"Uh.. Yeah.. We could still go." I say, picking my PSVita up off of my bed, and sliding it into my backpack. "I don't want me telling you all of this to change our friendship. I just thought you had a right to know about me. We have been dorm mates for almost three months. And I don't see us going anywhere anytime soon." I say zipping my backpack up and sliding it onto my back. "I'm sorry if it was too much to tell you all of that." I say with a face that had a sad expression, which was rare.
"Uh.. Yeah.. We could still go." I say, picking my PSVita up off of my bed, and sliding it into my backpack. "I don't want me telling you all of this to change our friendship. I just thought you had a right to know about me. We have been dorm mates for almost three months. And I don't see us going anywhere anytime soon." I say zipping my backpack up and sliding it onto my back. "I'm sorry if it was too much to tell you all of that." I say with a face that had a sad expression, which was rare.
Lyra
"Look, it's fine... I was just shocked... I didn't imagine something like that." I still hadn't mentioned the fire that my parents died in and the remains I had to see, but I didn't want to talk about it either. "We'll leave after breakfast, okay?"
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I finally reached my room, Room 8. I was saddened to see that my last hope, of there being any computer or laptop, was false. Nevertheless, I jumped into the bed to heal my legs from the constant walking. I hated climbing stairs.
"Okay.. By the way, what time is it? Because I'm a bit hungry.." I say placing my hand on my stomach. The backpack still on my back. It seemed the backpack came with me where ever I went.
"Okay.. By the way, what time is it? Because I'm a bit hungry.." I say placing my hand on my stomach. The backpack still on my back. It seemed the backpack came with me where ever I went.
Lyra
"It's 8AM as always." I respond, trying to calm down. I start playing on the guitar again. All I want to do now is forget... It's nice she opened opened herself to me and such, but still... I don't know if our friendship will return to what it was before... But I hope so at least. I look at the clock. It was about 7:30. I sigh and start playing one of the songs I liked to play.
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I sit back down onto my bed. "You wouldn't happen to know what cosplay is. Would you?" I ask in a curious tone. I take my backpack off and begin looking through it for a specific item, being careful that in my movements, nothing falls out from being pushed up.
I sit back down onto my bed. "You wouldn't happen to know what cosplay is. Would you?" I ask in a curious tone. I take my backpack off and begin looking through it for a specific item, being careful that in my movements, nothing falls out from being pushed up.
Lyra
I lift an eyebrow. "Isn't it like... Dressing like a anime character or something?" I ask. I had heard about it before, but I hadn't realy gone in-depth about it.
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"It's dressing up as a character from anything. It's quite fun.. I used to do it all of the time. You should do it with me sometime. Next time I decide to dress up." I say putting the light smile back on my face and I return to looking like I normally do.
"It's dressing up as a character from anything. It's quite fun.. I used to do it all of the time. You should do it with me sometime. Next time I decide to dress up." I say putting the light smile back on my face and I return to looking like I normally do.
"Doesn't costumes cost like... I dunno... A lot?" I ask. I didn't want to waste like 100$ on some costume I would use once! Maybe I was far out of the price-range, but I still didn't want to waste a ridicolous amount of money on something I wouldn't use.
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"Well, what is a lot to you?" I ask curiously. "Since everyone has their own concept a lot to someone might be 50$ while a lot to another is $300." I state. "Plus I have a way to get the materials for free..." I add in..
((You guys post so often it brings a tear to my eye))
Name: Jack Carter
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Personality: Jack is that kind of man where everything he does he doesn't seem to care. While he does have a sweet spot for children he has low tolerance and a very explosive attitude when angry. Other than that he is calm and not caring most of the time.
Appearence: 6ft (around 2 meters) With black hair that comes down past his chin, longer in the back than front. He wears a beanie with him most of the time. His eyes are brown and slim. He is defined but a slim figure, wears wife beaters (usually grey) with black skinny jeans and cozy slip on shoes when inside. Outside he wears a black leather jacket.
Suggestions/questions: Ill just be there to serve breakfast for the start
"Well, what is a lot to you?" I ask curiously. "Since everyone has their own concept a lot to someone might be 50$ while a lot to another is $300." I state. "Plus I have a way to get the materials for free..." I add in..
Lyra
"Even 50$ can be a lot..." I murmule. "But maybe one day." I try to keep on smiling. I didn't want to use too much money on some costume that I'd probably use once. But, it was for her sake of curse if I decided that I wanted to do it. Yet, using money on a costume wasn't my biggest motivation.
