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| BwavoBunny | Jan 3 2011, 06:04 AM Post #16 |
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I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than anyone's aunt!
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[align=center]||The Allens 1/2|| || ![]() Clint | Rose {{Harold & Jake}} 16 Years Old HAROLD: AUBREY || LIAM || CLIFF & MARIA JAKE: TEIJO || OLIVIA Harold tried not to stare at Aubrey, he really did. Forcing himself, he looked around the rest of the group he was vaguely apart of. All the other girls were beautiful too, but Aubrey? Well, she glowed. “Oh, do I? This is just... something I threw together at the last minute.” "...well good choice," he said lamely, not quite sure what the appropriate response was. “You look nice, too. Like you’re ready to walk down the red carpet.” Blood rushed to his cheeks and he gave her a lopsided grin, "Ya think so?...thanks. Jus'...somethin' I had--" Liam cut him off, coming in between the two, and started rallying everyone to head inside. If Harold had been a tougher guy, he would've just brushed it off; if he was dumber he wouldn't have even noticed the move. But, he wasn't tough or dumb, so he knew a 'don't flirt with my sister or else' when he saw one. And he knew who would win if Liam decided Harold was worth fighting; the odds were not in the ginger's favor. So stepping back, he watched was Aubrey and everyone headed after Liam. Letting out a sigh he wondered what made people follow him. Ya know...besides his good looks and charisma. “You comin’?” Smiling, he nodded, "...yeah," and trailed in after her. Once he was inside, he spotted his other siblings, thankful he had someone to talk to. Making a B-line for Cliff, he grinned, "Hey, what took ya'll so long? Dad showin' Maria more tricks or somethin?" Looking over at his sister, his smile widened, "And ain't you a purty as a bluebonnet! Nice hat too; you an' Jake could match." It was nice to have his brother and sister there; maybe they would give him enough courage to ask Aubrey to dance. And possibly distract Liam long enough for him to do so. Jake, however, was not concerned about asking anyone to dance. Not yet anyways. "The prettiest gal in the world...My mom." Laughing, Jake patted Teijo's shoulder, "No kiddin. I almost got outta the house in jeans 'fore mine caught me...an' made dad pull out this thing," he groaned motioning to his outfit. "But hey, man. You look good, too. Going to a rodeo after this?" Shoving his friend's elbow away he grinned, "Aww, shut up. Maybe I'll attract some ladyfolk in this." "Well howdy there, cowboy. Aren't you looking fine tonight?" Pointing at Olivia he smirked, "See? What'd I jus' say? Lady folk." Tipping up his hat he glanced over at the girl draped over his shoulder, "Well, lil' lady, you ain't lookin too bad yer self. 'fact I might even say ya look purty," Exaggerating his usual drawl, he winked at her then looked back at Teijo. He knew he didn't care much for Olivia, but Jake thought she was fun. Not to mention hott; and it was hard for Jake to resist a fun, hott girl. "So, what's it tah be, duckies? Dare we venture into the dance...or is there somewhere else we could cause a ruckus?"[/align] |
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| Sephiramy | Jan 3 2011, 07:27 AM Post #17 |
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Long-time Villager
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[align=center]![]() ╘═ Reagan Saunders ═╕ Parents: Celia Saunders & Unknown [size0][*cough*cough* Michael Wright] Age: 15 Tag: Open [/align] "Open the door right this instant young lady!" Celia yelled from the other side of Reagan's locked bedroom door. "I can smell the cigarette smoke all the way downstairs so don't think you can hide it from me this time!" 'Shit, shit, shit!' Reagan thought as she took one more drag on the end of her precious cigarette before tossing it into her trash can beside her bed and shoving the rest of the pack under her pillow. The poor girl didn't know why she was so addicted to the cancer sticks her mother hated so much but perhaps it was some sort of medical condition because there really wasn't any other explanation other then that. Why even when Reagan had been a young child she seemed to enjoy the smell of burning tobacco so it's not like it had been due to peer pressure from any of her classmates. Quickly, before opening the door, Reagan made sure to spray her room down with nearly an entire bottle of air freshener so by the time she had emptied the can her room smelt as if it had drowned in a meadow of nothing but wild flowers. Not exactly a room you'd want to walk into but she had no other choice to hide the fact that she had just disobeyed her mother(for the thousandth time). Deciding that pretending she had been taking a late afternoon nap was her best bet at not getting caught, Reagan messed up her hair and rubbed her eyes before slowly peeking through her door. "Did you call me Celia?" she asked trying to sound the least bit suspicious by adding a long drawn out yawn at the end. "Don't act innocent with me," her mother warned while shooting her motherly death glare in Regan's direction. "If you don't tell me the truth then you'll be staying home tonight instead of going to that silly dance of yo--" "--but mom! That's not fair!" "Then tell me the truth, damn it!" Reagan stood there knowing that she really had no way out this time. Her mother had just cursed and her mother very rarely ever cursed and now that Reagan had pushed her that far she'd definitely have a tongue lashing