〈 This Summer 〉〈 closed 〉

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[þella]

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Come on skinny love, just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut the ropes, and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right at the moment, this order's tall
And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And now all your love is wasted
Then who the hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
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Name: Briella Michelle Vargas.
Nicknames: Bri, Elle, Ellie.
Gender: Female.
Age: Eighteen.
Date of Birth: October 4th, 1996.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
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Height: 5'5".
Weight: 107 lbs.
Build: Very skinny.
Hair: Dark brown, almost black.
Eyes: Brown.
Skin: Fair.
Body Modifications: Pierced ears and a tattoo on the back of her neck.
Everyday Attire: Longsleeve shirts, hoodies, sweaters, skinny jeans, and Vans or Converse.
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History: Briella was born into a broken home. Her mentally unstable mother Carrie was put away in a psychiatric hospital, and her unemployed father James resided in a small apartment, barely big enough for him and his daughter to live in. They got by though, buying groceries with the food stamps that they received each month and conserving the little money that they had. It was a hard life for Briella and her father, but the two had a bond that could never be broken. James showed his daughter enough love to make up for what her mother couldn't give, and she loved him in return. On her fourteenth birthday, Briella's father was going to surprise her by telling her that they had finally saved up enough money to buy a house when something tragic happened. She came home from school and suddenly fell to the floor, her arms and legs convulsing violently in a seizure. James rushed her to the hospital, where doctors confirmed that Briella was an epileptic. They told him and his daughter that their lives were going to change drastically because of her condition, and they were right. Briella began to have seizures on the daily, and the medical bills started to pile up, which prevented them from moving out of their tiny apartment. When James found out that one of her friends was willing to move into a house with her, he was hesitant, but eventually gave the green light. After all, she was going to be happier there, and she wouldn't have to face the dangers living alone. He's a bit overprotective now that she's moved out though, and calls her whenever he can to check in and make sure that she's doing okay.
Personality: Briella isn't one to hide her thoughts. Her mouth doesn't have a filter, so she's always slipping up on her words by saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Her awkwardness can be a bit of an issue when making friends, but she still enjoys the company of others. She's a very honest person, and if she likes you, she'll let you know without a minute's hesitation. Though she may not be the happiest girl on earth, Briella fakes a smile and is as kind to people as possible because she knows what it's like to feel alone.
Likes: Making others happy, hugs, skateboarding, singing, dogs, and Starbucks.
Dislikes: Reading, crying, rain, cold weather, and breaking the rules.
Fears: Spiders, being alone, seizures, and thunderstorms.

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Rixon has dark brown eyes the match
his dark brown hair. Rixon's hair is curly,
to the point if he'd let it grow out that
they would cascade down into perfect
natural curls, so he keeps his hair kept.
Rixon is a tall one, that is for sure. He
stands 6'5", pretty darn tall. Rixon is
built but still agile on his feet, this coming
from his many years in boxing. Rixon
weighs around 135 pounds, which may
or may not be around the normal weight.

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Name: Rixon Lucas Finch
Age: Nineteen years old
Gender: Male|Guy|Chico
+ Traits: Funny, Sweet, Protective,
Trustworthy, Hopeless Romantic, For the most part relaxed.
- Traits: Loud, stubborn, Bull headed,
Overly protective at times, can be considered harsh.
Couple: Best Friends
Crush: None as of yet
Dating: No one
Exes: Allisone Stone and
Marie Gomer.
Family: Jacob and Beth
(Mother and father), Tanner and Blake(Younger brothers)
Pets:Castiel, A Seven
year old Siberian Husky.
Talents: Has double jointed
Elbows and can play guitar.

