Scandalous Drama

Plot:

There was this one sixteen year old girl... just one.. and it only takes one to kill her whole entire family; mother, father, siblings, aunts, uncles: ALL. Her name is Violet Marksmen. It was two weeks until someone found out that there has been a masacre in the Marksmen residence, but Violet has already fled to a currently unknown country or state [it's most likey to be country]. Before she left, she covered every evidence that ever could be identified to be her, which took one whole day. Violet's last cover-up was making a duplicate of herself out of many substances, that could be assumed as a real body. Her body and features. She then hired a person to bury the body.
She put so much effort into this... but why has she killed her own family in the first place? No one knows. Sometimes she wonders herself, but most of the time, she knew the truth behind it. How did she do it? Violet used to be into archery and gunsmenship when she was younger. She put it to the test and succeeded. Her other weapon was a dagger-shaped knife, highly sharp. That was the weapon she used to kill the last of the Marksmen family; her sister.
Three days later, the murder story was in New York Times, calling it 'The Marksmen Masacre'. Their assumption was that it was Violet who has done it until they dug up her fake corpse. There are no other evidence.
It is up to a couple of people to solve this mystery, and at the same time, deal with their own dramatic and scandalous lives.

Rules:

1. Create a character. Make their life story long enough to make it into a whole plot, and, obviously, make it either seriously dramatic, scandalous or both.

2. You can have up to three characters.

3. Your characters should be around sixteen.

4. Your job is to deal with your character's life, and at the same time, try to locate Violet Marksmen and stop her.

5. DO NOT BE A GODMOD (example: Sarah already knew who caused the Marksman masacre and is going to kill Violet right now).

6. No magical anything, like hanyous of some sort.

Hints:

You can find certain people who can:
-Give your character an idea of who caused the Marksmen Masacre.
-Help you and your character's search for Violet once your character has figured it out (because I haven't told you that detail).
-Give you and your character the reason why she has done it (because I haven't told you that detail).

If you weren't really reading clearly at the plot, one of the people who can give you information was the hired person who was to bury Violet's fake corpse.

Your Profile:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race: (American, Japanese, etc)
Country/State: (it's mainly in America/New York-NYC)
School: (It's optional to be in the same school as others)
Description (picture is optional):
Status: (Bisexual, homosexual, heterosexual [means straight], or transexual)
Personality:
Past Life:
Current Life:

Name: Violet Marksmen

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: American (white)

Country/State: Previously America/New York City. Currently unknown.

School: Rosewood High School

Description: Violet Marksmen

Status: Heterosexual

Personality: A bit on the quiet and lonely side. Talking negative most of the time. Seductive (depending on the situation). Gets mouthy when she's angry.

Past Life: Ever since Violet was a little girl, she has always been the one to want to be left alone. She was decent around her siblings but not that much. At age 12, she started taking archery, then next year, gunsmenship. Somehow, her parents had a bad feeling about her personality and her interests mixed together. They were right. At age 14, Violet went on and became a goth. She always spoke so negative, she was always dramatic with how her 'rotting' heart was, wanting the fatal lords of death to pull her away, where she 'belongs'. Violet felt as if no one respected her as a human being, or respected her needs. That's when things got rough. Violet fought with her parents even more than usual and often left home.

Current Life: Violet has recently murdered her entire family and has gone off somewhere currently unknown.

[I'll post more characters later]

This sounds really interesting. I'll join. I'll post my character info a bit later though.

Thanks ^^

I just hope more people are joining as well.

You should make a story out of this too! It sounds like a really good story.... >__> <__< Write eeeeeeeetttttt


