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ℳ☺☺ⅾ:Sad
℃ґυṧн:None at the moment
✝αℓкїᾔℊ т☺: Adam

Rhett shook her head attempting to seem like she was OK. She just stood there for a moment, her usual response would be to pull away and find an excuse to leave, so she could go cry alone like she always did when she was upset. But she didn't do that this time. Instead she just leaned into him and let a single tear run down her cheek. But she shouldn't have let that happen, because she knew she wouldn't be able to stop crying after that. She just had to find a way to clear her mind completely. The small shy girl may have seemed terrified of everyone around her. But the truth was she hated being alone, and just like when they first met and she practically cut off the circulation to his hand, Rhett truly liked nothing more than being close to someone, must have been from all the years she had went threw feeling completely alone.

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[wittington xx]

"Wanna make a trade?
Cougar for a snake;
Wanna fall in love?



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She eyes my like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Adam ♫ Scott ♫ Fontaine
♂ / 18 / ♥ / 3rd July, 1993 / clothes: x x x

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"Hey hey hey," he soothed, with a gently hesitant hand on her back, between her shoulder blades. Rhett had her head tucked into the crook between his shoulder and his neck, and he realized with a pang of sadness that Valerie did something far similar. Sure, whatever the two had going on was long over, but during the last while of their relationship, Adam truly thought he loved her. Not the true love that everyone talked about all the time, nothing like that, but he imagined it was pretty close. Her face appeared in his mind then, pale hair and pale eyes, features he wasn't attracted to as a whole, but they looked painfully lovely on her. Heart-shaped face, blonde hair that looked almost white in certain lighting, blue eyes that looked like they belonged to a baby. Of course, people that heart-breakingly beautiful didn't date mediocre guys like him for long, so he was left for a tattoo artist. Or something like that. He felt his eyes water, an embarrassing and very un-masculine action, and he blinked the starting of tears away, snapping out of his lament and wiping his ex from his mindset. "Do you.. want to see the back room?" he asked quietly. He knew that she'd want something to take her mind off, well, whatever she was tearing up about -- it sounded crude, but he didn't know -- and the staff entertainment room seemed like just the thing. It wasn't much, but it could cure just about any emotional malady.

{ back from break! and.. sorry, this is a lot. i'm in a writing mood, to say the least }

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ℳ☺☺ⅾ:Sad
℃ґυṧн:None at the moment
✝αℓкїᾔℊ т☺: Adam

Rhett pulled away. "S-sure" she whimpered her voice cracking as she wiped her eyes. She knew her face must have been a little red, but she wasn't going to cry. She was already a hand full, nothing but a girl with more problems than you can count. But she just noticed that she was only wearing her tee-shirt. It didn't concern her earlier, but now she took note that her bruised and scarred arms were clearly visible. Some where from her clumsiness and always falling. But a majority of the scars were from her father. So only did she have her imperfect dark hair and eyes that made herself conscious but she was covered in things like that, small bruises and scars, but none of them were to serious. The only thing sparred was her freckled face, thankfully so she didn't completely scare everyone who walked up to her.

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[yuki,]

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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - { . I ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ

{{~ɴᴀᴍᴇ:"Connor James Reed."
{{ ~Nɪᴄᴋ Nᴀᴍᴇ: "I dunno... Con?"
{{ ~Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: "I'm a guy."
{{ ~Aɢᴇ: "Eighteen."
{{ ~Hᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ?: "Lived in the city my whole life."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - { . Tʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ

{{ ~Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: "Natural dark brown."
{{~Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:: "Vibrant sea blue."
{{ ~Bᴏᴅʏ Mᴏᴅɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs: "Nada."
{{ ~Dɪsᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Fᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs: "My eyes."*
{{ ~Cʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ Sᴛʏʟᴇ: "Something like this."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - { . Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ

{{ ~Cʀᴜsʜ: "I like to get to know someone before crushing on them."
{{ ~Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: "Straight as a post."
{{ ~Bᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ/Gɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ: "None. I'm single."
{{ ~Ex(ᴇs): "Penelope. But I don't think I'll be seeing her around anytime soon."
{{ ~Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ: "My grandfather; Joe. And my dog; Hunter."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - { . Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ

