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 Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 3:03 pm
...plot... Seven friends, three guys and four girls, were the best of friends, all through pre-K and elementary
school. Eventually, however, they all split apart, to different places around the world, living their own thing.
But, when they were all seventeen or so, one of their group members died, the youngest one, only sixteen, a very sad death indeed. Brutally murdered, Sophy McClaire's body was found in upstate New York, prey to many things.
Brought back to New York, the six decided to rent an apartment and figure out who killed Sophy McClaire, and why. In order to do that, they have to weasel the information from the people Sophy knew best, but the small and dirty little secrets they hold might come out before they ever know who killed Sophy McClaire...
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 3:11 pm
...terms and conditions...
1. You must be literate. I do not define literacy by the length of a post, but by the quality of one. Make a good two sentences, and I will accept them. This DOES NOT mean you can post:
"I love you," Delilah murmured.
So don't take advantage of me.
2. On profiles, I got sick of profiles arriving in my inbox. So I have a new system. You are to use my profile code, and you are to post your profiles here. After I have accepted or declined it, you will delete it by utitlising the handy delete button located by the quote and edit buttons that are to the top left of this post. Then I will utilise the copy-paste manuever.
3. I don't care about pictures. Anime, fine. Real ones, fine. Just no sluts, well known celebs, or more than one. ONE in IMG, the REST in URL. Got it?
4. Don't you dare cyber in my thread.
5. Bolded speaking would be GREAT! Italisced thoughts would be SPLENDID! Posting in size 8-11 would be FANTASTICA! But not needed.
6. I don't care about if you post in third or first. Please don't quote. Utilise OOC in some form.
7. Follow the ToS. They aren't there to look pretty.
8. Don't you dare argue with me.
9. I reserve the right to decline you, kick you out, and change these rules as I see fit.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 3:28 pm
...profile codes...IF YOU ARE ONE OF THE ORIGINAL FRIENDS, A DETECTIVE, HERE IS YOUR CODE!!www.hereisyourONEandONLYpicture.com
Put links here and you may redescribe their apperance in your own words if you so choose.
They Named Me
Full name goes here.
But Guess What, I Named Myself
Nicknames.
I Hail From
The city you were dragged from to come to New York.
Guess How Many I Blew Out?
Age, sixteen through eighteen, DOB and star sign in parentheses.
I Bang
Guys, girls, or both.
I Go In The
Ladies room or mens room: your gender. SO hard!
Recessive Genes Make Me Like This
4 GOOD sentences for a personality. THIRD person.
Historia
3 GOOD sentences. THIRD person.
Ooh. Ah!
Likes. At least seven.
Get Away From Me, Perv!
DISlikes. At least seven.
Now, You're The Only One That Knows, But...
A secret. Two sentences, not the: I cut. Because I want to.
Other s**t
See above. Optional.
The Puppetmaster
Username A dur.[size=9]www.hereisyourONEandONLYpicture.com
[color=red]Put links here and you may redescribe their apperance in your own words if you so choose.[/color]
[b][color=black]They Named Me[/color]
[/b][color=red]Full name goes here.[/color]
[b][color=black]But Guess What, I Named Myself[/color][/b]
[color=red]Nicknames. [/color]
[b][color=black]I Hail From[/color][/b]
[color=red]The city you were dragged from to come to New York.[/color]
[b][color=black]Guess How Many [i]I[/i] Blew Out?[/color][/b]
[color=red]Age, sixteen through eighteen, DOB and star sign in parentheses.[/color]
[b][color=black]I Bang[/color][/b]
[color=red]Guys, girls, or both.[/color]
[b][color=black]I Go In The[/color][/b]
[color=red]Ladies room or mens room: your gender. SO hard![/color]
[b][color=black]Recessive Genes Make Me Like This[/color][/b]
[color=red]4 GOOD sentences for a personality. THIRD person.[/color]
[b][color=black]Historia[/color][/b]
[color=red]3 GOOD sentences. THIRD person.[/color]
[b][color=black]Ooh. Ah![/color][/b]
[color=red]Likes. At least seven.[/color]
[b][color=black]Get Away From Me, Perv![/color][/b]
[color=red]DISlikes. At least seven.[/color]
[b][color=black]Now, You're The Only One That Knows, But...[/color][/b]
[color=red]A secret. Two sentences, not the: I cut. Because I want to.[/color]
[b][color=black]Other s**t[/color][/b]
[color=red]See above. Optional.[/color]
[b][color=black]The Puppetmaster[/color][/b]
[color=red]Username A dur.[/color][/size] IF YOU ARE ONE OF SOPHY'S FIVE FRIENDS, HERE IS YOUR CODE!
