Categories, I don't fit into any. [open]

[clyde]

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You know what sucks? Loosing your muse. Loosing your inspiration. And, loosing sight of your chosen carrer path.
Most everyone goes through a rough spot in their teenage years; you know, that one moment when you step back and wonder if you're doing the right thing with your life. If you'll ever make it, or if you'll fall flat of the mark.
The saying goes that if you aim for the moon, at least if you miss you'll land amoung the stars.
But what if, rather than landing amoung the stars, you just kept going? I mean, there's no friction in space. Nothing to prevent you from being lost forever in deep space.
Look, I know my symbolism is bad. But my point still stands.
Clyde Tucker was going through this rough patch.
Not being sure if he was choosing the right path in life scared the crap out of him. It really did.
And so currently, he was taking a walk, perhaps to relieve the stress of his thoughts. Or to get the inspiration back. Whichever came first.

After about an hour of aimless wandering, Clyde had grown tired. The soles of his sneakers slapped against the ground in regular beats, his gloved hands jammed into the pockets of his worn old hoodie. He glanced up from the space he'd been concentrating on on the floor. and he found that his feet had taken him to the Smoke Patch. There was no smokers out there currently, so Clyde could have the whole of the small bit of concrete to himself.
He kicked a few cigarette butts away and sat down, head leaning against the wall. He stared at the sky, wishing he knew what to do next.

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TAG open
WORDS two-eight-eight
NOTES sayWHAT?
TUNES love me or hate me , lady sovereign.
CREDIT template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0[/center]

[&&.matthew daskon.]

A tall, dark haired year nine walked into the small spot popular to smoke in. He gazed across the little block of concrete, eyes passing over the year eleven. Matthew neither smoked nor did drugs, but he knew that occasionally his boyfriend, Keith Gray, did. The tall jock was searching for him now, wondering where he had gotten to, wanting to just talk.

Again, his blue eyes went over the year eleven boy, but paused, studying him. Matt could tell that he was a few years older than him, though the year nine was about an inch taller than him. With a small brief nod in Clyde’s direction, Matthew leant against the brick wall; though Keith clearly wasn’t here, he was reluctant to leave just yet. No smokers or drug users were her currently, and the area was surprisingly peaceful and warm, the sun baking the concrete.

“Hello,” he said, wanting to break the silence between him and the other boy, even though he didn’t know him.

WORD COUNT: { one hundred and sixty eight }
COMMENTS: { none }
MUSE: { meh }[/i][/size]

[clyde]

"Hello,"
Clyde shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his head like cobwebs from a dusty room. He gazed up at the boy standing next to him, leaning against the wall as he himself was. He knew his face from somewhere, but couldn't quite place the name.
He's in year nine, right? Clyde thought, now realising he had been staring into space for a while, and began to blush slightly, embarassed and wondering if he'd had some vacant expression on his face or not.
"Hey, M-Matthew, right?" He cringed a little, hoping he hadn't got the name wrong. "How's life?"
He smiled, though still with a slightly embarassed (or, rather awkward) expression.

words; 177
tunes; parachute , cheryl cole
notes; none

[&&.matthew daskon.]

‘M-Matthew, right?’
He nodded, dark dyed hair flicking into his face. “And you’re Clyde, aren’t you?”
Brushing the loose hair back carelessly with a hand, he leant against the wall, the action done more for support than comfort, relaxing his grip on his crutches*.
‘How’s life?’
Matt smiled. “Pretty good, except for the crutches,” he said, shaking one of his crutches slightly. “Just looking for my boyfriend.” With no knowledge of Clyde being gay** the year nine jock lifted his chin slightly, daring the year eleven to patronize him for not being straight.

WORD COUNT;; { ninety four }
MUSE;; { iffy }
LISTENING TO;; { young, by hollywood undead }
COMMENTS;; { * forgot to add that he was on crutches in the last post. xD if you’re curious, read the thread “it ends tonight”.
** yes, i knew that your character is gay. i like to read bios. xD }[/i]

[clyde]

As Matthew nodded, Clyde breathed a silent sigh of relief.
"And you're Clyde, aren't you?

