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New Story
Hollywood Trash;;
Adrian Fields is your ‘average’ part-time teen celebrity, full-time drug addict. So what’s it like being his only best friend and (secret) love interest? For Adrienne Black, it’s all Hollywood is cracked up to be: fame, fortune, & stalker-razzi.
Interesting, huh?
Role playing with Ashley -- it's fun. I've developed a new (smart, oh em GAH!) character. Julian Marcs. 17. Birthday is on December 23rd, so in the role play, he should be turning 18 very soon. He graduated from high school early, so he's a freshman in college right now -- supposedly studying journalism, though he has a tendency to skip class and only show up for exams.
About his fashion sense... It's very acute, though sends mixed signals to everyone. Though the transition on his person, through his clothes & the way he wears them, is smooth, it's still obvious that he got caught somewhere between the Punk & Emo/Indie scenes.
He has an assload of piercings on his lower lip, and lots on the shells and lobes of his ear. Some of the lip piercings have chains connecting to his ear -- how nifty is that? Ha ha. Picture Tara from Panic*CH AKA Panikku Chaneru, or seek from Psycho le Cemu!
TARA. Eeeek! Makes me want a chocolate banana parfait. Mm.
TARA! AAAH. I want him. <3
seek. Umm, yes, this is a guy. Note the lack of boobage.
seek. HOT.
I know, you can't really see seek's piercings (the point of these images), but look at the guy sitting at the front. Isn't his hair to die for? *nosebleeds & dies*
Oh yes...
Here's the post I wrote her, because I enjoyed it. :3
Snowflakes, drifting lazily from the sky to drop its soft white stars between the apartments and buildings, streets, and rooftops. Even with the traffic of yellow taxis and blue buses, and the crowds upon crowds of pedestrians with black umbrellas sporting dangerous spikes at every turn and briefcases containing move!move!imporant documents, the city seemed muted, muffled in the whiteness. Julian knew that once the snowplows came by to clear the streets, the snow that hadn’t been caught on tires or shoes would be black and grimy, but for now, he relaxed and admired the intimacy of the city during its first snowfall of the year, and the snow was pure and white and seemed to be a part of his warm, glowing happiness.
Canvas-colored shoulder bag rubbing against his jean-clad leg as he walked, Julian continued to walk through the city streets, pulling further from his starting point - New York University - to his destination, Starbuck’s Café. Still rather new to this part of Manhattan - as he had transferred from another campus of NYU - he substituted his awe for the winter sights with craning his neck and searching the squat little buildings for the familiar green sign. A gust of wind passed by suddenly, as a taxi whizzed by him, and a ripple ran up and down his spine with the cold. He wished that he hadn’t worn those thin, rather form-fitting jeans for his first day. But at least his black sneakers kept his feet warm, and the thick - and a size-too-large - black-and-blue striped sweater kept his torso warm. Regardless, he tightened the dark gray scarf around his neck, and quickened his pace.
With a small “aha!” under his breath, Julian found the café, and entered quickly, dropping in the seat furthest into the coffee house and taking a moment to shiver and chatter his teeth, trying to get feeling back into his face and fingers, which had been bare, despite the black knit beanie on his head (which mussed his light caramel strands when he took it off), and the frameless glasses that protected his one ice-blue and lilac eyes. He figured a nice cup of coffee, and maybe a parfait, would help warm him up, so he stood, and took his place as the fourth and last person in line.
Still ravaging his face roughly with his palms and cap until it was a faint tint of red, he didn’t realize he was up next in line until the cashier coughed, cleared this throat, and murmured “Sir?” tentatively. Fingers - nails adorned with black lacquer, chipping off for whatever reason, and digits festooned with bulky lead rings between every-other finger, caught between his knobby knuckles - stopped their savage rubbing, and he smiled sheepishly. “Oh, sorry. Umm, yes, err-let me have, umm... A hot chocolate and a - chocolate banana parfait, please.” He grinned, little silver half-moon clinking softly against its similarly-covered chain, which in turn clinked against the silver studs and cuff when it reached his ear. Upon closer inspection, one could see a silver stud shot into his tongue, and a black arrow wrapping itself once around the other side of his lip. There were several other small black puckers, where one could assume more piercing went, lining his bottom lip, and twice on his left eyebrow. It was as if he was having trouble deciding whether he should be an indie/emo-scene boy, or a punk, though he showed the transition quite nicely, and quite fashionably. And on that note, eh seemed quite young for his college-student status. Little did anyone know that he was an early graduate from high school, and would be turning 17 in just a few days.
Julian noticed the cashier examining him, and he smiled, leaning against the counter, and smiled charmingly, revealing a silver tooth with a cut-out star replacing the one that was behind his sharp canine. “Something wrong?”
Yay.
OH!
Go here, pick out one of my interests that you don't understand, & asked me about it in a comment & I will explain it. Put this in a post of yours so others can ask you about your interests too! -^^-
((CURRENT ICON features [someone from] Plastic Tree;; pistolkiss [romanji lyrics]))
Ahh, now I think I'm back into JRock-Pop fandom. Ohhh boy.
Now I think I'll right a Psycho le Cemu or Panic*CH fanfic. Mm.
Daishi, seek, YURA, Tara... I want you. Raah.
