Paris,France romance RP{FULL}

[rellamy]

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name: emmet finlay samuels
age: nineteen
gender: male
crush/partner: none

hair: short, brown
eyes: dark blue
height: 5'8"
weight: 146

good traits: optimistic, confident, talkative
bad traits: impatient, clumsy, forgetful
likes: trying new things, learning languages, the sea
dislikes: pessimism, pop music, soap operas
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face claim : damian mcginty

[ hey! i hope that this is alright. if you'd like me to use capitals, do say so.
i'm just an avid classicist, sorry ]

[.kaytlin.]

Accepted))

[Nawratus]

{ Devon Spyfield | 18 years of age | Female | Pan-sexual }

"The basics........"

* Devon Spyfield
* 18 years of age
* Female
*Pan-sexual

"Personality? You actually want to know what I'm like?"

A lot of people see me, and automatically think that I am that kind of girl who is quiet, and shy. But, why assume so quickly on my image? Why assume what I am like just by my looks? Huh? I don't get it. I am a movie critic, I judge a lot of things, but not people. I am one of those people who like to think logically, not stupidly.... like some girls my age. If you must know, I am not "easy" to get. You might have enough money to buy me, but you don't have enough love to keep me. Get what I mean? I hope that analogy helped some. I, Devon Spyfield, do not take orders from other people that I do not like. For example, a snotty, cheerleader prep, who thinks she is everything, comes over to me, and tells me to do something for her. She does not ask, only demand with harsh words, bad grammar along with those words. I, tell her to back-off, and get a life other than this. She huffs, and starts making fun of me. You see, I don't like people making me do things I don't want to be. I don't allow others to steal my trust, and make me into something I will hate for the rest of my life. I will not back down, and fall to the ground when someone makes a nice, hard punch to my face. No, I stand-up for myself, and others. I am strong, but I am not happy. I am depressed. I know, I know, you would have thought that I would be the type not to get insecure, but doesn't everybody? Everybody might be different in their own way, but that doesn't mean that we have the same feelings about ourselves. I am rather insecure about my chunkiness, and it hurts to look at myself in the mirror, but I do anyway, just to feel the great pain that kicks me right back, exactly what I wait for. I am rather desperate for someone to come along, and save me from myself, but everyone knows that can't happen. Not everybody has a happily ever after, now do they? Not me, obviously. So, on other stands, I am just a fake. I fake what I feel, I fake what I look like, and I fake my personality. I fake being happy, I fake my smiles, and worst of all, I fake, and fool my heart. I do not deserve friends....... all I am is just a BIG LIE!

"Best traits? Yeah, sure........"

- I am quite strong when it comes to bullies
-I can be rather nice at times....
-I'm pretty loyal to friends....
-And, I usually have an eye for painting.....

"Worst traits? Don't worry, I have a lot of them..."

- First, I am a fake..
- I act like I know everything....
- I am very very insecure
- I have Anxiety Disorder
- I am very shy when it comes to boys....
- I feel alone....

"Crush? Um, not yet...."

- Yeah right. So, if I ever had a crush, and if you ever wanted to get to know me, and wanted to know what I liked in people, well, here's your chance to find out.
I like people who are kind, humorous, and won't mind my personality. I want someone that would be able to catch me when I fall, and to be there when I break down into a million pieces.I also like someone who will make me smile, a real smile. Someone who knows everything about me, someone who will help me through my different stages of anxiety.

"Other? Yes, there is other stuff....."

- Backwards......

- And, I have ADHD, and a little bit of ADD...

[user left]

(May i have a female reserved?)

[llı υ∂σωη кαιℓυα ıll]

Adariel Frent

Lets jump straight to the gun and get this over with, I'm a guy and I'm 20. I was a foster child and absolutely hated it, although I never complain or whine about it so don't worry I won't give you the poor me story. I adopted my own kid to help cope with life his name is Thero and has four paws a tail and a face that anyone could love, yes he is a dog. The one person I have been compaired to is my main man McMurphy from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, if you haven't read it I encourage you to. Well I hope this trip will be fun sense I'm looking for a new start, maybe I'll meat a girl.

(if he cant have a pet I will edit.)

[.kaytlin.]

Adariel Frent

Lets jump straight to the gun and get this over with, I'm a guy and I'm 20. I was a foster child and absolutely hated it, although I never complain or whine about it so don't worry I won't give you the poor me story. I adopted my own kid to help cope with life his name is Thero and has four paws a tail and a face that anyone could love, yes he is a dog. The one person I have been compaired to is my main man McMurphy from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, if you haven't read it I encourage you to. Well I hope this trip will be fun sense I'm looking for a new start, maybe I'll meat a girl.

(if he cant have a pet I will edit.)

Accepted.

[.kaytlin.]

{ Devon Spyfield | 18 years of age | Female | Pan-sexual }

"The basics........"

* Devon Spyfield
* 18 years of age
* Female
*Pan-sexual

"Personality? You actually want to know what I'm like?"

