Post by Taylor Garnett Lucas on Jan 11, 2011 12:28:10 GMT -5
TAYLOR GARNETT LUCAS
21. , college student. , adam levine.
[/font]21. , college student. , adam levine.
THIS WON'T HURT
YOUR GUY SIDE[/center]
[x] you love to go crazy and not care what people think.
[x] sports are fun.
[x] you talk with food in your mouth.
[ ] you sleep with your socks on at night.
[x] you have fished at least once.
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MORE THAN A PINCH
YOUR GIRL SIDE
YOUR GIRL SIDE
SO JUST POUR A DRINK
YOUR APPEARANCE
YOUR APPEARANCE
LET'S TALK IT OVER
YOUR EMBARRASSMENTS
YOUR EMBARRASSMENTS
I'M BACK AFTER
YOUR HEALTH
YOUR HEALTH
ALL THESE YEARS
YOUR TRAVELING
YOUR TRAVELING
DON'T BE AFRAID, MY DEAR
YOUR EXPERIENCES
YOUR EXPERIENCES
NOW I'M OLDER
YOUR RELATIONSHIPS
YOUR RELATIONSHIPS
CAUSE PEOPLE CHANGE
HONESTY AND CRIME
HONESTY AND CRIME
CAN'T YOU SEE MY EYES
DEATH AND SUICIDE
DEATH AND SUICIDE
ARE THEY NOT THE SAME
MATERIALISM
MATERIALISM
AFTER THE LIES
RANDOM
RANDOM
I KNOW I'M LIKE A MACHINE
THE PUPPETEER
yo! the name's ashley and i happen to be 17
[/b] years old. you can contact me through pm[/color] orTHE PUPPETEER
yo! the name's ashley and i happen to be 17
through my other characters, (this is my first charatcer)[/color]. of course i read the rules, there is none, silly![/color], after all i've had
four years under my belt, i know what i'm doing. oh one last thing, i'd like my member title to be the revenge seeker[/color] and i just wanna say that i'm excited to be apart of this roleplay![/color], now i'll show you what i really got.[/color][/size][/center]
Taylor slammed the Chrysler's door behind him. He was still peeved about that prick cut him off, but he would just have to let it go. Groceries in one hand, he opened the door and ascended the staircase to their apartment. She asked him to the groceries for today because she was busy finishing a paper for school, which he understood. She was studying for an english major, him a music major. They started dating back in his sophomore year of college, a year ago. Yes, he had started college a little late, but at least he was going to college. His parents had no right to complain. After dating a year, the two decided to move in together. A young couple in love, she 19, he 21. What could be more pictureeque?
Finally reaching the top floor, he opened the knob. Upon entering, he started to send a sweet greeting, but what he saw made him drop the grocery bags and stopped his breath. Everything in the small apartment was trashed and torn. Glass was smashed all around on the floor. He could see the entrance to the "living room" (if one could call it that) where she had been working. "Miranda?" he called out her name as he slowly stepped around the shattered glass into the room down the narrow hall.
He could not see his girlfriend on the couch where he had left her. Instead, all her work was strewn to and fro. The television opposite the couch and the coffee table looked as if someone had swung into it with a bat, or a person?
Stepping carefully, Taylor made his way back down the hall and turned to the right, checking the bedroom first to see if she'd be there. And she was, limp across the quilted, unmade sheets. There were various cuts across her bare arms and smaller ones on her face. Her eyes were closed, Taylor's were wide open, staring at her. Turning to his right, he saw the windows were open. Not open, smashed, allowing the breeze to playfully ruffle the white drapery in a sinister way. Taylor took a step back, sliding down against the door. There was no evidence of a killer. But it wouldn't be long before he'd find the culprit himself.
Finally reaching the top floor, he opened the knob. Upon entering, he started to send a sweet greeting, but what he saw made him drop the grocery bags and stopped his breath. Everything in the small apartment was trashed and torn. Glass was smashed all around on the floor. He could see the entrance to the "living room" (if one could call it that) where she had been working. "Miranda?" he called out her name as he slowly stepped around the shattered glass into the room down the narrow hall.
He could not see his girlfriend on the couch where he had left her. Instead, all her work was strewn to and fro. The television opposite the couch and the coffee table looked as if someone had swung into it with a bat, or a person?
Stepping carefully, Taylor made his way back down the hall and turned to the right, checking the bedroom first to see if she'd be there. And she was, limp across the quilted, unmade sheets. There were various cuts across her bare arms and smaller ones on her face. Her eyes were closed, Taylor's were wide open, staring at her. Turning to his right, he saw the windows were open. Not open, smashed, allowing the breeze to playfully ruffle the white drapery in a sinister way. Taylor took a step back, sliding down against the door. There was no evidence of a killer. But it wouldn't be long before he'd find the culprit himself.
BUT I STILL HAVE DREAMS
THE CREDITS
hey, hey, hey, this app template was made by SASS ATTACK ?! aka AJ at CAUTION 2.0. and you all
know she'll eat your face if you try and remove the credit. the lyrics are from one day robots will
cry by cobra starship and the template was inspired by a facebook survey.
[/size]THE CREDITS
hey, hey, hey, this app template was made by SASS ATTACK ?! aka AJ at CAUTION 2.0. and you all
know she'll eat your face if you try and remove the credit. the lyrics are from one day robots will
cry by cobra starship and the template was inspired by a facebook survey.
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