one fish two fish [one direction-two spots left!]

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this roleplay plot belongs to chachi
her and i co-own this roleplay
all credit for the idea belongs to her
my job was the coding c;
and yes, stealing will be reported


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ＯＮＥ ＦＩＳＨ ＴＷＯ ＦＩＳＨ
-------------------------ｒｅｄ ｆｉｓｈ ｂｌｕｅ ｆｉｓｈ

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the gals;
every summer, the town of chickadee hosts the one fish two fish red fish blue fish carnival, also known as the OTRB carnival. { pronounced otterb } . all profits made from this carnival go to the children's hospital and helps to pay for surgery fees and such. every time they host this event, you love to volunteer and help around, hosting some of the booths. there is also a band of musicians the carnival hires for the event to bring in more customers. after a groups decision, one direction is hired and brought in. you helped to tend to the lads needs to make them feel welcome, such as hairdresser, picking out their outfits, bringing them food, tending to minor pains such as sore throats and headaches, answering their questions about anything, and guide. but after the first show, the one lad you help the most hands you his number. what do you do?


the lads;
the head of a charity carnival has hired you and the lads to perform and bring in more money. you guys think it would make your Inge look even better, and go along with it. when you arrive, five girls are there to help you with your needs. one of them appeals to you, and you ask for her help more often than needed. but as you spend more time with her, you want to get to know her even more. finally , at the end of your first show, you hand her your number. she blinks and blushes, and you bite your lip. what if she hands it back?

plot-☁- rules -☁- boys -☁- girls -☁- updates

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{i know everybody hates them but i'll try and keep them nice and simple c:}


[one] this is a semi-lit and up roleplay. writers block is fine, but please try and keep your posts to at least three lines. at very least. because we all know that writing a reply to a one liner is torture. try to be fair to the others, one liners just aren't acceptable.we're sort of picky about this. and again, if you have writers block and cannot even bring yourself to write one or two lines, let me or chachi know and we'll figure things out.

[two] be active! this is a big one, because if you get a spot in this roleplay and don't post at least once a week, then somebody else doesn't have anybody to reply to. so please, don't join if you won't have the time. we wont be holding reservations for longer than 24 hours, so if you reserve a spot and don't post within the next day, the spot will be open again. if you have any problems like you're going away or something that you cannot post your form, let me or chachi {ʰᵉᶫᶫᵒ ᵈᵃʳᶫᶦᶰᵍ } know. we want to be able to start quickly and have everybody posting, please commit a little to this, it's greatly appreciated c:

[three] for characters, if you play a girl, please play a boy as well {and vise versa}. you will have to use your own forms, and we just ask that it's nice, you put a little love into it. posts and forms actually, we're sort of picky. just make them nice, it doesn't have to be something huge and fancy, if you need some examples i could happily provide you some. plus we always love seeing pretty forms! no mary or gary sues, your character can't be perfect, one of the resons that we made back stories for each one. you should go to much farther from those though, don't make some huge dramatic back story that alters everything, but something simple. it's not too much to ask.

[five] this should be pretty common sense, but keep this roleplay appropriate. blur out the vowels in curse words if you're going to curse { sh*t, *ss, f*ck}. words like crap and damn are acceptable though. no sexual scenes at all please, fade to black, timeskip, whatever just don't post anything inappropriate here.


[six] we trust that everybody treats each other with respect. no harsh comments or spamming, and please, if somebody asks for a recap, give them the recap! it's not the hardest thing to tell them whatever that they missed.


side note; we will be checking recent posts before reserving you a spot,
again, we're picky about that sort of stuff cx

{we are now taking reservations!}
{please send any questions to matchbox cars. please c:}

plot-☁- rules -☁- boys -☁- girls -☁- updates

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ＨＡＲＲＹ ＳＴＹＬＥＳ
❝hazza❞
you know, harry seems to be a bit misunderstood. everybody is always calling him the flirty boy and a womanizer, when really he is not any of that. sure he likes girls, but that's like any teenage boy. he really just wants to prove himself, so the world that he isn't just some body-wanting womanizer. show them that he knows how to treat a girl right, and love her. that's all he really wants. and when he met olivia he knew that he would be able to show her, and everybody else, that he knows how to love somebody.

paired with olivia grace odrea
played by curly.



