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For Bleu, getting out of bed is work. So getting dressed AND getting out of bed, is just plain labor to him.

He ran to his closet. Not knowing what to throw on. He was one of the few, that wasn't affected by the cold as much. He hurried and searched the closet for his van's. He wanted to wear his van's today. The ones that were old. The news would get dirty to fast. For being a boy, he liked to dress nice, dressing nice was this. {The one with the blue button up and yellow shirt.. But, with Van's...} Once he finished putting it all on, he scrambled down the stairs, dragging Ryder with him. Once her made to he kitchen he looked at everyone, "Act natrual?" He said plopping on the couch and making Ryder sit next him. They had 1 minute left before the old guy walked in. Bleu put his arm on the back of couch behind Ryder and fliped the tv on real quick.

New picture of ADDIE!!

[Crazycookiemonster]

Location ~ Freezing my Butt off
Age - Sexy Seventeen
Crush - Got mah eyes on everyone!!!!!
With - Reed and Charlie, and whoever is there
Outfit - Trying to stay warm.
Thought Process - Today is a new day

I hopped down next to them, and pretend to watch TV as the old guy walked in the door. "I don't think you want me to act natural," I whispered to him and Ryder. Acting natural had put them in this position, which honestly could have been worse. I lean back and put my feet on the coffee table, so even if she got yelled at it was for this instead of a kitchen fiasco. My hands were behind my back and I looked over at the Dogs, Charlie was chewing on the bars, teething. "Quit it," I whisper yelled to him, trying to not attract the attention of the dude in charge.

[M'ov]

{ I`m on my nook now so I`ll post tomorrow morning. }

[Pangolin]

[[ Was I accepted? :3 ]]

[вlυenoѕeღ]

{{Yes. Sorry. I'm so focused on my dog. She is patting my cat on the head with her paw, because she apperantly thinks the cats wants a highfive. Haha. poor Fatty. :3 }}

[gizmo,]

call me Ryder
i am a girl
i have no crush
this is my outfit

After being dragged from place to place by Bleu, Ryder was finally seated next to him on the couch when the owner walked in. Everyone was doing as Bleu suggested - acting natural. Almost too natural, like it was rouse, which it was. She continued to watch whatever Bleu had put on, not paying it any attention but rather her mind was focused on the owner as he strolled around, looking at everything like it was an inspection. Morning she finally got out, giving him a small smile. She wasn't known for pleasantries, so she was safe there, thank goodness. Her eyes flickered to the door when she heard barking, no doubt from Addie and......Shiloh? Very faintly, you could hear the beagle contributing in the bark fest the dogs were having out there, obviously wanting inside. She felt bad for them, but there was no way she was moving from where she sat. She already felt like it was obvious that one, they had made a complete mess of the kitchen and two, her and Bleu weren't ready on time. Though she thought her winter dress over her winter leggings and her boots looked good for throwing them on within a minute. She even put on some make up, though not much. Just mascara, eye liner, and some blush. The usual.

(( Haha poor kitty xD ))

[Pangolin]

[[ S'okay, my cat was laying on me the whole time I was filling out my skelly. XD Anywho, how should I start? ]]

[moon.]

|| Wooo! Finally finished. :3 ||

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ღYour name or nickname(s) is.... "Hey. I'm Noah Brice Crawford. Nice to meet you. Yeah, I kinda like my name. I mean, it's not the worst name out there. And it kinda suits me. I'll tell you how to pronounce it, even though it's sort of explanatory... Noah is pronounced "no-uh", Brice is... well, Brice. Crawford is "krah-furd". The meaning of Noah is peace and comfort, and apparently, my mom wanted to name me that because she thought that I was going to bring peace and happiness to her life. In the end, I am kind of the light of her life, but then I ran off to work here... and I feel bad. In a way. Me just moving away didn't bring her much serenity, did it? Not at all. Anyways, moving on, I guess I do resemble my name in the slightest way. At times, I can be pretty laid-back and calm, pretty comfortable with most situations, but that doesn't mean that I can't get worked up if I have to. Just try me. It disappoints my mom when I act like this. She wants me to be perfect. But I don't. I'm not always gonna be her little light. Well, uh, Brice means dappled or freckled, which makes no sense, because I don't have any freckles. I was named after my dad, though... He still doesn't have freckles, or whatever, so that name just doesn't fit in our family. Dunno how it even got there in the first place. Finally, Crawford is apparently really Scottish, and is one of the oldest last names there is. I didn't even know that I had some random Scottish ancestors, though, so I kind of just ignore my last name. I like it, though. It flows with my first name. But then, I read about how Crawford means the pass of blood in some long-lost ancient and random language, and so I try to ignore that. It creeps me out.

