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At 2:26pm on January 1, 2014, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…

Fionn licked over his lips as he listened to Sebastian. His eyes twinkled with delight at the cocky attitude the boy seemed to have. "I'd love to, darling." He purred, his accent dancing off of his tongue with magnificent grace. He smirked softly as he watched the other sit down, and looked back to see the teacher coming down the hallway. He sighed, pulling himself into a desk diagonal to Mr. Smythe. He sat, back straight, eyes forward, pencil in hand, flicking between his fingertips as he left leg bounced up and down, creating a slight vibration around the area. He bit at his lip as the teacher started to talk, Fionn desperately trying to focus, but unable. He had never been good at English 4. Being junior in high school, and moving from Ireland to the United States had taken it's toll on the young Irish lad. He licked over his bottom lip, looking over what was written on the board. He couldn't wait for class to be over.

As the bell rang he let out a sigh of relief. He packed up his things and stepped out of the room, ignoring everyone. Fionn had never been one to make friends, and he certainly knew it would be impossible for someone who sounded like he did to find someone worth his time. He stepped into the hallway, men clattering down the hallway, grabbing things from their lockers and stepping into conversations with eachother. He didn't budge, walking. Making his way to his locker was easy. No one else had a locker around him, so he didn't have to wait for a good-looking fella to get his stuff and glare at him. He just opened the dark colored door, and pushed his stuff into it before grabbing more, and making his way upstairs to the next class he had. Human Phys. He wanted to go into the field of Criminology, so years before now he had studied the human body. He knew practically everything there was to know in this class.  He sat down, away from the others cramped in the room. A sigh on his lips as he ran a large, tanned hand through his short, dark locks of hair.

At 1:44am on December 31, 2013, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…
At 1:43am on December 31, 2013, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…

Fionn was a tall, handsome man with a bright emerald stare and a sharp, pointed jaw. His uniform fitted his broad shoulders and slim waist perfectly, his pants tight upon his rear end. He was eye candy at it's finest, and if he didn't he know it. He had a devilish smirk, and a haunting stare. He was sin at it's finest, and so any straight man could see. He licked over his lips, looking over at the door, combing his fingers through his hair he chuckled softly, seeing the famous Sebastian Smythe step through the door, and into his life. He licked over his lips, and nodded. "I know who you are, darling." His crisp Irish accent pierced through his words, a smile formed at his lips. "Everyone has heard of the famous Mr. Smythe. I'm Fionn Stravos, at your service your majesty." He rolled his eyes and looked away from the attractive young male. Fionn had always considered himself straight, but he could get any one, any gender, any time he wished, and he knew that. Fionn looked up, hearing his name striking up in a conversation. He turned, smirking at Sebastian, before he got up, sauntering over tot he group of boys speaking about him. "What was that you said?" He had poison in his tone as he pulled at the speakers blazer. Anger grew in his stare as he bent over, giving anyone a site to see because of those deliciously tight pants he wore. He chuckled as the frightened boys spoke, their tongues tied as Fionn realized they were saying he couldn't sing. He raised a brow, and turned. "I'll show you, love; just how bad can I be?" He pursed his lips, and nodded over to a good looking young man standing by the many guitars lined up on one side of where the band usually played. "Can you please hand me one of those at the end there, handsome?" He waited, and took a seat on a stool. the boy came over and handed it to him. "So..." He said, strumming softly. "I'm not much for this kind of music, i'd rather listen to some guy screaming, but I think I might do something softer, for the few int he room who haven't heard me sing..." He looked up at Sebastian quickly, and looked away. "...or for those who think I can't." He strummed softly to the tune of Angeles. His voice soft, slightly nervous at his voice he closed his eyes. Lost int he music, he became more comfortable with his voice, eyes gleaming when he opened them, looking up at the ceiling as he played. He left everyone in awe, except the one he wanted to leave that way.

 

At 6:54pm on December 26, 2013, ʀᴇᴄĸʟᴇss™ said…
Juliette smiled, nodding. "Acting and film making, that's quite impressive." She continue to smile as she went on. "And I, currently, am going to school to become a lawyer. But, what I really like to do is sing..I'm pretty average though, so I couldn't imagine making a living off of it." She shrugged and took another sip of her drink.
At 12:24am on December 26, 2013, ʀᴇᴄĸʟᴇss™ said…
Juliette bit her lip, thinking. "Well, we could dance but I don't think you'd care too much for that.." She shrugged, smiling. "Are you hungry? I suppose we could sit down and get something to eat." She took his hand in hers and led them to the dining room which was less crowded because the majority of the party was either dancing or conversing in one of the other rooms. The table was set up with plates where they would be served. She sat down and smiled slightly, a tad bit uncomfortable. She had felt a bit bad because he didn't seem as if he wanted to be there." Well, you enjoy drawing and you're from London." She smiled again as she took a drink from her glass. "Any other hobbies or interests?" She lowered her voice, speaking softer. "And, by the way, if you'd like we can go do something else instead of attending this outrageously boring party." She said, admitting it. A lot of the people were rude, not all of them, but most, which was why she disliked this type of setting despite her living in it.
At 2:22am on December 24, 2013, The Truth Atlast said…

Bent:Ugh can I just start over?

