dead D: - please lock

[dandelion love]

{Chelsie, could Bryn have a crush on Damon for drama? ^^}

|| Sure, but Damon isn't the one for relationships. He is more of a have fun type of guy. LOL! ||

[indefinite.]

{{ reserve me a female from infinte and a male from evermore? thanks burn! }}

[saorsa-]

[[Is it possible to reserve the final Female Runner spot for Infinite? Thanks!]]

[apathy,]

[ Burn, I could always delete Corey and make another guy if you wanted me to. ]

[ Lastly, don't forget Dawn has a crush on Light. xD ]

[saorsa-]

[ "I have no time for anything but survival. I will survive." ]

Jʋsт тнɛ βαsιcs
Name: Hanna Brooks
Gender: Female, obviously. "With a name like Hanna, what were you expecting?"
Age: 17 "I've walked this dreadful Earth for 17 awful years. But in those 17 years, I've learned quite a bit."

αвσʋт мɛ
Family: "They are all long gone. I am all that is left. No need to bother me about them, it will just tear open old scars and dredge up bad memories."
Crush: None. "Ha! As if."
Relationship: None. "Why would I want to date someone in a time like this? Besides, I keep my heart under lock and key."
History: Hanna's parents met long before all of this happened. They met in a small cafe called Hanna's, which is what they later decided to name their daughter. Her mother was a New York businesswoman, her father, an unlikely artist. They somehow managed to fall in love, despite their large differences. Hanna's mother found out that she was pregnant before the couple'd even gotten engaged. Horrified about her parents finding out, she begged Jack to ask her to marry him, although she didn't really specify why she wanted to get married in such a rush. After much poking and prodding, he finally agreed, and they set the date of their wedding. That date arrived, and they were happily wed, but that night, Hanna's mom let it slip that she was pregnant. Thinking that the pregnancy was the only reason that she wanted to get married, Jack was horrified, and threatened to leave. She begged him not to, and he agreed to stay until the baby was born, on the strict agreement that the child would be put up for adoption. But as Mary's belly grew, so did the tensions between herself and Jack. Several times she threatened divorce, but somehow they always seemed to work through their problems, until the fateful day of May 12th. Mary and Jack had fought for a long time the night before, something that was forgotten as soon as their heads hit the pillows. But in the middle of the night, Jack woke, checked to make sure his wife was sleeping, rose, packed his things and left. Despite Mary's efforts to track him down, she never heard from him again. Two days later she went into labor at a nearby hospital and gave birth to a baby girl, whom she named Hanna.
So it came to be, that Hanna never knew her father, and barely knew her mother, because as soon as she was well enough to go back to work, she did so, throwing herself into her job with an intense passion. She got home, late and tired, often falling asleep without even checking on her daughter. Honestly, Hanna reminded Mary so much of Jack that she couldn't bear to be around her child. A nanny was hired to raise Hanna after Mary's mother fell ill, unable to take care of her granddaughter any longer.
When Hanna was six, her mother was killed in a plane crash, and she was sent to live with her Great Aunt, in a large manor house in the country. She enjoyed her time there, and learned to ride horses. But most importantly she learned how to scavange, how to forage, how to gather. She was introduced to one of her many cousins there, and they sparred constantly, making her equally skilled with weapons. Hanna enjoyed climibing the trees in the forest, and the days spent at her Aunts house were some of the happiest of her life. Her Aunt passed away when she was fifteen, but she remained at the house with the other family that lived there. When the flood came, everyone but Hanna was wiped out.
Member Of: Infinite "I am a loyal member of the Infinite gang. I'd like to see you try to convince me otherwise."

