˙ɹoɹɹıɯ|mirror.

[chantesuta;]

may I bump? Anxious to start! *grin*

[chai!]

{ All rightie! We have:

- two finished forms: caged up and pressured.
- one wip: the rebel.
- three forms missing: ignored, faker, and savage.

All right? All right. }

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Now, this is for everyone, these are a few tips and reminders for the role play:

- So as you know, our charries go to 'the land beyond the mirror', by walking through a body-length mirror in their room, after, supposedly, they fall asleep.
- This place works out swimmingly for them, specially since they are having such a hard time in their lives. It's an escape of their daily, troubled life.
- The characters have never known each other. They may think of each other as a dèja-vu, however.
- Weird things are supposed to be and happen in this place. After all, the characters are not sure if the place is real or imaginary.
- Because of the last point, I will let your imagination fly.

That's all I can think of at the moment-- I realize now I should've warned the contents of the rp could get complicate. If anyone has any ideas to make this simpler, I welcome them with my open arms. c:

P.S.: Of course, any questions you have, I'm right here.

P.P.S.: And any SUGGESTIONS are welcome too! It's your rp as well, absolutely!

[JustInCase]

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Not | n e e d i n g | a | c l o a k | t o | b e c o m e | i n v i s i b l e

Journal - 01/11/2013

Today is the first of November. New month..closer to the end of the year..closer to turning eighteen, To leaving school. And maybe just closer to making my mark - sometime, somewere in this world of our's. Or mine rather..

My invention is almost done. A few problamatic small things..and that is it. I was hoping to have it finished by the end of October, just because - it would have felt proper. I am weird right? Thinking that dates matter so much..and talking to myself - writing to myself really.
Today is one of those days were I can not really tell why I am keeping this Journal. Its not like it will matter one day would it? I mean - if no one cares, why should I? Maybe just one small reason is company. Company..That word makes the second person (or Journal for that matter) sound like a silence filler, or a - a pet that is just there to keep you busy. Company in fact I don't struggle to find. Thinking of the dozens of sneers I get at school..Or when I have to spend my afternoon doing homework in mom's hair salon, Those woman busy primping up their hair can chat faster than a chipmunk in panic. Company..'it' doesn't always listen does it?
A dog does maybe - or Fred..that Rat of mine. But they are mute again - they don't give answers. Seems like 'it' either listens, and keep silent, or talks without hearing. I am not sure which one is worse.

I guess I have to get ready for school. I woke up a bit earlier this morning..so I spent the last 20 minutes writing all this. I bought contact lenses. Yesterday my second pair or glasses got smashed. Mom said she can't keep up with the fees of me ''tripping over my own two feet' . But you know that is not the truthful case. So..If my glasses were seen as the bottom of a Cola bottle - then I probably have shatterproof glass in my eyes now. Glasses made me feel 'shielded' though. I feel so..exposed now.

I hate school. Learning is okay..especially History, and Maths. It makes me feel rich to 'save' knowledge. If it made me richer in my wallet that would have helped - haha, maybe it will someday. I saw this joke once that said "Be nice to nerds, they might be your boss someday" . That made me snicker quitely to myself. (Be nice to me will ya?) But - if it was not for the knowledge I can pick up at school, for that is the only place except the library were I can..mom is pretty clueless as you know. She dropped out High-school in her sophomore year..after failing a number of times. And I don't know when I will see that person called "dad" again. But if it were not for knowledge, nothing could ever make me go there - not even Mum..All though her arguments can be pretty effective. So, to the rest of school - I am not there. I am somewere else. Some place..full of creativity, and possibilities..maybe somewere were this journal ..and its writer perhaps, might actually count. And were you literally would need a cloak first to become invisible.

Faceclaim: Freddie highmore

[chantesuta;]

{Sorry Desdemona, I edited my from a bit.. I thought it fit her theme better, Hope its still okay?

And Allrighty (: I think when you start the rp first, the rest of us will get the idea of it. I think its really going to be good. }

[chagrin]

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eighteen
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------Isaac Fields is one of those guys that never had much trouble in getting anything. He is the only child of Ronald and Daphne Fields. He was raised into the life of his parents' success and wealth and never lacked anything.

