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[pumpkin.]

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"Ｉ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＭＩＮＤ ＳＰＥＮＤＩＮＧ ＥＶＥＲＹ ＤＡＹ ＯＵＴ ＯＮ ＹＯＵＲ ＣＯＲＮＥＲ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＰＯＵＲＩＮＧ ＲＡＩＮ．"

that one person. where have they been? you've been searching and searching for years, but they never show. I know, you're probably wondering what in the world I'm talking about, but if you decipher my words, it's easy to figure out. I'm talking about the person you want to keep by your side for a long time. A really, really, really long time. one day your life is perfectly normal; you wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, and then come home and sleep. simple-- and that's all you could ask for. but then you see them, that one person, and your life changes entirely. everything seems... better. brighter. yet, at the same time, everything gets a whole lot more complicated than it already was before. so let's just say all hell breaks loose. all you can think about is that one specific person. they occupy your mind nearly every second of every day, and it's driving you insane. you want to tell that person how you feel, but there's one teensy-weensy little problem... okay, maybe more than one humongous problem. they might not feel the same way, maybe they're already in a relationship, or maybe there's just one flaw that you hate with your entire life. anything could happen. there's just one important question lingering in the back of your mind... do you tell them how you feel, or do you let the possible love of your life slip out of your grasp?

okay, so basically, your character meets this one person-- not necessarily one person, maybe two people, if you want it to get intense-- and they're absolutely head over heels for them. absolutely, positively smitten. maybe the other person is single, or maybe in a relationship. maybe they have their eye on someone else, or maybe they just aren't into your character. the goal of your character is to try to get them to understand, to try to get them to fall in love with your character. there'll be cat-fights galore once the characters get to know each other better and crushes form. sparks will be flying, and jealousy will be ending relationships faster than you can say "ouch". of course, it doesn't have to be all drama; two people could like each other and that would be all. but it's more than likely that someone else will like one of the people in the relationship. so, be prepared. you should be afraid; you should be very afraid. I'd especially fear for my character's sanity, if I were you. anyway, it's the midst of summer vacation when all this drama erupts. it's a rather small town that the characters live in, so not much happens. well; that escalated quickly.

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－－ ＲＵＬＥＳ －－

one-- no instant crushes. attraction, sure; but no automatic crushes.
two-- if someone's character is talking to another, you can't have your character just butt in and push out the other.
three-- please try to keep genders even.
four-- maximum amount of characters is four.
five-- write at least five lines. not sentences; lines. there's a difference.
six-- gay, bi, lesbian, pan, etc. is allowed.
seven-- I have the right to accept and decline.
eight-- make pretty forms, please. not over the top, just creative.
nine-- don't use writers block as an excuse every time.
ten-- if you don't post for three weeks, I will kick you; unless you give me a reason for why you weren't on.
eleven-- fights are allowed with the characters, but not with role-players.
twelve-- three strikes, you're out.

by the way, in your form, you can say who your character's crush is going to be.
I'll probably come up with more later c:

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"ＴＡＰ ＯＮ ＭＹ ＷＩＮＤＯＷ， ＫＮＯＣＫ ＯＮ ＭＹ ＤＯＯＲ; Ｉ ＷＡＮＴ ＴＯ ＭＡＫＥ ＹＯＵ ＦＥＥＬ ＢＥＡＵＴＩＦＵＬ．"

ｆｅｍａｌｅｓ－－ { no longer accepting females, unless reserved. }

easton fallon elizabeth subabrie-- seventeen-- page one-- likes romeo.
kyle ryan ladolce-- eighteen-- page one-- likes luke and aaron.
riley ann mitchell-- seventeen-- page one-- likes luke.
venus rene samuels-- eighteen-- page two-- likes no one.
juniper hayley ross-- seventeen-- page three-- likes no one.
polaris demi harriet-- sixteen-- page three-- likes romeo and luke.
marley soren quentin-- sixteen-- page four-- likes easton and sammy.
marilyn sage falone-- seventeen-- page four-- likes archie and sammy.
remi elizabeth johnson-- sixteen-- page five-- likes luke.
ashley robyn cole-- nineteen-- page five-- likes logan and griffen.
abigail rose watson-- sixteen-- page six-- likes no one.
raelynn joanne fellis-- seventeen-- page seven-- likes no one.
alexis blue sauders-- seventeen-- page seven-- likes logan.
elizabeth fleur edquist-- sixteen-- page eight-- likes havok.
ainsley nicole chipaurie-- nineteen-- page eight-- likes luke and sammy.
angelica mae shay-- seventeen-- page thirteen-- likes adam.

