Chloe and Wise - Numero Dos

[[deleted user]]

Hey, hey, hey! ;)

[wanderer]

Hello lovely.:3

So something sort of heartwarming and uplifting? :)

Do you have any particular wants/ideas?

Also, my reply to Beau and Iris will be up sometime tonight; it was a beautiful post.c:

[[deleted user]]

Something that keeps me ahead and wanting to reply at like, midnight or something. Yes. :)

Nothing, really. I've been obsessed with best friends - boy and girl - but other than that, nothing much.

Yay! :) And aw, psht. Yours will be better. ;)

[wanderer]

My type of RP then.;)

That sounds good. I have this character I've wanting to used for ages now, but nothings gotten off the ground as yet, she's not the conventional character though. Are we doing doubles again, or singles, either way I don't mind, the charrie I want to use could be planted into either situation, so its up to you.c:

:) Not likely.c;

[[deleted user]]

Lovely. c:

Doubles sounds good to me. :)

HAHA, no. ;)

[wanderer]

Ok, so both best friend RPs, but different situations?

My girl that I want to use is sort of a get around. Somebody who doesn't have many morals when it comes to getting with guys, she'll happily be another notch in somebody's bed post; a memorable one at that. Although under the exterior she puts up is a true geeky girl at heart, not only that, but also a broken soul.

How were you thinking of making your charries?

Like, maybe we could have clichés?

So we could do;
City girl/Country boy
Popular girl/nerdy boy
Good girl/Bad boy
Quiet girl/Class clown
Bubbly girl/Socially inept boy

[[deleted user]]

Maybe we could use your girl in a romance kind of thing. Like, she's trying to get another guy as a notch on her bed post and the guy she's aiming for is kind of geeky and cute in a weird kind of way. And when she tries to get him in a relationship with her, he's kind of reluctant because he's new to the whole idea and there could be very cute moments where your girl could be teaching him how to be a proper boyfriend and aw. :)

And as for the best friends thing, I was thinking maybe they could slowly come to realization of their true feelings for each other but their parents don't approve of them going further to love each other fully in that sense because they find it awkward and believe nothing but trouble could arise from it?

[wanderer]

Yes yes. And maybe he's the first guy that ever bothers to actually ask about her and get to know her, and maybe instead they become more like friends, and he confides that he's getting these feelings for a girl(maybe meaning her, but she can't see it) and this is while she has gotten feelings for him, so upon hearing about his crush, she tries to push him away to avoid getting hurt. And then they could have this super huge argument in the rain(because it just has to be in the rain) and they end up admitting their feelings for each other and it'll just be all aw.*^_^*

Sounds good, maybe they also couldn't approve because one lives on one side of town whilst the other is on the other side. So it's like a rich and poor sort of thing, the rich parents believe that their child's love interest is a goldigger, and the poor parents don't like the idea of their child becoming snobbish and arrogant? And then we could do their first kiss and it'll be adorable.c:

[[deleted user]]

It's golden, sweetheart. :)

Yes. ^^ It could be like Romeo and Juliet, except that they know beforehand just what each one is really like. They could sneak out, go to the cinema, and do all sorts of stuff like that. I definitely think the poor parents should be of the girl's because they can probably feel more protective over her because they don't want her to be corrupted by the rich boy's ways? And the disagreement of not letting them love each other could be due to a familial disagreement. IDK.

[wanderer]

:)


That sounds perfect, and I'll be all cute and perfect and asdfghjkl. Sorry I didn't reply to this earlier in the day, I'm not on top of my posts at the moment, but all of that sounds good to me. Did you want to get started on charries? I'll warn you and say my pre-made girl is pretty detailed, but I don't mind if we just sort of do short profiles for the rest, its up to you though--whether you want detailed or not detailed, I can do either.:)

[[deleted user]]

;)

Aw, I'm glad you like it. :) And that's fine, haha. I'm fine with simple charries simply because of the fact that I'm way too deep in the gutter when it comes to homework and all that. :) But if you want to use your pre-made girl charrie, that's fine. ^^

[wanderer]

C;


I'm so sorry, I just realised how many typos there were in that post and went and corrected them, I really need sleep, haha.:3
Ok, simple is good with me, my guy and girl will definitely be up tomorrow at some point, I look forward to seeing yours.c:
I'm going to head off to bed, so goodnight.:)

[[deleted user]]

:)))

HAHA, don't worry; I gotchu. ;))
Alrighty. :)
Good night; sweet dreams! C:

[wanderer]

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Cʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ᴛᴏ Wɪsᴇʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ.|

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『 ≎ 』Saffron Camilla Mason

● (17; ♀ ) ■ 21st of September; 01:44 AM. ■
▿ Native of Perth, Austrailia.
● ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ❝ ❞
● 12th; Senior.

