled.
The person behind the desk handed him his key, giving Eli a smile. Eli didn't return it, he wasn't even looking at him anyways. He grabbed his bag, heading for the elevator. The doors where starting to close, but Eli stopped them so he could get in. He smiled at the red haired girl, he had seen her around, but he didn't really know her. He pushed the button for his floor, setting his bag down. He leaned against the wall of the elevator, watching the doors slide closed. Hopefully this trip would be worth it.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I want to be laughed at,
Laughed with,
Just because,
I want to feel weightless,
And that
should be enough.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Cadence ♥ Adi ♥ Tresler
| ♀ | 17 | ♥ | Single |

Adi grabbed her camera before rushing outside. It seemed as though the past couple weeks she had been late for her job all the time. She hoped she wouldn't get fired. Every time she was late, she'd stay longer than she had to. Just to make up for the lost time. It's not like her job was that hard, all she had to do was organize books at the library. They where nice to her even when she was late, she did her job well at least.

Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she pushed open the doors to the library. Adi smiled at the librarian a bit,
"I'm sorry, I know I've been late all the time. I don't know why, time just seems to go by so quick,"
She pushed her hair out of her eyes and got to work.
Adi loved the library, there where so many stories in a library. The quietness was rather lonely at times, but she didn't mind. She loved walking through the aisles of books, knowing that there where a thousand memories, a thousand stories, in each of those aisles. She often would take a break to sit down and read a book. It didn't take her long to finish a chapter, which is all she would read before continuing her work. She didn't want to slack, after all.
When she had first got the job, organizing the books had been like learning a new language. She wasn't sure where anything went, and she always felt as though she where doing it wrong. After she had been working there for about a month, she got the hang of it. Now it was easy, and she barely had to think about where the book went. She knew where almost everything was supposed to be, which was odd, considering at home she was a very unorganized person. She supposed it was just because she had to be organized in this situation, unless she wanted to lose her job.

{{| Bleh. ;.; I'm bad at my first posts. D: |}}

[valar morghulis]

{{ Make a Scene -- accepted!

Cassy -- Sorry, not accepted. The guy needs a personality and the girl's "distinctive features" make her sound like a Mary-Sue }}

[owl,]

**ok i fixed it but i have a question who/what is mary sue?**

[Make_a__Scene]

|I'm thinking about making a new character...
I'll see when you update the character list.||

Wyatt❖Wilson❖18

I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it with the best of 'em all
I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it all

Chestnut park on a Saturday night
Mystical boys feelin alright
Raggedy wisdom falls from my hand
As the ladies of Cambridge know who I am
The upbeat and yet mellow sound of Vampire Weekend flowed from his iPod, through his silver metallic Titan Skullcandy earbuds and directly into his ears. He could already feel the jet lag and he hated it. Wyatt had only ever been out of the country one other time, when he was six. Jet lag doesn't really hit six year olds, but now that he was a legal adult, it had already hit him hard. He couldn't help but find the rules of the world unfair; not only were children practically immune to jet lag, but they also got free stuff from Santa, free money from the Tooth Fairy, and free candy from the Easter Bunny. Nothing to do about it now.

He unplugged when he entered the lavish building and allowed the audio equipment to dangle. His hair was a little more messy than usual, although his hat was still perfectly perched on his head. He wasn't feeling very talky right now - very much unlike him - and he attributed it to be part of the jet lag. Sleep sounded enticing right now. Or, more than sleep, just vegging in the room; hotel rooms were always nice to chill in. This made him anxious to get his key and head toward the elevator.

Wyatt was in such a stupor that he didn't even notice the classmate in front of him also walking towards the elevator. That is, he didn't notice until the doors started sliding close; he was so close, he didn't want to have to wait for the elevator to come back down. He could quite possibly pass out first.
"Hey, hold the elevator, would ya?" He called with what he could muster.

Dylan☣Sprat☣18

Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot

Dylan was looking a little rough after such a long flight. Her screaming red hair was looking a little less than good, sticking out at strange angles and also hanging limply around her shoulders. She was also uncharacteristically dressed in pink pajama pants that had pandas printed on them, a simple black tank top, and some generic brand skater shoes. Fortunately, she had the mind to bring a pair of large, fairly dark shades to cover her eyes that she knew would be tired.

