[L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!
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				Title: <strong>[L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AliceInLace</strong> on <strong>28-07-2014, 22:23:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"> [L]abeled </span><br><br>Welcome to West Hill University, home of the Raging Unicorns! The school is prestigiously known for its football team and its debate squad. In the wealthy cape town of West Hill, the rich live high in suburbia and their kids attend the university. The rest are in due to their high test scores and hard work. <br><br>Just when you thought you were done with high school cliques to realize, they only get older. So what side are you on... the Populars... or the Unpopulars?<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Welcome</span><br><br>Welcome to Labeled! I am AliceInLace and I'll be you're host, so please lend me your ear. This roleplay was transferred from my other roleplay site and I am glad to see it receiving such a great amount of interest. This is the main thread where the roleplay will be taking place so please look at this first post often as it will hold not only the characters but also the West Hill Inquirer, a small section for the latest rumor and events of the week.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Just Some Rules To Live By</span><br><br>Here are just a few rules and guidelines that are specific to this roleplay.<br><br>• Respect all who are here. With that also, please don't assume a characters actions reflect that of the writers. <br>• Godmodding is a huge NO, but we shouldn't come across it to much with this style rp.<br>• Romance is encouraged! Just remember, this is in the light thread.<br>• Two character max. I added this because I received questions about playing siblings, also to allow people to play both ends of the spectrum.<br>• Pretty posts are encouraged, though not required. In group RPs I enjoy seeing people diversify their post style, though it&nbsp; isn't required... although your characters name and look can always be a big help.<br>• More can be added if needed.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">So What's In West Hill</span><br><br>I have this set up as a single forum roleplay so here are all the places you can go.<br><br><strong>West Hill University:</strong> This is the university in which all the characters have in common. Its a large castle style building surrounded by lush gardens. There is the dorms on either wing and a large ball room that several events are held. There is also a pool, library and the dining hall. <br><br><strong>The Cape:</strong> This is the beautiful beach of West Hill, there is a long pier and sandy beaches. This is also where the annual 'Clean The Cape' takes place.<br><br><strong>Willow Park:</strong> Willow Park is in the center of town with benches, a fountain and tons of trees. <br><br><strong>Cape Four:</strong> A small movie theater in town.<br><br><strong>The Bistro:</strong> A fancy restaurant that many rich frequent.<br><br><strong>Hannah's:</strong> A small time diner near the University that students frequent and some even work at.<br><br><strong>The Hills:</strong> Where many of the rich live and the parties are held<br><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">West Hill Inquirer</span><br><br><strong>Did You Hear!</strong> The Students have arrived and the elite are looking fabulous as always! So many new faces, so little time!<br><br><strong>Today</strong><br><br>Clean the Cape: <em>All students will be meeting down at the beach to clean up the park.</em><br><br><br><br><strong>Calender of Events</strong><br><br><em>Sunday:</em> Students Arrive and Settle into their dorms. Class Schedules are Handed out.<br><em>Monday:</em> The Annual Clean The Cape! Held at the pier.<br><em>Tuesday:</em> We Hear Allison is Throwing a Party!<br><em>Wednesday:</em> The 'Clean The Cape' Fundraising Fair<br><em>Thursday:</em> Nothing Scheduled<br><em>Friday:</em> The First Football Game of the Year!<br><em>Saturday:</em> The Charity Masquerade Ball<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Students</span><br><br>Here are all the enrolled students at West Hill! </div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Populars</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/2m4ucfc.jpg)</div><strong>Name::.</strong> Allison Burkley<br><strong>Age::.</strong> Twenty One<br><strong>Faction::.</strong> Popular<br><strong>Label::.</strong> Queen Bee<br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> Secretly Bisexual<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/xqm2dg.jpg)</div><strong>Name::.</strong> Callie Dawson.<br><strong>Age::.</strong> Eighteen.<br><strong>Faction::.</strong> Popular.<br><strong>Label::.</strong> Elite Jock.<br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> Bisexual<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/e2c9014fdcd34d0e01d39a631e190c07/tumblr_mg755g83yZ1qgihd9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name::.</strong> Lily Blythe<br><strong>Age::.</strong> 19<br><strong>Faction::.</strong> Popular<br><strong>Label::.</strong> The A Girl<br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> Straight<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.malecelebnews.com/wp-content/images/2011/11/Steven-R-McQueen-By-photographer-Yunice-Kang-for-Hardly-magazine-01.jpg)</div><strong>Name::.</strong> Jayden Miller.<br><strong>Age::.</strong> 22 years.<br><strong>Faction::.</strong> Popular.<br><strong>Label::.</strong> Mr. Popular.<br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> In Closet Gay<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft"> (http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g186/Cabalxxvi/My%20Role%20Play%20Pics/Labeled/JasonAldean_zps869bf8d2.jpg) (http://s56.photobucket.com/user/Cabalxxvi/media/My%20Role%20Play%20Pics/Labeled/JasonAldean_zps869bf8d2.jpg.html) </div><strong>Name::.</strong> Bo Dallis<br><strong>Age::.</strong> 22<br><strong>Faction::.</strong> Popular<br><strong>Label::.</strong> Musician/Singer<br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> Straight<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hnCD_KQkUvE/UwT6UxcW22I/AAAAAAACN00/ucxYVZjjedE/s1600/michael+b+jordan.jpg)</div><strong>Name::.</strong> Darrius King<br><strong>Age::.</strong> 21<br><strong>Faction::.</strong> Popular<br><strong>Label::.</strong> Triple-Threat<br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> Straight<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://coolweakspot.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/tumblr_m3er4hcn5m1qa5fz0o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name::.</strong> Grant Probst<br><strong>Age::.</strong> 24<br><strong>Faction::.</strong> Popular<br><strong>Label::.</strong> Rebel<br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> Straight<br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Un-Populars</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/uDDqXRb.jpg)</div><strong>Name::.</strong> Morgan Cohen<br><strong>Age::.</strong> 22<br><strong>Faction::.</strong> UnPopular<br><strong>Label::.</strong> Gamer Nerd<br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> Pansexual<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.dramafever.com/st/news/images/iu_with_sony_camera_in_white_wide_framed_glasses-3434.jpg) </div><strong>Name::.</strong> Layla Park.<br><strong>Age::.</strong> 19 Years.<br><strong>Faction::.</strong> UnPopular<br><strong>Label::.</strong> Photography Geek.<br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> Straight<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft"> (http://i62.tinypic.com/11j8314.jpg) </div><strong>Name::.</strong> Evangeline Blake <br><strong>Age::.</strong> Twenty - Two<br><strong>Faction::.</strong> Unpopular<br><strong>Label::.</strong> Whore<br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> Bisexual<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/34iivxg.jpg)</div><strong>Name::.</strong> Alana Giordano<br><strong>Age::.</strong> Twenty<br><strong>Faction::.</strong> Un-Popular<br><strong>Label::.</strong> Book Worm<br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> Straight<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjE3OTIyMzI4NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODgwNzg5OA@@._V1__SX1394_SY750_.jpg)</div><strong>Name::.</strong> Erick de Hershaw<br><strong>Age::.</strong> 20<br><strong>Faction::.</strong> Unpopular <br><strong>Label::.</strong> Shy Guy<br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> Straight (into light)<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.stitchfashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Screen-Shot-2012-01-24-at-8.15.33-PM-450x600.png)</div><strong>Name::.</strong> Peter Simon<br><strong>Age::.</strong> 18 years old<br><strong>Faction::.</strong>&nbsp; UnPopular<br><strong>Label::.</strong> Geek<br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> Straight<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft"> (http://i.imgur.com/rjnoMzV.png?2) </div><strong>Name::.</strong>Luke Mclair <br><strong>Age::.</strong> 19<br><strong>Faction::.</strong> Unpopular<br><strong>Label::.</strong> Street rat <br><strong>Sexuality::.</strong> Bisexual<br><br><br></div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Links</span><br><br>The Recruiting Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=209827.0)<br>Out Of Character (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=209911.0)<br>Character Sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=209916.0)<br>In Character Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=209991.0)</div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AliceInLace</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 00:12:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i57.tinypic.com/2m4ucfc.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Allison Burkley</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Queen Bee</span><br><br><br><br>It was the beginning of a new year at WHU and Allison was head cheerleader. She drove up in her custom purple bug and parked in the lot that many of the populars frequented. She got out and grabbed her suitcases before making her way to the girls dormitory. She opened the door slowly and smiled as she sat her things on the four post bed. She began to hang her clothes in the wardrobe, many of them carrying name brands with a shoe collection to match. She walked in to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, her blonde hair was braided to the side and she wore a loose peachy top with short jean shorts. She reapplied lip gloss and smiled at herself, she was ready for the day.<br><br>Most of today would be consisting with catching up with friends and getting settled into the dorm. Ally decided she would head to the dining hall to grab a bite. She grabbed her bag and left her dorm and made her way down the hall. After descending the stairs and walking down another hall she found herself in the dining hall where there was a kitchen and buffet style table set up for the first day lunch. She walked over and grabbed a tray and a plate and put some fruit on it. She continued to walk until she came to the pizza and grabbed a slice pepperoni and bacon, her favorite.<br><br>After grabbing a coke she walked over to the popular table, even in college it was thee place to be. She smiled and took her normal seat and looked around, wondering when others would be in. She began to eat the fruit quietly as she opened up a Cosmo magazine and looked through the articles. Ally was still a bit suprised that titles and labels were still a big deal in university, her fathers voice always came to her mind however. <em>'It's never about where you are... only about where you came from and who you know.'</em> he always say. More and more everyday did that appear to be true and many befriended Ally because of her name rather then her intelligence. <br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> No One || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Bored&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Sweet Summer (http://www.polyvore.com/sweet_summer/set?id=122499727&amp;lid=3583343)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AliceInLace</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 00:52:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i58.tinypic.com/34iivxg.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Alana Giordano</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bookworm</span><br><br><br><br>Alana arrived at the school early to be sure to get her dorm all straightened out right away. She put away her bags of clothes and mounds of books onto her shelf. She wore her dark hair up in a curled bun and had on simple seafoam skinny jeans and a white tee, very comfy casual. With a book in hand she made her way down to the dining hall where she heard they were serving pizza to welcome the students. She smiled and grabbed a plate and two pepperoni slices and a cold Dr. Pepper, she finished off with a chocolate chunk cookie and headed to a table.