[Foul]

Reserved with the name Axel

[Muttz]

Z I N N I A ~

username;; Shiba inu
name;; Zinnia (zi-nē-ə)
meaning 'flower name'.
gender;; female
story of the beads;; wip
art;; wip c:

[Guepardo]

username :: Guepardo
name :: Kaemon
gender :: Male
story of the beads ::
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Work in progress. c;

[bellumii]

I am so sorry, but i am going to have to drop out. This is practically my dream bean, and i mean that seriously. Her colors, design, everything about her is perfect! But i cant seem to find the time to complete my form. Sorry!

[Caseal<3]

username;;
Hello! i'm The Pure One; ^-^
You may have seen me around, and I've been trying out for JBD's sense the first thread! ^-^
I'm hoping Oliver here is my lucky Bean<3

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"Who me?! Ah! hey, my name, is.. Oliver~ I have a sexy name, -Chuckles- don't you agree? -Wiggles eye brows-"



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"Awe, c'mon man, i'm a dude! fulllll man. Or, at least i'm a guy, i'm only a teenager! So i'm not quiet a 'man' yet."



story of the beads;;
Oliver was only a young bean, he was probably only 13 years of age- It was a day like any other, a sunny day in his town. He was playing with his friends, when he heard one of there parents call him inside. The young bean's friends silenced, and he looked at them, "I'll be back in a few minutes, kay?" He stated. He made his way inside the older beans house, and the parents eyes looked sympathetic, he narrowed his eyes as the bean passed him a house phone. Oliver placed the phone to his ear, and slowly said, "Hello?" he listened a moment, and he heard an older male Jelly Bean Dragon begin to speak in a careful tone. His ears went back slowly, his heart dropping into the deapths of his chest at the police beans words. The male Bean explained to him that while he was away, his mother had been in an accident, and she been hurt very badly, later that day going into the hospital, and passing away. Olive's eyes filled with tears, and he shook his head, almost snapping into the phone in a shaky little voice. "N-No.. I just seen here earlier, s-she can't be dead.." but the male bean responded with the words saying it was true. Oliver burst out of the house, and ran into the woods, tripping over a log. He just laid on the leafy floor of the forest sobbing into the dirt. He whipped his fluffy nose, and let tears drop to the ground, whimpering. His mother was his everything, sense he never knew his father, and he didn't have many friends aside from the two he was just with. Once he gained enough strength to back to his home, he walked in the door, quietly making his way into his moms room. He opened her jewelry drawer, and picked up a string of beads. Oliver held them to his chest, and sighed. "You'll be with me forever..." he said in a lost tone. From that day on, he'd worn the beads around his tail, never taking them off.

Personality;;


Me? haha, you wanna know some shiz huh? Well, lets say you got a few extra hours of your life to waste, then I can tell you everything! But i'll just keep it simple. I'm actually a pretty darn happy person, I haven't a worry in the world~ Just because I went through some traumatic stuff when I was little, don't mean anything! I like to stay pos-i-tive~ Mostly because being unhappy is no fun! Have you ever been around a grumpy buzz kill for more then five minutes? it totally sucks! I am sometimes a little sarcastic though... -Chuckles awkwardly- I say some things I shouldn't, but that's just me... If you don't like it, don't come near me! Cause no matter what i'm just lil' sarcastic me! I love people, I'm a people person okay? but sometimes people don't like me because i'm to lively, and the sarcasm kinda kills it to. so yerp! That's me, if you wanna know anymore just ask my dears!"

[- poppeh]

username;; Poppeh;
name;;
gender;; female
story of the beads;; 500 word limit
extra;;
reserve

[latte jack]

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Hello there, I'm Jack of Apples. You may have seen me around the JBD community, trying out for numerous beans, searching for the one that is right for me. And when I saw this bean, there was an instant connection. I surely feel something strong for him.

I've been wanting to use the name Clay for a while, and when I saw this lovely boy, I knew it was for him. Though it can come in many other colors nowadays, I've always pictured clay a grey hue, and this bean immediately reminded me of it.

I see Clay as a male. Many may think the beads put off a feminine air, but I think guys can wear them just the same.

Clay was a traveler. He traveled to many towns and cities looking for work. But it was not just work he was looking for. He was looking for his career, something to call his passion.

Clay stood inside a quaint little stone cottage with a thatched roof. The human standing beside him had promised to give him lodging while he was in town. Clay looked around and observed the house. It was dimly lit by a few candles. Before him was a living room holding two couches and a kitchen with a small table with two completely different chairs. But it was what was between the rooms that took his breath away. There lay a sculpture of a human, so detailed and accurate that it looked like it could walk away at any minute. The short hair had amazing texture, and the face’s concave cheeks and overall structure was absolutely phenomenal. The cloth-like shirt and trunks the sculptor molded seemed to hang off its limbs. “That’s one of my best works,” the man said. Clay turned to him, wide-eyed. “You mean you made this?” The elderly man smiled and nodded, the grin creasing his wrinkly face. He then gestured toward the table. “Come, sit and eat.” The two chatted over lunch, and by the time the meal was done, they almost knew everything about each other.

Over the next two weeks, the man taught Clay to sculpt, all the while working on his own creation. He taught the dragon how to use the edge of his paw to put grooves and divots in the clay, and to use the heel of it to smooth it out. Clay had finally found his passion. He was a sculptor, born to create.