ღYour age and gender.... "I'm eighteen years young. No, I don't drink or smoke like most kids my age do. I'm different than them, okay? Oh, yeah, and I don't want any of your drugs, either. Thanks. || Noah is most definitely not like his friends. Every other kid of his generation is in the race of their lives to grow up, but Noah takes his time and hangs back, holding onto his innocence as if it were his lifeline. He doesn't do most things other kids his age do, for he's seen them go through the torture that turning into an adult gives you. Whenever he is in invited to a party, he plays sick or comes up with some fake excuse to get out of going. Then, he sits home, alone, waiting for the rest of his friends to realize that they were ruining their lives." "Uh, I'm a guy. Hopefully you can see that? I don't think that I look much like a girl. I mean, if you really want, you can check. But that'd be weird. So just take my word for it. I'm a guy. || Noah most certainly acts like a guy. Sometimes, he won't be as manly as everybody else, but just look at him - he's a tiger at heart, for Pete's sake! He isn't afraid to get down and dirty, doing whatever he wants with the other guys. Then again, it's kinda hard to do that, seeing as how he is going to spend the rest of his life with a girl. So they feed off of each other, making him the slightest bit of a girl at heart, only to the point in which we are speaking of humor and sensitivity. No, he's not going to go around acting like a woman, shopping his face off and cooing over cute animals. He still knows how to get down and dirty - and he isn't afraid to do it, at that.

ღYour date of birth.... "I was born on September 8th." || It was a particularly cold day in Maine, frost covering every inch of the ground as coldness seeped deep into the hearts of every resident. Seemingly enough, the entire town was just about gathered around the new baby boy - little Noah. His mother had nearly died in the struggle to give birth to him, for the little baby had decided to be born the wrong way. Caused quite a scare, did he. But, after a whole twenty-three hour labor, and the fight of her life,a bouncy baby boy with giant, bright eyes was born. And she loved him so. Every single birthday that he had from that day on were extremely grand, for her parents felt that they should celebrate his life, and how he had kept his mother alive, as well, even after a terrible birth. His best birthday, or so he says, is when he got Percy. It was so amazing and so magical - lights everywhere, balloons and laughing children - that even when the fireworks started going off, all he could pay attention to was the little hatchling at his fingers.

ღDo you have any modifications.... "Yeah, I have a few... Heh. Here is my feather tattoo. I got it for Percy, 'cuz even though I adore my Moki and all, Percy has always just been such a good little bird. And we are best friends, Forever. And he knows it. So, naturally, I have to have him become a part of me that can never be taken away, and since getting an entire picture of an owl tattooed onto my body would be rather painful (and I'm not one for pain), I just had the feather put on there. I think it looks pretty nice, and every time that I look in the mirror, or even look down at my sides, I know that Percy is always a part of me, even when he is gone. Um, one of my other tattoos is my star tattoo. I got this one when I was a dumba** teenager and thought that getting my first tattoo would be so BA. And naturally, I got this giant thing put right on my chest for no apparent reason at all. I was only fifteen. My parents let me and everything, because they think that I should make my own mistakes, but I really wish they stopped me. I hate this stupid, worthless, meaningless tattoo. And it's permeant. But whatever. What's done is done. Last but not least, my third tattoo is of a anchor. I got this one with my mom, hence the picture, because she always referred to me as the one that kept her stable. That I'm her anchor and she's my rock. So we got the same tattoo. I think it's really cute, and just like the feather, even when Momma is gone... I know that I still have a part of her always with me. That she is still my rock. That I will always, forevermore, refuse to sink."