αʋтнσr's ιиғσrмαтισи
Level of Activity: I am usually on every day for several hours. I spend a lot of time on the computer and try to get on as much as I can. Although, in the remaining weeks of school, my teachers have decided to pile on the homework, so I have not been as active as I usually am. I still try to find time for CS, but often times I am working late on homework and such. I am sure that once school is over, I will have more time. I certainly have a good amount of time during weekends. I am also able to get on my phone, but I'd prefer not to post, because literate posting on a phone is quite a hassle, but it does mean that I can keep up with posts I might otherwise have missed due to not being on the computer.
Roleplay Sample: The pain in my chest is still unbearable, even after two days, but it means one thing: I'm alive. I pass in and out of the realm of dark unconsciousness, and I have found that I sometimes prefer that dark world to the real one. At least in that far away universe I don't have to worry about Jax, or what might happen to Jax for what he did, of what Parker will think, or what the Government will turn Jax and I into. I am free to drift on the blackest of waves, lost and alone, but not disturbed. Every now and then I come to; fingers of light glancing off the surface of the obsidian waves, blinding me with their brightness, pulling me back to the surface, back to a world which holds nothing for me, nothing except the promise of painkillers and antidepressants, the light pulls me back into reality.
Reality has become something that I no longer know how to face. The pain in my chest is a current reminder of what has happened to me, and when the pain fades, the doctors claim that I will always have the scar. They tell me not to worry about the scar though, they talk about it like it is a good thing, a reminder of the Tournaments and how I won. Only...I didn't actually win, Jax saved me, I have no idea how though, because; a. no one has come to see me since they pulled us out of the arena and b. two winners from different sectors are expressly forbidden. I am afraid to bring up the subject with my human doctors, because there is always the possibility that the government cut out that part from the filming, and asking about it would only send Jax and I into a deeper spiral of trouble.
So I have the pain, the scar, and the memories, all things enough to last me a lifetime. A very small, almost miniscule part of me wishes that Gabrielle's blow could have caused my death. If it weren't for Jax, whatever he did to get us both out of there, the human doctors and the machine ones, I probably would be no more than a memory, something to tuck away in the back of your mind, and idea, a ghost. I would be dead. But I'm not, so I keep telling myself that I just need to suck it up and get on with life.
Needless to say, it is kind of hard to "get on with life" when you have a living reminder of the fact that you were stabbed by one of your fellow competitors, from the same sector, in order to save the boy you loved, the very same boy who hasn't come to see you since you bled out onto his hands. Charming, really, I know.
But I suppose that now I've thought it, I might as well clear things up. I love Jax Woods. I can't live without my dark haired, blue-eyed boy. Life without him seems remote, desolate...No, it seems more than that, it seems impossible. He is the reason I am lying here, on this lumpy hospital cot, locked in a room devoid of color, hooked up to several beeping machines. I guess you could say that it is partly my fault as well, it's not like he asked me to step in front of him just as Gabrielle tried to stab him; no, I did that of my own accord. Gabrielle and I could have won it, had I let her kill Jax. We are, no were, I keep forgetting she is dead, from the same Sector; the East.
Even the strongest of sleep inducing, pain killing drugs can not wipe away that memory from my inner eye. I can still picture the moment as clearly as if I'd watched on one of the government's crystal screens. It was the fifth morning in the area, the giant red clock ticking away our time until, if there was no winner, the Masters would send in something to finish us off, officially ending the Tournaments right on time. It had rained for several days, almost nonstop since I first woke, but now the sky was clear and soft, a day that could be described as one pulled from the middle of springtime. Overnight flowers had bloomed up in the forest, congregating mainly in the small meadow that, unbeknownst to the rest of us, would become the final battle zone. For now though, everything seemed peaceful and serene, quiet and content with what had happened during the night. Jax and I returned to the little one roomed shack, walls crumbling, roof barely holding up, but still providing enough shelter to be of use, after scoping out the woods around our designated hiding place. He flopped onto the floor on a heap of tangled blankets, after much protesting on my part, if I might say so myself, leaving me to settle myself on the somehow unscathed old mattress. I didn't really think much of it, but in all my spare time in this awful room, I realized that the Masters had to have placed it there for the competitors use. The thought made my skin crawl. It stormed again that night, our small shack illuminated by streaks of white lightning. Although the noise didn't wake me, Jax told me that I thrashed around for a good part of the night, intermittently calling out for different people. I don't really remember much of that, but I do remember his cool hands on my arm and forehead, his soft voice calling me out of my nightmarish state, his blue eyes, bright in the darkness, close and comforting. I remember waking, tangled in a sheet that I'd managed to grab from the pile of supplies, hair plastered to my forehead with sweat.
I was glad for the dark cover that the nighttime storm provided us, glad that he couldn't see how unkempt I looked, because in that moment, with his blue eyes only inches from mine, with his hand cool and calming on my arm, I'd never wanted to kiss him more. So I took two seconds of courage, drew in a deep breath, closed my eyes, and kissed him. In that split second between our lips touching and him being so still from the shock, a thousand wordless thoughts ballooned into my head. What if he doesn't kiss me back? What if things between us are ruined? But the thing that worried me most, the thing that made my heart ache with such an intense pain, was the thought that by sunset, this boy I am kissing, could very well be dead.
The moment that he started to kiss me back was the moment that I made the decision that would change our lives forever. I knew what I had to do. I knew that a life without him was a life that was not worth living, it was unthinkable, unimaginable, it did not exist. I knew that I had to save him.
I ended the kiss, pulling away with bittersweet reluctance, but moving over so that he had enough room to slide onto the mattress beside me, partly due to the fact that rain was leaking in through the holes in the roof and soaking the floor, and partly because I knew that we didn't have much time left together.
Those last couple of hours were weird for me, I wasn't worried, really, I mean, I worried about whether or not something would go wrong and he would die, but with Jax so close to me, so real, I managed to push all the worrisome thoughts from my mind. I felt like the calm before a storm, when everything is silent and still, recognizing the fact that something disastrous is coming, but simply willing to wait for it to come, to wait for it to pass.
As the sun slowly peeked through the clouds, extending it's pink fingers higher and higher into the sky, Jax and I both realized that we needed to leave, needed to move, to find whoever was left and finish them off, or be finished off ourselves, rather than wait for the Masters to send in some indestructible force to wipe us out.
So we rose, and fled the small shack, leaving behind all of our traces, taking only our weapons, silently acknowledging that we wouldn't need anything else today, because there wouldn't be a tomorrow. I can't say what time it was when we were separated. It was eerie, one moment he was there, walking silently beside me, and when I next turned to ask him something simple, I can't remember what it is that I wanted to ask, he was gone.
Against my better judgement I began to call his name, softly at first, and then louder as I became more panicked. I had to find him, I had to save him, I couldn't let him die, I had told myself a thousand times that if Jax died there would be nothing left for me if I somehow managed to escape this awful place. I felt like I was trying to run through mud, my legs moved too slowly to be of any use, I felt like I was a clock, each heartbeat ticking away the remaining seconds of his life.
I crashed into the small golden meadow, filled with assaults of color, bright and blooming against the sky. He turns his head in my direction as I finish calling his name, having finally spotted him. My distraction gives Gabrielle enough time to make her decision. I see it in the steely gleam of her eyes, the tightening of her muscles as she advances forward, sword in hand. I have no time to think about my reaction, no time to think about him, or me, or anything. I react, throwing myself in front of her blade.
And then: cold metal. Sharp pain. A searing fire, seeping into my veins. A spinning world. The colorless world. The impending darkness. Jax's blue eyes as he looms over me, calling my name. But I'm underwater, I'm drowning, I can't breathe, I'm panicking, I can't. I can't. I can't think, breathe, move, live, hope, love, exist. The ground is cold beneath me, but I can't feel it, I can't hear Jax, I can't feel his hands on the wound that Gabrielle has inflicted upon me. I surface, for the briefest of moments, I hear his voice, calling me back to him, begging me to fight, begging me to stay awake.
I can't fight.
I can't stay awake.
I close my eyes and lose myself in the darkness.