ＭＡＬＥＳ－－ { no longer accepting males, unless reserved. }

archie harrison ferris-- eighteen-- page one-- likes marilyn.
adam henry masters-- eighteen-- page one-- likes riley.
logan allan anderson-- eighteen-- page one-- likes marilyn.
luke ryan edwards-- eighteen-- page two-- likes no one.
griffen finland darius-- eighteen-- page three-- likes ainsley.
noah jace collins-- eighteen-- page three-- likes no one.
rowan james hudson-- eighteen-- page four-- likes riley.
lucifer reese malory-- nineteen-- page four-- likes no one.
henry romeo-- eighteen-- page four-- likes noah.
aaron max falone-- seventeen-- page four-- likes kyle.
romeo attins black-- seventeen-- page five-- likes polaris.
sammy james seale-- nineteen-- page five-- likes marilyn.
havok braxton reid-- eighteen-- page nine-- likes juniper and polaris.
maxwell drew garfield-- seventeen-- page thirteen-- likes no one.
adrian ryan seale-- seventeen-- page fourteen-- likes no one.

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[pumpkin.]

ＮＡＭＥ ✃ okay, okay, okay-- I seriously don't need a formal introduction like one of those proper morons from the movies. I don't care about you, I don't care about this; whatever this is. An interview? I just want to get it over and done with. Understand, buddy? Okay, so; to start things off, you should know my name is Easton. My entire name is Easton Fallon Elizabeth Subabrie. Yeah-- I know what you're thinking. One middle name is enough. Well, apparently my parents didn't think that. And, I hate admitting this, but... Easton is a boy's name. It comes from Old English origin and means "island of stones" or "magical power". I don't particularly mind this, but once people find out the name wasn't created for a girl, they get a little... picky. I don't know, I can't think of the adjective for it. As for my first middle name, Fallon; it means "of a ruling family" and comes from Irish origin. Now let me pause this for a moment and let me tell you my parents didn't know the meanings of any of my names when they gave them to me. I just decided to research them a few years ago, and remembered them ever since. So, no; I don't come from a 'ruling family' and I don't have 'magical powers'. I just wanted to get that out there. Anyway, I guess we should move onto my second middle name, Elizabeth. Originating from both Greek and American, the name Elizabeth means "oath of God" or "God is satisfaction". That makes my parents seem like religious freaks-- I mean, don't get me wrong; they are. Totally. But what if they weren't, you know? That would be awkward. So... that's my name. Can I freakin' leave now?

ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ ✃ I'm going to start things off straight; I was adopted. My biological parents dropped me off at an adoption center when I was no more than a year old. It wasn't that they couldn't afford a child, or they were being forced to give me away, no; they just didn't want me. I mean, I don't blame them; no one ever wanted me afterward. After being rejected so many times in my life for some foul-mouthed boy that was strange enough to be a human pedobear, I was naturally a bit insecure. What? Okay, so maybe I was a lot more insecure than I'm hinting at-- whatever. It doesn't matter. Basically, I would lock myself in my room for hours-- days, even-- with no food. I was so scared to go downstairs, so scared to go downstairs and experience more disappointment, because I'd just about had enough. But I had to, if I wanted to get something to eat and starve myself to death. Eventually, the reject was so bad that I locked myself in my room for an entire week with nothing; I didn't even allow myself to sleep. I'd be forced to pass out. I only came down when the hunger pangs were so bad I was beginning to hallucinate. That was when I was adopted. I was fourteen. I'd been stuck in that depressing hole for fourteen years! And, well... my parents weren't what you'd call... normal. They would teach me how to do... weird, weird things... they would teach me-- nevermind. I didn't do it, of course; any of it. I had been having enough trouble at school. I would go to school with bruises, and come home with even more. I changed over the course of time when I was abused. I don't know, I guess I just couldn't accept anymore pain. So I put up walls, and I lined my feelings with defense. I turned into the bully; and honestly, I hated it. I was the loner in school that everyone was afraid of. Yet, somehow, I was still inflicting pain on myself. No one would ever want the abused girl with an attitude. But I suppose I was used to it, at that point in my life. When I was sixteen, my neighbors found out about the abuse-- and don't ask me how they found out, because I don't know. I was taken away by social services, and was handed over to another family. And, sadly... Adam happens to be my adoptive brother. Yay.