ღHow would you describe yourself.... Noah is six feet tall, on the dot, weighing in at a healthy one-hundred fifty-two pounds. He's always been just a bit taller than everybody else, and considering how he is still growing, he will most likely gain a few more inches. His father was tall, standing at six feet six inches when he was done growing, but the doctors only expect Noah to be about six foot three. Which he is fine with. It'll still make him taller than most, and with his nice weight and fitted muscles, he's just fine with being tall. Oh, yes, muscle. As you can see, Noah is obviously not on the obese side. Any extra weight that may tip his scale is all hard earned muscle that he has been training years for. He works out six days every week, only giving himself one day as a breather to do whatever he want's. But it pays off. He has rigid biceps, widened chest and a quickly growing four-pack (which is aiming towards a six). Not to mention, he has developed his calves and thighs to their full potential, yet still works harder and harder each day, just to look nice for whatever occasion might become of him. Naturally, for his age, he is in good shape - then again, many other boys are stronger than him. Which is just what keeps him going. Well, moving on, lets get to the looks of Noah, instead of just his brawn and size. Noah has upturned, deep brown hair, just short enough to run his fingers through, yet not so long that he looks like some sort of hobo. Some days, when the sun has gotten the best of him, his hair will be tinted with blonde, making him look younger and more playful - especially when sand has draped all across his skin, sending him shimmering with light. Noah also has very distinctive features - a squared jaw that has every girl cooing, dimples that sends them falling to their knees, and that signature hair flip that he pulls out every so often. His smile is as big as the moon, always showing off his pearly whites as the happiness reaches his ocean blue eyes. Oh, his eyes. As blue as could be, deep reflective pools of emotion, yet locked behind doors of steel, so nobody can see past the mesmerizing colors. Gold and black dance in specks throughout his eyes, making them explode in brilliance towards whoever may look into them. No doubt, his eyes are unforgettable, even when he is hiding behind thick sunglasses. Other than that, Noah has a fairly average sense of style. Loose white tees, ripped up jeans or old swim trunks, depending on the day. He loves his old sunglasses, and rarely ever leaves the house without them. Noah does have a scar draped over his left bicep, showing a part of his history that will be described later. It is a little pink to the naked eye and raised higher than the rest of his skin, but always hide beneath a layer of clothing. He has an anchor symbol as a tattoo on his inside wrist, showing honor to the lost and the forgotten, and how they live on, forevermore.


ღWhat is your thoughts on the huskies.... "By God I absolutely adore them. And Bonnie and Clyde? Umph! Cutest things in the world. Oh, yeah, I'm in group six, by the way. Why did I chose to work with Bonnie and Clyde? Well, they are just about the only ones that wouldn't attack me the moment I got near them. In fact, they were complete love bugs. Oh, and Clyde's eyes? To die for. Don't get me wrong, I love all huskies. Just some of them here aren't that... nice. Okay, that was mean. They are all nice and cute, just too energetic for my taste. I am more of the laid back kind of guy, and even though the two big lazy oomph's that I work with might not want to work very much, I know that at the end of the day, they have the right goal in heart." || Noah has always loved huskies. Everyday when he was little, he would beg and beg his mom for one. But all they let him have was Moki. They claimed that the huskies were "too energetic". That they needed a lot more play time and care than most dogs. Thinking that this was absolutely absurd, naturally, Noah had to go and prove them wrong. So he did. He chose the perfect job, working with sled dogs that are all pure husky, showing his parents that he will somehow wind up with them, even if they denied it all of his child hood. Saying that they were so energetic, though, scarred him a little. He had to chose the calmest and cuddliest group that he could manage, which just so happened to be group six, Bonnie and Clyde. And boy, is he happy that he chose this group. Perhaps a bit too happy.

