forum Just A Dream? (closed) (come on guys, it lives again!)

Started May 31, 2018 by @Painted-Iris group

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Orion wakes up slowly, absentmindedly brushing a hand over his ears. Freezing, the blue-eyed man repeats the gesture. Standing up, he looks around, eyes lingering on a man standing close to him.

Calixto turns, noticing more people being awake. He looked over and saw the man with cat-like features staring at him. He was quite handsome actually. "Like what you see?" he joked with a smirk.

(Can I change my character?)

(Of course!)

(Okay, guys I completely forgot I had a slumber party today, so I can’t really be on here til tm)

(That's ok. Thanks for letting me know!)

Name: Asafa Mowry
Age: 17
Height: 5'11"
Sexuality: Depends
Appearance: longish green hair in a ponytail, onyx eyes, olive skin, freckles, eyeliner (expertly applied), pierced ears, sharp jaw
Clothes: tie die shirt, bomber jacket, blue shorts, dress shoes
Personality: Sensitive, hopeless romantic, flirty, wears his heart on his sleeve, pretty bad with change, loves learning new things, talks too much, naive, smooth-talker
Other: Obsessed with kit kats

(Well, I'm finally back.)
(Time to make my character the extremely shy person he is)

Milo rubbed his left arm awkwardly as he looked at the people talking to one another, wishing that he could do the same without getting flustered or stammering. He glanced at a few people, but quickly averted his gaze, hoping that they didn't catch him watching.

Elizabeth was quite the extrovert. She could befriend a lot of people easily. However, The was a little different. She didn’t want people the be offended by her choice. Elizabeth warily glanced around.

"Dear lord," Heino mumbled softly to himself. He was definitely not a directional savvy person. Rather, in fact, he had been known to be able to get lost quite easily. "Um, if we are doing pairs, can I have someone not directionally challenged? Please?" He asked quietly.

(Omg he’s so cute.)
Elizabeth laughed, “What does ‘not directionally challenged mean’?”

"I'm not too sure," he admitted, his hands fidgeting with a teal blade of grass. "I guess what I mean is that I want to be paired with someone who doesn't get lost easily. Probably." He ended the statement in his usual, awkward fashion and looked up at the black-haired girl who was talking to him, his hazel eyes meeting her green ones.

A blush crept up Elizabeth’s cheek, she ignored it. She slowly nodded, “I see…”

Milo looked around, tugging on the hem of his sweatpants as he brushed locks of curly hair out of his face. Finally, his eyes settled on a red-haired girl, his mismatched eyes widening. Before she noticed him looking, he glanced down, suddenly interested in his shoes.

Milo looked around, tugging on the hem of his sweatpants as he brushed locks of curly hair out of his face. Finally, his eyes settled on a red-haired girl, his mismatched eyes widening. Before she noticed him looking, he glanced down, suddenly interested in his shoes.

Glancing around at the landscape, Sparrkw felt someone’s eyes in her but when she turned her head, everyone else was busy talking to one another except for a cute curly haired boy

Floyd hummed in thought as he looked out at the water, before turning back to Noah. “Where are you from? Unless you’re from here?” He said, a joking edge to his tone as he chuckled to himself.

Milo looked around, tugging on the hem of his sweatpants as he brushed locks of curly hair out of his face. Finally, his eyes settled on a red-haired girl, his mismatched eyes widening. Before she noticed him looking, he glanced down, suddenly interested in his shoes.

Glancing around at the landscape, Sparrkw felt someone’s eyes in her but when she turned her head, everyone else was busy talking to one another except for a cute curly haired boy

Milo kept looking down at his shoes awkwardly as if he had suddenly grew fascinated with them. He didn't dare look up. What if that girl wanted to talk to him? Well, try not to screw up when you're talking?

Sparrow walked up to the boy “Hey! Do you know where we are?” She asked him

"Oh, uh. . ." Milo trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. "I really don't know." He finished shyly, trying for a small smile as he studied the girl.

Sparrow took a step back damn he’s cute! “I’m sparrow, yes like the bird, who are you?” She questioned

"I'm, uh, Milo." He answered, blowing a strand of hair out of his face as he met the girl's eyes with his own mismatched ones. He had never spoken to a girl with red hair. "I like your name."

Floyd hummed in thought as he looked out at the water, before turning back to Noah. “Where are you from? Unless you’re from here?” He said, a joking edge to his tone as he chuckled to himself.

A small smile spread over Noah’s face at the joke. “No, I’m, umm, from London,” he said.