this is our ungodly hour ;; open

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form belongs to mint. // for her use only



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anchorage - noun

the desire to hold on to time as it passes, like trying to keep your grip on a rock in the
middle of a river, feeling the weight of the current against your chest while your elders
float on downstream, calling over the roar of the rapids, “Just let go—it’s okay—let go.”

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name: simon lancaster
pronunciation: sahy-muhn lang-kas-ter
nickname: n/a
age: eighteen
gender: male
first thought: hard-working

hair color: blonde
eye color: blue
skin: tan
height: 5'11
weight: 145 lbs

good traits: quiet, loyal, friendly
bad traits: too considerate
habits: fidgeting hands
strengths: sports
weaknesses: communicating

theme song: use somebody
fav. song: n/a
fav. food: steak
fav. drink: orange juice
fav. pastime: summers by the lake
fav. movie: n/a
fav. book: n/a
fav. activity: observing nature
idol: none

relationship status: single
crush: none
dating: none
friends: here
enemies: here

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name: ella marie harley.
pronunciation: el-a /
ma-ree / hah-ar-lee.
nickname: none.
age: sixteen.
gender: female.
world: terabithia.


good traits: clever, creative,
determined, honest.
bad traits: indecisive, vain,
careless, clumsy.
habits: messing with her hair.

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hair color: dark brown.
eye color: bluish green.
height: five, three.
weight: one-fourteen.
skin: peachy tone.
built: thin, lithe.


family: parents, sandra and tom,
and sisters, kassidy and trina.
relationship status: single.
orientation: heterosexual.
crush: tba.
friend[s]: tba.

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name: blake julius stonewell.
pronunciation: blayk /
joo-lee-as / st-own-wel.
nickname: none.
age: eighteen.
gender: male.
world: city of bones.


good traits: loyal, daring,
charismatic, courageous.
bad traits: defiant, proud,
reckless, thoughtless.
habits: rushing into things.

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hair color: dirty blonde.
eye color: pale green.
height: five-ten.
weight: one-seventy-five.
skin: pale.
built: muscular.


family: parents, yvonne and noah,
and siblings, loraine and sam.
relationship status: single.
orientation: heterosexual.
crush: tba.
friend[s]: tba.

[charmey]

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» name : joshua chase lindon.
» gender : male.
» age : eighteen years young.
» birthdate : april sixteenth.
» orientation : heterosexual.
» world : camp half blood.
» theme song : weightless.

» height : six feet, two inches.
» weight : around 160 pounds.
» hair : dark brown.
» eyes : piercing dark green.
» body build : he is quite lean
with a nice muscular build.

» main traits : trustworthy,
charming, valiant, reckless,
ambitious, daring, erratic,
loyal, prideful, strategic.
» known to be : the winner.
he always wins. always.

» love status : currently single.
» family : father ares, mother
evangeline, half sister reese,
horse cogs.

» likes : weapons, outdoors,
fighting, competition, leather.
» dislikes : coffee, bulky clothes,
being interrupted, judged, and
questioned.
» dreams : to bring pride to his
father and to olympus.
» fears : never finding "the one",
letting people down, failure.

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[indefinite,]

{{ we're starting c; theyre already at the new world, maybe they arrived a couple hours ago, idkk.
sir solla just finished breaking the news and he's just left, leaving them all in shock. }}

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name: celeste rae sternil
gender: female
age: seventeen years
world: city of bones
kin: back in her world
crush: cody bentley
friends: blake
enemies: none yet

location: the clearing
doing: pondering
mood: dumbfounded
tagged: blake, everybody

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-----runes dressed her arms, like any normal shadowhunter, however, you couldn't see them. not yet anyways. she wasn't the type to wear leather to cover it. she wore nothing but a skinny strap tank and demin shorts. this cute outfit suited her fancy walking down the streets, getting guys to swoon over her appealing looks, the dogs they were, but tonight it would not. she would be freezing. maybe if she had known where she was going she would have packed warmer clothes, or clothes at all. and maybe if it had been snowing back in new york she would have worn a jacket and jeans. but no. it seemed nothing went her way. today or ever.
-----celeste sat on a boulder further into the tree lone of the clearing. her knees were pulled up to her chest, skinny little arms draped across them. probably no one but her and blake stonewell could see her runes, the most distinct a healing one on her forearm. she was practically clinging his side; blake had come here with her from the city of bones through the little wardrobe portal thingy; the only piece of furniture in this whole forest. great. tumbling through it, she heard some kid named benson foster exclaim, "amazing. this is just like the wardrobe the first sons and daughters of adam came through to get to narnia!" and she also heard some other kid mutter they didn't care, and another wail because they'd fallen out onto a rock. in those first few moments, celeste had already wrapped up a conclusion about her peers: they were weak. but then again celeste was petty and bitter and judgmental. she was opinionated and often drew her own conclusions far too quickly. a conclusion that could be drawn about her was that she was a beach.
-----her coal black hair was straight and draped down across her back; like this, it was sort of her safety blanket, but this still gave her no reassurance. the news had dropped like a bomb on her: she wasn't going home. no one was going home. and although her normal image of the down and dirty, nothing phases me tough girl was still in the back of her mind, another thought drifted into view: i know no one here. hardly even blake and we were just neutral back in new york. so she bit her lip and broke the silence that had fallen amongst the other nine. "blake? i think we ought to lead the way to survival one o one camp." it was just like celeste to want to take charge.

