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summer 2015. you and five friends have been talking about
this for years, and now finally, it's here. time for the road t
rip of your lives: two months of freedom and adventure - w
here will it take you? you've saved just enough money to fin
ally do it. suitcase packed, playlist set, time to hit the road.

what could possibly go wrong?

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follow all of the official site and roleplaying rules
this is semi-literate, so aim for around 8 lines / post
one character / person (there will be even genders)
forms and ooc chat go on the discussion threadonly
drama, romance, conflict etc. is greatly encouraged
i expect you to active (with in reason, of course ;) )

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the characters start their journey from their hometown, oh
io, and will be travelling across north america. we can deci
de as a group where they go ^ ^ the vehicle is a classic vw
van, which basically their home on wheels. the season is
obviously summer, and the setting is the road (though they'll
be stopping at various places, either for supply pit stops or to
check it out).

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Will Jacobson - male - 19 - form
the one behind the wheel, responsible for getting the group
where they need to be.

Will is friendly, easy-going, down to earth, and just general
ly fun to be around. He has an optimistic outlook on life, se
eing the best in people. If they're in a not-so-good situation,
he'll make the best of it and of what he has. He'll remind pe
ople that life is good, even when they're down, often using q
uotes from movies.

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charlotte moreau - female - 18 - form
The man (or woman) with a map. Dictates what turn to take,
and plans the best routes.

charlotte is a very observant individual. Her positive traits m
anifest as an easy going, friendly and honest persona. Unfort
unately, she can be a tad awkward and self-conscious. Despi
te coming across as hot headed and bossy at times, she can a
lso be very caring. A photographic memory lends itself to na
vigation, meaning she can easily remember routes and places.

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Ashton Meyer - male - 18 - form
Keeps an eye on supplies, making sure they aren't running low
on anything. Responsible for cooking and keeping everyone's
bellies full.

Ashton's a huge dork and very clumsy - it's surprising that he
can actually cook without setting anything on fire. He is, by
nature, a curious fellow and gets distracted easily, but once
he's cooking, his whole focus is on cooking. moving on, he's a
big sweetie and easy to talk to. He's super caring and likes to
help people, but he often takes on more than he can handle.

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Tristian Harris - male - 18 - form
Has basic medical knowledge and some first aid training, just
in case anyone gets hurt.

So long as your not timid or easily-offended, you should get a
long with Tristan. He's very much in-your-face and has little r
egard of other's feelings. He has a great sense of rumour, but
can be a slightly rude and ignorant - he can't seem to take thi
ngs seriously (which may or may not lighten the general mood
). If you want a good party or something, he's your guy, but d
on't look for him in your times of emotional despair.

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name - female - age - [url]form[/url]
for the inevitable breakdowns. practical and handy, good at
fixing things.

words words words words

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Tatum Ace Pierce - female - 19 - form
capturing all the unforgettable moments on film. Selfie time?

Tae tries to act unbreakable, untouchable, and brave-but ho
nestly, she's nowhere near the person she wishes she could b
e. She's fragile, weak, and a coward. Generally, the girl can
become snappy, sarcastic, and very rude. She's blunt, doesn'
t take other's feelings into consideration.
on good days, Tatum is everyone's pet. She's obedient to the
law and can be naive to other's intentions or implications.

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health: good
location: driveway
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"damn it!" Tristan's cocoa-coloured eyes shot open, still bleared with fatigue. Alarm bells rang in his head as he registered the time: 8.34 in the morning. He was so late. Kicking off the sheets, the black-haired boy rolled out of bed dramatically, feet slamming down on the carpet of his bedroom. It was 8.34 and Will had promised to arrive around 9.00. But between now and then he needed to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast - Oh, I gotta pack too... he remembered, smirking at his own incompetence. Unceremoniously hurling shirts, shorts and socks into his case, Tristan crossed his fingers that everything he needed would be in there. "Um um um um TOOTHBRUSH!" He cried, almost victoriously. He sprinted out of his room, still clad in boxers, and dashed for the bathroom. Randomly plucking various toiletries up, Tristan returned to his room with yet another random selection of items - and again, threw them into his suitcase. By the time his packing was complete, it was quarter-to. Blabbering curses in random, quick-succession, he gave up on the idea of a shower and got dressed instead. Along with the suitcase, he picked up a rucksack, phone and earphones - the things he could never forget - and headed downstairs. Gobbling down breakfast like a gannet, Tristan desperately tried to recall any neglected essentials. There must be something... "Tris? Why haven't you packed the first aid kit?" Ah hah...! His mother rolled her eyes, putting the small red and white bag down by the rest of his supplies. "You're not going to loose it again, are you?" She warned him. He simply grinned in response - they both knew the answer. After the obligatory drag of excessive farewells, tight hugs and 'stay safe's, Tristan heaved his luggage out onto the drive. It had just hit nine, and boy, was he ready for this adventure of a lifetime.