((You guys post so often it brings a tear to my eye))
Name: Jack Carter
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Personality: Jack is that kind of man where everything he does he doesn't seem to care. While he does have a sweet spot for children he has low tolerance and a very explosive attitude when angry. Other than that he is calm and not caring most of the time.
Appearence: 6ft (around 2 meters) With black hair that comes down past his chin, longer in the back than front. He wears a beanie with him most of the time. His eyes are brown and slim. He is defined but a slim figure, wears wife beaters (usually grey) with black skinny jeans and cozy slip on shoes when inside. Outside he wears a black leather jacket.
Suggestions/questions: Ill just be there to serve breakfast for the start
Other: *sigh* pretty pretty cupcakes please?
((Accepted.))
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I laid there in my bed, my gaze never left the ceiling. The day was still dark out and I didn't bother to check the time. What does it matter anyways, the alarm is going to go off soon. It's a start of a new glorious F***ing day. Maybe I could get some sleep. My eyes drop like curtains over my eyes, and my mind starts to wonder into a fictional world. Then the alarm goes off. I was still laying down, trying to continue the dream. But the alarm sounds stirred in my chest till finally It got me up. I shot from the bed with both hands grabbing the alarm clock and pulled hard to unplug it and threw it into the wall shouting "Why does it have to be another day!". The alarm clock crack and opened up like a raw egg when it hit the wall. I sat back down in the bed and reached into a desk that was next to my bed. I pulled out a cigar and cut a bit of the end off. I took a match and slide it across my jeans which made it light. I rotated the cigar in my hand, evenly lighting it. I put in my mouth and took a puff or two, before fulling my lungs with it (You are not supposed to do that, but some people do). I slowly let the poison out of the lungs,savoring the flavor.
I got up and slipped on a black leather jacket which was a gift to me. Glancing at the clock I see the time is 5:30, time for me to go. It was only a short walk from my apartment to the orphanage, reaching in I took my keys and opened the doors to it. I stare down the hallway. What a sorry place... I'm surprised none of the kids have offed them selves by now. I reach the area before the kitchen and paced the tables of this empty prison. My hands were already cold for being outside for a few minutes. I hate this body, so weak to the everyday icy grip. I quickly went to the fire place (Can we please have a fire place, it would only make sense if it is winter out side!) And threw a 3 logs in and stuffed news papers. Took a match and slid it across me jeans, and lit the news paper. The fire place was above the ground, with its bricks that have ash and various other black marks on them. I stood there with my hands to the growing fire.
As I entered the kitchen, I took a book of mine and started reading. Most have lost track of time because a girl in a hoodie entered the building and proceeded up the stairs. Looked like she was struggling, but I was to bothered to care. 7:30 I looked around for something to make the kids, if they ever come down. I found a box of un-opened hot cereal. Pulled out a pot, filled it with water from the tap, poured some of the stuff in and stirred and waited. After a while i added brown sugar to it to make it sweet. 7:58, I leave the pot on a hot pad with bowls and spoons, Left it with brown sugar and milk, took some my self and began to eat. Half way through the meal, I strolled out side with the bowl and looked into the mail box. Should have done it a while back but didn't care to. It was a file, a report on the girl that came in. I entered back in side and sat my self down and leafed through it. Whistling as I saw some of the details.
((That was beautiful. That post. Wont be too active today. I have a lot of work to do.))
((Who were you talking to?! And I won't realy be active the rest of tonight either. I'm watching Fairy Tail, and I'm starting on my Verbal mid-term exam tomorrow.))
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((He must have been talking to me MUHAHAHAHA. I use to read fairy tale.... but I felt like it was a repeat after repeat. But whatever been bout 1-2 years since i read it, so that like another 100 chapters that I haven't read))
Name: Infinity Karisma
Age: 15
Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Quiet, shy, detached from others, but an overall sweetheart.
Bio: Five years ago, Infinity's father was killed in a severe car accident. She was an only child and didn't have any friends, so her Mom was the only person she could really rely on for comfort. Life was going pretty well until her mother was murdered by her uncle a few months ago. Ever since then, Infinity has felt so alone in the world, and won't let others get too close to her.
How long have you been in the orphanage: New
Dorm/room: 7
Likes: The sky, the stars, music, singing, the beach, and flowers.
