αяσʋи∂ тнɛ cσяиɛя {accepting}

[Tippie Toe]

Yet again, it's December, December 25th, the streets are in glow, like a light in a dark abyss. In an urban small town, that has been long forgotten, is as modern as can be. Though they prefer the classics, playing cards around the fire and watching black and white movies before bed. Though this night is like no other, you are trapped out doors, forgetting your key in your locker. Some swears had been muttered, the cold piercing your skin, as the snowflakes danced till they settled on your shoulders and hair. Remembering the school is closed over Christmas break, you have no way to get the key. 
Just as you remember the key, you can remember your mother's voice before she left on her three week vacation, 'If you need anything, the new neighbors will help for sure.' A dumbfounding thought, knowing you'd have to cross the small woods, just to get there. But it wasn't the woods you were worried about, it was the old abandoned house in the middle, that seemed to cry for attention when anyone passed by.
As you try to talk yourself into sleeping on your door step, you sneeze, perhaps walking there wouldn't be so bad?
Turning on your heels you begin  behind your house, seeing the flattened clearing turning into a kingdom of trees as you kept going. A slightly thick fog had gathered around the woods hours ago, though still it remained, another challenge in your way. It wasn't long before you were seventy feet from the old abandoned house, only grateful that it was to your right. Your ears are filled with screams and cries, moans of pain, and the occasional laughter. This is what kicks you into gear, your heart racing, adrenaline pumping through your blood, you kick off into a run, not looking back. 
Moments later you find the clearing, straining your eyes to see the baby blue painted house. You know they'll shelter you, even though you are shaky, you have the urge to go back, to get another look at the older house. Pursing your lips, trying to stop your trembling, you knock on the door. Maybe you were going insane,  you probably just need some sleep.

{ this is in third person point of view }
Note : So that was just the intro of our plot, though the plot is changeable and moldable as we go, but here is just a simple layout : 

____ always knew there was something different about the old mansion in the urban's woods, but he has never had the confidence to go in. Of course, being an A+ student, he knows better then to just march right in. Brooke, just moved to the urban city from New York, she and her mother seeking a less crazy life. Even though it is amazing in the urban, she does have some longing from her 'old life' in N.Y. Unknowingly to Brooke, her mother and _____'s mother have already become friends, and her mother offered to be of help if ___ needed anything while his mother was one vacation. 
When he is locked out of his house, and seeks them for shelter until he can think of something he can do, he stumbles yet again on the old mansion, but has an odd experience. Once he finally made it to his new neighbors' house, he knocks on the door, still shaken up. Brooke's mother was called out on an emergency and wouldn't be back for a few days, so ___ has to trust himself into the care of Brooke.
( this is where we start with our freedom of ideas xD ~) 

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[Tippie Toe]

Name: Brooke Lambing
Age: Seventeen
Personality: Brooke is a very loud, outgoing, and spontaneous person. Usually she doesn't think before she acts, which is usually her downfall, though her stubbornness comes in handy. It's hard to push her around, or to get her to change her opinions, because everything is like fine ink to her. Usually she gets along with people rather well, and is friendly, until you get on her bad side. Though under her outgoing cover lies a rarely seen, shy, caring, girl who longs for a calm life.
Short Bio: Brooke's father left them when she was two, and it's something she never was able to get over. Mostly because she could remember her mother coming home around two in the morning, dying of exhaustion. Ever since her father left, she had developed a shy personality, scared that if she did become attached to someone, they'd leave her.
She was rather devastated when she had to leave New York, just to come to somewhere very secluded. Though only to find it was what she was inwardly yearning for. It has only been two weeks since she'd moved there, and she already got a part time job that she is to start very soon.
Though it required Brooke to leave everything she knew and her friends behind, she wanted out of her old apartment that her and her mother shared. Mostly because when she was eleven, she came home, only to see her older adoptive sister had hung herself. Ever since there has been a joyful part of Brooke missing.
On occasions she'd swear that she hears voices in her head, say thing things she could never understand. Though she stopped telling people, in fear of being called 'crazy' and being sent to a 'crazy hospital.' She hopes it was just her mind playing with her while she was in New York, perhaps moving here was a grand idea.
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[DevilliciousPea]

Name: Kaien Allen Hitoraski
Age: Seventeen
Personality: Kaien is a very quiet guy, he is awfully shy about a lot and normally sticks to himself or the very few friends he has. He is a straight A+ student, majority of the time being the teacher’s pet. He has not missed one day of school ever since elementary school when he missed once for being sick. Kaien can be a very carefree guy who is funny and can show one a great time. When needed he will stick up for what he believes in and can put up a fight, although this doesn’t happen too often.
Short Bio: Kaien’s father passed away when he was just a year old, his mother left soon after he was gone. Kaien was put into an orphanage but was adopted about two months later by a woman named Ramona. She raised him like he was her own, she never told him that he was adopted, trying her hardest not to let him find out. As he grew older he was raised well and taught to do the best he could, obviously being an A student ever since getting into school, hardly missing school. He became a wonderful artist and spends majority of his time alone. Little does his ‘mother’ know, he snuck through her things while she was away and he found out he was adopted, and he hasn’t been the same ever since finding out. His out-going and bright personality down sided and he became quiet, shy, but he worked his hardest in school, but felt like it wasn’t enough. He has lived in the same house all sixteen years and a few months; unable to move because of his mother, who wants him to have a stable home until he graduates.
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[Tippie Toe]

