Feb 9, 2014
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Hallen stood at Charalina’s door with a flower crown made of daisies and his finger nails were painted pink. Thanks to his sister. He knocked on the door and called, “Charalina, where are you?”
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Closed RP
Hallen stood at Charalina’s door with a flower crown made of daisies and his finger nails were painted pink. Thanks to his sister. He knocked on the door and called, “Charalina, where are you?”
The rock show| Closed
Tom was getting used to bouncing around on stage each night. The nerves disappeared now and he didn't want to go back home, but the end of tour was drawing closer. As they started their last song, the lanky 20 year old ran to his guitarist and pressed his back to the others as he sung his heart out. Mid-line he noticed someone in the crowd, and shot them a wink. He liked being flirtatious on stage, after all, the attention was on him. He happened to lock eyes with this stranger a couple of times and every moment he would smile at this cute face.
2 have found the bar
"You need something sweetheart? Apple asked as she slid a drink down the length of the bar. "Why don’t you let me surprise you. Promise it will be good."
"Do you think I would make it as a movie star?" he questioned pulling off his glasses. Logan, stop.
2 entered the bay
Daniel looked up at the stars, wistful and fond. While most had a planet to name as their home, Daniel had been born in space with no landmarks, just constellations and a space ship.
Hearing someone behind him, Daniel looked around.
{OPEN} Fan Encounters : Chandler and Lana
It was a beautiful day out on Venice Beach so she made the decision to venture out and have a day to herself without the drama of security tagging along and being escorted everywhere without having to involve herself with screaming fans and people staring at her. She had planned it all out. She was going to go get breakfast, then go grab some books and finish off the day with a walk along the beach.
She took her shower and scrunched her long hair up with some moose and then pulled it up into a sloppy bun with no makeup except the muted lip gloss and liner she used to make her infamously plump lips appear smaller, pushing on some extra dark and thick-rimmed sunglasses that his her eyes, then pulled on a pair of beater denim shorts and a tank top, slipping into some flip-flops. Looking completely basic and anything but famous. Exactly what she wanted. She moved out of the house and to the parking garage, picking her vintage bike out to take into town. She made her way up to her favorite little diner there and picked a booth furthest from everyone and kept her sunglasses on so no one would see her. She tried to alter her voice forcing herself to sound more bass naturally as she placed her order for an iced pumpkin latte with two scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, and two waffles.
She was a sugar addict and it really showed when she was able to just be herself - in a manner of speaking. She watched the door carefully, unsure of what might come in.
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