Not to say that Dylan really had a fear of flying, but there was something about it that made her a little uncomfortable. She had always figured that it was because she was forced to sit in one place for an extended period of time. That just wasn't Dylan.

Her eyes narrowed on her peer group as she tried to find a suitable prey. Her first thought was to steal Wyatt's hat as she so often did, but he was looking worse than she was, and Dylan wasn't particularly in the mood for his snark. Giving up quickly on the prospect of mildly annoying her friends, she decided to save some for the coming days. Some pranks were in order, given the low supervision and close quarters. She smiled as she received her room key, but the smile soon faded and her appearance returned to the likeness of a rock star with a hangover.

[paperclip.]

You made me insecure,
Told me I wasn’t good enough.
But who are you to judge
When you’re a diamond in the rough?
I’m sure you got some things
You’d like to change about yourself.
But when it comes to me
I wouldn’t want to be anybody else.
I’m no beauty queen
I’m just beautiful me
You’ve got every right
To a beautiful life
C'mon
Who says, who says you're not perfect?
Who says you're not worth it?
Who says you're the only one that's hurtin'?
Trust me, that's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty?
Who says you're not beautiful?
Who says?

>Delilah<

Delilah smiled back at the guy, he seemed nice. She tried not to stare but she just had to make sure he didn't have a Red clown nose. Delilah had a pretty wild imagination. Most people think that she is funny but she is very sensitive. She hides that part of her from others so they don't judge her too much. She isn't really the one to care about what others think but honestly everyone one cares at least a little bit. Then she noticed another guy trying to get in the elevator. She quickly put her bag in the way until he could catch up.

[Idiocy]

♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
You tell me Im a wreck,
You say that Im a mess,
How Could you expect anything less?
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠

Elijah♠Jett♠Levine
| ♂ | 17 | ♥ | Single |

Eli watched the girl stop the elevator, he was about to put his hand out, but she had beaten him to it. He ran one hand through his hair, the other one reaching in his pocket for his iPod. Usually he felt like talking, but currently he was tired. Once he got some caffeine he'd wake up, but for now his eyes where half open. He put in one headphone, leaving the other one out just in case anybody talked to him.
Eli looked at the boy whom the girl had stopped the doors for, he was cute. Instead of saying hi, though, he just watched them both lazily before turning his eyes back to his iPod. He scrolled through the songs, picking out an up beat one. Sometimes just listening to fast songs made him wake up a bit more. All he really wanted was a cup of coffee, though. His head hurt, he often got caffeine headaches. Every day he usually had at least one cup of coffee, and even though he knew it was a bad habit he couldn't stop. The headaches he got from trying to stop drinking so much coffee hurt to much, so he'd always give in and end up having at least a soda to make it go away. On the flight there there had been some coffee, but it was the cheap kind. For some reason the cheap kind always seemed to hurt his stomach. His eye lids drifted even lower as he let out a small yawn, naps were out of the question. He hated napping, he always felt like he was wasting his day when he napped. If humans could go without sleep then Eli would be a very happy person. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, and he'd probably end up taking a small nap before his cup of coffee.

{{| Ah. Sorry I haven't posted like at all today. D; I've been having a bad day, and I didn't notice people posted yesterday. ;c |}}

[Make_a__Scene]

Wyatt❖Wilson❖18

I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it with the best of 'em all
I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it all

Wyatt slipped in between the doors, tugging his suitcase through after him. "Thanks," he grinned. He squeezed between Delilah and Elijah. Going to press the button with the correct number, he found that it was already lit up, so he left it alone. Being around people, his jet lag seemed to fade; his topaz eyes grew large as he looked back and forth between the two a couple of times. He was trying to figure out who they were, names to faces.

"Elijah, right?"Wyatt said, snapping his fingers toward the boy; he hadn't noticed that he had plugged into his iPod, and even if Wyatt had noticed, he'd probably try to talk above the music. "And..." He studied the girl's face. She didn't look familiar; maybe she was in a different grade/ She had a baby face and her hair was far too red. She reminded him of Dylan. "Nope, sorry, don't know." In all fairness, he didn't try very hard to place her, his body too tired for his mind to function correctly.

|Awh, I hope you're feeling better.||