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[moreponiesneeded]

-I've got my basics down now, if anyone would like to take a look. Now it's time for pictures and lots of writing XD-

[Brittle]

Putting Riley up with Coraline, eh hem, Rora and Niley? {Lol same girl and boy's we were gonna do on Greyson Eddie? {up to you D: }

[underland.]

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A baby boy was born on the first of April in the year of 1995. His mother was a seventeen year old girl and his father was six feet under. Six months into the pregnancy, the girl sadly decided to put her baby boy after naming him and knowing that he would be able to survive, knowing that she would ridher life of the remembrance of nineteen year old husband. When the boy was born she named him Westlie Alykxander Rose, was his first full name. She begged the adopting agency to let her stay and help with him until he was adopted, they allowed it knowing the pain she was going through. The girl watched for two full years her baby grow and she watched him leave her, tears streaming down both of their faces. After, the mother watched herself lose him she decided to get out of her old life and work for the adopting agency, which is where she still is today. At the age of two, Westlie A. Rose became Westlie A. Yarmouth. He then moved from Boston, Massachusetts to Long Beach, California. Which is where he would spend the rest of his childhood all the way to high school. Westlie spent his time being the good kid, as he grew up with his troublesome "brother" named Devin. When he was fourteen and old enough to understand his past and how he came to the Yarmouth's he was handed a letter which came with him from his biological mother. After reading the letter, Westlie's behaviour plummeted to where it seemed incurable. He freaked and hit an all time low. The only good thing that came out of that is the need to meet his biological mother one day. By the time he was sixteen,
he was caught by the police smoking a cigarette and possessing a weapon. The reason why he was caught by the police was he unknowingly assisted some people he considered friends in a robbery, by driving the car they were in. He was then sentenced with one year in juvenile detention, which all occured with his 'brother" Devin. After, his run in with the law he straightened himself out to where he was not considered the one to end up in jail for robbery or murder. He still lights a cigarette every now and then.

[pumpkin.]

{ Accepted; awesome form c; }
{ I suppose we could start. }

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Freak..., freak..., freak... Head cradled by the invisible grasp of insanity, caressed by the protective hands of sleep, Kristen took no notice to the calloused grip that was attempting to shake her awake to reality. Apparently, the person's effort was to no avail, for in the next moment a fierce blow of pressure was applied to her cheek. Recoiling backwards, strained to get away from whoever her attacker was, the disarrayed girl flung her bony frame to the side in a feeble attempt to get out of reach of whoever had struck her. In a fluid, ungraceful movement, she fell to the cold tiles of the cell with the softest thud possible. The thud, however, was masked by a nearly inaudible cry of pain. Eyelids fluttering open to reveal faded blue eyes, a strangled gasp managed to escape her taut throat, echoing around the cell with a clarification of loneliness and depression hidden in the walls. Swiveling her head 'round a bit too quickly, Kristen lifted a burdened palm and pressed it reassuringly against her forehead, trying to comfort her throbbing temples. "Morons," she muttered, rising to her feet with an aggravated eye roll. Just then, she caught movement in the corner of her eye, and glanced to the side to have her eyes land on an asylum guard. He didn't have to speak, for the threatening glint in his eye was enough say for anything. Bashful personality returning, Kristen nodded hastily and scurried off to the corner of her cell on trembling legs, standing there with a submissive position until she heard the clanking that signified the asylum guard had left. Stripping from the nightgown all females were assigned, she stood in front of the mirror that had been hung in her cell with disapproving eyes.
Kristen didn't know what was gazing back at her, but she knew it was hideous. It's chest seemed constricted, the ribs of the creature pressed firmly against its skin and sticking out like a deer in the headlights, while it's majestic blue eyes were dull and faded into a blue-green color. Skin sickly pale, the scars engraved were flashing out as if screaming, 'freak, freak, freak!' Backing away from the reflection with a nauseating mound lodged in her stomach, Kristen masked the anorexic and wounded frame with a casual set of clothes- one of few that she had managed to pack before she was thrown in the demonic asylum. Reassuringly pushing her glasses securely back up onto the bridge of her nose, she wiped a stray tear away from the corner of her eye before pivoting on her heel and stepping hesitantly out of the cell that was then considered home. Pondering eyes were replaced with a fearful gaze as other prisoners- um, wait, patients- began stepping out of their own cells. Ultimately mustering up the courage out of somewhere deep inside, Kristen took her first step into the hallway- one of which was screaming "bloody murder" with the tune of a dead song. Picking up her pace, the wreck of a girl averted her eyes from all others, only glancing up occasionally to steal a glimpse of another patient herded in the asylum.
After what seemed like forever, the excruciating walk down the hallway was over and Kristen found herself outside in the tranquility of the courtyard. Then again, it only seemed tranquil because none of the other patients were yet outside along with her. And, just praying the opposite happened instead, when the other patients did arrive all chaos would most likely break loose, for Kristen had the idea some may have anger issues; what, with being trapped in such a place she couldn't blame them! Observing the courtyard, the girl sat down on a bench hidden underneath the ravaged gazebo that was carelessly placed, waiting for someone else to appear.

{ Sorry for the bad post, guys; I'm on mobile. }
{ Accepted for now, Eddy c: }
{ Dudes, please don't set up relationships, let everyone get to know each other. }
{ Sorry, for some reason that pisses me off. Please understand; I don't want you mad at me :c }
{ Crushes are allowed, but no, like, reserving another's charrie for a romantic interaction with your own. }
{ Accepted for now, Unlikely. }

[coriander.]

[[ Darn, I'm about to leave xD I'll post later tonight, I promise :) ]]

[littleghosthunter]

>>I'll post soon, right now I'm busy sorry

[underland.]

I'll start working on my posts, it may take me a while busy moving.>>

[underland.]

Putting Riley up with Coraline, eh hem, Rora and Niley? {Lol same girl and boy's we were gonna do on Greyson Eddie? {up to you D: }

You're confusing me Niley?? Or is this not pertaining me? I'll finish my guy form later tonight. >>

[Brittle]

it doesn't concern you at all.
I was talking to Eddie bear.

Reserved for my post!

[littleghosthunter]

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Carter inhaled as she sat there staring at the wall. Don't move, don't speak. And defiantly don't snap. You will not become a target. She thought as she sat there. Biting her lip to keep the screams that bubbled up inside of her, from escaping. Be lifeless, they will pay no attention too someone who will not put up a fight. Her thoughts roared. She took a deep breath her eyes remaining on the wall. Body emotionless, as the guard entered her cell. Biting her lip she shuddered as he placed a hand on her back. He stood there as if expecting her to snap, and put up a fight the way she used to. But he got nothing. Though he knew how to push her buttons an enjoyed doing it. His hand slid down her back till it was at the hem if her nightgown. Panic filtered in her eyes as she shot up of the bed and away from him against the wall. "Get away from me, don't touch me" She snapped as she stood there staring at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

She chipped down on her tongue, as he laughed at her. But he got up and left, closing the door behind him. She rushed to her bag pull in out a pair of skinny jeans, and a tank top. Pulling a plaid button up on top afterward. She stepped into her shoes, and peeked out of the cell. Slipping out into the hallway. She didn't want to deal with anyone at the moment. As she very zombie like walked out to the courtyard, hugging herself.
>>Wb an I don't know what to put for my boy, also on kindle