<br><br>She sat down and noticed Alison, the head cheerleader, sitting at her normal table waiting for the rest of the richies to arrive. She rolled her eyes and opened up her book and began to read as she ate her pizza. She flipped the page slowly, letting the words take her away from this title driven society. Alana grew up middle class and worked in the book store to help out her father. The only reason she got into WHU was due to a scholarship she so luckily received that's to her writing. Alana wanted to become a writer like all the great authors before her, she loved the idea of people escaping with her stories. <br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> No One || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> In Thought&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Seafoam Dream (http://www.polyvore.com/seaform_dream/set?id=121387630&amp;lid=3583377)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cabalxxvi</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 01:37:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g186/Cabalxxvi/My%20Role%20Play%20Pics/Labeled/JasonAldean_zps869bf8d2.jpg) (http://s56.photobucket.com/user/Cabalxxvi/media/My%20Role%20Play%20Pics/Labeled/JasonAldean_zps869bf8d2.jpg.html)</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">Bo Dallis</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">The Musician</span><br></div><br>A large black diesel truck came pulling into campus, the revving of the motor could easily be heard coming up the long drive of the college campus, and the black smoke pouring out of the customer smoke stack in the bed of the truck was pouring out the top. Granted the truck was using bio diesel fuel it was still a huge black cloud of smoke. The new tires squealed as the truck was parked in an empty stall, and Bo made sure to park diagonal in the stall to avoid dings in the truck. The truck was almost as immaculate at the man in the truck. <br><br>The door of the truck opened, and out stepped onto the side step of the truck a big black alligator cowboy boot, and Bo stood to take in the sight of the school. The place was nice, and it had better be for the fortune he spent to go to this school. He was the top of his class in the performing arts, and it had made him quite popular in Nashville, but his wasn't Nashville, and he don't know if his singles had been heard this far out. <br><br>Bo hopped down off the truck, and closed the door. He was about an average height of 6'1" and was well built. He worked out everyday. He had to keep up his appearance since he was a singer. He wore a tight pair of boot cut Levi's and a white tee shirt that was skin tight, and showed his eight pack through. He had a black vest over the shirt that was open, and Celtic cross necklace about his neck in 14k white gold. His wrists were setup with thick leather bracelets, and atop his head was a black leather cowboy hat with a cow skull medallion right in the center. <br><br>His features in the face were soft, and he had a pin stripe cut for his facial hair that met with his hair line. It was styled, without the mustache. His eyes were a bright sky blue that just sang out to anyone that looked at them. His voice was decently deep, and his singing voice was to die for. He had signed up for the performing arts degree as his major, and a minor in philosophy. The man was a walking, talking, breathing, pile of sexy, and the ladies in the campus made sure by staring quite hard as he started his walk to the main entrance of the college.<br><br><br>Location = Main Campus Building || Talking to = No One || Feeling = Fantastic || Currently wearing = Read my post ;) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 02:57:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i.imgur.com/cjcZ6tp.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Morgan Cohen</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Gamer Nerd</span></div><br>Morgan saw the crest of the hill approaching and rose out of the saddle, her toned legs pumping quickly as she sprinted the final stretch up the hill, her bike rocking gently underneath her. As she reached the crest of the slope, she took a moment to relax, her heart racing. She'd made good time, she noticed, glancing down at the small computer clamped to her handlebars which tracked her heart rate, cadence, speed, and overall time. That was good. Now she'd reached the fun part, and so she leaned forward, dropping to the lower handlebars and shifting into high gear to see just how fast she could go on the downhill towards the campus.<br><br>Downhills are exhilarating. Nothing stands in the way of a cyclist and top speed on a downhill. Morgan was great at them, and had practiced holding her body to minimize drag while still enabling her to pedal on her bike's specially modified high gears. She'd hit 100km/h a few times, a truly unsafe speed on any bike, but today she was a little more moderate, conscious of the motorists around her and the pack on her back. Still, she found herself passing a few cars on the way into campus. When she stepped off her bike in front of the dorm, she realized how hard she'd worked, and decided to go in and take a shower. Her father would be meeting her after lunch to help her move in her actual things, but she'd decided to bike to campus first and get some lunch in the dining hall.<br><br>She left her bike in her room (a spacious single) and took a change of clothes out of her backpack before heading to the bathroom and quickly showering off. Tying her wet light brown hair up in an unruly knot, she slipped on the plain white t-shirt and red shorts before heading to eat. She grabbed a sandwich and some salad, and sat down next to a girl who seemed absorbed in her book. As she ate, she flipped through a printout covered in what seemed like random strings of numbers and letters, occasionally making a mark or drawing a line with a pencil. The arcane printouts were lists of memory locations, and Morgan was trying to figure out ways to make the game (for they were derived from the code of a game) load bits it wasn't supposed to in places you ordinarily couldn't. Memory manipulation usually cut the length of a speedrun, even of a modern game, to mere minutes, and she was excited to be finally involved in the routing of a game (she'd been running for years, but had never had the technical know-how to do more than use tricks other people had found. All those computer science courses were finally paying off).<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Nobody || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Good || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> T-shirt and shorts<br></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 22:43:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://www.gq.com/images/moty/2013/michael-b-jordan/michael-b-jordan-gq-magazine-men-of-the-year-december-2013-style-01.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darrius King</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Triple-Threat</span><br><br><br><br>The roar of a powerful engine could be heard as Darrius approached in his black/red 69 Camaro SS (http://cdn.celebritycarsblog.com/wp-content/uploads/Rob-dyrdek-camaro-rogue-status.jpg). And the music, especially the bass was loud enough for people in the parking lot to hear it, and if they got close enough to vibrate through them. That's just how Darrius liked it; loud and powerful. Today was his first day at WHU after being forced to transfer schools due to that nasty riot a while back. He wasn't sure why, because it wasn't even his fault! But it was cool. New school, new friends, new beginnings. He did like a challenge after all. <br><br>Before he'd left home, he made sure to smoke like 4 or 5 bowls to get a good buzz going, and now as he drove he was still smoking. Oh yeah, he was definitely feeling the high and was grateful for it. First day of school was always stressful. He parked next to a purple Beetle and let the top down on his car as he turned it off. A misty haze rose out and he giggled at just how much the vape had filled up the inside before he let it out. <br><br>Getting out, he gathered all his luggage and found his way to his room. He'd gotten the biggest room they offered and was happy he did. It was a nice room and he'd have plenty of fun in here, whether smoking, gaming, or entertaining his new lady friends. When he'd unpacked, a grumbling stomach had him making a beeline for the cafeteria, and they were serving pizza...it's like they already knew him. Suppressing a giggle fit, he got 4 slices of pizza, and two bottles of Powerade, then found his seat. He looked around and already liked what he saw. So many beautiful women, so little time.<br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> No One || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Buzzed&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> School Days (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=96414744)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 23:29:47</strong>
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				<div align="center">Peter Simon<br><br>The Geek</div><br>Peter adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. <br><br>College was...overwhelming. It was certainly not highschool, that was for sure. There were just so many people everywhere, doing whatever they wanted, not a parent in sight. While he was used to such freedoms back home, there was still the knowledge that his parents were in the same house, that their would always be a home cooked meal on the table, or food for him to freely take whenever he wanted. College wasn't quite that way. He had a meal plan and all, but anything extra had to come out of his own&nbsp; pockets. That wasn't an issue though. It took some getting used to. But it meant eating in the Dining Hall, with hundreds of other students, the constant din of hundreds of people talking filling his ears.<br><br>He was dressed as he always dressed - smartly. A nice collared polo shirt and a clean pair of jeans - not the ones with designer labels or that fake worn look (or even holes! He didn't understand why people paid for jeans that already had holes in them!) - and some converse shoes. And his black glasses, of course. He never went anywhere with out them. They helped him see details and read - and he did a lot of reading. Grabbing a tray, he ended up getting a slice of pizza, some fries, and a soda. But then came the hard part - where to sit?<br><br>There wasn't a solitary table so he ended up sitting at a large table where two other girls were already sitting - both thumbing through books and generally not talking. He figured that they were the best bet at avoiding conversation and any sort of awkwardness. He set his tray down at the end of the table and sheepishly sat down, sipping from his soda before taking a bite out of his pizza.<br><br>Location::. Dining hall || Talking To::. Nobody || Feeling::. Good || Wearing::. Collared shirt and Jeans
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 23:43:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i.imgur.com/cjcZ6tp.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Morgan Cohen</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Gamer Nerd</span></div><br>Morgan looked up at the new boy who'd just sat down at their table. He seemed young, must be a freshman, she thought. His youth made her a bit more conscious of the time she'd taken off between high school and university, she'd had a good time globetrotting, but it had left her a decidedly old sophomore at 22. Even the friends she'd remembered from high school (her heart still skipped a beat when she thought of Allison) were frighteningly ahead of her in school now. Still, this new one looked nice enough, if shy.<br><br>"Freshman?" she asked, shifting over a chair to be across the table from him. "I don't think I've seen you around before. I'm Morgan, sophomore, comp-sci. You?" Her words came quickly, as they always did. Even though she spoke rapidly, it never seemed like she was rushing, more that she naturally was simply thinking faster than she could speak. "You're gonna like it here, I promise."<br><br>Morgan noticed another new face at the next table, one who looked oddly familiar to her, although she couldn't place him exactly. "Well, as long as we're being friendly," she raised her voice, "Hey new kid! Over here, we're making friends." As he turned in response to her call she got a whiff of him. "And you should tell me your hookup, smells like you got the good shit." She gave him a warm (if slightly awkward) smile, and beckoned him over.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Peter, Darrius || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Friendly || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> T-shirt and shorts<br></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AliceInLace</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 01:04:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i58.tinypic.com/34iivxg.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Alana Giordano</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bookworm</span><br><br><br><br>Alana looked up as a girl with her hair pulled back sat next to her, she gave a smiled but looked down at her book. She usually wasn't one to talk to people unless they were in her book club... or it was over books... or book related. She wouldn't stop talking when it came to the written word. That was one of the reasons that she absolutely loved working at the book story not far from the university. She flipped the page as she continued to read, eating rather mindlessly.<br><br>Soon another student, a man with glasses, also joined their table. She looked up with a bit of surprise on her face, never has she had so many people around her. She almost had the urge to move if it wasn't for the other girl beginning to talk. She closed her book slowly as she watched the girl speak, introducing herself. She looked at the boy trying to decide where he'd end up, the school was very label oriented and the populars never associated with the nons. <br><br>Soon Morgan called over to a male that wasn't sitting far, he looked like he should be a popular. He seemed very slick and suave, probably going to be on one of the sports teams. When Moran mentioned his hook-up, Alana shook her head. She knew a lot of people were into getting their fix but she wasn't one. She was just about to grab her things and leave when a dude in dreads came around to pass around special lollipops. Alana shook her head no and watched him leave, moving on to his next target.<br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> No One || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Overwhemed&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Seafoam Dream (http://www.polyvore.com/seaform_dream/set?id=121387630&amp;lid=3583377)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 01:09:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://www.gq.com/images/moty/2013/michael-b-jordan/michael-b-jordan-gq-magazine-men-of-the-year-december-2013-style-01.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darrius King</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Triple-Threat</span><br><br><br><br>He was in his own little world as he drizzled a bit of ranch dressing onto the top of his first slice of pizza. He nearly moaned into the food when it hit his taste buds and his stomach immediately began to thank him. He was halfway through it when a voice cut through the background noise. And the title "new kid" caused him to turn his head because that's what he was and in his inebriated state, the only person she could mean was him. Well he liked making friends, so her invitation was welcomed.<br><br>&nbsp;He got up and made his way over, then giggled when she said he should give her the number of his supplier. Sitting down, he took a gulp of his drink and pulled out his phone. "I smoke nothin' but the best, and I got his number on speed dial if you really want it. Tell him I referred you and you get a discount since i'm so good for business. Oh, and I've got some more on me if you wanna puff later.<br><br>And I'm Darrius by the way. Darrius King. Heheheheh." Honestly he had no idea what was so funny just then, but it was, and he couldn't help laugh. When the white kid with the dreads walked in, he immediately pointed him out as a fellow weed connoisseur. He gratefully took a lollipop as he went about his way. Putting it down on his tray, he held his hand out to the girl. "What's your name?" He knew there was another girl and a guy there, but right now he could only register one person at a time. Because he had indeed been smoking the good shit.<br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Morgan || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Buzzed&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> School Days (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=96414744)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cabalxxvi</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 02:00:40</strong>