ＯＴＨＥＲ ✃ Other? Well, I'm right-handed. Does that help? No? Well, I don't care. Do I have a theme song? I really enjoy the song Ten More Minutes by Kill Hannah. In fact, I love that entire playlist; especially their song Crazy Angel, but I doubt that could be considered my theme song, of all people's. I have one tattoo, and it's on my back; I hope to get more later on, but for now, I'm fine with one. I just so happen to have a nose piercing and a bellybutton piercing, but I don't wear my nose piercing often, because I seem threatening enough as it is.

[pumpkin.]

ｉｆ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ， ｎｉｇｈｔ， ｇｏ ｂａｃｋ．
ｂａｃｋ ｔｏ－－
ＣＡＬＬ ９１１ ＮＯＷ！

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[pumpkin.]

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♈ ＡＲＣＨＩＥ ＨＡＲＲＩＳＯＮ ＦＥＲＲＩＳ ♈

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age; eighteen. born november fifth, 1994.
three positive traits; soft-spoken, charming, charismatic.
three negative traits; impulsive, reserved, depressed.
clique; in the midst of skater and emo.
popular or not; not... well... sort of?
sexual orientation; bisexual; having a hard time coming out of the closet.
birth place; warsaw, poland.
face-claim; jakub gierszal.
other; theme song is tba.

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{ part of the form goes to ✰ the silence, but I'll be replacing that part in a bit. }

[pumpkin.]

[ adam henry masters ]

age; eighteen. born December seventeenth, 1994.
three positive traits; ambitious, a socialite, positive.
three negative traits; arrogant, flirtatious, hot-headed.
clique; jock or normal.
popular or not; well, isn't every jock? I'd have to say yes. towards most people, at least.
sexual orientation; heterosexual. he doesn't have any attraction to males.
birth place; Atlanta, Georgia.
face-claim; Bartosz Gelner.
other; theme song is backseat serenade by all time low. Form goes to ✰ the silence. I'll be making a new form once I get on a computer.

[pumpkin.]

{ we are open for posting! }

[Kyyweb]

Kasey Faith Carelli

Name:

My full name is Kasey Faith Carelli but you can just call me Kasey.I guess my parents thought it would be funny to make my initials K.C. and my name Kasey hah, get it? Hilarious.

Gender:

I'm allll woman.

Age:

17

Personality:

I'm very outgoing and I LOVE to talk. I've always been a party girl and a big flirt which is why I've never really been with anyone, I guess they just can't handle me. I love my friends more than anything in the world and I will never turn my back on anyone who needs me. I'm not shy...at all. I hate fighting but if I need to stand up for what I believe in, I will. I love having fun and being wild. I can never have too many friends so I'm usually nice to everyone. I am quite the sweet heart but I do have a bit of a temper. I can hold grudges for a very long time and I'm usually too stubborn to apologize, so I guess that is a flaw. First impressions mean a lot to me but I would never judge someone forever.

Love Life

I am currently single! Very single. I am a bit boy crazy and love to flirt but I never really have a boyfriend. I have very high standards so guys usually dont fight for me, which is sort of disappointing, but oh well. I am a hopeless romantic too. I love all that sappy love story stuff, maybe one day it'll happen to me.

History

Well, same as everyone else. I have a mom and a dad, but I grew up with 6 other sisters that look exactly like me. I never got anything new just the hand-me-downs of my siblings. It got to the point where I didn't even feel like I had my own name. I got out of there as fast as I could because I was afraid of spending the rest of my life as part of a matched set. Now I'm living in a very small apartment in a terrible neighborhood. But hey, at least I've got my own name.

Appearance:

I have dyed my hair so many times I dont even remember it's natural color. Right now I have long brown/blonde hair that is usually curly or up in a ponytail. I dont go all out with my makeup but I usually wear some eyeliner and mascara just to feel like I'm trying. I have deep green eyes and I'm pretty tan since I'm italian. I have nice straight teeth thanks to two and a half years of braces and I love smiling so I guess that was a good thing. I am 5' 2" and decently thin. I could lose a few pounds but I'm mainly muscle since I was a competitive cheerleader last year. I run almost every day with my rottweiler, Bear, so that helps too. I love piercings! I have piercings all the way up my ears and I have my belly button pierced!

[pumpkin.]