[Shadō]

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Will woke up at 4 in the morning, and not voluntarily. His parents had warned him. His dog, his responsibility. So when he opened his eyes, he found Ahaura sitting on top of his chest, all comfortable as she licked his face and neck until he woke up. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, blinking and trying not to feel irritated. The little husky puppy wagged her tail when she saw she had accomplished her goal. "All right, all right, I'm up," he whispered softly to her. He gently moved her off his chest so he could sit up. The clock read 4:00 exactly, and it was still dark out. Ahaura sat by his side, looking at him curiously and wagging her tail as Will swung his legs off the bed to get up. As he stood up, he became aware of standing on something uncomfortably warm and squishy. He groaned, immediately knowing what it was. "Ahaura." Will turned and looked at the puppy, who was watching him, quite oblivious to what he was saying to her. Shaking his head, he picked up the pup and headed to the bathroom to wash his foot off before taking her out to go. He stood outside with her, waiting for her to go. His yard was fenced in, and even if it wasn't, probably no one would have cared that he was just standing there in navy blue flannel pants and a t-shirt. In fact, wasn't that one of those trends these days, wearing pajamas in public? Anyway, when he came back, he cleaned up the mess. Luckily, the floors were hardwood rather than carpet, so it wasn't as difficult to clean, and at least she did it down there and not up on the bed. What a way to start the day.
After that whole little incident, he found that he couldn't get back to sleep. So, Will decided to start the day early. He showered and dressed, putting on a white t-shirt and jeans with a jacket and his father's dog tags, before heading downstairs to grab something to eat. Since he had the time, he made himself scrambled eggs with bacon and toast, also having a glass of orange juice. By the time he had done all that, it was 6:14. Will headed back upstairs to pack. Generally, he was a light, efficient packer that used to traveling places, so he really only had to pack one bag. It both saved him time and room in the van for the others' luggage. His mother, who was quite experienced with dogs of all types, having never had a house without a dog, agreed to watch Ahaura while he was away. Taking her on the trip would be, well, not all that great. She was still quite young, despite having lived with Will for almost a month, barely even house trained, as one would see by this morning's excitement. By 8 o'clock, Will was basically ready to go. He probably could have left right then, but he had promised his friends 9, and decided to wait. So, to busy himself for that last forty five minutes, he took to writing down Ahaura's care instructions even though his mother knew everything already.
When it was finally time to go, Will got into his father's old van that his mother had so graciously allowed him to use for this great adventure and headed off after saying goodbye to his mother and promising her he and his friends would be safe. First stop: Tristan's house.

[neal caffrey.]

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the navigator ◇ eighteen ◇ tags; n/a
ooc: i'm sorry for the rushed post, i have to go cx

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charlotte settled an alarm for seven thirty in the morning but because of her being a freak and a hundred percent morning person, she actually woke up half an hour earlier than planned. so, that left the girl a little bit more than two hours before will would come and pick her up but there would be certain things keeping charlie occupied for that time. first of all came the showering and making one look presentable enough to go on an 'adventure' as some kids of the group had described it. however she decided to leave that for last, and spent almost an entire hour preparing the things. for someone who was such a control freak as charlotte moreau was, it was very surprising that the two bags she was using had not been prepared earlier, but there were other things she had to get done before that day and just lost track of time, and days. mmmhmmm... pieces, and build a lego house... charlie hummed under her breath whilst tossing a pair of jeans inside the first bag, containing most clothes. for some reason she got a slight obsession over ed sheeran in the last two months, but the lyrics had not been exactly memorized. when it was around eight charlotte entered a warm shower and washed her hair, and then got out, dried, put on some black skinny jeans and a random but comfortable enough shirt and placed the bathroom and cleaning things in the other bag. she still had about an hour, or something between those lines, to kill, so there was nothing more to do than go towards the living room and grab something to eat. her father luis had gone to visit her siblings back in france right at the same time when she was supposed to go on the trip with her friends, so there would be no one at the department. they have lived in the same one since they arrived from paris almost four years ago, and never desired another home because being two there wasn't so much space to be occupied. also the two of them spent most of their time outside of the building so the place wasn't cluttered all the time. it never was actually. charlie opened the fridge with a sigh, picked up some of the pie her dad bought some days ago, and left the last piece to his daughter. she smiled at him and decided to text him a bit later, while sitting down on the kitchen table and eating the piece of pie, she waited for will to arrive.

