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 Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:43 pm
₩ℯʟ¢ℴмℯ ♈ø т♄ℯ Å¢@∂εмƴ
$омёшнєґё їй тнё щояld, (Ї aм иот $aуїйg щнєяє...) Ї$ a мaй$їои $о нцgё, їт мaкё$ Bїll Gaтё$ jєalоц$. Їт ї$ callёd тнё Acadєму, мadє fоґ тнє gєиїц$ё$ оf тнё fцтцґє.
Їт нa$ мaйу advaйcєd cоцґ$ё$. Оf cоця$ё, єacн cоцґ$ё ї$и'т щнaт їт $єєм$ то вё. Cнёмї$тґу? Dёal$ шїтн єжplо$їvё$. Щґїтїиg cla$$? Fоґgєґу Lє$$ой$.
Cомpцтёґ Tєcн? Їйfїlтґaтїои. Laиgцagє$? Шёll, laйgцagё$. AЬоцт 756 оf тнём то Ьє єжacт. Єacн оиё оf тнём ёvёґу $тцdєит нa$ то вё flцёйт щїтн то pa$$. Lїfё.
Їf уоц faїl тнї$ Acadёму, тнёй... йо ойё caи $aу єжacтlу.
Ёacн $тцdёит нa$ a vєґу, vєґу $pёcїal $кїll тнaт тнёу нavєи'т ґєalїzёd. A $кїll, $о vєґу $pёcїal, їт caи caц$є тнє щояld$ єжтїиcтїои, оґ fїйё$т cєйтцяу уєт.
Йо $тцdєйт caй яёмёмвєя aиутнїиg.
Tнёу щaкє цp aйd aяё їи a щнїтё dоґм ґоом, шнїтє шall$, flооґ, вєd. Tнє вєd ї$ lїкє a но$pїтal вєd, йот cомfу, Ьцт иот нaяd. Ои тнёїґ cнє$т ї$ aи ёйvєlоpё. Їй$їdё, тнёяє ї$ a dїffёяёит lєттєґ fоя єvєґу $тцdєйт.
Fоґ тнё $cїёитї$т$, тноцgн ЙО ОЙЁ кйош$, нavє вєёй $тцdуїиg ёacн тёёй $їйcє тнёїґ fїґ$т $єcойd$ ои єaґтн. Tнёу кйощ шнaт мaкё$ тнєм тїcк, щну тнєу тїcк, aйd нощ LОЙG тнєу щїll тїcк. Tнєяё aяє a fєш туpїcal clїqцє$. Єacн $тцdёйт ї$ aЬоцт 16-18 уєaґ$ оf agё, вцт єacн fяом lїтєяallу, aґоцйd тнё шоґld.
~Tнё Tёcнйо$: Tнё оиє$ тнaт aґё gёттїйg тнё вє$т gґadє$ їи їиfїlтяaтїой, Ї мёaи, cомpцтёя тєcн. Tнёу aґє qцїёт, aйd $ёcґётїvє. Иот тоо $ёcґєтїvє, a$ тнёу aяё ёa$їlу ЬґїЬёd. Bцт, dоцвlё-cяо$$ ойё, aиd му$тёяїоц$lу, тнё Acadёму щїll тнїик уоц faїlёd all уоцґ єжaм$. Уё$, тнєу caй нacк їито тнё Acadєму'$ ґёcоґd$. Bцт тнaт caмё fґом $омё мajоґ вцтт-кї$$їйg, aиd all оf тнєм LОVЁ тнё нїgнєґ-цp pёоplё. Уоц caй'т Ьґївё тнём aвоцт тнaт.
~Tнё ???: A daґк gяоцp оf pєоplё. Gо$$їp $aу$ тнaт тнёу faїlєd all оf тнёїґ ёжaм$, вцт $омєнощ оцт$мaятєd тнє Bоaяd. Tнєу иош aяё їммоґтal оя $омєтнїиg, вцт aяє dоомёd то $тaу щїтнїи тнє Bоцйdaяїє$ оf тнє Acadєму. Vєґу $єcґётїvё, daяк, aиd яёЬёllїоц$. Daйgёяоц$, aиd нavє иєvёґ lо$т a fїgнт. ИЄVЄЯ. Aиd vєґу їйтєй$є
~Tнє Шєlcомїиg Cґєш: A gяоцp оf мaиу цpЬєaт pёоplё, all $мїlё$. Tнєу ц$цallу aґё тнё adояaвlё, оpтїмї$тїcal aйgєl$. Tнєу вёlїёvє їй тнє gооd оf all pєоplє, aйd щоцld йєvёя dо aйутнїйg Ьad. Tнёу lоvє то jокё aґоциd, aйd ц$цallу вaкё cоокїє$.
