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I'm interested ^.^
Hey! I really like the thieves rp idea.
I am selfish. I am brave.

Hey! I really like the first plot you put up. Also, I liked the pairings:arranged marriage (prince/ss x servant/maid) or bad boy x good girl.

((also I really love your sig <3))
The screams and curses were still ringing in Lucy's ears as she picked her way down the poorly lit street. "I shouldn't have gotten out of bed today," she said with a bitter laugh. She plopped down on a nearby bench to collect her wits, and hot angry tears pricked the corner of her eyes. She gave a frustrated sigh and wiped them away. She hated crying. It was something she rarely did, and for good reason. It was a sign of weakness, in her mind. Tracing the tattoos that covered her arm, she closed her eyes and sagged against the bench. Behind her eyelids she saw her parents, red-faced and screaming once again about how much of a disgrace she was as her grandmother looked on helplessly. Then she saw her girlfriend, entangled and lip-locked with a pretty blonde boy. And then she saw herself sitting on this very bench, looking like a mighty sad sight.

"No use feeling sorry for myself," she muttered. Turning out her pockets, she examined what she had on her. She had enough sense to grab her wallet and the cash her grandmother gave her before she ran out the door. However her phone and her keys were still sitting on her desk at home. "Gonna have to go back for those." She shook her head and raked a hand through her aquamarine hair. She got up again, intent on wandering the streets until she could think of a better place to go.

A little while later she came across Mingle. She had heard about this place. A bar that wasn't actually a bar, more like a dating-website brought to life. She had never been inside before, because she never had reason to be. But tonight she found herself without a family or a girlfriend or any person to turn too. And, although she would never admit it, she hated to be alone. and although they did not serve alcohol, it was better than wandering the streets all night. She took a quick look at herself in the window of a nearby store. Black jeans that had more rips than fabric, white graphic tank-top, and black platform shoes. Not her best outfit, but it would do. Her make-up was still relatively intact. She shrugged and headed towards the bar.

Walking up to the bouncer, she flashed her id without so much as looking at the bouncer. Grabbing a blue glow stick, she wrapped it around her wrist. After debating, she finally settled on a yellow glow stick as well. Heading for the bar, she ordered a chocolate shake and sat down facing the rest of the room. She took in her surroundings, noting that it had very few people, for a bar.
Thank you!

I must add, I will be travelling a few weeks in July. I don't think that will affect my posting too much, but I will let you know if anything changes.
Name:
Lucinda May Williams

Nickname:
Lucy

Age:
18

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Bio:
Lucy has never fit in to her family. Her parents were straight as a ruler and military strict. They were like those power couples you saw on TV that just seemed so perfect. All they wanted was a pink and pretty perfect cheerleader daughter who would date the football star in high school and give them darling little grandkids. They wanted the beauty queen they could show off to the neighbors. Instead, they got Lucy. She liked to read about vampires and fairies and watch horror movies, things she never really grew out of. She listened to metalcore and rock music, and wore clothes that were probably made for boys.

They tried to make her their perfect daughter, tried in vain to change her. They signed her up for ballet, and bought her dolls and Barbies. They controlled her music and her friends, hoping that Lucy would take the initiative and become like all the other girls. But all that did was give Lucy the sense that she wasn't wanted, that she wasn't loved. It made her bitter and spiteful, and it sometimes made her hate herself. She started getting tattoos and piercings and dying her hair electric colors. All the little things that would undermine her parents. She wanted to get back at them for the way they treated her, and the way they caused her to treat herself.

Now, on her eighteenth birthday, Lucy has committed one of the worst faults her parents could have ever conceived. She came out to them as bisexual. Disowned and kicked out, she’s left to her own devices. She tried to seek solace in the arms of her girlfriend, whom she had been with for over a year. However, upon arriving at her girlfriend's house, Lucy found her lip-locked with a pretty blonde boy.

Why did your character want to come to this bar:
Lucy has passed this bar for years, but has never gone inside. Newly 18 and with nowhere to go, she turns to the club for somewhere to take her mind off of her train wreck life.

What color glow stick will they wear:
Yellow and blue
Room for me? This looks really interesting and I'd love to try it.
Hello! I'm Melissa. It's been...wow it's been years (totally kidding, it's been like two) since I've been here. A lot has changed...Anyway, enough reminiscing. Like I said, I'm Melissa. I've been here before and from what I remember I was mostly a casual roleplayer, though I can be persuaded to write more if I really like the plot. I look forward to getting back into the swing of things!

- Melissa
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