New Story
Hollywood Trash;;
Adrian Fields is your ‘average’ part-time teen celebrity, full-time drug addict. So what’s it like being his only best friend and (secret) love interest? For Adrienne Black, it’s all Hollywood is cracked up to be: fame, fortune, & stalker-razzi.
Interesting, huh?
Role playing with Ashley -- it's fun. I've developed a new (smart, oh em GAH!) character. Julian Marcs. 17. Birthday is on December 23rd, so in the role play, he should be turning 18 very soon. He graduated from high school early, so he's a freshman in college right now -- supposedly studying journalism, though he has a tendency to skip class and only show up for exams.
About his fashion sense... It's very acute, though sends mixed signals to everyone. Though the transition on his person, through his clothes & the way he wears them, is smooth, it's still obvious that he got caught somewhere between the Punk & Emo/Indie scenes.
He has an assload of piercings on his lower lip, and lots on the shells and lobes of his ear. Some of the lip piercings have chains connecting to his ear -- how nifty is that? Ha ha. Picture Tara from Panic*CH AKA Panikku Chaneru, or seek from Psycho le Cemu!
TARA. Eeeek! Makes me want a chocolate banana parfait. Mm.
TARA! AAAH. I want him. <3
seek. Umm, yes, this is a guy. Note the lack of boobage.
seek. HOT.
I know, you can't really see seek's piercings (the point of these images), but look at the guy sitting at the front. Isn't his hair to die for? *nosebleeds & dies*
Oh yes...
Here's the post I wrote her, because I enjoyed it. :3
Snowflakes, drifting lazily from the sky to drop its soft white stars between the apartments and buildings, streets, and rooftops. Even with the traffic of yellow taxis and blue buses, and the crowds upon crowds of pedestrians with black umbrellas sporting dangerous spikes at every turn and briefcases containing move!move!imporant documents, the city seemed muted, muffled in the whiteness. Julian knew that once the snowplows came by to clear the streets, the snow that hadn’t been caught on tires or shoes would be black and grimy, but for now, he relaxed and admired the intimacy of the city during its first snowfall of the year, and the snow was pure and white and seemed to be a part of his warm, glowing happiness.
Canvas-colored shoulder bag rubbing against his jean-clad leg as he walked, Julian continued to walk through the city streets, pulling further from his starting point - New York University - to his destination, Starbuck’s Café. Still rather new to this part of Manhattan - as he had transferred from another campus of NYU - he substituted his awe for the winter sights with craning his neck and searching the squat little buildings for the familiar green sign. A gust of wind passed by suddenly, as a taxi whizzed by him, and a ripple ran up and down his spine with the cold. He wished that he hadn’t worn those thin, rather form-fitting jeans for his first day. But at least his black sneakers kept his feet warm, and the thick - and a size-too-large - black-and-blue striped sweater kept his torso warm. Regardless, he tightened the dark gray scarf around his neck, and quickened his pace.
With a small “aha!” under his breath, Julian found the café, and entered quickly, dropping in the seat furthest into the coffee house and taking a moment to shiver and chatter his teeth, trying to get feeling back into his face and fingers, which had been bare, despite the black knit beanie on his head (which mussed his light caramel strands when he took it off), and the frameless glasses that protected his one ice-blue and lilac eyes. He figured a nice cup of coffee, and maybe a parfait, would help warm him up, so he stood, and took his place as the fourth and last person in line.
Still ravaging his face roughly with his palms and cap until it was a faint tint of red, he didn’t realize he was up next in line until the cashier coughed, cleared this throat, and murmured “Sir?” tentatively. Fingers - nails adorned with black lacquer, chipping off for whatever reason, and digits festooned with bulky lead rings between every-other finger, caught between his knobby knuckles - stopped their savage rubbing, and he smiled sheepishly. “Oh, sorry. Umm, yes, err-let me have, umm... A hot chocolate and a - chocolate banana parfait, please.” He grinned, little silver half-moon clinking softly against its similarly-covered chain, which in turn clinked against the silver studs and cuff when it reached his ear. Upon closer inspection, one could see a silver stud shot into his tongue, and a black arrow wrapping itself once around the other side of his lip. There were several other small black puckers, where one could assume more piercing went, lining his bottom lip, and twice on his left eyebrow. It was as if he was having trouble deciding whether he should be an indie/emo-scene boy, or a punk, though he showed the transition quite nicely, and quite fashionably. And on that note, eh seemed quite young for his college-student status. Little did anyone know that he was an early graduate from high school, and would be turning 17 in just a few days.
Julian noticed the cashier examining him, and he smiled, leaning against the counter, and smiled charmingly, revealing a silver tooth with a cut-out star replacing the one that was behind his sharp canine. “Something wrong?”
Yay.
OH!
Go here, pick out one of my interests that you don't understand, & asked me about it in a comment & I will explain it. Put this in a post of yours so others can ask you about your interests too! -^^-
((CURRENT ICON features [someone from] Plastic Tree;; pistolkiss [romanji lyrics]))
Ahh, now I think I'm back into JRock-Pop fandom. Ohhh boy.
Now I think I'll right a Psycho le Cemu or Panic*CH fanfic. Mm.
Daishi, seek, YURA, Tara... I want you. Raah.