our deal. - closed

[carrie dee.]

{ she posted without my consent - her form was not accepted.
we just need one more!
i'm anxious to get this off the ground, so as soon as we get that last position filled and everybody at least begins their forms, we can start.
if anybody's willing to take the last spot, i will be eternally grateful.
seriously. xD }

[FamineMyth]

( If the scout isn't taken by sometime tomorrow, I have a male Charrie I could use. I could just tweak his form to fit this roleplay. My form for Stephen is done by the way, sorry it isn't too fancy. )

[anchor QUITTING]

OH NO I SEE A SPIDER WEB ♛ ♛ ITS TANGLED UP WITH ME & I LOST MY HEAD

maxhunt OH NO WHATS THIS ♛ ♛ A SPIDER WEB & IM CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE

name max hunt
rank scout
gender male
age nineteen
orientation straight
birth date september nine
birth place new york city

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OH I TURNED TO RUN ♛ ♛ THOUGHT OF ALL THE STUPID THINGS IVE DONE

hair colour brown
eye colour caramel
skin tone tan
weight 145 lbs
height 5' 11"
modifications tattoo

good traits stealthy, quiet, sly
bad traits shy, stubborn, negative
dislikes crowds, spotlight
likes seclusion, silence
phobias heights

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OH, WELL IF I EVER CAUSED YOU TROUBLE

crush none
girlfriend none
exes none

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form © anchor. character © anchor. pictures © their respectful owners. lyrics © coldplay. faceclaim © hayden christensen. no stealing, please.

[carrie dee.]

{ okay, guys! we're good to go.
you needn't wait for me - feel free to post your intros!
it's currently mid-afternoon on a friday - y'all cal go from there. c: }

[Guest]

[ friendly bump. ]

[anchor QUITTING]

( sorry my form is taking so long, my friend was over \: it's almost done though )

[wolfie.]

ooc ;; my form is taking a long time too, and I apologize. fyi, it's not going to be super long or extravagant because doing that really saps my muse and I have nothing to write later in the roleplay. If you need an example post because my form won't be too long or large, I can go ahead and send you a couple of them. :3

[skyl_er]

[ I'm just going to get at least the basics up and fill the rest out later, if thats cool? I already have my male up! ]

[eden .]

нαlιм • ɴαjjαr
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мαle | тweɴтy тwo | dαy тroттerѕ | тнe leαder

Halim threw up a hand as the others called goodbye. He exited the small pawn shop that served as his employment until he could get out of the dusty, suffocating place everyone called Best Coast and stretched a little. He had been working since early that morning, anxious to take as many shifts as he could in the interest of making some money. While he had things keeping him here for the moment, Halim had promised himself he definitely was not going to stay here forever. There was a limit to how long he could take the feud. He was not going to grow old here, and he was determined not to die here

But as of today, he was stuck here, so might as well make the best of it. Halim pulled out his car keys, the wooden dove happily bouncing along on the key ring, and headed towards his car. It was beaten up, dusty, had to be refilled twice a day, and made very uncomfortably loud bangs on occasion, but it was his. He was lucky to have a car, at all. Halim climbed in and began to make for the tunnel.

It took him maybe fifteen minutes to get there. He then continued another two blocks south and one to the west of the tunnel and parked in front of a small florist that he was pretty sure was on the verge of bankruptcy. Just like everything else in the place. Halim sighed and retraced his trail, going back to the tunnel while keeping an eye out for any Creepers that may have slunk out of their nest a bit too early. He was fairly confident he didn't see any, so he ducked into the tunnel and made his way to the apartment.

It was mercifully cool in the darkness of the tunnel, but the apartment was somewhat of another story. Was the AC broken again? Probably. Or maybe no one bothered to then it on. Halim glanced around, wondering if anyone had stayed the night and most of the day here.

"Hello?" Hakim called out, feeling completely comfortable and safe in his own hideout. Was anyone here to play?

[anchor QUITTING]

( sorry that my form isnt finished/ im not posting. my grandparents are over and i just got assassin's creed so… im a bit preoccupied at the moment. but ill have it finished by friday, maybe even thursday. )