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[Brightpaw]

~> So put another record on
Kiss and lead me on
Nothing really matters when we're dancing
Listen to the same sad song playing on repeat
Cause every time we come this close,
My heart skips, skips a beat <~

Jace Wayland || Single ||Happy ||

Jace wrapped his arms around her back and smiled into her hair as he hugged her. If his friends could see him now they'd be laughing their heads off at him. Or calling him "LadyKiller." as always.

[peachie.]

Calla found her heart thudding againest her rib cage. What was happening to her? She had never felt like this before. She stood there in his arms unsure of what to do next. She breathed in and smelt his colonge, it smelt amazing.

[wittington xx]

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↳ ( Adam Fontaine ) ( 18 ) ( Male ) ( The Softy ) ↲

h e l p . i ' m . a l i v e

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{{ ~ɴᴀᴍᴇ:"Adam Scott Fontaine, nice to meet you."
{{ ~Nɪᴄᴋ Nᴀᴍᴇ: "Just Adam's fine with me."
{{ ~Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: "Pretty sure I'm male."
{{ ~Aɢᴇ: "Eighteen. I'm legal, baby."
{{ ~Hᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ?: "I moved here from France when I was 10 with my dad after my parents split."

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{{ ~Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: "I'd say it's kinda chocolate-y brown."
{{ ~Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:: "A blue-ish green kind of hazel. I hate them."
{{ ~Bᴏᴅʏ Mᴏᴅɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs: "I've got 9/16" plugs for my ears, and a koi tattoo on my right side."
{{ ~Dɪsᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Fᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs: "Well, I've got a bunch of scars on my elbows and knees from skateboarding. And I'm skyscraper tall. Six-two."
{{ ~Cʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ Sᴛʏʟᴇ: "Well, I'm not a sweatervest and tie kind of guy, that's for sure. Jeans, sneakers, tanks and shirts."

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{{ ~Cʀᴜsʜ: Rhett. Sorta. He falls a little too fast.
{{ ~Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: "I'm 100% heterosexual, but I've got nothing against anyone who's not. You're gonna love who you wanna love."
{{ ~Bᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ/Gɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ: "I'm painfully single."
{{ ~Ex(ᴇs): "There's probably about twenty, but the ones that hurt were Valerie and Dahlia."
{{ ~Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ: "My dad, Jack, and my mom Anneliese. They've been divorced for half of my life. As far as pets go, I have two. There's my cat, Jude, and she's a sweetheart. Then there's Einstein, named for his mustache, who's about three months old now."

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{{ ~Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Adam, in more ways than one, grew up too fast. He's that thoughtfully-quiet kind of mature about half the time, normally when by himself or when around his dad. With friends, though, he normally acts his age -- he's the definition of fun-loving and the epitome of party animal. He's open and friendly with acquaintances and even strangers. Adam can be the sweetest, most romantic guy when he wants to be, being both heartfelt and protective around females. Sometimes a little too protective. Brave, too, almost to the point of impuslivity. He'd run into a burning building if it meant saving a life. On most occations, he's a little too selfless; he'll let someone else take the cherry from his ice cream, his last piece of gum. He'll pay the check at the restaurant, dice the onion for you. He's a hard worker, sure, but he does it because he's so self-loathing. To him, it's his fault that his parents split. That his dad lost everything in the divorce. Adam is your shoulder to cry on, there to help you up when you fall. And nine times out of ten, it's out of kindness. The other 10 percent, it's because he feels responsible.
{{ ~Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Adam was born in Honfleur, France, while his newlywed parents were still deciding where to settle. When he was 9 years old, his parents started to argue quite a bit more, and they divorced a year later. Jack Fontaine, who has quite a bit of Italian lineage, won full custody of his son, but lost near everything else. The two men moved to the US, where Adam's dad took a job at a tech support place, and they got to their feet in a couple months. He still feels responsible for his parents' divorce, though, and he took up smoking at 16. Troubled-youth faze.
{{ ~Lɪᴋᴇs: "Well, I like lots of things. Rabbits and cats, obviously, since I have one of each. France is my home country, and I love anything to do with it. I'm pretty good with skateboarding and guitar, and 80's new wave is my favorite music genre. Barbecue, little kids, reading, the color blue, energy drinks, writing, tea, travel, girls, and snuggling."
{{ ~Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: "Most of 'em have to do with people. Guys who don't treat girls right, impoliteness, gossip, prejudice, cliches, and people who act like they don't have dignity. Oh, and religious prudes. Nothing wrong with religion, but goody-two-shoes people drive me up a wall."

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[Brightpaw]

((IPod means no nice fanciness on post ))

Jace smiled at the sweet smell of her perfume wafted into his nostrils. He let her go and sat down in the grass, thankful that it was dry. He patted the ground next to him, and grinned crookedly at her. He was a charmer, and he always had been, always would be.

[peachie.]

{ it's okay C; }
Calla sat down beside him slowly. The grass was soft underneath her fingertips. She flicked her blonde hair behind her shoulder. Her blue eyes watched Jace. She was unsure what to say. Now her shy side was coming out. She hated breaking such a loud silence.

[Brightpaw]

Jace stared out at the lake. "It's so peaceful." he said into the hushed silence. His fingertips trailed along the grass and over her hand, tracing her fingers. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Your so sweet." he told her secretively.

[robb]

{Alright sorry about that everyone I had to go out for a few. @wittington xx accepted ^.^ I will edit the list later *Is super lazy*}

[peachie.]

Calla blushed. She stared out at the lake. The way the sun shined down on the water made the water shine brightly. The wind was light and refreshing on this hot summer day.

[Brightpaw]

Jace stared at two kingfishers darting over the lake. "Nature fascinates me." he admitted, watching the two. "Because one minute they're in love the next one eats the other." he added. Describes his own relationships then, he thought to himself.

[mint.]

{ to Elliot }

Macy Kaet -Lynn Louise

↳-- ѕтop looĸιn' aт мe --↲

nervous- { мood
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park- { place
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nobody- { crυѕн

Fumbling with her scarf dangling around her neck, she nodded. "Hey" She tucked her hair back though it fell back in place again, framing her lightly-tanned face. Wrapping her hands around her camera, she looked down, slightly embarrassed by the fact that she was a photographer.

Indeed she loved the art of taking-pictures, and capturing moments, but, she was often hesitant to express her talent in this area.

Suddenly, she stuck her hand out. "Hello. I'm Macy" She nodded, smiling weakily, surprised at her own actions. Normally, she didn't approach boys, or do risky moves like that. What was going on? But something made her curious about him. His eyes, it made her curious, plus you wouldn't find a photographer like that in NY.