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3 yrs ago
Being an adult with a job, how does one come back to RPing?!
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Was excited to dye my hair blue tonight...it is now obsidian black....oops
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I thought there would be a bunch of new interest checks since it’s the weekend...but nooo!
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9 yrs ago
OMG!!! Thanks to the Wayback Machine, I've found all my Characters, and RPs before the guild fall! Pure JOY!
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Au Pair adventure in Sweden is coming to an end. Going home in a few days and then I'll be back in full swing on this site!
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Is anyone else at the mall location at the moment Other then James and Nathan ?
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Kylie’s jab at Olivia being a snitch and the dirty look she gave her didn’t really bother Olivia; she just rolled her eyes as a reply. Growing up with that many siblings you learned to ignore dumb remarks and pick your battles. Olivia stood up and walked into the kitchen. She paced back and forth in front of the fridge for a short moment, until she gave in and opened it. She looked at the tupperwares full of leftovers. Olivia crinkled her nose at the spaghetti, pancakes, tuna casserole, and mashed potatoes sitting on the shelves inside. She added up all the carbohydrates and calories in disgust. She glanced at the assortment of juice, pop, and junkfood and frowned. She was fending for dinner herself tonight, so she opted for one rolled up piece of sliced turkey, four celery sticks with peanut butter, and a handful of almonds. Placing her choices on the counter she closed the fridge, and poured herself a tall glass of ice water. Then with her dinner in hand she made her way upstairs to her room, bypassing Zoey in the living room who was happily texting her friends on her phone.
She set her food and water down on the desk, and sighed. She really did feel bad about her behavior today, and wanted to apologize, but speaking up was not something she felt confident about. She got the idea to write them each a letter, like she uses to do when she was little and still learning how to write. Opening up a notebook she ripped a piece of paper out, grabbed a pen and started writing, as she nibbled at her almonds. It was not hard to write once she got going, and her letters ended up as more of a deeply depressing diary entry on how she hated herself, that everything was all her fault, she missed her parents, and was sorry for ruining everyone lives. Once she was finished writing them, she reread, and then crumpled up the papers. She buried them in the bottom of the trash next to the desk, and started on simpler apology letters.
Folding each letter she wrote the recipient names on the back. She placed one on Zoey’s pillow, and then went to each bedroom and slid the letter under the corresponding door. Going down stairs she went down to the basement, and peered into James’s room. He was out so she placed the letter with his name on it, on his bed and lingered for a moment looking over at his closet, which was open. She loved borrowing her brother’s sweaters and hoodies. They were big, warm, and best of all it covered up her boney body. She typically has to borrow his clothes fresh out of the dryer, because James always locked his closet door. She quickly went over to his dresser to barrow his green cable knit sweater that she loved to wear.
Opening the first drawer of the dresser on the right she was in for a surprise. It was full of woman’s underwear, and some squishy things that looked like boobs. She glanced into the second drawer, and it held some dresses and skirts. Pure confusion was all she felt. Folded neatly inside the next two drawers was more women’s clothing, and none of it Olivia had ever seen anyone in the house wear before. She picked up the corset. Why did James have a whole dresser of girl’s clothes in his closet, and fake eyelashes? Did he have a secret girlfriend that slept over or something? Olivia raised her eyebrows and shoved the corset back in the drawer. She had no clue, but she really hoped he was not secretly a pervert like Riley.
Curious now she opened the other dresser to the left, she found it full of James’s clothes he wore all the time. Spotting the green sweater she pulled it on. She clumsily closed all the drawers, and then walked to the door. Turning back she stared at the closet, and in the back of her mind she knew she had found something she was not meant to. She opened the door to leave, and looked up the staircase. Second guessing herself, she pulled the green sweater off. She folded it and put it back where she found it. Unknowingly leaving the drawer slightly opened, she rushed out of the room and up the stairs.
She put on her coat, and pink converse. Grabbing her purse off the table she walked out the front door. She didn’t think to ask permission from anyone to go out, since she never had before. She got her old purple bike out of the shed, and after detaching the childish glitter streamers from the handlebars, she hopped on. Olivia rode her bike down the cobblestone pathway that lined the scenic river. She went all the way to the bridge, and her legs burned from peddling so fast. She propped her bike up against the big willow tree, and walked down the incline that led under the bridge. The water had been really low the past few months, and thankfully that meant there was no water covering the rocky river bank. Sitting down, she leaned against the brick wall under the bridge. Olivia yawned and gazed up at the graffiti and faded murals. This was a favorite place she uses to hang out with friends, when she still had them. They would play mermaids, talk about ballet class, and draw with chalk all over the bricks and rocks. She wondered about the clothing in James’s closet, it was a weird thing to find in a 20 year old mans closet, but nothing to dwell on in Olivia opinion. There had to be a regular reason for it.
Getting her pencils and sketchbook out of her purse she began drawing. About an hour later she had finished her drawing. It was a self-portrait of sorts. It was not really how she saw herself anymore, since it was based off an old doodle from last summer. She put her pencils and sketchbook back in her purse and stood up. She dusted the dirty of her jeans, and walked up to where she left her bike. That’s when she saw Him walking towards her with his sister and mother. He smiled at her, as Mrs. Chadwick waved at Olivia. Taylor had been one of her good friends ever since 1st grade, but as of two months ago they had broken off their friendship after a fight in ballet. Taylor’s older brother was Him.