I feel the panic rising in my chest as I relive this memory. I fight against the restraints that hold me to this gadforsaken bed, feel the icy burst of medication as it leaks into my veins. I fight against the darkness, not wanting to lose myself again, but I am too tired. I am tired of fighting. Sometimes I wonder if I should have died.
The soft swush of someone sitting in the chair beside my bed. I turn my head, expecting Lucille, or Anja, or a doctor, and meet instead the blue eyes of the boy I saved. Jax stares back at me, looking pained and tired, while I force a drugged smile. "Hey," I whisper, my voice raspy from lack of use.
"I didn't mean to wake you, sorry."
"I was wondering when you were going to come to visit."
He forces another pained smile, although he tries to hide his weariness, I can tell that he is exhausted.
There is a long pause, a heavy, but not unwelcome silence. I am happy over the moon, due to the simple fact that I am in his presence again. Nothing will ever be wrong again so long as I am with him. Jax's voice breaks the silence, and my disillusioned dream.
"I leave in three days." In the silence that follows, I can hear my world splintering to pieces. He rushes to explain, but my heart rate has increased, and I feel the cold fluids slowly drip, drip, dripping into my bloodstream, I feel the heaviness in my eyelids, and for a moment, I fight it, but then I realize that I want to give in, that I want to be pulled under, I want to forget what Jax has just told me. "Believe me, I wanted to tell you, but they wouldn't let me in, they wouldn't let me see you, I tried-" his voice cuts out as I fade in and out of consciousness. When I next open my eyes, he seems to have realized that I can no longer hear him. He rises from the chair, and I am hit with a wave of inexplicable sadness. I don't want him to leave, not like this, not when I've only said twelve words to him. He takes my face in his hands, looking into my eyes, while I try to form coherent thoughts, and then change those thoughts into words.
Instead, he says them for me. "I love you, Ari. Remember that. No matter what happens, I will always love you. I will come for you." His voice has faded to a whisper. It suddenly seems that all too soon the drugs are claiming me. I try to fight them again, but it is too late, they have taken hold. "I love you, Ari." He whispers again.
If he said anything after that, I didn't hear him or didn't understand him. Once again, I am gone, drifting in the obsidian waves, no longer drowning, but not exactly floating either.