Dislikes: Speaking to large amounts of people, bullies, making a mistake, trusting others, and being judged.
Suggestions/questions: Pretty pretty cupcakes, please?
Theme Song:
Finishing the hot cereal, I place my bowl away in the sink, and i silently stand over it. The tap was running, hitting the steal with its on going hiss. For whatever reason, I was so amused by the water, it spread into a circle, like a thin skin before momentum stopped pushing it and returned to its dull appearance. Standing over the tap, my head starts to feel heavy. Never mind that. I open the various doors that hung above my head. Gah whats behind each one is even a mystery to me. food, Spices, Junk- Haha! Meds. I take the some pills, I didn't have time to read them, what did it matter anyway? Something will happen.
I slightly stumble my way up the stairs. I'll take one of the dorms upstairs, no one should be there to bother me. My head was burning up, and my checks and ears were turning red. I was puffing air while I climbed to what felt would be the doom of me. then I came across Lana. She looked like she was in more pain than me at the moment. I fell to my knees and it made a thump, to me inaudible, she must have heard at as she looked at me. I guess I had a spurt of energy when I saw her bandage eye, coming at a weird angle and all. I spoke without thinking "Let me *Huff* Help you little *sigh* lady"
I didn't wait for a response. I picked her off her feet, and held her thing which where slung over my shoulder, and carried her like I would with a wife. Each step was hell, and my breathing became a burden. When I finally reached her floor I set her down.
((He must have been talking to me MUHAHAHAHA. I use to read fairy tale.... but I felt like it was a repeat after repeat. But whatever been bout 1-2 years since i read it, so that like another 100 chapters that I haven't read))
((She* And there's 160 episodes of the anime now.))
Name: Infinity Karisma
Age: 15
Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Quiet, shy, detached from others, but an overall sweetheart.
Bio: Five years ago, Infinity's father was killed in a severe car accident. She was an only child and didn't have any friends, so her Mom was the only person she could really rely on for comfort. Life was going pretty well until her mother was murdered by her uncle a few months ago. Ever since then, Infinity has felt so alone in the world, and won't let others get too close to her.
How long have you been in the orphanage: New
Dorm/room: 7
Likes: The sky, the stars, music, singing, the beach, and flowers.
Dislikes: Speaking to large amounts of people, bullies, making a mistake, trusting others, and being judged.
Suggestions/questions: Pretty pretty cupcakes, please?
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.c...?v=XUN9Oye5yeY[
((Gurrlll!!!!!! Accepted mah friend!!))
((I'll reply to any posts related to me later if there was any.))
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Lyra
"Look, it's fine... I was just shocked... I didn't imagine something like that." I still hadn't mentioned the fire that my parents died in and the remains I had to see, but I didn't want to talk about it either. "We'll leave after breakfast, okay?"
Lyra
"It's 8AM as always." I respond, trying to calm down. I start playing on the guitar again. All I want to do now is forget... It's nice she opened opened herself to me and such, but still... I don't know if our friendship will return to what it was before... But I hope so at least. I look at the clock. It was about 7:30. I sigh and start playing one of the songs I liked to play.
Lyra
I lift an eyebrow. "Isn't it like... Dressing like a anime character or something?" I ask. I had heard about it before, but I hadn't realy gone in-depth about it.
"Doesn't costumes cost like... I dunno... A lot?" I ask. I didn't want to waste like 100$ on some costume I would use once! Maybe I was far out of the price-range, but I still didn't want to waste a ridicolous amount of money on something I wouldn't use.
Name: Jack Carter
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Personality: Jack is that kind of man where everything he does he doesn't seem to care. While he does have a sweet spot for children he has low tolerance and a very explosive attitude when angry. Other than that he is calm and not caring most of the time.
Appearence: 6ft (around 2 meters) With black hair that comes down past his chin, longer in the back than front. He wears a beanie with him most of the time. His eyes are brown and slim. He is defined but a slim figure, wears wife beaters (usually grey) with black skinny jeans and cozy slip on shoes when inside. Outside he wears a black leather jacket.
Suggestions/questions: Ill just be there to serve breakfast for the start
Other: *sigh* pretty pretty cupcakes please?
Lyra
"Even 50$ can be a lot..." I murmule. "But maybe one day." I try to keep on smiling. I didn't want to use too much money on some costume that I'd probably use once. But, it was for her sake of curse if I decided that I wanted to do it. Yet, using money on a costume wasn't my biggest motivation.