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				<br><br><div align="center">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g186/Cabalxxvi/My%20Role%20Play%20Pics/Labeled/JasonAldean2_zps4facf7ac.jpg) (http://s56.photobucket.com/user/Cabalxxvi/media/My%20Role%20Play%20Pics/Labeled/JasonAldean2_zps4facf7ac.jpg.html)<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Bo Dallis<br><br><br>The Artist</span></div><br>Bo had been outside, and seen all the commotion, and everyone heading into what he assumed was the dining hall. He left his bags in the back of the large black pickup, and headed to the dining hall. He walked through the double doors of the dining hall, and was tipping his hat, and head to the ladies, and shaking hands with guys that talked to him. He was rather popular with the students, maybe that had gotten a hold of a few demo's<br><br>He looked at the meals being served, and and moaned in disgust, "Hey y'all got anything other than pizza?" He asked. Bo was answered with a quick no, but there is a salad bar, and the grill over there, but they are closed down. the only thing you can get is fried food." This lunch lady stated. Bo walked to the salad bar, and took an apple, "This'll do just nicely." He turned, and headed to the more crowded area of the dining hall and spotted the groups. <br><br>"Man, I though High School was over, " He stated to himself. "The cliques are all here, just like normal." He chuckled to himself. That southern drawl rang out, and anyone that would listen to him would notice, it wasn't hard to miss. He spotted a few women at the tables, and he started to make his own assumptions in his head. With a white side smile he sat down at a table that had a just a couple people sitting there, and he spotted that caramel woman reading that book, "What'ya reading ma'm, " He asked? <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Location::. Dining Hall || Talking To::. Alana (the bookworm) || Feeling::. Intrigued&nbsp; ||</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AliceInLace</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 01:14:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i58.tinypic.com/34iivxg.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Alana Giordano</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bookworm</span><br><br><br><br>Alana looked over as a man in a hat walked over and sat at their table, she looked him over in a bit of awe. It was as if he walked right out of a country music video. She kept quite for a moment until he mentioned high school being over, she had to laugh. She looked over to him "It was never a high school thing." she stated "It's something that happens anywhere, school... work...life is separated by who much money you have and who you know." she nodded. She personally didn't mind it that way, they just go through life not questioning it and everything works out. It's when people begin to cross the status quo that troubles are caused. <br><br>She looked down at her book as he asked about it, its cover was black and its pages were lined in green. She smiled brightly "Oh it's Wicked! I absolutely love this book. I mean the scandals and romance and power is extremely captivating. I have read it at least twenty times." she rambled on. She loved speaking of her novels and usually got really excited when she spoke about them.<br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Guy in a Hat || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Excited&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Seafoam Dream (http://www.polyvore.com/seaform_dream/set?id=121387630&amp;lid=3583377)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 01:17:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dramafever.com/st/news/images/iu_with_sony_camera_in_white_wide_framed_glasses-3434.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Layla Park<br><strong>Label:</strong> Photography Geek<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Dining Hall Building on Campus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A baby pink skirt (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/xajo2w-l-c680x680-skirt-pink-gold-vintage-short-watch-fashion-high-waisted-spring-cute-girly-baby-pink-shell-pink-waist-high-cusual-fancy-pleated-crisp-solid-pastel-solid-colour-shorts-pink-ballonsk.jpg), white tights, pale pink, brogue shoes (http://marieclaire.media.ipcdigital.co.uk/11116/00004018e/51a4_orh100000w192/faith3.jpg) and grey, heart t-shirt. (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_317520414_00-1.0x0/grey-round-neck-women-long-sleeve-black-heart.jpg) With her glasses, of course! With her FujiFilm Polaroid Camera (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41N33eTy8CL._SY300_.jpg) dangling from her neck.<br><hr><br><em>Click.</em> The sound of a camera going off sounded and the girl pulled the pink Polaroid camera from her face, brown eyes still cast up at the beautiful building ahead of her. As the photo was ejected from the bottom of her camera, she took a hold of it between her groomed fingers and shook it lightly, letting the camera fall back against her chest. Her free hand gripped her plain white suitcase handle, which she held tight to her side as she watched the photograph form before her eyes. She smiled at the finished image and slipped it into her backpack (http://i00.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/1227065614_2/Women-Leather-Lace-Backpack-Bag-Schoolbag-Tote-Handbag-Bookbag-Bow-Cute.jpg), retrieving her earlier prepared campus map at the same time before setting off in search of her accommodation building. Her eyes cast down the map, she occasionally glanced up, completely lost as she traveled down the many paths that the University campus consisted of. Her hopes that someone would notice her confusion was crushed with every passing person, seemingly not even noticing her smaller frame. Standing at only 5'0" did have it's cons, but she was still a human being!<br><br>Layla pouted as she spared another glance at her map; it didn't help that she could barely read this map. Or any map for that matter. Road maps were the worst! Anyway! Layla lifted her rounded face and glanced from side to side, eyebrows furrowed together anxiously. She hadn't even began her semester and she was already flustered! As she glanced to the right and caught sight of a blonde girl approaching, she plucked up her courage and parted her lips to speak.<br><br>"Excuse....."<br><br>That all she could manage before the girl brushed past her, her eyes cast down to her phone. Sighing heavily, Layla slumped her shoulders; she should really learn to speak up. <br><br>"C'mon, Layla. You can do this." The girl muttered to herself, spinning around in the middle of the path to see if she could catch anyone else's attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 01:27:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">Peter Simon<br><br>The Geek</div><br>Peter looked up and blinked, then glanced to his side. He thought he had been mistaken but the girl was clearly talking to him. She even had slid into the chair opposite him. He blinked again, slightly dumbfounded before he was able to muster a response.<br><br>"I, uh, I'm Peter, er, Freshman and undecided." He responds, shifting a little in his own seat. He wasn't sure who she was or why she was so confidant that he would enjoy it here, but just like that, her eyes had clearly spotted some one 'bigger and better' (as he liked to put it), her attention shifting to some one behind him.<br><br>He cringed at the obvious talk of drugs. He had never done them and never wished to do them. It was a turn-off on all levels when he saw some 'druggie' or someone who smoked either. He shrunk into himself, returning his eyes to his tray of food. He quickly decided that he had picked the wrong table to sit at but there was no excusing himself with out coming off as hostile. So he hoped she would scoot back over to the other end of the table to have her drug-related conversation with her newer friend and interest.<br><br>Location::. Dining hall || Talking To::. Morgan/Darius|| Feeling::. Uncomfortable || Wearing::. Collared shirt and Jeans
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AliceInLace</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 01:57:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i57.tinypic.com/2m4ucfc.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Allison Burkley</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Queen Bee</span><br><br><br><br>Allison watched the several train wrecks before her and pursed her lips, the year just began and opposites were already mingling. She stood up and smiled her warm sweet smile and walked over to the disgracing table. She knew she had to be subtle, the more charming she was the better it would go. She leaned over the table between Morgan and the guy smelling heavily of weed, she parted her lips slowly "I see we have some new faces." she smiled. She then looked to Morgan "I would assume you not trying to hog all of the new people." she spoke in a lighthearted joking voice, though she knew she'd catch the hint.<br><br>Morgan and Allison actually had a past together, one Ally would never admit to. Morgan and Ally went to high school together and even more so, they used to be friends. In their senior year things turned and Ally became rather confused about her sexuality and felt Morgan was the only one could trust. They had a fling for a small while but Allison was afraid how being into girls would change her world. She still could feel a flutter in her heart when Morgan was even around. However, her father put a lot of pressure on her to 'chose her friends wisely' and how popularity can really help her get her dream.<br><br>She looked back at the table and smiled "Hey, are any of you guys musicians?" she asked "You see, I am having a huge party to celebrate the Clean the Cape event but I have no entertainment." she spoke with a slight pout. She smiled "My uncle is a producer for a huge music company but he said he has no available acts." she added.<br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Morgan, Darrius, Bo || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Confident&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Sweet Summer (http://www.polyvore.com/sweet_summer/set?id=122499727&amp;lid=3583343)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 02:08:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i.imgur.com/cjcZ6tp.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Morgan Cohen</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Gamer Nerd</span></div><br>Morgan almost flinched when Allison addressed her. So that was how it was going to be. She turned back towards Peter. Surely Allison could have no issues with Morgan mixing with 'her own kind', as it were? Morgan almost hoped Allison would object; there was still a part of her that wanted Allison to reject all of the social obligations and lines, a part of Morgan that wanted what little they'd shared to mean more than it did. But Allison had chosen her sides, and made quite clear to Morgan (who was not inept, even if she sometimes pretended to be for convenience's sake) which sides they were on.<br><br>"Nice to meet ya, Pete" Morgan spoke almost apologetically, with a slightly rueful expression, "Things here can be kind of stratified sometimes." She slouched down in her seat a bit. "I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to ditch me and try your luck with Ally, but," she glanced over at Allison and then back to Peter, "No offense but I think you're better off with me."<br><br>She drained the last of her glass of water, and started assembling her dishes in preparation to bus her table. "So what are you into, Pete?" She might as well try to make the best of the situation, or at least do <em>something</em> to try and get her (apparently now unrequited) longing for Allison back into a manageable range.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> dining hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Peter || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> rejected || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> T-shirt and shorts<br></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 16:43:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/xqm2dg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callie Dawes.<br><strong>Label:</strong> Elite Jock.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of dining hall, then inside dining hall.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Layla and then everyone who is currently in the dining hall.<br><strong>Feeling:</strong> Normal.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;This. &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/day_off/set?id=109621381)<br><hr><br>With a yawn, Callie decided that it was about to time to get out of her car and head inside. Her early morning workout had zapped some of her energy and the dining hall was a good place to get re-energized. Getting out of the car, her heels touched the ashphalt and the rest of the blonde's body followed after. She placed her hip against the car door and with a push, the door closed and she locked it. She had never had her car broken into before but she would much rather be safe than sorry. She slid her keys into her Givenchy purse and headed towards the dining hall entrance. Her attention was grabbed by another young woman doing circles it seemed in the middle of the pathway. A little bubble of laughter escaped her pink frosted lips and she shook her head, blonde waves bouncing.<br><br>She was almost past the girl before she stopped in her tracks. She turned her head back towards the girl and looked at her more closely. She seemed confused about where to go and even though she didn't really look like the kind of girl Callie would ever associate with, she decided to take pity on the girl and ask if she needed any help. She sashayed back to where the girl stood, stopping just a few inches from her. Because she was tall, she towered over the petite little thing and could see she was holding a map in her hand.