ＮＩＡＬＬ ＨＯＲＡＮ
❝nialler ❞
this little irishman just wants love. he wants his princess, somebody that he can spend the rest of his life with. but it seems to be that nobody else wants that. nobody he's ever met at least. all of these years he's just been searching for the perfect girl, yet coming up clean. he really does deserve love, but lately he's been telling himself that there's no use. maybe the perfect girl isn't out there.... that's what he thought until he met maeson.

paired with maeson cate dunn
played by sleepyheads



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❝daddy direction❞
liam is known as the responsible one; daddy direction. looking out after the other boys, the innocent guy. a rule follower. sure those things are true, but he really doesn't want that. he want's to be that romantic, loving boyfriend to the girl of his dreams. but so far, he hasn't found her. he just doesn't want to be titled as some innocent boy who is too involved with his job to have a girlfriend. he wants a girlfriend. so badly. and it seemed like fait brought him and __ together, they both need each other so badly.

paired with ___
played by roar -



ＬＯＵＩＳ ＴＯＭＬＩＮＳＯＮ
❝tommo❞
this is louis. the fun-loving, energetic, oldest one of the group. and even though he is the oldest, he sure doesn't act like it. playing pranks on everybody, running around playing football {soccer} all of the time, he's like a 5 year old trapped in the body of a 21 year old. he's in a boyband with all of the money he could ask for, he can buy whatever he wants, go wherever he wants, life is pretty good when there's no rules. but for louis, there's always something missing. he needs a girl in his life, somebody to take care of him, and somebody that he could take care of. a partner in crime, somebody who could be like a best friend. he needs somebody to love. and it seems like ___ needs the same thing.

paired with loraine mikhail johanason
played by matchbox cars.


ＺＡＹＮ ＭＡＬＩＫ
okay, so here's the guy with a few labels. " the bad boy ". " the quiet one ". " the stylish one ". " the vain one ". he can be all of these, but not to a full extent like how some fans exaggerate about. he can be a splash of a bad boy, but nothing too serious. sure, he skipped school once or twice, but he never killed someone or anything. and he is rather quiet and keeps to himself, but he has a reason for it. he's a little shy, that's all. and being stylish, well, can't really say anything here. but vain, oh! he's not as vain as people say. he [i]can[/i{ be a tad bit vain, but he's not looking in every single reflective surface. a label that fits this lad for sure is " misunderstood ".
paired with carter marie prescott
played by ___

plot-☁- rules -☁- boys -☁- girls -☁- updates

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ＴＨＥ ＢＲＯＫＥＮ ＯＮＥ
olivia grace odrea
olivia is this girl that is sort of hard to get. she's been through it all, horrible break ups and horrible boys, leaving her trust very limited. and by very, she means very. she almost feels like there's no more hope in trying to date, that every time she'll end up with another abusive jerk that only wants a girl for her body. a womanizer. so she avoids them at all costs, any boy that she doesn't know. until one day, she steps out of her shell and meets harry, and even though he has constantly been titled as exactly what she's afraid of, she sees something different in him, something worth trying for.

paired with harry
played by roar -


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maeson cate dunn
maeson is one of those girls that doesn't act like she is. she plays video games, watches football {soccer} and eats everything, and she just doesn't care. pretty much all of her friends are boys, that's just how she is. the only thing girly about her is the fact that she is very insecure. she has no reason, but it just one day hit her that she wasn't like the other girls, that they were all so girly and she was over here playing call of duty with her friends {who are boys}. and meeting niall, this insecurity kicks in full speed, she turns from this extreme tomboy to a shy, quiet, actually even putting on makeup every once and a while kind of girl, even though niall just wants a girl who is already exactly what she is..

paired with niall
played by curly


ＴＨＥ ＳＨＹ ＯＮＥ
name here
this girl is sort of an outcast. she went to an all girl's school for pretty much all of her life, and she hasn't had much experience with boys. well, none really. no boyfriends, no first kisses, none of it. even though all of her friends have, she hasn't. and she's always told herself that she doesn't need boys, or love, or any of it. she's just fine on her own. although at times she did find herself crushing on some boys, she would shake out of it, tell herself again that boys are a waste of her time. but as much as she tries and tried to tell herseld that, she finds herself more and more interested in boys. the thing is that she doesn't know anything about them, nor how to act around them. she'll turn all awkward and shy, and thinks that nobody will ever love her. even meeting liam, she just feels so insecure about how to act and if he likes her. she doesn't know how to know if he does or not...

