hate you

Ezra Hale, 16, kind of a loner, goodbye.

[dancerezra]

Sent in my leaving message to the main account.

It's been lovely being here these last few months but I'm struggling for muse and it isn't fair to keep making the admins put me on the activity check only for me to be active for an hour, then inactive and so on.

It's been lovely talking with you guys, those that I did speak to anyway, and I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to interact with anyone else :c

I shall leave you with Hobi. Goodbye!

[minnie-fin-blog]

I should go back there and give the creep some blood to lick off his lips.

[dancerezra]

If you don't, I most defintiely will.

[minnie-fin-blog]

No. Not looking. Not looking. You’re joking right…?

Nope, you were right. I should’ve listened. Level 7 creeped right now.

[dancerezra]

I told you! He's been staring for ages, doing this weird lip licking thing.. 

[allonsy-b]

Can’t really picture myself dancing “cherry pie” infront of a thousand horny men and women, plus… I don’t have the body.

[dancerezra]

Maybe not yet.. But there is plastic surgery. Not that you need it.

[remes-jess]

They do always have candy, but this lady was insisting on not giving me anything. Which is what I thought was going to happen. I wasn’t in it for her goodies. Damn.

[dancerezra]

Do you find that it's the older generation that expect the younger ones to be rude and obnoxious, but it's actually the old people that are complete assholes?

[dancerezra]

x

[baby-hoseok]

Visit Original Link

[minnie-fin-blog]

Wait, wait, wait but where are we going?

[dancerezra]

Nowhere in particular.. Just away from the boy who is mentally undressing you ov-- No, don't look back, that'll only creep you out.

[dancerezra]

hayley-says-hello replied to your post:

It’s just one day a week :) So pick the day you’re most active on!

omg im like always free on sundays (except this sunday its my birthday) but how do i go about applying for it??

[allonsy-b]

If all else fails, I would love to work on Buzzfeed and appear in the videos. 

[dancerezra]

That's certainly different to the usual 'I'll become a stripper' scenario.

[remes-jess]

So today I was leaving wal mart and I helped out this old lady with her groceries and afterwards she goes, “Don’t think you’re getting a tip here, hun.” Like what? Do I look like the kind to mooch off of old ladies? I just wanted to help.

[dancerezra]

Maybe not a tip, but at least candy, right? I mean.. They always carry candy around, don't they?

[dancerezra]

hayley-says-hello replied to your post:

it is so much fun do it.

but how?????

i dont think id be allowed im not active enough meep

i do plan to change my activity though ^^

[dancerezra]

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[dancerezra]

paint party // ezra + sunnie

[kimsunnies-deactivated20150808]

Sunnie sighed loudly as she read the message on her phone, reminded again of the dilemma that came with the date tonight. Was there any way she could get an exception? There weren’t many cute clothes that she minded getting paint on, not when she made so many of the items in her closet herself. Only having ten minutes to make a decision definitely didn’t help either. After a few moments of unnecessary whining to no one in particular, she eventually changed from her initial outfit into a pair of faded black jeans, a black and white striped v-neck— one of the first that she had made herself, and black converse. Definitely not something she’d wear on a normal date, or even to school, but it would have to do for the night.

It didn’t seem like there was any point in curling her hair or touching up her makeup, so Sunnie went downstairs to let her parents know she would be out for a few hours. Surprisingly enough she wasn’t bombarded with a million questions, which unfortunately left her waiting around for a bit, but it wasn’t long before Ezra texted her again and she headed out, denim jacket draped across her arm. She raised an eyebrow at the car in the driveway, definitely relieved that she wouldn’t have to deal with helmet hair and wind blowing in her face again. Sunnie waved lightly through the window before getting inside, and set her jacket on the back seat before looking back at him. Was it too soon to go in for a kiss? She decided against it and just buckled her seatbelt, looking over at him again with a smile on her face. “This better be good, Ezra, or we’re gonna have to fight. Do you know how hard it was to pick something to wear? Too fucking hard, that’s how.” She announced, playfully wagging a finger at him.

