ｃａｎ ｉ ｂｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｍｅｍｏｒｙ? [full]

[jpano96]

name;; Bethany Lora Siegel
gender;; Female
date of birth;; February 7th, 1990
place of birth;;Baton Rouge, Louisiana

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Bethany's childhood is a sap story. Born to a jobless mother and a underpaid mechanic, they had a apartment in the "creep" part of town, but through the cooking summers and the cold winters their lives were never boring. Beth remembered her parent's friends coming over every other day for some kind of celebration. They were colorful people, always telling stories about their visits with other places and its inhabitants. Her father's brother loved coming over and giving Beth little presents like colored pencils and crayons. In fact, he owned a little tattoo parlor in New Orleans. It wasn't one of the famous ones that every walked past late at night after drinking a few to many, it was in the better part of the city where rebel teenagers got tiny tattoos they could hide from their parents. Beth loved the place, the whole atmosphere of it made her feel right at home. When Beth was 15, her artistic skills were pretty notable. Her art teachers hung up all of her artwork and even sent them to fairs to have them judged. Her father's brother offered her an apprenticeship when she was 18 at the shop and she couldn't say no. Both parents were proud of her when she went off to live above the tattoo parlor. Since she didn't have a car, she could only visit them on the weekends and through the summer.

It was great. The apartment above the parlor didn't have heat but the structure of the building made it livable in the summer and she bought plenty of blankets when her uncle paid her for doing little chores here and there. The first day on the job went great, a big guy came in looking for a horsemen tattoo and Beth got to do it start from finish. The guy was knocked off his feet impressed, telling them that he would get the word round about their shop. When Beth was 21, the shop was moving closer in to the fun part of town. Every night there would be a boat load of people wanting a tattoo. From tiny hearts to giant landscapes she would ink it all on the bodies of strangers. She was probably the best in town if she didn't say so herself. The best part of this, is that she was getting paid full time and they had plenty of business to make it worth her time. Her parents lived a few streets away, Beth had enough money saved up that she bought them a small apartment that didn't leak or get to hot. Her father did part time at the shop and got paid pretty good for a receptionist. Beth couldn't be happier.

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Beth is pretty outgoing, being around vibrant people didn't give her time to be shy. She's easy to get along with and she loves talking to new people. When she comes across a issue involving other people she's the first to say she's sorry. Although she is easygoing, she is very stubborn. If she sees something she wants she will try hard to get what she wants. Beth's emotions are simple, she won't try to be something she's not and she'll be determined to prove she's worth something.

Sometimes Beth has a low self esteem and her energy is drained by it. When she's hit by the feeling, she won't talk to anyone and she puts herself down. It only lasts a few days until she's working her way back to being her normal self. Struggling financially as a little girl she found herself always questioning herself and that trait seemed to follow her.

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[october.]

name;; Eric Jackson Aplin
gender;; male
date of birth;; 19/04/91
place of birth;; england,newcastle

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Eric was born in the centre of newcastle, screaming. His older sister was quite happy to get the day off, and He's always been loud, shouting and yelling as a child and directing his loudness into debate as he got older. Eric was considered a natural at commanding an audience, and was recommended to become a lawyer. He quickly became disillusioned, but continued, because he didn't really have any idea of what else he could do. But when his mother got into a car accident, he dropped out of pre-law to take care of her. She dislikes being taken care of, and began to teach him to play the guitar and piano in return for his care. Eric began to enjoy these forced lessons, and began to write his own material. So now he's taking his use of words and his mother's old guitar, and doing over his life. He just hopes he can succeed. For once, there's no backup plan.

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Eric is a bit of a mix. He wants to be a charismatic, interesting and wild, but unfortunately his old life isn't easy to escape. He still results to explaining in technical terms, and he often struggles with making his lyrics sound like they didn't come out of a textbook. Eric has taken up calligraphy to try and think outside the box, but he's still struggling. Eric also tends to dislike going into nature, due to a unfortunate incident with a bull. He doesn't like to talk about it. Eric's used to letting other people get their way, as his clients tended to be the type who knew what they wanted. He's better at standing up for others,

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form;; xpumpkinz
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[crowley,]

➳ＪＡＭＥＳ ＨＹＬＡＮＤ
• male • 25 years old • crush: cora trenton •
tags;; mike long

It had been one week since James called up Cora. They'd been friends in high school and kept in touch post-graduation. They'd met when she was just a freshman. Accidentally bumped into her, helped her pick up her things. It was the typical, cliché start of a friendship that was supposed to turn into a romance, had life been like the movies. But luck never struck James there. Whether it was because he was too shy to ask her out, or she never saw him in that way, who knew. But she did agree to a trip to Long Beach. Being a mutual friend, they'd asked Dominique along, who in turn asked Eric--some guy she sometimes gushed about, who'd asked his friends, Mike and Bethany. It was messy, with a few bumps in the road seeing as everyone disliked someone. They'd worked it out. And now it was the morning after their arrival in Mississippi.

