Where It Begins (Orphan/Romance RP)

[today i'm alive]

((yeah ok they dont like each other))

[Comicalicious]

(( Alright your accepted(: ))

[average]

We may start. :3

[Comicalicious]

(( Anyone want to start :3 ? ))

[versicolor]

Name--
Mirabelle Louise Delainey

Gender--
Female

Age--
15 years

Personality--
Mirabelle has a kind personality, but perhaps too kind. She has a hard time saying no, and when she does she feels awful about it. She's rather submissive and quiet, she will rarely ever speak out against anything. She's usually okay with going with what everyone else is doing, unless it bothers her to a great extent. She can be quite paranoid when it comes down to it, she's especially afraid of losing her fellow foster children. She has a calm nature and it would be rather difficult to anger her. She tends to be a bit socially awkward, and doesn't always know what to do with herself. She almost always has a warm smile on her face though, despite what she may be feeling on the inside.

Crush--
None

Picture--



[[ Her eyes are an ice blue, and her hair is long, black, and wavy. Her skin is somewhat pale and her face is dotted with freckles mostly over the bridge of her nose and cheeks. She's approximately 5'6" and is rather thin. Most of the time she can be seen wearing a light blue tank top and skinny jeans. Various bracelets decorate her arms and her shoes are always a pair of beat down denim converse. ]]

Other--

[average]

Accepted. ^^;

[antler apathy]

[[OOC: I guess I'll start c: This is suppose to be laid back? Approximately how much writing would that be? ^^; I hope this was somewhere the right amount. . .
Rossy is bisexual, by the way x3]]

The blonde glanced up at the rest of her 'siblings', her hair was matted with sweat, and messily pulled back in to a pony tail in an attempt to cool off. Rossy's eyes were dreary, as if she'd lost the will to move, and she was slouched over, sitting on the hard ground without a care if she got dirty. "What are we to do now you guys? I mean we barely have money, no food, I'm not sure we'll find much free water, and there sure isn't a roof over out head." She asked dimly to the rest of the group, and then buried her head in to her arms. It had been a long night, and Rossy wasn't in the sunniest of moods.

Tobias slowly turned, looking over his blonde foster-mate with concerned eyebrows. She was run down, and didn't seem to be trying to find the brighter side of the situation - at least they were away from the horrible foster home. Toby came forward, and kneeled down next Rossy. he placed a hand on her arm, gripping it firmly, it made him seem calm and collected. Gave him that trait that came in handy in sticky situations. "We've got each other, we can get jobs - some of us are old enough - for now, we'll find somewhere to stay. A cheap motel, someplace easy." He explained to the girl, with serious but calming eyes.

[king_bear]

Name-- Trion. Obvious, nobody knows his name is Trion, because he says his name is Cry.
Gender-- Male
Age-- 16
Personality-- Cry is a little bit a weirdo. He wants to be alone, has much freaky hallucinations, and withdraws much times out of the group. But, from the inside Cry is a very sweet boy, he just doesn't know how to behave like he is. He's bullied very much in his youth, and that's why he's so shy.
Crush-- No
Picture--
Other-- Cry was a time in the establishment, but he escaped. They putted him after that in the orphanage.

[Kites]

Jared was standing up, his hands on his hips. He took a deep breath in, and sighed, tilting his head back. He listened to Rossy.
"What are we to do now you guys? I mean we barely have money, no food, I'm not sure we'll find much free water, and there sure isn't a roof over out head."
Jared turned his head to look at her, his dark hair falling over his face. "Looks like we're going to have to steal. Rossy, you can charm the security guard while I sneak inside and grab the goods. Tobias, you can be my right hand man. Partners in crime", he said with a grin.
He looked over at the young man as he spoke, and shrugged. "I'm still with the idea of being theives. We could rob a bank. We'd be rich." He crossed his arms, and pouted, though he had a mischievious glint in his green eyes.

[average]

[ Accepted. c: ]
[ [ @Gwen: Oh, this isn't really literate. Even just 3 sentences is fine. This RP is a really relaxed one. xD ] ]


Faust cleared her throat. "We can steal some food from gas store, but we are not, I repeat not going to rob a bank. Are you kidding me Jared? We got enough problems on our hands already, and if you get caught we're screwed and you end up in jail." She said this as if she was angry, but in truth, she was incredibly worried. They were already on the run. Plus, the hotel manager and workers would be awfully suspicious of a crowd of dirty teenagers checking into a motel.

Faust nodded her head, as if agreeing with herself. "Alright, you to can steal some goods, but be quick and don't steal anything to bulky. Oh, and don't get caught." She knew the last part was stating the obvious, but Faust felt that it was necessary. Sighing, she twirled a strand of black hair nervously. They didn't have enough money for anything. maybe Jared or one of the boys could steal a car and hot wire it? Then again, it would have to be a van or something like it, considering they had a giant group that would be impossible to fit in a five-seater. Maybe it was a bad idea to escape after all...