www.hereisyourONEandONLYpicture.com
Put links here and you may redescribe their apperance in your own words if you so choose.
They Named Me
Full name goes here.
But Guess What, I Named Myself
Nicknames.
Guess How Many I Blew Out?
Age, fourteen through sixteen, DOB and star sign in parentheses.
I Bang
Guys, girls, or both.
I Go In The
Ladies room or mens room: your gender. SO hard!
Recessive Genes Make Me Like This
4 GOOD sentences for a personality. THIRD person.
Historia
3 GOOD sentences. THIRD person.
Ooh. Ah!
Likes. At least seven.
Get Away From Me, Perv!
DISlikes. At least seven.
Other s**t
See above. Optional.
The Puppetmaster
Username A dur.[size=9]www.hereisyourONEandONLYpicture.com
[color=dodgerblue]Put links here and you may redescribe their apperance in your own words if you so choose.[/color]
[b][color=black]They Named Me[/color]
[/b][color=dodgerblue]Full name goes here.[/color]
[b][color=black]But Guess What, I Named Myself[/color][/b]
[color=dodgerblue]Nicknames. [/color]
[b][color=black]Guess How Many [i]I[/i] Blew Out?[/color][/b]
[color=dodgerblue]Age, fourteen through sixteen, DOB and star sign in parentheses.[/color]
[b][color=black]I Bang[/color][/b]
[color=dodgerblue]Guys, girls, or both.[/color]
[b][color=black]I Go In The[/color][/b]
[color=dodgerblue]Ladies room or mens room: your gender. SO hard![/color]
[b][color=black]Recessive Genes Make Me Like This[/color][/b]
[color=dodgerblue]4 GOOD sentences for a personality. THIRD person.[/color]
[b][color=black]Historia[/color][/b]
[color=dodgerblue]3 GOOD sentences. THIRD person.[/color]
[b][color=black]Ooh. Ah![/color][/b]
[color=dodgerblue]Likes. At least seven.[/color]
[b][color=black]Get Away From Me, Perv![/color][/b]
[color=dodgerblue]DISlikes. At least seven.[/color]
[b][color=black]Other s**t[/color][/b]
[color=dodgerblue]See above. Optional.[/color]
[b][color=black]The Puppetmaster[/color][/b]
[color=dodgerblue]Username A dur.[/color][/size]
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 4:09 pm
...the detectives...Three girls and two guys, got it?
With her hair the colour of rich soil, only five two and 98 pounds, Lindsey Sinclair is not the most intimidating. Hiding behind her horn rimmed glasses, Lindsey mysteriously never appears in pictures, but merely recesses into the distance. Her eyes are the colour of emeralds in the light, a deep green lined with celery green at the pupil. Piss her off and they will be come a hard green, but if you are able to achieve the rare feat of making her happy, her eyes will twinkle in the light. Lindsey wears sweatshirts and jeans to hide in, her hair usually covering her face. Lindsey lives to blend in, lives to be one of many. Maybe she doesn't pull this off, but she can get the satisfaction of knowing that she tried.
They Named Me
Lindsey Isabel Sinclair
But Guess What, I Named Myself
Lindsey
I Hail From
Cambridge, England
Guess How Many I Blew Out?
Seventeen (September 13, 1990/Virgo)
I Bang
Guys.
I Go In The
Ladies room.
