『WEATHER』 BLUE SKIES, 66°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 3/14/2016 { Monday } - 10AM ✖『DAY』 01 ❝Noëlle, are you ready?❞ Ms. Chamber's tired voice called out to her from the bottom of the staircase for the third time. She tried to mask it, but the exasperation in her tone seeped through even still. ❝No.❞ ❝Hurry up now, don't make your mother wait anymore, Noë.❞ Joey was here. He had moved in with them a week after Bryan's funeral. Ms. Chambers and him were engaged now. No, they probably had been planning on getting married for a while, but they decided to tell her last month. It was through a text message. She couldn't entirely blame them, she hadn't been very cooperative as of late. She ran her tongue over her dry lips and stared at her reflection in Bryan's mirror, tangling her fingers into her thick, curly hair in an attempt at taming it. It had been a while since she left home, so this epidemic - this incurable virus - hadn't been much of an issue for her. In fact, she wished she knew how to easily contract it so that she could off herself and disguise it as an unfortunate tragedy. Occasionally Jonathan would come over, but that was about as much interaction as she needed. They wouldn't let her wear anything of Bryan's outdoors, so she had gone down to her room a bit earlier to grab something generically 'Spring'. She hoped that keeping a colorful wardrobe would keep Ms. Chamber and Joey at ease. Let them know she hadn't fallen too deeply into the depths of despair. She couldn't say she was getting better, she wasn't feeling much. ❝Coming.❞ With an unsatisfied sigh she turned away from her reflection and looked around Bryan's room for what must have been the hundredth time. They were moving. At least for a little while, until this ... epidemic was over with. Apparently Joey was good friends with some kind of government official, she didn't care to know the full situation, and they were able to get permission to leave - after some kind of test to determine that they were clean. It didn't feel fair, but who was she to say anything about it? She didn't want to go, but she didn't have a choice. It was either she get up cooperate for once or they drag her out kicking and screaming. The latter wasn't worth the energy. Not today, at least. Finally, she picked up the bag she had packed the night before. It was mostly filled with some shirts of Bryan's, and some stuffed animals she had gotten him when they were kids, but she had packed away some clothes obviously and other essential things. She didn't really care much for anything else, though. She was leaving her journals behind, too. Joey and Ms. Chambers took her appearance in the living room in with quiet appreciation. They moved to the door, casually chatting with each other about the plan for the day. She put on her shoes, and Joey fastened a mask over her nose and mouth 'just in case'. This was it. The redhead stepped outside and followed her ... parents to the car, climbing into the backseat with her bag. They'd be back, she knew, but ... Somehow, it didn't feel that way. She hated this. Noëlle pulled out her cell phone and sighed deeply. She hadn't had the heart or desire to tell Jonathan, but instead had messaged Julius to let him know her predicament. He had yet to reply, but she hoped his brother would handle the news alright. They drove for a long while and before she new it, she had fallen asleep ...