They'd rented a place with three bedrooms, a kitchen and joint dining-and-living room. Dominique and Eric almost immediately elected to share a room. The other two girls decided to bunk together, and that left, much to their dismay, Mike and James in the last room. Where the mutual dislike came from? Maybe an act of jealousy, with him being well aware that Cora had an eye for the soldier. James was always a bit of an ass to the guy for it. Said wannabe writer was the first to rouse at 6 AM and jump in the shower. After getting out and throwing on just a t-shirt and sweatpants, he wound up his wet towel and whipped Mike in the back with it. "Rise and shine--up and at 'em, private!" he mocked.

[indecisive.]

cora trenton
the vet
mood: groggy, excited location: the hotel room crush: mike long wearing: xxx

-----A cool breeze blew in through her open hotel window, and the birds sang in the trees. Cora momentarily hated the birds for having such a loud song at this hour of the morning. The girl sat up in bed, crossed her legs under the sheets, and rubbed sleep from her eyes with her palms. Her hair that had been loosely tied in a knot on the top of her head started to fall out of it's bond, and brushed against her face. After a few minutes of procrastination, Cora finally bent over so she could reach under her bed, without having to leave her bed. From the space underneath the uncomfortable mattress she pulled out her suitcase, and brought forth her costume for the day. She smiled when she was satisfied with the clothing she had balled up in her hand, and ran to the bathroom with her lavatory products. Cora came out of the bathroom with her hair brushed out, and hanging around her shoulders, a long yellow pullover, a white shirt, and skinny jeans.
-----In the rush to get out of her room and head downstairs for the complimentary breakfast that the hotel so kindly offered, Cora had almost forgotten her phone and handbag. She turned around and quickly snatched both objects up, slinging one over her shoulder, and holding the other in her hand. Going through her phone for any notifications, she decided that she would send James a message letting him know she'd be in the lobby dining on breakfast. Cora quickly tapped in the letters to spell out the sentence: "i'll be downstairs eating breakfast", and slid the phone into her pocket and continued down on her way to food.
-----When Cora made it downstairs and into the lounge area where the food was set up, she grabbed some fruits, a blueberry scone, and a cup of coffee. Making her way over to a table towards the opposite direction of which a large group had settled, she set her place and cup down on the table, and tucked in to the morsels. The food was under par, unsatisfying, and so was the coffee. Cora frowned down at her share of food on the table, and felt guilty. She did not want to eat the food because it was not very good, but she did not want to just waste it. The girl tapped her fingers against the table, and decided that she would just toss the food outside, and let the birds have it. Not a waste, but then again not conventional. Cora stood up, grabbed her cup and plate, then headed towards the nearest window. She set the food and drink down on a counter, and pried the window up, before quickly tossing the fruit and scone out into the grass, before quickly shutting the window, and throwing away the disposable plate and cup. Cora then took her seat again at her table, crossed one leg over the other, and tapped her fingers against the counter top.

[chai!]

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→ ｄｏｍｉｎｉｑｕｅ ｄｅｋｋｅｒ, || ｔｈｅ ｂａｌｌｅｒｉｎａ. || tagged: none.

all curled up and legs tangled in the bedsheets is how dominique had slept that night, as always, hugging a tiger plushie that instead of black stripes wore clean and intricate spirals. through the semi drawn curtains a ray of sun hit dominique square in the face with unbearable warmness, causing her to finally give up deep sleep and resign herself to open her brown eyes. squinting them to avoid the bright light, she turned over in her bed to face a more favourable sight, not exactly for being less blinding. eric in his bed, glasses off, messy hair, made her stomach tickle and her heart swell. heaving out a sigh, she sat up , still admiring him and considering the wonderful chances that could be given while they shared the same room.
when she realized she had been only daydreaming, about both of them kissing, for long minutes, the ballerina got out of bed resolutely to shake those thoughts off and wake up for good, and oulled the drapes to the sides, letting the clear sky enter through the window. maybe people outside could see her in her tank top and red gym shorts that played the role of pyjamas, but she couldn't care less. as a classical dancer, in fact, she even wore fewer clothes than that. her hair could have passed as very messy and unkempt or as a very modern look, due to her pixie cut.
after warming up a little dominique set herself on the floor for some stretching, that included touching her knees with her forehead, a thing she was most accustomed to achieve. taking advantage that eric was sleeping, she changed into casual clothes, and sat on her bed, continuing the book she was reading, decided to wait for him for breakfast, actually doing so for how she longed to have some quiet time reading, and she hoped it could be long.
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[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