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Rixon was born on July 19th, right after his own
father's birthday, silly huh? He was an only child
up until the age was six years old, when he was
'blessed' with two younger brothers who were
identical twins. How fun right? Well, it wasn't all
that bad, honestly. Either way, Rixon is pretty
protective of his little brothers. Rixon's father was
always big in sports, any sport you know his dad
knew at least a little bit about it. This caused Rixon
to play a lot of sports, from wrestling to Lacrosse,
football to soccer, mind you he isn't super human so
he pretty much sucked at more then a few of the
sports, but two that he was pretty good at is baseball
and boxing, if you consider Boxing a sport. Rixon
then started to learn how to play guitar at the age
thirteen, and has been playing ever since then, and
he honestly isn't all that bad at it. Rixon just recently
got a seven year old Husky who's name is Castiel, or Cass.
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These Summer Days

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[MissNovocaine]

.: H e l l o T h e r e :.

N a m e ;;

"My name is 'Nicole Lyric Williams'. Sometimes I'm called by nicknames which include "Nikki", or my personal favorite, "Nicotine."

A g e ;;

She is nineteen years old.

G e n d e r ;;

"Judging by my long hair and girly face, I think I'm a female. Or at least I was last time I checked."

.: G e t t i n g t o k n o w m e :.

P e r s o n a l i t y ;;

Nicole seems like a shy girl. Getting to know her is a bit of a task. She rarely opens up to anyone, and tries to keep to herself. But once you're sucked into her world, she will usually be found trying to drag you into parties. Once she does open up, you get to see the real her. She loves partying, and has quite a rebellious streak. She's always up for a good fight with anyone who will wrong her, or anyone who disrespects her friends and family. She won't let anyone push her around, she can be quite stubborn. She lives life her own way, and wants to have fun doing it. Partying aside, she does want to have a successful life, maybe a nice job. But she has yet to settle down. So far, she doesn't want a significant other to tie her down just yet. She's more on the tom boy side, and doesn't enjoy being proper and lady-like. Whenever she finds someone to disagree with her lifestyle, her middle finger is held high.

S e x u a l i t y ;;

Nicole is straight.

B o y f r i e n d ;;

"What's the point? He'll only leave you when he finds someone prettier."

.: H o w D o I L o o k :.

A p p e a r a n c e ;;

Nicole is short for her age. She is 5'0 and around 95 pounds. She often gets teased about her size, but she doesn't mind. She's a brunette with hair almost down to her waist. Her eyes are a bright blue, and you won't catch her without her nails done. She has a bit of an athletic build, and hopes to keep it that way.

B o d y M o d i f i c a t i o n s ;;

She has a belly button ring, a nose ring, and hip dermals. She also has a few tattoos with stories behind them, but they can't be seen if she is dressed.

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xx★ name luke james atwood
xx★ nickname none
xx★ gender male
xx★ age eighteen

xx★ looks for in a girl smart,
xxcaring, will cuddle with him,
xxand will trust him
xx★ sexuality heterosexual
xx★ crush open
xx★ bf/gf none
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xx★ appearance Luke is tall,
xxstanding at about six foot
xxtwo. He is slim, but muscular.
xxHis hair is light brown and
xxhis eyes are sea blue. He has
xxa lip ring and a tattoo of a
xxheart on the back of his left
xxhand that has his ex's name
xxin it. He meant to get it
xxremoved, but never got the
xxchance.
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When you first meet him, Luke can be shy and a bit awkward. But once you get to know him better and gain his trust, he will open up more. He likes to mess around and prank people whenever he gets the chance. He hates working and usually doesn't listen to people. He hates when other people are right. Luke gets nervous and awkward when talking to girls, which some people find it cute, but he thinks it's embarrassing. He can be childish at times and he is very playful. He has a white kitten with blue eyes named Chewy.

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[м o e]

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||18||Straight||Single||Musician||

Name: Toby Dullen

Nickname(s): Tobmiester, Tob

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Male

Orientation: Straight

Career: Barista boy, musician

Disabilities: Residual Schizophrenic

Personality:
Toby, despite the stereotypic emo sign basically nailed above his head, is very sweet to everyone. People assume a lot about him but he's really not that complicated. He cares for others feelings, tells people when they're in the wrong towards someone else, and has a very approachable attitude. He has a variety of interests and loves to make conversations with people about whatever they like, taking time out of his personal life to sit and listen to anything anyone needs to get off their chest. His down side is his rough days, they're few and far between but very bad. These days are when he gives in to his insecurities, the lies people constantly tell him about who they think he is and that he's not good enough despite all his efforts. These days are when he can't handle the truth of his past and feels unworthy of any of his friends. Few know about his inner struggles, but those who do have a higher respect for his strength and determination to keep living and thriving.

