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Re: J.R. Richardson's School of the Arts | Semi Lit | Accept

Postby Nina11178 » Sat Nov 19, 2011 5:41 pm

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- T h e B a s i c s -

Username: Nina11178
Full Name: Parker D. Sayers
Nickname(s): Get creative. "Porkchops was my old nickname..."
Gender: Male.
Age: 18
Talent:He plays guitar but he can sing really good too.


- G e n e r a l L o o k s -

Description: He's about 6 ft., with an athletic build. He has short cropped straight-ish brown hair. He has almond-shaped honey-colored eyes with small gold-specks in the iris.
Clothing Style: He normally wears jeans, Vans, a plain T-shirt, with a hoodie over it.
Hair Color: Dark brown.
Eye Color: Light honey topaz eyes with pale gold and green dilating mystical specks around the rims of the iris.
Height: He's about 6 ft. "I'm 6'1!!!!" Oh, get over it.
Tattoos/Scars: None. A small whip like mark on his back, but its fading away.


- I n D e e p e r -

Personality: He's a really gentle and quiet kind of guy. He keeps to himself sometimes, he isn't the 'take risks and act drunk' kind of guy either. He's the simple and sweet person. If he gets angry, [which rarely happens] he'll keep it inside him. He's pretty smart, and he loves playing guitar. He's really nice and funny if you get past his shell.
History(Optinal): He hasn't told anyone.
Crush: No one really. He doesn't flirt and he sticks to the girl he likes unless he knows she's 'taken'.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None yet.
Family(?): No one...


- O d d i t i e s -

Mental Disorder(s)?: Nope.
Physical Disorder(s)?: Nope.
Habits/Quirks(?): Strums fingers on hard surfaces when he's thinking, often for a new song.


- E x t r a -

Pet(s)?: His small bird, [it's a wren], Fawnstrike. Image
Other(?): Nope...
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Re: J.R. Richardson's School of the Arts | Semi Lit | Accept

Postby free. » Sat Nov 19, 2011 5:58 pm

(He needs a description, but otherwise, he's fine. What house would you like him in? Anyways, I won't be posting anymor tonight, it's late. Night everyone.)
it's been a long time since I've been here. perhaps I'll stay awhile.
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Re: J.R. Richardson's School of the Arts | Semi Lit | Accept

Postby Nina11178 » Sat Nov 19, 2011 6:14 pm

[I'll finish the description tomorrow... Is that okay? The music house is good. :)]
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Re: J.R. Richardson's School of the Arts | Semi Lit | Accept

Postby abandoned. » Sat Nov 19, 2011 6:26 pm

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Aurora Burke|Impress Her|Single|Music|18
"If you don't stand for anything, you'll fall for everything."
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Aurora continued running after the sheet of paper, sighing. Whenever it was just within her fingertips, she would miss by an inch and it would blow away. She gave a little annoyed hmph, glaring at the paper as it flew in the wind. 

Finally, something stopped the flying paper. A table(I'm assuming it's outside so -.-)). She sighed in relief, happy she didn't have to chase the sheet anymore. She hesitated, seeing a guy and his dog at the table. Shaking her head, she kept her head down as she walked towards the table to retrieve the sheet of music.
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AFFLICTION;
something that causes pain or suffering

hey there! i'm abandoned. you might see me more commonly
referred to as 'pie' though. i adore rping, writing and reading.
however, i do not actively rp here anymore. i am on AS, under
the username forlorn. if you want to rp, shoot me a pm!
or even just to chat, i love meeting new people.

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Re: J.R. Richardson's School of the Arts | Semi Lit | Accept

Postby Bay » Sat Nov 19, 2011 6:56 pm

"It's hard let go of someone go, even though you mind is say yes...... You're heart is saying no..''
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Bay London Martin | A Beautiful Curse
"Why me?" She shook her head with her hands on her lap, she finally got up. Taking the scattered pictures, she tires to put them back in order then looked around for a few missing ones. She walked around in her outfit looking for the last 5 missing pics. Bay shook her head once more as she remembered that she let her dog, Pluto loose and he's always trying to find her. She hopes for the best that he's not running around the school looking for her. She pushed the thought back behind her mind then went back looking for her stuff. "Que l'Hel je n'ai jamais faire, pourquoi c'est de la merde se passe toujours à moi?" She said in French so no one can understand her swear.
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Re: J.R. Richardson's School of the Arts | Semi Lit | Accept