❝Noëlle, are you ready?❞ Ms. Chamber's tired voice called out to her from the bottom of the staircase for the third time. She tried to mask it, but the exasperation in her tone seeped through even still. ❝No.❞ ❝Hurry up now, don't make your mother wait anymore, Noë.❞ Joey was here. He had moved in with them a week after Bryan's funeral. Ms. Chambers and him were engaged now. No, they probably had been planning on getting married for a while, but they decided to tell her last month. It was through a text message. She couldn't entirely blame them, she hadn't been very cooperative as of late. She ran her tongue over her dry lips and stared at her reflection in Bryan's mirror, tangling her fingers into her thick, curly hair in an attempt at taming it. It had been a while since she left home, so this epidemic - this incurable virus - hadn't been much of an issue for her. In fact, she wished she knew how to easily contract it so that she could off herself and disguise it as an unfortunate tragedy. Occasionally Jonathan would come over, but that was about as much interaction as she needed. They wouldn't let her wear anything of Bryan's outdoors, so she had gone down to her room a bit earlier to grab something generically 'Spring'. She hoped that keeping a colorful wardrobe would keep Ms. Chamber and Joey at ease. Let them know she hadn't fallen too deeply into the depths of despair. She couldn't say she was getting better, she wasn't feeling much. ❝Coming.❞ With an unsatisfied sigh she turned away from her reflection and looked around Bryan's room for what must have been the hundredth time. They were moving. At least for a little while, until this ... epidemic was over with. Apparently Joey was good friends with some kind of government official, she didn't care to know the full situation, and they were able to get permission to leave - after some kind of test to determine that they were clean. It didn't feel fair, but who was she to say anything about it? She didn't want to go, but she didn't have a choice. It was either she get up cooperate for once or they drag her out kicking and screaming. The latter wasn't worth the energy. Not today, at least. Finally, she picked up the bag she had packed the night before. It was mostly filled with some shirts of Bryan's, and some stuffed animals she had gotten him when they were kids, but she had packed away some clothes obviously and other essential things. She didn't really care much for anything else, though. She was leaving her journals behind, too. Joey and Ms. Chambers took her appearance in the living room in with quiet appreciation. They moved to the door, casually chatting with each other about the plan for the day. She put on her shoes, and Joey fastened a mask over her nose and mouth 'just in case'. This was it. The redhead stepped outside and followed her ... parents to the car, climbing into the backseat with her bag. They'd be back, she knew, but ... Somehow, it didn't feel that way. She hated this. Noëlle pulled out her cell phone and sighed deeply. She hadn't had the heart or desire to tell Jonathan, but instead had messaged Julius to let him know her predicament. He had yet to reply, but she hoped his brother would handle the news alright. They drove for a long while and before she new it, she had fallen asleep ...
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ School started and things went relatively smooth for a little while. He studied as hard as he worked, and poured nearly all of his focus and energy into schooling, and of course managing his band. Everyone who had been accepted had been contacted with a congratulations and a practice schedule. They would practice once a week starting out, after school on Fridays. Despite some questionable behavioral issues, he really was a dedicated and enthusiastic worker. It also proved much more beneficial to him to pay attention to school and his band rather than to focus on anything else. Sophie was dead. Sophie, Lucas, and Bryan were dead. He was much happier now with school, music and the internet to distract him. Much happier ... Eventually that happiness was shattered, ripped apart and burned to the ground. His brief normalcy was shredded away as news of some kind of deadly virus started going around. People were getting sick and dropping dead all over the place, it was a complete epidemic! Everyone was in a panic! The strangest thing was that - apparently - you had to come into direct contact with someone - or something. The details were so vague. No one knew exactly what was going on it all sounded like guessing to him. If it wasn't airborne then what was the fuss about? Why was the entire county quarantined? How did you even get the disease? When he found out that the borders had gone up, he called his parents and brother briefly to talk about life and schooling. His parents weren't in Candlewood anymore. They were off in another state. His brother, too. They were worried about him and he couldn't really say much to put them at ease. Others acted like nothing had happened. Reed went out often, still, and his uncle continued running his business as best as he could - though it was unbearably slow most of the time. Certain times of the day were busy as normal. People still had to work and sometimes going out really couldn't be helped. But once the usual work day was over, Candlewood basically transformed into a ghost town. Store and restaurant hours were unreliable and Oliver truly hoped this whole mess would end soon. He didn't want to get sick and die. He didn't want to be trapped in Percival County for the rest of his life. Why was all of this happening? It was a load of shit. Mary checked in on him obsessively, apparently deeply regretting her decision not to visit. While she was checking on him, he was checking on Pierce and hoping she was okay - though he knew she wasn't. If only he lived alone. Then he would invite her to stay with him for a while. Realistically, he wasn't sure how that would work out. She had a mother, after all. She probably wouldn't want to leave her and her mom would probably want her near, so it was probably better this way but he felt so crummy about what had happened and how he handled the situation. Especially now ... It was funny how some death could mend relationships. Make you think twice. He had even made up with Grace! Though he would hardly consider her a best friend anymore ... He yawned, reaching for the phone on the arm of the couch he was sprawled out on. Epic Ghost Adventures: Paranormal Investigations by Your Generation [ EGA: PIBYG ] blared probably too loudly from his tinny laptop speakers and an empty granola bar wrapper crunched under his side as he shifted. To: Pierce From: Oliver Hey, how are you holding up today? A few minutes later, From: Pierce To: Oliver The same. I'm sorry. It must be annoying checking on me all the time. A hand ran through his hair in an attempt to push back overgrown bangs as his green eyes scanned over the text again and again, trying to pick up on any hints or alternative meanings to what she was saying - just in case. In the end, he just sighed and accepted it as it was. Not wanting to hound her or come across too clingy, so he took some time replying and went to the kitchen for another snack, settling back onto the couch with a bowl of cereal. To: Pierce From: Oliver It's not annoying. If you need help with homework or anything, let me know. ... I seriously hope you're taking care of yourself. I'll come over if you need me to. For now, he'd leave it at that.
