#bmtask

[beautifulmess-rp]

Sorry we haven't posted anything about the new destination but, for now, let's just say they're still in Mexico relaxing on the beach.

Before we plan the next locations, we really want all of your input on where the group goes so we've decided to come up with a task to get all your ideas!

For this task we just need you to make a list of your character's top 5 places they want to go, and make sure to tag your post bmtask12 so we can find it.

There's no time limit but be sure to finish this ASAP so we can move the group quickly.

[alice-campbell-archive]

"I mean, 'hate' is a really strong word, so I just really dislike and/or tend to get really annoyed by their tendency to ignore the things I say or request: i.e. refusing to turn off the lights or TV when I go to sleep or when they somehow manage to use all the towels in the bathroom, like they forgot they're sharing the space with me. Though, I guess I'm not entirely innocent of those kinds of things, either..."

✦ BASICS:

The Good: loving, creative, sincere.

The Bad: indecisive, clingy, self-indulgent.

The Ugly: Halfway through her senior year, Alice started to fear that she had begun showing signs of bipolar disorder like her mom.

✦ BACKGROUND: 

Alice was brought into the world as the last result of saving her parents' marriage, a union that completely crumbled by the time she was twelve.

When he parents divorced, Alice opted to stay with her father in Layton while her mother moved to Boston; Alice visits her sometimes, but is often made uncomfortable by her mother's mental illness, erratic behavior, and the similarities between the two of them.

Alice has never excelled in school, except in two classes: Art and French. She feels as though those are the only two things she has going for herself and is often intimidated by others who enjoy those subjects, as well.

Alice identifies herself as demisexual, but it is not something she has actively discussed with anyone else for fear of what they might say.

She has a cat dubbed "Billy Kaplan Campbell" whom she'd readily call her best friend.

Alice is incredibly self conscious of herself and her relationships with other people; she never feels like she's doing enough or that maybe she's doing too much and annoying her friends.

✦ PERSONAL:

Last movie watched: Amelie

Last book read: Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

Last song listened to: "Kelly" by The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart

Last Tweet: @aliceecampbell1: I hope this bus trip takes a turn for the worse and is nearly identical to the 1994 film 'Speed'. Who's with me?

Last Text → (to Gwen): Pls go on the teacups with me at Disneyland pls pls pls

[isabellamfg-archive-blog]

TW: DEATH AND DRUG USE

✦ ”WHY I HATE MY ROOMMATE:”

"To be frank, I'm a clean freak. 'Cause of this, I have to do all the cleaning in our room since I can't stand things looking dirty; so, I'm the one who cleans the room, makes the bed, gets fresh towels, puts everything in order--stuff like that. At first I didn't mind it but now it just gets frustrating and I kind of feel bad getting angry since it isn't really their fault. Especially since they're probably annoyed with me at the same time. Have I mentioned I like my things to be in a certain order? Like, in the bathroom it has to be toothbrush, toothpaste, hair brush, then make-up bag. If is anything is out of place, I get all jittery and have to fix it right away."

✦ BASICS:

The Good: Quirky, charismatic, trustworthy.

The Bad: Closed-off, impulsive, temperamental.

The Ugly: She dabbled with cocaine before her mother's passing and stopped after realizing she had to take care of her brothers. However, during the middle of her senior year, she began using it again to relieve her from her stress.

✦ BACKGROUND: 

During the end of her junior year, her mother passed away in an accident involving a drunk driver.

Since then, Isabella's been forced to grow up faster than anticipated in order to take care of her family.

She has two twin brothers who are ten years younger than her named Ivan and Ian.

Although she's still phased by her mother's death, she doesn't express it since she doesn't want to worry her friends and family--she tends to bottle up her feels frequently.

Her guilty pleasures consists of various TV series, anime, and KPop.

She has a hedgehog named Quillbert.

She loves writing and drawing. Currently, she wants to be a children's book author and illustrator.

She has a bad habit of dying her hair obscure colors.

✦ PERSONAL:

Last movie watched: What Dreams May Come

Last book read: Ender's Game - Orson Scott Card

Last song listened to: Moondust - Jaymes Young

Last Tweet: @murrayngutan: i think canadian jamie bell is my new fav 

Latest Snapchat → Alice

✦ CONNECTIONS:

Finnegan Knox ⇨ Finn and Isabella are neighbors. They grew up living next to each other, and have a sort of brother/sister relationship.

