R u N W i T h m E ?

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R u N W i T h m E ?

~ S e T t I n G ~

It was supposed to be a fantastic idea...

So why did everything turn out so wrong?

Their senior year, six friends decided that as soon as they graduated, they would each buy neighboring apartments in the same building. They had known each other for years, what better way to assure their friendship?

So it began. They split into twos, two girls in one apartment, two boys in the other, and between, a boy/girl couple. It seemed so perfect, until life started taking it's toll on them.

Will they make it or break it?

Stay together or end up r u n n i n g from their so-called lives?

~P R O F I L E S K E L E T O N ~

I am the brilliant creation of: [Username]

My momma named me: [First middle last Name]

I prefer: [Nicknames, if any]

On my cake are [age] [[between 20-22 plz.]] candles.

Just call me: [Title] [[Ex. The Runner]]

I live in: [Apartment number] [[ 1= 2 girl/girl 2=boy/girl 3= boy/boy]]

A little about me: [ 2 paragraph bio/personality in 1st person]

Find me: [Favorite hangout] [[Make it up: Ex. My favorite coffee shop, the mall, etc.]]

Love em': [5 likes]

Hate em': [5 dislikes]

Win me: [ 5 LOVES!] [[hopes? Aspirations?]]

Lose me: [5 fears]

You should know: [Any other information, or you can just talk about something important to you.]

Ain't I something? [Picture] [[Real people please, no anime]]

A p A r T m E n T O n E ~

ThE PeFeCtIoNiSt~TAKEN

Her world was is and has been in perfect order since the day it began. She is driven and focused on her career as a rising singer. Everyone she's ever sang for raves about her talent and her beautiful voice.

So why will no one book her a gig?

Now she's forced to work in a slummy diner to pay her share of the rent, to hide her beautiful voice behind a dirty apron and "Hello my name is:" name tag.

She's become discouraged, convinced that she'll never be given the chance to show the world what she can do.

ThE TrApPeD gIrL~ TAKEN

Whatever happened to being able to like that girl you stared at in the mirror all for all those years?

Straight out of high school she scored her dream job. It payed the rent, the bills, and still left some cash in the account. She thought she'd be living on Easy Street in no time.

Then He entered her life. Not some Prince Charming on a valiant steed, but her boss. He wants her bad, and he's prepared to take everything away from her if she doesn't cooperate with his desires. He harasses her day after day, but she wants and needs this job more than anything.

She's suddenly began to pull away from her friends, convinced that this is her issue and they don't need to worry about it.

A p A r T m E n T T h R e E ~


ThE bUrN oUt ~ TAKEN

Some people battle inner demons, this guy battles drug addictions of almost every kind. There are few things he hasn't tried.

His friends keep telling him to straighten out, but lately his problems have started to fall by the wayside. He;s currently crashing with his friend in Apartment Three and working his hardest to try not to be the roomie from hell.

ThE IcE MaN~ OPEN

There's quiet, there's cold, and then there's this guy.

It's not by choice he pushes away anyone who tries to get close to him, it's a force of habit. To many heart breaks, too many people using him as a tissue and discarding him.

He has a tendancy to push everyone away, and that makes it very hard for anyone to get close to him, a few people have, and once they got through his steel emotional wall, they discovered a really great guy.

To bad he got rid of that guy a long time ago. Emotion is nothing but pain for this guy.

AnGsT RiDdEn LiAr ~ OPEN

All he wanted was for them to leave him alone. To let him be a big boy now.

His parents finally pushed him over the edge and in a fit of rage he disowned them and everything they stood for. He went against everything his financially well-to-do society favored parents had ever done for him. He moved out his senior year and ended up broke and alone.

For a while he was skipping school and stealing to pay for food, but all that changed when his gym partner took an interest in him. Thanks to The Frontman, he's now living with the rest of the mashed up group in the Apartment 3. Things are finally looking up for him... Sort of..

So why can't he move on? Why's he still mad as hell at anyone and everyone

A p A r T m E n T T w 0 ~



ThE RuNNeR~OPEN

She wishes she could leave all her problems behind her. The bills that are piling up on her counter top, her psycho boss at work. She doesn't want to leave him though, and it keeps her chained to her problems.