paired with liam
played by ___


ＴＨＥ ＦＵＮＮＹ ＯＮＥ
loraine mikhail johanason
loraine has always been the class clown, the one everyone wants to be around, and apparently the one a lot like because of her open and funny personality. it has its good and bad sides. good thing, friends can come along easily with her. bad news? she can most of the time get stuck with some of the worst people. such as the past boyfriends she has had, and some of the non-lasting friendships she had obtained. and some of those friendships and relationships has closed the little class clown down a bit. she is less bouncy and open, she just wants to find that one to open her little heart back up and bring that class clown attitude back up.

paired with louis
played by sleepyheads


ＴＨＥ ＭＩＳＦＩＴ ＴＯＹ
cater marie prescott
wip

paired with zayn
played by matchbox cars.

plot-☁- rules -☁- boys -☁- girls -☁- updates

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WE ARE CURRENTLY TAKING RESERVATIONS!
the spots left are liam's girl and zayn so once we have everybody's forms up we will start!
if you have any questions please send them to matchbox cars.
all credit for the idea of this roleplay belongs to her
my job here was everything else cx

thank you for your patience, we'll be sure to start this as soon as possible c:

plot-☁- rules -☁- boys -☁- girls -☁- updates

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Hello there random stranger. My name is Maeson Cate Dunn, but everybody calls me Mae. My name comes from nowhere really, my parents just liked the name Mason because they thought that they were having a boy, but instead they got little me, and they decided to just keep the name but make it more girly. I think that it's a nice name though, even though it really is a boy name. My parents are from Liverpool and they met each other at their university. Yup, college lovers. Not the most exciting thing in the world, but hey, it's part of my story. My birthday is May 27, 1993. So i'm 18 right now, but almost 19. I have one brother named Wyatt who just turned 23, and my little sister Hayden who is 3. My mom and dad divorced when I was maybe 12 and my mom re-married and moved in with my stepdad Phil. Phil is sucha boring name to me... My mom's name is Clara, it's a family name from my great aunt Clara. My dad's name is Lucas, and he got re-married to a nice lady shortly after my mom. Her name is Marie, and she actually has a son who is about my age from another marriage named Fletcher, but I don't see him very often since my dad moved to California after the divorce, and him ,Marie, Xander and Fletcher live there. Xander and Fletcher are twins from Marie's first marriage. My mom still lives in the U.K with me thankfully, but I live in a separate apartment with my cat, Mouse. Wyatt lives down the block from me too, with his girlfriend Ella. She and I are great friends, considering that she's been like my only friend for a long time. I've had trouble socializing, yes, and I'm pretty shy too. But once you get to know me, I will be your best friend. Seriously, Im a little quiet sometimes, but I love having friends and I love just having days where I could just sit inside all day and watch movies, paint my nails maybe, but have a friend to do it with.

my family; wyatt ella fletcher xander hayden


I am about 5'1, and I'm a proud shorty. I find that being short has it's advantages. I have sort of caramel-brown hair that's naturally very straight, although some days it gets a little wavy, and I like curling it a lot. I usually wear it up in a bun, and I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe it's because my hair gets stuck in my sunglasses and earrings so I always pull it up when I wear that stuff. I'll say that for now. I have olive-ish skin and some freckles everywhere. Not like crazy amount of freckles though, just normal I guess. I love wearing over-sized sweaters and sweatshirts, which is why I steal them from my brother a lot. My fashion sense is sort of hipster-like. I love wearing boots too, Doc Martens are my favorite. I just cannot wear high heels, it just won't happen. I can't even wear wedges, I just trip around and look like an idiot. I'm not very girl, so I usually don't really wear a whole lot of makeup or anything, and I don't really put anything in my hair other than ponytail holders and clips, not really anything to frilly or fancy or anything. I had braces when I was younger, so my teeth are pretty nice. I have only have one little tattoo of a little bird over my shoulder. I got it a little while ago, sot of after Ed Sheeran's song ; Little Bird. I'm not completely sure of the meaning of it, but I thought it was adorable. And after I got that one, I'm pretty sure that I'm not getting another, because it really hurt!