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"Um, yeah," He smiled. "That's me."
Clyde removed his hands from his pockets, and began drumming his fingers on his jeans, just to keep his hands occupied. While being in his pockets, being gloved and all, his hands had become sweaty, and he hated the feeling.
"Pretty good, except for the crutches,"[/i]
He watched as the slightly younger boy shook his crutches, and wondered just why he had them. He decided not to pry.
"Just waiting for my boyfriend."[/i]
Matthew lifted his chin, in what seemed to be defiance toward his orientation. Clyde raised an eyebrow non intentionally, not realising that the other boy was gay. He just didn't seem like the kind of guy to be gay; although, neither was Clyde.
"Boyfriend?" He asked, hoping that Matthew didn't take that offencively, as he'd meant 'who' rather than to sound sceptical.

words; one-five-six
tunes; five becomes four , yellowcard
notes; bahaha, it's nice to know that someone takes an interest in the characters they're rping with ;D[/blockquote]

[&&.matthew daskon.]

‘Boyfriend?’
Matthew’s voice was slightly defensive when he spoke, though not exactly cold or unfriendly. “Yes. Boyfriend. Keith Gray, you might have met him,” he said, eyes scanning the surrounding area for said year nine again.
The year nine jock didn’t have a clue where he might be; Keith went to so many places in the school, and out of it as well. Matt thought of all the possible places he could be. On the trails with his horse, on the beach, hanging out at the stables, recording music with his band, playing some sports, just in his dormitory... the list went on and on.
With a small, quiet, frustrated sigh, the tall boy turned back to Clyde. “Why are you here, anyway? I didn’t think you smoked or anything.”

WORD COUNT;;[/b] { one hundred and thirty one }
MUSE;; { enough to get by }
LISTENING TO;; { city, by hollywood undead }
COMMENTS;; { yup indeedy. i prefer to know a little about the characters before i roleplay; gives me an idea of what the roleplayer is like and such. xD }[/size][/i]

[*/ keith gray]

{ so what if you can see }
{ the darkest side of me }
{ no one will ever change this animal i have become }

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"you said we'd never get this far, you said your words, we've played our parts. said you two cents now it's my turn, so SIT DOWN, SHUT UP, are you ready?!"

the voice flowed from the mouth of a blonde year nine student, a lazy pace to his walking. his hands were in the pockets of his black skinny jeans, his black shirt ruffled at the end of it. the sleeves of it were rolled up to his elbows. around his neck he wore a deep red tie, but the top button was undone so he looked more casual. his blonde hair was messy, he had felt too lazy to flatten it down while walking. after those few singing words, the boy who looked thirteen started to hum the words of the song he had just sung, which was titled are you ready?. a pleasant look was in his extremely bright green eyes as he sauntered along the path to the smoke patch, though he had no idea why his feet were leading him there. he was probably just... bored, having nothing to do. though he was looking for his boyfriend, whose name was matthew.

"mmphh!!" the year nine tripped over something, but as he caught himself and looked back, he saw nothing. perhaps it was just his own feet, or those imaginary figures were slowly becoming solid... he shook himself wildly, glancing around. he tried to keep calm, though every time matt was gone, he panicked easier. much easier, and his paranoia got worse.

keith muttered to himself, suddenly catching sight of two students on the concrete ground of the smoke patch. they didn't seem to be smoking, just... hanging around. as he neared them, keith noticed that one was probably a year... eleven, and the other one... had dark coloured hair... keith blinked before breaking into a rather quick jog over to his boyfriend, immediately leaping around one of the crutches and hugging his boyfriend around the waist tightly. he had heard matt say something when he was just a few metres away from him, something about matt thinking that.. the year eleven didn't smoke... the blonde mentally shrugged to himself and reached up to his boyfriend's lips, kissing him quickly, pulling slightly at the lower lip of the year nine before moving away, twisting around a bit to look over at the other person.

