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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:52 pm
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Walking from the p a s t But I don't think I've said my g o o d b y e s Sometimes I just f i n d That they keep sneaking up from b e h i n d
A n o t h e r . D a y . A t . S c h o o l .
"Hey, look, look, it’s h e r,” he whispered, pointing out to h i m a girl in his class. “S h e doesn’t say anything, no matter what you do. Everything s h e does is fun to see. Watch,” he said and caught up to h e r. He then pushed h e r and laughed before apologizing. As like his words, s h e gave him a scornful look but was silent. S h e had gotten up, like nothing, and went back on h e r way. H e watched h e r go as his friend spoke up again. “S h e ’ s in my class. S h e ’ s incredibly gloomy. I bet s h e hasn’t even had a guy yet.”
That was h e r, a very introverted girl who lived the seventeen years of h e r life without any friends. S h e only has two phone numbers in her cell phone: her part time job and home. S h e found them useless since they only betrayed h e r with their actions and words. Too many times has s h e gotten hurt before s h e sealed h e r voice away. S h e rarely talks to anyone, even h e r classmates and teachers, so s h e ends up being the focal point to many people’s insults.
The year begins in her third year as a junior in Pine Tree High School.
“If you have to cover your a** with your hands, try wearing a lower skirt.” The girls giggled to themselves, trying to pull down their skirts as they climbed the stairs. Many girls here were too slutty. H e, though very popular, disliked girls who tried very hard. H e, who had the looks, was very likeable in school by both boys and girls. H e, who kissed anyone without permission for fun because h e wanted to. H e, who has had experience in all types of relationships.
It was then h e spied a rare knee-lengthed skirt on the stairs above h i m as well. Only steps behind h e r, h e found himself curious; staring at h e r back. His friend, cheeky as he was, grinned. “Ah, it’s her.” He reached up and pulled her skirt only teasingly. He tugged on it again, thinking what a joy it’d be to see her bland face.
S h e grit her teeth, beyond irritated and turned to face the boys before side kicking him in the cheek rather hard. “Stop bugging me! Die and screw you!” Then s h e stomped off. H e, who was taken aback by getting kicked in the cheek, began to laugh. His friend was shocked. “Ah, a girl that kicks. With pink underwear.” He seemed to stare after her but then knelt down to his bud. “I’m sorry. I should’ve been the one who got kicked in the head since I was the one who pulled her skirt.” Despite his friend talking, h e could no longer hear his words. H e found h e r all too interesting to think about anything else.
Idea Courtesy of: Say I Love You Lyric Courtesy of:http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/like/whatisayandwhatimean.html
Closing up the w o u n d s I suppose it's supposed to take some more t i m e Then what do I f i n d That we've closed every door in our l i v e s
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:03 pm
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N e v e r going back and forth I'm only going f o r w a r d That's what I keep saying
R e g u l a t i o n s
You know them, hate them, abide them, and get punished when you don't follow them. End of s t o r y.
This is a one on one roleplay. Pm me with Isolation for the female role. I would like her to be quiet and independent, not emo or anything. She doesn't need to be a tomboy, in fact, she could be girly. However, it is you to decide how you'd make her and you can make her however you'll see fit. I won't reject profiles just cause they're a little different.
A mere code. Nothing special.