------If I told you that he was a spoiled brat who didn't get his fair share of work in life, it wouldn't come as much of a surprise. You can say that he is arrogant without measure and rather self centered, prideful and extremely cocky at times, and I assure you there is no one as stubborn as Isaac Fields. Moody, quick tempered and impulsive but indecisive. He can be irresponsible, forgetful and rather unstable.

------Though, what you probably don't know is that Isaac is a genuine sweet guy - something which he desperately tries to hide; after all good guys rarely make it trough. This whole popular jock thing he has going around is something that he figured out to be best in order to survive those few years of high school. He knows there are only a few things that are worse than bullying those weaker from one self, and one of those things is being bullied. And apparently Isaac has made the choice that suited him.

------He is the type of person you call first when you want a good time, he is the go-to-er, open and approaching and always ready to help if you need anything. He is playful, charismatic and a fast thinker. Despite his way too often rude remarks, he rarely means anything he says. Friendly, caring and loyal. He is creative and determinant and will never back out of anything.

faceclaim; liam hemsworth

[chai!]

{ I'm very very sorry for replying so late! :s

So!

breebree99, ..A twirl~*.. and cheesy pizza, I congratulate you on your forms, they are wonderful characters! c:

I pmed bake4u to post the last form- and I guess that is all for now! Make sure you read what I posted earlier on the second page!

I am, too, anxious to start :3 Sorry for having you waiting, and thanks for being loyal to the rp!

[bake4u]

<<My form is still a wip but I hope this enough that we can start the rp? sorry for the wait on the form.

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The
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✶ - - - ＴＨＥ ＢＡＳＩＣＳ

name: Levi Claver Simions
pronounced: Lev-E Cla-ver Sim-ons
nicknames: Lev -Feel free to give him a new one
meanings: The name Levi means Harmony
Claver means doorkeeper and Simions means Sign
age: Eighteen years of age
gender: Male
birthdate: February 23rd
sexual orientation: Bi-sexual

✶ - - - ＭＥＲＥＬＹ ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ

weight: 128 Lbs- One hundred and twenty eight
height: 5'11" - five foot, eleven inches
hair: Levi's hair is a honey golden color
its been dyed before but naturally its the blonde
usually has a beenie on
eyes: Levi's eyes are different just like
himself. His right eye is a deep brown almost black color
while his Left eye is a beautiful ocean blue.
they are quite noticeable when you look at him
build: Levi is fairly normal height.
he has evenly proportion torso to leg
he is naturally skinny but he definitely isn't skin and bones
Good muscle tone.
skin: He is fairly pale but in the
summer has a small tan

✶ - - - ＡＬＬ ＡＢＯＵＴ ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ

best traits: Loyal, Honest
More listener then talker,quiet
can be a joker-knows how the lighten the mood
cutely awkward, funny
worst traits: frustrated easily, bad temper
not that patient, gullible
Anxiety
fears: Although he wont admit it
Levi is afraid of Clowns- they freak him out
secrets: He is very closed about
himself because of things that happened in his past
he has always have anxiety
but tried not to let it show

✶ - - - ＬＩＳＴ ＯＦ ＦＡＶＯＲＩＴＥＳ

theme song: WIP
favorite color: Cornflower Blue
favorite book: Divergent Trilogy
favorite song: WIp
favorite movie: -
favorite food: Strawberries
favorite drink: -
skills: Excellent at lacrosse/soccer
Good at singing-plays guitar and piano
WIP

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past relationships: A few
current relationship(s): Single
crush(es): None at the moment
best friend(s): Later
past friends: a few
family: Only child
doesn't know mother or fathers name
last foster father: Elliot
Last Foster Mother: Cindy