Name: Nasuki Kanashimii
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Japanese
Country/State: New york (Never been there before, so you gots ta help me)
School: N/A
Description: Nasuki Kanashimii
Status: Heterosexual
Personality: Kind, Warm of heart, Always willing to help others. Naive enough to think that theres no such thing as evil, that a person always has some good in them.
Past Life: When she was around 11 she took up an interest in archery and asked her mother if she could get a teacher. When her mother told her yes she got a Marksmen for a teacher, When she was 14 she had a full on crush on her teacher but she didn't want to tell him because she was too embarrassed, Her mother at the time she very ill . A few days later she was hospitalized and in her final hours told her to Be a strong young lady for her and gave her a hug before she finally let go, an hour later her father was involved in a robbing and got stabbed fatally before dieing. Her brother let her live with him. 3 years later she had been done with her Archery training and finally asked her teacher out, he said yes and that night after they went to his house he tied her up and raped her so many different times. It took her 2 and a half days before he untied her and she grabbed a knife and castrated him and shoved his own <BEEEP> in his mouth before calling 911, They reattached it <Those assholes!> and put him under house arrest. Then 3 days after her birthday she saw in the paper that his whole family had been killed and she smiled Quite Wickedly.
Current Life: She goes to Rosewood High school, she is a major in art/Literary and has an interest in Yaoi and Vanilla everything. Her brother isn't home often and she is currently trying to make friends because she's new to Rosewood high.

OKAY! Got the last two!

Name: Allen
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: American
Country/State: New York
School: Rosewood High School
Description: Allen
Status: Homosexual
Personality: Loves to joke around. Allen is always there for his friends, no matter what. But, he's a bit dense at times and lets thing get out of control. He's also hopeless when it comes to boys and getting a date.
Past Life: Allen had a normal life. Parents how loved him. He had a dog. He lived in a big house and had a lot of friend. When he was eleven, he found it strange that he never developed a crush on any girls and that he was developing one on his best friend, who was a guy. When he was thirteen he and come to terms with his sexuality, finally realizing he was homosexual. The year before he finally told his parents, and they didn't take it well at all. They through him out of the house and told him to never come home.
Current Life: He is currently living with his older cousin and continues going to school.

Name: Emily
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: American
Country/State: New York
School: Doesn't go anymore.
Description: Emily
Status: Heterosexual
Personality: She's kind hearted and generous. She hates fighting a lot. She is always there for her friends, but will not fight to protect them in fear that she'll lose and her friends will be killed. She is shy around people she doesn't know, but lively around those she does.
Past Life: She had a normal life until she was fifteen. When she turned fifteen, a couple of her friends introduced her to marijuana. Since than, she's been addicted. She luckily made it through high school, but didn't go on to college. She then got a jump as a waitress at nice restaurant.
Current Life: She currently has her younger cousin living with her. She's still working at the restaurant. She is try to stop home marijuana, but find is having a lot of trouble just trying to stop.

Winged Kagome: Can you make your character's story a little more scandalous? And also, one of the rules say that your character should be around sixteen.
BTW, yeah, you're right; I should make a story on it. It'll be awsome ^^

Sango Rules: Coolness, though the rules say that your characters should be around sixteen (seventeen, eighteen, fifteen... whatever works).

<God darn it! I'm so stupid. Forgot to read the rules >_____< Sorry about that! Its fixed along with my Past life >

((Okay. She's eighteen now.))

Lolz. Thanks you guys ^^ Should we start now?

((I think we should wait a few more people. I mean. We can't start until there's at least two other guys! You can have a RPG without some romance!!! Lawl!))

((Lolz. True, so very true. I would make a male character, but... I'm not very good at acting as one >>))

Name: Akira Takahashi
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Japanese
Country/State: New York City, USA
School: Rosewood High School
Description: {post soon}
Status: heterosexual

Personality: Akira is shy untell you truly get to know her and never is scared to speak her mind. She helps anyone in need even if it means putting herself in danger. Akira can sometimes also be a ditz which her friends always make fun of her for.

Past Life: Akira hasn't had one of the best lives, her older brother was killed in a drive-by, which she later found out was his best friend who shot him, and her father is an alcoholic. Akira mother slowly died for drugs, leaving her with her drunk and abusive father. Without her the help of her friends she would have never made it through her early school years.

Current Life: Akira is currently in the ghetto of New York City living with her father. She is trying her best to keep up her grades so she can get into a good college. Her best friends have gotten her to high school and away from and drugs or gang violence.