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contemporary ◞ latin ◞ modern ballet

➥ Born in the midst of a bitter September night, Saffron Camilla Mason was born wailing. At a healthy 7lbs her parents were thrilled at her birth. Its a wonder how things ever managed to turn out so wrong. Her mother and father were quite the wealthy pair, having built their shared company from the ground up until it had become a successful, worldwide business empire. To put it lightly the family was in possession of millions and millions of dollars. And now they had a newborn to spend it on. However it wasn't long before the family of 3 turned into a family of 4, since her mother fell pregnant right after Saffron was born, and 8 months later a bouncing baby boy,Tristan,became a part of the Mason family, a month earlier than predicted.

➥ As the years progressed, Kayla, Saffy's mother, enfouagd both of her children to take up a hobby. Whilst Tristan went for the typical choice of soccor, Sat had her heart set on dancing. Latin dancing to be exact. After searching high and low Kay managed to find a class that would allow her daughter to enter, despite her young age. And that was the moment the spark was lit and little Saffrons passion for dancing began. She excelled rapidly, and was soon taking up different types of dancing; contemporary,ballet,ballroom,Irish. All of which she quickly mastered. She was soon pulling off moves that some dancers had spent their whole lives trying to accomplish and perfect. Soon Saff was entering and winning competitions as if it were a walk in the park, her mother driving her religiously to every single one and standing on the sidelines cheering her on. Her mother was always there. It was like their special thing that they shared together, and dance was the thing that brought them closer together. So when disaster hit, Saffron was shattered.

➥ Unknown to the little girl, 4 years prior to her grand age of 10, her mother had been diagnosed with Huntingdon's disease; which would eventually lead to her impending death. Kay's symptoms were becoming more pronounced and she was deteriorating more swiftly than any of the doctors could explain. The disease was progressing and there wasn't anything that anybody was able to do about it. There was no cure for Huntingdon's, and so Saffron and her younger brother were forced to watch their mother slowly begin to fade over years, had to watch her drift away. One of the symptoms of the disease was the sufferer forgetting who they themselves were and their family. Their own mother forgot them due to the disease that plagued her body. The two siblings had to be checked for the condition, and by some miriacle they hadnt inheirted it and the doctors said it was unlikely that they would be carriers. That didn't soothe the pain of watching their mother go though. And then one day, she had just slipped away in her sleep. After 2 years of battling with accelerated symptoms Kayla had peacefully passed away leaving behind two 12 year old motherless children. It was a tough time for everybody.

➥ After her mothers death Saff wasn't quite the same. The siblings father became absent, drowning his sorrows in booze and women, gambling away the fortune he and his late wife had worked so hard for and leaving herself and Tristan to look out for themselves. This brought the two closer together and they constantly were looking out for each other. Soon Saffy took up dancing once more, and although it didn't ease the loss, getting lost in the music, in the dance itself helped her cope better. But when her father had declared when she was 15 that he was getting married, to somebody 30 years his junior no less, Saff went off the rails.

➥ She hadn't wanted to go to the party in the first place, she knew that. But she had been mad. And with a temper like hers being angry tended to lead to her doing things upon impulse without thinking it through. The party had probably been one of her worst mistakes. Saffron swore black and blue that she only had one drink. She knew she had. Her error of judgement had been taking it from a guy she hadnt even met before. Pretty soon she was sure she was drunk despite the lack of alcohol. And then everything had gone black. Flashes of men, men surrounding her, laughing faces and the sound of unbuckling belts. And then pain, ice cold pain that stabbed her as she begged for it to stop. Then it was the darkness that engulfed her once more.She had woken up in a side alley half way downtown, her dress torn and her innocence gone. Then and there she promised herself she would take that secret to the grave. She would never tell anybody of it. With a heavy heart and streaming eyes she had staggered home, and had planned never to speak of it again.