Two full days pass before I am fully conscious again. When I wake, I find myself in a different room, one that looks more like a bedroom and less like a hospital room, the walls are splashed with a pale yellow color. There is a small adjoining room, and to my delight I discover a bathroom. The tub is one of the largest I have seen, and without hesitation, I fill it with hot water, strip down and let the steamy liquid encase me. I am shocked at how thin I have become, not that I was fat before, but this is the thinnest I've ever been. I am nothing by prominent bones and jutting angles. I remain in the bath until the water has cooled to the point where it is chillier than the air, and, with care, I climb out, watching my footing on the slippery tile. Wrapping myself in a plush light blue robe, I leave the bath to drain and head back into the room in search of clothes.
There is a worn, wooden rocker sitting in the corner of my new room. I can picture Anja sitting there, working on her knitting or whatever it is that she does in her free time. Laying over the back of it is what I have come in search of - a white cotton dress. Slipping it over my head is like slipping into spring; carefree, airy, weightless, light, pristine.
I have just finished running a comb through my hair when there is a soft knock on my door. For some reason, I pause, feeling a sinking weight in the pit of my stomach. I come to the conclusion that the unease has been there for quite some time, only intesified by this strange, soft knock.
I open the door and find Jax, watching me warily, waiting for me to react. Deep in my heart I know what this is about. But I wait for him to say it. His face looks pale and pained, his dark hair striking against the paleness of his skin and his white v-neck shirt. He looks even more tired than he did when I saw him before, the shadows under his eyes have deepend, darkened, intensified.
"I'm so sorry, Ari," he whispers, and in that moment, I break, not because of what he has said, or what I know that he is going to say, but because, there was a very small part of me that was hoping that it wouldn't be true. He pulls me into a strong embrace, one that used to make me feel safe, but now I just feel empty, desolate, numb.
"A-all of them?" I whisper against his shoulder, my voice barely audible.
He shakes his head, for just a moment. "You know who they left," he whispers, softer this time, gentler. And he is right. I do know. I know who they have killed, my parents, Madeline and Jack, probably my real dad as well, and I know who they left. They left the one person that I cannot bear to face right now, not after him having to watch me love Jax. But I know that he will forgive me, because that is what Parker does. I don't want his forgiveness, I don't need it. I need Jax, strong and steady, keeping me safe at all costs. I need him like I need air to breathe, like the Earth needs the sun, like the waves need the moon.
I feel the panic, rising, pushing, surging through my chest, calling me, claiming me, taking me against my will. I begin to sob, uncontrollably, and I sink to my knees, still in Jax's arms. He sinks with me, burying his face in my hair. "I'm so sorry, love," he murmurs against my skin. I clutch fistfuls of his t-shirt, trying to save myself, trying to breathe, trying to survive.
How will I survive without him?
Without Jax I am
Broken,
Lost,
Empty,
Ghost,
Hopeless.
Without Jax
I
am
Nothing.

[indefinite.]

{ carolina >> austin << liar }


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{{. Fᴀʟʟɪɴ' Tᴏ Pɪᴇᴄᴇs . . .

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fυℓℓ иαмє } "I'm the girl nextdoor." - Carolina Austin Liar.
αgє } "There's a rule for that." - 17 years old.
gєи∂єя } "Ouch." - Female.
nιcĸnaмe } "Mainly Cal, sometimes Austin."
σтнєя } "I run with Infinite." - An Infinite runner.