A lot of people see me, and automatically think that I am that kind of girl who is quiet, and shy. But, why assume so quickly on my image? Why assume what I am like just by my looks? Huh? I don't get it. I am a movie critic, I judge a lot of things, but not people. I am one of those people who like to think logically, not stupidly.... like some girls my age. If you must know, I am not "easy" to get. You might have enough money to buy me, but you don't have enough love to keep me. Get what I mean? I hope that analogy helped some. I, Devon Spyfield, do not take orders from other people that I do not like. For example, a snotty, cheerleader prep, who thinks she is everything, comes over to me, and tells me to do something for her. She does not ask, only demand with harsh words, bad grammar along with those words. I, tell her to back-off, and get a life other than this. She huffs, and starts making fun of me. You see, I don't like people making me do things I don't want to be. I don't allow others to steal my trust, and make me into something I will hate for the rest of my life. I will not back down, and fall to the ground when someone makes a nice, hard punch to my face. No, I stand-up for myself, and others. I am strong, but I am not happy. I am depressed. I know, I know, you would have thought that I would be the type not to get insecure, but doesn't everybody? Everybody might be different in their own way, but that doesn't mean that we have the same feelings about ourselves. I am rather insecure about my chunkiness, and it hurts to look at myself in the mirror, but I do anyway, just to feel the great pain that kicks me right back, exactly what I wait for. I am rather desperate for someone to come along, and save me from myself, but everyone knows that can't happen. Not everybody has a happily ever after, now do they? Not me, obviously. So, on other stands, I am just a fake. I fake what I feel, I fake what I look like, and I fake my personality. I fake being happy, I fake my smiles, and worst of all, I fake, and fool my heart. I do not deserve friends....... all I am is just a BIG LIE!

"Best traits? Yeah, sure........"

- I am quite strong when it comes to bullies
-I can be rather nice at times....
-I'm pretty loyal to friends....
-And, I usually have an eye for painting.....

"Worst traits? Don't worry, I have a lot of them..."

- First, I am a fake..
- I act like I know everything....
- I am very very insecure
- I have Anxiety Disorder
- I am very shy when it comes to boys....
- I feel alone....

"Crush? Um, not yet...."

- Yeah right. So, if I ever had a crush, and if you ever wanted to get to know me, and wanted to know what I liked in people, well, here's your chance to find out.
I like people who are kind, humorous, and won't mind my personality. I want someone that would be able to catch me when I fall, and to be there when I break down into a million pieces.I also like someone who will make me smile, a real smile. Someone who knows everything about me, someone who will help me through my different stages of anxiety.

"Other? Yes, there is other stuff....."

- Backwards......

- And, I have ADHD, and a little bit of ADD...

Accepted.

[.kaytlin.]

We may start!))

Name;;Katie Smith
Age;;18
Crush;;open
With;;No one
Time;;7:00 AM
Mood;;Happy

Katie woke up her phones alarm going off. She picked it up and it read '7:00am'. Katie put her face in her pillow and screamed, she was so exited to be leaving for Paris.. Katie got her phone and turned the alarm off, then got out of bed and got dressed, then went over to her 2 luggage bags and made sure she had everything she needed. It was one house before the plane for Paris, France left for flight, so Katie had to get going. Katie called a taxi to come pick her up and take her to the air port. She arrived and payed the taxi driver, then got her luggage and went in. She went through the security check in and then took her luggage to a little area that held 8 seats, and in one she sat, hoping she would meet some other people who was going on the trip. She opened her book 'The Notebook' and began to read.

[kal]

M A J O R I E <3

feeling; nervous
tags; waking up, driving.

Majorie's alarm clock went off exactly at 7:01. She quickly hit the snooze button full force. She sighed and laid back on her bed. She did all her morning things, (brush teeth, get dressed, etc.) And then she grabbed her bags for her trip to France. As she had packed months in advance. She pushed them down her stairs and then ran down after them. She pulled them out her door and locked it, running over to her shiny blue car. She put her bags in the trunk and started her drive.

(Could Katie and Majorie meet at the airport?)

[~MakeBelieve~]

Name;;Paige Esenger
Age;;21
With;;-
Mood;;Excited

Paige looked over at her alarm clock as it started to throw a tantrum quickly looking at the time on her computer before she fully realized that she'd stayed up all night watching music video's and covers of her favorite songs on youtube all night long. Snapping out of her daze Paige shut down her computer putting it and it's charger into a messenger bag along with a few books which she told herself were 'Just for the plane ride' before getting dressed in plaid skinny jeans, a plain red tank top, a dark grey zip up hoodie, black converse and a black and grey beanie to keep her thick dark hair less in the way of her face. After that Paige was out the door with her messenger bag and small suitcase off to the airport in a taxi.
By this time Paige was sort of on auto-pilot just following the crowds of people through the checking and security because of her excitement. She wouldn't show it on the outside but on the inside Paige was smiling like an idiot because she was finally going someplace that she'd always wanted to go and would finally have the ability to explore the music over there hopefully with some locals. For her this was a dream coming true.
Paige finally snapped out of auto-pilot taking control of her body and really seeing what was around her as she sat down in a smallish area with eight seats for the seven other people going on the trip with her. Paige sat down counting that three of the people were already there with her.

Name;;Joe Kirkland
Age;;20
With;;-
Mood;;Excited

Joe's alarm clock was rude enough to wake him up at Seven O'Clock in the morning and he did not appreciate it at all. Joe groaned slapping the clock on to the floor and rolling over in his bed burring himself farther into the covers until it hit him that he was going on a trip that day hence the annoying alarm clock at an ungodly hour. Joe shot out of bed taking the time to pick up his alarm clock and place it back on his bedside table mutter a sorry to it before pulling on some random jeans, a black T-shirt with the words, 'Be Loud' in all caps and in gold lettering across his chest. He grabbed his bags and practically flew out of the house making to the airport as fast as he could without angering the taxi driver by bugging him. Finally at the gate Joe sat down breathing kind of heavily as he looked at the people already there,
"H-Hi..." he said still sort of breathless.