{Hope thats good enough info}

Name: Jasmine (Jazz) Hughes
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: British
Country/State: Moved to New York from London
School: Rosewood High School
Description: Jasmine Hughes
Status: Heterosexual
Personality: Calm, can be agressive if you bring up some bad memories.
Past Life: She was once you're average kid who aspired to be a lead singer in a rock band. She actually got some of her friends together and decided to start one. They were called Genocide. They were doing well for their age of 12-14 and even had four of their songs play on the radio for a few good weeks. Her friends and she were going to concert when the driver of the bus had run off the side of a bridge into a river. The bus was quickly sinking, also drowning the five teens in the back. They all had panicked and couldn't get free; the seatbelts were wrapped around them tightly and were locked. Jasmine had slipped away from consiousness. The next thing she knew was she was in a hospital, being told the seatbelts had damaged her throat beyond repair and could no longer sing. Only her and Seth, the drummer, had survived the accident.

She quickly began to teach herself to play the guitar in hopes she and Seth could rally up another band.

Current Life: She and Seth had moved to New York to search the area for any people willing to join a band.

-Will add Seth later-

<We just keep addin' da girls. If anyone makes a guy I think we might fight over him <____< >

((Iknow! The only guy we have is gay, so he'll be in the fight too.))

Here's a guy 8D

Name: Seth Newbury
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: British
Country/State: Moved to New York from London
School: Rosewood High school
Description: Seth
Status: heterosexual
Personality: Charming, kind, asks a lot of questions
Past Life: Seth was the drummer of the band Genocide, and was in the accident that killed four other people. Only he and Jasmine survived.
Current Life: Translates for Jasmine while searching for new band mates.

<MINE! RAWR! :boxing: >

Hanyoukai: Can you make it a little more dramatic? Obviously, it's called 'Scandalous Drama'.

For Seth? He pretty much has the same story as my Jasmine character. I didn't feel like typing it again ^^;;

<Can we start now? I mean, Okay, we have enough characters, but maybe we can, you know, Pretend Most of them are Drag queens >_______________>

>

Umm... yeah, we could start... after Hanyoukai changes Jazmine's profile.

Sorry, I accidently put no longer sing as could no longer speak. ^^;; I wasn't thinking.

Is that better? Slightly? It'd be extremely dramatic to me.

Okay, very good ^^ It is dramatic.
Yeah, we can start... start while I make a new profile.

Name: Saffron Simokosi
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Australian
Country/State (it's mainly in America/New York-NYC): NYC
School: Same school as Violet
Description (picture is optional): http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p13/Aka...anime_girl_.jpg
Status: Unknown. no one's ever been brave enough to ask her.
Personality: SUPER SMART. a braniac, I have issues, where I scream a lot, and am bipolar, and have multipule personalities.
Past Life: It was horrible. I was an orphan, rom a hurricane. I was shipped to many foster homes around the world, but always ended up running away. I helped violet with the murders, but I can't remember it. See, I ran away, and ended up living in Violet and her familys shed. only she knew about me, and some of the personalities I get into, I can't remember. this was one of those times. I was in a state of mind where I helped Violet kill her family, and she told me where she was staying, or going to stay. I ran a different way, and got hit by a car.
Current Life:
When I woke up, all I could remember is that I was best friends with Violet, and that she had ran away, and wasn't dead. BUT, will I give away Violets secret? Most people won't approach me,but I won't make any contact with those who do. Im currently living in my own appartment, and refuse to tell what I know. However, people knew I had connections with the family, and suspect I may have witnised it, but I did much more. Lets hope I can figure out my life before its to late.

Name: Aya Sota
Age: 16
Gender: female
Race: Japanese
Country/state: NYC, USA
School: Rosewood High School
Status:heterosexual
Description:{Make Soon }
Personality: Aya is very shy and a person who likes to keep to herself, and she doesnt trust people very well.
Past Life: Aya life has a been full of ups and downs. When she was 4 years old her parents devoriced. She ended up moving in with her mother and older sister. Every since their devorice her mother was been a total drunk and her sister has been messed up on drugs as well. Soon after Aya's sister ended up commiting suicide.
Current Life: Aya is now living in the rich side of town with her mother and step-father and two stepsisters. She has been mistreated and can't wait tell she can move out. Aya is trying to keep up her grades as well so she can get to California State on the on other side of the country, and never come back to NYC.