later on from the woman. So she might as tell her now before she dug herself into a deeper darker hole. "Okay, fine." Reagan sighed heavily and rolled her eyes while opening her door up the rest of the way and walking back over to her bed. "I was smoking, okay? You caught me! I don't see what the big deal is. Seriously. Your freaking out for no reason." Celia walked into her daughter's room her facial expression softening up a bit. "It is a big reason. Your damaging your body. Inside and out. Your young and beautiful and you also don't want to end up like..." Celia quickly ended her sentence hoping her daughter wouldn't notice. Which obviously wasn't going to happen. "End up like who mom? Him? I don't understand. What's so wrong with him?" Reagan had never met her dad before but every now and then her mother would slip up and mention all these little details about him. All she knew about her father was that he was tall and was or use to be a cop and now she just learned that the old man smoked. If only her mother would slip up with a name. Then Reagan could take matters into her own hands and find her biological father. Did he even knew she existed? ”Let‘s not do this now okay?” Celia looked at her daughter with a reassuring smile before giving her a side hug. ”Now c‘mon. You need to go get ready for that dance.” Reagan couldn’t believe her ears. Was her mother really letting her go? She had been so sure that even after finally telling the truth about her smoking habit her mother would ground her to her room for the rest of her life. ”Really?” she asked hoping that she had heard the woman right. “Really,” Celia said before standing up and walking back towards the door, ”we‘ll talk about this whole smoking ordeal later.” With that Reagan’s mother walked out of the bedroom only to quickly poke her head back in with the widest grin ever. ”I forgot.. your dad…“ ’Russell,’ Reagan silently corrected her mother. "…bought you a new dress. It‘s hanging up in your closet.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a short walk to the schoolhouse from where Reagan lived although most of the time it seemed to take forever since she was almost always alone. Every now and then she’d run into someone she knew from school then they’d walk the rest of the way together, but not tonight. That was because Reagan was late. She was always late to anything and everything. School, doctor appointments, concerts, plays and even parties put on by her own friends. Her step-dad would always bring up the stupid lame old joke saying, ”Your going to show up late to your own funeral.” Like that was even possible. No matter though. It was just one of those things, like her smoking habit, where she just couldn’t control it. Finally she reached the school and without any hesitation she walked inside hoping to see her friends right off. Strangely enough they were nowhere to be seen. Maybe it was the lighting in the room causing her sight to fail on her. Whatever the reason Reagan just shrugged it off and walked on over to an empty chair which were most likely set out for those dancer’s whose feel were tired. Well they could kiss her ass and go sit somewhere else. [size0][Yes.. I completely redid Michael's daughter.] |
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| Marie ♪ | Jan 3 2011, 07:56 AM Post #18 |
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Eating your ice cream since 1893. ...Er, 1983.
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[dohtml] <center> <font style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: 16pt; "> The Self-Proclaimed Head Hall Monitor<br> <img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/10mrbfc.jpg"><br> <b>Miletus Servius (Taft)</b></font><br> <font style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12pt; "> Son of Justinius Servius (Millard Taft) & Some Poor, Unfortunate Woman Who Is Currently Unknown <br> Age: XVI (Sixteen) Years<br> <b>Tag:</b> OPEN! =D<br> "Call me 'Miles' and you'll be headed to the clinic or the graveyard!!" </font> </center> [/dohtml] Socialising? Dancing? Har-umph. Those were for ninnies. His job was to make sure that everyone had fun within legal limits: no alcohol, keep friction dancing to a minimum, make sure there were no dangerous weapons, etc. Unfortunately, Miletus wasn't sure how well he would able to enforce that stuff. This was the first time he'd chaperoned a dance, and he hadn't been hired by the school. They'd probably be opposed to his actions, anyway; every attempt he made to run for student government had failed. Even his requests to become a full-fledged hall monitor went unanswered. So, on occasions like this, he took the initiative to act as someone in authority! ...It was extremely rare for anyone to challenge him, anyway. He'd taken weight lifting and bodybuilding very seriously from a young age; actually, he'd taken them seriously for as long as he could remember. The result was that he had become a muscle-bound strongman capable of doing just about any physical task. He's also mastered martial arts and was adept with both a sword and a bow-and-arrow. He wanted to learn how to use a gun, but his father was opposed to that kind of technology for some reason. Miletus's physical training had also led to one unusual problem: he had long looked well beyond his years. Though just sixteen, he was nearly seven feet tall and weighed over 250 pounds--all muscle, of course--so he was commonly mistaken for someone at least ten years older. He was able to get into bars quite easily, even with no identification (bartenders were usually too scared to