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[abandoned.]

((gah we're not home right now, so I can't post Lidia's form to replace Amy's D:))

[Zombie Skittles]

{ - @Rain: Hehe. Awesome! I'm ready to start. I can't hold it in anymore. }

[ WAT! Are we starting? :3 ]
[ -is excited- ]

{ - Yes, we are starting. Um..
Let's have the Dream weavers hidden in the forest.
And humans, well, I don't care. They can be where ever.
A cafe or something? Or in the forest, too. It doesn't matter.
That's where we will start out. }

[abandoned.]

((Matthew's probably going to be out roaming about .-. Magical Rain, PM me? c;))

[eden .]

{ - @Rain: Hehe. Awesome! I'm ready to start. I can't hold it in anymore. }

[ WAT! Are we starting? :3 ]
[ -is excited- ]

{ - Yes, we are starting. Um..
Let's have the Dream weavers hidden in the forest.
And humans, well, I don't care. They can be where ever.
A cafe or something? Or in the forest, too. It doesn't matter.
That's where we will start out. }

[ yaaaay. will you post first, then? :3 ]

[Zombie Skittles]

"Dreams are illustrations...
from the book your soul is writing about you."

" Skies are crying,
I am watching
Catching tear drops in my hands
Only silence as it's ending
Like we never had a chance
Do you have to make me feel like
There's nothing left of me?

You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper "

Ivy ran her hands through her long, platinum blonde hair. Tossing the silky curtain of hair over her shoulder, glancing behind her. As if she was waiting for someone to follow. But no one seemed to be lurking in the shadows of the trees. Ivy's striking green eyes, softened. She didn't want to be followed, she liked being alone. Though, sometimes life would be lonely. Though, there's no one she would want to spend minutes of life with someone who probably thought she was some crazy @ss b*tch. Everyone thought that. And well, Ivy didn't blame them. She was rude, scary, and well plain out mean. On the outside anyways. No one cared enough to get through her hard defensive shell, and get to know the real Ivy Rae Collins. What kind of name was that anyways? Ivy hated her name. Stupid, and boring. Why couldn't it be more unique, like... She didn't even know. But she knew it wouldn't be 'Ivy Rae Collins'.

Ivy went out for a walk, it was dawn. She wasn't much of an morning person. But she couldn't fall back asleep. Though she was tired, she needed to get away from everyone. They were suppose to be her friends. The last of the dream weavers. But she didn't feel like they really liked her. She was the last of them. 'Number 6'. Of course she wasn't in charge, that was Number one's job. She was, what you say, the youngest. Even though she wasn't that young. Some were even younger then her. It was hard to explain, in Ivy's point of view. She sighed, and looked down at the pond she was standing in front of. Her green eyes, staring blankly at her reflection.

Ivy had long blonde hair, that tumbled down her shoulders. It was wavy, and wild. Something that would make people stare at. It wasn't the normal blonde, or brown. Not even red. It was more of a white-blonde. Bright and out there. Much like her eyes. Green. Like a bright leaf on one of the trees surrounding her. Her lips were full and plush looking. She looked like one of those weird brat dolls. That's what people called her when she was younger. Brat. The nickname repeated in her head, like a chant. An annoying, hurtful chant. Ivy cursed and kicked her reflection with her bare foot. The water was cold, it nibbled her feet painfully. Ivy cursed again.

{ - Sorry guys. Bad post. I have to go. Right when we were suppose to begin. Don't get too far without me. I might be on later. If not tomorrow. Where I will post something better, and with Logan. }

[eden .]

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cαѕpαr ɢeɴeт
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мαle | 19 | ѕιɴɢle [ɴo crυѕн] | dreαм weαver

Caspar held back a yawn as he lied on the ground in front of the little camp out they had set up around here. He had been up for a while, really, as he hadn't been able to sleep these days. It wasn't that it was dreams that were making him restless, it was just this entire experience was really starting to wear him down. A few weeks ago he didn't even know what a Dream Weaver was. Now here he was, lying on some leaves in the middle of the forest, with five other people that he barely knew.

Remind me again, Caspar, he thought to himself, why did you think this was a good idea?

It seemed like Ivy was missing, which didn't really bother Caspar. While he had nothing against her she sometimes created more ruckus than it was worth. Perhaps she was just feeling victimized because she was number six...or something. Really, Caspar couldn't care less. He only reveled in the peace and quiet for a while, knowing that he wouldn't be able to enjoy it for long. The others would probably wake, soon. Sighing, Caspar straightened up and glanced around the forest for a while, half-considering going off and wandering so he would have a few more moments to himself. Still, a solo stroll through the forest probably wouldn't be his best move at his point. Out of everyone here, Caspar was probably the least trained, most rugged out of all of them, which was frustrating, but it was fact. He settled to shuffling over to wait a little ways away from the camp and leaned against a tree, half-closing his eyes but keeping a look out for a moody blonde.

