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[eden .]

[ I'm already getting paranoid that I'm posting too much. lol ... >< ]

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

Caspar opened his eyes open for another moment as he heard footsteps approaching, but it was only Number Two. What's-her-face. Lena. Was everyone wandering around in the forest by themselves? Weren't there bounty hunters after all of them? Why would anyone in their right mind voluntarily go off on their lonesome in an isolated area without anyone around to hear them cry for help? Then again, Caspar was the least experienced of them all. Perhaps he was just being over-cautious. It was somewhat of a bad habit of his, but at least it kept him out of trouble. Typically. But he had to remember what sort of situation he was in.

He acknowledged Lena's glance with casual lift of the hand. He didn't wave it back and forth, he just rose it up off his knee before flattening it again and relaxing once more. It was clear that Lena wasn't in any mood to talk, which suited Caspar just fine. He wasn't really the kind to get into long conversations with anyone. With a small sigh he half closed his eyes and tried to relax. Caspar found it easier said than done. Caspar kept finding himself thinking about what little they had achieved as of late. Okay, so they were all together. Now what? Were they just going to keep camping out in the woods for the rest of their lives? Not an attractive prospect. Caspar felt his jaw jump for a moment as a silent expression of his frustration, but he didn't vocalize it. Just wait for a while, Caspar, he told himself. It'll work out. One--Lighter--person--will figure something out. One way or the other.

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

Alex didn't look up as the door opened and someone else came into the cafe. It was a popular place, after all, and people were always coming and going. Instead she swiveled the straw around in her coffee mug, the mocha now long gone, sucked up in response to Alex's frustration. She couldn't factor this, and she hadn't made a mix up with the signs, so why was it that she kept getting the wrong answer?

Huffing, Alex head-desked into the table. It was a strange quirk of hers. Rarely she cared not about what others thought about her, especially when she was in public in a place full of strangers. It wasn't like she'd ever see them again, nor did she regularly converse with any of them, so it made no difference to her what opinions they formed about the strange blue-streak-in-hair girl that was apparently pounding her head into a table. Grimacing to herself, she abruptly shot up, sitting straight, and flipped a stray hair out of her face, searching for something to distract her and perhaps siphon off some of her angst.

Her gaze fell on a random boy that was sketching out something with a focused expression. Alex couldn't see the drawing, but she had the feeling that it was probably really good. Just look at his face. Who's that intense and doesn't do a good job? Alex had the feeling that she got a similar face when she was playing her instrument, but she never really checked in the mirror for that sort of thing. She stared at him and his concentration in fascination before shaking herself. Don't stare. That's rude. And creepy. Go do your homework, she chided herself.

[apathy,]

ғeмαle. | вoυɴтy нυɴтer. | ѕιɴɢle.
"dυн." | "yoυ love ιт." | "oғ coυrѕe, ɴo crυѕн."
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Rude awakenings were something she wasn’t growing used to, and most likely would never. “Go away…” She muttered barely audible enough for Logan to even hear. Then the banging stopped and he yelled something about coming into her room. It wasn’t like she was hiding anything, she had cleaned her room yesterday, and the room was surprisingly clean for once. But, that didn’t help the fact that she was a restless sleeper and was always sprawled out on the bed when she woke up. Blankets were piled on the floor, with her head down by the foot of the bed. It took her a while to even register where she was in the room, and why she was freezing.

“Come into my room and someone’s going to have a knife to the head.”
She snarled watching as Logan peeked into the room, giving a sigh of annoyance she picked up some of the blankets and pulled them over her body. “Just go away… Or…” She started, not really being such a morning person, or well she was not a person who could wake up and be all happy. But, she was never happy when she was awake in the first place.
“Throw a pillow at you…” She threatened looking down at her feet; there weren’t any pillows down there. They must be all on the floor. “Get out of my room so I can get up.” She muttered rolling around under the blankets and curling up to get warm. After a minute or two, she didn’t care if Logan- or Lake, whatever his name was, was still in the room. She climbed out of bed and smoothed down the rolled up pajama pants leg and stalked towards the bathroom.

“Y’know, Lake, Logan, kid with so many names, have you ever heard of privacy?” Trixi asked; she knew he knocked, but he still insisted on at least trying to get into her room. She was still trying to shake off the grogginess from sleep off of her, that’s the main reason why she wasn’t yelling at the moment. Slamming the door behind her she went into the bathroom. “God, this is a huge house, and he just always has to annoy me…” Talking to herself as quiet as could be she turned to face herself in the mirror. Her hair being a mess, like always, spent around five minutes on her red hair before doing whatever else in the bathroom.

Bella walked out of her bathroom and back into her room, all the blankets on the floor once more. Shaking her head slightly she walked out of her room and made her way to the kitchen. “Logan! What time is it?!” She screamed lounging down on the couch, still in her pajamas. It wasn’t like she was going to do really anything today, just another boring day…

[abandoned.]

[[finally replaced Amy's form. eh...I'm too lazy to read all the posts D: not to mention my brother's being a butt also...]]

[Destonation]

(( Quick question, do all the weavers know each other already / is there a camp? ^^' ))

[eden .]

(( Quick question, do all the weavers know each other already / is there a camp? ^^' ))

[well...]

{ - 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. }

[ so it looks like they do all know each other...that's what we've been RPing as, so if it's not that, then #awkward. ]

EDIT: [ wait, I got some posts mixed up. sorry, I don't believe Silence. had anything about a camp in their post ... so I guess I jumped the gun? ._. '' ]

[delete please-]

|| o.o Oh dear, now Stormy is confused. XD So there's no camp? I followed Choey on that idea, but I have no idea if there is a camp there. XD||

[abandoned.]

((.-. This is...amusing and perplexing...we should...er...wait for Magical Rain..))

[eden .]

[ I assumed there was a camp b/c Silence. said "Dream weavers hidden in the forest". I thought that implied they were all together, b/c I didn't think it likely they were all in the same forest by chance, and I figured if they're all together they probably made SOME sort of living area, although I tried to avoid specifying what it looked like in my post. ]

[ I'm super dumb. sorry guys. Silence., would you like me to edit? >< ]

[delete please-]

|| There might not be a camp, but maybe there could be a meeting place in the woods where the dream weavers meet up? That would make some sense. XD But it depends on what silence. says. I'll edit my post if there isn't a camp thing. :B ||

[Zombie Skittles]

{ okay okay. Hold up. I see there's confusion.
I should have mention this before.
but really I was just kind of going with it. Haalha
The dream weavers are hidden in the forest.
In a camp. Does that answer all the questions? }