((Accepted.))
I laid there in my bed, my gaze never left the ceiling. The day was still dark out and I didn't bother to check the time. What does it matter anyways, the alarm is going to go off soon. It's a start of a new glorious F***ing day. Maybe I could get some sleep. My eyes drop like curtains over my eyes, and my mind starts to wonder into a fictional world. Then the alarm goes off. I was still laying down, trying to continue the dream. But the alarm sounds stirred in my chest till finally It got me up. I shot from the bed with both hands grabbing the alarm clock and pulled hard to unplug it and threw it into the wall shouting "Why does it have to be another day!". The alarm clock crack and opened up like a raw egg when it hit the wall. I sat back down in the bed and reached into a desk that was next to my bed. I pulled out a cigar and cut a bit of the end off. I took a match and slide it across my jeans which made it light. I rotated the cigar in my hand, evenly lighting it. I put in my mouth and took a puff or two, before fulling my lungs with it (You are not supposed to do that, but some people do). I slowly let the poison out of the lungs,savoring the flavor.
I got up and slipped on a black leather jacket which was a gift to me. Glancing at the clock I see the time is 5:30, time for me to go. It was only a short walk from my apartment to the orphanage, reaching in I took my keys and opened the doors to it. I stare down the hallway. What a sorry place... I'm surprised none of the kids have offed them selves by now. I reach the area before the kitchen and paced the tables of this empty prison. My hands were already cold for being outside for a few minutes. I hate this body, so weak to the everyday icy grip. I quickly went to the fire place (Can we please have a fire place, it would only make sense if it is winter out side!) And threw a 3 logs in and stuffed news papers. Took a match and slid it across me jeans, and lit the news paper. The fire place was above the ground, with its bricks that have ash and various other black marks on them. I stood there with my hands to the growing fire.
As I entered the kitchen, I took a book of mine and started reading. Most have lost track of time because a girl in a hoodie entered the building and proceeded up the stairs. Looked like she was struggling, but I was to bothered to care. 7:30 I looked around for something to make the kids, if they ever come down. I found a box of un-opened hot cereal. Pulled out a pot, filled it with water from the tap, poured some of the stuff in and stirred and waited. After a while i added brown sugar to it to make it sweet. 7:58, I leave the pot on a hot pad with bowls and spoons, Left it with brown sugar and milk, took some my self and began to eat. Half way through the meal, I strolled out side with the bowl and looked into the mail box. Should have done it a while back but didn't care to. It was a file, a report on the girl that came in. I entered back in side and sat my self down and leafed through it. Whistling as I saw some of the details.
((Who were you talking to?! And I won't realy be active the rest of tonight either. I'm watching Fairy Tail, and I'm starting on my Verbal mid-term exam tomorrow.))
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet, shy, detached from others, but an overall sweetheart.
Bio: Five years ago, Infinity's father was killed in a severe car accident. She was an only child and didn't have any friends, so her Mom was the only person she could really rely on for comfort. Life was going pretty well until her mother was murdered by her uncle a few months ago. Ever since then, Infinity has felt so alone in the world, and won't let others get too close to her.
How long have you been in the orphanage: New
Dorm/room: 7
Likes: The sky, the stars, music, singing, the beach, and flowers.
Dislikes: Speaking to large amounts of people, bullies, making a mistake, trusting others, and being judged.
Suggestions/questions: Pretty pretty cupcakes, please?
Theme Song:
I slightly stumble my way up the stairs. I'll take one of the dorms upstairs, no one should be there to bother me. My head was burning up, and my checks and ears were turning red. I was puffing air while I climbed to what felt would be the doom of me. then I came across Lana. She looked like she was in more pain than me at the moment. I fell to my knees and it made a thump, to me inaudible, she must have heard at as she looked at me. I guess I had a spurt of energy when I saw her bandage eye, coming at a weird angle and all. I spoke without thinking "Let me *Huff* Help you little *sigh* lady"
I didn't wait for a response. I picked her off her feet, and held her thing which where slung over my shoulder, and carried her like I would with a wife. Each step was hell, and my breathing became a burden. When I finally reached her floor I set her down.
((She* And there's 160 episodes of the anime now.))
((Gurrlll!!!!!! Accepted mah friend!!))
((I'll reply to any posts related to me later if there was any.))