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Alrighty, but parts were distributed a while ago. I mean, the play is on Christmas. That's in four RP days. The cast would have already been settled and rehearsals have been going on for a while, so if you're going to be apart of the cast -- you would have already known that and been cast for the role before Winter Break even started.

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Sunday was spent doing absolutely nothing of importance. He skipped out on rehearsal, again, and consumed all of his time with bull shit. Whether it was sleeping, or eating -- TV or the Internet, he drowned himself in mundane activities until it was time for bed.

A text was sent to Grace earlier in the day, but there had been no reply. He wasn't surprised, but it was annoying. He hadn't meant to ruin everything. It felt like everything was just going to hell lately ... Romantically, at least.

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The next morning was no more exciting than Sunday's, but at least he had something to do -- and a bit more energy to do it. A shower was taken and breakfast was devoured. Then, he was forced to have a long, awkward talk with Reed about the events of Saturday. Surprisingly, it made him feel much better and enabled him to understand Grace's assumed perspective a bit better.

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❝Good Afternoon,❞ his voice was a bit louder than he meant for it to be, so he adjusted his tone and took a deep breath to calm any lingering resentment at the world before continuing. ❝Ms. Mhenjer. How are you?❞

He shifted to slide one strap of his backpack down his arm, and then the other. He placed it on box office table and then hunched over it, eyes set on Pierce. She didn't look occupied, so he assumed there wasn't anything he needed to do -- immediately.

The roads had been a bit icy, heading to Fortissimo. The thought of snow both annoyed and excited him. Annoyed, because he hated driving in it, but excited because of the romance in it. Snow, Christmas time ... Then he thought of the Lake Maer, and Mary and deflated a bit.

Okay.

This is an advanced role play. That means I'm expecting a lot more out of you than average role plays here on the site.

That being said, some of these posts are way too short and it's not necessarily the length as much as it's the fact that they hold little to no value or importance, in addition to being ridiculously short.

This is 'advanced' for a reason. Someone should be able to pop into the thread at any point in time and comprehend that more is expected of them. Something reminiscent of this:

... Is not at all up to standard. Repeated offenses will result in removal.

I shouldn't have to lay it out for you, but posts that are up to 'advanced' standard naturally have a lot more meat to them.

Thanks.

Hey, I'm assuming Pierce is there?? I'm posting as Oliver and I'm not sure where she'd be.

Okay, so even if last night was some weird hiccup for some people, the other day the site was down for quite some time [ same thing 'not found' ], and it was down for everyone [ or at least a lot of people, from what I know ]. Could these things be related?

Also, is there any known reason for the previous downtime or just the server being derp?

Attack on Titan is glorious, but it's also full of 'gore' and horror, so. Would not recommend if you're trying to avoid that.

Edit: I mean, if you'd avoid Deadman Wonderland, I would avoid Attack on Titan, lol.​

... Yo, what?

Spoiler

As for recommendations, I love horror and crazy junk so I'M NOT SURE I CAN HELP YOU THERE. Have you seen The Girl Who Leapt Through Time?

I definitely do recommend Angel Beats and Clannad tho. And Ano Hana. And Mai Hime, maybe, which is kind of Magical Girl-y. ​

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【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】​

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Suddenly it was time to go and Harley was pulling her through crowds of people, out of the mall and back to the van. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out what was happening, so she didn't bother asking and piled into the back of the van as quickly as possible.

She was feeling a bit sick and the panic from the obvious 'escape' maneuver was making it worse. Her breathing was shaky, and face pale as she strapped herself in and chewed anxiously on her bottom lip.

It seemed like only a few seconds had passed before they were off [ well, those of them who had ... made it? ], the mall disappearing quickly behind them.

"Devyn's coming, isn't she?"

Her voice was just loud enough to be heard by those around her. Her fingers curled into fists; nails biting into her palms. If Devyn was there, she wondered ... Maybe she should have stayed behind. Her legs lifted, knees bent against the back of the driver's seat.

"... Where are we going?"

It was probably a useless question, but running away seemed just as useless.
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Reopening the main thread and closing the RP to new applicants, meaning I am no longer accepting new role players. ​

Do you have Skype?

... remember google hangouts? [ HAHAHA. ]
What happened to that alternative? ​

Okay, hyuge.

@Skyheart: Available Positions.

