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Post by --»s t a r g e m on May 29, 2008 15:36:59 GMT -5
QUAL SCABIOUS [/font]  .x.  [/center] enter no
(silence is the blood whose flesh
is singing) silence: but unsinging. In
spectral such hugest how hush, one dead leaf stirring makes a crash [/size][/font] .friends.[/color][/font] best friend(s): we can see what no other can
childhood friend(s): tie the strands and keep the matching bracelets on
close friend(s): you’ll bail me out, and you’ll make me laugh, and I wouldn’t ask for more
good friend(s): comfort is a mutual thing
party friend(s): let me tell you I’m not sober
average friend(s): back and forth we talk about our day
trusted friend: I shall check to see you deserve this status, but for now my secrets go to you
friend(s) of the family: we get to see the way our sides act
enemy (ies) turned friend(s): and it when from fists to conversations, and we found we weren’t so different after all
friends-with-benefits: ooh, you might not be everything I dreamed of, but pleasures are pleasures
acquaintances: you just don’t know me like that, but you can try-far away (as far as alive) lies
april; and I breathe-move-and-seem some
perpetually roaming whylessness-
autumn has gone: will winter never come? [/font] .rivals. [/color][/font] hardcore: the abyss is surely a dark place; take a walk there, won’t you?
childhood hate: the pranks we played on each other were unforgettable
rivals: I think I'll bash your head in
mutual dislike: who we hate
friends turned enemies: stab me in the back
avoidance: I’ll step around you
indifference: die, yell, scream, it’s all in a day
bicker: like old couples or snotty neighbors’
love-hate: rip the petals off the flower
fake friends: beneath it we both know it’s not real
fake enemies: old habits die hard [/center] o come, terrible anonymity; enfold
phantom me with the murdering minus of cold
-open this ghost with millionary knives of wind-
scatter his nothing all over what angry skies and [/size] .love. [/color][/font] flirt: just some fun
lust: verbal foreplay, we could never win
attraction: and the looks we share
mutual crush: time to take a stand and walk up
crush on her: this is you
crush on him: this is me [must be role-played out]
past relationship: dead leaves and skeletons, we forget and move on, as the endless circle
fling: toss and tumble and get up satisfied
secret: melt into the walls, so that forbidden actions stay between the two of us
current relationship: and this is me breathing
love: this is me, this if you, and this is me breathing
future: as forecasts say it is
final: forever and a day [must be role-played]gently (very whiteness:absolute peace,
never imaginable mystery) descend[/font][/right] |
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Post by --»s t a r g e m on May 29, 2008 15:39:03 GMT -5
.females. [/color][/font][/center] .x..males. [/color][/font][/center]  .x.  Name: Clyde Taggart
Age & Year: Eighteen + Eighth
House: Confiance
Relationship(s): close friend(s): you’ll bail me out, and you’ll make me laugh, and I wouldn’t ask for more
How they became (love, friends, rivals): Even before they arrived at the academy, Qual and Clyde had met each other and immediately connected. Of course, a wall fell in between that relationship as soon as Qual got sorted into Sournois and Clyde into Confiance. To be blunt, he gave her the cold-shoulder and was irritable towards her for a full year. However, Clyde managed to get himself in a spot of trouble, and, to his surprise, it was Qual that rescued him from a week's worth of detentions. After that, the wall between them dissolved and they got to be quite close friends.
After Clyde met Simon, he seemed to be hanging around the Sournois quite a bit, so his prejudice about Qual was erased, though that didn't mean the same for all other Sournois students.
What you say about her:They say that the first impressions lasts the longest, but that wasn't quite the same with Qual. I became friends with her before school because we had a basic, simple and easy connection right from the start. Of course, then she had to go and get herself landed in Sournois, of all the places. The sorting can often reveal a lot about other people, and that idea was stuck in my mind the whole of first year. I was convinced that I'd been deceived by her somehow, that she was only pretending to be my friend. I knew how sly those Sournois could be.
However, after she came to my rescue after a spot of trouble with the Headmaster, I was forced to drop my ideas and adopt new ones. Obviously, she couldn't be as bad as I thought she was. After all, we were friends before, right? SO we could mend that and be friends again. I now know her really well, and admire her sense of ambition and determination to get to the top, for I share some of those feelings. I think that if we work together, we could reach the stars.
What she says about him: Calling the Sournois House prejudiced before his prejudices upon those from that house is the two sided track. Both are either right or wrong. People aren't the same, and hatred blooms like a flower- slow and withstanding.
It never got a chance to bloom. Once a silly kid, always a silly kid, so light-hearted and less brooding upon thunderstorms and trees, there was something likable from the start about him. I had been sorted after him, and once I got off to walk to my table there was a betrayed expression on his face, he didn't even bother to look at me nor clap. It didn't affect me, but I didn't like it either.
Enola made his first year hell, the psychopathic snake. Scaring him within the shadows, a extra hum to the music of the school, a illusion. It was, interesting. I never pretended to hate him, for being sarcastically sweet and helpful seemed to enrage him even more, and my friends and I found that that was more fun than being bitchy.
Then he got smacked around and got into trouble with the headmaster. I had been sitting in the sidelines, watching, and saw even more of his emotions as he was sent to talk with the teacher. Enola thought he pissed his pants. I thought that too.
Nonchalantly, I came to his rescue.