ask him for an ID card), which...he took advantage of, heh heh. Honey-flavoured beer was his weakness. And his father, despite being a police officer, thought his son's actions were quite reasonable. Beer and wine were good for a man, after all. However! An event like this should be completely alcohol free. Although Miletus was quite capable of holding his liquor, most teens weren't. "Good evening, have fun, good evening, keep it clean." Miletus rattled off greetings as people passed him at the door. So many young ones. So many pretty girls. ...No! He couldn't think of that right now! he needed to get a career in mind before he even considered the girls! Besides, most girls thought of him as a freak, so... Maybe he'd better wait for them mature a little. Right now, the only women who really flirted with her were the ones who hung out at bars and were nearly thirty years old and not that pretty. Very creepy. And they couldn't hold their liquor, either. If he found any alcohol, he'd confiscate it and drink it later. If anyone started a fight, he'd beat up the aggressor and probably send him on a week-long trip to the clinic. Weapons? He'd keep those, too. Hmm, was this why he wasn't a hall monitor...? |
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| Ammy | Jan 3 2011, 05:27 PM Post #19 |
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[align=center] ![]() the b r e n n a n s helena tuddenham & ronan brennan age: 15 | tag: darcy / harold / miletus aubrey | liam[/align] Aubrey winced as Darcy almost blew her little cover story. How was she supposed to look cool and aloof with Darcy around to spill all her little secrets? Of course, Darcy wasn’t exactly cool or aloof herself. She was energetic and peppy, though there were times when she could take a lesson or two in tact. No harm done, she thought, tucking a ringlet of hair behind her ear. The middle Wright wasn’t her best friend (outside of Liam, of course) for nothing. She smiled briefly at her, fluffing out the dress beneath her fingertips as she was again made the focus of attention. “Thank you.” She nodded professionally, a touch of her mother brought out from deep within the young girl. Liam, for his part, waggled his eyebrow playfully and brushed off the front of his shirt. “I do, don’t I? I feel more handsome than usual, if that’s even possible.” His eyes danced with laughter, a bit of ego concealed behind an obvious joke. His sister rolled his eyes, smirking. “Dad has to dress ‘im, he tried to put on his tie by himself and almost choked himself to death.” She received a sharp elbow in the side for her words, as he hissed in her ear, “They don’t need t’know that part.” But he was still grinning, anyway. Aubrey knew just how far to push him to actually make Liam angry, and wasn’t planning on pushing those buttons tonight. She turned her attention to Harold, the corners of her lips lifting in a small grin. She touched her hand to her mouth, suppressing a giggle at the way his face lit up like a match. “Well, good choice,” she echoed, grinning. Now, Aubrey was a sharp girl, and not one to beat around the bush, either. She had seen enough girls fawn over Liam to know what it looked like when someone liked someone else, even if said someone was a boy. And even she had to admit that it was kind of cute the way his face matched his hair. Something had to be done. Aubrey gave Liam a look as he led her in, her eyes rolled backwards in their sockets, but she slowed her pace down just enough so Darcy and Harold could catch up. She watched at the redhead trailed over to his siblings, waiting until they were out of earshot before whirling to face him, forgetting Darcy was there for the moment. “What was that all about?” Her tone hushed, so as not to draw unnecessary attention. “He fancies you.” “So?” “So... I don’t like it.” Aubrey laughed bitterly. “Don’t give me that. I don’t do this to you when a girl fancies you, and at least he’s not lookin’ at me like he wants t’fuckin’ eat me like Odette does to you.” “That’s diff—” “Is it? Is it really, Liam?” She scowled, hands settling upon her hips as she glared at her twin. He faltered, rubbing the side of his cheek with a frown. “Fuuuck,” he sighed, looking away from his twin. “For once I’m the one who someone fancies, Liam. Now you know how I feel all the time. So get used to it.” Her eyebrows knitted together, careful to keep her voice low so they could be as subtle about this as possible. Liam scoffed. “Fine.” He glanced over his shoulder to see the giant that was Miletus Servius standing in the doorway. In the ensuing drama, he had hardly noticed the man as they walked in. “I’m gonna go bother Miletus. See you later.” He nodded absently to Darcy and walked off, hands in his pockets. Aubrey looked at Darcy, her expression relaxing somewhat, but the edge to her tone not entirely gone. “I can’t believe that bastard sometimes,” she sighed. Her eyes trailed after Liam, lips curved into a frown. Her stomach twinged with what she could only assume was guilt, but he needed to hear it. Didn’t he? Liam fell beside Miletus, whom he was towered over by even with the infamous Brennan height. “Evenin’ Miletus, how’s the watch going?” There was a teasing tone to his voice, knowing how seriously the boy took himself, and maybe after that little spat with Aubrey he wanted to be a little mean to someone. Not that he had anything against Miletus, other than that his name always made his tongue twist, in fact he found him kind of hilarious. His father had been working for his mother for about seventeen years now, anyway, so he had to get used to him. Mum had always spoken of Mister Servius very carefully, as if she was trying not to let any cruel words slip out. It was obvious she respected him to an extent, but there was only so much she could stand. His gaze fell to the teenaged bodies pouring into the schoolhouse. “Any troublemakers?” |