<br><br><strong><em>"If you're looking for the dining hall, just turn right around and keep going straight. I'm headed there right now. I'd offer to escort you but I'm late for a meet up."</em></strong> She hoped she didn't startle the girl before turning around and headed back in the direction she came.<br><br>She felt a little bad that she didn't escort the girl to the same place she was going but she was already five minutes late and knowing Ally, she wanted her friends on time. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at that thought and entered the dining room. Her blue eyes scanned the area for any sign of Ally or even Darrius, knowing that their kind usually flocked together. Her eyes finally found them and she cocked her head at the sight of the other people around. By the look on Ally's face, she knew that this wasn't her cup of tea. Shrugging her bare shoulders, she made her way over to them, weaving in and out of the other students who were mingling in the area. She caught sight of one guy's eye who had no shame in checking her out. She chuckled and looked down at her outfit and she couldn't really blame him. She sent him a wink before slowing down and stopping next to Ally.<br><br>She knew what side she belonged on and even though she would be just fine on either faction, it was Daddy's money that kept her in check. She nudged Ally's elbow with hers and then waved over to Darrius. The rest of the group she really didn't know so she skimmed her gaze over them.<br><br><strong><em>"So, what did I miss?"</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 17:13:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">Peter Simon<br><br>The Geek</div><br>Peters' confusion only increased when Morgan continued to speak to him. He flinched when she started speaking, trying to withdraw into himself even more, pretending he wasn't there. At the mention of Ally, he looked, brows furrowed in confusion.<br><br>He had never spoken to Ally - he only knew her name from having overheard conversation at the table and was smart enough to piece things together, realizing that ally was the 'Princess' at the other end of the table. If Morgan was in his 'class' then Ally was certainly out of this world. He didn't mingle with the likes of her, let alone have a snowballs chance in hell with being with her. So Morgans words took him by surprise and caused great confusion.<br><br>"What?!" He asked her confusion apparent on his face before she asked him what he was into.<br><br>"Uh, games and books and tech I guess. You?"<br><br>Location::. Dining hall || Talking To::. Morgan/Darius/Ally/All|| Feeling::. Uncomfortable || Wearing::. Collared shirt and Jeans
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 17:28:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dramafever.com/st/news/images/iu_with_sony_camera_in_white_wide_framed_glasses-3434.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Layla Park<br><strong>Label:</strong> Photography Geek<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside // Dorm Room // Dining Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Callie // Open<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A baby pink skirt (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/xajo2w-l-c680x680-skirt-pink-gold-vintage-short-watch-fashion-high-waisted-spring-cute-girly-baby-pink-shell-pink-waist-high-cusual-fancy-pleated-crisp-solid-pastel-solid-colour-shorts-pink-ballonsk.jpg), white tights, pale pink, brogue shoes (http://marieclaire.media.ipcdigital.co.uk/11116/00004018e/51a4_orh100000w192/faith3.jpg) and grey, heart t-shirt. (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_317520414_00-1.0x0/grey-round-neck-women-long-sleeve-black-heart.jpg) With her glasses, of course! With her FujiFilm Polaroid Camera (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41N33eTy8CL._SY300_.jpg) dangling from her neck.<br><hr><br>When the female voice sounded behind her, Layla seemed to jump in surprise, spinning around to stare up at the blonde girl through her white rimmed glasses. The brunette glanced her up and down, but the thing that she found most appealing of the girl was her beautiful golden locks bouncing against her shoulders as she walked away. She then realized that the girl had been talking to her. The petite Asian girl blinked, stepping forward slightly to call after the other.<br><br><strong>"T-Thank you!"</strong> Smiling contently, she turned back around to glance down at her map which she still held in one hand. Layla then realized that the other hadn't given her directions to the accommodation building like she had wanted, but to the dining hall building instead. She suddenly felt embarrassed for not speaking up before; her one chance to get proper directions and she blew it. Folding away the map into her backpack, her spare hand raised to tighten the messy bun on the top of her head and brush her fringe out of her eyes. <br><br>It took her a few more minutes to find what she was actually looking for, but once she'd found the dorm block and fished out her key from her backpack, Layla settled into the room she'd be staying in for the rest of her time at WHU. The girl started by unpacking her suitcase; hanging and folding her clothes precisely, taking out her expensive photography camera and setting it onto the provided desk along with some of her books and other stationary things she'd brought from home, and she even managed to test out the bed, flopping back onto the mattress and rolling around in the covers, only to get out two minutes later and remake her bed perfectly. Fixing her glasses, hair and clothes, she made sure she triple checked the contents of her backpack before heading out, making sure to lock her room behind her.<br><br>Once outside again, Layla tossed her head back, smiling up at the sun with a gentle sigh; the campus was even more beautiful in the sunlight. Raising her hands to grip the straps of her backpack at her shoulders, she made her way back around to the dining hall building. When a guy offered her a piece of colourful paper - a flyer of some sort - she took it happily and carried on her way, staring down to the information provided on the leaflet as she walked. <em>A party?</em> Layla continued into the building blindly, pushing open doors where she could as people avoided bumping into her. When she looked up again, she realized she was in the dining hall which was filled to the brim with students of all kinds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 17:52:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.malecelebnews.com/wp-content/images/2011/11/Steven-R-McQueen-By-photographer-Yunice-Kang-for-Hardly-magazine-01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jayden Miller<br><strong>Label:</strong> Mr. Popular<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside // Dining Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Layla // Callie // Allison // Darrius // Open<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White &amp; Grey top (http://nyfashioncity.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/mens-long-sleeve-raglan-t-shirt-womens-slim-fit-raglan-long-sleeve-baseball-t-shirts-mens-baseball-varsity-tee-mens-baseball-jersey-top-us-sz-S-M-L_grey-detail.jpg) with a pair of Levi blue jeans (http://www.putinstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/levi-jeans-41.jpg) and a pair of Timberland boots. (http://marketing.24h.com.vn/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/timberland-boots.jpg)<br><hr><br>The sun was shining, there was a gentle breeze in the air and the University was already in full-swing; all the newbies excited him and it was even better to see old friends. His summer vacation was spent abroad in the Bahama's tanning and partying, with the occasional fumbling around in between. The best thing about his summer vacation was that nobody knew him there, and he could just be himself. Jayden had already unpacked his stuff and slept for around an hour; maybe to some that would seem anti-social, but he loved to sleep. Now that he'd prepared, he was ready for another semester at WHU. <br><br>Exiting his dorm room, he headed straight for the dining hall, which he knew would probably contain the most amount of students, maybe even some faculty as well. On his way, he gave familiar faces waves and verbal greetings, along with his signature smile. When he passed girls who quite obviously wanted his attention, he flashed them a grin, giving the occasional one a wink, sending them giggling and mumbling to their group of friends; he wasn't scared to keep up his facade. <br><br>After entering the building, he turned to take the double doors into the dining hall, bumping into something as he entered. Turning his head, he glanced around, only to cast his dark brown eyes down to see a much smaller Asian girl. Standing just over six foot tall, Jayden couldn't help but stare down at the girl; it could even come across as intimidating to some.<br><br><strong>"Sorry, didn't see you there."</strong> Jayden flashed her an apologetic smile before he turned and continued on his way.<br><br>As he turned back forwards, Jayden caught sight of some more familiar faces and he instinctively wandered over toward them, raising a hand in greeting and calling out their names in turn. <strong>"Allison, Callie!"</strong> His grin returned to his face as he got closer, stopping at the end of the table where they were all sat with some other people he didn't recognize. Then another familiar face came into view and with raised eyebrows, he greeted the other male. <strong>"Darrius! What's up, man? Didn't know you were coming here."</strong> They'd met previously through mutual friends, before he left for his vacation during the summer period. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 17:54:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i.imgur.com/cjcZ6tp.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Morgan Cohen</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Gamer Nerd</span></div><br>"Ally. Over there." Morgan gestured subtly down the table, so that Peter could see who she was talking about without making it obvious that she was pointing. "She used to be cool, but," Morgan shook her head, sadly, "She got real snobby once we got to college." Morgan wondered if her true feelings were obvious on her face. She thought they probably weren't, but she still worried. Even if Allison wanted nothing to do with her anymore, Morgan didn't want to be vindictive about things, and if people knew the way she felt (or, worse, knew how she thought Allison felt), things could definitely get awkward for the both of them. "Probably best to keep your distance, unless you're into that sort of thing, I guess."<br><br>"Oh, you're a tech person?" Morgan smiled, glad to have found something in common with the boy. He seemed an alright sort, if painfully shy. "I'm in computer science for a major, so I do a lot of tech stuff." She leaned forward, more engaged in the conversation. "Do you play video games? You probably play video games." She could tell she was overwhelming him a bit with her rapid-fire speaking, but she couldn't help it if she got excited. "I was just looking through memory addresses in Metroid Fusion, I'm hoping I can plan an out-of-bounds route for that game." She laughed, her earlier worries forgotten. "Out-of-bounds, in <em>that</em> game of all games? Can you believe it? It's going to be wild, though, the biggest shake-up that Fusion any-percent runs have seen in years, assuming that it's possible in an RTA and not just a TAS-only trick."<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Peter || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Nerdy || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> T-shirt and jeans<br></span></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jargon</div><div class="spoiler_body">(I figured I'd include some brief explanations of the jargon Morgan uses, since not all of you will necessarily be familiar with them, even if your characters might be. Feel free to skip this if you don't care. Out-of-bounds refers to, in a video game, going outside of the area the developers intended you to be able to access, usually leading to strange results like characters walking through or on ceilings and accessing areas dramatically out of order. In a speedrun, where you attempt to play through the game as fast as possible, this is incredibly useful as it can allow access to the endgame without first passing through earlier areas. Any-percent runs refer to not caring about how much of the game is actually completed, just getting to the end as fast as possible. Usually contrasted against low%, which tries to complete as little of the game as possible, and 100%, which completes all of the game. RTA is 'real-time attack', a term referring to games which are played by humans in real-time, contrasted against TAS, tool-assisted speedrun, which is where a playthrough is programmed frame-by-frame, using a specially designed emulator to achieve inhumanly perfect play. A TAS-only trick is a trick that is possible in terms of the game's coding, but impossible to actually do in real-time, generally because it requires button inputs faster than it is physically possible to press them)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 20:15:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://coolweakspot.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/tumblr_m3er4hcn5m1qa5fz0o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grant Probst<br><strong>Label:</strong> Rebel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside /// Dining Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jayden // Layla // Callie // Allison // Darrius // Open<br><strong>Wearing:This. (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/36/1c/e5/361ce56ac34bced9ededb7271cd93d9e.jpg) <br></strong><hr><br>Grant was panting hard as he slowed down into a jog just a hundred yards away from the dining hall. <em>Damn</em>, he thought to himself, <em>this isn't getting any easier</em>. The daily 5-mile run in the morning was almost like a ritual for him, and was something he continued to do even if he didn't need to pump iron anymore to keep himself in peak condition for football season. If anything, it was to keep himself from getting pudgy thanks to the nighty binges of beer and junk food. He didn't use to feel like he was running himself ragged at the end of the 5-mile, and now he felt like he was gasping for air.<br><br>He was just about to make a mental note to spend a bit more effort on cardio when the shock of blonde caught his eye, matched by the svelte curves that followed out of the car. <em>It's her!</em> He shouted to himself, sucking in a gulp of air to man the fuck up so he wouldn't look and sound like a weakling when he ran past her car, and making sure to keep his eyes set and forward so he doesn't look like he was just openly ogling her. When her back was turned his head swivelled back to resume checking her out.<br><br><em>Damn, what a hot piece of ass!</em><br><br>Of course, he wouldn't ever say it out loud, not when the feminist movement had been gaining in popularity and influence lately, and saying something like that would have shit-can him into the dog-house in the minds of every single girl on campus.<br><br>Walking about in circles for a while to cool off, he jogs himself up to the dining hall and smirks to himself at the lost-sheep look on the faces of the freshies.<br><br><em>Oh look at them, they still have their <strong>souls</strong>. Well, not for much longer they will!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 20:20:17</strong>