my fashion; x o x o


So what do I like? Well, I like a lot of things, so let me explain. Usually I like staying inside, since it's rainy a lot where I live and I'm not the biggest fan of walking around in the rain. So I really like Disney movies, I have every single one, not to mention like the fancy disk sets with the bonus features. Can't forget those. My favorite would probably be the Lady and the Tramp, but I also adore Lilo and Stitch. Some people think it's funny how I'm obsessed with Disney and I'm 18, but I think that it's just fun! They never get old. I also love tea, not a big coffee person, but I drink tea like every single morning. Sometimes at nighttime too. I just love tea! Oh, and chocolate milk! It's my favorite, and again, I don't know why I like such childish things, it's just fun for me. I love cats and dogs, really any animals. I love animals, I actually wanted to be a veterinarian at one point when I was a little younger. But now I work at a little French restaurant down the street. Oh yeah, It's been a big dream of mine to go to France. And I guess that this isn't really an interest, but I end up babysitting Hayden a lot for my mom since she works at the hospital downtown as an ER nurse. But sometimes Wyatt and I trade places for that job. As for my dad's house, there's sooooo much more to do in California! My dad has a nice beach house with Marie with a bunch of bedrooms and like a gazillion surfboard, paddleboards, kayaks, skateboards, anything that you could imagine using. So Wyatt and I learned how to surf one summer, and we'll go out with Fletcher for pretty much the whole day, whether it's surfing or skateboarding or whatever, this sort of weather is something that we just love. We take advantage of every second of it. There are so many different animals and fish and everything you could imagine there. We consider it paradise, but that also may be because Wyatt and I only really travel to there and back home. I wish that we could travel more, but sometimes it's just too expensive for us, and the airport is sort of far from us anyways. Another thing that I love is MUSIC! More specifically, Ed Sheeran, Mumford and Sons, One Direction, Imagine Dragons, the list goes on and on. It's like a passion of mine, but I really don't like singing in front of other people.....

my favorite songs; like a star sunrise beg hazy don't panic


As for now, I'm a very single pringle. And it's never changed from that. I mean, my best friend, Aiden and I sort of were together for a little while in high school, but that really never went anywhere, an now we're just best friends. We both knew that nothing would really change between us. Although Marie always tells me that she thinks Fletcher has a huge crush on me. But that would just be weird. I mean, he's cute, but my dad it married to his mom. I don't even know who his dad is, but technically we're siblings. Just because we're not at all related doesn't mean that I would want to date him. The only boys that I'd want to date are boys that I know won't ever happen. Like Niall Horan and Ed Sheeran, they probably don't even know that I am on the planet. But I really don't know any boys around me that I like more than a friend. I barely know anything about relationships other than what I've seen from movies and my brother with Wyatt. They're always so lovey dovey around each other, and sometimes it makes me sad that I don't have somebody to do that with. The truth is that I really just want a boyfriend, somebody that loves me and that will be there for me. But like a boyfriend that would also be my best friend, one that I can be goofy with. And sometimes I just feel like it's never going to happen....

[kuromi.]

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♚ --- ♚ --- ♚
ＭＥＥＴＩＮＧ ＭＥ.
ＳＡＹ ＨＥＬＬＯ.
ＨＥＬＬＯ, ＤＡＲＬＩＮＧ.
ＴＨＥ ＭＩＳＦＩＴ ＴＯＹ.
the marionette with broken strings;