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тαтυм αcє ριєяcє - the photographer
age;; nineteen ❅ tags;; open ❅ crush;; open

00000The most realistic moments in life are the kinds that become cliche in the stories. As disappointing as the beginning of Tatum's story might be, she wakes up to none other than her cellphone alarm clock chiming out her current favorite song. ♫ so don't you call my name, I will take you down, should've have known that you've been dancing with a wolf ♫ As her conscious mind begins to slip into reality, Tatum hums to the tune even though she should be itching to turn it off. In a way, that's the main reason why the girl always uses her more favored songs to wake up to. Instead of waking up with a gnawing feeling of turning that dang alarm clock off, it was a lot easier to deal with waking up humming or singing along with her favorite tune. However, songs always have an end, and so does her alarm. When the lyrics of the chorus begin to repeat, she gathers every bit of un-lazy-ness she could find within herself and shoots out of bed. Wide awake now, Tatum grabs the phone to turn it off. Even without the tune though, she continues singing the song under her breath just for kicks as she starts up her daily morning routine. ♫ so don't you call my name, I will take you down, I'm not your friend, you burned a bridge, I'll chew you up and spit you out ♫ Yep. Such a positive way to start her morning!
00000Brush teeth, comb hair, stare in mirror for a few seconds before not caring to put on make-up, then head downstairs to have cereal for breakfast. Practically every morning it's the same thing, and this one is no different. But... There is something different about today. Today, she's not going to school. Today, she's not gonna worry about having to fix the house, not until for a few weeks anyways. Giggling like an idiot in the mirror cause she's alone and doesn't care about what people think, Tatum yells out, "ROADTRIP BABY!" How convenient her parents are deep sleepers and won't mind the 5 o'clock in the morning disturbance. Her brother minds the noise though, and in the next second there is a distinct banging noise on the plaster wall to the right of her. "Shut up! People are trying to sleep at this ungodly time of the morning!" Tatum just rolls her eyes in response.
00000"Whatever you say, idiot, whatever you say..." she mumbles, then heads downstairs to pour herself a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. It takes her 15 minutes to eat (cause she just had to take a picture of her breakfast and then post it on her Instagram), another 10 to put on some clothes, and then she's out the door for an early morning workout. For a brief second, she stares at the sky, chewing on her bottom lip out of habit. Man, this would be a nice shot... My cat-Ohgawd! Mr.Simple! How could she forget to feed her cat?!
00000Tatum runs back inside with lightning speed, hurrying to find the tuxedo fuzzball who is already curled up next to its feeding bowl, waiting for it's stupid owner to feed it. "I'm so so so sorry, Mr. Simple, I swear I never meant for that to happen. Oh you poor thing." She quickly gives it food, attempting to pet it and be overly affectionate to make up for her almost-mistake. It flicks a black ear in annoyance and apparently that's that. Now she can go out the door.

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xxxxxto say ashton was not a morning person would be a large understatement. despite of his positive outlook on almost everything, he hated mornings with all his heart. he was more of a night owl and found himself having the most energy at night than any other time of the day, resulting in him staying up until way past midnight. his sleep schedule was all over the place. when it came to mornings, ashton was a mess. if he didn't get enough sleep, he'd be grumpy and would get on everyone's nerves. plus, the whole entire leaving the comfort of his own bed made him a bit more than upset. ashton was sort of like a koala, he needed over twelve hours of sleep just to feel ok. and if he didn't get the sleep he needed, it would be chaos.
xxxxxso, you could predict that ashton would not be happy waking up early to get ready for this road trip. as soon as he heard the familiar, horrid sound of an alarm emitting from his phone, he aimlessly felt around for the device. once his hand found his phone, he brought it up to his face as he switched off the alarm, making sure to not accidentally drop the phone on his face. that surprisingly happened a lot. ashton brought himself up to a sitting position as he looked around his bedroom. this would probably be the last time he saw it for a whole two months. he hopped out of bed and stumbled out of his room to the bathroom. luckily, he had showered the night before as well as packed his things. ashton turned the sink on and washed his face, brushing his teeth as well. a sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed his comb and stared at the nest of hair on top of his head. every day, he had to comb through this mess. and he wouldn't exactly define it as fun.
xxxxxonce ashton had managed to tame his hair, he headed over to his bedroom to grab his stuff. will, whose responsibility was to be the driver, would be here any minute to pick him up. ashton's responsibility was to be the one to make food for all of them. he was pretty happy with his job. he grabbed his bag, which was full of clothes and other necessities, and glanced over at the medium-sized bin full of food and other necessities he needed to cook decent meals. he didn't have the energy to make two trips to the door and back, so he laid his bag on top of the bin and carried it to the door. then, he went over to the kitchen and put a frozen eggo waffle into the toaster. a few minutes later, the waffle suddenly popped out of the toaster and poor ashton, who wasn't expecting it, let out a small yelp as he jumped in surprise. fortunately for him, nobody was awake yet so nobody saw that little moment he had. ashton grabbed his waffle and walked back over to the door, taking a seat on the bin and eating his waffle while he waited for will to arrive.