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				<div align="center">Peter Simon<br><br>The Geek</div><br>Peter looked over at Ally. Yeah, she was hot, but so far out of his league that he wouldn't even really pay attention to a girl like her. He probably wouldn't say a peep to her either - preferring to watch from afar. Creepy, yes, but the way he did things. He knew enough about girls to know that girls like Ally didn't give a rats ass about a guy like him. So he turned his attention back to Morgan - who seemed like she may also smoke Crack and not just Weed.<br><br>He nodded his head. "Yeah, but I'm more a purist." He responds. Sure, she was cute and smart, but why did she have to hack a game and smoke weed? He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see the point of out-of-bounds. I'm more of a 100-percenter. Cheating just defeats the purpose of the game and really isn't accomplishing anything if you ask me. I like beating the challenge set forth, not hacking the code to jump from Point A to Point C bypassing Point B."<br><br>Location::. Dining hall || Talking To::. Morgan/Darius/Ally/All|| Feeling::. Uncomfortable || Wearing::. Collared shirt and Jeans
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 21:10:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://www.gq.com/images/moty/2013/michael-b-jordan/michael-b-jordan-gq-magazine-men-of-the-year-december-2013-style-01.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darrius King</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Triple-Threat</span><br><br><br>Something told him to look over, and he saw a beautiful girl walking toward them. He'd definitely need to get to know her. He grinned and nodded to her when she leaned onto the table and talked to Morgan. He didn't see anything wrong with the way she was speaking tot he girl who'd greeted him in the first place, but she seemed nice enough...plus she was damn sexy, which was all he could really focus on right now. "I think there's enough of us to go around. I'm Darrius by the way. Pleasure to meet you."<br><br>&nbsp;He was about to turn back to Morgan when Ally asked about musicians. He perked up at that, like she <em>knew</em>. Did she? He was getting buzz lately, but he wasn't sure just how far it went. "Oh yeah. I'm a musician. I rap mostly, but I play a few instruments and sing too. I'd love to perform. I meant to get in touch with my agent about bookin' a show after I got settled, but this sounds perfect."<br><br>&nbsp;He hated to see a pretty girl frown, and hopefully this would help both her and him. He was still looking up at Ally when another blonde came up; Callie Dawes. He hadn't seen her in a while, but had expected to see her at some point today. He waved back and absentmindedly took a bite of his pizza. <br><br>Damn that was some good pizza. He was about to answer when a familiar voice greeted Callie and Allison(so that was her name). Looking at the man, he couldn't help but laugh when he recognized him. "Jayden! My dude! Good to see you, man," he said as he held his arms out wide to his friend. <br><br>First day here and he'd already hooked up with some good friends, and met a new one or two...good day so far. "And uh, yeah. You remember that last campus concert I had? Well it kinda...turned into a riot. The schoolboard said they didn't wanna risk it again so I had to transfer. But now I'm here and we can raise some hell. After I eat this pizza though." He wasn't even thinking as he took another bite and giggled. <br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Jayden, Callie, Allison || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Buzzed&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> School Days (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=96414744)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 23:31:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i.imgur.com/cjcZ6tp.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Morgan Cohen</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Gamer Nerd</span></div><br>"It's not cheating!" Morgan sounded indignant, "Everything we do in an RTA is done by a real person on an unmodified console. This," she gestured at her printouts, "is called 'research'." She sighed, and shook her head. Peter seemed disinterested, and she didn't want to push things further. "For what it's worth, my most competitive run is Super Metroid 100%. I'm not really good at the out-of-bounds stuff you have to do in the any% category on that game." It had been silly to expect anyone else here to really appreciate her hobby, which was niche even within the already-niche gaming community. She also felt a little sad about how quickly Darrius had abandoned her, but she supposed that she didn't have any hope of measuring up to Ally, when it came down to it.<br><br>"It's all about going fast, in the end. If you ever want to lose at some multiplayer, drop by my room, it's in the West building, room 370. Catch you later, then." She stood up and went to drop her dishes off at the kitchen, her cheeks a little flush from the interaction. On the way out, she walked by Layla, and noticed her camera. &nbsp;"Is that polaroid? Wow, you don't see many of those anymore. Vintage!" She didn't stick around to get into a conversation with the new girl, instead eager to get back and start unpacking.<br><br>It didn't take her long to get her room set up how she liked. Her father had stopped by to help her unload things, and before too long it was feeling like home again. Determined to make one last effort to be sociable for the new year, she carted her Wii U down to the common room and hooked it up to the TV. If people couldn't be friends over Mario Kart, they couldn't be friends at all, and she figured people would stop by to play with her soon enough, it was a common space after all. She set the system up and kicked back on one of the couches, idly riding through some of the maps as she waited for someone to actually show up to play with.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining hall -&gt; Dorm -&gt; Common room || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Peter, Layla, Whoever shows up || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> lonely || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> T-shirt and shorts<br></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 23:43:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Ariana Moore<br>The Rich Girl</strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/8368511/hair,redhead,pink,hair,beautiful,artistic,beauty-98dac7dc01fa88847956368fcf9e7bb7_h_large.jpg?1301518334)</div><hr><br>Ariana had just finished unpacking her suitcases and getting everything as ready as possible, in her dorm room. Working up quite an appetite, she decided it was time to stop by the dining hall, and pick up her class schedule. With her beige bag wedged beneath her arm, and Chanel sunglasses on her face, she headed out to the campus and began walking toward the dining hall. With a contented sigh would she look around, taking in the sights and her classmates, brown flat sandals clacking against the ground as she strode on, hips swaying. She wore denim short-shorts and a strapless, peach colored blouse which cinched at the bust and flowed around the waist, ever so slightly. Her necklace was the same as usual, a platinum wishbone necklace which hung at the space between her collar bones. <br><br>She passed the fountain in the center quad, then veered toward the dining hall and lifted her sunglasses so that they tucked some of her paprika fringe back and out of her face. She looked rather fresh-faced, even for her, perhaps getting some sort of a little thrill out of the anticipation she secretly felt at being back at University. What would this year hold for her? Parties with streaking and too much alcohol? Run-in's with the cops for noise violations? Hook-up's and one-night-stands? Or would this year be different? <br><br>In a way she was looking forward to finding out, for every year held the potential to be the best, and that was how she felt heading into the dining hall, passing through the main doors and glancing around with an innocent smile on her face. She headed to the food line and grabbed herself an Arizona iced tea, along with a sandwich made fresh from the deli, paying the cashier with a too familiar swipe of her credit card. Turning, she looked about for a table to sit at, biting at her lower lip. <br><br><hr><div align="center"><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> No one yet || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Hungry || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Jean shorts and a strapless pink top<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 20:02:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Peter Simon<br><br>The Geek</strong></div><br>Peter clearly said the wrong thing. Again. He was not a social butterfly.&nbsp; His interactions were always short lived. Whenever he felt like a girl might be interested in him he was always wrong. 'Forever a virgin', as he liked to refer to himself. He was never going to have a girlfriend, let alone have sex, or even get married down the line. He was sure his parents would be sad when they learned they'd never have grandkids but they hardly payed attention to him as it was, they'd probably not even notice that he'd never had a girlfriend. Morgan quickly turned from him but informed him of where she was roomed. Right, like he'd ever show up at her dorm room to play games! It was probably just some sort of trick she was playing on him - it was probably Ally's room and the girl probably had a football player boyfriend who'd beat the crap out of him. It had happened in HS, so why wouldn't it happen in college too?<br><br>Shaking his head, he finished his meal and then stood, abruptly, turning right into Ariana. "Oh shit. Sorry." He says, bumping her with his tray, luckily not spilling its contents all over her. He quickly assessed her as he always did - another one way out of his league, and rich, but the look of her designer clothes and necklace. His eyes quickly found the floor as he shuffled out of her way, hoping not to bring down any more wrath on his head today.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>Location::. Dining hall || Talking To::. Morgan/Ariana/Ally/All|| Feeling::. Under a Rock || Wearing::. Collared shirt and Jeans</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 05:06:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Ariana Moore<br>The Rich Girl</strong><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/8368511/hair,redhead,pink,hair,beautiful,artistic,beauty-98dac7dc01fa88847956368fcf9e7bb7_h_large.jpg?1301518334)</div><br>It wasn't unheard of to find Ariana off in her own little world on occasion, somewhere between day dreaming and plainly spacing out. After paying the lady at the cash register for her lunch, she drew her arm out and guided the straps of her bag down, unsnapping the opening of it, to shove her wallet back in its proper zippered compartment. Distracted with the straps and trying to get it angled in just the right manner, over her shoulder once again, while also managing the small tray she had been given, Ariana didn't even notice the body which stood right where she was trying to walk. <br><br>They bumped into each other, and she had no way of telling whose fault it was; not that she would have pointed the finger anyway. "Oh, sorry!" She offered, a natural reaction to such a mishap. Thankfully nothing on her tray had spilled, and admittedly, she did look at her own tray first, before glancing down at him, to make sure that he was alright. Her eyes scanned his features first, then strolled down his body, and back up again, just wanting to be sure that nothing obvious was out of place. "Are you alright?" But the shy looking boy was already backing away from her, making her brows crease with wonder. Was it something she had said? She hoped that he was really alright, regardless, and pursed her lips in his direction before heading the other direction, back toward the tables.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Peter || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Hungry || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Jean shorts and a strapless pink top<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AliceInLace</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 03:18:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i57.tinypic.com/2m4ucfc.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Allison Burkley</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Queen Bee</span><br><br><br><br>She stared as Morgan ran off after a very loud and long winded argument over her gaming, Allison couldn't help but feel bad. However her father made things very clear to her and she had to stay focused. She put a smile backon her face as Darrius responded "Perfect!" she exclaimed "My parents are out on business all week so I am throwing this HUGE party Tuesday." she nodded. She looked over as Callie nudged her "Oh hey Cals! I was just telling Darrius here about my party, he's a musician." she smiled. She was excited that the party was finally coming together, she always through the first party of the year as sort of a welcome back thing. <br><br>When Jayden approached them calling her and Callie out, she smiled "Jay! Annual party Tuesday, please tell me you're coming?" she asked. When he addressed Darrius she tilted her head with a bit or surprise "Oh you know each other? That's awesome! I just asked him to perform at the party." she informed Jayden. She looked around at the group, running her fingers through her dark blond waves "So you all going to the Clean The Cape tomorrow?" she asked. She already figured most of them were since it was a requirement for most classes, though some have skipped. <br><br>Clean the Cape was an annual event that the university hosted every year, first would be the cleaning of the beach... then there was a fundraising fair and the carnival on the pier and lastly a charity ball to honor those who helped. This year's theme was Masquerade and Allison couldn't be more excited. There was always events going on in there small cape town, especially at the university, so the students were rarely ever bored. Allison lookede up to a girl just walking in with red hair, from the looks of her clothes she was clearly wealthy. Allison smiled and waved her over "Hey, You can join us!" she smiled.