Note: End your days before midnight my time on the fourth day. You guys should already know that, but I'm going to start deleting 'day ending' posts that come after that because they're void and confusing.

Note 2: When the new day hasn't started for a while [ like today ], I'm taking away one of the days. So, instead of 4 days for this day, it'll be 3, since clearly you guys don't need four if no one has bothered to start the day, and progression is a good thing.

So today is day 1/3.

Accepted, but please make sure he doesn't end up being a Gary-Stu perfect goody two-shoes por favor.

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Anyone can start the new day. Today is mandatory rehearsal day.

Whoever starts controls whether we start in the morning waking up or at 2pm when rehearsal starts. If you joined recently and have NOT picked your position in the musical please go back and find my 'for newcomers' link to a how that affects you.

Noelle sighed and pulled away from her laptop when she was through. She was feeling nervous and horrible, so she decided to take herself a nice, long, relaxing bath. When she was done, she moved to the kitchen and decided to start dinner so mom didn't have to. It wasn't much, because while Noelle was capable of it, she didn't really enjoy cooking. She ended up just popping some seasoned chicken into the oven, cooking up some vegetables and toasting some french bread.

Once dinner was done, she covered everything to be heated up later and left a note about it on the fridge.

It had been too long since she read a good book, she figured, so she plucked one from her bookshelf and started to read it to pass the time before she got an alert on her phone. An email. Sadly, it wasn't from Quentin. This time it was from Bryan. She had no idea where he was at the moment and the whole vibe of it irritated her.

Horrible. But what could she say? Nothing.

To-the-point but she was too drained for fluff. It sent and she slipped underneath her covers, curling up in a ball. This would be interesting.

Eventually she fell asleep.

Spoiler: Time For a Change

I N S P I R A T I O N​

> Time Skip: 9:42pm <

『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 36°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/20/2015 - 10:43AM ✖『DAY』 03.2​

They arrived at home and Bryan sped off. She wondered where he was going but didn't have the time to ask, not that she would have. Her bag was dug into for the house key, and she trudged inside as soon as the door was pushed opened.

Ms. Chambers wasn't around, and for a second that bothered her. It was better this way, maybe. No one was here, so she could unleash -- and there would be nothing to interrupt the silence.

She nearly slipped on her way to her bedroom, her shoes wet from ambling over the thin sheet of ice in the parking lot. It didn't help that tears were fogging up her vision. She felt disoriented, and internally explosive.

Ugh ...

The bag was thrown onto her bed and then she was kneeling down beside it, pulling up her mattress to hastily grab at one of the journals. Usually, she was mildly OCD about her entry placement -- but she didn't care this morning.

The book was opened and a light pink gel pen was grabbed hastily from her desk, her force knocking over the circular container it was held in and spilling the contents. Her fingers grazed over the mouse of her laptop, awakening it from 'sleep mode'. Annoying ... It didn't matter. She knelt down at her bedside again, at first, and then ended up in a more comfortable position, legs folded beneath her and back arched against the frame of the bed.

She flipped through the pages rapidly until she found a blank one, and then began to date and title as usual.

JOURNAL #?? ✿ PAGE 42 ✿ DATE - 12.20.15​

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I don't know what to do.

Everything is wrong?

I feel like there's something seriously fucked up with me, but I don't know what to do about it. It isn't something you can just ask for advice with. Like, I can't just say 'hey, someone help, I'm in love with my brother'. You can't do that, and it's not like I can tell him that either.

Weird. I can tell him that I'm pretty much responsible for the Camp 2013 deaths, but I can't tell him I love him.

It's not like I want to love him. It's really not like that.

Today, he took me out for breakfast. I was really excited about it. It felt like things would improve ... Unrealistic, but it felt like maybe this breakfast would fix things. Instead, I made it all worse. He asked me how I was feeling and I told him the truth. I told him about what I had done, too. That was an accident but it happened and he got angry.

I don't know what's wrong with me. Is it ... a mental illness?

What stops people from falling in love with their family members?

Whatever it is, I don't have it. When I think of Bryan romantically there is no disgust. I just ...

I imagine it's similar for most people who are in love with someone? I think of him and I feel ... happy. It's kind of like when you're having a horrible day at school or work, but you have something great to go home to so it makes everything so much easier to deal with. It's like that, but it's not a day, it's life.

