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(group member since Nov 10, 2018)
“Just friends.” He assured her. He wouldn’t even want it for himself to be anything more. Christopher has a hard time believing in love and affection and that type of stuff. If his parents didn’t have it, what made him think other people have it? So he didn’t think he would get that.
“Awesome,” he smirked, pleased with himself that he would be able to make his mother happy. “I guess I’ll text you when I’ll pick you up?” He suggested as he moved to stand, thinking maybe he should get going. He felt good about his decision, like he was doing the right thing, and of course, when he felt like he was doing the right thing, he felt happy, as annoying as the was. Sometimes, he wished he would have been a fallen angel instead because he wasn’t used to all this goody-goody behavior and feelings. “C’ya then, Mai.” He nodded his head as if to say bye before heading away. He wasn’t in the mood to play basketball anymore, but thought he could grab him a drink before his next class.
“Just friends.” He assured her. He wouldn’t even want it for himself to be anything more. Christopher has a hard time believing in love and affection and that type of stuff. If his parents didn’t have it, what made him think other people have it? So he didn’t think he would get that.
“Awesome,” he smirked, pleased with himself that he would be able to make his mother happy. “I guess I’ll text you when I’ll pick you up?” He suggested as he moved to stand, thinking maybe he should get going. He felt good about his decision, like he was doing the right thing, and of course, when he felt like he was doing the right thing, he felt happy, as annoying as the was. Sometimes, he wished he would have been a fallen angel instead because he wasn’t used to all this goody-goody behavior and feelings. “C’ya then, Mai.” He nodded his head as if to say bye before heading away. He wasn’t in the mood to play basketball anymore, but thought he could grab him a drink before his next class.
Elizabeth watched him after she spoke. She could see how angry he was, and working with the tools and seeing what was still acceptable was only getting him more frustrated. She kind of wished he wasn’t in the room, even if it meant that she would have to work all alone. Because being this close to him, and seeing how he was, if kind of scared her. But she didn’t show it.
However, when he moved closer to her, it was hard to hide the fear she felt. She backed up into the shelf behind her, but he was still too close. She could feel the anger radiating off of him, like it did with her when she’s angry and her skin would heat up. But his was different, and seeing him smirk like that made it much more frightening. She inhaled deeply when she felt him speak, his breath tickling her ear. For the first time in a while, she felt herself go cold at what he said. Wrose? Ideas of what he could be crossed her mind. When he stepped away, she looked at him and spoke of what seemed the worst to her. “A demon,” she whispered. It kind of made sense. The black eyes the last time she saw him, the way he protected himself from the fire, and his behavior.
Idk tbh. Cuz like when i think of a curse, i don’t think it would turn anyone into something as powerful, or good as that. I’ll ask the other mods
The doors to the balcony are looked on the upper portion of the venue, where the dinning area is.
The doors to the balcony are looked on the upper portion of the venue, where the dinning area is.
The doors to the balcony are looked on the upper portion of the venue, where the dinning area is.
The doors to the balcony are looked on the upper portion of the venue, where the dinning area is.
I guess that should be enough. If we see an active on, we remind them.
The doors to the balcony are looked on the upper portion of the venue, where the dinning area is.
No problem. I just don’t eantnsnykne to get mad that their characters were deleted and end up leaving the group because of it.
Perfect!
I’m still really iffy about deleting the characters. Because maybe people legit can’t access their account at the moment and so they won’t see the pm. Maybe I could hide the characters before deleting them in my it’s. Or we don’t delete them. We just delete the face claims that aren’t used yet.
Amir wouldn’t be able to do what Matteo was doing in life. He had to study mindlessly. He had to work in a business that he didn’t want to, even if it meant having his freedom stripped away from him. Because his father always told him ‘That’s how it always is’. So it meant remaining stagnant instead of moving towards his goals and aspirations. His fathers words were so drill into him, that he was starting to believe in them.
“Ha, very funny.” He said with a roll of his eyes. He gripped the strap of his bag tighter and started to descend the stairs, thinking of just storming out, because apparently, he had no use of staying here. Not when Matteo turned out to be little Einstein. “Say whatever you w-” Amir stooped talking when Matteo mentioned hooking up with some of the jocks. The topic of it just caught him off guard, and for a moment he wondered if Matteo was saying this because he knows about Amir. Panick flashed through his eyes, but he quickly hid it. Straightening his composure, he turned back to face Matteo. He was reminded that he was into guys. He looked over him, kind of seeing him differently now. “Whats that supposed to mean?” He asked him.
After setting her jacket down, she nodded and started to as he said. She started to work on what he had on the shelves, or what was left of it. As she worked, she thought to herself. His burn is better. But that’s really fast, and he still seems okay with what he saw. Why is he not reacting in the way I thought he would? Is he like me? Is he a vampire like that girl? Is he something else? Ugh. It’s killing me. Should I ask him? Should I do it later? He’s probably still pissed at me so he won’t even talk. Damn it. What do I do?
For a while, Elizabeth worked in silence as she grabbed the stuff from the shelves and examined them to see if they were still okay or not usable anymore, all the while still feeling guilty. Her fingers were dirty from any ash that was created from the fire as she rubbed at the stuff, getting a little on her white tank top. As she worked, she glanced at Ryland a few times, wondering what he was thinking, and if she should ask him. After a long debate in her head, she finally thought herself to ask. She was looking at some ink bottles when she spoke, momentarily looking up to him. “Ryland... can I ask you something?” She started off before finally stopping to look up to him. “About what I did that day.... how come you didn’t freak out? Are you.... like me?” She asked him. For a moment, the indifferent front she had on disappeared and was replaced by confusion, and maybe a little fear.
“Yeah,” he tells her when she’s asked which one he was talking about. He smirked at what she said. He wasn’t one to agree with the fact that girls had to attend with a date or else people would look at them weird and make fun of them. After living with his father, and seeing how his mother was treated at times, he wished she would leave him for a life of her own. But she always worried about being a single lady with a child, and he hated that she worried about. That was why he never agreed with why people saw women being alone as a bad thing.
“Well, at least if you go, I know that I’ll have a familiar face there.” He tells her. He thought of his talk with his mom, and how she wanted him to have a date, too. He told her he wasn’t about that stuff, and that he didn’t want to waste his time asking a girl out and everything. But he knew she really wanted him to go with someone, and he was still on the fence of whether he should go with one or not. As he stared at Mai though, the idea of going with her crossed his mind. But he was dismissing, that was until he realized how beneficial it was. He removed his arms from behind his head and leaned forward to rest them on his knees. “Hey, Mai, what if I were to be your date to the ball. I mean, you need a date, and I want to make my mom happy by taking one, so it’ll be a win-win. Nothing serious, obviously.” He was quick to add with raised hands. “Just friends, on a date?” He suggested, even though that whole thing just sounded weird. Friends. Date. He didn’t see himself say those things.
It feels sooo good to reply to everyone else and not keep them waiting. I think I got to everyone. But if I forgot someone, please tell me.
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Ian watched her, waiting to see if she would come. Almost always did they actually come, because after a while, he knew how to pick the ones that desired companionship. Whether it be a one night stand, an actual partner, or just looking to fill an empty feeling in them, they always stood out to him, and he took advantage of that. Normally he didn’t let them live to deal with the aftermath of hooking up with him, that was if he even decided to hook up with them. It always depends on his mood, and at the moment. He was just thirsty. “Hello,” he smiled once she was next to him. “What’s a pretty lady like you doing all alone here?” He asked her, his voice alluring and his eyes dark.
