ᴼᵁᴿ ᶠᴼᵁᴿ ᴸᴱᴳᴳᴱᴰ ᶜᴼᴹᴾᴬᴺᴼᴵᴺˁ // ᵒᵖᵉᶰ & ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ

[saorsa-]

{Let's face it. They are all awesome. xD So much for me having Hanna being the "Ice Queen" at first. One look at any of the guys and she'll melt. xD}

[gizmo,]

(( Hahaha same for Ryder. She's like got the dangerous, rude, sarcastic vibe going on, but one look at any of these guys and she'll be puddy in their hands xD ))

[abeille]

{ Okay. So I've come to a decision for a couple of things.
I can no longer bare to wait for Del and cactus to complete their forms, and because of this; I will have the starting post up some time tonight or tomorrow. I just want you all to let me make the first post. Please. c;
And for any unsettled questions, here we go.
First of all, Everyone at the 'camp' already knows each other prior to them arriving.
And because of the poll, this is how we will be starrting. ~


Everyone, whether it's the girls or the guys, is getting ready for the bonfire. Which will be the first 'big' thing that happens in the role-play.
So when we begin, have your character getting ready for the bonfire. ;u;


And I believe thats it. Be looking forward to a starting post today or tomorrow.

[saorsa-]

{Sounds good to me. c: For a second, after you posted, I was looking at my posts and was like, 'Who is Arizona? I thought all the slots were filled?" And then I realized it was you Rosey. xD}

[gizmo,]

(( Yay!! xD ))

[abeille]

Outfit | Female. | Girly. | Fustrated.

Suitcases were spilled open in almost every single space that occupied the small cabin room. A girl, who stood about five foot six, riddled through her clothing, only with hopes to find the most impressive outfit for the bonfire she was attending tonight. Beside her, an average sized golden retriever wagged his tail eagerly, his only desire to discover the direct reasoning for his owner's frustration. It was a mutual confusion between the human and the dog. The girl wasn't positive as to what it was she would be wearing and the dog was rather worried as to why it was his darling human was in such a panic. Miley, the girl, sat down. The new, and unwanted sensation of defeat washed over her like a warm hot shower on a mid winter's night. "It's no use you doodle dog you. I officially have nothing presentable to wear." A heavy, sorrow-filled sigh drifted from her mouth and the girl gingerly picked up her glasses from atop a heap of now fairly wrinkled clothing. She placed them on her face, wrinkling her nose so that the fit properly. "You must understand this only happens to me, right Marmalade? Every time we attempt to do something social, it back-fires." Miley looked over at the dog, seeking resolution in his golden honey colored coat, but the weary dog was no help, and he could find no reassurance for her, so optioned for laying his head onto her lap. It was a gentle gesture, and it did succeed in causing the girl to laugh. Pulling herself up from the cabin floor, she silently sauntered into the bathroom, the clicking of nails on the hard wood floors behind her indicated her beloved canine had decided to follow her as she brushed her teeth.
When she had finished going through her toiletries, and refreshing her earlier showered body; she turned around to stroll out of the bathroom. Marmalade still followed at her heels. She reached over and patted his head, a smile illuminated her weary face. With an undecided outfit covering her tan body, Miley glided across the halls of her cabin. And into the room where her dear friend Hanna was staying. She spotted the other girl sitting on her bead, and she hurried over to her. The dog sat in the doorway, far too baffled to follow his master into the room. He gave an unsure wag of his tail, and then stumbled away, in search of maybe food. Ignoring his absence, the girl looked to her friend expectantly, a hand on her hip. "What do you think of this? Um, the outfit." her fingers brushed against her pale un-glossed lips. She tried to smile, but she was unsure. And if anybody could resolve her semi-crisis, it was Hanna.

{{ A couple people said the same thing Silver. But I just decided I wanted to use my original username again. And so I did. c: }}

[gizmo,]

(( I was just as confused, but then I realized it was you like a minute later xD ))

Ｒｙｄｅｒ || Ｔｈｒｅａｔｔ

❝Wʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪғᴇ I ʟɪᴠᴇ?
I ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ
-ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ-
ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs...
ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ!❞

Outfit | Female | Tomboy | Curious

Suitcases littered the floor. Music blared out the speakers on the side table. A large Akita Inu was situated on the full size bed in the middle of the room, taking up most of the space. A brunette, around the height of 5'5, sat at the desk glued to her laptop. Once this vacation actually started, Ryder knew she'd have to put away the computer and keep it away, so she used it while she still could. She knew the others were getting ready for the bonfire, picking out outfits and whatnot, but she was just going to where what she had on. Why fuss over what to wear to a fire? She didn't see the logic in that.
Ryder was, most could say, different than most girls. A tomboy, was what she was. Girly wasn't in her vocabulary, nor did she take well being refereed to as one. She didn't have anything against them, she just considered herself as more the opposite. Finally, when she glanced at the again, she stood up from the chair and walked over to her bed. Giving her dog a pat on the head, Sasha then responded by licking profusely over and over. Rolling her eyes playfully, Ryder went to go see what the others were up to. She soon found Miley just entering Hana's room for outfit advice apparently. Chuckling to herself softly, she stopped in the doorway and knocked on the open door to announce her presence. Hey chicas. Nice outfit Miley she told her with a smile. She leaned against the doorframe, glancing at the time on her phone. We don't have much time. It's almost time for the bonfire she alerted the girls, in case they wanted more time getting ready.
To Ryder, she never understood why girls fussed over their appearance so much. She could just throw whatever on, leave her hair natural and be fine. Though she will admit that her hair was naturally wavy and always shiny and silky, and her eyelashes were long too. Though she did wear makeup - she had nothing against that, for every girl needed makeup. She almost laughed at the absurdity of the thought. Glancing down at her shorts, t-shirt and vans, she wondered if she was underdressed. Though she had on a necklace, earrings and rings, she figured the jewelry upped it a little. She might as well get their opinion though. Without saying a word, she stepped to the middle of the doorway and gestured to her outfit, a questioning look in her eye. Even if they said it was terrible, she doubted she would actually go change.

[indefinite.]

{{ i changed molly's breed to a golden husky mix and her name to sophie c: writing my post now. }}

[abeille]

{ Okay Deffs. I'll change it right now. c:
And I can't wait to see your post. They're always mesmerizing.

[gizmo,]

(( I agree Arizona, or do I still call you Rosey? Meesa confused. Anywho, I agree. Your posts Deffs, are always AHmazing ))