"oh, hey, clyde!" the blonde spoke loudly and cheerfully, flicking his hair a bit, managing to keep his eyes on clyde. the two of them had met a few times before, due to both being musicians, though keith was also a jock so... they didn't meet as much as they would if keith were actually in the musician clique.

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• TAGS/ open?; clyde tucker, matthew daskon
• WORDS/ 452.
• MUSE/ weird... xD
• COMMENTS/ i ... constantly read profiles. o3o -stalk-

[clyde]

"Yes. Boyfriend. Keith Gray, you might have met him."

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"Oh, yeah. I've met him a couple times," Clyde scratched the back of his neck absentmindedly, before returning to drumming on his thigh. "He seemed like a nice kid."
Clyde turned his head to actually face Matthew as he spoke again.
"Why are you here, anyway? I didn't think you smoked or anything."[/i]
"Did once, never again," He shrugged, coughing a little before adding: "I'm... kinda soul-searching, I guess."
He laughed a little awkwardly, stopping abruptly as arms appeared around Matthew's waist, and suddenly Keith was there, kissing his boyfriend. Clyde resumed laughing, though quieter this time, as he mentally slapped himself for getting such a surprise.
He couldn't help feeling a little twinge of jealousy, looking at the couple. They had everything Clyde wanted, but was too scared to have. To be openly gay, and not care what others thought... that would be nice.
"Oh, hey, Clyde!"[/i]
"Hey, Keith," He said brightly as he could, still smiling. "How're you doing?"
words; one-seven-three
tunes; fight for this love , cheryl cole
notes; Baaad post :¦ sorry guys!
Lol, stalking is fun >u< Well, stalking character bios. I don't encourage actual stalking... I'mma shut up now.
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[&&.matthew daskon.]

‘Just soul-searching, I guess.’
Matt smirked slightly as the older student said that. The smoke patch; what a place to go ‘soul-searching’. Still, it was Clyde’s choice, he supposed.
His blue eyes lit up as another figure came into view, one he could recognise instantly. The year nine grinned. “Speak of the devil...” he muttered with a chuckle, glancing over at Clyde. He wrapped an arm around Keith as the other boy kissed him lightly, putting support on him more than on the brick wall. He’s much better to lean on than a brick wall. With a small grin at his own thought, Matt turned slightly to look at Keith. “What’s brought you here, then?”

WORD COUNT;;[/b] { one hundred and fifteen }
MUSE;; { okay }
LISTENING TO;; { my black dahlia, by hollywood undead }
COMMENTS;; { yep, stalking in real equals not good. xD do you ever go on the chat? }
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[*/ keith gray]

{ so what if you can see }
{ the darkest side of me }
{ no one will ever change this animal i have become }

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keith felt matt put his arm around him, for support. it was a bit of a struggle to not slouch as much to support his boyfriend, and plus, the blonde was still underweight, so... he blinked slowly, looking over at clyde, smiling back at the year eleven. "i'm fine, just a little, erm... hyper?" the student's eyes lit up and a smile danced upon his lips as he then looked at his dark haired boyfriend, shrugging at his question. he had no absolute idea why he had come here. perhaps he had a bit of a connection with the other jock and came here. a small frown was on the thirteen year old's face as he thought, starting to slouch again.

"i dunno what brought me here, matty," keith shrugged his shoulders a little, shifting on his feet a bit as he looked over at clyde, a bit of a questioning look in his eyes for no reason. "my feet randomly led me hereeee," a bright, mischievous grin was now on the scottish teenager's grin. he had no idea why he was suddenly grinning.

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• TAGS/ open?; clyde tucker, matthew daskon
• WORDS/ 183.
• MUSE/ good
• COMMENTS/ ... i encourage perving... jk xD