hello, i'm carter marie prescott. most people call me carter, but very rarely some people call me carter-marie or just marie. i recently turned nineteen , because my birthday is on june seventeenth. yep. i was born on june seventeenth, 1992 to elrisae karen prescott and ethan scott prescott. anyways, i am clearly a female, and would punch you in your ratchet face, because no, i am not a drag queen trying to audition for rupaul's drag race or whatever. i am half italian and half mexican, so be jealous. i have dark hazel eyes like my mother and dark brown hair that's almost black. i love curling my hair, and do so almost every day. my skin color is a really light sunkissed tan, and i like it. i like to dress like a hipster. i'm that girl. that girl that's in those tumblr pictures. i am five foot exactly with a shoe size of seven in womens. i am slim yet curvy, and somewhat petite. i can be very spunky and playful, but also full of sass. i tend to look out for my little group of friends like they're my own children. i tend to stay silent longer than most, and don't really care what others say. i like bad boy's and softies, so i don't necessarily have a type. i guess i can be intelligent, but i'm not some advanced scholar protégé or anything. i never really liked doing what what other little kids did when i was eight. some kids liked to go play "cops and robbers" or stay inside and color all day. i would plead my mom to make me look pretty and have my uncle[ who was a professional photographer ] come over and take pictures of me in the backyard and send them to local shops and places that needed child models. i wanted to be a model so bad that i would often miss birthday parties to take my portfolio to local child modeling agency's for my scheduled appointments. sure, i made the occasional birthday party i was invited to, but not all. finally when middle school started, i got my own little contract to do the modeling for posters in macy's. i was thrilled, and invited to go to a school of performing arts [grades seventh through twelfth ]. i didn't have a clue on how model's where with performing arts, until my mom explained that models are in pictures and shows and that qualifies as an art. so, i accepted and started on the first day of school as a little scared seventh grader. of course i was scared, who wouldn't be? i walked around the school, trying to get to my first class. i bumped into some guy as i turned into a hallway, and we talked for awhile. his name was peter, an eighth grader in the drumline of the marching band, and he helped me around my classes that day. a few weeks later we started dating, and he was my first kiss. and i know what your thinking. " love at first sight? so fake! " well, hold your buns because this wasn't a perfect relationship. we broke up a month later. yeah. every fairy tale has an ending. mine was in the bad side of the tracks. anyways, i wasn't crazy talented like the other kids there, but just ignored that. i got another boyfriend or two in the with with grade, and enjoyed my middle school years. when i was a freshman, i knew my way around the school pretty good. when i was a sophomore, i let a kid in my acting class. his name was warren, and he was a junior. we talked for a while that day and at the end of the day, we decided to go get pizza. we ended up kissing in the arcade of the pizzeria, but i didn't mind. we where in love. my actual first love. peter was more of a fling, but warren was something special. his talent was dancing, and that was what got him accepted into the school. we dated for a long time, and where a well-known couple around the school. when i became a junior and warren became a senior, i finally started modeling for hollister. it was nice. a cute boyfriend, and achieving a partial cut of my dreams. even when warren graduated we where still dating. but after i graduated, warren had to move to australia to pursue his caree. i knew what that meant. he wanted to break up. i could see it in his eyes he didnt want to, but he knew in his brain that he had to. she after alot of crying, making out, and hugging, we broke up. we still text each other, but it isn't the same. a few months after i graduated highschool, i promised myself i would take a year to relax from school before going to college. the weird thing is, i never really thought about college yet. i didnt even know where i wanted to go. after a few weeks of moping about warren, i met shea. funny thing is, we met in a fresh and easy. yeah. did i mention i lived in california at the time? haha. anyways, we talked for the day and he invited me back to his place. we kissed and talked, and i clung to him and he didn't seem to mind. a bunch a steamy kisses is what happened there. we kept having kisses like that for weeks. he thought i was into him, but only i knew why i was here. i was desperate and lonely, and he was lonely and cute. i wasn't neccesarily using him, but he was more of a friend with benefits so to speak. we didn't do anything rated r, so no false pregnancies here! he was actually a really nice guy once i got to know him. he was going to medical school to become a nurse or medical assistant, and i found that really attractive. but after awhile i felt guilty, so i told him he deserved wetter and gave him a hug and a soft kiss on the forehead before leaving him. i still miss him sometimes. a month after the break-up with shea, my one year contract with hollister ended. so i packed up my stuff, and moved here to uk! i bought myself a cute little apartment[or as they say in the uk, "flat"] in chickadee and that's where i stay now! after lion here for a few months and getting settled in, i had my parents ship all my stuff over. my five year old mudi named stitch was sent over, along with my car. anyways, when i got settled in and all my stuff, i went to an official modeling agency and applied. i got an interview a few days later. i went in and roof in a line in a bathing suit with a few other girls and they looked us over. they pointed out a few scars i had and a scab on my ankle. yes, i was a klutz, but they where nothing so bad i couldn't hide with makeup! they picked out a few girls an left me and another girl. they kept examining us and then picked the other girl. they said, " sorry, you're just a misfit toy that we don't need. terribly sorry. " and that was that. i was dropped. i left broken hearted and then decided to give up my modeling career. i then recently signed up for the carnival to help. the carnival gives each person who helps a small payment. and after helping last year, i got myself a new phone case. well, there's nothing else to really say here, so, erm, bye? yeah. goodbye!
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[ loraine mikhail johanason ] [ 'lori'; 'misha' by close family ] [ russian/german ]
[ twenty ] [ march 17th ] [ siblings: lucy and pete ] [ parents: ann and george ]
[ dark brunette ] [ five eight ] [ pale hazel eyes ] [ light freckles on shoulders ]
[ friendly ] [ social, open ] [ competitive ] [ a romantic ] [ jokester ] [ smiles ]