She loves to run though, not only on a path or down the street, but from things and people, problems and choices.

She has a habit of pulling up stakes at a moment's notice, packing her things and leaving, only to return a few days later.

But why does coming back feel worse than leaving nowadays?

ThE FrOnTMaN~ OPEN

He needs to stay collected, not only for his sake, but for hers.

His band's not paying the bills though, and his other jobs are cutting into practice time. For now, he manages to stay positive, but late at night his doubts and worries overcome him.

He feels trapped and abandoned, and it doesn't help that he feels the need to support him and the love of his life, something that is getting harder and harder to do.

How do you put on a game face if you know you're going to lose...everything?

~ G I R L S ~

T H E ~ T R A P P E D ~ G I R L ~

I am the brilliant creation of: emoluver45

My momma named me: Marlisse Hunter

I prefer: Mari

On my cake are 20 candles.

Just call me: the Trapped Girl

I live in: Apartment One

A little about me: In high school, I had planned out my future completely. I was going to graduate go to college, and score my dream job as an attorney. Find love, and then live happily ever after. I did everything that was going to get me results. However, I skipped a step. When I finally graduated, yes, I went to college, but only part time since I had gotten a job as a lawyer's assistant. I was estatic. The job paid well and it was close to the aparment building. I was living in heaven for a few months, but then it all changed.

My boss started flirting with me, and at first I didn't think anything of it. I showed him I wasn't interested and he seemed to back off. But then one day I had a boquet of roses on my desk and a note attatched. The boquet was from my boss, and his note said that he wasn't going to stop at anything to have me. The note was bordering on psychotic and I thought about reporting him to the police or something...but he had threatened my life and my friends. He knew about my living situations and he said that he always got what he wanted. He said he was willing to drag my name through the dirt if I tried to do anything to expose him. So obviously I'm scared shitless.

My friends are awesome and they seem to notice that something's wrong with me. I can't let them know what's happening though. I know they'll try and convince me to go to the police somehow, even if I don't want to. I don't even want to think about what might happen if I do that. I feel so dirty nowadays, and I haven't even done anything! I can't keep going on like this much longer, but I don't really see a way out.

Find me: at my aunt's diner. She has this cute little place on the corner two blocks away from the apartment, and I like to go over there and unwind after work.

Love em': [x]my friends[x] [x]wolves[x] [x]writing[x] [x]debating[x] [x]dancing[x]

Hate em': [x]my boss[x] [x]lizards[x] [x]stress[x] [x]assholes[x] [x]ignorance[x]

Win me: [x]becoming a lawyer[x] [x]finding true love[x] [x]skydiving[x] [x]fashion[x] [x]travel[x]

Lose me: [x]being raped by my boss[x] [x]heights[x] [x]getting shot[x] [x]blood[x] [x]my friends hating me for shutting them out[x]

You should know: I have a dog. He's the most adorable thing on the planet. His name is Jasper, and he's a Shih-Tzu. I love him to death, he's honestly like my baby!
Ain't I something? [imgleft]http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r90/zeekamania07/2ir3v40.jpg[/imgleft]

ThE bUrN oUt ~ OPEN

I am the brilliant creation of: Cows Go Moo

My momma named me: Brendan Shmitz

I prefer: B, Bren

On my cake are 22 candles.

Just call me: The Burn Out

I live in: Apartment Three

A little about me: I could never remember much of my childhood, though what I did was pretty weird to say the least. My parents divorced when I was ten, but saw each other every so often. Yet the only time they were civil was when they were hammered. I was fine with this at the time, yet they never paid any attention to me. One day I found a glass of champagne on the table untouched everyone and took a swig, being curious. It tasted odd, yet addictive.

I decided to pursue this "drink" more as time passed, finding myself addicted. When I was a freshman in high school I hung out with some of the stoners, finding them pretty cool when I wasn't hanging out with my real friends. They gave me a few samples of stuff. Stuff which I refused after seeing all those pictures of people drugged out over the years. This didn't stop them though, constantly persisting me. In the end I relented and tried some drugs, finding it hell at first, but the feeling was something worth it.