➳Ｍｉｋｅ Ｌｏｎｇ
~male ~ 25 years old ~ crush :: bethany lora siegel ~
tags :: james hyland

The noise in the room slowly became louder as Mike slowly woke up. It was just over a week that Bethany had asked him to come on this little trip with her. He was very happy that she was the one to ask him but did not like to rooming situation. Sharing his room thought his career in the army was not so bad, it was when he was stuffed into a small room with someone he did not care much for that put him over the edge. As the towel hit Mike's back, he jumped awake and immediately reached for his pocket knife under the pillow. It was pure habit if any were to ask. He had always slept with a gun under is pillow while on service. You just never knew who was going to sneak up on you. In this case it was James.

Rolling his eyes at James, he took a deep breathe before setting the knife down. "You couldn't think of a nicer way to wake someone," Rubbing his hand threw his short hair he stood and stretched. Pointing at James he simple warned, "Your, lucky it wasn't a gun," before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

[indecisive.]

[Bump.]

[jpano96]

B E T H A N Y || S I E G E L
~ 23 years old - Crush: James Hyland - Excited - Tagged; Cora ~

Beth was hidden under the covers that the hotel provided that she never trusted but liked all the same. When her head peaked over the sheets, she saw that she was alone in the room. Pushing herself up, the blankets pooled around her waist and she stretched her long arms. A small tattoo appeared from under her sleeve as she stretched, it's black ink gleaming white in the sunlight. Beth sat there a few moments, almost considering going back to sleep. It had been a long time since she took a day off work for her own personal health. Seeming to come to a conclusion, she pushed herself up energetically and moved into the bathroom with her phone in her hand. Putting it on the counter she inspected her face first, black smudges of eye liner stained her cheeks, her hair looked rough and she looked tired. Sighing a little to herself, she closed the door and proceeded in her quick morning routine.

After her shower she changed into her outfit for the day and went down stairs. Some of the girls were already down there, like Cora her room mate. Making her way over to her, she gave her friendly smile. "Hey girl. Anything good for breakfast?" Beth took a seat near her and tucked her feet underneath her own chair. She played with her flannel shirt a little as she looked around the room for any of the others to show up and give them the plan. Half heartedly she glanced for James or Eric to make this wait a bit more entertaining, after failing to do so she looked back at Cora.

[october.]

ERIC APLIN

tagging - dominique

Eric slowly yawned, covering his mouth with one hand as he sat up. The sun brightly shone into his green eyes, and he supposed that was what had woken him up. Turning away from the dazzling sunlight, he spotted Dominique reading a book on her bed. Giving her a shy smile, he wondered what she was thinking. He had a crush on her for ages, but he'd never had a chance to get to know her. He'd been pleasantly surprised when she'd asked him to come along. He just hoped that she didn't just consider him as a friend.

Stepping out of bed, he ran a hand through his curly hair in an attempt to tame it. It was still hot even when he wasn't in the sunlight, and he couldn't claim he wasn't missing England. "Do you want to go down for breakfast?" He asked Dominique, turning to her and gesturing to the door. He didn't suppose anyone would mind if he didn't get changed for breakfast, as they were just a short-sleeved striped t-shirt and pyjama pants.

[crowley,]

➳ＪＡＭＥＳ ＨＹＬＡＮＤ
• male • 25 years old • crush: cora trenton •
tags;; cora, bethany

So messing with a solider was probably a bad idea. Especially an armed soldier. But James couldn't help rolling his eyes and mockingly holding up his hands in defence. "Easy, tiger," he scoffed, lazily dropping the towel off onto his bed to deal with later. "Didn't your mom teach you to not play with sharp things?" With a shake of his head, he let Mike go to the bathroom to clean up without another word. He'd let him go down on his own time--he definitely wasn't going to wait for him.

The writer grabbed his phone, checking through his recent texts. He got one this morning from Cora, letting him know that she was already awake and downstairs. He couldn't help but smile at that, now in a significantly much better mood. He wasted no time in heading down to meet her, noticing that Bethany was already with her. James waved a hand when he caught their attention and went to meet them, taking a seat with them. "Morning, ladies. It's not even noon and Mike's already almost stabbed me," he remarked, seemingly amused by this fact.