<br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Darrius, Callie, Jayden, Ariana || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Excited&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Sweet Summer (http://www.polyvore.com/sweet_summer/set?id=122499727&amp;lid=3583343)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>07-08-2014, 22:14:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.malecelebnews.com/wp-content/images/2011/11/Steven-R-McQueen-By-photographer-Yunice-Kang-for-Hardly-magazine-01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jayden Miller<br><strong>Label:</strong> Mr. Popular<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside // Dining Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Callie // Allison // Darrius // Arianna // Open<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White &amp; Grey top (http://nyfashioncity.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/mens-long-sleeve-raglan-t-shirt-womens-slim-fit-raglan-long-sleeve-baseball-t-shirts-mens-baseball-varsity-tee-mens-baseball-jersey-top-us-sz-S-M-L_grey-detail.jpg) with a pair of Levi blue jeans (http://www.putinstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/levi-jeans-41.jpg) and a pair of Timberland boots. (http://marketing.24h.com.vn/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/timberland-boots.jpg)<br><hr><br>Jayden mimicked Darrius's motions, arms opening wide and he leaned in, giving him a brief hug before pulling away and grabbing his hand tightly; a friendly handshake of sorts before releasing him, a grin still at his face. <strong>"It's good to see you too, man! Holy shit, it's a small world, huh? Can't believe you're actually here."</strong> He laughed lightly, shaking his head a little. The fact that he'd transferred to this campus, of all campus's, was a complete coincidence, but he was glad for it. He laughed again at the others comment. <strong>"Raising hell. Sounds like a plan."</strong><br><br>Now Jayden turned his attention on the two beautiful ladies; Callie and Allison. He slung an arm around Callie's shoulders, pulling her in to land a quick kiss on her cheek, a handsome grin at his features, offering her a flirty wink. He then moved to Allison, doing the exact same; a kiss on the cheek and a cheeky wink. <strong>"Girls. Nice to see you again."</strong> When Allison mentioned about the party, Jayden responded with an immediate answer; there was no way in hell he was going to miss any party! Especially one that Miss. Queen Bee was throwing herself. <strong>"Hell yes. Consider me already there, babe."</strong> Upon hearing that Darrius was performing, his eyebrows raised sharply and he nodded as if appreciating the idea. <strong>"Nice choice. Nice choice. Yeah, I mean, we met through a mutual friend. I've seen Darrius perform once or twice, you're gonna love him, Ally-cat."</strong> His dark eyes flashed over to Darrius, giving a thumbs up for either taking the gig or offering his services. The 'Clean the Cape' party was sure to be one to remember.<br><br>Upon hearing Allison call out to someone else, Jayden turned to glance over his shoulder, a pretty redhead coming into his view. He glanced her up and down, smile fading for just a second as he noted that he didn't recognize her. It returned though, as bright as ever flashing his pearly whites at the newbie. <strong>"Yeah, come on over here."</strong> Jay extended an arm, beckoning her over to his side; ever the flirt. When he noticed she was talking to another new face, a guy in glasses, Jayden made his way over to them, arm slinking around the redheads shoulders, pulling her into his strong side. His eyes turned to Peter, flashing him a slightly unnerving smile before glancing back down to the girl. <strong>"You alright? Come hang out with us."</strong> Jay's head tilted, a cute questioning expression at his features as he awaited her reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>07-08-2014, 22:29:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dramafever.com/st/news/images/iu_with_sony_camera_in_white_wide_framed_glasses-3434.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Layla Park<br><strong>Label:</strong> Photography Geek<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Morgan // Callie // Jayden // Darrius // Allison // Open<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A baby pink skirt (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/xajo2w-l-c680x680-skirt-pink-gold-vintage-short-watch-fashion-high-waisted-spring-cute-girly-baby-pink-shell-pink-waist-high-cusual-fancy-pleated-crisp-solid-pastel-solid-colour-shorts-pink-ballonsk.jpg), white tights, pale pink, brogue shoes (http://marieclaire.media.ipcdigital.co.uk/11116/00004018e/51a4_orh100000w192/faith3.jpg) and grey, heart t-shirt. (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_317520414_00-1.0x0/grey-round-neck-women-long-sleeve-black-heart.jpg) With her glasses, of course! With her FujiFilm Polaroid Camera (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41N33eTy8CL._SY300_.jpg) dangling from her neck.<br><hr><br>Layla blinked as a blonde flashed by her in a second, speaking to her as she passed. She didn't even process what she'd said to her until she'd already passed her and the brunette quickly span, parting her lips to speak. Though she wanted to call out to her, her voice didn't carry. <strong>"Hey....Thanks..."</strong> Sighing heavily, she mentally scolded herself for not being louder or being brave enough to chase after her. Her petite hands raised to grip her camera, fingers running over it affectionately as she turned back to face the Dinning Hall.<br><br>Glancing around the hall, Layla took a few steps forward, dark hues falling on the back of the pretty blonde who'd given her directions previously. She looked to be with a group of friends and an anxious knotting sensation filled her gut. She wanted to talk to her, tell her that she was thankful for the directions she'd previously given her. Layla took another step forward, though her feet felt like stone blocks; they were impossible to move. Her dark, round eyes burned into the girls back as she tried to pluck up any courage she had inside of her. Unfortunately, she failed. And even worse? She accepted that she failed. Raising the camera around her neck to her eye, she took a picture of the girls back, the flash bright as the shutter made its soothing 'click'. She pulled it away from her quickly, taking out the Polaroid and flapping it in the air for it to dry. Layla stared down to the image of the blonde girl and her group of friends before popping it away in a side pocket on her backpack. She sure hoped nobody noticed her; it might have come across a little weird..<br><br>The small girl moved to a table, seating herself after removing her backpack and setting it on the chair beside her, twiddling her thumbs as she thought of something she could do. Food might be a good start.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 06:33:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://www.gq.com/images/moty/2013/michael-b-jordan/michael-b-jordan-gq-magazine-men-of-the-year-december-2013-style-01.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darrius King</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Triple-Threat</span><br><br><br>He didn't catch the look Ally gave the rapidly withdrawing Morgan, but smiled back at her. "Yes. You are," he said without really thinking it through, but once it was out there, he stood by it. She was damn good looking and he knew she knew it. He nodded slowly in understanding, as a no parents party was the best kind. <br><br>"Ooooo, you're bad. I like it. Can't wait." He casually waved at Callie and took a sip of his drink. "Yo." He hadn't seen Jayden in a while, so it was really good to catch up with him. They did the bro hug and shook hands; the common greeting pretty much anywhere for guys, and he shook his head. <br><br>"I know right? I can't really believe it either, but here we are." Jayden knew what time it was, and he agreed with the notion that it was party central now. "Yezzir...just, just no more riots. I don't feel like transferrin' again. Plus the people here seem pretty damn cool," he said with a slight sideways glance at Ally. <br><br>She really was gorgeous and he wanted to get to know her better, but he wouldn't leave Callie out either. He pretended to blush and kicked his foot on the floor when Jayden told the girls they'd like his performance. "Awww shucks. I aim to please. And pretty much we met at a party and just started hangin' when we could after that. When me and Jayden are in the buildin', you know it's a party."<br><br>&nbsp;She asked about Clean the Cape, and while he didn't know a lot, he'd done a bit of reading up before he came here. He knew what it was and what it represented. He could blow it off, but that would look bad since he'd only just got here. "Absolutely I'm goin'. I'll just be a bit out of my element. Maybe someone who knows her way around things could help me out?" He noticed the redhead and nodded along with the others. He didn't know who she was buy hey, the more the merrier.<br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Jayden, Callie, Allison || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Buzzed&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> School Days (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=96414744)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AliceInLace</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 04:35:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Time Skip</strong><br><br><em>The students have finished their day and soon fell asleep. The following day as the sun rose, the students woke and began to get ready to head to the beach fr Clean The Cape!</em><br><br>**West Hill Inquirer Updated!**<br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 05:11:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/e2c9014fdcd34d0e01d39a631e190c07/tumblr_mg755g83yZ1qgihd9o1_500.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Lily Blythe</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The A Girl</span></div><br>Lily Blythe arrived on campus on a bus. The greyhound coach pulled up to a station a few blocks away, in the center of town, and so Lily walked the rest of the way, dragging an old suitcase behind her. She looked, of course, flawless, wearing a white summer dress and brown sandals that strapped delicately across her feet. The sun was setting, painting the sky above the university a gorgeous red and purple. Lily would have liked to arrive sooner, but she didn't have a car or the money to choose her schedule, so she knew she'd arrive later than most. It wasn't a big deal, it was her second year at the school, after all, and she'd already had most of her belongings (meager though they were) shipped directly to her room.<br><br>She found her dorm and busied herself with unpacking, gnawing on a granola bar (she'd missed dinner, regrettably). Her roommate was out somewhere, but Lily figured she'd get to know them when they got back. Most of her thoughts were focused on the next day's Clean the Cape event. Lily had gotten herself put in charge of a pretty major project: repainting the welcome sign above the pier. It was a massive sign that would require a lot of co-ordination and artistic talent to cover, and she knew that she had the meticulous touch necessary to restore it to every bit of its former glory. Sure, it wasn't as important as actually cleaning the beach itself, but that was more Allison's department, anyway.<br><br>The real excitement would come days later at the ball, of course, but Lily knew that only hard work would make the event worth-while, and so she was sure to get to bed early, after preparing everything for the following day. She rose with the sun, and dressed herself in work clothes (shorts and a teal blouse, with a wide-brimmed hat to protect her from the sun). Of course she was one of the first people there, so she got her supplies from the groundskeeper's storage shack and went to talk to the volunteer coordinator to see who would be helping her.<br><br><strong>"Mrs. Fitzgerald's phoned to say she can't make it, so you'll need to recruit someone else to help, I'm afraid."</strong> The volunteer coordinator was a busy-looking middle aged woman in a bright green t-shirt carrying a clipboard and a hand radio. <strong>"Just ask around, I'm sure you can find someone who'd rather climb a ladder with a paintbrush than pick up garbage all day."</strong> Lily nodded, suppressing her irritation. Why couldn't Mrs. Fitzgerald have informed her sooner? She was an old woman, but usually reliable.<br><br>There was nothing to be done, of course, she'd have to find someone else. Thankfully, most of her crew was there, but Vincent and Charles (the two teenaged boys who'd agreed to help) weren't much good except to hold ladders, they had no hand for artistry or patience for restoration work, so Lily set out to pick a likely candidate from the throngs of volunteers already gathering around the beach.<br><br>She saw someone who looked (at least to Lily) like an artist, and tapped them on the shoulder. "Excuse me, would you mind maybe giving me a hand with something?" Asking someone flat-out like this wasn't ideal, but Lily was determined not to let this day go to waste.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> The pier || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Volunteer coordinator, open || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Industrious || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> Khaki shorts, wide-brimmed hat, and a teal blouse.<br></span></div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><br>(http://i.imgur.com/cjcZ6tp.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Morgan Cohen</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Gamer Nerd</span></div><br>So nobody came. Morgan eventually shrugged, and, wiping away a bit of moisture from her eyes, retreated to her room. People at this school wouldn't really understand her anyway, not the way she really was, not like her people. Her people, of course, were waiting for her. She slipped into her comfortable desk chair, and booted up her streaming rig. It was a series of hardware that allowed her to take video output from a game console and show it to her friends (and fans) online, a complicated array that involved special recording hardware, the video game console itself, and a computer dedicated simply to putting out the video result. She usually broadcasted daily, or at least twice a week.