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| tearsandroses | Jan 3 2011, 10:17 PM Post #20 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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Olivia Wright, 16, Rosalina and Michael Wright Olivia felt a smirk creep onto her face as Jake complimented her, and she slunk a bit closer to him. They had talked before and she helped him skip class once. She was tactful and sneaky. She could probably be a straight A student if she applied her skills to her schoolwork. But that required effort... ...Then again, so did what she preferred doing. But that didn't matter right now. All that mattered was getting Mister Allen to herself. Away from whats-his-face for whatever reason gave her the stinkeye. She never talked to him. She barely remembered his name. It started with a T, that's basically all she remembered. "Well I was actually hoping the handsome cowboy would save a dance for me tonight." she said with a smirk as she began to walk ahead, turning around to grab his hand and lightly pull him along with her. "All that climbing out of bathroom windows to hang out with you during windows, I think I deserve one." she continued with a mischevous smirk. Ah flirting. Something she enjoyed greatly. Especially with a guy like Jake. Considering he was not only around her age, but he was attractive, and fun to be around, and came up with some damn good pranks. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ![]() Darcy Wright, 15, Rosalina and Michael Wright Darcy suddenly felt awkward as the twins began arguing with her right there. she turned her head and fooled with a strand of hair that had fallen from her updo. Once Liam left Darcy cast a sympathetic look to Aubrey. "I know, I know." she said shaking her head. "Guys suck, Aubrey. They enjoy messing with our feelings and have no problem showing their damn double standards." she said, folding her arms with a frown. "My brother and my dad do it, too. I know how you feel." she finished, pushing hair out of her face. "But...Liam's just being an overprotective brother. I mean, I get why you're pissed. But I can also kind of see where he's coming from. He probably feels the same way towards Harold that you feel towards Odette. It's not different. And Liam needs to realize that." she said, hoping she was making sense. She had her moments of wisdom. She wasn't always happy that was for sure. Like the time her brother wanted to find her a date for this so there was no chance of her going with Liam even as friends to no avail. "Are you alright? If you wanna talk I'm here. I don't want the dance to be a crappy experience for you." she said, pausing in her footsteps. |
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| Alison Summers ♪ | Jan 3 2011, 11:21 PM Post #21 |
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All Hail the Crimson King
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![]() Cosette Moore Daughter of Austin Moore & Unknown Age: 17 Tag: Open Cosette made a quick glance down the street in both directions from her hiding spot just a little ways from the main road. She had to make sure that no one was looking for her. Once she got inside among all the other kids and adults it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. She would be safe mixed in with the crowd because she could blend in, hide and most importantly have a little fun. Of course she wouldn’t put it past papa to look for her here. She had practically begged him all season to let her come to the formal so this would probably be the first place he checked but maybe she would be able to hide from him if she kept her eyes open. Why did he have to still be so protective all the time? It wasn’t like she was a little girl any more. She was seventeen and she needed friends yet she still couldn’t walk around outside without being accompanied by an adult. She was even starting to get used to being in an English speaking country which meant no awkward moments with the language barrier. She sighed. Yes, papa only wanted what was best for her, she was lucky for that, but there was such a thing as being too protective. It felt like she was being smothered which is why she had gone through considerable trouble to sneak out tonight to attend the formal. If papa wasn’t going to let her live like a normal girl her age she had to take it upon herself. You’re only young once right? Cosette took a deep breath. It looked like the coast was clear and she wanted to get inside before she missed the entire party. If she spent much more time out here waiting for the perfect moment she would never get inside. Hiking up her red ball gown around her knees in the most lady-like and dignified manner possible she quickly left the tree line to join the crowd of kids and adults still entering the school house. Hopefully a girl slipping from the forest holding her dress and joining the other party goers wouldn’t be too noticeable but this was one of her favorite dresses and a very expensive one too. If she ruined it by letting it drag along the dirty ground she wouldn’t have to wait around for her father to kill her, she would do it herself. Once inside the school house she paused for a moment off to the side to catch her breath. This was the most excitement she had seen in weeks which wasn’t surprising since papa didn’t allow her to get out that much. If she was lucky she might even be able to get away with this without her father knowing. So long as she had managed to slip out without being noticed like she thought, papa didn’t find out she was gone and she got back home without screwing up she could actually pull this off. For now though, she had better things to think about. Glancing up at the crowd she realized that she was actually here and, at least for a little while, she could finally have some fun. All she needed to do was to find someone who could show her a good time and get to partying. Pushing herself away from her corner she moved towards party looking for a place to start. ’Hello Obsidian, what do you have in store for me tonight?’ She thought with a smile as she entered the main room and joined the party. |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Jan 4 2011, 01:49 AM Post #22 |
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[align=center] ニバイ テイジョー 16歳 Teijo Nibai Age 16 Parents: Wes Nibai and Lizzy Goodman Winter 18th, Yr ?? Some time after six... Outfit Tag: Jake Allen // Reagan "Pointless endeavor" ------------------------- Jake, buddy, there were better girls to win over for fun. Teijo didn't trust Olivia. She looked so smug, clinging onto his friend like that. Why did girls act like that? They can be so...urayamashi-sō na, so envious of the pettiest of things. Sono seishitsu ni suru hitsuyō ga arimasu. Now why couldn't Teijo find nice, quiet girls? Girls that didn't want to be on top and did everything they could to get the man they wanted. Crud, Mom's soaps were rubbing off on him. Well, when you're home sick (or playing sick) there really isn't much on the TV during school hours. Better to be sick with the cows than with Mom. At least Jake was too much of a big flirt to actually care. A small amused smirk appeared on Teijo's face when Jake mentioned lady-folk, and instantly using Olivia as an example. Sure okay, but he might be giving her a lot more credit then she deserves. And tonight's events? Personally, Teijo thought he could check out the scene first before running off to do something stupid. But before he could say a word, Miss Wright spoke up first. And she was trying to kidnap his best friend! Okay, no she wasn't exactly. But it sounded more intense that way. "Teach her how to square dance, Jake" he offered, a light hearted smile replacing his earlier smirk. "Catch you later then. Tanoshi-sa o ni-nin motte" he waved off, finally heading inside. And wow or wow, he seriously went to school here? Didn't look like it! Man, they really were trying to make this all special. Good job. Now, how could he ruin it? Mister Bodybuilder was hanging around, no doubt being the teacher's dog for the night. Whatever, act casual. Walk on by like he's not even there. All is good, all is good. More kids had arrived, and even the big gang outside had decided the night was too cold for their taste. Didn't they know how to share body heat? Who else was here? Teijo slouched against a wall, merely to examine the crowd through the faint light. Nobody he knew personally. Nobody was sad yet. Cool, this might be fun after all! Wait, scratch that. There was a girl, all by her lonesome self. She looked ready to kick some serious ass, but at the same time, looked lonely. Be a gentlemen and say hi? Jake was busy keeping himself entertained, so why not? Gathering up his balls, Teijo made his way over to her, avoiding children of all ages. Okay, say something good, don't look stupid. Ready? One....two.....five! "Hey, what's up? You look a little lonely" he said to her, trying to sound as friendly as possible. Hey....she was pretty up close. Could relax a little on the perfume, but still pretty.[/align] -------------------------------- Sono seishitsu ni suru hitsuyō ga arimasu Maybe it was their nature Tanoshi-sa o ni-nin motte Have fun you two |
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| Ricochet | Jan 8 2011, 04:32 AM Post #23 |
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The Stalking Cat
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[align=center]||The Allens 1/2 || | ![]() Clint & Rose [ Cliff - Maria] 16 Years Old - 14 Years Old Tag: Harold/Open[/align] "Hey, what took ya'll so long? Dad showin' Maria more tricks or somethin? And ain't you a purty as a bluebonnet! Nice hat too; you an' Jake could match." "Yeah, he was tryin' to show butter-fingers Maria here a new technique." Cliff said to his brother with a grin, hooking a thumb towards Maria and then folding his arms over his chest, turning to see Maria's reaction, certain there was to be one. And he was not disappointed. "He says I'm a natural! ... But even natural's have to practice." Maria said, loudly at first then ending in almost a murmur, as if this were a saying she'd heard many a time. "Yes, he showed me a new technique." she confessed, a slow smile spreading across her face. Turning away from her brothers to look out at the crowd, she sighed a little, almost wishing she had stayed home and continued to practice instead of come here...other than the Tanners, she didn't really have many friends. Then with a side-long glance at her brother, she blushed. "Th-thanks... But I am not a flower!" That's mom, Maria thought with a giggle, looking to the crowd again. She'd heard their father use that nickname on her more than once, and she knew her father's nickname for Maria herself had something to do with young sprouting plants or flowers. And so, because it was father's nickname for her, she rather disliked her brothers calling her any such thing. But sometimes they did anyway, so was the lot of the big brothers and little sisters. ... But right now she was more concerned about the dance. "...At least he'll probably get to dance sometime tonight." She said, a little wistfully. Mind you, not that she completely wanted to dance. Just, if all her brothers did, she was not about to be left out! ... Or, she hoped not to be. Even if she had to make one of them walk out on the dance floor with her. |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Jan 9 2011, 03:46 AM Post #24 |