➥ However, a couple of months later and it seemed that was not to be the case. She was pregnant with one of her attackers child. At first she had planned to get the baby aborted, but the lead up to the appointment she had made was to much. She had grown attached. Saff was going to keep her child. Tristan had confronted her about it before she had had the chance to tell him. He'd been angry at first, a rare sight on her otherwise harmless little brother. But it must have been the expression on her face or the look in her eyes because soon enough she was crying on his shoulder. An unsaid explanation. He promised to stick by her side and help her. And for the first time in years a glimmer of hope sparkled in the form of the child she never knew she would want. That glimmer was stampted out soon enough.

➥She had awoken in the night with sharp abdominal cramps. At first of course she had attempted to brush it off, but soon the pain had been to much to bear and that was when she relasied; she was bleeding out. Saff managed to wake Tristan up before collapsing beside his bed and the next thing she knew she was in hospital hooked up to the machines with her little brother clasping her hand. One look had said it all. She had lost her baby. Sobs had erupted from her throat as Tris had held her. Later, she found out that the pregnancy had been ectopic, and the scar tissue she now had was severe--the chances of her ever getting pregnant again were unlikely. The simple idea destroyed Saffy altogether.

➥ So when both her and her brother were invited to join an elite school overseas a few months after the whole ordeal Saffron had accepted right away. There were to many memories in Australia and this new school would give her a reason to bury mourning the loss of her child. She could reinvent herself here. Be whoever she chose. So she chose to learn how to become unfeeling, to close off emotions that might make her vulnerable and focus on other things. Boys, being the main example. She no longer cared, to put it quite simply. She had shut down that part of herself, the part that gave a damn what others thought, what others viewed her to be. And how she was making herself feel by going through boys as if there were no tomorrow. However, with some of the money from the competitions she had won in her early dancing years Saff planted a small gravestone under a willow tree at the local cemetery in the new place she now calls home, to honour the baby she had lost, and regularly visits the place to simply...Talk. She may have hidden most of who she really is, but deep down Saffron Mason, the real Saffron Mason, is in there somewhere.

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[ғ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ]
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[ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Her Brother | Shopping | Video games | Her Pets | Dancing | Hot Chocolate | Fantasy | Comic books
[ᴅ ɪ s ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Her Father | Labellers | Bullies | Ignorence |
[s ᴛ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ʜ s ▸ Confident | Promiscuous | Sarcastic | Loyal | Opionated | Independent | Protective
[ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴇ s ▸ Lonely | Self loathing | Temper | Stubborn | Untrusting | Unforgiving |
[ғ ᴀ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ ғ ʟ ᴀ ᴡ ▸ Saffron might be a little too secretive for some people. She will often avoid talking about herself or her home life and this often causes a barrier to form between her and another person. In fact she isn't exactly close with anybody. Sure she's popular, but although she has many aquaintences and knows a lot of people she would never class any of them as 'real' friends.

[wanderer]

name//Preston Markus Scott
nickname//On the football pitch he's referred to as 'Scott' but he seems to be one of the only team members that is referred to by his first name off the pitch.

age//18

appearance//

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hair colour//A shaggy dirty blonde that he can often be seen running his hands through in disdain.
eye colour//A mesmerising teal blue.
height//6'1.
weight//160lbs. Something of a lightweight.
distinctive markings//


other//
➥Born into a family sitting on a pile of wealth, Preston's life is pretty good. His parents tried not to spoil him as a child, however with only one kid to tend to for 8 years, it was a give in the couple might have gone a bit out on the whole money thing. However, when baby Eric came into the world, things settled more and they doted on their two sons. However, thisnisnt to take away from the fact that the couple is strict, especially with their older son, and can be awfully controlling at times.
➥ Eric, Preston's little brother, was born with only one arm. Although the disability isn't a huge set back in the big scheme of things, he hates seeing his little brother getting picked on and stared at simply for something that he can't help.
➥ Preston owns two dogs;
Molly
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Lily
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➥ Preston is best friends with _________. They met at a young age and have been inseparable ever since. He couldn't imagine life without her.
➥A sufferer of Type 1 diabetes.