School started and things went relatively smooth for a little while. He studied as hard as he worked, and poured nearly all of his focus and energy into schooling, and of course managing his band. Everyone who had been accepted had been contacted with a congratulations and a practice schedule. They would practice once a week starting out, after school on Fridays. Despite some questionable behavioral issues, he really was a dedicated and enthusiastic worker. It also proved much more beneficial to him to pay attention to school and his band rather than to focus on anything else. Sophie was dead. Sophie, Lucas, and Bryan were dead. He was much happier now with school, music and the internet to distract him. Much happier ... Eventually that happiness was shattered, ripped apart and burned to the ground. His brief normalcy was shredded away as news of some kind of deadly virus started going around. People were getting sick and dropping dead all over the place, it was a complete epidemic! Everyone was in a panic! The strangest thing was that - apparently - you had to come into direct contact with someone - or something. The details were so vague. No one knew exactly what was going on it all sounded like guessing to him. If it wasn't airborne then what was the fuss about? Why was the entire county quarantined? How did you even get the disease? When he found out that the borders had gone up, he called his parents and brother briefly to talk about life and schooling. His parents weren't in Candlewood anymore. They were off in another state. His brother, too. They were worried about him and he couldn't really say much to put them at ease. Others acted like nothing had happened. Reed went out often, still, and his uncle continued running his business as best as he could - though it was unbearably slow most of the time. Certain times of the day were busy as normal. People still had to work and sometimes going out really couldn't be helped. But once the usual work day was over, Candlewood basically transformed into a ghost town. Store and restaurant hours were unreliable and Oliver truly hoped this whole mess would end soon. He didn't want to get sick and die. He didn't want to be trapped in Percival County for the rest of his life. Why was all of this happening? It was a load of shit. Mary checked in on him obsessively, apparently deeply regretting her decision not to visit. While she was checking on him, he was checking on Pierce and hoping she was okay - though he knew she wasn't. If only he lived alone. Then he would invite her to stay with him for a while. Realistically, he wasn't sure how that would work out. She had a mother, after all. She probably wouldn't want to leave her and her mom would probably want her near, so it was probably better this way but he felt so crummy about what had happened and how he handled the situation. Especially now ... It was funny how some death could mend relationships. Make you think twice. He had even made up with Grace! Though he would hardly consider her a best friend anymore ... He yawned, reaching for the phone on the arm of the couch he was sprawled out on. Epic Ghost Adventures: Paranormal Investigations by Your Generation [ EGA: PIBYG ] blared probably too loudly from his tinny laptop speakers and an empty granola bar wrapper crunched under his side as he shifted.
http://kh-vids.net/threads/❥▐-cupids-brew.138675/page-140#post-4109075 Day 1 / 5. Go about things as if it's a normal day. Not sure how long it'll stay that way but ... This is your only chance to be normal until something maybe changes. But pfff, I wouldn't do anything drastic on the first day of the new arc lol.