xxxxhello... my name's loraine. loraine mikhail johanason, if you want to be specific. however, it's a bit lengthy, so everyone just calls me lori. mikhail, my middle name, is a family name usually intended for males... but i'm the oldest of my siblings, so i got it instead of peter, who it would suit better. however, tradition is tradition, and i have no problem with it. my nana calls me misha, a nickname for people named mikhail. she's a nice old lady, most of my extended family are sweethearts. the johanason last name is german, from my dad. i actually wasn't born in the states- instead, my mother found herself having a baby while she was on vacation in sweden. quite an awkward situation, if you ask me. i'm currently twenty years old, and attending UCSB down in Santa Barbara, although i consider my hometown Chickadee. it's where i was raised, where luce and pete were born, and all things are familiar there. college is difficult, which is why i'm glad to be going back home for the summer. my childhood was pretty normal. i had a load of friends in elementary school- practically everyone was chummy with me. middle school and high school were different, of course, but i still had a crowd surrounding me wherever i went. my parents had a good relationship, and although the siblings were irritating, i loved them irrationally.
xxxxas far as looks go, i've been told that i have an unorthodox type of beauty. what i personally think is that they're trying to say something nice but don't want to lie. of course, there are days when i get up and say 'heyy i actually have decent hair today!' or 'my legs look nice; i'm going to wear a skirt!' but i certainly don't consider myself vain. compared to other girls, with curls that i can never get to stay in place, and striking blue eyes, i'm nothing. however, looks aren't what i measure worth in. i couldn't care less if i looked like a horse's rear end. i'm rather tall at 5'8, add to that the fact that i love wearing heels. my long, thin, limbs add to the impression that i resemble a sort of willow tree branch. my figure is very slender, kind of a straight up and down other than my bust and slim hips. moving on... my sense of style is rather mature. i don't mind showing off my body a bit, because it's not something that embarrasses me. don't get me wrong- i don't parade around in string bikinis, but i do like skirts. skirts, shorts, very classy yet cute clothes. i'm a huge fan of thrift shopping- when i was little, i'd steal my mom's clothes and cut things out of them that i'd wear to school. bless my heart, those old blouses were despicable. some examples of my style are as follows: xxxx
xxxxfor as long as i've been alive, i've been social. drop me in a pile of unfamiliar people, i'll have their numbers in less than ten minutes and be chatting up a storm. before the night's over, i'll have a new friend. like my appearance, i don't get nervous around people at all. i also have a sort of natural talent to read people and understand how they're feeling. i suppose it makes me a good friend to blow off steam or whatever. i never want to let anyone down, which can be hard when you're associated with so many people. i'm also good for a laugh! i love making me smile. sometimes, i just do something stupid not on purpose, and people will hug me and say how precious i am [ don't really get why but if it floats your boat ]. i like talking, and i'm not afraid to express how i feel about things, even personal things. i don't lie often, it just complicates the matter further. if you tell the truth, you won't be worrying about people finding out what you're trying to hide. i can sometimes be a bit rude, but i'm usually forgiven. i played several sports in high school and still do- i did field hockey and tennis, which i love playing lots of fun. competing is great for me, but i hate to lose. i'm a dedicated worker, and will do anything to achieve what i want. i've been in a couple of relationships, all of which started great but slowly started to suck. i do think i'm a romantic on the inside, and would love to have someone to laugh with and share food with. so far, i just haven't found the right person, i guess.