His name was Lyle, and he was what haunted Olivia’s nightmares. Olivia held her breath as the little family walked over to her. “Olivia dear, how have you been managing? Are you well? I’m so sorry to hear about your parents. You have not been over to the house in ages. You and Taylor should plan something, I would be glad to drive you girls into the city for some shopping…” Mrs. Chadwick flittered on and on. Taylor dug her toe into the dirt and awkwardly waited for her mother to shut up so they could go home. “Yeah, Olivia where have you been? Taylor don’t you miss Ollie?” Lyle said grinning as he spoke, and patting Olivia on the shoulder. Olivia cringed at the use of her nickname coming out of His mouth, and visibly pulled away from his touch. This made him laugh “Whoa, a little jumpy there huh?” Lyle said putting his arm around Taylor, as he tried to stifle a knowing smile. Lyle was very good looking, and one of the most popular guys in the junior class. He was on the varsity swim team, and everyone seemed to adore him. Why he did what he did to her made no scene.
She bolted, she couldn’t take it anymore, and so she just turned and ran. She ran as fast as she could, leaving behind her bike. She kept running, and then she slowed down after about a mile and a half. She bent over to catch her breath and then vomited. Dry heaving for moment afterwards, she walked aimlessly down the road, and tried her best to shake the feelings of fear, disgust, anger, and hysteria. Her hands were shaking and she was sweating. His voice and touch made her remember everything all over again. How he pinned her down and covered her mouth. How he ripped her shirt, and marked her chest and stomach with hickeys. How she hit him over and over again as she tried to scream but he just squeezed her mouth shut tighter. The pain, humiliation, and fear.
Olivia sat down in the tall grass on the side of the road; she had walked all the way to the outskirts of town. She couldn’t do anything to banish the memory so she just let it envelope her. Holding her knees to her chest she cried like the world was ending. She let is all out, and cried so hard she could hardly breathe. Ten minutes later she was hiccuping as she laid in the grass and looked up at the sky. She ran her fingers through the tall blades of grass surrounding her. Her eyes were red and puffy. The front of her coat was covered in tears. And her shoes were caked in mud, but she felt like she could breathe again, for the first time in forever.
She set her food and water down on the desk, and sighed. She really did feel bad about her behavior today, and wanted to apologize, but speaking up was not something she felt confident about. She got the idea to write them each a letter, like she uses to do when she was little and still learning how to write. Opening up a notebook she ripped a piece of paper out, grabbed a pen and started writing, as she nibbled at her almonds. It was not hard to write once she got going, and her letters ended up as more of a deeply depressing diary entry on how she hated herself, that everything was all her fault, she missed her parents, and was sorry for ruining everyone lives. Once she was finished writing them, she reread, and then crumpled up the papers. She buried them in the bottom of the trash next to the desk, and started on simpler apology letters.
Folding each letter she wrote the recipient names on the back. She placed one on Zoey’s pillow, and then went to each bedroom and slid the letter under the corresponding door. Going down stairs she went down to the basement, and peered into James’s room. He was out so she placed the letter with his name on it, on his bed and lingered for a moment looking over at his closet, which was open. She loved borrowing her brother’s sweaters and hoodies. They were big, warm, and best of all it covered up her boney body. She typically has to borrow his clothes fresh out of the dryer, because James always locked his closet door. She quickly went over to his dresser to barrow his green cable knit sweater that she loved to wear.
Opening the first drawer of the dresser on the right she was in for a surprise. It was full of woman’s underwear, and some squishy things that looked like boobs. She glanced into the second drawer, and it held some dresses and skirts. Pure confusion was all she felt. Folded neatly inside the next two drawers was more women’s clothing, and none of it Olivia had ever seen anyone in the house wear before. She picked up the corset. Why did James have a whole dresser of girl’s clothes in his closet, and fake eyelashes? Did he have a secret girlfriend that slept over or something? Olivia raised her eyebrows and shoved the corset back in the drawer. She had no clue, but she really hoped he was not secretly a pervert like Riley.
Curious now she opened the other dresser to the left, she found it full of James’s clothes he wore all the time. Spotting the green sweater she pulled it on. She clumsily closed all the drawers, and then walked to the door. Turning back she stared at the closet, and in the back of her mind she knew she had found something she was not meant to. She opened the door to leave, and looked up the staircase. Second guessing herself, she pulled the green sweater off. She folded it and put it back where she found it. Unknowingly leaving the drawer slightly opened, she rushed out of the room and up the stairs.