Spoiler: x ♥♥♥♥H E L L O ♥♥ T O ♥♥ S P R I N G ♥♥ ! ♥♥♥♥It's only been a couple of months since the deaths of your peers. Death is always a difficult thing to process, especially the deaths of those so close to your social circle but you find yourself managing relatively alright. You go back to school and try your best to focus on what needs to be done. Time heals all wounds, and you've been told by school counselors that you have all of the time you need to recover from the events of winter break. ... Unfortunately, that's not entirely true. On February 16th, news reports of a strange flu-like virus spreading around Percival County surfaced. There was nothing unusual about it, really ... until people started dying from it. A lot of people. Okay, I'll be straight with you, everyone who is diagnosed with it drops dead. It's only been a month since then, and not much is known about the virus. Where did it come from? Why Percival? What is it? How do you cure it? With more questions than answers floating about and panic rising, Percival County has been placed under strict quarantine. No one gets in or out without official permission or request from the Government. Borders have been placed around the county and traveling even throughout the cities has become tedious. The buses, taxis and trains have been ordered to shut down for the time being and everyone has been asked to stay indoors whenever they can. When going out, it is suggested that you wear a mask and gloves and protect yourself as best as possible. All that's known about the disease is that it's fatal, and that it doesn't seem to be airborne. There doesn't seem to be a way, yet, to tell who has been infected. Even a mild cold is being treated as a worst case scenario and those in question of being sick have been put in isolation in the hospitals. You're required to report anyone you deem ill. Fortissimo is one of the many schools in the county to temporarily replace physical classes with online ones. All work is to be done at home and turned in online. With that aside, everything is relatively normal. You do your best to continue on with your life, while keeping an ear out for any more news. Hopefully things end up alright. The adults in your life try and reassure you that everything will be fine and to not to worry about it. Everything will be fine. :) 『WEATHER』 BLUE SKIES, 66°! ✖ 『DATE & TIME』 3/14/2016 { Monday } - 10AM ✖ 『DAY』 01
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It would have been nice to have an option for adoption + conception. I'm open to both. I would like the experience of ~ making a baby ~ even though it sounds kind of terrifying but also think that adoption is an A+ option. I wouldn't mind having one of my own and adopting however many other ones. I used to want to be a mother without a doubt but then I realized I'm a terribly unstable person and that dream was kind of tucked away. As I am now, a baby isn't an option, but I intend to learn and grow as a human being and when I feel like I'm a better person and can give that child / those children the best I can give, I would really - above everything else - like to be a mother and a wife / lover to someone and have a family. I think family is the most important thing ever whether it's by blood or bonds you forge with others and I've just always wanted my own. Having a child isn't just about me, it's about whoever I'm having that child with and the life we've created together for ourselves and eventually for our kids. Assuming everything goes alright, I don't expect to shoulder the responsibility of a child alone and it doesn't scare me to go through the ~ magical adventure ~ of raising a child in a union with someone else who loves me and the child as much as I love them both. I don't plan to be impulsive or irresponsible about that. I think that raising children with someone you're in love with must be one of the most fulfilling things ever. Even if I don't become Beyonce in the world, if I'm able to have a child with someone I love and raise that child to adulthood+ with them, that's more than enough. If I don't ever reach that point of feeling stable and ready enough then I wouldn't have a child. If whoever I was with wasn't ready to have a child, we wouldn't until they were. [ Though whoever I was with for the long run would preferably want kids, I don't see myself ending up with anyone who didn't have the same / similar views on the importance family / wanting their own. ] But yeah I'm not going to force it if the time isn't right and it's not like I'm 50 or something, I've got a lot of time to figure things out and a lot of growing up and experiences to have before throwing a baby into the mix.
Accepted, MoK! Will accept once you edit your CS, HoT. New rules added because I guess they're needed ...
Thanks. Will accept you once you edit in a crush.
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#janitorcloset
The days move forward in a blur. Even with the recent deaths, Oliver found it fair to continue to move forward and post up the results of the band auditions. They are as follows; Oliver - band manager / guitar Dennis - drums Natalie - bass Estelle - piano / keyboard NPC - vocals *After the funeral reception, Torvald went overseas for the year for ~reasons~ and returned a few days before spring vacation. The last time he was seen before his overseas trip was apparently after getting a call from the old medical school ... *Fatime successfully heals her injury, becomes even more quiet, only noticing Julius in the hallway more than anything, but has become famous/infamous for anonymously leaving tiny notes all over fortissimo academy encouraging people and hopefully brightening their day. Makes a resolution in the beginning of March, a quarter of a year past Lucas' death, to make a greater effort to reach out to people. Despite Noëlle's wishes to be alone [ forever ], Jonathan continues to make an effort to visit her and keep an eye on her. They become much closer as a result. { || The End }of this arc, lol herka
Today is the last day, kiddo. 8)
Yeah, I know sometimes it seems like the world is full of ****** people but they're just louder than the rest. When it comes down to it, there are...