Recessive Genes Make Me Like This
Lindsey is shy and unassuming, rarely ever talking, although thoughts always swarm through her mind, ones she'd never share. Hiding behind baby-blue horn rimmed glasses with hand encrusted green rhinestones, Lindsey would rather play Juliet [+] , her electric violin, more than anything else. Talking does not come naturally to Lindsey Sinclair, but something she has to work at. Like gym, for instance. A solitary girl, people bother Lindsey. So do animals, aside from flamingos, penguins, dogs, and cats. Lindsey rarely talks, and even then she doesn't. Although many might say Lindsey is your classic girl holding a façade, happy but crying, the glitch is that Lindsey never acts happy because she isn't. Lindsey, after having being cruelly lied to at the age of nine, is quite the firm believer in telling the truth, but she isn't above stretching the truth. And so Lindsey is terribly depressed, quietly playing Juliet while she examines the new pink web of skin that, every day, stems a little more until it will quietly take over her arm.
Unstable, Lindsey cracks under the slightest of pressure, worries over insignificant affairs, agonizes over every last detail. She becomes delirious when people insult her and slips into a persona that is not Lindsey. Paranoid, Lindsey hates heights and is dead scared of death. The word sends shivers down her spine, makes the fine hairs on her arm stand pricked. And then Lindsey recesses into Juliet, quietly playing off into teh
Historia
Growing up, Lindsey Sinclair was a fortunate little girl, with two loving parents, Susanna and Jamison, who loved their middle daughter to death. At first, Lindsey had been the quintessential child: she'd mastered putting the square peg in the square hole at two, cracked the code of reading at four. Lindsey was Susanna and Jamison's pride and joy, but the recessive genes Susanna carried had made their way over to Lindsey, lurking under the surface and waiting for the correct moment to strike and turn Lindsey into one troubled little girl.
The day came when Lindsey was ten, a pretty spring day without a cloud in sight, but also the day an arsonist lurked in her small town in Washington. He had set fire to the day care building where Lindsey's three year old sister Kianne was. Kianne instantly died as the smoke smothered her, and Lindsey became paranoid. She worried constantly about arsonists and murderers, abductors and rapists. It made Lindsey depressed and not fun to be around; people were always walking on eggshells. What do you say to the girl whose little sister was smothered? What do you say to the paranoia that followed Lindsey like a worm? You say nothing, that's what. Said to be helping Lindsey by leaving her alone (after all, she had been quiet already), it had only hurt her more. Susanna became delirious and died in a mental institution at forty-two, and Jamison became an alcoholic that took his anger towards the arsonist on Lindsey. And at only eleven, Lindsey was alone, her only friend Juliet and her sister Beatrix (or Trixie). This hit Lindsey hard. Very hard. She would come home, the shell she put on every morning cracked, and run to her room and play Juliet. Slowly Lindsey recessed into the distance, only the girl in your science class who spilled hydrochoric acid on your shoes. Lindsey had become just a girl. People began to leave Lindsey alone, but she was only becoming more depressed and 'insane', as Jamison dubbed it. She took to cutting, took to binging and purging. Lindsey was become troubled, the line of thread that made Lindsey stable slowly unraveling....
Ooh. Ah!
Poetry.
Ice skating.
Chocolate.
Writing.
Pink.
Pillows.
Sleep.
Literature.
Color!
Watching the sun rise.
Watching the sun set.
Taking pictures of random stuff.
Daydreaming.
Walking around aimlessly.
Cleaning and organizing.
Fountain pens.
Freedom of speech.
Playing with Microsoft Word.
Sticky notes.
Sugar.
Cats.
Black.
Pajama pants.
Juliet, her beloved eletric violin.
Get Away From Me, Perv!
Bitchy people.
People who sterotype.
Alarm clocks.
Finding no peanut butter in the jar when you have a craving.
Waking up.
Finding your jeans don't fit.
Screechy cellists.
Emoticons.
Spasms of white nothingness.
Writer's block.
Chat Speak.
Being called Carly.
Uncomfortable clothes.
Acne, especially the kind that comes with stress.
Evil landlords.
Now, You're The Only One That Knows, But...
Let's see. She hallucinates, she's delusional, and clincally depressed, and she cuts her self because blood is fun.
Other s**t
Not now.
The Puppetmaster
Secreta84
They Named Me
Harra Amazon Rachel Romana Arial
But Guess What, I Named Myself
Harra, Ray
I Hail From
Ketchikan, Alaska
Guess How Many I Blew Out?
