Post by rayne15 on May 24, 2010 5:03:42 GMT
THEODORE REMUS LUPIN !
DID YOU REMEMBER NOT TO TAKE THE WRONG ROAD?
[/font]DID YOU REMEMBER NOT TO TAKE THE WRONG ROAD?
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I'M TIRED OF BEING WHAT
YOU WANT ME TO BE. FEELING SO FAITHLESS, LOST UNDER THE SURFACE.
[/font][/center]YOU WANT ME TO BE. FEELING SO FAITHLESS, LOST UNDER THE SURFACE.
FULL NAME !
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE
EXPECTING OF ME, PUT UNDER THE PRESSURE OF WALKING IN YOUR SHOES.
[/font][/center]EXPECTING OF ME, PUT UNDER THE PRESSURE OF WALKING IN YOUR SHOES.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES !
CAN'T YOU SEE THAT YOU'RE
SMOTHERING ME? HOLDING TOO TIGHTLY, AFRAID TO LOSE CONTROL.
[/font][/center]SMOTHERING ME? HOLDING TOO TIGHTLY, AFRAID TO LOSE CONTROL.
LIKES !
BECAUSE EVERYTHING YOU
THOUGHT I WOULD BE, HAS FALLEN APART RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.
[/font][/center]THOUGHT I WOULD BE, HAS FALLEN APART RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.
FATHER !
NAME/ALIAS: rayne.
AGE: eighteen.
GENDER: female.
CONTACT INFORMATION: pm, msn.
PASSWORD: taboo.
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
It was a pleasant night for young Jeffery as he lay in his comfy bed, his dream invading his mind's thought process. His dream was of the normal kind for him. Cherry blossoms, tea cup flowers, and adventures through a real life Candyland. It was no wonder as to why Jeff had such a cute smile on his little face as he lay there. He was an adorable little boy but was living in possibly the worst place ever. All thanks to his identity theft. Could he help it that his mother had told him one thing and she had been hiding the fact that what he was doing was wrong? No. So really it was all his wonderful mother's fault as to why he was sleeping in the uniform bed of Morris facility and not the red race car bed he had back at home. He missed that bed but who wouldn't? Hell, he missed the cruddy food his mother called 'home cooking'. So what if the macaroni and cheese looked like gravy and biscuits, it was better than what he was getting here. Or so the other boys told him. Jeff wasn't mature enough to differentiate between good and bad cooking. He only knew that he enjoyed chicken tenders and Morris for some reason didn't like serving chicken tenders or any food of some similarity. Thoughts of the delicious food awoke the young fifteen year old liar from his candy-filled dream.
He yawned cutely before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He stretched as well, enjoying the slight tension in his small muscles before he got up and changed into some regular clothes. Showering wasn't something to do in the daytime. His mother always bathed him at night so showering in the daytime was weird for him. Quickly, he threw on the closest clothes he had before skipping out to go look for someone. Everett hadn't been anywhere around as of late which upset the poor boy. Everett was of course a very nice boy who played plenty of games with Jeff. A smile perked up on his cute little lips as he continued skipping down the hallway with an enthusiasm of a five year old. His thoughts remained on the other boy, wishing the strong boy was there to hold him in his arms and play that slightly painful game he called sex. Sex was officially Jeff's favorite game though it hurt like crazy. He wiggled as he skipped at the thought of how badly it hurt. Jeffers wasn't able to sit down for quite a few days after that but he had enjoyed himself despite the pain. He kept skipping as he reached the courtyard, his unknown destination, his eyes on nothing in particular as his feet did the skipping motions.
Seeing as he wasn't paying attention, it wasn't a surprise Jeffrey's feet hit someone else's feet as he skipped. He tripped, his sneakers colliding with whoever was sitting down. The young boy fell, skinning his knee, tears almost immediately coming to the corners of his eyes. He held his hurt knee, wishing Mr. Tedders, his teddy bear, or Evers was around to help him. Jeffrey sniffled gently before speaking. "I-i-i'm sowys...I di-didn't see you there..." He was trying his hardest to keep his composure and not start balling his eyes out. Hopefully, the guy he didn't know would come to his rescue and cuddle him the way Everett did. Jeff even hoped he'd get a kiss. He always felt better whenever he was kissed.
He yawned cutely before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He stretched as well, enjoying the slight tension in his small muscles before he got up and changed into some regular clothes. Showering wasn't something to do in the daytime. His mother always bathed him at night so showering in the daytime was weird for him. Quickly, he threw on the closest clothes he had before skipping out to go look for someone. Everett hadn't been anywhere around as of late which upset the poor boy. Everett was of course a very nice boy who played plenty of games with Jeff. A smile perked up on his cute little lips as he continued skipping down the hallway with an enthusiasm of a five year old. His thoughts remained on the other boy, wishing the strong boy was there to hold him in his arms and play that slightly painful game he called sex. Sex was officially Jeff's favorite game though it hurt like crazy. He wiggled as he skipped at the thought of how badly it hurt. Jeffers wasn't able to sit down for quite a few days after that but he had enjoyed himself despite the pain. He kept skipping as he reached the courtyard, his unknown destination, his eyes on nothing in particular as his feet did the skipping motions.
Seeing as he wasn't paying attention, it wasn't a surprise Jeffrey's feet hit someone else's feet as he skipped. He tripped, his sneakers colliding with whoever was sitting down. The young boy fell, skinning his knee, tears almost immediately coming to the corners of his eyes. He held his hurt knee, wishing Mr. Tedders, his teddy bear, or Evers was around to help him. Jeffrey sniffled gently before speaking. "I-i-i'm sowys...I di-didn't see you there..." He was trying his hardest to keep his composure and not start balling his eyes out. Hopefully, the guy he didn't know would come to his rescue and cuddle him the way Everett did. Jeff even hoped he'd get a kiss. He always felt better whenever he was kissed.
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY INDIGO SKIES OF CAUTION.
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