{{ ~Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
If you've just met him, Connor seems pretty lost in himself and broods most of the time. He rarely smiles, unless he's messing around with his pack mates. However, if you know him well, you'll know that he's only the way he is because of past trauma. And, beneath all the hostility is a sweet guy. One who's just looking for someone to trust again.
But, there are many layers to the 'Connor Onion'. And it'll take you more than just a while to peel them all off. There's his calm side. This is basically where he is pretty calm, not caring about much and not really interested in anything either. Basically, the more boring side of him. It isn't easy to communicate with him when he's like this.
But if you get beneath all that, and many other layers, you'll find a truly messed up dude. Connor still hasn't completely dealt with the fact that his parents were killed in a car crash. And he has a short temper if he's in a wierd mood, compared to the patience that he holds most of the time. Connor's quick to snap, and is not afraid to throw a punch. Or two.

{{ ~Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
Growing up, Connor had a relatively normal life. He spent a lot of time with both his parents and his grandfather, the latter of which raised him. When he was 9, Connor's parents were killed in a car crash; hit by a drunk driver. His grandfather was then forced to look after him. For a while, the boy didn't do much other than wake up, go to school, go to bed and repeat the cycle every day. It was like the will had died out of him. But, he's surviving.
{{ ~Lɪᴋᴇs:
- A good book.
- Good music.
- Hanging with my friends.
- Relaxing.
{{ ~Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
- Jerks or b*tches.
- Being reminded of his past.
- Really loud people.
- Being irritated.

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(Sorry it took so long.)

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{ That's fine, accepted c: I will update the list soon. }

[wittington xx]

"Wanna make a trade?
Cougar for a snake;
Wanna fall in love?



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She eyes my like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Adam ♫ Scott ♫ Fontaine
♂ / 18 / ♥ / 3rd July, 1993 / clothes: x x x

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"Hey, hey..," he crooned, wiping away the single tear that had rolled down to her lower cheek with the back of his thumb. Her face was red, he noted, making the freckles along her cheeks all the darker. He liked her, he decided. Not in a romantic way, like a crush. But he liked her in general; she was easy to talk with, and it was obvious that they'd opened up quite a bit to each other. Adam could easily see them being good friends sometime in the future, whenever that may be. "You like car-racing games?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, as he led her by the hand toward the door at the back of the large kitchen.

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ℳ☺☺ⅾ:Cheering up
℃ґυṧн:None at the moment
✝αℓкїᾔℊ т☺: Adam

Rhett smiled slightly, deciding to push it all the thoughts back, far into her mind. She knew they would come back again sooner or later leaving her in the same mess. She shrugged slightly "Probably the closest I will ever get to really driving" she said with a slight chuckle. Elliot had tried to teach her many times before but she always freaked out, thinking that one little mistake and she could be the reason for the death of another person. The thought always sent a shiver down her spine, she knew if that ever really did happen she wouldn't be able to live with herself. She glanced over at their hands, and a nervousness stuck her stomach. Fast moving Rhett who was desperate for someone she could actually talk to, already considered the boy a friend. But she knew she would mess something up, there was a reason she had never really had any friends. She let her browns eyes drop to the floor biting her lip; again in an attempt to go brain dead, to just stop over thinking things.

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[wittington xx]

"Wanna make a trade?
Cougar for a snake;
Wanna fall in love?



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She eyes my like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Adam ♫ Scott ♫ Fontaine
♂ / 18 / ♥ / 3rd July, 1993 / clothes: x x x

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With a playful roll of his eyes, Adam closed his hand around the doorknob that lead to the entertainment room. It was basically a staff lounge, and a little unnecessary for a business this small and unprofitable. But, it was there. As the door creaked, with a small flourish on his part, it opened to what he considered his second home. Two old, lumpy couches that were crazy comfortable, a surprisingly nice tv, and several games. Two racing games, both accepting two players, as well as Pac-Man, a pool table, and air hockey. It was basically paradise. Heading to the fridge, he grabbed a couple bottles of water, tossing one to Rhett. "Well, m'lady, where should we start?" He could sense that she was still uncomfortable, something on her mind -- the way she was chewing on her lip would be alluring any other time, but right then, she just seemed troubled. And the way her eyes kept casting themselves downward, like she was reading something off the carpet.. She needed to be shown a good time, or as good as he could give her.

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Do not post pictures with your RP posts, this is spam.

[wittington xx]

{ it.. alternates.. the gifs? it's not the same picture every time, so technically, no, it's not spam. but if you'd rather, fine }