Name: Clive Rosier
Age: 17
Gender: male
Race (American, Japanese, etc): French
Country/State (it's mainly in America/New York-NYC): NYC || United States of America
School: Rosewood Highschool
Description (picture is optional): click.
Status: questionable (shh it's a secret)
Personality:

He is portrayed as a greedy, egotistical, and easily excited teenager, who’d often engage in various schemes with the goal of either personal glory or satisfying some personal whim. He is also lethal, cynical, fueled with ferocity, cunning, and intelligence exceeding the majority of most kids in his class. To his disbelief, Clive does not know who he is; he simply knows what others think about him. And this is the ego: the reflection, what others think. Clive is well aware of his ego, but he is rather too fond of it, and does not want to change his ways.

Of all people, he is the most ambitious and fearless person you’ll ever meet. It is strange that Clive does not fear a thing, but it is quite rational to believe. Fear is a very important factor in intractable conflict. Fear is virtually always there, and whenever people hate, or why they are willing to kill or die for a cause, the answer is invariably fear. Yet Clive doesn’t believe that fear is a common emotion. He would stand his own ground against his foes, and inevitably make sure he’ll always win. Clive is quite skillful when he duels with his words. Quite the good debater, he is stubborn and gets to the point in a matter of speaking.

Clive is certainly a playboy. He is perverted with not many emotions, and sleeps around whenever he pleases. Clive is also a strong manipulator; a wolf disguised in sheep’s clothing. His tactics make it seem like he’s caring, defending, almost anything but fighting. These tactics are hard to recognize as merely clever ploys. He digs for that weakness and insecurities so he could exploit or blackmail. He even often acts like he knows his victims better than they know their own self. He was born into being manipulative, and therefore can be expected to take things for granted.

Clive is also a gifted liar. This “Who…me?” tactic is a way for him to play innocent. He manages to convince several people (and maybe even himself) of the purity of his intentions. But underneath it all, Clive is well aware of his dishonesty.

Past Life:

On a misty and cold February 20th, Clive was born to Beauregard and Francesca Rosier. From his birth and on, he was adored and spoiled. Growing up to becoming infatuated of being spoiled, he began feeding off his new obsession, and became a bit of a workaholic during his childhood. His childhood was quite pleasant and he spent the majority of it with his mother. His mother, Francesca, was a bit strict, but nevertheless cared much for her son. Despite the fact that his father, Beauregard, was rarely home during his youth, Clive looked up to him with excessive admiration.

As puberty began to make its toll, Clive began to feel more attracted to the girls or vice-versa. Nevertheless, his first of everything was shared with his betrothed, his Bella, and it was all but bittersweet. Their love was all but bunnies and rainbow happiness, but instead they were forced upon each other with an arranged marriage. Yet the problem with this puzzle is that he does not believe in arranged marriages, so he throughly refused to be shipped off to do so. In the end he never saw his betrothed again and started to live on his own at the age of 17.

Current Life:

He is now lving on his own, renting a four room apartment. At the moment he is regreting the day he entered Rosewood High School.. or possibly the term "purgatory" is a better way to describe such a miserable place.

well... I hope that was good enough. A fair warning though; I write excessively large and really long. Pardon me and my lack of short posts in RP.

Great profiles everybody ^^ And Nekoshoujo, it's okay for the long profile, I read it all and you're very good at the descriptions. I also do very long posts myself.

Name: Vanessa Black (Marksmen)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Half American, half Chinese and half Japanese

Country/State: New York City

School: Used to go to Rosewood High School

Description: Vanessa

Status: Bisexual

Personality: Sweet, popular at school-half good, half bad kind of popular, and a gradual black heart.

