〈 This Summer 〉〈 closed 〉

[basic,]

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[м o e]

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||18||Straight||Single||Alone||

He pulled up on his black Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle and tugged his helmet off, tucking it under his arm as he looked around the new property, smiling in satisfaction at what he took in. He jumped off the bike and headed inside, running a gloved hand through his choppy hair as he reached the front porch and took a moment to stand there and breathe. He wondered who he'd meet here, what these girls would be like. Brushing aside his first note of concern he opened the door, it was already unlocked which told him August was probably inside somewhere. He stepped through the entryway and hung up his helmet with his leather jacket, looking around him in his black and grey bro tank that revealed his tattooed shoulders. He flicked his hair back and walked down the hall with his backpack he'd somehow managed to keep with him until now.

[mr. benezedrine]

↳Rɪxᴏɴ Lᴜᴄᴀs Fɪɴᴄʜ
-------[✂]Ｔｈｅ Ｂｏｘｅｒ
↷I ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴅᴀʏ
Male|Nineteen|At the house|With no one.

A 1969 Plymouth Roadrunner pulled up in front of the large white house. It was obvious to the male in the driver's seat that the house had been recently painted, the white paint not tainted in the slightest from the elements around it. A smile crawled into his lips as he let out a breath, glad to be away from home and the chaos that happened there. But this was a new start, sorta. Of course he already knew four people here, which he was pretty good friends with. Rixon let out a small sigh as he parked the orange and black Plymouth and got out, getting into the back seat to pull a duffle bag and a guitar case, then shutting an locking the car up behind him.
Looking up at the looming house, he finally realized how big it truly was. Sure, it wasn't humongous, but defiantly much larger then his one story childhood home. This was defiantly going to be a nice change. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he made his way into the new house, in which he'd be sharing with seven other people. What could go wrong with that?
Deciding on a room on the third floor, the dark haired guy placed his guitar case on the bed and glanced around. The room was about average space, a single window parallel with the door that had a view of the sun. "Gonna have to get thick curtains', he commented in his mind, knowing himself well enough that he defiantly wasn't a morning person when rudely awakened by the sun. The walls were a pale off white color, which he probably wouldn't change in his time being here, seeing as he wasn't one to paint. Posters and pictures of family would probably be scattered about. Not a lot of people seemed to understand how much of a family man he truly was.
His deep brown eyes flittered around the room, spotting the door that would lead to the bathroom, he knew slightly of the fact they had shared bathrooms, and mentally hoped that who ever get the room next to him wasn't some neat freak or had to much stuff.

[bunny,]

Luke Atwood | mood: curious | location: the house | tagged: no one

Luke parked his car outside the house. He noticed a motorcycle and a car already there, so he knew people had already arrived. He got out of the car, grabbing his things from the trunk. Walking up to the door, Luke noticed it was already unlocked, so he just flung it open and walked inside. He walked up the stairs to the second floor and went into the first room on the right. Plopping down on the bed, he set his things down and looked around. After a few minutes, Luke got up and decided to go explore the house.

[basic,]

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

After a while of unpacking clothes and putting them away, one of the only things left to unpack was my stuff for the bathroom. I grabbed my tooth paste and tooth brush, along with a hairbrush, and my retainer from having braces. I slowly pulled open the bathroom door, looking around.

[Kim Jongdae]

I brush off the dust on the old diary
The inside that suddenly opened up, brightly
You are there still Like before, you are remained
I recall the pictures that I lived forgetting
The little tremblings splurge in my body
It’s a bit of a sad thing that we can’t go back to that time

I’m going to look for you Tinker bell
that the memories sent Neverland that followed through
At that place While looking at each other, were we smiling
Forever your peter pan.
Your man that stopped the that time
Although I’m lacking,
I’m running to my you that I loved so much

The mischievous rascal that bothered you a lot
The defeated memories are vivid
Starting from that time I gained your heart and even a kiss
My heart was always flying while riding a cloud
You were prettier than Wendy, Cinderella
Because I feel you,
the one person that makes my heart beat
My two eyes shine

I’m going to look for you Tinker bell
that the memories sent Neverland that followed through
at that place While looking at each other, were we smiling
Forever your peter pan.
Your man that stopped the that time
Although I’m lacking,
I’m running to my you that I loved so much

The face that shows the pinkish color
The feeling of walking on the clouds
(Although we were together)
Baby boo!
The picture like You that my heart beated to!
(Although I wanted to hold on)
That time like when your eyes that gently smiled
(Although I put out my hand Oh!)
If you were to fly to me right now through the
open window in the part of my heart (You get farther Away)

You that i bottled in my fairy tale, as always,
lingering around sweety girl (Don’t leave)
I’m still trembling the part of my heart that
you’re not in this place is a lonely island
(The me from that time)
You are written in my memories,
pretty girl that won’t get erased!
(is here right now Oh!)
My heart is still beating the one part of my heart that you’re not in
(Where could you be)

Our relationship that shows of a watch spring
How much would it have changed
Although I turned one page that
I lastly wrote about you in, no longer
Do I have the strength to read on
I’m going to erase the sad writings
It’s not going to be the end of our story
Because I’m going to meet you again

ᗰIᑎᕼYᑌK ᒪEE

It was early in the morning when a sleek, white Honda Civics car pulled up outside the large house. The driver, a pale boy with dark brown-black hair, opened the door and got out of the car, taking a backpack with him. He wore a black v neck tee shirt, blue acid washed skinny jeans, dark grey sneakers and a cap. His backpack was black and brown colored, and the style was almost like a knapsack. [click on the word 'backpack' to see the picture]. He smoothed out his outfit, before heading towards the trunk of his car. He unlocked the white trunk and pulled it open, before hefting out a medium sized luggage. It was a deep navy shade color and rather heavy- which lead to Minhyuk deciding to just wheel it into the house, rather than carry it.