{ accepted, nycole. but do you think you could-- eh, never-mind. as long as you're literate enough c: }
{ 'course, rosie. }

[sunny,]

❝ｊｕｓｔ ｃｌｏｓｅ
ｙｏｕｒ ｅｙｅｓ，
ｔｈｅ ｓｕｎ
ｉｓ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｄｏｗｎ，
ｙｏｕ'ｌｌ ｂｅ
ａｌｒｉｇｈｔ，
ｎｏ ｏｎｅ
ｃａｎ ｈｕｒｔ ｙｏｕ
ｎｏｗ， ｃｏｍｅ
ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ
ｌｉｇｈｔ． ｙｏｕ ａｎｄ
ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ｓａｆｅ
ａｎｄ ｓｏｕｎｄ❝

ｒ ｉ ｌ ｅ ｙ ． ｍ ｉ ｔ ｃ ｈ ｅ ｌ ｌ

❝Hi lovelies. The name’s Riley Ann Mitchell but you can just call Riley or Mitch if you want to. Don’t know why my parents only idea of a girl’s name is my middle one but I don’t complain. I love my name. The name “Riley” means courageous so that’s pretty awesome. My parents met in a very romantic way. My dad is a photographer and my mom was a Victoria’s secret model. Yeah, I know. So one beautiful morning there was a photo shoot and love was in the air. Next thing you know, poof! Here I am! I’m seventeen years old and was born on February 20th, 1994. I was born I the heart of New York City. My family was always quite wealthy. No, I never picked up on the New Yorker accent. People in the big city don’t have much of an accent, that’s mainly just the long island people. My mom, being a model, was underweight and had an eating disorder. She was bulimic. She actually tried to hide it but she could only try for so long. She was put into the hospital and died three months later. It’s just me and my dad now, which isn’t bad. I like the guy, but despite my mother’s eating disorder, she was kind of the light to this house. She was so sweet and kind a caring. She always looked out for others, and I know my dad misses her too, but he wears a good mask.

➥ｏ ｎ ． ｔ ｈ ｅ ． ｏ ｕ ｔ ｓ ｉ ｄ ｅ

❝What do I look like? That’s a funny question, I’m right here. Alright alright, I’ll get descriptive I guess. Let’s start off with height. My mom was 5’9 and my dad was 6’4. I feel I should be taller but right now, I’m 5’7. I like my height though, not too tall, not too short. I would hate being too tall, it would just feel weird around guys. It’s one thing when a girl stands on her toes to kiss a guy, but when a guy stands on his toes to kiss a girl? Just no, aha. I’ve seen that stuff, it’s weird. I guess we should talk about weight next. I’m a whopping 94 pounds. This is a touchy subject so I would be delighted if we didn’t talk about it much. My mother was a model, weight was always a problem with me, she would always pressure being thing onto me. So like mother like daughter I have Anorexia Nervosa. I don’t want to talk about it anymore please. So, I have pretty long deep brown hair. It varies actually, most hair colors do. In the summer it’s lighter and in the winter it’s a bit darker. When I don’t do anything with it, it lays long and wavy. That’s usually how you see it, that and up in a bun. When I do mess with it, I either curl or straighten it. My eyes are hazel green. Brown, green, gold, and whatever there is to fit. They’re quite big. I guess the main color would be green but you can see deep brown in there. I love sports. I swim, run, dance, and horseback ride. Though dancing and horseback riding are basically my life. I actually own a horse, though she resides at camp Amani now... As for my clothing style, my best friends are called sweatshirt and sweat pants. They’re pretty awesome. Other than that, I like graphic tees, sweatshirts, and tanks. I also like patterned leggings, or just black leggings. My style, if you couldn’t tell from that, is comfy. I’m a pretty simple looking person, not much too me, physically and mentally.

➥ｏ ｎ ． ｔ ｈ ｅ ． ｉ ｎ ｓ ｉ ｄ ｅ

❝What am I like? What’s on the inside? I don’t know, intestines and stuff.. On the outside, I will seem a bit kind, yet you will hopefully be able to tell I don’t really like you, or I don’t want to talk you. I’m constantly thinking about my weight, though I always avoid mirrors. I’m constantly putting an image in my head of who I want to be, and what I think I look like. I have no time to spare for happiness every day, though artificial happiness, I’m a pro at. I can get people to think there’s nothing wrong with me, except for the way I look. People can say whatever they want; it just goes in one ear and out the other. I’ve trained myself to tune out lies and only hear what I want like “Hi, what’s up?” I’ll usually greet you with a smile or a hearty hello but that doesn't mean I want to be your best friend. I’m only at my best around the ones I love which, right now, is no one. I don’t talk much, I usually complain, I’m annoying, weird, goofy at times, and fat. That pretty much sums me up