ღDo you have any other pets.... "As a matter of fact I do. Two, to be exact. Their names are Percy and Moki. I got Moki four years ago. It was a rainy day on the beach, the waves were really high, and I was feeling particularly lonely in my little beach house that I lived in when I was in Maine. So I felt like I needed a friend. Naturally, I wasn't going to go out to the beach and find a real person to take home and keep forever (that'd be creepy), so I decided to go out to the pound. It was a long drive, and when I eventually got there, I nearly had to leave because of the dire conditions that these poor animals were living in. I wanted to take them all home. In the entryway of the little old concrete building, a shivering parrot was shedding its feathers all over the ground, cawing at any to pass him by. Rabbits hopped around in cages littered with filth, ferrets hiding in little boxes that they had to flatten themselves to be able to fit in. There were other animals that were living in such horrible conditions that I can't even mention them. So I won't. First, I had pushed through a set of wooden doors after a receptionist wearing way to much makeup had grinned at me and showed me around, offering to sell me some cheaply priced ratty looking leashes. Declining her oh-so-persuasive comments, I quickly rushed over to the room that was holding the dogs. The moment that I pushed through the swinging door, I had to plug my nose. The smell of urine and feces had been so overwhelming that I thought I was going to hurl. But now I couldn't leave, not knowing that these dogs had been trapped in here for so long. Walking down the isle of wire cages, dogs slamming against the side every time I passed in a desperate attempt to get my attention. But I wasn't interested in them. Three days ago, a huge fire had struck a local town, leaving hundreds of dogs homeless. Rumor had it that only a few survived through the rest of those terrible days that the inferno still raged - those dogs were sent here. Knowing that it was his duty to help some of these poor babies, Jay looked around for tags that would've mentioned something about a fire. And then he saw it. The last several cages had a large picture of a raging blaze on the outside, written in sloppy ink on the outside "We survived a fire. Will you help us continue the life we were meant to have?" Even though the signs were extremely cheesy, I silently agreed that I would. Anyways, I was just moving on down the isle, looking at the dogs that were barking wildly up at me, every so often coughing from the smoke that they had inhaled. Burn marks were visible on a few of them, especially a little black lab mix that seemed to have the worse of all of the injuries. But he was growling in the corner, and when I looked at him, I saw nothing special. Then, I saw it. Three little puppies in a cage, all wildly barking at the edge, as cute as could be, basically begging for me to take them home. But I wasn't interested in those three. I was watching the one in the back,a little tiny pure-bred Australian shepherd. She was whimpering and shivering, looking around with huge eyes that held all of her personality in that one single drop. And at that instant, I knew it. This is the one.
Stepping into the cage, I quickly snatched up the little puppy. She didn't resist, just lay there, limp in my arms. Avoiding the other mooning faces, I rushed from that stinky room and back towards the bubbly receptionist. "Ohhh, she's such a sweetie! Will you be adopting her today?" the woman asked, makeup cracking where she smiled. Wincing, I had simply nodded and quickly signed the papers. This puppy was only forty dollars, which isn't anything, if you think about it. And boy, was she gorgeous. I was eager to get out of there and away from that poor screaming bird, so after quickly running out to the car, I had driven to the nearest pet store, carrying the puppy inside. She had long fallen asleep in my arms, and looked so pathetic, that even though dogs without leashes weren't allowed in the store, nobody stopped me. I had picked up tons of toys and the best puppy food I could find, picking out the softest bed possible and the largest playhouse that would serve as a crate. All paid on my fathers credit card. Quickly flying home once more, the puppy and I had gotten settled. Still timid, the little girl hardly even looked around. Just curled up on my lap while sitting on the couch, listening to the droning of rain outside of the window, and fell asleep once more. I, looking out the window, had seen the stretches of bluegrass going on for miles. After the day that I rescued this little puppy, we became instant best friends, always doing everything together. I took her on three mile runs every day, and after much time and patience, Moki's trust slowly grew stronger and stronger. Even though she may still be scarred deep in her heart, she can always believe that I will be there for her - and I can trust the she will be there for me. And yes, Percy is an owl. I know, I know. Who the heck has the kind of nerve to own an owl? *Raises hand* Well, I do. And he is my best friend. Forever. I mean, just look at that little face. He is so adorable - just the cutest little creature on earth. Percy and I go everywhere throughout the house together, and he'll even ride on Moki's back. So adorable.