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A red haired female was curled up on the couch, a paper backed book clutched in her hands, and seemed rather focused on it, instead of the TV flashing in front of her. Though her chocolate brown eyes would occasionally peer over to the windows, wanting to take a small peek at the pure-looking snow poring softly outside. It wasn't like rain, it was like miniature ballerinas in white, dancing in the wind, until they hid the already white covered ground or other objects, only to remain still until a small gust of wind would carry it away. She envied the freedom of a snowflake, being able to drift off, going where ever the wind would take it. Though instead, she was on the black leather couch, curled up, stuck inside, reading. It couldn't get much worse then that...right?
Though, she was snapped out of her trance as she heard the clicking of high heals hit the wood of the small house's hallways. Her eyes moved from the window, to her mother, who had changed to look rather...professional looking. Of course her mother was rather professional, having a high degree and a nice job, but always had to travel, always leaving Brooke to herself. Her mother, a brunette with luxurious curly hair, and soft green eyes, planted a kiss on Brooke's pail forehead. "I've got a few meetings in Mexico this week, hopefully I won't be gone for long." she said, before slipping on a jacket, "Remember our new neighbors I've been telling you about? Well, the mother of the household is gone, if Prince comes over, you are obligated to help him, understand?" Brooke raised her eyebrow, "I know, I know, mother. Besides, I'm not that cold hearted." she said running a hand through her own hair. Her mother chuckled and kissed Brooke's cheek before walking out the door.
A sense of loneliness yet again washed over Brooke, it was almost like a heart ache. It was like she wanted to bury her head in a pillow and cry softly. Though, she could have a good time, right? She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts, what in the bloody hell was she thinking? There was no way she'd 'have a good time', she'd be like a lost puppy waiting for it's owner. She stood up and shook her head, moving into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad, she could stay up late, sleep in, hang around, and maybe finish up on some sketches. It wasn't like she had school work to worry about.
Brooke technically was a drop out. Even though her mother had an excellent job, it wasn't enough to pay off the bills Brooke's father had plunged them into. Once the red head had turned fifteen she started working, giving up prom, homecoming, school activities, even being caption of the running team, so her mother wouldn't have to work so hard. Though her mother was against this at first, it took some time, but she was able to get it through her mother's stubborn head. She had given up so much, but she figured it was worth it, not to see her mother looking crippled every night.
A sigh left her lips, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad...





【O. O. C.】 /shot..xD

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[DevilliciousPea]

Кαιєи αℓℓєи нιтσяαsкι

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♫ ♪ ”α я т is my burning passion” ♪ ♫
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Kaien shivered, his breath visible to his own eye. He wrapped his arms around himself a bit, trying to keep all the body heat he had; sure it was not much but he was trying to do his best. Slowly walking away from his house, a bit hesitant on where he was walking. He slowed to a stop after a few minutes of walking, staring up at the trees, he knew what lie inside the woods. The house that has taunted him, gave him this feeling like he wished to go into it and figure out the house and what about it gave off this weird feeling. He bit his lower lip, about to turn around but he knew he needed shelter and would need to get warm before he got ill. Slowly he walked into the woods. His pajamas were rather light compared to what he normally would wear; which would be thick pajamas with some heavy blankets around his body. His black hair was collecting small specks of white on the top of his hair. Thankfully he wore on his favorite scarf, ever since it started snowing outside it made his house chilly, so he was always seen wearing his creme colored scarf that was a Christmas present from his friend from school.

He hated going into the woods, he knew 'it' was near. He could literally feel the abandoned house near by, and sure enough the house came into view. He wanted to continue walking past it but something stopped him. Slowly he moved towards the house, but he stopped directly infront of it. He looked over the features of the house thinking it wasn't as bad as he thought. He could not help but to smirk at himself, he was always so worried about the house, but it appeared as every ordinary house; but that is when he heard a noise come from near the house. He could not tell which part of the house the noise came from, but it surely made him jump. His heart began to race, his blood pumping through his system. His body was warm instantly, no hot. Although it was a chilly night in the snow, his body was boiling; without another minute of standing near the house he took off running towards the neighbors house. 'What was that?!' He thought to himself as he ran.

It felt like forever before he got to the house. He had to stop briefly to catch his breath; to him it felt like pins and needles in his chest from the freezing air. He coughed lightly, his skin a bit pale from being startled. He was a little shaky as he walked up to the door, knocking on it. His hands were freezing so it hurt to knock. He rubbed the bends of his fingers, glancing back towards the woods. He wanted to know what it was, but he felt too rattled to even think more of it. "I pray someone is home..." He whispered to himself, worrying about the fact that nobody would even be home and he would be stuck in the freezing cold.

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