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| Alison Summers ♪ | Jan 9 2011, 05:42 AM Post #25 |
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![]() Jackson 'Jack' ??? Son of ??? and Alison Summers Age: 15 Tag: Maria Allen Jack sighed as he adjusted his bow tie. It was on too tight and he was having trouble breathing. Whoever created these things was sadistic. He looked like a monkey in this suit and it made him feel very uncomfortable. Why had mom made him dress up in this crummy old thing anyways? A better question, why had mom made him come to this dance at all? He needed to be doing something important like actually getting some practice in for the big soccer game tomorrow. It was the biggest game of the season, the finals, and if they were going to pull out a win the team needed him to be at his absolute best. He was the star, the leader, the captain. He was the one that the rest of the guys looked to bring home the trophy but here he was, stuck at the school dance, feeling very out of place, as precious preparation time slipped away. Still, there was no reason for him to sit here moping in a corner. He was here and he might as well try and enjoy himself. The problem was where to start. He took a look around the room trying to find some ray of hope in the crowd of his friends and classmates having fun around him. There were a few guys from the team here but they all seemed to be busy with dates they had brought, the Brennans, the Lesauvages, plenty of faces the Jack knew from school but they all seemed to be currently engaged as well. Sighing Jack slumped back against the wall. It looked like his options were slim. That was until his eyes fell on the Allens, specifically Maria. She looked free, well apart from being surrounded by her brothers. Of course he couldn’t even believe he was thinking about going up to talk to her. She always seemed nice in class…and she was pretty cute but then again that was exactly the problem. He didn’t even know where to start. Oh why did she have to be here to complicate things? Groaning Jack pushed himself off the wall. This was it. He was going to say something. It couldn’t be that hard. Other guys did it all the time. He just had to keep his eye on the goal, just when like he was playing soccer. He could do this he just had to figure out what to say and he needed to figure it out fast because he realized he was sudden standing right beside her. Frantically his mind searched for something to say but there was nothing. He could blow past defenders, stare down a keeper as he curled a shot into the net, but now he was going to embarrass himself because he couldn’t think of a way to start a conversation. Finally he just blurted out the first thing that came to his mind and hoped that he didn't sound like a complete loser. “umm…Hi. You’re Maria right? I…don’t know if you know me but...I’m Jack.” So yeah, talking to girls...not his thing. |
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| Marie ♪ | Jan 14 2011, 11:27 PM Post #26 |
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[dohtml] <center> <font style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: 16pt; "> <img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/10mrbfc.jpg"><br> <b>Miletus Servius (Taft)</b></font><br> <font style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12pt; "> Son of Justinius Servius (Millard Taft) & Some Poor, Unfortunate Woman Who Is Currently Unknown <br> Age: XVI (Sixteen) Years<br> <b>Tag:</b> Liam Brennan<br> "This...is so...boring." </font> </center> [/dohtml] Busy making mental notes of all who were there, Miletus hardly noticed Liam's presence at first. "Hey there, young Brennan," he said, sounding slightly distracted. "No. Nothing yet, darnit. Everyone seems pretty well-behaved right now. Some arguments but no knock-down drag-out fights. No alcohol. No fun." Maybe he should have been somewhat grateful for the peace, but... Seriously, he was bored. All social events seemed to echo the atmosphere of the island itself: there might be a few minor scuffles, but everything was generally peaceful. Now Miletus gazed down to Liam, taking a moment to take in the boy's appearance. Liam was a little younger than he, and much smaller (though still pretty tall by the standards of most), and...oh, yes, the son of Miletus's father's boss. Thankfully, Miletus thought that Liam was a pretty decent kid, so there were no problems between them. At leats, no problems from Miletus's side. Captain Brennan was a pretty cool woman, even if she wasn't nearly as cool as Miletus's father. Miletus had respect for all the Brennans, even if he had difficulty believing that a woman was fit for the position of chief of police. He'd asked his father about it several times, but Justinius had always said that he should not judge Captain Brennan on the grounds that she was a woman. After all, she was British, and many of the strongest women in the world came from the British Isles. "How's it going, Brennan?" he asked. "Seen anything suspicious yet?" Please say yes please say yes... |