~Tнє Bacквёaт$: Tнё pёоplё шно aяє vёґу... циїqцє. Tнёу нavё тнє $тґaиgє$т єує$, вцт aґё dїffєґєйт тнaй тнє ???. Tнєу aґё $тїll єияоllёd їй тнё Acadєму, вцт тнёу aґє мцcн dїffёґёит тнaи тнє отнёя$. Tнёу aяё pґётту мцcн оцтca$т$, Ьцт тнєу мояё оf яєjёcтёd тнємёlvє$. Tнєу aґє gґёaт aт мц$їc, aиd $pґaу-paїит. Aят, тоо. Fїgнтїиg? Pяо. Йот a$ pяо a$ тнє ??? тноцgн...
~Tнє Dґaмa: Tнї$ gґоцp ї$ fцll оf dґaмa, вцт lоvє то jокє aяоциd. Tнёу acё тнєїя єжaм$ aиd aяё тотal кї$$-цp$.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:48 pm
♓℮яℯṧ ṫℌℯ ρґøḟїℓℯ ṫнїᾔ❡ḯℯ:
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ:
Nᴀᴍᴇ (Hᴀs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ fᴀɴᴄʏ-sʜᴍᴀɴᴄʏ) (If ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀfᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ):
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
Cʟɪqᴜᴇ:
Wʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇ sᴀɪᴅ:
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ(Wᴏʀᴅs):
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ (Pɪᴄ):
Aɢᴇ (Sixteen to Eighteen):
Dᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ (ᴡᴏʀᴅs):
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ (Hᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴄʟɪqᴜᴇ):
Dᴀᴛᴇᴀʙʟᴇ?
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 8:20 pm
♓℮яℯṧ ṫℌℯ ρґøḟїℓℯ ṫнїᾔ❡ḯℯ:  Username: iiRain Bao
Nᴀᴍᴇ (Hᴀs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ fᴀɴᴄʏ-sʜᴍᴀɴᴄʏ) (If ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀfᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ): Kamanika Jaramainika (Kamii)
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
Cʟɪqᴜᴇ: Backbeats
Wʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇ sᴀɪᴅ: Welcome, Kamanika Jaramainika, to The Academy. Watch your step around Mr.Tikito. He knows.
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ(Wᴏʀᴅs): Beautiful, intense icy blue eyes, pale-ish skin that blushes sometimes, and full lips. She has neon pink hair, and long legs.
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ (Pɪᴄ):
Aɢᴇ (Sixteen to Eighteen): 16
Dᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ (ᴡᴏʀᴅs): Re-painted walls to appear like sky. Has mulitple posters of multiple singers. Bed now has neon purple sheets and neon green pillow. Bedboard is neon blue, neon is everywhere. Has rack of about 7 different neon headphones. Color-changing strobe lights light up room, along with some random pink and blue christmas lights taped to the wall with neon duct-tape.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ (Hᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴄʟɪqᴜᴇ): A little bit out of it, a true dreamer, hidden behind a stubborn exterior. Is dyslexic, and usually draws all over tests with strange but beautiful intricate patters on margins before even starts test. Actually aces all tests.
Dᴀᴛᴇᴀʙʟᴇ? Definitely. Has new boyfriend every week, but never really in love.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 9:22 pm
[ For some weird reason, my computer won't show the symbols err, whatever for the profile skeleton. It's showing up as squares for me. Mind typing the profile skeleton for me without any kind of symbols? (:
Thank you. And I like this; it interests mee. ]
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 9:29 pm
Just the profile? Mkay Username: Name (Has to be fancy-shmancy) (If you want you could include a nickname after your name) Gender: Clique: What your envelope said: Appearance (Words): Appearance (Pic): Age (Sixteen to Eighteen): Dorm Room Appearance: Personality (Has to match clique): Dateable? biggrin The Dreaming Panda [ For some weird reason, my computer won't show the symbols err, whatever for the profile skeleton. It's showing up as squares for me. Mind typing the profile skeleton for me without any kind of symbols? (: Thank you. And I like this; it interests mee. ]
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 9:57 pm
 ♓℮яℯṧ ṫℌℯ ρґøḟїℓℯ ṫнїᾔ❡ḯℯ:
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: The Dreaming Panda
Nᴀᴍᴇ (Hᴀs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ fᴀɴᴄʏ-sʜᴍᴀɴᴄʏ) (If ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀfᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ): Isabella Celestina De Luca // Isa
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
Cʟɪqᴜᴇ: The ???
Wʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇ sᴀɪᴅ: Welcome to the Academy, Isa. Don't cause too much of a ruckus here my dear.
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ(Wᴏʀᴅs): Pretty; long jet black hair with rare scarlet eyes. Tall and slender, fair skin that is always rosy pink.
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ (Pɪᴄ):
Aɢᴇ (Sixteen to Eighteen): 16 years old
Dᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ (ᴡᴏʀᴅs): Has paintings and sketches of different faces plastered on her maroon wallpapered wall. Her bed is filled with stuffed animals, her sheets; a faded red. Everything is completely organized without a thing out of place. Has a violin case on top of her mahogany desk, a silver laptop on her bed.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ (Hᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴄʟɪqᴜᴇ): Her personal life is not known to anybody but herself. Isa is very rebellious and when something doesn't fit her ideals, she goes crazy. A complete neat freak. She doesn't like socializing with people but is often in a corner somewhere, painting or sketching a complete stranger's face. The people she draws usually turns up in some point in her life. She's no psychic, but not even her knows why she draws such things. Completely obsessed with it. Isa has never left the school's grounds or has she ever dared to do so. Very dangerous when her anger is triggered, but nice when she wants to be.
Dᴀᴛᴇᴀʙʟᴇ? Yes, but hasn't dated anyone... yet.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 10:20 pm
We will start once there is 4+ people... if there isn't a person in each Clique, feel free to make a second or third person to go into those... you cannot have two of your own people in one Clique... mmkay? :3
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 10:23 pm
iiRain Bao We will start once there is 4+ people... if there isn't a person in each Clique, feel free to make a second or third person to go into those... you cannot have two of your own people in one Clique... mmkay? :3 [ Okaaay then! (: ]
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 5:51 pm
Getting bored D: The Dreaming Panda iiRain Bao We will start once there is 4+ people... if there isn't a person in each Clique, feel free to make a second or third person to go into those... you cannot have two of your own people in one Clique... mmkay? :3 [ Okaaay then! (: ]
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 12:33 am
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: magedude299 Nᴀᴍᴇ : Kyoya Taigunto Tikito Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male Cʟɪqᴜᴇ: The ??? Wʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇ sᴀɪᴅ: Come to our school.... Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ (In Word Form) : A boy with white hair, glasses, a purpleish shirt, and black pants. Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ (Pɪᴄ):  Aɢᴇ (Sixteen to Eighteen): 18 Dᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ (ᴡᴏʀᴅs): A clean room with a small bed, a bathroom, and a desk. Some say he keeps a laptop in his desk. Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ (Hᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴄʟɪqᴜᴇ): He really is mysterious. People are talking rumors about him such as "How did he get those scars?" or "He come knows something about Kamii that nobody else does?" He is very dangerous: people that have to courage to tease him end up in the hospital three days later. He also seems to have no friends but he seems to have a girlfriend that he keeps a secret. Dᴀᴛᴇᴀʙʟᴇ? Yeah. He seems to be dating some girl... (I swear to god that I will kill myself later in my life due to weirdness. Also, I can't post all the time anymore: I'm being limited on my time on my laptop.)
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 6:39 pm
((Three is enough! biggrin Mmkay? Let the posting begin!))