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нєιgнт } "I'm not sure height really matters out here..." - 5'7 feet tall.
ωєιgнт } "What? My size not intimidating enough for you?" - 150 Ibs.
нαιя } "Its a light brunette, sometimes called amber." - Brown.
єуєѕ } "Wanna close up?'' - Grey.
cloтнιng ѕтyle } "If the shoe fits." - Carolina doesnt really have a style. Now that the human race is about extinct, isnt it right to care more about food than what you're wearing? Whatever she scrounges up is acceptable attire for her, but when she does find something, she does indeeed try to fix it up a bit. Or she'll just sow up something else. It's a good thing her mother taught her at a young age.
dιѕтιncтιve ғeaтυreѕ } "My eyes I guess." - Almost everyone would agree its her eyes.
вody мodιғιcaтιonѕ } "I'm not that kinda girl." - None.
σтнєя } "I think you about covered it." - Nope.

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ρєяѕσиαℓιту } "I'd hate to talk about myself but..." - What a rare case Carolina is. With both good looks and a sensere personality, many others are naturally drawn towards her. wip

нιѕтσяу } "Well, umm. Quite alot has happened to me actually. Ever heard the saying, 'An pretty face makes an ugly and an ugly makes a pretty'? Not in my family's case. My mother, Lourain Amelia, was a gorgeous brunnette, with long and wavy locks, gentle green eyes, and a smooth slim body. Her personality was even more beautiful, he gentle temperate and kind disposition helped her skip through her love and high life with a breeze. My father, Preston Kinsler, was just as handsome a lad, blonde cropped hair with bright blue eyes. He too ha an easy high school life with his cheeful and foolish personality. But what you don't know about my parents was that my dad got her pregnant at eighteen years old. Luckily, he wasn't the type to just abandon a girl, and so he stuck around, helping Lou out until I was born. They got married when I was two years old and they moved to a town nearby. When I was seven, they announced my mother's second pregnancy. When they found out it was to be a boy, my mother was ecstatic. Bouncing about she always was, and she, hoping for a boy, decorated the nursery for a boy. Then my baby sister Reinna came. At first, my mother was torn; she loved Reinna, don't get me wrong, but inside she only wanted a boy. Reinna was lavished with love from my father, not so much my mother, but she still recieved love.
Then at age of fifteen, Reinna being eight years, my mother was preganet once again. When she received yet another female named Sandra. My mother went ballistic. She took off alone, and while walking down through the mall, and I witnessed her leading another man away, to hook up I presumed. She later explained to me when I admitted I knew her secret that she only did so because she thought my father wouldn't give her boys. Then my mother was preganet again, this time with a boy named Hunter. She never lived to see him born, because she died in birth. I've never revealed her secret, but now I do believe in karma.
Anyways, so life pretty much went downhill after that. The human race began to get extinct, and I'm one of the few left. Fun huh? Now, only me and Hunter are alive." - The past is in the past.
ℓιкєѕ } "Working gets my mind off things, so I like that. I enjoy peering at scenery or perhaps the sky, depending on the day, and most definitely feeling steady ground beneath my feet. The warmth of sand between my toes, the fresh morning breeze... I wouldn't trade it for the world." - Same.
∂ιѕℓιкєѕ } Well for starters, the drunken b***ards -wait, I'm usually one of them-, people who want something but dont want to give it effort, wanna bes -just be yourself people-, and most definitly, my life when it was boring. Also, the situation I'm in." - Same.
яαη∂σм ƒαcт } "What's to tell?" - She used to strive to be a professional motorcross racer, then she got into some freak accident and it ruined her career.
σтнєя } "Meet Dallas." - Her black labrador retriever.

{ dawson >> hayden << miller }


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{{. Fᴀʟʟɪɴ' Tᴏ Pɪᴇᴄᴇs . . .

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fυℓℓ иαмє } "I dont think we've met. I'm Dawson." - Dawson Hayden Miller.
αgє } "I just turned 17." - 17 years.
gєи∂єя } "Epic fail." - Male.
nιcĸnaмe } "Sadly, I go by Dawn." - Can you come up with a better one?
σтнєя } "I run with Evermore." - An Evermore runner.

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нєιgнт } "I am 5'9 feet tall." - 5'9 feet.
ωєιgнт } "All muscle, baby." - 170 Ibs.
нαιя } "Some people say it's unique..." - Black.
єуєѕ } "Brown I guess." - Chocolate brown.
cloтнιng ѕтyle } "Whatever fits best." - Mainly t-shirts, beanies, and jeans.
dιѕтιncтιve ғeaтυreѕ } "My hair." - Definitly his hair.
вody мodιғιcaтιonѕ } "No, I dont do needles in my skin." - None.
σтнєя } "Nope." - No.