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| Marie ♪ | Jan 16 2011, 12:44 AM Post #27 |
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[dohtml] <center> <font style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: 18pt; letter-spacing: 1px; ">Here Come More Cousins!</font><br> <table border="0"> <tr> <td align="middle" style=" padding-right: 20px; padding-left: 20px; "> <img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/zlrfh0.jpg"><br> <b>Kenneth ???<br> Son of ??? & Lillian Ballard<br> Age: 16</b></td> <td align="middle" style=" padding-right: 20px; padding-left: 20px; "> <img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2m5lzfb.jpg"><br> <b>Glyndell ???<br> Daughter of ??? & Vivienne Ballard<br> Age: 14 and a half</b></td> </tr> </table> <b>Tag: Kenneth--Open; Glyndell--the Fandells</b> </center> [/dohtml] Better late than never, huh? Kenneth had no idea why his parents had forced him to take his cousin to the dance with him. It was just...awkward. Then things were complicated by the fact that neither Glyndell nor Aunt Vivi had absolutely any sense of time, and, voila! The stage was set for an embarrassing scene in which he walked in very late, and accompanied by his cousin, of all people. Of course, if he'd had his way, Kenneth probably wouldn't be here at all. Social functions just weren't his cup of tea. The only reason he participated in functions like this was because his mother was a teacher and forced him to go. She often worked behind-the-scenes on such events, and was eager to see all members of the family participate. Kenneth, meanwhile, thought that reading, taking care of his dogs, or even cleaning his room would be much better than any stinking formal event. Sure, his mother had prepared some delicious treats for the dance, but he'd already sampled some at home. She had practised making them for days beforehand, so he had gotten to try all sorts of stuff! He was quite sick of them, actually. "See? There's the people. Now, go," Kenneth said, motioning to the crowd. He was perfectly fine with standing along the wall by the back door, near where that huge Glyndell, on the other hand, was all too happy to be there! Sure, she too wasn't crazy about having to come with her cousin. But that was just a small inconvenience. She looked around for anyone her age, and saw the four Fandells just standing around. "Hey!" She waved to them, though her greeting was mostly aimed toward David, Treasa and Paul, who were close to her in age. "How's it going, guys!?" |
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| Ammy | Jan 16 2011, 04:54 AM Post #28 |
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[align=center] ![]() the b r e n n a n s helena tuddenham & ronan brennan age: 15 | tag: darcy / miletus aubrey | liam[/align] Aubrey’s brow knit, her arms crossing before her chest with an unsatisfied pout. He was a bastard, a stinking bastard who deserved a good kick in the balls. He had it coming, and if it happened? She would laugh. She would laugh until she cried. She winced inwardly, regretting her violent bollock-kicking thoughts almost right after she thought them. Her eyes flickered briefly to her twin brother’s back, Sorry, Liam. Not that he could hear her, whoever said twin’s had some sort of odd telepathy was dead wrong. The closest she got to reading Liam’s thoughts were in his actions, those odd little tics you began to notice about a person when you spent too much time with them. And, as far as she was aware, Dad had never read Uncle Pat’s mind, though she supposed if anyone could it would be him. Their uncle was notoriously difficult to read. Which was probably why Aubrey found him so fascinating to talk to. She looked back to Darcy, having forgotten her friend was there again. Not that she was easy or miss or anything, but she was so wrapped up in her own world. Feeling quite selfish, Aubrey nodded, brow setting over her eyes once again. “Guys do suck,” she said, still quite bitter, but again that odd twinge of guilt settled in and she regretted her words, “I mean not all guys. Just some. Some are lovely.” Lumping all of them together like that was weird, did it include her grandfather and her dad? Were they ‘guys’ too? “Dunno what your brother’s so upset about, he spends half his time mooning over that Siobhan girl,” Aubrey remarked, eyes rolling in their sockets. “You’re telling me he’s fucking overprotective, did y’see him?” Her voice lifted with disbelief, feeling some of the rage that had just subside build and tense again. “’Least Harold’s a little subtle about it, not like Odette. Looking at my brother like he’s a piece o’ meat.” Something about that girl really ground her pipeweed. She was so emotional, and not the good kind like her dad, who would happily weep when they watched any given Pixar movie. No, no, teenage angst had set in hard in that one, every word she said, every action she made was so much driven by hormones it made Aubrey’s head spin. “I’m fine.” She wasn’t, but this was the last place she wanted to have a heart-to-heart chat. Aubrey dreaded to think who was looking at her now. She met eyes with Darcy, smiling somewhat. “Want to dance? Someone will have to break in the floor.” Her eyes lit up, sparking with a new life as she took a few steps to the central floor. Liam, for his part, was idly watching the newcomers. He greeted those who met his eye with a bright grin and the occasional wink, causing the few men who actually came with a date to draw their chosen dance partners a bit closer. This only gave