[❀] you were always popular | no spots open.

[zephuros,]

you will not need to make a form c;
as it says in the rules c; but ill add you now.
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we may start once the last person posts
her form, which I hope is soon or else the
spot is going to have to be opened for
someone else, and I absolutely hate doing
that.

[fika.]

Right xD
I have a memory like a goldfish, I forget things so easily and quickly ;p

[zephuros,]

dont worry about it.
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I really hope she posts her form soon,
because I don't want to open it for
another person, because afterwards I
feel so bad XD

[peapcd]

-- i'm just hoping we can start soon, I need a good rp in a bad way --

[~R E N E S M E E~]

So sorry I took long to post! I was busy and I usually use Emily Rudd and Ariana Grande as face claims cx
Tell me if
I need to add more c:

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cαℓℓισρε кεиαι
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►Name; Calliope Kenai Brinley
►Age; 17
►Nickname{s}; Calli/Kenai/Key
►Birthday; October 22
►Hobbies; Making Youtube videos, singing, hanging
out with her friends, playing the piano/french horn/
Alto saxophone
►Crush; Michael Gordon Clifford
►Eye Color; Blue
►Hair Color; Brown
►Relationship Status; Single
►History; Calliope was born in New York, New York
during a visit her mother made for her job.
However, she was raised in London,
England but moved and traveled constantly.
A few years back her parents relocated
her and calliope is happy in this sunny place.

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[zephuros,]

accepted, now we may start. I will
make the first post so everyone knows
where to begin. c;

[zephuros,]

>> ａｃｈａｒｄ, ａｒｉａ

[ lukes girl. ] [ feeling shy ] [ looking for first class. ] [ tags: no one ]

Arianas eyes open as the sunlight streams through the bedroom window. The bedroom walls billow onto her clear skin as the light breeze from the wind filled them like snails. She could smell the tang of seasalt and fish from the ocean on the breeze as it wafted through the cool air. She finds herself rolling out of bed and paces herself towards the open window. She rests her hands against it and glints across at the old, dilapidated house with burned wood. She gives a little sigh whilst hopping in the shower and putting on her school outfit.. The scent of pancakes wafts up the stairs and seems to stay at her door. Aria immediately feels the temptation to tun downstairs but her hair was still soaking wet. As she dried it and curled it Aria rushes down the stairs and gives a little smile to her mom. "morning mom" she says quietly, smiling again, she begins spreading butter over the crepe. Aria watches tv while eating her crepe. The living room was still full with boxes and boxes of ornemants and furniture. "what time is it" She yawns, covering her mouth with her hand. She rolls her eyes over to her mom who now was dancing around the kitchen to the latest song by one direction. She gives a little moan as as her mom tells her it's time to go to school. She was dreading her first day here, as she just moved here from Florida she knew it would be quite a big change, and she was very worried about making friends.

As the car pulls out of the driveway and out onto the busy street, Aria flutters her eyes over to the ocean which was sky blue and seemed to be sprinkled with green patches. A smile appears on her face as she watches the birds fly over the car. Her mom was driving rather slow and the distant horns behind the car were annoying. Arias yes widen slightly as her mom says "I can walk you to your first class, how about that?" Her smile was wide and Aria didn't want to let her down, but since it was her first day she didn't want to be embarrassed. Aria shakes her head slightly and replies softly "that's okay mom, I think I'll make it there myself" her mom nods softly but it was easy to see the disappointment in her eyes. Soon enough the car pulled up to the school, and Aria liked to see that there was not many people there. She hugged her mom before stepping out of the car, wrapping her school bag around her shoulder she sets for the front door. She already started to dislike some of the people here, as some boys whistle from behind her. She looks at her timetable and her first class was English. she waits in the halls and try's to find someone who can help her find it.

[fika.]

M I C H A E L G O R D O N C L I F F O R D.

Mood: Happy Tags: Nobody

As the sun shone through Michaels thin curtains, he grumbled as his alarm clock awoke, ringing through the room. Rolling onto his side, he lazily turned it off and sat up, stretching and yawning. He stood up, as he made his bed slowly, trying hard not to just collapse on the bed and skip school for the day, but he decided against it. He dodged all the clothes and empty crisp wrappers lying around his bedroom floor, and walked into the bathroom across from his bedroom. He turned the shower on, and stepping inside the cool shower. He let the water drip down him for a good three minutes before he shampooed and conditioned his hair, and scraped his body down with shower gel. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his body, and brushed his teeth and put some deodorant on. Walking back into his room, he grabbed his black skinny jeans and a nirvana t-shirt and got dressed.