16 (April 23, 1990, Taurus)
I Bang
Guys, but I have nothing wrong with girls who ‘bang‘ other girls, or guys that ‘bang‘ other guys.
I Go In The
Ladies room, of course!
Recessive Genes Make Me Like This
Harra is relatively quiet, enjoying things most teenagers her age don’t. She is loyal to her friends, no matter what. Being very disliked by everyone other than her friends when she lived in New York, Harra has learned to accept others, always. Her favorite quote, “You laugh because I‘m different, but I laugh because you‘re all the same!”
Historia
Growing up in the large city of New York might not have been the best for the small town Harra. Through a school life of being teased, her parents finally decided enough was enough, and they moved to Ketchikan, Alaska. Ever since, Harra has been a flourishing student, and wants to become a crime scene inspector/detective for murder cases, ironically, she‘s gotten her chance.
Ooh. Ah!
Cold Weather
The New Detectives (and other Forensic Science shows!)
Phantom of the Opera (Especially Erik)
The colours of Black Red, Blue, and Silver
Swords/Scythes
Divination
The “Unknown”
Opera Music
Singing
Writing
Get Away From Me, Perv!
Celebrities that are too famous
People who make fun of Opera
People who think they can sing, but really can‘t!
People who have too big of an ego
Narcissists
People that need to learn how to type
People in general that make fun of me and aren‘t my friends.
Now, You're The Only One That Knows, But...
I was diagnosed as terminal a few years back, the doctors don‘t know what‘s wrong with me, but they know that whatever it is, it will kill me, However, they don‘t know when I’m going to die, I am afraid everyday that it will be my last.
Other s**t
And very few know this, but it could be perhaps of the fact I know I‘ll die someday sooner than others. But I have once or twice actually been able to contact spirits. I do enjoy Divination and the Divining Arts, but before I had actually talked to a Spirit, I had never thought it could happen. I know better now, and try my hardest to keep in contact with the Spirit World whenever possible.
The Puppetmaster
Harra_Wizen
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 5:48 pm
...sophy's friendsTwo girls and two guys.
((Accepted. Please delete your post.))
Dark hair frames Aimee's face, giving her a harsh look. A black beret is titled to the side, and her eyes are royal blue.
They Named Me
Aimee Marie Scott
But Guess What, I Named Myself
Aimee
Guess How Many I Blew Out?
Fourteen (February 24, 1992/Pisces)
I Bang
Guys
I Go In The
Ladies room!
Recessive Genes Make Me Like This
Off the wall, Aimee's personality changes more than the average kid picks up a pencil in one day of school. Perhaps that was what endeared her to Sophy McClaire.
Historia
3 GOOD sentences. THIRD person.
Ooh. Ah!
Likes. At least seven.
Get Away From Me, Perv!
DISlikes. At least seven.
Other s**t
See above. Optional.
The Puppetmaster
Username A dur.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 12:03 pm
 (The left one)
They Named Me
Danny Wayne Ayers
But Guess What, I Named Myself
Gabriell, Sakurai
I Hail From
Roanoke, Virginia
Guess How Many I Blew Out?
16 (October 24, 1990 Scorpio)
I Bang
Both
I Go In The
Mens!
Recessive Genes Make Me Like This
When you first get to know him, he can seem depressed, angry, and homocidal. Though, deep down, he's a nice, caring and carefree guy. He's usually quiet, and to himself, but piss him off and he'll bite your head off.
Historia
When Danny was young, he didn't have anyone. His mom walked out on him, and friends were an issue, as he had very few. But years passed, and times changed. Though he's still his depressed self, he's a lot more outgoing than he used to be.
Ooh. Ah!
Blood
White chocolate
Coca-cola
Any type of chips (Except salt and vinager)
Scars
Great personalities
His friends
Get Away From Me, Perv!
Rich snobs
Preps
People that cheat themselves
Liars
Celebreties that make girls go anorexic because of their looks
People that diss him or his friends
Mean people
Now, You're The Only One That Knows, But...
He is transexual (A female trapped in a males body)
Other s**t
See above. Optional.
The Puppetmaster
[Blood Dragon]
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