ｈｏｔ ｃｈｏｃｏｌａｔｅ⊱ always accepting

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(Oh yeah! Sorry I forgot. I will do it in a bit)

{{It's not a problem c: -

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Julia was so intent on trying to chase after her scarf that she almost didn't realize that there was a guy standing in front of her. And even better, he had her scarf, safe in his hands. She stopped as quickly as she could to avoid crashing into the guy, her momentum almost tipping her over. She was like that at times - completely inattentive to her surrounding.

"Sorry about that." Julia apologized, blushing a bit from embarrassment. The last thing she had on her mind that day was causing trouble for a stranger. But apparently the world wasn't on her side that day. She reached out to take back her scarf from his outstretched hands, the tips of her fingers accidentally brushing against his palm. As she loosely tied the scarf back on around her neck, she noticed that the flying scarf had led her to a more open space. And that meant more people. Julia quickly reached up to her sunglasses and slid them on, letting her hair fall down to frame her face.

Julia then realized that she had almost forgotten to express her gratitude. She didn't want to come off as someone without manners. "Thank you for catching my scarf." She muttered out quickly, grouping all the words together so that it was barely understandable. She was extremely awkward when it came to being polite around strangers her own age. Trying to make up for her awkwardness, she smiled and looked up at him. "Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Julia. She introduced herself, stretching out her cold hand.


{{That's it for me today! Try not to post too much guys, since it's a Monday tomorrow. Oh, and one more thing. I'm looking for a mod or two for this RP because I'm a bit busy. PM me if you're interested ^^ -

[parisel]

Name
Charlotte Peterson

Gender
Female

Age
Eighteen Years of Age

Relationship Status
Heterosexual : Single

“Live your life as if there’s no telling what will happen tomorrow,”

Obsessions Winter, large sweaters (any pattern and the softest ones), mittens, any sort of hot tea, big cities, traveling, carnivals, her Pomeranian name Buff, her family, friends, different sorts of clothing, soccer, and relaxation and Christmas music. She also loves chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven - a tradition she does every Christmas break.

High School Life You could say she’s a ‘popular’ – but she hates going by that term. She wears what everyone else where’s – yet she doesn’t do what everyone tells her to do. Charlotte does what she wants, and no one can stop her. Meanwhile, she’ll be friends with anyone she crosses – however, most people categorize her as a popular sweetheart.

There’s never too much to know about Charlotte Peterson.
She’s a carefree girl with a brilliant life ahead of her. Nothing seems to keep Charlotte's spirits from fading once she becomes attached to something.
During the summer her skin looks like fine chocolate – then winter steps forward and her skin turns as white as a snowflake. She easily could be guessed to be a model, however due to her size and personality – she’d never find herself going down that road. Charlotte is a dreamer. Wishing for more than she could ever desire – hoping for the best of her and all the others out there. All she wants is to do is share her joyous attitude with everyone else she passes by on the streets. There’s no doubt she’s not shy – but then there’s that one difficulty called school that seems to put a pause in her life. She might not be the smartest on first term bases – however, when it comes to serious situations, she’ll have the best advice to give to any friend or stranger. Charlotte lives in the present, not the past.

“Never give up on yourself; even when life is at its worse,”

Here's my form for now; I hope it's not too plain. I might edit sooner or later c:

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After a moment of waiting for the girl to take her scarf he could tell that she was probably embarrassed with what just had happen, Ty would probably be a bit embarrassed as well if it was a piece of his clothing that had decided it wanted to take to the sky. He then listened to her calmly and didn't really care that he had saved her scarf, he didn't expect her to say sorry about it as it wasn't her choice to let her scarf free but the wind that was blowing. Ty laughed a bit though as he continued to listen to her, after a couple of moments he then said to her once she had finished speaking,"It's perfectly fine Julia, you don't need to say sorry since it really wasn't your fault your scarf decided to fly. And you're welcome."After a couple of moments of saying that, he wasn't sure if he should also introduce himself or not but he soon decided.

