GirlOnMarz

Band Beats

Hopefully will have another post up by tomorrow.

A Year In College

Really hoping that this will make it to the IC.

The World's Prison

@King Tai

The Twisted Twins

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_{Sophia Harrison}

Sophia tried hard to keep her eyes from rolling to the back of her head as she heard the man speak. "In a place like this," he said, "one would usually find a shawty like you either as someone's bitch that's used for selling ass, or with some so-called big shot and not to be touched because you're already someone's girl. Or.....you'd just be street rat fighting for scraps. Unless you're a female big shot yourself but I would've heard of you by now, like Ms. Ma Dukes."

Sophia threw her head back and laughed as he spoke. There was no way in hell she'd ever end up "selling her ass," or kicking it with some wanna-be big shot. She wouldn't call herself a street rat either, but, hey. You gotta do what you gotta do to survive. "So, Baby...mind if I ask what you doing out here alone? If...If you are alone?" The man looked around curiously, maybe even cautiously. After a moment's thought, Sophia tilted her head and folded her arms across her chest.

"Like I said before," she started, "I know how to take care of myself. Whether or not I'm alone is none of your business." Glancing behind her towards the door, Sophia smirked. "For all you know, there could be people inside of that building right now; all 'armed and dangerous' and shit." She shrugged her shoulders.

"But like I said, that's none of your business."

Sophia knew exactly who Bishop was. Hell, she knew about almost everything that went down in the prison, but she still asked, shifting her eyes from her sneakers to his boys that weren't so far behind, "Who are you, anyways?"

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@arca9 @jordy0403

_{Rob Harrison}

"Sir, I'm sure you have your reasons for being here, and I'm sure you don't want any trouble, but may I just ask which way is the closest wall?"

Rob stared at the boy and girl for a second before turning around and pointing in the direction of the closest wall. When he turned back, though, the girl was no longer in sight. He had no time to react before he felt the backpack slip from his shoulders; the straps had been cut. Letting out a startled cry, Rob turned around, but the girl was already gone. He knew that he wouldn't catch up to her. His grip on the hammer tightened as he turned back to face the boy. They were together, so he must have been in on it.

Thanks to them, he'd lost an entire unopened loaf of grocery store bread, along with other necessities. He knew for a fact that his sister was going to kill him. Slowly stepping towards the boy, hammer in hand, Rob growled.

"Hey, uh, mate, let's just take it easy. No need to jump to conclusions or attack anyone, OK?" The boy spoke nervously, so Rob took that as a sign of weakness. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, Rob pulled him closer.

"You'd better go and find that punk ass girlfriend of yours," he spoke in a low and menacing voice. "You either get my shit and return it to me, or we-" he wiggled the hammer, "are going to have a serious problem." There was no way he was going to go back to his sister empty-handed.

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Lunox Island (Can Love Survive?)

WHITNEY DIAZ

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Whitney was one of the first contestants to arrive, by boat, to the island. Like some of the others, she'd at first been hesitant to get on the seemingly sturdy boat, but probably not for the same reasons. Whitney knew that she wouldn't have to deal with seasickness, and she surely wasn't scared of falling into the lake and, possibly, drowning. What frightened Whitney the most was the pure thought that there was a chance that she'd actually meet [i]the one,/i] as corny as it sounded. That, and the slight possibility that she would end up embarrassing herself on national television. Just the thought of cameras being pointed in her direction at nearly all times made her nauseous. Sure, she loved to perform on a stage, but that was a completely different vibe. After staring at her white sneakers for a few moments, she inhaled deeply and stepped onto the boat.

The ride over didn't last as long as Whitney thought it would. She'd spent that time nervously cracking her knuckles, a horrid habit that she'd yet to break. The closer the boat came to the island, the louder the music got, and the faster her heart started to beat. Part of her wished that she would've turned around and went home instead of getting on the stupid boat. The other half of her, though, was thoroughly excited. Whitney dusted off the butt of her olive green jeans as she and the others stepped off the boat. Whilst avoiding making any direct eye-contact with anyone, she quickly made her way to the bar, muttering almost inaudible "no thank-yous" to the staff members that approached her. She sat all the way towards one end of the bar, so she'd have an almost clear view of everyone who'd arrive.

Without asking what she wanted, the barman brought over some sort of blue tropical cocktail. "Um, no thanks..." She trailed off once she saw that he'd made his way to someone else. Eyeing the drink, Whitney bit her lip and let out a deep breath. She wasn't much of a drinker; never has been and hopefully never will be. The situation she was in sure was stressful, but she was confident that she'd be able to push through without the help of alcohol. Tapping her fingers on the counter, she glanced around at the other contestants. She was happy to be one of the first arrivals, mainly because she knew that she would have a little time to sit back and observe.

Whitney silently observed as a small Asian woman, who'd been napping in the boat, jumped off the boat to get onto the dock. She flailed around for a few moments, causing Whitney to chuckle, before she fell forward onto her knees. Whitney watched and smiled slightly as a beautiful young woman snapped pictures and leaned against the bar as she sipped her drink. Her smiled disappeared when she saw another woman approach her, flirtatiously asking her to dance. Looking in the opposite direction, she noticed a woman taking a drag of a cigarette. After being ordered to put it out, she'd begun to drift through the crowd. After a while, her gaze shifted back to the bar. She noticed two men sitting at the other end, conversing. Each person Whitney saw was different from the other, they were all unique in their own ways.

Finally bringing her attention back to the cocktail in front of her, Whitney rolled her eyes and pushed it away. She'd tried to get the barman's attention every few minutes or so, but he was busy with others. That, or simply ignoring her. "All I wanted was some water," she grumbled to herself, resting her elbow on the counter.

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Lunox Island (Can Love Survive?)

@HylianRose I'm a little confused by your intro post. I thought your two characters were Max and Adam, if I'm not mistaken. Who is Alex?

Normal High School RP?

Hm....

Orphanage for Supernatural

Hello! Was wondering if someone could catch me up on what has been going on, maybe give me an idea of how to introduce my character?

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The World's Prison

@arca9 That's perfectly fine with me!