At 1:10am on December 24, 2013, ʀᴇᴄĸʟᴇss™ said…
Juliette smiled and waved him off. "Oh, it'll be fine. You look nice." She smiled as she motioned for the guards to open up the gates, not everything was about looks anyways. "Plus.." She said, grinning. "I'm not a stranger, I'm Juliette." She said with a wink and walked down the long side walk, not really giving him a choice, she opened the door to her house and took her jacket off to hang on a coat rack. Inside there was a spiral staircase, a large chandelier, and many people moving around busily everywhere. There was a ballroom to their left and as a waitor walked by she grabbed to glasses of champagne. The party was far too large for anyone to really notice them, so his attire didn't entirely matter.
At 12:42am on December 24, 2013, ʀᴇᴄĸʟᴇss™ said…
Juliette shrugged slightly and bit her lip. "Well, it's great and I'm really blessed to live here and all but I feel as if it's a bit ostentatious. I could name a couple dozen better things to do with the kind of money that went into this house; charities, donations, things like that. And my parents do have a few of those but I don't think it's nearly enough." She shrugged again and smiled. "And actually, I do have to get going, there's sort of holiday party going on in there." She took a step toward the gate and smiled. "Would you like to come in?" She asked, looking at him questioningly.
At 12:16am on December 24, 2013, ʀᴇᴄĸʟᴇss™ said…
Juliette smiled and put her hand in his, shaking it. "Lovely to meet you PJ, I'm Juliette, and I actually do live here." She continued smiling, slightly uncomfortable. "At least while I'm going to college that is, then I plan to move out and get my own place." She brushed a stray hair out of her face as she continued. "But, your accent? Is that British?" She asked, smiling. She had always wanted to go to Britain.
At 11:15pm on December 23, 2013, The Truth Atlast said…

Thomas:It'll be okay. What happened?

Bent:I don't even know. She's just really pissy.

At 10:01pm on December 23, 2013, ʀᴇᴄĸʟᴇss™ said…
Juliette walked up to her parents house, noticing a man leaning against one of the guest's cars. As she went to say something she noticed he was drawing their house in great detail. She walked toward him, smiling with an eyebrow raised. "Wow, that's really impressive." She said, as she leaned over to get a better look at the drawing. She hadn't seen him before, so she assumed that he wasn't from around this neighborhood. It was also obvious by not only the way he was dressed but the fact that he had stopped to take the time and appreciate something like that. She smiled at him again, her deep blue eyes glistening in the night lights. "I can't do anything like that." She said, laughing softly. "I do, however, enjoy taking pictures. You know, landscapes, black and whites, and whatever." She laughed softly again as if to dismiss it, making small talk.
At 9:37pm on December 23, 2013, The Truth Atlast said…

Bent:-I drop my head down to the table.- cause I'm a stupid boy that's why.

Thomas:-Snorts and flips the pancakes.-

At 9:33pm on December 23, 2013, ʀᴇᴄĸʟᴇss™ said…
(My starters kind of suck too so if you'd like another one with a different character, just ask and I can send it:)
Juliette was walking down a brick road, her nude heels clicking against it with every step. She was wearing a long button down coat with a peach colored dress hidden underneath, despite the cold weather and the snow that was beginning to lightly coat the ground. She brushed her long, blonde curled hair out of her face as she walked. She was on her way to a party at her parents house for friends, family, people in the same social class, etc. She had just finished shopping and was walking through the wealthy neighborhood to get to their house. Whenever she went to these type of things it was a bittersweet experience; she loved to meet new people and such, but her parents were stuck up and could be quite frankly, rude. She thought that them trying to suffocate her would end when she turned 18 but she was now 22 and it had not. Her family were very over-the-top people and the entire town knew it because they had made sure of it. They lived in essentially a mansion surrounded by gates and two body guards at the front of the house. Juliette rolled her eyes just thinking about it; she liked having nice things but she didn't think it to be right just throwing it in other's faces.
At 5:02am on December 22, 2013, The Truth Atlast said…

Bent:-I set my sister in her high chair, strapping her in.- Had a date, date went well and now i've messsed it alll up

At 4:56am on December 22, 2013, The Truth Atlast said…

Bent:No it's fine...-I lift Kinley out of your arms and hold her in mine.- Just not in a good mood..

At 4:52am on December 22, 2013, The Truth Atlast said…

Bent:-I crawled out of bed, in my boxers and grabbed a pair of pajama pants off the floor and pulled them on as i went to open the door.- I'm up...

Thomas:-I walk downstairs to get started on cooking breakfast.-

At 4:46am on December 22, 2013, The Truth Atlast said…

Thomas:-I lay face down in the pillows and let out a long sigh. I climb out of bed and go over to my dresser, picking out a pair of jeans.-

Bent: That's not too bad of a drive..

At 4:39am on December 22, 2013, The Truth Atlast said…

Thomas:-I wink, rolling so I half cover you.- I don't think that should be classified as a struggle at all.

Bent:-I bite my lower lip softly.- How far away are you?

At 4:35am on December 22, 2013, The Truth Atlast said…

Thomas:You could get him a new belt buckle, new jeans. A new hat....the kids pretty easy to shop for.. Camo sweaters...

Bent:Please Phoebe. Kinley wants to see you. -I attached a picture of Kinley giving me the puppy dog face.- Can you really say no to her?

At 4:27am on December 22, 2013, The Truth Atlast said…

Thomas:He thinks of you as his mom...You've been more of a mother to him the few weeks that he's been here than she ever has. I'll run into town today and grab him some stuff from TSC. -I nibble your neck softly.-

Bent:-I sigh, knowing I messed up.- Darlin, I ain't that kinda guy. My little sisters been asking about you..would you like to come over for breakfast with the family today?

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