i'm probably a {F O O L} to think...

[the hollywood kid]

Hello, there . . .
My name is cassie

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I am 7TEEN[/font] years old,
and have been roleplaying for 5+[/font] years.
My favorite genre to roleplay is modern[/font].
My least favorite genre to roleplay is based on such-and-such[/font].
To tell you the truth, I think I should be placed into verse or haiku[/font] because i've no clue. you two know my style better than me[/font].
Oh, I forgot to tell you – I heard about this site from my haley love[/font].

So, here's my first roleplay example; it's genre is modern[/font].[/center]

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And here's my second example; it's genre is modern

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[/s]afternoon, it had been to his sidekick ringing with a picture of Delia to show it was her. Instantly the memory had flooded his head and he'd simply shoved his phone off the mattress, praying to god that when it hit the wood floor in his room his roommate wouldn't run in and freak about what was going on. Thankfully no screaming Asians had barged into his room. but Delia had kept calling until he'd finally answered. The first words out of her mouth had been about the dorms and he couldn't help but laugh. Most of their conversations started this way. Well, it was only one more year until she could live here. But he'd be gone. With the way he went he'd most likely be held up by a drug dealer and shot, or just killed himself with an overdose or his liver finally disintegrated. He'd listened like a good friend as she ranted about her living situation, and hen as she went on about her project. he'd hated that class. But then again, he hated all his classes. He'd tried to convince her to just bring it over, he'd help throw some shit together. but it was a no-go. They'd decided instead on just partying together. Which, in his opinion, was a way better plan.

Thankfully the Asian had decided to leave at some point while he was on the phone. Nik could only pray that the kid would get deported back home or something. he really didn't like him that much. Which was odd, considering he could've been living with worse. All he knew was that when eh came home from Delia's dorm one morning there had been this Asian kid putting shit away in a room. It had scared the crap out of Dorman (who had been totally fucked at the time), but later he grew to just be pissed off. He had rather enjoyed having his own apartment. No one complained about him and Delia then. But most of the time, like tonight, the kid was hardly around when Delia was coming over. Which was probably for the best. They usually had to either open windows or end their partying by crashing in the bathroom. Nik usually just slept in the tub and leaned out to puke in the toilet. He couldn't recall how many times he'd woken up in that damn tub. But as he got out of the shower he swore he was not sleeping in that tub again tonight. he'd just put a trashcan around him wherever he ended up. And god he hoped Delia didn't puke on anything. Once they'd both gotten sick at her dorm and had ended up puking in front of some freshman's door. It had been priceless, and the moment the freshman realized who had done it he had stopped complaining. no one bitched about Nik, or Delia. And you especially didn't do it when they were together. they were scary, and they knew it. or at least Nik was scary. he knew Delia could be if she wanted to.

When the banging started on his door his hair was still wet and he was just wearing pants. growling he zips his jeans up and wraps the towel around his neck, knowing already who it was. "Don't break my fucking door, cunt. No one's got the cash to buy a new one" he snaps, undoing the locks and flinging it open. She usually kicked about the same spot. there was already a hole there that he had never bothered to even try and fix. Hell, it made finding his apartment that much easier. Grabbing a bag from her he sets it on the bar's counter, pulling out a stool to set another bag on. When the word party was mentioned, Delia never hesitated to get what was needed and so much more. Plucking her red bull from her hand he kisses her cheek and sets the can on the counter. he rubs the towel over his mop of wet hair and shakes his head, dropping the towel onto another stool. The place was never really clean. And thankfully ti didn't faze anyone. He buttons his jeans, sauntering back to his room to grab a belt. Fuck shirts. It was his place, he could wear or not wear what he pleased. After coming back to the living room he threads the belt through the loops and starts rummaging through the bags. "There better be a red bull for me somewhere in here, or I'm sending you out t get me one. The Asian left, i have no slave." he almost felt bad for the kid. Him and Delia teased him almost as much as they used to tease his little sister.[/color][/SIZE] ][/size][/ul]

I would prefer it if you read my first

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Is there anything else that I needed to tell you? Oh, by the way, `` admin approved[/font].

Pssst . . . i miss you girls.[/font][/center]