[dancerezra]

Ezra was thankful for the car. He knew his scooter wasn't exactly ideal. It was fine for him, just driving around on his own. But with Sunnie on the back, it wasn't particularly great. As she approached, he turned his head, unsure if he should hop out and open the door for her. He didn't get the chance to think, she'd already climbed inside, a smile on her face. God, it was a beautiful smile. Nodding, Ezra started the car, grinning to himself. Of course, she was doubtful of his ways. Everyone doubted him, he wasn't a very trustworthy person to most. "Ah,so uncertain of me, aren't you?" His tone was playful, teasing as he shot Sunnie a smile glance. 

"Trust me, you'll like it. At least, maybe. It's fun. It's different. All those dinner dates, picnics.. Eh, it's too cliche you know?" It was no secret that Ezra hated following the crowd, doing what was expected of teenagers. He liked to be different, he liked that he was unique in a certain way. As he drove, he stole glances of the girl beside him. What was he supposed to talk about? She'd he compliment her? Girls like that, they liked nice words about their outfits. Especially Sunnie, being some sort of fashion Jesus. "You uh.. You look really nice." He hated the words as soon they left his lips. He wasn't used to being nice to girls, giving them compliments, trying to sweet talk them. It was foreign on his tongue.

Pulling up outside the venue, it didn't seem like much. A run down building, the paint job horrific,  rusty in some places, not a very pretty sight to look at. But what was inside.. That was another question. He parked the car without difficulty between two others before getting out, running round to Sunnie's side, Opening it, Ezra shot her a small, almost nervous grin, his lips pressed tightly together. "Do you still trust me?" He let out a slight laugh before locking the car up, taking the young girl's hand, leading her towards the door. A tall, kind of scary looking man stood on guard, broad shoulders, a stern but slightly bored look on his face. "Bet you'd rather be inside, huh?" Clearly, the bouncer didn't have a good sense of humor. "Okay-- Milo. JJ invited us." After a slight nod, the bouncer stepped aside and Ezra tugged on Sunnie's hand, pulling her in. The corridor ahead was bright, mirrors, hanging up along the walls. Once they got to the end, they came across a young girl at a window, also look extremely bored, gum tossing around her mouth. "Twelve bucks." Nodding, Ezra slammed the appropriate amount of notes on to the counter, offering out his arm for a stamp on his wrist.

"Sunnie.. welcome to the night life of the rejects." Hooking said arm around Sunnie, he led the girl once more through the door, entering yet another strange but significantly different room. It was like a warehouse, dark, empty and abandoned yet full of a glowing ocean. The music was loud, electric, the waves moving in time with the quick pace of the beat. They were people, people dancing. A bar stood at the back, neon and bright, the only light other than the headbands and war paint of the ravers. Yes, a rave.

[dancerezra]

Ah I'm really struggling to keep muse here x.x i log on all pumped to rp and then it just kinda goes out the window. :c

[dancerezra]

im sad because i managed to convince a few of my friends to join this rp, telling them how good it was and stuff and none of them get accepted :c

[dancerezra]

paint party // ezra + sunnie

[ SMS: SENT 9:26 PM ] I'll be outside in ten minutes, you better be ready. Remember, small heels and clothes you don't mind getting paint on!

Sending the text, Ezra started the car he borrowed from his foster mother and made his way to Sunnie's. It had taken an awful lot of begging and weeks worth of extra chores to get a loan on it, especially only weeks after he'd passed his driving test. It's not like Kiera had a reason not to trust him. He was a relatively good kid. He helped out around the house, followed rules, never argued. Then again, he still felt like a stranger in the house, a guest, he wanted to behave. He just kept all of his messing around at school.

Pulling up outside, Ezra shot out another quick text to Sunnie, notifying her of his arrival. Sitting up straight, Ezra quickly checked his appearance in the rear view mirror smoothing out his hair. He should probably get it cut, it was getting fluffier by the second. He had to wear beanie hats at school to hide it. Glancing at his outfit, Ezra hoped sunnie followed the rules. He was in a simple white t shirt, light blue and heavily ripped skinny jeans and old white converses. Stuff he didn't care about ruining even further.