<br><br>"Not much terribly exciting today, folks, just doing some routing work." Routing referred to plotting a path through the game, testing different possibilities and determining the optimal choices in order to maximize speed. She wouldn't be attempting to set any records or even best her own personal top times, but instead working on the data she'd plotted earlier, determining which paths were viable and which needed inhuman precision to perform.<br><br>She got to bed at around 3am, and almost forgot that she was required (as were all the students in her department) to attend the clean the cape event the next day. All the computer scientists hated it, of course, but their professors said it was important to get them outside at least once a year, and so attendance was mandatory.<br><br>Morgan wore a t-shirt and shorts, work clothes, nothing fancy (the t-shirt did have Sonic on it, not that she expected anyone to notice). Grumpily, she collected a spike to spear trash on, and a bag to collect it in, and set off up the beach, hoping at least to be left alone, or not to run into Allison. She didn't think she had it in her to be civil to her old friend, at least not in the morning.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> the beach || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> open || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> tired || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> t-shirt and shorts<br></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AliceInLace</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 06:54:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i57.tinypic.com/2m4ucfc.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Allison Burkley</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Queen Bee</span><br><br><br><br>Allison smiled to Jayden and looked back to Darrius <strong>"Well I am definitely looking forward to seeing you there."</strong> she gave a playful wink. She looked over to Callie <strong>"I'm going to head to my dorm, I'll see you guys tomorrow right?"</strong> she looked to the rest. After a minute she left the dining hall and made her way to the girls dorms. She walked into the common room and noticed Morgan there, she paused for a moment before just walking pass. She made her way to her dorm and closed the door slowly, another day done.<br><br>She fell asleep soon after and tossed and turned through the night. The sun peeked into Allison's room and ran over her sleeping body. She stretched and pulled the blanket over her face and sighed. After a few moments she sat up slowly and walked to her bathroom and turned on the shower. Steam filled the room and the mirror quickly fogged over and Allison began t remove her silk pajama's. She stepped carefully into the shower and let hotter run over her lightly tanned body, soap in hair trailing over every curve.<br><br>She turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping herself in a towel and drying of. She wiped off the mirror and stared at her reflection <strong>"Remember, you are only as good as the company you keep..."</strong> she sighed, repeating her fathers words. She soon blow dried her hair and applied a light amount of make-up. She slipped on her bright pink tee and blue jean shorts and pulled her hair into the braid. She sipped on some strappy sandals and maid her way out of her dorm. <br><br>She hopped in her bug and made her way to the beach, seeing most people had already arrived. She got out with a smile and made her way to the volunteer tent and and grabbed her supplies, a bag and a garbage grabber to start, a paintbrush and paint for the pier. She began to make her way down the beach and picked up trash as she went along. She continued to look up, searching for others of her group to see if any of them had showed. She took notice of Morgan, in a Sonic tee in fact, she had to let out a soft laugh. She remembered when before things became complicated, they would play sonic for hours on end. Allison quickly straightened however, that time was over and her father made things very clear. If she didn't watch her step, he threatened to no longer pay for her college. <br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Pier, Clean the Cape || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> No One || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Ready to Go&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Clean The Cape (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=131495230)<br><br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cabalxxvi</strong> on <strong>12-08-2014, 01:03:24</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g186/Cabalxxvi/My%20Role%20Play%20Pics/Labeled/JasonAldean2_zps4facf7ac.jpg) (http://s56.photobucket.com/user/Cabalxxvi/media/My%20Role%20Play%20Pics/Labeled/JasonAldean2_zps4facf7ac.jpg.html)</div><br><br>Bo checked out everything in the dining hall, and he sure missed the chance to perform at the get together at that fine young blondes place, granted he wasn't all that butt hurt about it. That meant that he was going to get to mingle more with everyone, and especially the ladies, since he wouldn't be working that night. Bo had watched everyone in the dining hall depart for the evening, and snagged himself a small salad from the bar to take back to his truck, because he wasn't going to ask for the location of his room. <br><br><br>Bo opened the door to the truck, and slipped the bags that he had with him into the backseat, then kicked the seat all the way back to get some shut eye. The man did drive from Tennessee to get here, so he was rather exhausted. That could explain his lack of social skills the first day at the college. <br><br><br><hr><br><br>Bo woke up with a startle, then checked his watch. "Damn, I'm running behind. Thank god the classes haven't started yet." He stated with a little frustration in his voice. He slipped the keys into the ignition, and started the diesel. He needed to find this damn place, to bad he didn't have anyone with him to give him direction. He revved the motor, and pulled out, and slammed the gas out the entrance of the college. The truck could be heard by anyone within ear shot for sure, it wasn't quiet by any means.<br><br><br>He drove aimlessly for some time before he finally came to the beach. Thankfully they had signs posted for everything. He pulled the truck into a parking spot close to the area, and got out of the truck. He left the door open, and took a quick peek to make sure no one was looking that he would offend, and slipped off his shirt. The man was ripped that was for sure, and his arms were nice and big to match his definition. He wasn't grotesque big, but just right. He pulled the large black duffel bag close to him, and started to search for something to wear for a cleanup. <br><br><br>He pulled out a skin tight white T-shirt and slipped it over his frame, then dug out a pair of nice relaxed fit Levi's and some new socks. Bo sat on the edge of the truck, and pulled off the boots, then down went the pants. He was wearing a nice tight pair of string bikini Hanes, that showed his package rather well. Bo quickly slipped his pants up, and slipped the belt with the huge buckle around his waist. Hopefully no one seen him change. <br><br><br>He put his square nosed steel toed cowboy biker boots back on, and snagged his white cowboy hat, and headed out onto the beach to look for anyone that knew better than he did what the hell he was doing. <br><br><br><div align="center">Location - Pier || Talking To - No One || Feeling - Groggy</div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>14-08-2014, 15:42:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i61.tinypic.com/2ewmt75.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callie Dawes.<br><strong>Label:</strong> Elite Jock.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pier.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN.<br><strong>Feeling:</strong> Normal.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;This. &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/callie_cape/set?id=131694759)<br><hr><br>Callie felt bad that she hadn't talked to anyone when she had arrived, since her thoughts had been a bit preoccupied that morning. She knew she would have to make it up to them, especially Ally. She wasn't one to hurt her friends feelings that's for sure. With a sigh, Callie figured it was time to actually leave the gym and head towards the Pier so she wouldn't be late. Her father always told her that to be late meant that you did not respect the person throwing the event or whatever was happening that day.<br><br>Carrying her workout bag over one shoulder, Callie left the gym and headed towards her car. Feeling someone look at her, she turned her head and tried to locate the source. Finding none, she shrugged her shoulders and headed towards her car. She knew that what she wore to the gym probably had gave anyone good reason for people to look at her when most of the fitness people in there were more covered up. Getting into her car, she threw her workout bag into her backseat and closed the door.<br><br>Twenty minutes later, Callie arrived at the designated spot. She pulled up next to a truck she didn't recognize but rather liked the way it look. She saw Allison's bug a bit farther away and knew that at least she wasn't going to be the only here. <br><br>Long legs escaped the car, followed by the rest of her somewhat covered body and pressing a hip against her door, she nudged it close. Making sure her car was locked, she slipped her keys into a hidden pocket of her shorts and began to run down to the beach. Even though she had just worked out, there was something about the beach that always made her want to break out into a run. Her eyes spotted the familiar blonde and running over to her friend, she waved.<br><br>"Hey Ally! I'm not late for once!" She laughed and then came to a stop next to her friend, catching her breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-08-2014, 15:45:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">Peter Simon<br><br>The Geek</div><br>Peter had left the cafeteria before the conversation turned to talk of the party, so he was unaware that the large group of people that had been gathering at the table were all going to meetup for a party later. He nervously cleared his tray after his near run-in before heading back to his dorm room. He had hacked the system - discreetly - and reassigned dozens of students (so that it didn't look suspicious that it was just him) including himself, selecting a Single. He didn't want to have to deal with roommates.<br><br>He flopped down on his bed to unwind, before logging onto his computer to play games, which he did for the rest of the day before going to bed. He awoke the next morning knowing that the community service activity was today, down at the beach. He wasn't too fond of the idea - he hated the beach, the way sand felt when it got in everything and it always did - and he hated swimming in the ocean too. He'd rather stay at home with his computer games.<br><br>Once at the beach, he grabbed a spike and a bag himself, mulling silently to himself as he started to stab at trash on the ground.<br><br>Location::. The Pier || Talking To::. Open|| Feeling::. Uncomfortable || Wearing::. Collared shirt and Shorts
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-08-2014, 10:01:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://www.gq.com/images/moty/2013/michael-b-jordan/michael-b-jordan-gq-magazine-men-of-the-year-december-2013-style-01.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darrius King</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Triple-Threat</span><br><br>"And I'm lookin' forward to seein you too." He returned Allie's wink with one of his own and felt a small tingle roll through him. Damn she was fine like a ticket. He hadn't said that out loud right? No, no he hadn't. he was good. He watched her walk off and took another bite of his pizza. After everyone seperated, he found his way to his room and spent most of the night blazing up. He fell asleep high as the clouds and slept like a baby...after a lot more food.<br><br>&nbsp;He awoke still delightfully buzzed, and decided that although he was really up for a smoke, he had some obligations today and he probably wouldn't be much help blazed out of his skull. So he ended up sobering up during his shower, and after some breakfast, packed his stuff and headed for the pier. But before he left he prepared for the after. Three blunts, three papers, and his vaporizer. <br><br>And there was a different strain in each one of them. Oh yeah, tonight he was going to get gone...after he bought about twenty bucks worth of Taco Bell beforehand. After the important stuff was packed, he got everything else together and hopped in his car. His GPS took him right to the pier, and after locking his car down, he figured he could leave the top dropped today. <br><br>Since he was gonna be cleaning today, he decided he'd dress like he was in for a workout. When he got there, he went to the tent and got the gear for Cleaning the Cape. He looked around and saw Allie, then made his way over to her. Before he got to her though, Callie showed up and ran over to Allie's side. Double the fun, he thought. Stopping near them, he waved. "Well if it isn't two beautiful ladies out here helping the community. A better sight I cannot picture."<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Pier, Clean The Cape || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Jayden, Callie, Allison || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Excited&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Clean The Cape (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=88917037)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AliceInLace</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 03:05:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i57.tinypic.com/2m4ucfc.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Allison Burkley</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Queen Bee</span><br><br><br><br>Allison smiled as Callie ran up "Way to go! I can not wait to get this done and maybe we can go dress shopping?" she laughed. She was excited about the masquerade and although she hadn't had a date yet she was used to going stag. She looked around to see if she could spot Morgan, wondering if she would even show the the dance. She shrugged of the the thought and looked back to Callie as Darrius joined them. Ally waved lightly "Why thank you, Dee." she smiled.