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name: benson miles foster
gender: male
age: seventeen years
world: narnia
kin: back in his world
crush: ella harley
friends: celeste
enemies: none yet

location: the river
doing: worrying
mood: flustered
tagged: courtney

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-----benson had fallen short of any excited emotions since sir solla had dropped the news. before then, he'd figured this had been all one big adventure. like heros in stories, ben thought they were being called to action to help with a mid-life crisis. he thought he'd be going home afterwards. he'd been enthralled by the idea of there being more worlds than the one he knew of: terabithia, city of bones, hogwarts... all of it. he couldn't get enough. wip

[Brittle]

let's do this thing <33

wip

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name: cody bentley
age: seventeen years
gender: male

world: hogwarts

crush[es]: none yet
friend[s]: amelia bryant
enemy[ies]: none yet

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he's in shock, he hears distantly. he'll get over it.
no, i won't, he wants to scream, but someone else cuts him off.
cody! oh god, he's fading. cody! cody! the person calling his name- a girl, cody realizes- grasps his rapidly disappearing arm. he wants to hug her; to tell her it'll be okay; to kiss her just one last time. but he couldn't have, even if they pretended they weren't in a big fight, and that addie hadn't jinxed him and left him hanging by his ankle for hours. he tries to reach out to her, but his arms are like lead weights; his lips laden with rocks; his chest squeezed by an invisible foot.
just when the pain, the fear, become unbearable, everything goes black. at first, cody thinks he's dead, as he can't feel the crushing weights anymore, and he can't see, can't hear.
but he can think, and that's how he knows he's alive. he knows because a dead man, a single soul that belongs to no body, cannot possibly love. yet, the affection for addie is almost as suffocating as the fading had been. it felt as though a hundred elephants had run across his face and chest and hands, and suddenly cody rolls over. he pukes into the grass quietly, wipes his mouth, and pukes again. as his stomach heaves, cody's wand digs into his leg, and the boy pulls it out, blinking in pain.
what in the name of... cody's sentence trails off as he spots a group of people further off, and he scrambles to his feet, fighting hard not to cry out at the pain in his abdomen. quickly, wand drawn, cody moves toward a girl who looks like the group leader. a curse prepared on his lips, cody inquires, who are you? what is this place? where did hogwarts go? where's- what did you do to- how- he cannot speak anymore. instead, cody just settles for glaring at the small brunette in front of him.

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name: felicity green
age: sixteen years
gender: female

world: wonderland

crush[es]: none yet
friend[s]: belle vence
enemy[ies]: none yet

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she stretches out her fingers to trace her mother's portrait of the red queen, following the contours of the face, the hard, cruel eyes, the corners of the mouth tilted downward in displeasure. as she watches her hand, it begins to fade; felicity isn't fazed. instead, she cried, oh! how curious.
an odd tingling feeling crawls up her arm, and begins to spread to her legs, chest, and face. as the tickles spread throughout, she hears a cry, and looks around. in the mirror she can see bell, and she gasps as he disappears. suddenly, everything goes black. wip

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age: fourteen
world: terabithia
friends: ella
enemies: none yet
crush: none yet