Postby Richie's Gal Forever » Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:06 am

Ƥαяιƨ Ƙιмвɛяℓʏ-Ĵαʏиɛ Ɯαɢиɛя

Single | April 3, 1995 | Los Angeles, California | Mood: Alone


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Paris opened her eyes and stood up. She heard someone speaking perfect French. Finally. Someone who speaks another language besides me.She thought to herself. She saw a missing picture and picked it up, walked up to Bay. "C'est tout un langage coloré que vous avez passe là-bas." Paris said. "Is this yours?" She asked, holding out the picture for the girl to see.



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Ƨмιℓɛ тнσʋɢн ʏσʋя нɛαят ιƨ αcнιиɢ
Ƨмιℓɛ ɛʌɛи тнσʋɢн ιт'ƨ вяɛακιиɢ
Ɯнɛи тнɛяɛ αяɛ cℓσʋ∂ƨ ιи тнɛ ƨκʏ ʏσʋ'ℓℓ ɢɛт вʏ
Ɩғ ʏσʋ ƨмιℓɛ ωιтн ʏσʋя ғɛαя αи∂ ƨσяяσω
Ƨмιℓɛ αи∂ мαʏвɛ тσмσяяσω ʏσʋ'ℓℓ ғιи∂ тнαт ℓιғɛ ιƨ ƨтιℓℓ ωσятнωнιℓɛ ιғ ʏσʋ ʝʋƨт...
˩ιɢнт ʋρ ʏσʋя ғαcɛ ωιтн ɢℓα∂иɛƨƨ
Ħι∂ɛ ɛʌɛяʏ тяαcɛ σғ ƨα∂иɛƨƨ αℓтнσʋɢн α тɛαя мαʏ вɛ ɛʌɛя ƨσ иɛαя
Ƭнαт'ƨ тнɛ тιмɛ ʏσʋ мʋƨт κɛɛρ σи тяʏιиɢ
Ƨмιℓɛ ωнαт'ƨ тнɛ ʋƨɛ σғ cяʏιиɢ
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.♥.

We were given two hands to hold
Two legs to walk
Two eyes to see
Two ears to listen
But why only one heart?
Because the other one
Was given to someone for us to find

.♥.


((Sorry. Writer's block.))
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{{ 'Cause you were born to be my baby
Baby I was made to be your man
We've got something to believe in
Even if we don't know where we stand
Only God will know the reasons
But I bet he must've had a plan
'Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby I was made to be your man
'Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby I was made to be your man}}


{ Bible verse of the day 12/10/13: "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing would be made that has been made." ~John: 1-3
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Re: J.R. Richardson's School of the Arts | Semi Lit | Accept

Postby A. Ham » Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:56 am

ѕтєραηιє αℓℓιѕση нυ∂ѕση
Girl| Single| Mood - Excited| Walking to Vocal Art Dorm

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Smiling, she was so excited to get to her new school. It meant a lot to her that she got accepted. She felt it could help her with her dreams of becoming a singer. Of course, she did not want to be some poopy pop singer, no, she had much bigger dreams. ‘Rock star’ was a word that could describe what she wanted to be. Her dreams were quite big. She wanted to be the one that brought back rock bands like Dio, Dokken, KISS, Black Sabbath, and her favorite, Cinderella, back on top of the charts. It seemed impossible now, but she would someday get there. Suddenly, the car she was driving in stopped, dragging her back to reality. “We’re here, honey.” Her Mom, defiantly bringing Stephanie back to real life, and off the wild stage of her dreams.
“You sure you want to do this?” Her Dad asked for the millionth time as they all got out of the car. He never did like the idea of giving up her baby girl to some strange school. “Yes, Dad.” She answered back, also for the millionth time. There was no way she was backing down now. This was her dream. Her Mom then handed her suitcases and she muttered a quiet “Thanks.” “Bye, Honey.” Her parents said at the same exact time, almost like the rehearsed it to get her to stay. “Wait!” She said, almost forgetting her guitar. Sure, she was a singer, but she loved her guitar. It was her baby. Without it, she would be nothing. To anyone else, it was just a simple acoustic guitar, but she loved it more than anything. “Bye Mom, Bye Dad.” She said as they got in the car and drove away.
She then turned around to look at the magnificent school. “Oh, my goodness.” She said as she looked at it. It seemed even more beautiful in person then it had online. Not wanting to waste time, she headed for the long line that seemed to be to check in. Once she made it to the line, she started to rearrange her suitcases. When she was done, the two biggest were on one side, her guitar on her back, and the two smallest on the other side. To anyone looking at her, she must have appeared lopsided, but that was fine. It was how she carried things. Humming to herself, she waited until she got to the front of the line.
Once at the front, she said to the lady “Stephanie Hudson.” After what seemed like forever, in truth it was no more than a few seconds, the lady behind the counter said “Vocal Art, that way.” Nodding her head with thanks, she headed off toward the Vocal Art rooms, excited to see who she would be living with. As long as they did not blast pop from today, anything past the 90s that was considered pop was fine to her, they would get along great. If not, well, she would not be too happy. As she walked, she took in all the beauty of the school she would, for now, be calling home.
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Re: J.R. Richardson's School of the Arts | Semi Lit | Accept