Past Life: Vanessa used to be a Marksmen, the unpopular Marksmen because the whole family was pretty much racist and preferred Violet over her (even though Violet was irregular). Vanessa was related from her father being the brother of Violet's dad. Vanessa's dad is all American, but her mother was half Chinese and half Japanese. Anyways, as Violet's cousin, she never got the oppertunity of having a good life like having special occasions with everyone there. Instead, it was always with her parents. Though her parents regret having her because they didn't want the treatment either.
Somehow, Vanessa's heart never became evil or blunt, only the fact that she was the half-bad-half-good popular girl at school. Like ripping on people, and kind of a hoe (slut), but her good side is being sweet. Everyone thinks she doesn't have a care in the world... but she has a whole other side, not even her family knows about... she does a part time job as a prostitute [for men and women], and cuts herself when no one's around. Vanessa thinks that this is the way to run over the pain she's endured over her whole life.

Current Life: Vanessa had been a victim to Violet's blow-out, but she had lived. Her wounds was a bullet to the arm, an arrow in her back and a cut with Violet's knife to the leg. One week later of unconciousness, Vanessa rose up and escaped the house without calling the police or anything. Somehow... she felt relief and automatically thought, "I wish I thought of that." Slowly and gradually, her her heart turned blunt.. evil... and black.
All that time, when Vanessa was healing, she just stayed somewhere in the rough town of NYC, so no one would care for her anonymus injuries. She fended for herself.. everything by herself. Luckily she still kept the money from her 'job' to do so. And she changed her name to Vanessa Black.
And so, Vanessa continued prostitution, but didn't feel the need to cut herself anymore.

Whatevz. I'll start...

Vanessa Black has just came home from her new school, feeling more depressed for some reason, maybe even a little worried. "What if there are witnesses...?" She thought. "What if people question me about it...? What should I say then?"
She sat on the couch in a lazy manner and unbuttoned her jacket, leaving it open. Her new home is pretty much an old house build for one or two in the rough neighbourhood of New York. Guys around here had already laid on her and she still didn't care whether or not they ran away after that.
"I'm the only one who survived the kill but I liked it... Should I be looking for Violet?" Vanessa shook her head. "But how? Violet has already covered up every evidence that could ever be found.. including footprints. Hell, she could be in China."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door...

(Your turn, peoplez)

Saffron sat on her bed, shaking. What happened? I saw the news reports...Violets not dead though. I know it. Theres just no-
*flashback*
"Your with me, right?" said violet, finnishing off her father.
"Right. I'll meet up with you soon. You know where." Said Saffron herself, letting go of the hair on the head of Violets sister, her hands covered in blood.
*end flashback*
"What! NO! I didn't it can't be!" Saffron screamed.
'Pluss, I don't know where Violet is. I must have been remembering a dream. Plus, Violet didn't kill her family...or..or did she?' Saffron thought to herself. That was it, she knew what she had to do.

<sub>The apartment building was always a little bit drafty in the fall, much to Clive's displeasure, and today was no exception. There was a heavy wind outside, and the sound echoed throughout the building. Clive shivered, and then moved a little bit away from the staircase off to the side into the entrance of the corridor extending from the entrance hall. Clive placed his bag on his knee, and searched through it for a sweater that could relieve him from the chilly cold. His bag was not half as well organized as his room in his apartment, so it took a good couple of minutes to locate the gray sweater. Clive placed his bag on the nearby table, and pulled the sweater over his head. The result, unfortunately, wound up in the mussing of his hair, and he was not pleased.

He then picked up his bag, making his way towards the exit door, and ultimately towards the city's jostling crowds. Standing right outside his apartment building, Clive unleashed a single cigarette from his packet he kept in his back pockets. It was a bit strange how he got so addicted to cigarettes once he first started years ago. Exhaling the smoke through his mouth, he could see the dark foggy smolder attempt to burn though the bitter cold air. Periodically, he tapped the ash off the end of the cigarette against the wall behind him. He held the cigarette by the forefinger and middle finger, squeezing it tightly as it flickered to filter down.

His stomach was growling and pleading for something to eat, and Clive was not about to deny it. Unfortunately for Clive, the crowd was coming quicker than he anticipated, and there was bound to be a collision on his part. The question was, who would fall over, and who would he push? Clive held his head high as he shoved his way through the streets, only to have the crowd push him to the back.</sub>

((Oh, and just to give the heads up to people, I've changed Allen's age to fifteen.))

