My life, my way [Unique Teenage RP] Semi Lit.

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Holy crap Callum is so awesome. 8D

[*Skylar The Plant*]

((If you could jump in at the mall that would be great Kaynara
Thanks Zi :3

And Callum is pretteh :3
Chuu~! Kyku, Sacred Sin and I can finally RP with you freakishlyesterday ))

[xChry.]

((If you could jump in at the mall that would be great Kaynara
Thanks Zi :3

And Callum is pretteh :3
Chuu~! Kyku, Sacred Sin and I can finally RP with you freakishlyesterday ))

No problem Sky :3 I should now stop posting here -pulls myself away-

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((If you could jump in at the mall that would be great Kaynara
Thanks Zi :3

And Callum is pretteh :3
Chuu~! Kyku, Sacred Sin and I can finally RP with you freakishlyesterday ))

Hahaha, yes. Exciting. 8D

I shall wait until everyone/almost everyone gets to the mall for my next post. :3

[Sacred Sin]

Callum watched with a little surprise as Sunda recoiled from Jer's touch as though he had bitten her. The only one not laughing or embarrassed, he leaned against the wall, his ebony black hair falling into his eyes. He didn't bother replying to her. After all, Sunda seemed a little preoccupied.

He found himself looking out the window dully, wishing he was with his mother again, or back in New York...at least someplace with a piano. It seemed as though he would have to get his own piano or make due with the piano at the university. He sighed, a pained expression flashing across his face. He had been keeping it together pretty well, not letting his aunt see just how much he really disliked being in Churchill, but that smooth facade was beginning to wear on him. He generally really didn't care about others' feelings, making him a pretty insensitive guy, but in correlation with his mother's insistent demands that he "behave" himself, he had promised silently that he would try and make the best of his time in Australia. Perhaps a music festival would come around.

Sunda's rather loud comment made him snap back to the noisy house and he turned to look at her, one of his eyebrows raised. He shrugged, not minding riding shot gun. If he sat in the back, he would feel more or less like a child. Callum walked past Jer with a detached air, not partaking in their rushed lover's quarrel, and left the house, hearing the door click softly behind him. Outside, he took a deep breath and tapped a small concierto piece by Mozart, ignoring the fact that the song was meant to be played with an orchestra.
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Jer grinned rather wickedly as Sunda jumped away from him, smacking his chest with her slender hand. He raised an eyebrow, in high spirits, regardless if he had been rejected in front of the others. He had never seen Sunda so...so embarrassed before. It was nice to see she could loose that suave, cool attitude into a fit of absolute embarrassment. The flush of her cheeks only made his crooked grin widen.

Hearing her storm away and claiming that Callum was taking the passenger seat, he imagined she must be thinking he would try and do something to her behind the wheel. The idea was appealing and he rubbed his chin, but then decided against it. He didn't particularly want to die in a car crash.

Before he followed Sunda and her cousin, he turned to Sunda's mother, about to offer a polite goodbye when he caught her stare. The mom stare. The stare that said, Treat my daughter well. He nodded, turning extremely serious. He met her eyes with a respectful look of his own, the I swear on my life gaze. Seeming satisfied, she turned and waved him away, a mischievous smile pulling at her lips. He grinned widely, finding that in a lot of ways, Sunda was a whole lot like her mother.

He walked outside, his hands in his jean pockets, the epitome as casual. "Goody, goody." He chuckled. "I get the backseat to myself."
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Van stood behind Fabe, looking at the mall with excitement, before exclaiming, "We're here! Now we just need to avoid any teachers we may know that could be here....or the cops." She paused, frowning a little. "Dad has connections with the police department here. I'm sure he would be pissed to find I was off shopping." She giggled brightly after, the prospect of a fun time washing away all her worries.

She linked her arm with Fabe's and nodded to the entrance, as enthusiastic as a kid in a candy store.

[*Skylar The Plant*]

"Oh, uh, see ya Tarel! Nice meeting you!" Fabian exclaimed and quickly waved to Tarel and then looked back to Van and nodded brightly before frowning. "Waaait, Shadey, where is he?" He exclaimed and blinked a few times, his peach coloured eyes wide and he looked back to the bus and gritting his teeth lightly.

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Sunda.

"So, what are you into these days, Callum?" Sunda questioned, giving an innocent blink as she tried to make conversation as she pulled out of the drive-way, "Last time I saw you, I remember you loved to play the piano. You still into that?" She hmmed softly as she steered her car around the corner. 'It'll be fun to get to know him; never been to connected with the family. Should be good, we're blood after-all.' Casting a look into the rear-view mirror, she couldn't help but glance at Jer relaxing in the back; her gut giving a ridiculous flutter as she did so.

[♥Fleur Morte♥]

((Ah, Thank you, now how shall I start... I know ))
Anne sat at the side of the road, next to an intersection. He chocolate coloured eyes were watching the cars come down the streets. In one hand she held a pencil and in the other she held a book opened to a page which she had been writing on. On the top of the page it stated, 'Colour of Cars' and then underneath a list of different colours with tally marks under them. She was wear VERY vinage 80s clothes and had a classic long hair 80s style hair cut. Connected around her neck was a cassette walkman, very old and abit white.

Many people passed her and stared oddly at the strange dress girl. Probably most were confused if they had just seen a ghost or seen a random time traveller. Alas Anne was real enough, strange, but real. She had been unusual ever since she started up in school, she had been a loner most of her schooling and had slowly after years of truma from the other students had lost her mind in a dream only ever coming out for vitial class time. She had created a fantsy that she was in a better world where everyone was perfect and kind, she had in away created a prison for herself, blocking the realistic world of hurt she saw.

Another point about Anne was she was easily getting into a fight. Just a bump would send her off like a mad dog, no really like a mad dog, she'd growl like an animal and bare her gums at certain students that she saw as dangerous. All in all most students knew her and often left her alone unless they were verbally bullying her which just made her run away, cry and hide.

((Just incase this was missed because it was at the end of two pages ago and...))

A gang of punky looking fifteen year olds crossed at the intersection in the direction of Anne sitting down on the ground watching the cars go by. Her head turned to the side and glared at the teenagers approaching quickly. She stood up slowly and faced them straight on, grabbing her books off the ground with great haste. These teenagers were the ones at school which usually bullied her and eventually drove her into madness.

The punk teens approached Anne who looked abit timid at them. The leader, one of the three girls in the gang moved forward close to Anne, "Well look what we've found" the girl started, "I never throught I'd see the 'It' out finally at her rightful house... The street!" she giggled. Anne took a step back but backed into one of the boys from the gang. The girl grinned cruelly as one of the members picked up an old discarded newspaper, "Oh Anne I think I found your sheets" he laughed. Anne's eyes narrowed she walked up to the boy with the newspaper and tossed the paper down to the ground. The gang circled in on Anne, "Take her to 'The logs'" one boomed, grabbing Anne's arms firmly and pushing into an allyway.

Anne struggled to get away from the gang yet she did not scream out for help, she didn't have the courage too. She tossed her body from side to side attempting to get loose. Finally Anne could not take anymore of the struggle, "HELP!" she screamed in a Scottish accent.

The lead girl snarled, she moved forward to Anne and kneed her in the chin before punching her in the gut.

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((Bump!))

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((Bump. :I))