As he walked downstairs, he noticed his mom nor sister was here. They probably left him. He grabbed some toast and popped it into the toaster, and scrolling through his Facebook on his phone. When the toast popped, he spread some butter on it and ate it as he walked out the house and too his car. As he turned the car on, music blasted from the speakers. As he tapped his hand along with the beat of the music, he drove up to the school. Getting out the car, he walked over to his usual spot, waiting for Luke, Calum and Ashton too arrive.

{Apologies for any spelling or grammatical mistakes. I'm on my iPad, and the autocorrect sometimes messes up. I did read through it a few times, but my spelling is kind of bad aswell, as I have lived in a country that doesn't speak English for over five years.}

[kai ;]

❁ Ｂ ᴼ ᴼ Ｓｍｉｔ ｈ
grumpy&irritated x no tags x calum's girl

there are 2 things boo smith hates the most throughout the day; getting up, and going to bed. but when you have an image to uphold like boo, getting up early in the mornings is a necessity, applying makeup and choosing an outfit is just as important as brushing your teeth in boo's books.
the booming of the alarms sirens signify the start of an eventful day consisting of education,
judging glances, and sneaking dollymix into her mouth through class.
to ensure she wakes up, she's set the alarm to its highest pitch; she can do these things
since her mother leaves for her studio at six and returns around six in the evening, and her
father is in korea for business, leaving boo to fend for herself.
it is monday morning, and without doubt boo is in a mean mood. pulling herself out of her bed sheets,
she grumbles on her way to the bathroom, taking a swig of water with 2 pills, then stuffing them in her
dressing gown pocket. the pills prevented her from going off the wall, but has also prevented her from having
a good nights sleep, she has insomnia; resulting in dance practice in the garage and leaving
at 2 in the morning to go clubbing, no wonder getting up is difficult.
after brushing her teeth, moisturizing and tying her medium bob into a messy ponytail, it'smakeup time.
although she has flawless skin, like most teenage girls, boo feels x10 more confident with just a thin layer of
foundation, eyeliner, mascara and her signature purple lipstick. after that its time to get dressed, having insomnia is
bad, but when your eyes are wide awake at midnight, you have plenty of time to plan tomorrow's outfit

grabbing her bag; packed with a small lunch, a drink, and two packets of dollymix, boo is out the door,
considering the school is only a little bit away, its not only quicker to cycle with avoiding traffic but its
better for the environment. locking it up in the bike shed, boo makes her way into the large building
infested with hormonal adolescents, the schools signature scent of body odor drifted through the air,
causing boo to pinch her nose in obvious disgust. on her intentional way to get her locker key for the year,
boo begins towards the office, right beside the large glass door, she is greeted by two girls around the same
age as her, giggling at new emerged false rumor that boo herself hadn't even known about yet.
flashing a toothy smile and rolling her eyes, she strolled into the office, ignoring the girls.
"boo smith, i'm looking for my locker key?", boo asked politely,
pushing a loose strand of her brown locks behind her ears, "one moment, please" the rather plumpish
receptionist mumbled, flashing her a small smile, in which boo returned. as the woman fumbled through
some files under her desk, boo hovering by, glancing around the room.

[peapcd]

luke hemmings

[ mood ;; happy ] ♬ [tagged ;; micheal ]

the young man squeezed his eyes shut tighter with a groan, woke up by the piercing, ever so persistant beeping of his alarm clock. he sighed softly as he actually got up, stretching before swinging his feet over the side of his bed, then falling into the tangle of blankets on the floor. he grabbed his phone, then heading to the bathroom, turning on the shower but the hot water didn't work so he had to take a cold shower, then letting out a yelp. '' cold! '' he then quickly cleaned himself, washing his hair and body as quickly as he possibly could.

after blowdrying his hair, he ran down the stairs in his ' I wouldn't trust me either' shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. he quickly made some toast, slathering the bread with jelly before leaving the house. he was in a rush, he wanted to talk to his friends before school started. he began to walk to the building, and found micheal in their usual meeting spot. '' mikey! '' he smiled happily, his friends being the only reason he had yet to just skip school entirely.