~Allen~

"S-hit..." I muttered, pushing through a large crowd to get to my cousin's apartment. I had promised my Emily that I would be one in time to cook her dinner, since she was crap at it, but it didn't seem like this crowd agreed with him. "S-hit..." I pushed harder through it, and soon pumped into someone and fell over. I knew I wasn't the most graceful person, but it's still always embarrassing to fall down in the street of New York. I looked up a the person, a man really, a gasped slightly. He was the hottest guy I had ever seen. I was glad I had fallen, I know had a good excuse for the small blush creeping over my face. "S-s-sorry." I stammered, still looking at him.

((Stupid censors.... Oh, and I'm talking about Nekoshoujo's character.))

<sub>We've all marveled at such coincidences in our own lives. In reality, that a particular specified event or coincidence will occur is very unlikely. That some astonishing unspecified events will occur is certain. That is why remarkable coincidences are noted in hindsight, not predicted with foresight. The most astonishingly incredible coincidence imaginable would be the complete absence of all coincidences. And that is why people such as Clive would believe that a coincidence feels like they were meant to happen. Maybe knocking down a boy was a coincidence, or maybe not.

Staring down at the boy with one hand buried in his pocket, the other holding the cigarette that wove a web of blue smoke around his profile, he contemplated on what he should do. From where the boy fell all he could possibly see is that flickering amber glow of a cigarette reflected off of Clive's eyes. Eyes narrowed, Clive observed all around him first. There was not one person who haulted for the fallen boy, not even caring indeed. Looking back down at the boy once again, he observed him silently, as if he was contemplating a plot in his mind.

Part of Clive wanted to help the poor lad, the other part did not even care. How many has he knocked over and turned away without even offering a helpful hand? Too many for his count and too many that he did not want to waste his time to help. As a child he was not one to care for others. Among the elitist children of other upper class families he was seen as a cruel, manipulative, and malicious child, often disliked and seen quarreling with them. No wonder he was not one who would share a hint of kindness.

Yet despite it all, Clive figured he would earn some kind of merit for a kind act. There was something about this boy, but Clive could not put a finger on it. Pulling his other hand out from his pocket, he extended his slender fingers and his flat palm towards the boy, offering his hand to help him off the ground. His offering was out of the ordinary, as if he was a prince helping a princess some assistance -- if that makes any sense.

"Watch where you're walking next time. Some people are not as merciful as I am, and I am afraid of what their reaction would be." Clive spoke with words of wisdom but with a hint of hardness.</sub>

~Allen~

"Th-thanks." I said taking it and letting him pull me up. His hand was warm, almost hot, but I think that was just just my heart was pounding very fast at that moment and there was a lot of blood circulating around me. I've never believed in the whole 'love at first sight' thing, because I use to think that homosexual people like me could never experience it. Everytime I tried to hit on another guy, they would always turn me down because they were heterosexual. Lately, I started thinking it was just me, because I have seen other gay couples at school. I decided that the world just hated my existence.

I smiled faintly at him. I took every word he said in. I loved the sound of his voice. I made me shiver. Now I started to think that maybe it could.... it could just maybe happen to me too. "Thanks for the advice, but it won't help me anyway, even if I tried. I'm just that klutzy." I said, trying not to sound flustered by him. "And I'm sorry about bumping you. Look, if there's anything I can do, tell me. Oh, and make it a little fast. I need to go and cook dinner for my cousin." I finished, pointing at the apartment we were in front of.

"Thanks for the advice, but it won't help me anyway, even if I tried. I'm just that klutzy."

Clive listened carefully to the boy as he felt a slight shiver run up his spine no thanks to the cold wind. There were crisp, dry frost under his feet as well as infesting much of the street. Overhead there was a burning twilight sky, reminding Clive that only a few minutes was left till the sun, just slightly above the horizon, sinks into its earthly bed. The night has always been violent and beautiful, perfect to be a veil of a tragedy at hand. Time was running out, and the early afternoon sun sank below the city, and the steep roofs, seeming to drink it, were gorged with light.