Tyson had decided he would as well introduce himself or otherwise it would be rather rude not to since she had also introduce herself so he said to her, introducing himself,"I'm Tyson but you can call me Ty if you want."It was normal for people to call me Ty since it was a normal and regular nickname he was called, he actually started to force people to call me Ty when he was younger and still did to this very day if they had an annoying voice or just couldn't stop calling out to him. He wouldn't really mind which one the female that had introduced herself as Julia would call him since she didn't seem like the bothering kind, and she didn't have an annoying voice either so that was good as well. But he didn't know how Julia felt about the name, so he was going to let her choose either way.

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Wind was surrounding Violeta, it was rather cold but wasn't as cold as the snow she had practically just laid in on her front yard. Violeta pushed a piece of hair that was in her face behind her ear and looked around, she had passed a couple of old people that had lived on her neighborhood and were coming back from going to the store or getting coffee which made her happy to know they weren't quite as lonely as she was. She let the snow crunch under her feet and heard a couple of dogs barking in the back ground noise as she listened, she could also here some birds that had stayed here as they maybe couldn't fly or just were lazy like some humans Violeta knew and didn't want to go up north.

As Violeta was walking she was thinking of many things, like her homework and her teachers, well she was just plainly thinking of many things that either made sense or no sense at all which was pretty normal for her. Violeta walked a bit and then felt something that didn't feel like snow under her feet...it was ice! Of course she would have to be careful but it was just fun to slide around on it even if it was a bit childish in other peoples opinions, and that was whens he started to calmly slide across it as if she was an ice skater which she wouldn't mind being but it just wouldn't fit her as much as what she wanted to be which was a secret for only herself to know.

Violeta continued to slide on the ice when she felt her foot slip, she gasped as she fell onto the ice and made a scene even though there was very few people around. Of course if anyone popular was around they would make fun of her, but she wouldn't care. She sat there as she was trying to figure out what had just happened or re-run what had just happened, after a couple of moments she burst out laughing at her own stupid mistake she had made. As she sat there laughing to herself, it just proved to people she was rather lonely and an outcast.

[Dragonette_11]

Ｍａｒｋｕｓ☩ Ｚｏｒｏｎ ☩Ｓｔｒｉｆｅ

Hey, well, I'm Markus Zoron Strife. Bit of a weird name, but oh well. It may not appear obvious to some, but I am of the masculine gender of mankind. I am eighteen years old, if you want to know. At school, I'm known as the 'Artist in Despair' or the 'Tortured Artist', if you haven't already heard that is. Now, if my gender wasn't clear to you, I must assume you must be blind. So here is how I look; I am pretty tall, six foot two to be exact. I am well-built and some what muscular, I guess you could say, for I do work out an exercise. I have long, medium brown hair that comes a bit past my brow. To go with that, I have a stubble-formed boxed-beard and heavy eyebrows. I suppose I have a well, matured complexion in general. My eyes are a deep blue, and my skin is a nice, light tan.

[minho]

monroe heydun clemintine is a senior in high school which would make him eighteen. he was born on the day of love, becoming the only child in his family. when you're the only child, you get what you want in a rich family like his own. this made the blonde interested in sports, chess, checkers, and mixed martial arts. basically, monnie is smart, has great reflexes, and is one amazing looking dude. whole package, right? no.monroe does have adhd so he tends to be hyper. in high school he is known as a jock and a popular guy, too. he's straight and strictly interested in girls. they're pretty cool and not his gender. he hangs with dudes but he was born straight. straight. straight. not interested in guys, get i? got it? good. oh, and monroe has not told anyone about his adhd even if it is pretty obvious.