<br><br>She picked up a few things around them before looking back "It's going to busy week eh guys?" she spoke softly. She was excited for all the events this week before classes began. First was this, then tomorrow she was throwing a party... football... a ball.... it was all so exciting. <br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Beach || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Callie, Darrius || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Excited&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Clean The Cape (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=131495230)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 04:09:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i.imgur.com/cjcZ6tp.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Morgan Cohen</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Gamer Nerd</span></div><br>As in everything else, when it came to cleaning the beach Morgan pursued speed and efficiency over thoroughness and quality. She'd already made a lap of the area she'd been assigned by the time most of the others arrived. As she deposited another discarded beer bottle in her garbage bag, she tried not to look too hard at Allison and her friends.<br><br>What had gone wrong, she wondered as she jogged easily across a dune. It seemed like she was always getting mixed signals from her friend. After all, Allison had never said that they weren't supposed to be together anymore, she'd just stopped talking and started acting like Morgan needed to know her 'place', whatever that was. Morgan waved to another classmate, a quiet girl who was in her fourth year of computer science study and never really talked to anyone. She wished she could just get over Allison and move on, but part of her still clung to the thought of the two of them, as if it could somehow be reclaimed.<br><br>It couldn't, of course. After all, she wasn't about to play their games. What she could do, she thought as she saw Peter walk on to the beach, was help someone else maybe feel a bit less alone. "Hey Pete. Terrible day for this, isn't it?" She clapped him gently on the shoulder, walking beside him, as she spoke. "It feels like forever when it's happening, but it'll be over before we know it. I hope."<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> the beach || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Peter || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> mixed-up || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> t-shirt and shorts<br></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AliceInLace</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 17:30:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i58.tinypic.com/34iivxg.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Alana Giordano</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bookworm</span><br><br><br><br>Alana took care of her tray and walked to her room, resting for the night to be sure she had enough sleep. She woke up the next morning and threw on her tee and some capri's and tied a band around her for head. She then made her way to the beach, taking a cab to arrive there. She seemed to arrive earlier than most and grabbed a paintbrush and paint from the coordinator. She walked over to the pier and began painting the posts a vibrant red color as instructed.<br><br>She was caught be surprise when she was tapped on the shoulder and spoken to. Alana blinked a few times in shock that the A-Girl was even speaking to her, Allison must not be around or too busy to correct the situation. She shook off the feeling and nodded "Uh... sure?" she spoke softly. She really wasn't sure what she was agreeing to but hoped it wasn't some sort of prank.<br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Beach || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Lily || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Helpful, Curious&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Clean The Cape (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=131496660)<br><br></span><br><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 20:59:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/e2c9014fdcd34d0e01d39a631e190c07/tumblr_mg755g83yZ1qgihd9o1_500.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Lily Blythe</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The A Girl</span></div><br>As Alana turned in response to Lily's tap, Lily got a better look at her. Recognizing the bookworm, she suppressed a sigh. Alana was perhaps not what she'd been hoping for, but Lily figured she'd have a steady enough hand and could likely follow instructions. That was the way of the world, she figured, people who didn't have ambition or the necessary acumen to succeed would be led by those who did. Lily, of course, had no knowledge of Alana's writing or her drive, but simply thought of her as a girl who was too quiet and reserved to ever get anywhere. Still, she kept her thoughts to herself, and smiled warmly. "Alana! So glad you can help. We're just restoring the sign up there."<br><br>Lily walked Alana over to where she'd left the scrapers and paint cans. "This is a historical site, so we can't change the design at all, we're just repainting it just how it was. So take a scraper and a color and just scrape and re-paint as you go." She picked up a can of white paint, and pressed it into Alana's hands.<br><br>Calling out to the boys, she hurried to help set up the ladders, before turning back to Alana. "Vincent here will be holding up your ladder, and fetching any materials you need. And of course I'll be right next to you if you have any questions or need help with anything." She clapped her hands together, as if dusting them off. "Any questions?" she asked, in a tone that clearly expected none.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> The pier|| <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Alana || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Industrious || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> Khaki shorts, wide-brimmed hat, and a teal blouse.<br><br></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AliceInLace</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 01:46:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i62.tinypic.com/r76l9d.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Evangeline Black</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The "Whore"</span><br><br><br><br>Evangeline had arrived at the dorms and set up her room, with no intention of leaving it that night she ate there as well. Not looking forward to her year here, she was already hesitant on her return. She used to be rather popular until a nasty rumor spread of her basically sexing up the entire football team. She quickly became the school whore and many people treated her link nothing more than a used rag. She went to bed that night to ready herself for the cleaning of the beaches that would take place in the morning.<br><br>The next morning came way to fast as the rays of sun woke her. She sighed and got ready before heading down to the beach in her jeep. She was quickly equipped with a bag and trash grabber and was going to town on the ground, not making much conversation. She looked up to see a man wandering about and seeming rather unsure of himself. She sighed softly as she walked up to him, putting a smile on <strong>"Hey, the tent over there has all the supplies. You looked a little lost."</strong> she spoke softly, hoping he didn't know too much of her rep and assume she was hitting on him. She pointed out the bright red tent and went back to cleaning.<br><br>She was picking up trash mindlessly when she bumped into someone <strong>"Oh I'm sorry!"</strong> she spoke, turning around. She looked up to see a rather nerdy looking boy who was also picking up trash. She normally wouldn't associate with the nerdy but now she was just in the same boat as him. She never realized how harsh the line was until she was turned against. She shook her head before speaking again <strong>"I really should watch where I'm going..."</strong> she gave a half hearted laugh.<br><br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Beach || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Bo, Peter || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Outcasted&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Clean The Cape (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=131495230)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 23:35:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Peter Simon<br><br>The Geek</strong></div><br>Peter jumped when he was tapped in the shoulder, causing him to bump into some one else who had been standing near him. Wide eyes turned to focus on the shoulder tapper, finding it to be the Hack from the day before. Shit...what was her name? Morganna? No...Morgan? Yes, Morgan! But the other girl, a stunner by the looks of things, caught his attention as she apologized for bumping into him. He instantly felt his face flush and his throat tighten with anxiety as he tried to find the words that would be appropriate in such a situation.<br><br>"A, uh, um. Its okay. I wasn't paying attention either." He quickly mumbles before glancing back over to Morgan as she spoke. He wasn't used to so much attention at one time for so many different girls. Both were attractive in their own ways but certainly at different ends of the spectrum. Peter had no idea who the new girl was either but that wasn't such a shock.<br><br>"Yeah. I hate the beach. Too much sand." He says, responding to Morgan while shrugging his shoulders.<br><br><br><strong>Location::. The Pier || Talking To::. Eva, Morgan|| Feeling::. Trapped || Wearing::. Collared shirt and Shorts</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>25-08-2014, 04:36:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i.imgur.com/cjcZ6tp.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Morgan Cohen</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Gamer Nerd</span></div><br>Morgan shot Eva a dirty look when the other girl wasn't looking. How typical of her, moving in on any guy who happened across her vision. Although, to be a bit more charitable, nothing she had done could really be considered moving in on him, if Morgan didn't already know what Eva was like. And, of course, if Peter wanted that, then he could certainly get it. Not that he seemed to want much of anything except to be anywhere else besides here.<br><br>"Let's just get this shit over with so I can get back to the dorm, yeah? I could be sitting in an air-conditioned room away from the sun right now." She picked up her bag again, and swung it over her shoulder. "Care to come with me? Many hands make light work and this might be slightly less insufferable with some other people around." She directed the query at both of them, no sense in picking a fight with Eva on the first day.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> the beach || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Peter, Eva || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> tired || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> t-shirt and shorts<br></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AliceInLace</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 23:23:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://i58.tinypic.com/34iivxg.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Alana Giordano</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bookworm</span><br><br><br><br>Alana looked at the girl in surprise <strong>"Isn't the hole point of this is for you to clean the cape... not tell others to..."</strong> she questioned. That was something the rarely ever did to the populars and immediately she remembered her place. She shook her head and muttered before climbing up the ladder to begin painting the sign. It was all going well until the ladder began to wobble just a little and Alana lost her footing. She fell on her back and looked up to see the pain bucket teetering <strong>"Oh no..."</strong> she whispered as the bucket fell, splattering white paint all over her. She sat up and held her arms out, looking to Lily <strong>"Sorry... I'll go clean up and get more paint."</strong> she nodded and ran down to the water to try and rinse most of it off.<br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> Beach || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Lily || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Embarassed&nbsp; || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Clean The Cape (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=131496660)<br><br></span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [L]abeled .::. In Character .::. Accepting!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>27-08-2014, 06:22:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/e2c9014fdcd34d0e01d39a631e190c07/tumblr_mg755g83yZ1qgihd9o1_500.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Lily Blythe</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The A Girl</span></div><br>Lily suppressed a sigh. How could this girl have been so clumsy? Reluctantly, she climbed off the sign, and went to help her clean up, grabbing a towel from one of the volunteer coordinators along the way. She knelt down behind Alana and wrapped the towel around the girl's shoulders. "Here, let's try to get the paint off as quickly as possible, once it starts to dry you'll have a hell of a time."<br><br>She shook her head. "I'm going to eviscerate Vincent for letting you fall like that. It's inexcusable!" She gripped Alana's shoulders through the towel as she spoke, trying to repress her anger. It was just like the idiot boy to let this get ruined. Now she would have to work twice as hard to finish the project by herself. It would, of course, be inexcusable to let it go undone.<br><br>"Alana, can you watch the boys while I finish the painting? I can't trust them, apparently, and I do still need your help, ok?" She stood up, and walked back to the sign, mounting the ladder quickly to continue where she left off. If Lily Blythe had anything to say about it, nothing was going to stop her from finishing the sign on time, incompetent help or not.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Location::.</strong> the pier || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Alana || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Irritated || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> Khaki shorts, wide-brimmed hat, and a teal blouse<br></span></div>
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