Thank You, But I'll Have To Go.
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Thread Topic: Thank You, But I'll Have To Go.
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Charries?
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Yee just give me a second... ^-^
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WAIT WAIT HOW OLD ARE THEY?
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UH 17 OR OLDER
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KK THANK YOU
Might take me pretty long, I have to do something real quick, but I'll be back soon -
Okay, I will post a character as well while you do what you have to do.
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Name: Griffin Dalston
Age: I'm going to wait until I see yours.
Personality: Griffin has always been that isolated, quiet boy that no one exactly takes a chance with. He loves art and music and reading, and wishes to pursue a career in one of those categories. He hates those who put him down and has had suicidal thoughts for a few years, now. He doesn't cut, but does bruise himself and burns himself on occasions. He usually hates talking but he feels he has to, eventually.
Looks: I've got choices.
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2)
Or he can just look like Logan Lerman
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2 ^-^
Name: Shay Dalton
Age: 19 almost 20
Personality: She's usually a fun loving spirit. She could never hurt anything, and she's always there to listen to someone else's problems. She has hardly ever been depressed before and she's living the American dream. She's probably the most nice person in the world, but that can also be bad. She doesn't know how to defend herself, only her friends.
Looks:
^^but she usually wears shirts that actually cover her stomach and ripped or skinny jeans. -
Omf she's adorable
Okay 2 it is
he shall be 19, then
not it pls -
I tried to make her adorable as possible ^-^
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dammit :P
And it's night time? Right?))
Shay was sitting in the coffee shop, drinking Chi Tea while reading a book. The shop was just about empty so it was quiet except for the music playing from the speakers. She was greatly enjoying reading "The Iron Thorn," and she had gotten to a very wonderful part. Nothing could ruin that perfect moment. Not even her stupid college work. -
Good job.
Yes. :D
Griffin had had depressed nights, and he had experienced terrible nights, but that night in particular was his worst night. He had strolled aimlessly around the city, attemting to grab onto even the smallest sense of direction. His hair sat upon his hair in a complete mess, as he hadn't bothered to take the time to comb through it. His cheeks were rosy and tear-stained from the amount of time he had spent crying over the course of his walk. He scratched at his face to take the feeling on the tears away, since he always felt embarrassed and weak when he allowed himself to express his emotions in such a way. As he did so, he found himself outside of some coffee joint, his heart racing and his mind spinning with a sense of hatred for himself. Talk. That was what he needed. Someone to talk to. -
*attempting
*upon his head
*of
Typo city. -
Yee ^-^
kk P:
Though, the book was good, Shay was just about ready to throw it across the room. How could she be so stupid as to watch the creature come out of it's hiding place!? She should have ran! She took a deep breath and slammed her book shut and stuffed it in her bag. She should be heading back to the dorms anyways. She stood up, drank the last bit of her tea, and she headed outside into the night air.
The night was cool and it hit her warm skin with a nice breeze. She took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill her lungs with a sort of relief. Once she got back to the dorms she'd have a lot of homework to do. Slowly, she started walking back towards the university, not excited about the heap of work she had to do. -
that's me when i read books
The male heard footsteps and a breath of relief was emitted from a small opening of his lips. He wiped at his face another time, examining the features of the person. She was a girl, who appeared to be a lot friendlier than a lot of others in the city. Her blonde hair caught his attention, especially with the way it flowed. Sure, she was attractive, but that wasn't why he needed to talk. He shook his head, trying to formulate a plan to stop her and ask for her help. He was terrified that he might be rejected or turned away, because, well, that's how a lot of people were and he only hoped that he was making a good decision. -
Haha that's how I was like when I read the book xD
Can't help but mentally yell at them, can we? xD
Quickly, Shay realized she was walking the wrong way, so she mentally slapped herself, then turned around. She was caught off guard to see a boy though. He was around her age, dark hair, captivating eyes. His face had stains of tears though, and his hair was a rats nest. It was obvious that this boy could use some help, or at least a shoulder to cry on, but did he want her help? Would he want her help? She cleared her throat and clutched her bag tighter as she slowly walked to the boy.
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