Minhyuk pulled the door open deftly and headed inside, dragging the blue luggage behind him and headed down the hall after a quick peak around the place. He popped his head about through the living room, kitchen a bit and then down the hall. Things seemed rather quiet as he carded fingers through his hair and headed into one of the seemingly vacant rooms. Shutting the door behind him, Minhyuk set his luggage on the floor, his backpack on the bed and peeked around the room.

The room was actually really nice, which came a rather surprise to Min. He always thought it would be close to descent, but not the greatest. Maybe he was wrong. The bed was rather big, and the space was roomy. It was...nice. Kind of like a hotel room- except- there was no microwave or anything like that in the rooms. Either way, the bed was big, which was a relief. At least they didnt sleep on small beds.

Minhyuk set his things down and opened his backpack to fish out his phone. A snowy- transluscent Melody [Sky blue] case falling into his hand. He grinned and slipped the Samsung Galaxy Smart phone easily into the pocket of his skinny jeans, before opening the door to head outside and do a bit of exploring. The house was rather bit, judging from the first glance he saw as he was lugging his suitcase around, but now that it was done, he could look around a bit.

[м o e]

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||18||Straight||Single||Alone||

After choosing a room, second floor, third door down, he set his backpack on the bed and got a look around. After doing so he headed back down to the front porch as his adoptive mother, Teresa, pulled up in the little Honda with the rest of his stuff she'd volunteered to bring up for him. He greeted her with a hug and a few welcoming words before opening the trunk and grabbing his guitar case, slinging it over one shoulder. Jazz suddenly leapt out of the front seat and barked hello, grinning up at Toby as he ruffled up his head fur. "Aw hey boy, miss me?" He laughed, grabbing his notebook with his other hand and tucking it under his arm so he could also grab Jazz's large kennel that just barely fit in the back seat of the small car. Jazz was still young, and he didn't want to bother anyone in case he started barking at night so he decided to bring the kennel for now until the pup was old enough to sleep the whole night through. Kicking the door shut as it was the only body part available to close it, he said goodbye to his mother, assured her he'd check in now and then, then turned and started limping up the steps again and inside, Jazz close at his heels. The weight of all his stuff made the small limp from his knee more noticeable and he hurried his pace so he wouldn't have to explain to anyone that he wasn't hurt.

[þella]

Briella Vargas - 18 - Heterosexual - Open
Briella let out a quiet sigh as she and her dad pulled in front of her new home. She looked over at him in the driver's seat with a smile, noticing the tears in the corners of his brown eyes. She expected him to cry. After all, she was the only thing that he'd had for the past eighteen years. They were as close as two people could possibly be, and now, he was going to have to live without her. "Got all your stuff? Your meds and everything?" she heard him ask, his voice quivering. Bri nodded. "Yeah, dad, I have everything." She bit her lip and looked at him for a while, not sure what to do or say. "O-okay," he finally said. "Go on, I'm not gonna make you stay." Briella frowned, glancing at the house and then back at her father. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. "I love you." She felt him trembling in her arms, but he still managed to keep himself together. "I love you too, sweetpea. Be safe." She nodded and got out of the car, adjusting the backpack on her back before she shut the door. She gave her father one last smile before he drove away, and then, she was alone. Alone. She hadn't been alone in years. Briella looked around, noticing a boy head inside of the house with a puppy trailing behind him. She waited for him to leave before she let out a small choking noise, falling to her knees. She wasn't even crying, she just felt completely numb. What was she going to do without her dad? Bri shut her eyes and took in a wheezy breath, not sure how she was going to walk through that door.

[м o e]

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||18||Straight||Single||Briella||

He was about to head back up the stairs when Jazz heard something and turned back, letting out a whine then barking loudly. Toby frowned and shushed him. "What is it?" He asked and followed the husky as the lung dog bounded outside again. He was about to call him back when he got to the front porch and saw Jazz jump up and start licking a girl on the cheek. He smiled briefly before taking note of her distraught position and knelt down in front of year, offering her a hand. "Are you okay?" He asked sincerely, chocolate brown eyes filled with concern for the other human. He assumed she was one of the ones going to be sharing the cost of the place with them, so good first impressions were always vital right? Not like he was planning on being rude in any way in the future.

[þella]

Briella Vargas - 18 - Heterosexual - Toby
Briella flinched as she felt something jump on top of her. Realizing it was the dog she'd seen earlier, she giggled a little, allowing him to lick her cheek. She scratched behind his ears, looking up as she noticed a boy's outstretched hand. "Oh," she said softly. She hesitated before taking it and getting off the ground with a quiet grunt. Who was this guy? She took a moment to get a good look at him, noticing that he had shaggy hair and quite a few tattoos. He wasn't bad looking at all. She liked his smile, too. He seemed really sweet. "I'm fine, just a bit nervous about this whole thing." She tugged on the sleeves of her sweater, frowning down at the dog as he wagged his tail. "I've never even been to a sleepover before," she said, chuckling softly. "I'm not sure how I'm going to live on my own." She glanced at the boy, resisting the urge to reach out and touch his hair. It looked so soft, she just wanted to feel it. She was weird that way.