[[deleted user]]

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『≎』Euan Alastair Laird

● (17; ♂ ) ■ 15th of January; 1:41 AM. ■
▿ Native of Aberdeen, Scotland.
● ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ❝ I definitely don't got the ladies... ❞
● Citizen of Scotland.

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 comic books ◞ VIDEO GAMES ↙ school 

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[ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Academics, GTA 5, and Marvel.
[ᴅ ɪ s ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Sports, popular people, and his glasses.
[s ᴛ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ʜ s ▸ Knowing his comic book stuff, mathematics, and GTA 5.
[ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴇ s ▸ Athletics.
[ғ ᴀ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ ғ ʟ ᴀ ᴡ ▸ His awkwardness.



|ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴡɪsᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴇʟ.|

『≎』Heather Primrose Davins

● (18; ♀ ) ■ 14th of December; 10:34 AM. ■
▿ Native of Cambridge, United Kingdom.
● ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ❝ I've loved him for so long... ❞
● Citizen of United Kingdom.

 « ｍｉｄｄｌｅ ｃｌａｓｓ » 
 reading ◞ NATURE ↙ photographer 

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[ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Photography, indie rock, and nature.
[ᴅ ɪ s ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Chaos, procrastination, and arrogance.
[s ᴛ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ʜ s ▸ Literature and history.
[ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴇ s ▸ Mathematics and athletics.
[ғ ᴀ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ ғ ʟ ᴀ ᴡ ▸ Not being able to trust many people.

[wanderer]

You're carries are beautiful.^_^

How did you want to start this off? c:

[[deleted user]]

Aw, babe, yours are amazing. :)

And I don't really have any specific ideas but I can try. c:

So, for Euan and Saffron, maybe we could feature them at school. Euan could be hanging around with his buddies discussing about video games and Saffron could be scouring the hallways for possible prospects and her eyes could land on Euan and maybe we could proceed from there?

And maybe for Preston and Heather, we could feature them hanging out at Heather's house and they could be talking about college whilst working on their homework? And maybe we could feature them feeling sort of awkward with each other - like they could brush hands when they're heading for the eraser at the same time and they blush and all that? :P

[wanderer]

Thankies.^_^

I love both of those ideas.:D

I'm about to go to bed, so would you be willing to start? If not thats totally fine, its just it might be a while until I post.:3

[[deleted user]]

Yaaaaaaaayyyyy.

I'd prefer if you can start us off, haha. :) But I'd be happy to wait; take your time and good night, sweetheart. ^^

[wanderer]

Apologies for not having posted on this yet.;-;

I am getting g round to it, the first part is done, just need to type out the second.^^ Hopefully it should be up either tomorrow or Friday. c:

[[deleted user]]

That's fine, lovely. I've been busy, too. stalking your tumblr hehe it's perf

I apologize for not getting Beau and Iris done yet; school is making me cry buckets. Beau's post is done but I'm still working on Iris's. Also, I won't be on here on Friday since I have a choir concert to do in another city and I'm going to be gone for 8 hours. x.x However, spring break is starting on Friday, so I'm psyched! >:))

[wanderer]

Why thank you.^^ Yours is perf too, some of the photos you reblog are beautiful.c:
It's ok, take your time.:) I know the feeling, in less than a month I have three science exams coming up, so I'll probably be a lot more vacant than usual because of it. But I think I said before, I definitely want to keep going at these, so if I do happen to not appear for a couple of weeks don't take it the wrong way.:) Lucky! My Easter holidays are drawing to a close now unfortunately, I have like, 5-6 days left if freedom and then I'm back at school.;-;
Ok, that's fine.:3 I hope it all goes well with it(the choir thing) I wish I was musically inclined.xD

[[deleted user]]

You're welcome. c: Haha, not really. Yours is perfection.
I just posted, haha. :) And I understand. We're in this togethaaa. >:)))
Aiyah, I'm so sorry, mon. That really sucks.
And aha, thank you! :) And psht, you're already so good at everything else that you don't need to be talented in music. xP

[wanderer]

Ｓａｆｆｒｏｎ Ｍａｓｏｎ

After a long weekend, school was the last place I wanted to be going. Having attended the prestigious american highschool for about 3 years now, I had caught on pretty quickly that punctuality was a trait valued above all else.

A pain in my ass considering I was naturally a pretty unorganized person, and my time keeping skills were lacking to say the least.