As the end of Clay’s visit neared, his host came down with a terrible illness. The dragon felt he was burdening him by staying in his home, so he made the painful decision of leaving his kind mentor. When the bean told him his decision, he could see the sadness in his bright blue eyes, but the expert sculptor didn’t argue. The elderly man rose from his bed and led Clay to the door. The dragon took one last look at the amazing sculpture, and noticed the eye pockets were hollow. “Clay,” the gentleman said. “I want you to have these.” With a shaky, weak hand, he pulled out two bluish glass beads. “I was going to use them for the eyes.”
“But don’t you want to finish it?” Clay asked.
“You must finish your own sculpture, Clay. Find a job that suits a talented sculptor like you.” He answered. The man plopped the beads in Clay’s paw and added a green one. “For good luck,” the gent said.
Clay strung the beads and tied them around his tail, so he would forever remember that to finish his own sculpture, he needed to find a profession in which he could do what he loved. And that, of course, was sculpting.



499 words exactly.

I've made a costume for my dog based on this bean! I painted the design on two pieces of construction paper and attached two strings to each piece. For the tail tuft, I made a tube shape out of construction paper and cut into it. For the horns, I folded paper to the most accurate shape I could get, then painted the design on them.



Left side
Right side





Tail tuft
Horns





Top
Tail tuft alone

[Arabianwolflove]

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username;;
Arabianwolflove.

name;;
wip

gender;;
female

story of the beads;;
500 word limit

extra;;
perhaps art or history...

[Peanutcat]

username;;
Marshmelon

name;;

Marci (Pronounced Mar-seee)

gender;;

Female

story of the beads;; 500 word limit

Marci traveled to Mexico hoping to see the Mardi Gras parade. It was her favorite and she always missed it. She was itching to get off the plane. it was 6:59, 6 minutes till it started. She was turning into a nervous-wreck. She knew she weren't going to make it, she sighed and layed her elbow on the side of the chair cushion and layed her head down on it. The flight attendant finally said "Were here! Were at Mexico!. I pushed everyone out of the way and jumped out of the plane. I rushed torward's all the confetti and streamer's. "Welcome! they said and handed me a few bead's. "My first ever Marci Gras parade! I was happy with glee and followed the other JBD's torward the parade float's. "Ugh" she said. The float's were the least favorite part of the parade but non the less it was better then staying at home. While the float's were going by she found some string on the ground and tied it to the bead's placing it on her tail. "Perfect." she said. After the all of the float's it was dinner-time. She was so hungry she could eat a whole JBD! her stomach growled and she walked over to the neatly set picnic table. ¿Qué te gustaría jovencita? they said. I didn't know what that meant but they were holding out a plate of salad. I guessed he meant I could have some. After that we all settled down and told jokes. Everyone was laughing and talking to each other I just had to budge in. I said "Any of you wanna hear a joke?" 1 of the JBD's looked at me and said to his partner ¿Sabe usted lo que está diciendo?. A few other JBD's quieted down. I looked foolish and blushed shyly and began to shove salad into my mouth and drink the glass of cherry juice. They all laughed and I just crouched down in my chair trying not to be seen. I looked at my bead's and wished for them to try and make everything better. They didn't but they did make a jingling sound when I shook them. A smile spread across my face as I jingled them all dinner long. Next it was time for the games. We played pin the tail on the JBD and hide and go seek (for the little JBD's of course). After that the party ended. I called a airplane and set back to home. With the bead's on my tail, and my looking a bit foolish. I didn't care as long as I had my bead's everything was okay. I'll regret ever going to the Mardi Gras festival again. You can read about this parade/fesitval here: http://blog.nola.com/mardi_gras_faq/200 ... _bead.html (461 words)

extra;;

dinner time for me

Reserveee

[Yipp_Trip]

username;;

Zira Sniper

name;;

Owen, meaning young fighter

gender;;

Male

story of the beads;;

---The beads Owen wears around his tail are probably his most meaningful possession. They belonged to the love of his life, the love he would never see again. Her parents hated the love they shared, and because the two beans knew they would never accept their relationship, they arranged to elope. One night when she went home, her parents were there, waiting to speak with her.
---The next time Owen saw her, he knew something was wrong. Her eyes seemed distant and dark, and she was always daydreaming. Owen often heard her crying in the bathroom and he tried, oh, he tried so hard to help her. Whenever he asked if there was anything at all he could do, she flashed a clearly forced smile and said everything was fine.
Once when they were on the phone for hours late at night, she asked Owen
---“What would you do if I just disappeared... or even died?”
---“Why?” Owen demanded, now extremely worried.
---“I’m just wondering...” she replied.
---“Tomorrow morning, when your parents are gone, I’m coming over. We need to talk this out, face to face.”
---“No, don’t! It’s a bad idea.”
---Owen was too worried to let her persuade him to stay away. The next morning he rushed over to her home with a bag all packed, ready to run away with her to somewhere safe. When he walked in and called out, there was no answer. He called out again into the eerie silence and again heard no reply. He ran upstairs and tried to open her door, but it was locked shut. He called out to her one last time and yet there was no answer. Owen pulled together all his strength and slammed into the door, pushing it open. He saw her lying on the floor with an empty pill bottle, an envelope on top of it. He hurried over to her, crying her name. He pulled her into his arms and held her limp body, crying for help as tears streamed down his face. He whipped out his phone and dialed 911. As the phone rang, he reached over and picked up the envelope with his name scrawled on it. The emergency service picked up and asked what was wrong. He took a deep breath and spoke into the phone, telling them that his girlfriend overdosed and he needed help right away. He quickly gave the location of the house and, with the reassurance that an ambulance was on its way, hung up. He carefully opened the envelope, finding a short note and what he recognized as her favorite bracelet.


Owen, I want you to have my bracelet. I want you to wear it and always remember me and my love for you. I love you so much, please forgive me.

---He wrapped her bracelet around his tail and vowed never to remove it. To this day he has kept his promise and will never forget her.

extra;;

This piece represents Owen getting away from the past, through the dark and depressing present, and towards a bright light which represents that his future will be better.