Deacon Forbes ⇨ Deacon and Isabella have always been friends, but since she lost her mother he has been very supportive, and they have bonded over their losses.

Alexa Davis ⇨ The two girls first met in a Starbucks coffee shop when Isabella accidentally spilt her coffee all over Alexa’s pink sweater. Isabella was surprised that Alexa didn’t get super mad about the situation, and instantly wanted to get to know her. Alexa now consideres Isabella one of her closest friends. 

Jace Johnson⇨ Jace gets his kicks from constantly teasing Isabella, playfully of course. The two have a back and forth relationship; Isabella gets irritated at times with Jace’s apathetic attitude, and Jace finds her good-natured view on life irritating at times as well. They still manage to be friends, and Jace has developed the tiniest of crushes on her. 

[fiona-preston]

Task Development || 01/??

Full Name: Fiona Morgan Preston Aliases/Nicknames (if any): Fi Age/Date of Birth: 18; May 16, 1996 Sex:  Female Sexual Orientation/Gender Identity:  Straight; Girl Race/Ethnicity: Anglosaxon Skin Tone:  Height: 5'9" Weight: 139 lbs Build: Average Eyes: Blue Hair: Dirty Blonde Clothes Style: Comfortable Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.: Birthmark on her foot Appearance: Indifferent towards outside stimulus Religion: No affiliation Political Affiliation: Moderate Liberal Education: Working on a diploma Languages spoken: English, moderate French understanding Occupation(s): Funeral Director's assistant Activities/Organizations: School-related--Science Club Hobbies: Helping her father around the funeral parlor Interests: Anatomy  Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: Lack of certain social skills, blunt honesty, apathy towards peers Family: Father, (deceased) mother Current Relationship Status:  Single Relationship History: Griffin.

[farrell-collin]

Future Goals

Sky Dive

Swim with sharks

Cover a Layton's car with post it notes

Meet Chuck Norris

Visit a nude beach

Learn to cook

Get a deep fryer

Fall in a pool fully clothed. 

Go to Harvard

Become President 

[beautifulmess-rp]

....Yes I am here to say in shame that I once again forgot to post the task yesterday.

I'm incredible.

Anyway for this week you're just going to answer some questions we've come up with (answer them in character), just so everyone including yourself can get to know your character a bit better. Make a post with the answered questions, tag it as bmtask9, and have it done by Saturday at the very latest. If you want to add more things about your character but there aren't any questions relating to it, you can just go ahead and add it in anyway if you want. Do me a favor and like this once you've seen it? Questions are under the cut. 

Full name:

What are your pet peeves?

Any Hidden talents?

Hobbies?

Religious beliefs?

People you're closest to?

Most prized possession?

Ethnicity?

Biggest secret?

Biggest fear?

Biggest wish?

Tell us a Childhood story:

Favorite TV Show?

Favorite band(s)/singers?

Favorite food:

Favorite movie: 

Birth date: 

Height:

Tattoos/Scars/Marks: 

Likes/Dislikes:

Goals:

Positive personality traits:

Negative personality traits: 

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

[julia--farrell]

