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baaa. snagged from everyone and your mom.

Most of you on my flist don't really know my original characters personally. Small wonder, I don't really write much for them beyond RPing, though I really should. To remedy this to some small degree and give you a small introduction to the madness, I propose this

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Oliver - Hotpants.

Ria - Snow.

James - Christmas.

Kenneth - Mornings.

Leila - Jealousy.

Oliver

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There was this game that Oliver liked to play. It was called 'see-how-annoyed-you-can-get-the-wife-without-getting-beat.'

Most of the time, he failed, because Skuld would either laugh at him and walk away, or swat him over the head with whatever happened to be in her hand at the time (More often than not, these days, it was a bottle or a diaper, which was unfortunate.)

A lot of the time, he'd be surfing the internet, and, being a guy, would poke curiously into lingerie sites. Then he would promptly point out things he thought Skuld would look hot in.

The page he currently had open showed a pair of rather tight hot pink hotpants."Hey, Kitty!" He called over his shoulder, grinning a little and leaning back in his chair. The twins were in the other room, watching that stupid cartoon that was the only thing that'd get them to fall asleep, so he knew there was no danger in either one toddling their way in

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MAYBE FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY, OLIVER.

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Oliver: BUT THAT'S NOT FOR LIKE MONTHS.

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Skuld: TOUGH LUCK, THEN.

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Oliver: D:

Ria

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Ria smiled, that smile that sort of took up all her face and made her glow. She was happy, with the people she had grown to love. February, 1999. The year the world would end. And there they were, sitting around their favorite ice cream place in jackets and sweaters and boots and freezing cold while the snow poured into the New York Streets outside, but it didn't matter. They were all here together, and it was happy. They'd lost a few of their number, but it still was a long way off. It was still just a game.

"We must be crazy, ordering ice cream on a day like today." Ria beamed as she was handed her strawberry ice cream with rainbow sprinkles, before looking at the other Seals. Everyone was happy, everyone was cold, but they didn't care because this was just their place, and it was a happy time for them

James

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James always loved the holidays. Any time of year where they saw as much family as humanly possible squeezed into their home in Oslo. There was always a lot of food, and a lot of drinking, and a lot of laughing and noise in general. When you had Scot and Norwegian relatives, there just was a lot of noise at all times

Kenneth

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Morning could probably be considered one of Kenneth's favorite times of the day. It was the time when the rest of his family was already up and out of the house, gone to set up for their daily work, and he was alone, preparing to leave for school. He'd eat alone, sitting in the living room, wearing the old tattered sweatpants his mother kept trying to throw out and his favorite sweatshirt, and he'd watch the news.

It was a quiet time of day, and Kenneth liked the quiet. He found it peaceful, and relaxing, and it helped him prepare for the rest of the day, which would be filled with noise.

Leila

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Jealousy wasn't something Leila had ever taught to feel. It just sort of happened, which she supposed was natural. What wasn't natural is how she dealt with it. She'd read a few magazines that said it was harmful to keep jealous feelings locked up, to ignore them, to pretend they weren't there, but that's how she dealt with things she didn't want. She pretended they simply didn't exist. A passing feeling of desire, maybe rage, maybe depression. She let it go, because she didn't want it there. She didn't want it a part of her, so she locked it away, and pretended it didn't exist.

Jealousy made it hard. Because she had to pretend every time she saw Matthews and Lincoln being annoyingly public on set, that a part of her didn't hate them both for having something she'd never even been able to take a step towards.

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... D:

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Haruka - boyfriend.

8D

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;SLADJF;LDF

Haruka

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She hated labels. Boyfriend, Girlfriend, fuck-buddy, life-partner, whatever. Haruka never liked them. It either meant she had to start considering herself tied to this particular person, which made her restless, or she had to keep watching them for behavior she'd find in herself

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♥♥♥♥♥♥

HAYDEN CAN'T LABEL BECAUSE THERE'D BE MULTIPLES.

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THERE WOULD BE. IT'D BE LIKE. 'THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND, AND THIS IS MY OTHER GIRLFRIEND BOYFRIEND.'