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ａｓ ｗｅ ｇｏ， ａｓ ｗｅ
ｒｏｌｌ ｄｏｗｎ ｔｈｉｓ
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ｒｏａｄ， ａｎｄ
ａｌｔｈｏｕｇｈ ｔｈｉｓ
ｗａｖｅ ｉｓ
ｓｔｒｉｎｇｉｎｇ ｕｓ
ａｌｏｎｇ， ｊｕｓｔ
ｋｎｏｗ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ
ｎｏｔ ａｌｏｎｅ，
'ｃａｕｓｅ ｉ'ｍ ｇｏｎｎａ ｍａｋｅ
ｔｈｉｓ ｐｌａｃｅ
ｙｏｕｒ ｈｏｍｅ

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➥ｌ ｏ ｇ ａ ｎ ． ａ ｎ ｄ ｅ ｒ ｓ ｏ ｎ

❝Hello. The names Logan Allan Anderson. But you can just call me Logan of course. Not Logi-poo. Not the Log-mister. Logan will do. Not sure about Allan, then again I’m not sure about my last name either. It was my fathers and it’s pretty common so there’s not much to it. The name Logan mean hollow, though I don’t know how that’s supposed to describe me? I have to say, I like the urban dictionary definition much better, it says “Generally a man of great character, possessed of a fabulous sexual magnetism. Courageous, your quintessential knight-in-shining armor type. “ I don’t know, I think it fits me perfectly.. I was born in the heart of San Diego California, my favorite place to live, like, ever. There’s nothing better than the sound of waves crashing on the shore. I lived right on the beach so I’m a natural born surfer. My father literally taught me when I was two. I never really had a mother; she died giving birth to me so somehow I feel a bit responsible to her death. My father has had multiple wives after her. Of course, I hated all of them and never considered any of them my mother. I don’t know why I was so rude to all of them though, I never even knew my own mother; she could’ve been a monster for all I know. Well, actually I take that back. I know she was a wonderful woman because my father always told me stories about her when I was yo.unger. Anyway, off of that depressing topic, I’m eighteen years old as of march 21st. It’s a pretty easy date to remember, it’s just 3.2.1. Yay!... There isn’t much else to tell, I don’t know why I’ve been telling you all of this in the first place.

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❝What do I look like? Well, you’re a strange one, aren’t you? If you don’t want to look at me and figure it out for yourself then I suppose I will tell you. Let’s start off with height. I’m exactly six feet. I’ve seen some people that are taller than me, but most are definitely shorter. I’m 133 pounds of muscle and healthy eating. A healthy lifestyle is really what I live by. I go to the gym on a regular basis and enjoy long jogs on the beach and romantic strolls in the park, blah blah blah. My favorite food in the whole entire world, would probably have to be watermelon. Seriously, it’s like the food of gods. Anyway... I’m your average dirty blonde hair and blue eyed boy. My hair is medium length and usually spiked out, but it looks a lot better than it sounds. Whenever people say spiked, I can’t help but think of mo-hawks. That’s definitely not the case with me. I’m a little between pale and tan, but if you had to pick one, I’d be more tan. Weird right? Not. Cali born and raised bro, it was bound to happen. My eyes are light baby blue, and pretty plain though people are always telling me how “bright” they are. I don’t really get it but ok. I mainly wear your average V-neck t-shirt with a pair of jeans or skinnies or whatever you call them, I don’t really care..

➥ｏ ｎ ． ｔ ｈ ｅ ． ｉ ｎ ｓ ｉ ｄ ｅ

❝What am I like? Geez, your questions just keep getting weirder. How am I supposed to know what I’m like? Go ask someone else... No? Fine. To start off, I guess I would say I’m very intellectual. Smart, for those of you who don’t understand. I made all A’s in school. I like to take things a little deeper, expand my horizons a little more than the average bear. This is hard though because I often trail off and ramble on to other people about different things, kind of like what I’ve been doing to you. It’s my ADHD but that’s nothing really compared to other problems. I’ve also been told I’m quite the goofball.. And the charmer. So let’s just say I charm people with goofiness. These are only people I know though, to everyone else, I’m pretty solitary. I don’t talk much unless spoke too, and I’m not a big fan of society as a whole. I mean really. We suck. If I don’t know you, I’ll probably just give you a warm smile if you come off as nice, or I’ll treat you like the a**hole you are, I’m a very equal guy. I’m big on athletics. I was in lacrosse all of middle and high school and loved every second of it. I also swim and run, but that’s on the side. I drink, I smoke, I do what I want really. I’m very independent and go with the flow, I’ll usually do anything, whether it gets me in trouble or not.

[pumpkin.]

{ hey there, thanks for joining c: }
{ accepted. }