location: forest's edge
speaking: ella
feeling: awestruck
tagged: ella [s], celeste
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xxxxxxxaidan's first thought is amazement.
xxxxxxxwe're actually on max's island? as in, where the wild things are? aidan knows that book. oh boy, does he know that book. to be honest, it's his favorite book in the world. no teenage dystopian novels for him, nor cheesy supernatural romance stories. no, his book, the one that has a hold on something deep inside him, is where the wild things are.
xxxxxxxsure, they're in a bit of a jam now, he and ella and all these other kids around his age - older, most of them - being trapped in a world with total strangers and all. but this is exciting. this is what he's dreamed of for so long. finally, a world to his own! the fact that he might never see his family again doesn't perturb him in the least. his parents, actual rocket scientists, have never understood aidan's natural creativity. but that hasn't stopped him from dreaming, and never will. because that's what aidan has going for him: an imagination and an artistic talent that lets him, more often then not, bring his daydreams to the page. here he's free to do as he wishes, pretty much nonstop. obivously there will have to be breaks for the bathroom and such, but aidan would rather not think logically right now. he needs to enjoy this while he can, because someone out of these many serious-looking people is sure to bring his joyful dream crashing down around him. back to reality.
xxxxxxxback to the important part: he's on max's island! his second reaction, which follows the initial stunned silence among the group, is to explore; to go find things, to discover what's in store for them in their new home. he's not worried about trouble. would sir sol-something have let them here to be eaten by, say, rabid wolves? he thinks not. but then someone close to him starts talking, and her rather obnoxious tone brings aidan back to earth. "...i think we ought to lead the way to survival one-oh-one camp."
xxxxxxxaidan doesn't really feel the need to do that. survival? not exactly his piece of cake. some of these other kids, like the girl who'd spoken, needed to lighten up a bit. at least ella would be with him. he knew her casually, but not well enough to call her a friend. they lived on the same street and had for as long as he could remember. there was an age difference - he was fourteen, and she was sixteen - however he was only one year behind her in school due to his august birthday. still, they got along well, and chatted on occasion they randomly met in the neighborhood. but he never would have taken her for a dreamer like him. sure, she seemed a bit distracted at times, but who isn't? obviously, though, she must have an imagination wild enough to rival his own if she'd been brought here. "hey, ella," he says, voice rushed as always, speaking as if in some big hurry when in reality there was none. "wanna go explore?" he says it loud enough to let miss survival one-oh-one hear him. he doesn't want to provoke an argument, but he doesn't want a total stranger taking over, either. besides, him and ella checking out the island isn't a bad idea. they would be able to find possible spots pon which they could build a treehouse or whatever. who knew what was out there?

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crush ; cassie | friends ; felicity | enemies ; blake
location ; tba | doing ; tba | mood ; inquisitive
tagged ; felicity

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━━━ at times like this, he thinks of things that are impossible. impossible, such as teaching a legless man to dance. quiet honestly, he figures he can do that. like, having the guy have strong enough arms to hold himself up as well as using his hands to create the tapping sound. then go on to become the world's best tap dancer without legs and it will become some new ━

“ i want to explore ! ” he states boldly, cutting off his train of thought. he was growing eager and bored anyways. he arrived here an hour ago, with the clothes on his back and felicity.

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world: city of bones.
age: eighteen years old.
gender: male.

friends: celeste.
crush: none atm.
enemies: belle.

location:the clearing.
mood: cautious.
doing: familiarizing himself.
tagged: celeste & cody.

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xxxxxxx blake was anxious - rather weary even, as he stole heavy glances around at his new surroundings, as if trying to fully comprehend the unusual situation. frozen green eyes surging from the tree line to the frames of the group of strangers. the mysterious man from earlier had noted that they were currently on an island, max's island, the place where the wild things are - or where they use to be. he'd remember, years into his youth, when his mother would read the imaginative child's book to him before bed, always followed by vague dreams of a faraway jungle ruled by towering beasts. however back then, he hadn't thought might of it, nothing more than a ludicrous bedtime story. who would have imagined that blake would have literally been transported onto the make-believe island - and through a transportation wardrobe no less.
xxxxxxx it'd been a burdensome twist of the reality that blake's mind had long familiarized itself with. and truthfully, he's never been one to approve of sudden, unexpected turn of events.
xxxxxxx he distractedly recognized the presence of celeste, a fellow shadowhunter, beside him, and felt a tug of gratitude toward the fact that there could be some sort of acquainted stability in the otherwise utterly unknown world - even though their awareness of each other had been rather lacking. however on the other hand, it also meant that they both were stranded there for a lengthy amount of time or, most likely, forever. those thoughts themselves were rather depressing as they glided through the voided space inside his mind.
xxxxxxx a silvery hilt dug painfully into the palm of his hand from his strained grip, and blake vaguely realized that he'd still been holding onto one of his seraph blades, this one still slightly aglow with tiny runes forged by strong hands. his body stood rigid, almost ready to pounce if a threat were to leap at him. and frankly that was exactly the thing he expected on their mission right before stumbling into the new location. he'd also been decked out in the typical black shadowhunter attire, fit to his style with the rip-sleeved leather vest, dark-washed jeans, heavy reinforced boots, and strapped with gear, which - under the new conditions, will most likely do more harm than good. and having already gained a sense awareness from those around him, blake could sense a tense perplexity within the group.
xxxxxxx blake could easily hear his name being called, causing him to quickly peered over at celeste in question as she merely voiced her asserted suggestion. he open his mouth, as to voice his affirmation, when the sudden appearance of another teen approaching them in feverish strides caught him slightly off guard. the boy came to a stop in front of celeste, stance nearly threatening, before voicing his accusations in rapid fire. blake had to use a quick second to recover from his surprise before deciding to act. "hey, buddy, would you just calm down for a second?" he asked, stepping up beside celeste. blake eyed the other boy's wand carefully and readied his own weapon - just in case a fight were to break out at the moment. "she's not the one you should be angry with."