((How unfortunate! Time slots on electronic devices are no fun... you will be greatly missed!! Also, you shouldn't kill yourself due to weirdness because that would be normal. You should live because of your weirdness, because that would be weird... (: ))
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 7:43 pm
There was a knock on her door, a sharp fast knock. Kamii wiped away the paint and opened the door. There was her current boyfriend, a jock with a lightning fast temper. " Hey, baby. You look terrible. Whats for breakfast?" He said, in his gruff voice, pushing past the momentarily stunned Kamii. " Uhm, I just got up..." she said quietly. She wasn't sure when she woke up, but she wasn't going to admit that. " You deaf? I said, what for breakfast?" He demanded, glaring at her. " Right, right..." Kamii said, " One moment..." she said. She would usually of jumped up and demanded something right back, as she did last time, but a black eye had corrected that habit around him. She opened the slot that usually held breakfast for only the occupant of the room, but Kamii gave it to her boyfriend, hiding her glare behind her bangs. " There you go sweetie..." she said. He grunted and inhaled the sweet auroma of Kamii's favorite breakfast, French Toast with Cinnamon-Sugar coated on top, sticking to the mound of butter slowly melting. She gulped down her fury. This has been happening the entirety of last month. Kamii was getting sick of it. She was usally patient, though stubborn, but this guy was getting on the wrong side of her... " Hmmph. Wheres the syrup?" he demanded. That was the last straw. Kamii's pale flushed a light shade of pink that made her beautiful eyes even more defined. Her boyfriend just looked up and asked, " What's wrong with your face?" Kamii's anger boiled up. " Whats wrong with my FACE?" She almost screamed. Weeks of abuse had made her anger grow. She stalked over to him, where he was glowering. He was buff with a hair cut like Mr. T, a gold chair over a South Side Gym t-shirt. " What is wrong with your BRAIN?" She demanded. " Where's the SYRUP? It's where your MIND is suppose to be!" He stood up, he was a good foot taller than her. " Excuse me?" He asked quietly, shaking with anger. She had backed him up to the hallway of the other rooms, other people could hear them now. " Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize your hearing was as low as your IQ. I said, in a nutshell, that you, are a waste, of SPACE." she said, growling. She was still nursing a black eye, as the purplish shade was still visible. " Oh really? You little ungrateful wanker, you ain't knowing NOTHING. I'M da master here. YOU'RE lucky i'm still wif ya. You an' your PAINTs. It's like i'm NOTHING. Oh, let me finish my homework, let me finish this painting... thats YOU. You never want to do anything FUN. I try an' help you, I push the teacher that assigned you ta' homework off ta' buildin. An' you don't even thank me!" He was yelling, face red as a tomato. He pushed her into the wall, she was small but developed, unfortunatley not as strong as he was. He pushed her again, shouting louder. " I TRY AN' HELP YA'! THAT KID WHO MADE FUN OF YA'? HE AIN'T ALIVE ANY-MOAR! BUT YOU DON'T CARE 'BOUT THAT! YOU SAID IT WAS WRONG! WELL IT IS, BUT THATS WHAT WE DO. IN. THE. ACADEMY. PUNK." He pushed her again, into the other wall. Kamii was in pain, but was too stubborn to apologize...
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 7:44 pm
biggrin Time 2 post!! It is officially open!! biggrin The Dreaming Panda iiRain Bao We will start once there is 4+ people... if there isn't a person in each Clique, feel free to make a second or third person to go into those... you cannot have two of your own people in one Clique... mmkay? :3 [ Okaaay then! (: ]
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 12:54 am
(My classmates think I'm going a maniac.... So maybe I should...) *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* The alarm clock Kyoya had kept beeping and beeping. Kyoya's hand kept moving around the desk he kept the clock on. He finally found it, so he smashed it to pieces with his fist. He woke up, still incredibly drowsy. "Low blood pressure sucks..." Kyoya thought, just sitting there in a daze. After 10 minutes, he got up and walked over to his closet and got dressed. "It's only 7: 25... Guess it's time for work." Kyoya thought, bringing out a laptop and turning it on. He then started to open up weird programs and the school website...
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 12:48 pm
((Classmates, Shmassmates, kiss-my-a**-mates. My classmates thought I would be dead because of my 1st degree heart block, asthma, and visual-altering migraines. I'm not dead yet.... biggrin [[Or at least I hope i'm not, because then heaven is a heck of a let down, [[or at least i hope it's heaven]]]] Caving in to peer pressure is what conformists do. Maniacs are not conformists. And just keep in mind. Einstein, Di Vinci, and Beethoven weren't exactly sane either...)) magedude299 (My classmates think I'm going a maniac.... So maybe I should...) *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* The alarm clock Kyoya had kept beeping and beeping. Kyoya's hand kept moving around the desk he kept the clock on. He finally found it, so he smashed it to pieces with his fist. He woke up, still incredibly drowsy. "Low blood pressure sucks..." Kyoya thought, just sitting there in a daze. After 10 minutes, he got up and walked over to his closet and got dressed. "It's only 7: 25... Guess it's time for work." Kyoya thought, bringing out a laptop and turning it on. He then started to open up weird programs and the school website...
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