Clive sighed as he fully extinguished his cigarette by dropping it on the ground and smothering it with the heel of his black shoes. The crushed smoldered end was bent like a broken arm, and was soon left to rot on the frozen earth. Listening the boy's excuise was amusing; it even made him crack into a grin. "But it doesn't matter even if you're the most klutzy person in all of New York City. But besides it all, I think everyone has been knocked down by someone." said Clive with a silky voice. He let a pause last for a minute, thinking about what he just said. "Actually, not everyone. I don't think I was ever knocked down before, I don't believe it would happen anyways." he added with his amused smile spread across his face.

"And I'm sorry about bumping you. Look, if there's anything I can do, tell me. Oh, and make it a little fast. I need to go and cook dinner for my cousin."

Clive pitied the boy. He was such a dashing specimen with a sophisticated look. "It's all right, you little gray mouse." he said with a earnest chuckle. Then by all means do so, who am I to keep a boy from his cousin?" At the mention of food, Clive had nearly forgotten he was out on the streets in search for food. And when his stomach growled once again, Clive faintly blushed with embarassment.

((Last post till others post))


~Allen~

I felt my face burn with he called me a 'mouse'. I shook me head slightly, to try and stop my blush, but I knew it wouldn't work. I stopped and looked at the man. I heard his stomach growl and saw his blush. I smiled at him. "Um.... Why don't you come with me? Emily, my cousin, won't mind and I can easily make more food." I asked, trying not to sound eager. I wanted to learn more about him, and first I wanted to know his name. "Oh, by the way, I'm Allen."

((Well, I'm just waiting for someone to reply to my post.))

((Ok, that'll be mua))

Saffron got off her bed, trying to forget what just happened. She heard the ringing of the phone. "Hello?"
"Um, yes, Saffron, this is Dr. Kinboshi. We were wondering if you knew anything about Viole-"
"I don't know anything! The freaks dead! NOW STOP BOTHERING ME!!!!!!" Saffron hung up the phone, switching to a happier mood. "well," the thought "I gues I'll probably go do something stupid. Heh, I know, I saw a girl walking back to an appartment just 3 doors over. I'll go bug the hell out of her. No one has ever been able to stand me long anyways." Saffron laughed at herself, feeling angry all of a sudden. "Because no one in the damned world gives a **** about me!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Saffron screamed, but feeling better now that that had been done.

She put on a gray tank top, then a yellow one, and a light-blue jacket to keep her warm. She put on some worn-out jeans, and shoes, then headed out.

Knock. Knock. She waited at the door for someone to answer.

((Thank you ^.^))

Vanessa turned her head, eyes drooping. "Damn it! Who is it now?" She walked over, clicking her heels through the rug and rusty wood until she got to the door. She didn't bother with looking through the peep-hole anymore, it always end up being another guy or girl ready to have sex.
Vanessa threw the door open and said, irritated, "Look, if you're feeling horny, go somewh--" She had her eyes closed speaking so she didn't know who it was until she opened them. She stopped herself and her expression turned confused. Some vibe told Vanessa that this someone wasn't here for sex. She looked around, chuckling. "Hello. May I help you?"

"Um, well, Im saffron, and I live a few doors down, and well, I just wanted to know if yo- WAIT! WHO THE HELL SAYS IM HORNY! ITS NOT MY FAULT YOUR A DAMNED PROSTITUTE WITH ISSUE-" Saffron went from angry to so upset she had tears in her eyes. Why was it always so hard for her to make friends? "Look, im sorry, ok?!" Saffron was crying now. "Just read this!" Saffron said, dropping to her knees, crying. It said:

Hi, Im Saffron. If you're reading this, I probably just want to either be friends with you, or annoy the hell out of you. Im sorry for my behavior, but im serverily bipolar, and have muli-personalily issues. Please don't shut the door on me (though I've never found someone who didn't).
I'm not trying to get attention or anything, I was just hoping for a friend. This note was the easiest thing for me to do.

Saffron sopped crying, and looked up hopefuly. Was this girl going to be the one to to befriend me? Or was my face going to get the door slamed in again.