She put on her coat, and pink converse. Grabbing her purse off the table she walked out the front door. She didn’t think to ask permission from anyone to go out, since she never had before. She got her old purple bike out of the shed, and after detaching the childish glitter streamers from the handlebars, she hopped on. Olivia rode her bike down the cobblestone pathway that lined the scenic river. She went all the way to the bridge, and her legs burned from peddling so fast. She propped her bike up against the big willow tree, and walked down the incline that led under the bridge. The water had been really low the past few months, and thankfully that meant there was no water covering the rocky river bank. Sitting down, she leaned against the brick wall under the bridge. Olivia yawned and gazed up at the graffiti and faded murals. This was a favorite place she uses to hang out with friends, when she still had them. They would play mermaids, talk about ballet class, and draw with chalk all over the bricks and rocks. She wondered about the clothing in James’s closet, it was a weird thing to find in a 20 year old mans closet, but nothing to dwell on in Olivia opinion. There had to be a regular reason for it.
Getting her pencils and sketchbook out of her purse she began drawing. About an hour later she had finished her drawing. It was a self-portrait of sorts. It was not really how she saw herself anymore, since it was based off an old doodle from last summer. She put her pencils and sketchbook back in her purse and stood up. She dusted the dirty of her jeans, and walked up to where she left her bike. That’s when she saw Him walking towards her with his sister and mother. He smiled at her, as Mrs. Chadwick waved at Olivia. Taylor had been one of her good friends ever since 1st grade, but as of two months ago they had broken off their friendship after a fight in ballet. Taylor’s older brother was Him.
His name was Lyle, and he was what haunted Olivia’s nightmares. Olivia held her breath as the little family walked over to her. “Olivia dear, how have you been managing? Are you well? I’m so sorry to hear about your parents. You have not been over to the house in ages. You and Taylor should plan something, I would be glad to drive you girls into the city for some shopping…” Mrs. Chadwick flittered on and on. Taylor dug her toe into the dirt and awkwardly waited for her mother to shut up so they could go home. “Yeah, Olivia where have you been? Taylor don’t you miss Ollie?” Lyle said grinning as he spoke, and patting Olivia on the shoulder. Olivia cringed at the use of her nickname coming out of His mouth, and visibly pulled away from his touch. This made him laugh “Whoa, a little jumpy there huh?” Lyle said putting his arm around Taylor, as he tried to stifle a knowing smile. Lyle was very good looking, and one of the most popular guys in the junior class. He was on the varsity swim team, and everyone seemed to adore him. Why he did what he did to her made no scene.
She bolted, she couldn’t take it anymore, and so she just turned and ran. She ran as fast as she could, leaving behind her bike. She kept running, and then she slowed down after about a mile and a half. She bent over to catch her breath and then vomited. Dry heaving for moment afterwards, she walked aimlessly down the road, and tried her best to shake the feelings of fear, disgust, anger, and hysteria. Her hands were shaking and she was sweating. His voice and touch made her remember everything all over again. How he pinned her down and covered her mouth. How he ripped her shirt, and marked her chest and stomach with hickeys. How she hit him over and over again as she tried to scream but he just squeezed her mouth shut tighter. The pain, humiliation, and fear.
Olivia sat down in the tall grass on the side of the road; she had walked all the way to the outskirts of town. She couldn’t do anything to banish the memory so she just let it envelope her. Holding her knees to her chest she cried like the world was ending. She let is all out, and cried so hard she could hardly breathe. Ten minutes later she was hiccuping as she laid in the grass and looked up at the sky. She ran her fingers through the tall blades of grass surrounding her. Her eyes were red and puffy. The front of her coat was covered in tears. And her shoes were caked in mud, but she felt like she could breathe again, for the first time in forever.
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1234 Crazy Lane Drive
Millington OR
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Millington OR
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1.) Microphone - Coconut Records
2.) Angels - Within Temptation
3.) Flattery - Aly & AJ
4.) The Glass Ghost - Phildel
5.) You and I - Ingrid Michaelson
6.) Teenage Dream - Katy Perry
7.) In My Place - Coldplay
8.) The Cliff Waltz - Sucre
9.) Pressure - Paramore
10.) The Moment I Said It - Imogen Heap
2.) Angels - Within Temptation
3.) Flattery - Aly & AJ
4.) The Glass Ghost - Phildel
5.) You and I - Ingrid Michaelson
6.) Teenage Dream - Katy Perry
7.) In My Place - Coldplay
8.) The Cliff Waltz - Sucre
9.) Pressure - Paramore
10.) The Moment I Said It - Imogen Heap
1.) Never Gonna Happen - Lily Allen
2.) Remember How I Broke Your Heart - Priscilla Ahn
3.) I'm Here - Aly & AJ
4.) Love Love Love - Tristan Prettyman
5.) Medicine - Daughter
6.) Nobody's Fool - Avril Lavinge
7.) Boom Clap - Lennon & Maisy
8.) Dystopia - YACHT
9.) Headache - Charlotte Sometimes
10.) You Will Be Mine - Lenka
2.) Remember How I Broke Your Heart - Priscilla Ahn
3.) I'm Here - Aly & AJ
4.) Love Love Love - Tristan Prettyman
5.) Medicine - Daughter
6.) Nobody's Fool - Avril Lavinge
7.) Boom Clap - Lennon & Maisy
8.) Dystopia - YACHT
9.) Headache - Charlotte Sometimes
10.) You Will Be Mine - Lenka
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