The Black Parade || Self Para

Julia woke up from her dream in a cold sweat. Sitting up straight in her bed, she quickly turned to her left to see if Violet was awake. She wasn’t. Breathing in and out slowly to catch her breath, she ran her fingers through her hair and tried to stop herself from shaking. After she was sure that her hands were no longer trembling, she let out another breath and laid down, only to sit back up again. Her pillow was damp. Why was it damp? After patting it for what felt like a minute with her hands, she realized that it was wet because of her tears. She had been crying. Shaking her head in a lame attempt to stop the flow of memories from her earlier visit, she stumbled out of her bed and clumsily grasped for the bottle of alcohol she knew would be right next to her. Plodding to the door she opened it and tried her best to make it out to the courtyard before the tears in her eyes had completely blinded her and the recollections from earlier today swallowed her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hi,” Julia said in what she hoped was a polite tone of voice. “Uh, I’m here to see Malena Fujimoto.” The lady sitting at the desk in front of her appeared disinterested and bored. Chewing her gum loudly, she looked up lazily at Julia and asked, “Are you a mother or a relative?” Julia shook her head and gave the worker a tight smile. “Neither. A friend.” The woman stared at Julia for what seemed like ages, then slowly nodded her head. Giving Julia a paper bracelet, she pointed to her right, down the hall. Speed walking down the pristine hallway, she quickly made her way to Malena’s door and stood in front of it. She closed her eyes for a millisecond and twisted the doorknob. Peeking her head inside, she immediately placed a hand over her mouth to stop the noise that was threatening to come out of it. Malena looked anything but well. Her naturally tan skin was shot to a pale white, and there were multiple band aids and cloths that decorated her body but did little to cover the black and blue bruises and cuts. She looked like….death. Julia inched forward uncertainly and sat down softly, scared that any sudden movement might break the poor girl. “Hey,” she managed to croak out along with a half smile. “How does the other guy look?” She knew Malena couldn’t laugh back, but she still felt a pang in her heart. “Listen I….I really need you to get better.” Tears began to well up in her eyes and she blinked them back, struggling to see properly. “We’re not super duper close but I still considered you a friend. And I saw you last Friday at Remi’s party, you were,” Julia covered her mouth once again, but couldn’t trap the noise that squeaked out. “Y-you were walking, and talking, and, you were well, and…” She inhaled sharply, struggling to get the words past the lump in her throat.

“Look. When you wake up I’m going to take all the money I have in my savings account and I’m going to take you on a trip to Hawaii.” Laughing slightly, she took another breath in, not bothering to wipe away the tears that were now streaming freely. “I mean, you used to live there so it’s not like it’s anything new, but you’re always talking about how much you miss it. And you can teach me how to surf, and you’ll laugh at me when I fall off because my balance sucks, and-” She cut herself off. She knew what she was doing. She was planning ahead for events that would never come. She was talking about taking trips as if they were going to go next week, or even the next day. She was making empty promises to the shell of what Malena once was. Swallowing hard, Julia grabbed Malena’s ghostly white hand and held onto it tightly, as if holding onto it might transfer some life into her. A soft knock on the door made Julia jump and let go of Malena’s hand. A nurse smiled sympathetically and walked towards one of the machines that Malena was hooked up to and began working with it. Once she was done she turned around to face Julia. “She’ll get better. Don’t worry.” Despite the fact that she knew the nurse was trying to comfort her, Julia’s jaw tightened.

[finn-knox-blog]

Face In Me | self

Finn had always been relatively active when it came to the rivalry, he didn’t like the Fleming kids and he wasn’t afraid to show his displeasure with the way they acted, but he had never done anything like this. Vandalism was something serious, and he knew is they got caught he would be in serious trouble, not only with the cops, but also with his mother. But the older woman was also part of the reason he was there. He had heard the stories of how the Fleming girls used to bully her, all because of that asshole, his father.

And as he thought about the man who had left his mother to raise him alone while he lived a perfect life with his precious family, his anger just boiled. He knew what room he was going to go first. He had one fist closed as he approached the school he had hated for almost eighteen years now, and in his other hand a baseball bat. They were here to cause destruction, right? He knew he wouldn’t be the only one there; this was a little school project, much more fun than any other. And as he got inside the imposing building he smiled seeing that some of the dorms had already been destroyed. He just hoped the one he wanted was still waiting for him.

The boy stuck his head inside a few doors, until he finally found it. Rhys Knox’s room. The boy who had everything he should have, and just love it to shove it in his face. Well, not tonight. He started with the TV and the computer, hitting each as hard as he could. Letting every ounce of anger spill through his actions. Finn took special attention to the picture frame next to the computer, a family picture. The boy broke the frame, shards of glasses flying, before ripping the picture in little pieces. He went through draws and closet doors, and nothing was left in place.

He didn’t know how long he stayed there, it had probably been a lot less than it felt like, but as he stood by the door and watched the destruction he had cause he felt lighter. This had been for him, for his friends, for his mother. But he wasn’t done; there were a lot more rooms that were just asking for the same treatment, and now that he was finished with his first, all he wanted was to do it again.