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{{Everyone accepted! I'm surprised we have more guys than girls for once :O -

[minho]

monroe heydun clemintine ; ;

Despite just waking up, the mess of a teenager still felt a pang of tiredness hit him as he sat up in bed. A mirror was hanging directly in front of him on the opposite wall. Sitting up in bed did the trick and reflected his appearance back to him. A blonde pile of hair stuck out in several directions - some matted down and the others doing some funky new hairstyle. Under his crisp, ocean blue eyes were dark bags that promised of rough activities from the day before. The best feature about him was the toned chest of his. Monroe had the skin of what could be a natural tan. He never had to visit a tanning joint and even with winter around, his skin wasn't extraordinary pale. In other words, he did not resemble ghost but an eighteen year old who had it on his good mind to do something with his day. So, after the shower and getting dressed into Family Guy apparel, the jock was more than ready to go out and enjoy a fresh cup of hot chocolate and quite possibly a double chocolate chip muffin. If the pretty boy could not leave this town for a warmer, more alive city, then only hot chocolate could fix his problem. In fact, the nearest coffee joint wasn't all that far from his house. Putting on a winter coat, zipping it up, he stuck his hands in the pockets and ventured outside. Within ten minutes the jock had arrived to the local coffee shop none of that Starbucks crap, gross. He was sitting down near the back with the beverage and delicacy Monnie had thought about earlier. His coat was off, allowing anyone to see his Stewie Griffin shirt. Tomorrow, Monroe would wear his America one...you know? Hetalia? America was his ultimate favorite and Britain followed closely behind. Anyway, New things were occupying his mind now as he sipped the hot chocolate. The song, Ho-Ho-Hopefully was one of them. If you ever searched up something winterous via tumble in google images, some of the lyrics would pop up. The majority of the population thought it was cute but it was actually a song. We go together like the winter and a sweater. Aw, cute.

[Dragonette_11]

{ Well, since I'm lazy and in school, I'll just repost my writing example since its technically like a first post XD

Ｍａｒｋｕｓ☩ Ｚｏｒｏｎ ☩Ｓｔｒｉｆｅ
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An obnoxious, blaring sound came from a house, shrouded in the mist of a winter morning. It sounded only five times, pausing after each note, and then silenced itself.

It had come from the room of a teenage boy, who was, in appearance, very close to manhood. Surprisingly, he answered to the call of the alarm clock and arose from bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The boy's name was Markus, Markus Strife to be more specific. The eighteen year old set to work with the morning routine as soon as his feet hit the cold, wooden floor of his room.

After he ate a plain breakfast, he showered and scavenged through his wardrobe for an outfit. He slipped on a nice pair of jeans, a long-sleeved white shirt, a fitted, soft grey hoodie, and faded blue converse. He also grabbed a second layer to go over his hoodie, a black, worn out leather jacket. Before leaving his room, he also adorned himself in a black beanie hat and black, finger cut-off gloves. After grabbing a notebook and pencil, he headed out from his room into the living room.

Markus found his mother sitting on the couch, watching the news. "Hey," he greeted her, smiling softly as he walked over and gave her a hug. The graying, brown hair woman who shared her son's looks besides their eyes returned the hug, also smiling. "Going out already?" she questioned him after pulling away. "I've got to find some adventure before the break is over," Markus answered with a small laugh before waving good bye and headed out into the bitter cold.

Sucking in the sharp air, Markus happily breathed in winter and set off down a gravel road. His home was on a nice piece of land near some woods, about two acres, and away from bustling neighborhoods, just on the edge of being considered part of an entirely different town. He set down the gravel path to the road, and from there he began to work his way towards town. Within twenty minutes, he has arrived to his planned destination; a small park that was glazed in a layer of snow. Markus sat himself down on an icey, stinging cold bench and took in the scenery with his deep blue eyes, wondering what to put down in his notebook next.