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name; olivia grace odrea
height; normal
age; 18
eye color; blue
skin color; olive

❝ why hello there, my name is olivia. most people just take the shortcut and call me stuff like 'olive' or something, even though I utterly hate it when people call me 'olive'. so, lets start with my name, so actually my mum went like all crazy with searching for the perfect name for her first child, and guess what, I was her first child. you may think my name is quite simple actually, and well, it is. olivia means in a way, fruitfulness, beauty, dignity, and peace. so when my mum stumbled across this name and meaning in her big book of baby names, she automatically fell in love with it. my mum's mum's name is grace therefore the meaning of why my middle name is what it is. lets move on. my height, well, it is actually normal in the charts for my age and weight so basically there is no, "I am too short and just it is so miserable." or no "I get called 'freak and weirdo' for my height.". my age, well, I am a teenager. i am eighteen years young and proud to be a teen. its hard, but you know, we all make it. my birth date is on December 17 so most of the time it is always cold and i am in my sweaters at home. to be honest i am fine with that though. cozy and in home on my birthday. my eye color is awed by many, but to me it is just a normal eye color. I have light blue eyes but sadly the lightness of my eyes make me need glasses. but I don't really wear them ever, I just wear my contacts like all the time, they have basically become my friends. its not that im insecure about wearing glasses, just I think glasses are such a hussle. I mean they are huge, at least the ones I have, and just, they get in the way so I just decided on contacts. just slip them in and go, well, other than the hell moments when they get crooked or they fall out. my skin color is an olive tinted color, making me look slightly tan at most of the times in my life. I get the gene from my father since his family has a huge trait of olive skin, but my mum also has a small tint of olive, so with my mum and father combined, I was stuck with the olive skin. ❞

.---ｌｉｖｅ ｌｏｎｇ ａｎｄ ｃａｒｒｙ ｏｎ---.

mum and dad; carrie and austin
brothers/sisters; jeremey and mckenzie
living; in the UK
house; ranch style house in the country
relationship status; single pringle
sexual orientation; straight

❝ so your still here I see, so basically you are interested in wanting to know me better. huh. well, sit in, there is a lot to go. my mum's name is carrie, and she has been the biggest inspiration in my whole life. she basically is my life most of the time, I mean we obviously get in arguments, but that is just mother daughter love. my dad, austin, well, we are not particularly close. he objects to nearly everything I do or say so I just try to swerve him most of the time. he loves me, yes, but sometimes he just is too....protective and I don't think he understands he will be loosing his daughter to a boy soon. well, hope to god that will happen. down to my siblings, jeremey and kenzie. jeremey is 16 and kenzie is 14 so we are all respectfully close in age so we all love each other and barley get in arguments. I love both of them with all my heart and protect them with my whole life. I live in the UK, yeah, woopity doo, I have a british accent and have all access to british guys. jelly yet? me and my small family all live in a ranch house in the country by a small pond. not many people pass by our house, so I guess you can say we are secluded kind of. we also have a huge forest behind our house and whenever my parents tick me off (mostly my father) I will just run away to the forest and clam down for a few hours. im currently single, and not looking for a guy to be honest. I love life and am happy, well, now. but its okay, ill make it. but I think it would be nice to have a guy friend in my life, that sounds pretty nice actually. also I am straight, so sorry ladies. but yeah, I just stick with the lads. I have had a couple of relationships in the past but they were pretty much like the testing guinea pigs I guess you could say. a couple here and there through high school but none of them ever lasted more than a week nor got to the 'I Love You' point so I don't count that I have ever had a relationship before. ❞

.---ｌｅｔ ｇｏ ａｎｄ ｍｏｖｅ ｏｎ---.

likes; bracelets, cuttlefish, tacos, schnauzers, and cute iphone cases.
dislikes; preppy spoiled girls, onions, alcohol, dangly earrings, fish, and slow internet.
personality; shy and conserved at first, open, supportive and funny later.
history; rough.