ღDo you have relationship.... "I have no crush, or girlfriend."

ღDo you have any, allergies,or disorders.... "It isn't really a disorder... I mean, it's a disease. But I guess it counts? And I don't really have it anymore. But, when I was about thirteen, I had a rare genetic thyroid cancer that my mom had, as well. She and I were rushed into emergency surgery the second that my dad noticed an unusually large inflamed lymphoid on her neck. Yes, he is a doctor, that is how he knows all of this. But it's no big deal now. Done. Over. Zip. I had my thyroid taken out, and after a little bit of recovery, I am up and running again. You can't even see the scar, and if somebody asks about it, let's just say it was from a bear attack, huh? c; As for allergies - nope. Not allergic to anything - and boy, am I thankful."

ღWhat is your personality like.... As said, on the outside, Noah is an absolute sweetheart. He goes around, shooting off compliments, smiling that award-winning grin that sends the girls swooning, tears streaming from their eyes when his dimples make an appearance. He can woo anybody with just a few words - but all of his "sweetness" isn't just on the outside. He is truly a sweetie at heart. He will mess around with anybody that decides to love him, having not only serious relationships, but fun ones. He will play with his girlfriend, treat them right, how they should be treated. He is that boy - the one that everybody wants. To top it off, his bright blue eyes will just take you away, sweeping you up with an irresistible grin. But it's deep inside that usually offsets most. He may be a complete darling at heart, but in his soul, and in his mind, he is completely broken. There is a crack that runs straight through his heart, tipping him off, causing him to be a bit... different than most. He won't share his feelings, no matter the circumstance. He'll never, ever tell you what is wrong, most likely because he doesn't know. But we'll get into that later. For know, you just need to know the main things about him. We've already gone over how sweet he is, and how he is truly shattered at heart, but there are more points to him that you have yet to see. As he has displayed above in his sharp comments, it is obvious that Noah can have a sharp tongue, to say the least. But, these quick remarks are always well thought out, and tend to be rather funny. This is one of his most obvious qualities, and though there are many others, you will easily learn how to love Noah.
The first quality of Noah has already been mentioned... multiple times. Yes, you guessed it - he's an absolute sweetheart. Anything that a girl has ever wanted is wrapped up in this boy right here. Oh, you want to know what these are? Alright, here it goes... First of all, Noah cherishes and adores. He has only had one girlfriend that was predominately serious, but he cherished her as if she were the only thing in his life. He comforted her, treated her as if she were his prized possession - which is what she was. And that is just how he plans on treating the right girl that will come into his life. He also has the trusted quality of secureness. He will always display that he is stable - never will he cheat, never will he leave her for the wrong reasons. Noah also has something very important to most women - faith. Being extremely faithful, Noah will always believe in his relationships. Be it with a friend, or even something more serious, such as a girlfriend, he will always follow his heart, trusting it to lead him in the right direction. Lastly, Noah has an amazing sense of humor. I will get further into this trait later, but to sum it up now, he always knows what to say, and the right way to say it, making him absolutely adorable, and not to mention, hilarious. He treats her right, always says the right thing, and acts completely sweet. He will do the nicest things, smiling always, protecting whoever he loves with a heart of gold. He knows how to work his way around being rude, and never insults, unless completely necessary. Everybody has always looked at him as a sweetie pie, smiling whenever he does, spreading the happiness that he always starts. If only they knew what really goes on on the inside.
