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

[*Skylar The Plant*]

((Accepted ))

[♥Fleur Morte♥]

((Sky, Is it okay if Mitchell and Cue meet up... or do you have other plans for Mitchell?))

[*Skylar The Plant*]

((I don't have any plans for Mitchell right now, so that's fine with me ^^ ))

[♥Fleur Morte♥]

((Cool! Lets see how I should start))

Cue walked down the street elegantly, his steps seeming light and rythmic. One hand was in his custom made vintage looking 19th century jacket while the other was holding a note pad with various stuff written on it in list form. Cue turned his head as he past some shops, glaring at his beautiful girl like appearance in the shop windows. A smirk came to his lips, "My, My Cue arn't you a hansome Devil, Cue" he said quitely to himself in his classic romanic toned French accent.

He flung his long silky black hair over his left shoulder, much like a girl would do if he was one. He came across a few guys his age who started to wolf wistle so to say, though they quickly stopped once they realized that Cue was actually a man insted of a lady which they thought he was. Cue chuckled darkly at the thought of the others wolf wistling at him, was he really that attactive to be wolf wistled at?

He came to a Night-Owl shops and entered slowly, looking around the shop. He walked to the back of the shop and took a large packet of Cheese and Chives chips before heading to the shop counter. The lady serving looked at Cue weirdly, as if confused if this man was really a man or now, never the less she took his money for the packet of chips which he took out of his pocket and gave him the change. Cue smiled to the lady and walked out of the shop back to the street.

[Kaynara]

Thomas dipped his head at Van and grinned back, ''Oh yes, fun and some new hair dye.'' As Fabian's friend introduced himself to Gabe, he felt slightly hurt, as he hadn't introduced himself to Tom. But he didn't mind too much, after all, the guy had been talking to his two best friends at the same time. He listened to the conversation and someone mentioned the university in Churchill. He smiled brightly and said happily, ''The university? In Churchill? I'm starting there tomorrow, or the day after, I think. Well, probably tomorrow. I'm not sure, but...'' He stopped rambling, gathered his thoughts and started talking again, briefly. ''I'm in the first year too. I just moved there, which is why you probably haven't seen me around yet.''

[Clowesia]

Sunda.

Sunda could feel their stares burrowing into her back, but she easily brushed it off. This certainly was no the first time she'd made-out in public with a boy before; she'd even done it in far more public locations. But she knew she had to let Jer have a taste of what it was going to be like, because Sunda was not going to act like an innocent virgin just because they were in public. She would touch him and kiss him and hell, she'd probably even try to coerce him into having public s*x; he needed to know what the stares felt like. In such a small town like Churchill, he would never escape those stares, everyone talked to everyone, hell, half of the school probably knew by now; text was a horribly wonderful thing.

Pulling back, her lips parted from his as she cast him a look, one eyebrow cock "Those stares will get worse over time. People will get 'comfortable' with what we're doing, doesn't mean they'll like it, in fact, they may even beat the sh*t out of us. I want to be with you Jer, but only if you can handle it. I don't want you to end up hating me." She finished lightly as she ran a hand down the front of his shirt, a gentle caress.


((Sorry I've been so horrible on reply. D;
My depression is acting up, I haven't had the motivation to even check my e-mails, let alone respond to RPs.))

[♥Fleur Morte♥]

((Bump it))

[*Skylar The Plant*]

"Free samples are very much allowed" Mitchell muttered to himself, his semi-deep voice hiding a strange sort of excitememnt as his hand flashed forward and he lightly graped a grape from the fruit section of the supermarket he was in, he lightly popped it into his mouth and a mile covered his light brown lips. And Mitchell the ninja strikes again He thought smugly and lightly walked back down the isle and grabbed one of the plastic bags from the rolls, his dark brown eyes narrowed slightly and he walked back to the grapes and picked up a whole bunch of them, he looked around the shops and clearly cringed as he got a dirty look from one older man, he looked in his late thirties at the very least.

Mitchell let out a sigh and walked back down the isles until he came to the checkouts, he lightly went to the self serve ones and did his own shopping, which was quite a break from getting odd looks from the racist people of Churchill. He put all the fruits, dips and biscuits he had brought into one bag and then walked out of the shopping center, he looked back and forth lightly, his black curls moving to cover some of his face and he brushed them away lightly, he poked out his light pink tongue. He ahd forgotten to buy drink yet again.

Mitchell rolled his dark brown eyes and lightly walked out into a car park, passing a bunch of teenage boys, the one that looked like the leader of the group smirked. "Yo! Retard! Whatcha doing round 'ere? This is where we go!" He shouted and Mitchell looked over in shock, of course he towered over all the boys in the group, being nearly seven foot tall, he frowned slightly at the boys words and bit his lip. He's only arrived here a few days ago.

"Why are you picking on me?" Mitchell asked, clearly hurt by the small group wanna-be gansta kids.

[♥Fleur Morte♥]

Cue continued his walk down the street. He took out his note pad and squinted at the fine printed writing, "Les pommes? (Apples?)" he said in french. He shrugged his shoulders, he didn't really like apples that much, they were too common for his liking most too sweet for him. Cue prefered bitter or spicy things to eat, he hated things that were too sweet for his liking, apples one of them. He shook his head, "Only for Mama" he hissed lightly.

He changed corners to another street swiftly, going through the suburbs now to get to his ideal supermarket, the only one he actually trusted because on of the staff who worked there was from France. He walked across the road to the other side where the supermarket was located and walked into the car park. Most people stared at the him because of his appearance once again, in truth most people were frowning at him for being so beautiful, they saw it as unnatural for a boy to look almost like an angelic girl, a very tall one at that since Cue himself was almost seven foot in height.

He stopped as was just about to pass behind a young coloured man about his age. He sounded slightly hurt by a few gang boys who seemed to be being not so nice to him. Cue's face turned to one of deep thought, he walked up to the coloured boys side and frowned at the gang. His eyebrows raised, "Do you boys find it funny to bully other people due to their skin colour when if you believe in science and evolution then you must know that we originally were all coloured? You should really think about your own thoughts before acting idiotic ways, you should leave to boy alone, he has done nothing wrong" he said in his french accent, moving a piece of his ebony hair off his hansome face.

[Sacred Sin]

Jer met Sunda's gaze with ease, his expression unfaltering as he spoke. "Sunda, I know what I'm doing. Trust me. I know what I'm getting into and I know what to expect." He sighed, and pushed back his tousled blond hair with a swift, and undeniably cool flick of his slender hand, a small, crooked grin tugging at his lips.

"Come on, your cousin's waiting." He smirked, casting a glance over at Callum who was leaning against a pole, looking bored and upon closer look...almost irritated. He took Sunda's hand into his and tugged her along, past the guy who had flashed him the finger. The boy subconsciously stepped away, as he felt Jer's presence. He may have had a thing against homosexuals, but Jer was not an easy target. Hell, he was practically impossible to beat.
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Callum could only guess what Sunda and Jer had been "talking" about near the wall, from the whispered comments and insults he heard from the people around him. Growing more irritated with how un-accepting people were in Churchill, he forced himself not to go and break the nose of the guy standing closest to him.
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Van chuckled. "Just another year little one." She teased, patting Fabe on the head lightly.