[align=center][size=9][color=youpickordiebytheawesomebunnies][b]If you're wondering, my name is[/b] |Character name|
[b]Oh, you thinking I'm lying to you? Well I am, it's[/b] |Username|
[b]It all started out when...[/b] |It doesn't have to be your life story. Just put a little about yourself, what you like, dislike, all that jelly. Since the situation is sort of explained here, you just have to explain a little about your character. Use your whole entire profile in FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW.|
[b]But I haven't really changed, if that's what you're asking. Wait, you're not? [/b] |Personality|
[b]Are you asking what I have in my Ipod right now?[/b] | Themesong. Up to two. If not, put TBA|
[b]Oh, and my picture? Jeesh, it's like you want to know everything.[/b] |Please put the url here. I don't want some stupid link nor do I want just the http://. I'll correct it myself if you do that. Then I'll take away all the cookies in your house :) Make it anime as well.|
[b]What else can I tell you?[/b] |Anything else? If not, you can delete this section.| [/color][/size][/align]
N e v e r going back and forth I'm o n l y going back That's what I m e a n
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:17 pm
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I t c h i n g at the scabs Only makes my t r o u b l e s run high Cause s c r a t c h i n g at my sheets Makes my bark much worse than my b i t e
C h a r a c t e r s
S h e
Tifa_Rokkuhatot_tifa If you're wondering, my name is |Leena Marie Thompson|
Oh, you thinking I'm lying to you? Well I am, it's |Tifa_Rokkuhatot_tifa|
It all started out when... |I live by myself. Both my parents are together and we hold a good relationship but their gone most the time on business. I occupy my time with book reading and drawing, I'm an avid artist and hope to someday make it a career. I also, you will never get me to admit this, like things shapes like strawberries. What I don't like, well a lot falls into this category; Annoying Girls, Perverted Boys, Unnecessary loud noises, and Animal Cruelty. I also fear water...but that's a story for another time.|
But I haven't really changed, if that's what you're asking. Wait, you're not? |Quiet, Down to Earth and not afraid to speak my mind. Others view this as being rude and cruel, their usually the ones that can't handle honesty.|
Are you asking what I have in my Ipod right now? | 1] 30 Seconds to Mars-The Kill
2] Christina Perri-Jar of Hearts|
Oh, and my picture? Jeesh, it's like you want to know everything. ||
What else can I tell you? |I own 2 goldfish and a beagle named Max|
H i m
If you're wondering, my name is | Ren Winterbourne |
Oh, you thinking I'm lying to you? Well I am, it's | Creamsicle Bunnies |
It all started out when... | I was a so-so kid in middle school. I didn’t get much attention since I was gawky and awkward. I guess my popularity came when I entered high school. I got rejected by a girl I liked in my last year of junior high so I wanted to change for the better. Even so, she still didn’t look at me but I kind of kept my image. The attention just came on like a bonus. |
But I haven't really changed, if that's what you're asking. Wait, you're not? | I’m a pretty loyal guy and I always try to be just me. I may not be the smartest nor athletic person around but I’m surely the most charismatic and charming. I tend to be a bit selfish at times but all the more generous. I get bored easily so I end up liking only interesting things. |
Are you asking what I have in my Ipod right now? | Greater Than Consequence / / Amos the Transparent |
Oh, and my picture? Jeesh, it's like you want to know everything.
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Itching for a f i g h t As your nails are r u n n i n g over my spine Cause the doors are open And they keep swirling back to my m i n d
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 12:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 11:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 8:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 10:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 11:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 12:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 2:06 pm
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Ren took a deep breath and picked himself off the wall, giving a hazy grin to Leena. She was annoyed, that he knew, yet the fact that she spoke to him, acknowledged him even spirited his motivation. “I just wanted to thank you for that kick this morning and these scrapes,” he said, revealing his palms which were reddened because he happened to land on them. He wasn’t going to tease her, Ren wasn’t that type of person, no, he merely wanted to chat. For a girl who pretty much didn’t exist on his radar, he was very much intrigued in her, interested in who she was. Ren gave a step forward, his cheery face never failing him. He gave a glance to her locker and scratched his head. “Ah, your locker looks trashed. Does that happen often?” He asked, curious yet at the time almost a tad sad at the prospect. Why must this girl suffer?
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 7:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 8:50 pm
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Ren gave a grin and followed her out, their footsteps echoing about the empty halls. She shielded herself oh so well and he knew she didn't want anythign to do with the likes of him. It only attracted him more. He walked besides her as if he belonged by her side. "It was sarcasm. It actually did hurt. A lot, actually," he admitted, never shy of being honest. "You kick hard. Where did you learn that? I'm not suprised you don't go to any clubs being with how cold you are, even now," he shrugged and went on. "I mean, isn't there any aspiration in your life?" He didn't care at all about his popularity, it only meant that he was of likeable character. Whether she liked him or not because of it he didn't care too much either. He just thought he was pretty normal. He scartched his head. "Hey, I noticed you have a phone. What's your number?" He asked, amused with himself that he actually saw her stuff the thing in her pocket.
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