However, fortunately today I had motive to arrive in school, my own desires driving me to get there at the very least on time. I swung into school, a spring in my step as I tossed as I strategically tossed my honey-blonde hair over my shoulder, my movements effortless as I strutted down the hall. A few of the people that liked to think of themselves as my friends flanked my sides. The truth? I knew the only reason they stuck around was for popularity, for guys. Sometimes I don't know why I tried to fool myself into thinking that they might be my friends, it was a lost cause really. Just one I really couldn't be bothered to sort out.

A sly smile played on my lips as I rounded the corner. I guess you could say I was on the search for my next victim(I wasn't privy to school gossip, that's what most of the student body referred to my um...Long list of guy acquaintances) my eyes scanned the halls in search of the next guy that would simply be another notch in my bedpost, another guy to just get over, overcome. Because I guess that's what it was about. Sex was easier than love, Right? Love got you hurt. Sex was just...Sex. Making you feel loved for that one night, and that was it. It was almost like a fix. However sick that may seem. I just couldn't stop. Its not as if I'd had any complaints.

I tapped my manicured nails against my designer jean clad thigh, pursing my lips as I did so before my eyes zeroed in on my target.

Perfect.

With a calm expression I slowly made my way toward him, my gaze unflickering as I did so, my 'friends' having dispersed to leave me to it, they were well accustomed to s certain routine by now. Raking a hand once through my hair I reached out with one hand to grab his attention and as soon as I had done so, I plastered a sultry smile across my expression. "Hey there." I made sure to bat my lashes once, twice, but not enough to overdo it, just enough to make him notice my eyes. After all, eye contact was a sure indicator that somebody was listening to you, right? "What's your name? I haven't seen you around much." I placed the tips of my fingers on his arm, walking my hand up until it rested on his shoulder. I made sure to lean forward ever so slightly as I spoke once more. "How about you come over to my place tonight and we can get to know each other a little better?" My tone was suggestive, and it was hard not to realise what I was getting at, a guy would have to be....I don't even know what, to not gather my underlying meaning.

Ｐｒｅｓｔｏｎ Ｓｃｏｔｔ

Homework was genuinely the bane of my existence.

Like every student all over the world, I supported the idea of homework being absolutely pointless, although that might just be because I was flunking math, and also the fact that I could probably have countless more productive things I could be doing right now, stuff that I would probably enjoy ten times more than what I was doing right now; staring at my page blankly in an attempt yo figure out the mystery that was numbers. My only solace in the whole stressful procdere that was homework?

Heather.

Thankfully, she had been the one to suggest that we try wade through the pile of crap together. Let's just say we weren't going to be the next big mathmeticians of the world. In fact, I'd go as far to say that she was almost as bad as I was. Together though we were managing to work out what the hell was going on(vaguely, very vaguley). I could only hope that it would be enough to get me a pass on this homework, which would then mean I would actually be scraping by in the class, instead of just failing dramatically, like I had been doing for the past term and a half.

Heather. Heather had been my best friend since god knows when. We'd met in the sandbox. I'd squashed her sandcaate and she had proceeded to then kick me in the groin when I had questioned her 'Well what are you going to do about it?' After the whole ordeal I'd never looked back. We had been best friends ever since, and I didn't ever want that to change. I mean sure, over the years we had drifted slightly, gotten interested in different things etc. But nothing had ever really parted us, and I divided my time between hanging out with the guys, and her. Sure, I'd had girlfriends as well, but it seemed to be a common occurrence that they wanted to make me choose between themselves and Heather. Heather would always come first no matter what. The last time I'd had a girlfriend though was a few months ago now. And although I kept pushing the idea to the back of my mind, I had a niggling feeling I knew why.

I just wasn't ready to accept even the possibility of it yet though.

Crinkling my nose up in disgust, I turned to study my best friend with and expression of clear confusion in my eyes. "I haven't got an idea in hell of what any of this next part says." I declared fitfully, pursing my lips. "What time does the pizza get here?" I groaned, and considering we had only ordered about 5 minutes ago--it felt like an eternity with math taking up the time--it probably wasn't going to be coming anytime soon. Glancing at the page once again, I grimanced, reaching for eraser, only to feel a warm hand beneath my own.