As said above, Noah has an amazing sense of humor. He is so funny, always cracking jokes - but these aren't those cocky, loser jokes about women that most men speak, rather serious, from the heart, and genuinely hilarious. He can turn every down-headed conversation into a light, happy one, putting a smile on everybody's face. But there is one downside to this - Noah is rather shy. I know, this isn't a trait you would expect of him. I mean, just look at that huge grin! But, if you look closer, you can see how he puts his head down just a little further than everybody else when he laughs, keeps his hands in his pockets as if he were hiding something. Who ever looks hard enough know that the Noah they are seeing isn't the real Noah. Sure, somewhere in his heart, he is truly a hilarious sweetheart, but that is just on the surface. Down deep, he hides himself behind a layer of quietness, shying away whenever it is his turn to speak, inching away from conversations as if he doesn't want to be heard, for he's afraid that his words might come out a bit different. But, don't think of him as constantly acting as shy as he is - he really does have a good heart. This is just a bunch of rambling words, none of them making sense, all of them thrown together to make a person that Noah really isn't. Oh, how hard it is to capture his personality. This confusing boy just gets more and more complicated than he already is.
That's just it, though. Noah is confused. Deep down, he doesn't know what he is feeling. He is so torn up inside, so ruined, he doesn't know what to do with himself. All that strong wall that he has built up is protecting is a hollow cavern, filled to the brim with darkness and confusion, winding, twisting mazes that drag you in and trap you forever. He has long fallen into the hole - perhaps the reason why he has so much guarding the outside. Maybe he doesn't want any other to join him, no matter how alone he feels. Maybe he doesn't want to drag any other into that endless torture that lives within his soul. This is just how he is - he can't help it. Yet, he doesn't know how to warn others of the mighty abyss they will encounter when meeting him, so he stays alone. He hides himself in the deepest corner, shadows rolling over his face as he runs away from everybody that might fall with him, that might be sucked into the hole that is his heart. And even though he hides this side of herself, there are days where you will see the broken side of Noah. Somedays, he'll be so sad and so confused that he won't speak. He'll lock himself away and cry himself to sleep, watching the stars, begging them to lead him to a simpler place. But how does he get there? How does he rid of this pain? Exactly. He doesn't know. So, on the days you just so happen to catch Noah in his bad mood, he'll have let his walls down, calling off the guard dogs. You can really drive knives into him, and he won't care. He'll just look at you with those somber eyes, and automatically, you'll know that it's time to leave him alone. In reality, though, he doesn't want to be alone. He want's to be held, to be told he'll be okay someday. He wants to believe it, to close her eyes and pretend he's somewhere else. He wants to cry and cry, shed all of the tears left inside of him, hide away her feelings, run away to a little coffee house, read a simple book on a crisp day, watching the waves roll outside, waiting for his fairytale of a perfect life to finally come true. He'll wait out her feelings, pouring all of those bad emotions into that gaping hole that eats away at his soul, rebuild his barriers, and then, continue on with his broken little life.

[Crazycookiemonster]

[[ S'okay, my cat was laying on me the whole time I was filling out my skelly. XD Anywho, how should I start? ]]

I would suggest that your dude comes downstairs quickly so he doesn't get in trouble))

[вlυenoѕeღ]

{{ @Everyone Replying in the morning. Please, I hate to say it, no one post a reply till I do.. hope you understand. It's 1:07 in the morning where I am at. My father is getting on to me for still being on here. But, I get pretty early.. so, yeah. PLEASE. Don't post till tomorrow when I do. Thankies. Thalk to ya'll in the morning... or afternoon, or whatever time you guys get up.
@MoonBeamz. WOW. <--- Thats all I need to say.
@FairyPoeline Umm.. acting natural, in the livingroom or den. We will act as though you were there the whole time!
@ƧнαωтʏƆнιcκ My dog has rolled over that fat cat. He is too lazy to do anything about it. He has also been slobbered on and chewed on. So, he is a living proof, that dogs and FAT cats can get along. I just hope he can live long enough. :3