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The boy above is Levi, I know every single detail about this young mans life. From the small things to the big things, for example I could tell you that Levi was born in February or I could tell you about his father. But let me start at the beginning yes?
Levi Claver Simions was Born on February 23rd at 3:08 am in a hospital in Cheshire England-where his mother and father were living at the time. The pair were newly weds and only returned home from their honeymoon in Italy so that they could be with friends and family during the last few weeks of Anna Simions Pregnancy. For the first few years everything seemed to be going smoothly- good income, happy spouses and a healthy baby, But nothing ever stays "perfect" does it? When Levi turned seven years old his mother was driving him home from school when they were T-boned by a heavy weight truck. It was never determined whose fault the crash had actually been but truck driver nor Levi's mother made it out of the crash. Strapped in the backseat Levi remembers vivid details of being stuck in the inside of the car, the smell of fire and gas- and then he draws a blank. After that his "oh so loving father" was never the same and turned to drink to help numb the loss. It wasn't long after before bruises started to appear on the young Levi's body. Drunk all the time he grew up learning to take the abuse and never say a word.

Taking after the beautiful mother he barely knew- Levi's hair is a honey golden color, his eyes are different just like himself, His right eye is a deep brown almost black color while his Left eye is a beautiful ocean blue with a lean slender build and a good muscle tone he may not look like the toughest guy but you shouldn't mess with someone broken. The boy weights in around one hundred and twenty Pounds (120 Lbs) and stands at the fairly average height of 5'11 not to tall not short. But these are all just things you look at.
Levi's personality although he may come across shy at first as he wont strike up a conversation he can be pretty confidant after you get to know him. He tends to be a way better listener then he is at voicing his own opinions, he rarely talks about himself unless asked a specific question. Levi you could say has the mind set that if he were to talk about himself he might let something slip the large wall he uses as a shield he fears were crumble. Don't get me wrong he certainly isn't a stick in the mud, He knows how to have a good time if put in the right situation, but he tends to have the cute kind of awkward to him when you first meet him. Loyal and honest- get on this kids good side an you can be sure you have someone that will stick up for you not matter what. But enough of the positive points everyone has their flaws. Like his father Levi has a bad temper, although he has learned to suppress it most of the time his lack of patience doesn't help him when he gets frustrated.



WIP

Faceclaim; Patty Walters
all coding is done by - carrie dee. I take no credit for it.

[chantesuta;]

Are we almost starting? ^^, ::

[JustInCase]

..Just Bumping (:

[chai!]

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she rolled and rolled on her bed, neither side of it seemed to suit her. in the darkness of her room she felt a special kind of safety that allowed her to frown all she wanted. but it wasn't long until fat, fought tears ran down her cheek. no sobbing sound left her lips as the salty drops slid from her eyes. once free of all that repressed anger and tension inside, she reflected about what made her feel like this. it had been a normal day, after all.

like any other night, she had had her teeth washed, bade her parents and sis goodnight with a kiss on the cheek. she had fallen out with little stephanie that afternoon (who in fact, wasn't little at all, but fifteen), about a stupid nimial thing, so later, they were able to forgive each other. but i had a reason to stress out so much..., gracie kept thinking. previously, she had had a row with her dad. that he wouldn't let her go out with boys yet. heck, i am seventeen. but she knew it was because he didn't want her to lose her focus on ballet.

suddenly, she realized she was wide awake still. how can it be?, grace wondered, taking into account that she had gone to classes from eleven o'clock until six in the afternoon. her stomach was made into a knot. she knew this feeling, and she knew what it meant- she was feeling it again! that odd atraction that came from the mirror on the other side of her room, like an invisible rope pulling her to it, she stepped out of bed and walked up to her own reflection, staring back at her fixedly. a shiver went down her spine when her trembling hand went through the surface of the mirror. going back there? the knot unknotted, the trembling stopped, and gracie grinned like a child. in one go she stepped into the mirror.

she appeared inside a damp, high-ceilinged cave. it was not the first time, when she was a kid she used to appear in caves quite often. going back and meet my old friends? everyone was friendly to her, she never had one who met her twice, all she knew had seen her only once. after all, she reminded herself, this dreamy land, that's what it is. it's not real. and still... she continued to think as she made her way out of the cave to the light beyond, ... i wish it were. it's my favourite dream.

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