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αleх ĸeυм
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ғeмαle | 18 | ѕιɴɢle [ɴo crυѕн] | нυмαɴ

Alex frowned, turning a page in the textbook before flipping back to the previous section, again. What the heck was going on with this problem? No matter what she did she couldn't figure it out. Alex had solved all. the other. problems. Why couldn't she get this? Brow furrowing, Alex looked up and waved over a waitress.

"Hi," Alex greeted her. "Could I just get a mocha, please?" As the waitress nodded Alex glanced out the window of the cafe. Some people were already out and about, which made Alex feel better. At least she wasn't the only one that woke up at the crack of dawn. She was probably the only one to wake up at the crack of dawn to study, though. God, she was such a nerd. Sighing, she turned back to her textbook and idly spun the pencil in her hand, glaring at her mess of numbers and variables on the piece of graph paper. She barely noticed when her order came, even, although Alex did manage to get in a "thank you" before the waitress got too far out of earshot. With a quick sip (and scalding her tongue in the process), Alex brushed a few stray strands of blue hair out of her face before scribbling down the equation for perhaps the fifth time. If it didn't work this time she was just going to say "screw it". Whatever.

[apathy,]

[ This is where Lighter's post is going. ;) I know exactly who he is going to RP with. Alas, I don't know what to post for Trixi, I'll wait for you're post, Skittles. xD ]

[Zombie Skittles]

{ - @fatal: I will post as soon as I can for Logan.

@c6h1206: Haha moody blonde. That's what she is xD }

[delete please-]

↳ Mᴏᴏᴅ: Tranquil; A bit down; Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: No one, really;
Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: The woods; Lᴏᴠᴇ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ: "None.. Why?"↲

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With soft, delicate steps, Lena sauntered leisurely through the woods, in no real hurry to head back to the camp that the dream-weavers were gathering in. Being around other dream-weavers wasn't always that comforting for her, as it somehow always reminded her of her deceased mother, who had been a dream-weaver herself, but the others did make her feel a lot more comfortable at the same time, letting her know that she isn't the only dream weaver out there. Sighing, Lena reclined her head back, opening her cerulean eyes for once, gazing up at the haze of branches and leaves that nearly completely hid the sky from sight. It was good to see that the woods were still vigorous in spite of the calamities that were bound to wreck the world. Lena knew very well the duties of a dream weaver, as she was told at the young age of seven shortly after discovering her dead father in her home. She prevents nightmares from becoming reality. That was the basic explanation that her mother had given her, and that there were bounty-hunters that set out to take down all of the dream-weavers. But the reason for the action of the bounty-hunters was always vague to Lena. If the dream weavers stopped dreams from becoming reality, then why were the bounty-hunters after them? Did they not know that? Lena's mother never had a chance to explain to her daughter..

Out of all the six dream weavers, Lena was 'Number Two'. Obviously, 'Number One' was the one to lead the dream weavers, or so she thinks. Since she was Number Two, did that mean she was second-in-command or something? Lena didn't mind that, as she knew the duties of the dream weavers much longer than the others probably did. Suddenly, Lena's thoughts were clouded by thoughts of her mother, which immediately brought pain to her heart. Lena squeezed her eyes shut as she continued to walk, wrapping her arms around herself as though she could provide her own comfort. Two years have passed since her mother's death, but yet, Lena grieves as though the death had been only days before. Her mother was her foundation in life, and now she was gone, along with the sturdy ground that Lena had.. Oh how she wished her mother would still be alive instead of having risked her own life to save Lena's.. Her only means of coping were her voice and daydreaming, both of which pulled her thoughts away from reality and let her drift off..

Lena quickly gathered her composure as she approached the area where all the other dream weavers should be, running a hand through her silky auburn locks. She strode out of the shelter of the trees and out to the little camp that they had. At once, she noticed one of the dream weavers there. Was he number five? Indeed, that was him. Caspar. Lena merely glanced at him in a means of greeting before she settled at the base of an oak, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, leaning back against the tree. As she waited, Lena leaned her head back against the trunk of the tree, letting her eyes close as she relaxed. Maybe she'll have a few moments to herself before the other dream weavers would likely wrench her from her fantasy realm..

Wᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 564

↳ Mᴏᴏᴅ: Determined; Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: Veronica, then no one;;
Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: His home, then the cafe; Lᴏᴠᴇ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ: "Why are you so interested...?"↲

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Zane ran a hand through his hair as he swept his gaze around his room, wondering what he could have forgotten to take. He has the knit hat that Veronica makes him wear whenever he goes out, his wallet as always, his pencil.. Furrowing his brows, Zane sighed, realizing that he'd nearly forgotten to bring along his small sketchpad, so he strode over to a desk in the corner of the room, nudging aside the series of paintings and drawings that had yet to be finished and retrieved the sketchpad. Now completely confident he hadn't forgotten something, Zane pulled on his ash-colored sweater and made his way up the stairs to the first floor of his home, as his room was the entire basement. Zane never found it uncomfortable having his room in the basement. Ever since he'd discovered his passion for art that his parents didn't appreciate as much, he'd demanded a much bigger living space where he'd be able to do what he loved. So his parents handed over the basement to him. The only person besides Zane that ever stepped down there was his beloved younger sister, Veronica. Speaking of Veronica, she was already waiting by the door, ready to ambush her taller older brother the second she sees him. Zane, who was oblivious to the danger, opened the door and strode right out of it, and then he froze as he heard a wicked chuckle not far from him.

Before he knew it, his sister pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly while her feet dangled, about a foot off the ground. "Hey Zane!" Veronica grinned broadly, giving a laugh as Zane scowled at her. "Dammit, Ronnie.." He muttered under his breath, shaking his head with disapproval, but an amused grin was painted across his jaw. Unlike most siblings, which would bicker continuously or even fight, Zane and Veronica were close, never fighting at all. In fact, they adored one another and had each others backs. The only thing that really distinguished them was their height, but other than that, they really looked related, having the same raven-black hair and pale gray eyes. Veronica was a fifteen year old girl standing at five feet three inches, whereas Zane was nineteen years old and standing at six foot seven inches. He was well taller than Veronica, and often had to stood down so she could give him his daily hugs that he received from her. Veronica also happened to be the one critiquing his artwork that was basically everywhere in the basement, even on the flooring. The two were inseparable, especially after the accident that Veronica had the former year.. Whenever she went out somewhere, she always had either Zane or one of her friends with her, never once going alone and having no intentions of doing that. That accident was too close to turning into a disaster..

"Alright, Ronnie, let me go now.." Zane grumbled under his breath, smirking as he unwound his sister's arms from his neck and gently set her down onto the ground like a fragile piece of artwork. Veronica, being as perky as ever, smiled up at him and held out the knit hat. "Never forget it, big bro." She said with a smirk, her eyes gleaming approvingly as Zane pulled the knit hat onto his head as he did every single day. Zane smiled at his sister and gave her one final hug before ruffling out her perfectly straight hair. "Be good, Ronnie." He said in a hushed tone before he had ventured out of his home and down the street, deciding to head over to the café where he'd be able to get himself a cup of coffee and a peaceful environment to sketch into his sketchpad. Lately, he hasn't been able to manifest any new pieces of artwork, mainly from the nightmares that he was starting to get. They threw him off course and almost seemed to refuse to let him go back to his artistic self. In spite of that, Zane still searched for inspiration for a new piece of art, and strangely enough, he'd woken up with a craving for a new drawing. But the question was, what was he going to draw?

As he walked into the café, Zane pulled his knit hat from his head and had his brows furrowed in concentration as he settled at one of the tables, pulling out his sketchpad and pencil while setting his hat beside them. He tapped the eraser-tipped end against his chin as he stared at the paper, ordering a simple cup of coffee from the server that came by him. What to draw, what to draw.. Zane thought repeatedly, his sharp gray eyes focused in on the white, blank sheet on the sketchpad.. A building, perhaps? Zane shrugged inwardly, deciding that drawing something would be better than nothing. Maybe it will help him regain his full muse for a new drawing. Giving a grunt of approval, Zane started to draw a skyscraper in explicit detail, almost as though he knew the precise attributes of the building. Since Zane was doing perfectly well in school, he was able to spend all of his free time sketching or thinking of a new masterpiece.. He was thinking he should make a portrait of someone, but who would be a good model? Zane knew that Veronica wouldn't want to sit for about an hour or two without moving while Zane sketched.. And since he didn't know any other people, he didn't exactly have anyone to draw, and he likely wasn't going to ask anyone anyway. Oh well..

Wᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 929

|| Heehee, I had no idea what to write for Lena, so I just randomly had her walking through the woods... Zane's post is much better. c: ||

[Zombie Skittles]

" Do you believe
in love at first sight,
or should I walk by again? "

" I know the sun still shines when you're not around
I'm taking it easy in the worst part of town
And now i find that it wasn't meant to last
I got one thing to say and that's
Thanks for nothing kiss my @ss

I want some money
I want some fame
Want everybody
To know my name
Want you to see me
In shining lights
Think about me when your with him that night "

BEEP BEEP BEEP! Lake slammed his hand on his alarm clock. His eyes still closed, and mouth slightly open. The boy pushed himself up with his arms, and glanced at the time. It was almost one. Lake's jaw dropped. What the hell? Why didn't he get up sooner? Did his alarm clock go off before then? Lake groaned and flopped back onto his bed. He had been sleeping on his stomach, his arms right by his head. An odd position, isn't it? He rolled around till he was onto his back, looking up at the white ceiling in front of him. When he was younger, there would be those glow in the dark stars spread across the ceiling and walls. Back then, he was afraid of the dark. But now, it didn't bother in. Darkness was like... A warm blanket wrapped around him.

Finally, Lake pulled himself out of bed, took a quick shower. And put on some clothes. It looked like it was going to be a nice day, so he put on a plain blue tee-shirt, that matched his blue pool of eyes, and shorts, that went past his knees. He didn't like when they barely got to his knees. That looked gay, and they felt... Uncomfortable, in Lake's point of view. So he always bought longer shorts. They seem to seal the deal. Running a hand through his wet hair, he stomped out of his room. He needed to find Trixi. They only other bounty hunter he knew in this small town. It would have been much more easier if they lived in the same house or something, then he could only end up banging on her door. Wait, that's exactly how it was.

Lake's house was for bounty hunters. Like him. His great great great grandfather made it become a little house for them. Or well, cross that out. This house, was almost like a mansion. Tons of rooms. But only two people lived in it. Him and Trixi. Other then the house care-takers that went in and out. Many years before him there were many bounty hunters living in this very house. But now, there were barely nothing. His parents were killed, and his aunt's and uncles didn't want to stay in this house anymore, so they moved to some where different, with many others. Yet, they were close, and still had those bounty hunter meetings. At first, Lake did live with his family. Or the rest of it. But they got in a major fight. Something stupid, but Lake was to stubborn to stay there. So he moved back to his abandoned house, mansion thing. Since his family was packed with money, he hired some people. And Trixi? Well, he never asked what her problem was. She just seem to tag along. In his opinion anyway.

Lake stomped to Trixi's bedroom. Her door was closed, like always. Why wouldn't she close it? She lived with a teenage boy, who wasn't apart of her family. And well, he had hormones like everyone else. Lake wasn't going to deny it. Lake knocked, or rather pounded on her door. "Trixi! Get your lazy @ss up right now! Or else I will come in there!" Lake smirked, he would like to do that. Pull her out of bed, it would make him crack up. He would probably die from laughter. Because she would probably beat him up afterwords. Maybe. Lake decided he would take a chance. He gripped the golden doorknob, and slowly opened it. Stopping when it was just a little crack, though noticeable that he was there. And he peeked inside.

"Dreams are illustrations...
from the book your soul is writing about you."

" Skies are crying,
I am watching
Catching tear drops in my hands
Only silence as it's ending
Like we never had a chance
Do you have to make me feel like
There's nothing left of me?

You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper "

Ivy walked away from the chilly pond. Her nose turning upwards, in disgust. There was nothing to do here in the forest. She was tired of waiting and hiding. Someone should start leading, and not standing there with his thumb up his butt. Ivy snorted, and thought of Number one, what was his name? Casper? No. That wasn't it. Lighter! Lighter, what kind of name was that? Ivy shook her head, and kept walking. The sun was out, but the tops of the trees were blocking most of it. Only a few spots in this forest let sunshine in, and that was most likely where they weren't any trees. She guessed that she should be thankful, then the bounty hunters couldn't find them as well. You can say that the Dream-Weavers were pretty good at lurking though out the shadows.

Maybe no one would notice if she went some where she didn't have to live in the shadows? Maybe a park, get away from everyone. That she didn't even know. What was that about anyways? Why did she have to live with these, strangers? Sure, they were pretty much the last ones of her kind. Sure, they were safer in numbers. But she didn't know any of these people. And they didn't know her. No one did. And she would like it to keep it like that. Ivy licked her lips, and leaned against a tree, shoving her hand in her pocket, searching for something. She grabbed the pack of cigarettes, and pulled them out. There was 15 left. 5 were already gone. Pulling out her lighter she kept in the other pocket, she plucked out one cigarette, and light it. Taking in a slow breath of the reveling smoke, and let it out with a huff.

{ - I didn't really know what to post for Ivy. So.. It's pretty bad. }