I don't have the worst life. I know that. But I don't really feel like there's any point in me being here, either. It was different in middle and high school, but lately I just feel really purposeless. I can socialize just fine, but nothing lasts that long. All throughout elementary school I would make friends and then something would ... happen.

I never really fought with anyone, but it was just like one day we weren't so close anymore, and eventually we'd stop talking all together.

Then middle school.

High school.

People know my name, say hello. I smoked pot with a regularly crowd people in my junior year. Partied, too.

But that was it. The only person I ever really opened up and formed a deep closeness with is Bryan.

Everything went to hell somehow.

I should have stopped myself back when it started. I thought of Bryan and I getting married. It was silly, but it made me happy. Never having to be away from my big brother. Mom used to think it was cute. Then I got older and it went from just marriage to the whole build up of things. I wanted him to take me to my dances in school. I wanted him to be my first kiss. Then, years later, I started to think of him while I did ... 'things' ... and it turned into wanting him to be my first time. Somewhere romantic. Going out on dates together, having him tell me he loved me and knowing he really meant it, the way I do.

Then I just started getting angry when acquaintances of mine admitted to having a crush on him or something. I guess I became possessive. Like, I'd rather him be alone and never see him with anyone, than for him to be with someone else.

It's because I know we'll never be together. He'll never love me. He can't. He won't. I'm his sister, that's it. That's the closest we'll ever be. He'll get married, have children. He'll move along with his life and I'll just be his sister. He'll never know how I feel. He'll never understand. It's so much deeper than some stupid unrequited love shit. There is NO chance. There is NO hope for him and I. There's literally nothing. Every shred of joy he brings me is nothing but a distraction in the fuccking end because WE'LL NEVER BE ANYTHING MORE THAN THIS!! It's IMPOSSIBLE and on top of that, there is no one to talk to about it, because I'm a FREAK.

It's easy to say 'my crush doesn't love me back' boo-fucking-hoo. It's okay to confess to someone you love and be rejected. You can gain strength from that. You can move on and never have to see them again, if you want.

I can't do that ...

No matter what happens ...

I'll see him around. Around the house, until he moves out. Then, at family gatherings. Even if he went away forever, mom would have pictures of him all around. I'd see him when I looked at her, or my other family members.

He'll always be my big brother and I

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❝Fuck!❞ She threw the pen and ripped the hat she had been wearing off, her trembling fingers raking through her deep red hair. The page of her journal darkened where tears fell. ❝He d-doesn't even ...❞ The book was tossed under her bed, and she toppled forward slowly into a fetal position, burying her face into her knees with a heavy sob.

It wasn't very often that Noëlle entertained dark, abysmal thoughts. A bit more often as of late, if she thought about it ... Right now she just felt so lost and disgusting. It would be better, she thought, if she had never been born. If she never existed. It would be better for her to just go off and die somewhere! [ She didn't really think that was true, especially when she thought of what that would do to her mother ].

PING !

As she cried, her stomach began to cramp. Her arms wrapped around herself and she struggled to gain back her composure. Man, she was really ... ridiculously pathetic lately.

PING !

When she could breathe steadily enough not to trigger a panic attack, her palms pushed against the carpet and she push herself back into a sitting position. Her eyes stared forward blankly, boring into a bookcase she and Bryan had build together years ago. When was the last time she read a good book ...?

PING !

❝Oh my god ...❞ Her coarse tone cut through the silence and she stood with an irritated grumble, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand and sniffing. She crossed back over to her desk, where her laptop sat, glaring brightly at her. Her eyes squinted and back curved to take in the contents of the screen.

A webpage for a band she had been researching remained, but an annoying ad had popped up at some point, [ which was odd, she had AdStopper installed ]. The 'ping' was some kind of stupid alert.

Upon further inspection, she nearly collapsed. It was an ad for Cupid's Brew. The stupid love potion crap she had purchased two years ago. A low, husky chuckle which soon turned into full blown laughter left her lips. She had never worked up the nerve used it and then it had expired [ which was annoying ].

How funny that it would show up now!

Well, it wasn't funny. It was ridiculous.

The quieting laughter was on the verge of morphing into another crying session when Noëlle impulsively clicked the ad. The webpage was a bit sleeker than she had remembered it being. No more Comic Sans. That was a plus.

She took a seat and began to scroll through ...