Postby 99Problems. » Sun Nov 20, 2011 1:20 am

((I'm doing the descriptions for my characters now, but neither of them are on the front))
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Oh baby, you can find me in the back of
a Ford truck tailgate.

Sittin' 'round watchin' all these
pretty
things, gettin' down in that
Georgia clay.

And I'll find peace at the
bottom
of a real tall
cold drink, chillin' to some
Skynyrd or some
old Hank.

Lets get this
thing started,
it's
my kind of party.

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Re: J.R. Richardson's School of the Arts | Semi Lit | Accept

Postby rinslet walker; » Sun Nov 20, 2011 2:56 am

All my life I've been good,
But now,
Woah-oh-oh-oh I'm thinkin'
What the hell?

Renesve / Single / Female / Eighteen

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Renesve slowly opened the door of her light blue Bug, stepping out lightly and teetering on her high heels. She lifted her lacy white dress a little bit so as not to step on it and shut the door, feeling a slight vibration through the ground from the force of the slam. She surveyed the grounds quickly, taking it in with her deep multicolored gaze. Renesve glance down at the small pamphlet she clasped in her shivering manicured hands, cocking her head slightly to the side and pulling her hand up to her mouth. She set her teeth gnawing on a nail, and it took her a minute to realise what she was doing and rip it away.
She took a few steps forward, letting out the breath she had been holding, pulling her confidence out of the Coach bag slung over her bare shoulder, and getting ready to brave this new obstacle course.
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Re: J.R. Richardson's School of the Arts | Semi Lit | Accept

Postby eve-tastic » Sun Nov 20, 2011 3:37 am

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The girl in front of Aimée started chattering away, and Aimée just stood there watching her with her eyebrows raised and a bemused smile painted on her face. Finally, the girl seemed to come up for air slightly, and Aimée shot in a quick smile and a few word. "I'm fine, I just wasn't sure if you were alright." Aaaand... the redhead was off again! Aimée took a moment to listen to her, brown hair falling in her angular face slightly, before jumping in again when Liv paused.
"I'm sure they'll give us a map or something. Y'know, in the packet?" Right. The packet. Smiling gratefully, Aimée received it from the staff in front of her, stepping to the side and allowing another girl to come through and receive HER packet... what was that? This girl had a cat and a dog? Alright, Aimée didn't really care, it was just interesting. "I'm Aimée. I'm here for dance?" It came out as more of a question, and Aimée cursed herself for it. She had to act confident! Of course she was here for dance. What else would she be here for? Aimée couldn't sing to play her life, and she wasn't lugging around any instruments, at least. The first person who saw her slim-but-muscular, leggy build would assume that she was here for dance... she even had the long, ballerina neck!
Brown eyes searching the lawn, they settled on some girl in huge heels and a tiny little dress, a designer purse slung on her shoulder, and Aimée couldn't help but shake her head a little bit at the sight. Aimée didn't dress to stand out. Ever. Well, no. Rarely ever. Her height did that enough, thank you very much, and so she tended towards the side of caution and dressed simply. Dark wash jeggings that looked like everyone else's out there; simple gray ballet flats; and a shirt from Delia's that everyone had. 'Course, Liv was dressed brightly and all, and that was cool. It just wasn't Aimée.
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