Meanwhile, my parents had found my drugs, threatening to send me to rehab. Like they were any shining example. I rebelled against them, moving out after I graduated and into the apartment. Somehow things have gotten worse everytime I think about them. I drink, I inject, and everything else to numb the feeling. Right now I've been trying to quit, but the body keeps wanting. I've gotten a job as a caisher at the book store to help pay for my rent among other things. I've been keeping a log, one with my "dosages" and sometimes other events.

Find me: The Backalley. No actually I tend to be partial to the book store near one of the local diners

Love em': Heroin, Friends, Reading, Writing, Meth

Hate em': Hypocrites, Nosy People, Cops, His need for drugs, Rent

Win me: To stop taking drugs, To become a writer, To be able to forget about his parents, Climb Mt. Everest, Finish a whole shipment of red bull without dying

Lose me: Some of my memories, To lose myself, To die young, To lose my friends, To be kicked out, Swimming

You should know: I have raised thirty nine goldfish, all of which have died. They say fortieth is the charm.

Ain't I something? [Bren]


I am the brilliant creation of: Atlene
My momma named me: Juliette deMer [joo-lee-et duh-mare]
I prefer: Letty, Jules, JJ
On my cake are 21 candles.
Just call me: The Perfectionist
I live in: Apartment Number Uno
A little about me: Look, name's Juliette, but do call me Letty. Childhood pet name I can't part with, deal with it. I started high school thinking that I could be something, something big. I begged my parents to let me take singing classes, I joined choir and sang my heart out, hell, I even sang in front of my bedroom mirror with a hairbrush. I knew was was ready, I was born ready, ready to sing. I had the talent, I had the looks, everyone knew it.

I knew I was definitely ready to sing in front of millions of people, to make my parent's lives a little easier after what they had done for me. "You're going to make it, Letty, you're going to make it big. They must be deaf if they don't hear your talent."

Apparently everyone was death. No one wants me to sing for them. I'm stuck in this greasy, dingy little diner wearing this stupid waitress uniform and smiling like an idiot to the customers. God, what am i doing wrong? Maybe I'm just not cut out for singing? Maybe they lied to me, maybe I really can't sing after all.
Find me: Home. I still sing in front of the mirror with a hairbrush in my hand. Maybe, maybe if I practice enough...
Love em': Music. Honesty. Shakespeare. Creativity. Praise.
Hate em': Sadness. Imperfection. Stupidity. Thieves. Those who are tone deaf.
Win me: A record. Shopping. Unconditional love. Move to Hollywood. Books.
Lose me: Insects. Failure. Working at the diner. Hate. Reality.
You should know: I adore Chocolate, she's my sister's ferret. Yes, ferret.
Ain't I something? click.

Looks interesting!!!

((I'm going to move this into th Modern and Schools subforum, where it sounds like it fits better.))

((Sorry for not posting earlier))
Brendan sat over the toilet, puking his guts out. What time was it? He looked at his watch, seeing that it was around 6:00AM. He wiped his mouth, flushing the toilet before staggering to get up. He was drunk, more drunk than usual at least. How many drinks did he have? So many that he forgot to count them. His stash of weed was gone, flushed all thanks to his friends. They were a real treat. They kept him sober for the longest time, even helping him during his relapses. Of course cold turkey was hell for him, even more so than the patch of the gum. He splashed his face with cold water.

I walked back to my room, grabbing a pen and my logbook as I documented last night. Consumed an innumerable amount of alcohol. Everyone else in the world was probably getting ready for work, but I was struggling to get up altogether.

Xanthius slipped out of his room as he heard the door close to Brendan's bedroom. He made his way down the hallway to the bathroom. Once in side he closed the door and locked it then pulled on the handle to confirm that it was secure. He turned and cringed as the acidy smell of vomit still tainted the air. Xanthius stared at himself in the mirror, "Why the hell should you be aloud to judge him? At least he is willing to go out and try to have some fun! Damn loser!" He punched the mirror not thinking clearly and then flinched as it shattered and pieces stuck into his hand "Damn!" He cursed his self then cleaned up and finished his morning routine. As he got ready to walk out he looked back at the mirror and shied, "The guys are going to kill me!"