[parisel]

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Mood : Joyous with excitement
What : Looking for a perfect Christmas tree
Where : Small Christmas Tree Farm, within the town
Relationship Status : Single ;; Open
Tagged : N/A

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Enchanted; that’s all Charlotte Peterson could describe how she felt as she awoke this morning. No despicable alarm clocks, no little sister singing irritably off tune as she got ready for school, and questionable enough – no dogs prancing through the hallways with their colors jingling like Santa’s sleigh bells. Only the fortunate sound of the heater turning on was enough to bring a smile on her face as she awakened from her slumber. Thick covers with mountains of pillows had surrounded her small frame – plus one of the softest sweatshirts she owned kept her warm at night. However, all that was gone as she hoped out of her bed and peered out of the window. The sight was the basic description of magical. It was as if the heavens decided to shed a blanket of its thick clouds and drape it over the earth’s crust. A white, thick, sheet of snow seemed to have appeared within the hours of the night – leaving Charlotte’s hopes high as her imagination pushed forward. That single feeling; a feeling of pure joy was all she could describe right now.

A few hours passed as Charlotte managed to grasp on one of the finest fabrics she owned, combining them all into on outfit that fit a day like today. She wore a light tanned cable sweater, twice as big as normal, with dark skinny jeans, and a pair of sharp looking brown boots that came up under her knees. You’d may think this is not much, but it warmers her up within an instant. Making up was placed, her room found spotless, and a leather purse in her hands as she was about to step out the door.

“Darling?” Charlotte found her voice hitching in surprise at the sudden voice appearance. Biting her lip in an un-eased smile, she turned to face her mother – not wearing much more than a white robe wrapped tightly around her waist and pale pink slippers that even Charlotte has borrowed countless times.
“My dear, where on earth are you headed now,” Her mother’s British accent was thick with concern, yet wonder hidden within the depths of her expression.
“Well, since it’s snowing I thought it’d be best to take a walk – “
“Oh of course you can love, however your father was hoping-“
“- To take you out to buy a Christmas tree together,” Charlotte’s own father interpreted in his rather loud American accent as he entered the room. He brushed past his wife, wearing one of those dazzling grins as he placed an affectionate kiss on the women’s forehead.
“Oh enough of that,” Charlotte’s mother protested as she pushed her own husband to the door. “You too can pick out brilliant tree – oh and Charlotte, feel free to explore all you want. This is your holiday after all, am I correct?” With those select words, Charlotte broke into a grin, as she gave her mom a quick hug as she and she farther exited the house.

Within two hours, the duo found the perfect tree just right for household. Her farther instructed he’d take the tree back to the house in his pick-up truck as Charlotte decided to remain to maybe search for her own little Christmas tree for her room. So she decided to explore the decorated trees with shimmering Christmas lights hanging to and throe. What all Charlotte could think was how gorgeous this would be lit up during the evening hours? From there she broke into a smile that couldn’t even match how joyful she seemed right now.

And that’s when Charlotte Peterson’s day begun.

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Ｊｕｌｉａ Ｋｒｕｅｇｅｒ

Julia only became more embarrassed when he told her she didn't need to apologize. Small things like that got her every time. She becomes flustered even when adults tell her the same thing. It was obvious that she wasn't quite the greatest when speaking to strangers.
But Julia quickly covered it up with a small smile, and waited patiently as the boy finished introducing himself. "Again, thanks for the help Tyson." She didn't know which name he preferred, but Julia was used to only calling her friends by their nicknames.

"You're from the school, right? Julia asked, referring to the local high school. The town that they lived in was small, so there was only need for one. She thought that she had seen Tyson from somewhere before.
The snow was still falling, quicker and heavier than before. It looked as though a bad storm was coming. "Anyway, I guess I should be going now." Julia said, with her previous destination still in mind. The coffee shop was only a few more streets ahead. "Maybe I'll see you around school sometime." She smiled quickly up at him, then pulled her coat tighter around her before setting off.

{{Writersblock >.< ... Are you guys okay with there being a big blizzard soon? More snow is always better xD -