❥Full Name: ( Ava May Thompson ! ) ❥Appearance: ( Cheese ! ) ❀ ❥Age: ( I am seventeen, going on eighteen ~ ♪ - that doesn't really sound right. ) ❥Likes: ( I like a lot of things, I guess? Mostly reading with a cup of tea, coffee or hot chocolate. I really love lazing around and being cozy, too. ♥ My favorite season is Spring and - uh. I guess I really like to study and learning new things. [ Yes, I suppose that means I enjoy school. Don't tease me about it or I'll gut you. ] ) ❥Dislikes: ( That's a hard question. I mean, usually when I come into contact with something I'm not fond of I just move on and avoid it in the future. No need to dwell on it or add it to some ever-growing list of 'dislikes'. If I have to pick, I suppose I get rather annoyed with certain types of people. Incompetency is a big turn off. So are people with extremely low amounts of confidence. Unreliability is a major one too, I think. ) ❥Weaknesses/Fears: ( Such a personal question ... Let's see ! I think I have trouble reading people sometimes. Specifically with people who keep things to themselves often. I have no idea what you're feeling if you don't tell me ! I've been told I have a short temper, and I have little restraint when expressing myself - which has gotten me into worlds of trouble in the past ... Hmm ... I have a fear of the unknown. If I can't easily calculate an outcome it just - ugh, it's just so annoying ! At times, I think I have the habit of over-simplifying humans ... As if everyone should be a certain way? I don't know if that makes sense, but I think you could call it - in it's most extreme form - dehumanization. I'm easily able to detach myself, in most cases. Maybe that's a good thing but I think it hurts people sometimes and it probably hurts myself, too. I'm also pretty verbose if you can't tell. ) ❥Strengths/Talents: ( I like this question better. I'm great with organization, and presenting myself. I've got a strong sense of leadership and I find it easy to adjust to new surroundings and circumstances. I consider myself a jack of all trades ... sort of. It's not hard for me to learn a new skill or talent once I research it and dedicate some practice time to it. I think I'm pretty decent at most things, though I guess that sounds conceited. The two best things are adaptability and leadership. Yeah. Let's go with those. ) ❥Personality: ( Confident, fiery, rational and just a tiny bit pretentious - I guess. I suppose I can be aggressive or, uh, sassy at times, if you push me. But I'm a friendly person until I feel you don't deserve it. Sometimes I can be a bit of a tease, when I'm comfortable enough with you. I guess I mean that in a playful way and also sexually? But I don't usually mean anything by it, in any case. ... Usually. ) ❥Sexuality: ( Heterosexual. I've been curious at times but I don't think much will come of that. Most people have those moments, growing up. ) ❥Favorite Color: ( #b54141. ) ❥Instrument(s): ( ... Flute, primarily. Basically everything else common on the side, including vocals - though my range is really limited. I should practice more ... ) ❥Crush?: ( Ah, sorry, that's really none of your business. ) [ Feall Isbrea ]. ❥Cupid's Brew?: ( Should you really be asking about something like that? )[ Yes. ].
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At least throw something I like, like Skittles. [/comforts] Shh, the world isn't all bad. Things will get better. If you need me, message me -...
Also a note for those of you who haven't started yet - rapping to the original is fine and preferable in this case considering the instrumental is kind of confusing. It's not going to be that difficult to time because it's just ... talking [/slaughtered by rap fans] but still.
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Hi! I'm extending the deadline to September 21st. If any of you who haven't started yet would like to take another line or two, please do! I ... uh ... really don't want to rap a large portion of the Fresh Prince by myself. I NEED RENDERS FROM YOU NEWCOMERS DESU.
Your weebslang intake should be much higher.
It doesn't count unless you eat better, though, so. 。◕‿◕。