History:
Toby grew up in and out of orphanages. His father was an alcoholic and a criminal, now in prison for life. His mother was a very busy nurse who didn't mean to get pregnant with him, she wasn't even married. A little time into the pregnancy his mother seriously considered aborting him and the only thing that saved him was a compassionate doctor who convinced her not to with the promise that they'd find him a good home once he was born. Eight months later he was born prematurely but healthy for the most part besides a slightly deformed knee, nothing noticeable though, and was immediately assigned a new mother who, at the time, loved him with all her heart despite the limp he'd keep with him the rest of his life. He grew up in that house the first ten years of his life until his 'mother' remarried a man who considered him inadequate as a human being, practically shunning him from the household. After that he ran away and went homeless through the streets an entire month. A security guard at the local mall eventually reported the boy wandering through the food court asking for hand outs everyday and was taken into foster care. He went through two other unsuccessful family attempts after that until he ended up with the Dullen's when he was fifteen. Now, after staying under their loving attention and hard working influence for the last three years he's gone far. He's still damaged with distrust but the experiences, as the man he considered his real father always told him, are what gave him true compassion for others.

About His Schizophrenia:
Contrary to normal Schizophrenia, which gives the person disabled with it hallucinations, voices in their heads and physical twitches, Residual Schizophrenia takes away his will in certain things. For example, several months ago he was hit hard with the inability to speak for an entire week. Not because he was physically unable to, but his brain was telling him not to. He will occasionally not want to stand, move or simply think things through, making him hard to understand at times because he struggles to hide it. There are other forms of the mental illness but the main three are movement, thought and speech.

About His Career And Hobbies
Toby currently works at a local coffee shop called Dutch Bros. It's a drive through café where the coffee is cheap but of good quality, the servers are friendly and active and there's always loud music playing. Their saying is pretty much 'get your coffee and get out' as they serve quickly and efficiently. Toby loves this fast paced work and the great baristas he gets to work alongside so he hopes to keep the job awhile longer. Out of his job, back at the new place he and three others just bought and found out they'll be sharing with four girls, he always has a guitar strapped to his back and a notebook for his lyrics in hand. He can sing as well but can become bashful when anyone asks him to sing in front of others.

Anything Else:
He has a pet husky boy, Jazz, who has multicolored eyes, ones blue and the other is brown. His fur is a rusty red color with white and he's medium size at the age of 1 1/2 years. Toby is currently not in a relationship and has no crush but is open to it.

These summer days

Disclaimers: Dutch Bros. It is an actual coffee stop/drive thru, I don't own gif

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{{ okay so now that all the spots are filled we can begin.
{{ the roleplay will start with all eight of the people arriving at the new house. they can all claim a room, the rooms will go ;; boy , girl, boy, girl, boy ;; and so on. I will make the first post momentarily. feel free to message people within the roleplay to make plans to meet, beforehand. once again, thank you for joining.
{{ everyone can arrive in their own cars if you prefer.

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| a u g u s t |
| tag ; open | @ the new house | crush ; none |

I parked my car out front of the big white house. The whole thing was freshly painted and smelled like the ocean. I grabbed my bags and lugged them up the front steps and paused only to unlock the door. I continued to make my way through the house glancing around to take in all the details. There were long stairs that spiraled upward towards the second floor. The wooden stairs changed to carpet floors as I walked around, examening each room looking for one that would hold my things. I traveled up to the third floor and finally found a medium sized room with it's own small bathroom shared with the room beside mine. I smiled and dropped my luggage on my bed and sat down, taking everything in. I sighed looking at the time knowing everyone else would start showing up soon.

{{ every room shares a bathroom with another, and there are four rooms on both the third and second floor. have fun and pick your room wisely! you can go ahead and make up the locations of the rooms on each floor but remember the bathrooms are shared. }}