I haven't regretted it yet. Odd thing, really.
X.
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Name: Narcissus Ramsey
Age & Year: Seventeen && Seventh
House: Persistance
Relationship(s): good friend?, friends-with-benefits, flirt/fling, secret, soon-to-be-current-->friends-to-enemies, rivals, close friends. xD
How they became (love, friends, rivals): It all began with their first meeting in the owlry... =] I'll let you fill in the rest, Star, because I know you will. But then they begin secretly meeting, each attracted by the others pecularties, if that's what you want to call them, and they become closer and closer, until eventually they know each other too well, and the relationship implodes. They become rivals, each trying to outdo the other, negate the others complishments, until some big thing happens, one or both almost die, and the world is taken over by hippogriffs, and they become close or best friends.
What you say about her: Qual isn't what I would call normal, though I hesitate to call her something that I myself will never be considered. I was drawn to her immediately, though her enigmatic ways soon brought us closer than I had ever even imagined, and then before I knew it, everything about us was gone. It seemed forever and yesterday and tomorrow all at once. What was once the closest, deeply permeating attraction polarized and became the most deep of loathing, how lust overcame us, which I blame her for, and how in the end, in the very end, after we were slammed together again by something beyond our hands, we have become the closest of friends, and maybe more.
What she says about him:
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Post by --»s t a r g e m on May 29, 2008 15:42:06 GMT -5
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Post by Clyde Taggart on May 30, 2008 0:12:23 GMT -5
[blockquote][size=0][b]Name:[/b] Clyde Taggart
[b]Age & Year:[/b] Eighteen + Eighth
[b]House:[/b] Confiance
[b]Relationship(s):[/b]
[b]How they became (love, friends, rivals):[/b]
[blockquote]Even before they arrived at the academy, Qual and Clyde had met each other and immediately connected. Of course, a wall fell in between that relationship as soon as Qual got sorted into Sournois and Clyde into Confiance. To be blunt, he gave her the cold-shoulder and was irritable towards her for a full year. However, Clyde managed to get himself in a spot of trouble, and, to his surprise, it was Qual that rescued him from a week's worth of detentions. After that, the wall between them dissolved and they got to be quite close friends.
After Clyde met Simon, he seemed to be hanging around the Sournois quite a bit, so his prejudice about Qual was erased, though that didn't mean the same for all other Sournois students.[/blockquote]
[b]What you say about her:[/b][blockquote] They say that the first impressions lasts the longest, but that wasn't quite the same with Qual. I became friends with her before school because we had a basic, simple and easy connection right from the start. Of course, then she had to go and get herself landed in Sournois, of all the places. The sorting can often reveal a lot about other people, and that idea was stuck in my mind the whole of first year. I was convinced that I'd been deceived by her somehow, that she was only pretending to be my friend. I knew how sly those Sournois could be.
However, after she came to my rescue after a spot of trouble with the Headmaster, I was forced to drop my ideas and adopt new ones. Obviously, she couldn't be as bad as I thought she was. After all, we were friends before, right? SO we could mend that and be friends again. I now know her really well, and admire her sense of ambition and determination to get to the top, for I share some of those feelings. I think that if we work together, we could reach the stars.[/blockquote]
[/blockquote][/size]Sorry, didn't mean for it to get so long. xD I hope that's alright with you. |
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Post by --»s t a r g e m on May 30, 2008 17:21:02 GMT -5
Glee= long.
So I love it. Added. xD |
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Post by Clyde Taggart on May 30, 2008 23:00:19 GMT -5
Ooh, do you mind if I use those icons? xD Did you make them? |
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Post by --»s t a r g e m on May 30, 2008 23:19:31 GMT -5
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Post by Clyde Taggart on May 30, 2008 23:38:44 GMT -5
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Post by -->Narcissus Ramsey<-- on Jun 10, 2008 21:37:57 GMT -5
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[blockquote][size=0][b]Name:[/b] Narcissus Ramsey
[b]Age & Year:[/b] Seventeen && Seventh
[b]House:[/b] Persistance
[b]Relationship(s):[/b] good friend?, friends-with-benefits, flirt/fling, secret, soon-to-be-current-->friends-to-enemies, rivals, close friends. xD
[b]How they became (love, friends, rivals):[/b] It all began with their first meeting in the owlry... =] I'll let you fill in the rest, Star, because I know you will. But then they begin secretly meeting, each attracted by the others pecularties, if that's what you want to call them, and they become closer and closer, until eventually they know eachother too well, and the relationship implodes. They become rivals, each trying to outdo the other, negate the others complishments, until some big thing happens, one or both almost die, and the world is taken over by hippogriffs, and they become closeorbest friends.
[b]What you say about her:[/b] Qual isn't what I would call normal, though I hesitate to call her something that I myself will never be considered. I was drawn to her immediately, though her enigmatic ways soon brought us closer than I had ever even imagined, and then before I knew it, everything about us was gone. It seemed forever and yesterday and tomorrow all at once. What was once the closest, deeply permeating attraction polarized and became the most deep of loathing, how lust overcame us, which I blame her for, and how in the end, in the very end, after we were slammed together again by something beyond our hands, we have become the closest of friends, and maybe more.
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Post by --»s t a r g e m on Jun 11, 2008 12:36:05 GMT -5
-squees insanely- Added!
Can't wait to play it out. -rushes to writing- |
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