the boy more reason to smile. Aubrey always said he was going to get the tar beaten out of him one day, but he’d like to see them try. He wasn’t a Brennan for nothing. Given his heritage, he liked to think he had both the fiery temper of a Fightin’ Irishman and the steel grit of an Englishman. Liam actually enjoyed a good fight, and he was sure Aubrey would too if more people were comfortable pounding a pretty white girl into the ground. He lifted he gaze to meet Miletus, still somewhat amazed by this fact. He came from a tall family, his mother topped the scale at six foot, and even she had to crane her head back to look at this man. It wasn’t human. Liam snorted, running his knuckles along his jaw like he was checking for stubble. “Shit, you’re telling me.” He smirked. “Someone’ll spike the wine and thennn we’re talkin’.” He punched Miletus playfully on one huge arm, brow raised. Liam snorted again, shaking his head a bit. “No problem here, cap’n,” he began, eyes sweeping the general premises just to be sure. Everyone here was pretty straight-lace. He tilted his head towards a troupe of white-haired kids who marched in like they owned the place. “What about them. Dyed hair, sneaky grins. Could be up t’something, aye?” He glanced over his shoulder at Aubrey, seeing her taking to the dance floor with Darcy. “Wanna go check it out?” |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Jan 16 2011, 08:15 AM Post #29 |
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[align=center]~Fabulous Fandell Cousins~![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Freddie and David Fandell, Treasa ???/Fandell, and Paul ???/Fandell Ages: 17, 15, 15, 14 (((Note: David and Treasa were born one season apart))) Parents: Lyzander Fandell and some chick, Divine Fandell and some dude, and Eberhardt Fandell and some other dude Outfits: F & D, P & T Tag(s): Glyndell "I'm the main character!" ------------------------------- So far, this party totally sucked. Freddie almost had to agree with his brother's notion about this dance. But Treasa looked happy to be here, and really didn't want to spoil everything for her. Controlling David would be a priority. Paul could handle himself, so long as David didn't recruit him for anything. The night should move quite smoothly. and hopefully Freddie could find himself a fine little thing to dance with. Even at seventeen he was pretty damn tall, finding very few kids his age that could match him in height. So all the girls appeared very short to him. Yup, totally his father's child. Lyzander is proud of his eldest, doing his best to create a Lyzander Jr. Minus the tattoo still cluttering up his skin. It was amazing how he hadn't keeled over from liver failure or skin cancer. Wasn't there a reason as to why tattoos were permanent? David....was ready to go home. And he had only been there for at least ten minutes! Being in a fancy suit thing made him feel far too sophisticated and monkey like. And knowing him, he would be sitting around watching as everyone else had a fabulous time dancing and socializing. He'd rather be at home, jamming out until the neighbors started complaining. At least he could have learned a new or two from Dad. Anything would have been fine then being here. Cause this place was boring! And there, out of the blue, came a familiar little face. Glyndell, one of those girls whose name he remembered, but didn't know all that well. Or care about in the least. "Yo, wassup?" he replied casually. Ooh, this would lead to some small talk, huh? Eck, he hated small talk. So.....where to begin? Treasa wasn't quite sure. She could ask someone to dance with her, but it seemed that most boys were already occupied. That what's happens when they arrive late: all the good boys get taken. And here she was, all dolled up for nothing. There was no way she was going to turn around and run back home. Her cousins would kill her for that! Maybe a stray, warm body would float by for her to latch onto. Yeah, that would work. A perfect plan. Like a venus fly trap, she would use her charm to lure in an unsuspecting fly, and once he got close enough, her jaws would snap close, thus completing a catch. Sadly, she wasn't a fly trap, and her chances of finding a dance partner were slowly lowering. Not that she minded Glyndell's appearance. She was a nice girl, and Treasa had spoken to her on multiple occasions. So it was only natural she would seek out a friendly face amongst the crowd. "Hello Glyndell. It's nice to see you" Treasa greeted politely. No sense in being rude. Unlike some people..... Poor little Paul was at a loss here! There were lots of pretty girls here around his age, but he didn't know who approach first! He usually looked to his cousins for this kind of guidance, but at the same time, he didn't want to ask them. He was a big boy, he can look out for himself. But being youngest wasn't going to help. Well, maybe he didn't have to dance. It was fun just showing up! And maybe some of his friends had come, he could always talk to them. Yeah, why not? Paul almost set off to do so, when a classmate of his dropped by. And he felt his young heart begin to race. Oh wow, Glyndell looked really pretty tonight. All for the dance? Girls really did like dressing up for a few hours. Huh, this was much easier than going to a girl instead. Sweet! "Hi...." he spoke, mentally cursing himself for not saying something else. Or for just getting caught up in the moment.[/align] |
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| Venom | Jan 17 2011, 04:32 PM Post #30 |
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