❝ so this is getting deeper and deeper isn't it? kay, lets start with my likes. I like tons of things, and oh you don't know what a cuttlefish is? shame on you. they are like the most adorable squid-like creature ever! see, go ahead, look it up on google. I also am in love with kawaii iphone cases, currently I have a stitch from lilo and stitch 3-D cover on, so you can say I am obsessed. moving onto the things I hate, I utterly hate preppy gals. the ones who have coach purses, high stilettos, perfect hair, ugly attitudes. ugh, it just disgusts me to death. I also hate the taste of any kind of alcohol. like I tried beer once when my father had it in the basement and nearly threw up, so you can say I like swerve from that stuff. now to the deep stuff about me. my personality is really conserved and shy. I don like opening up to people at all, it is really hard for me to trust people and I usually don't which leads to me having very few friends. and when I have very few friends I can actually be supported from, you can expect me to break, and break rather often. not the kind of breaking like going crazy and crying and needing to go to a hospital. no, that's never happened, but I silently go crazy. I stop eating, talking, communicating, sleeping. I just stop functioning like a human, its like my body gives up. and once about when I was 16 I went 'crazy' for too long. I dropped my weight from 150 that was good for my height, down to 110 in just four weeks. my mom noticed the change right away and took me to the doctors and told me I was in critical risk of dropping into anorexia. yes, you heard right. anorexia. I could not believe it, I mean I just stopped eating and lost so much weight. but that doctors appointment helped. I started to eat again until December. I posted a profile picture on facebook and someone simply commented saying 'fat'. I lost it. I was finally regaining myself and I lost it again. I started to go pro anorexia and started stop eating, started exercising, just...it was pitiful. I dropped to a dangerous 95 pounds but was out in the hospital to recover for two months. I am now back and healthy but still struggling daily. I still drop into depression often but recover quickly with the help of my brother that always cheers me up. im still fighting and wont give up. ❞

.---ｉｆ ｍｕｓｉｃ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｉｆｅ, ｔｈｅｎ ｍａｋｅ ｌｉｆｅ ａ ｍｕｓｉｃａｌ---.

fave bands; hot chelle rae, all american rejects, fun, and panic at the disco
fave foods; chocolate, potatoes, gelato, watermelon, and swiss cheese
best friends; kate, alex, chander, and morgan
addictions; internet, sleeping, and tumblr
interests; drawing
style;

❝ not much to really say here, but I do like a few particular songs. I write sins not tragedies by panic at the disco, swing swing by all American rejects, hung up by hot chelle rae, man who cant be moved by the script. interesting choices, but its my music. in the summer time if you see me, all you will see me is with my laptop and a cup of gelato half the time. I am a painful addict to tumblr, and I have an active account and its just so sad. so addicting I swear, if I had the choice of getting in tact with tumblr or being able to rewind and never create an account I would have never done it. but oh well, im stuck with being an addict. better than drugs or anything right? I also have a passion with drawing. It just calms me down I guess you can say. I draw almost anything, I can do self portraits of people, places, buildings, things. But basically the one thing that I have around twenty pieces of, is nature. I absolutely love drawing nature. You can find me in an empty forest with my big easel and my headphones in, just drawing random trees and birds. I guess its relaxing in a way? I don't really know, all I know is I love it and I think I am reasonably good at it. ❞

[Brittle]

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2am; where do I begin,
Crying off my face again.
The silent sound of loneliness
Wants to follow me to bed.

I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most.
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.

Dancing slowly in an empty room,
Can the lonely take the place of you?
I sing myself a quiet lullaby.
Let you go and let the lonely in
To take my heart again.

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There's a cross on the side of the road
Where a mother lost her son
How could she know that the morning he left
Would be the last time she'd trade with him for a little more time
(so she could say she loved him one last time)
And hold him tight
But with life we never know when we're coming up to the end of the road
So what do we do then
With tragedy around the bend

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So this is what you meant?
When you said that you were spent?
And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit,
right to the top.
Don't hold back.
Packing my bags and giving the Academy a rain check.

I don't ever wanna let you down.
I don't ever wanna leave this town.
Cause after all,
this city never sleeps at night.

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