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ρєяѕσиαℓιту } "Meet me you son of a biscuit eater!" - Dawson is a guy of mixed personalities. One moment he could he as stern and controled as he ever will be, and the next a small smile will appear on his face, as if it is all just a joke. However, by doing this he may come off as an ass. Its actually true, at times, he and becomes fond of making others annoyed with him. It is as if he is an overgrown, younger brother of yours.

Dawn has a way with words. Just by using larger vocabulary, he can make you feel as dumb as a doornail. However, the good thing is that most of the time he hasnt a clue what the words mean. He's is funny like that. in fact, he lives for bringing a smile to the faces of others. Once a jokster, always a jokster. Other people's laughter fuels him, like a truck.

Sadly though, sometimes that truck runs out of gas and becomes in a sour mood. This happens quite frequently, due to the condition he is presently involved in. When he discovered his unique capability, his personality went downhill. He has furious rages that spurt out of him out of nowhere. The wisest thing for others is to just let him be alone. He likes that, that loneliness. He hates the feeling of having others rely/depend on him.
нιѕтσяу } "I was born to a couple by the names of Trenton Miller and Abigail Miller. I wasnt their first, and I wasnt their last. My older brother's name was Dustan, but he died a few days after my birth from drowning. Yes, when I was born this flood had swept through Indianapolis. Inspite all this danger, my sister was due when I was eleven years old. At the time of her birth, they had decided the rule that individuals over eighteen would be sent into no mans land, so I took care of little Averi. Now, we have grown and are living with Evermore." - As stated to the left.
ℓιкєѕ } "I'm chill with anything." - He really is. Anything lame like anime and pokemon, he's against but other than that he's ok.
∂ιѕℓιкєѕ } "Ehh." - Again, just anime and pokemon.
яαη∂σм ƒαcт } "I guess I can sing." - He has the most smoothest and most angelic voice ever.
σтнєя } "Not that I can think of." - His gelding Forest.

{ hunter >> allan << liar }


{{. NᴏᴛʜɪɴɢGᴏʟᴅSᴛᴀʏs . . .

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fυℓℓ иαмє } "Hunter, silly!" - Hunter Allan Liar.
αgє } "A whole six years! Cal says I'm getting bigger everyday." - 6 years.
gєи∂єя } "Does my hair look long like a girl's to you?" - Male.
nιcĸnaмe } "I get called Hunt alot." - Hunt or, as he likes, The Infinite Soldier.
σтнєя } "Carolina says I belong with her in Infinite." - An Infinite runner, a young one at that.

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нєιgнт } "Umm... Carolina?" - 4'5 feet.
ωєιgнт } "Cal can tell you, can't you Cal?" - 50 Ibs.
нαιя } "Its yellow, like the sun." - Dirty blonde.
єуєѕ } "They're green." - Ivory green.
cloтнιng ѕтyle } "Cal finds them for me." - Whatever could be found.
dιѕтιncтιve ғeaтυreѕ } "Huh?" - His adorable little voice.
вody мodιғιcaтιonѕ } "..." - He's 6!
σтнєя } "Nope." - None.

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ρєяѕσиαℓιту } "Listen up." - wip
нιѕтσяу } "Can't you just ask Cal that?" - See Carolina's
ℓιкєѕ } "Cars. Cars. Cars." - wip
∂ιѕℓιкєѕ } "Being hungry. Cal doesnt sem to know that though, because my tummy is always growling!" - wip
яαη∂σм ƒαcт } "Don't leave me." - He has seperation anxiety.
σтнєя } "Nope." - No.

{{ full credit for these forms goes to h u r r i c a n e. }}

[apathy,]

[ I deleted Corey by the way. You can remove her name, I am still debating if whether or not to make another male. ]

[dandelion love]

|| I added a male to my forms on page two. (:
Also I think these are enough slots, we don't want to many people. (:||

[apathy,]

[ Don't, it'll just take twice as long to fill up spots. I want to start. xD ]

[dandelion love]

[ Don't, it'll just take twice as long to fill up spots. I want to start. xD ]

I'm going to die of editing hysteria. x.x
I also added up your male Choey.
I think as soon as everyone fills in their forms that has posted so far, we can start C: I'm excited :3!
Also, I was thinking of turning this into a novel, this is sort of a test to see how well the plot can shake out.
If any of you would like me to use your exact characters, you can private message me so I don't forget you said so xD

|| Hehe, you called me Choey. xD ||