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Tylore: I miss my friends.
Me: I know you do... this is because I had a Vocal Adrenaline dream, right?
Tylore: ...yeah, I wanna play with Liza, Jesse. and Van.
Me: They're pretty awesome people.
Tylore: -pouts and growls-
Me: -huggles- We'll find somewhere, don't you fret.
Character Deaths!
Curiosity peaked. Characters I portray in RP.
http://springhole.net/writing_roleplaying_randomators/causeofdeath.htm
Tylore Camden: Cause of death was a peculiar incident involving a Valentine card and a cookie tin.
Maybe she was poisoned on Valentine's Day?
Collin Golden: Cause of death was a peculiar incident involving a bow and a beaded necklace.
Ooh, Col. Broke up with the wrong girlfriend.
James Potter: Death was caused by blunt force trauma to the spinal column.
BUTBUTBUTBUT YOU'RE MAGIC. YOU CAN'T DIE DURING THE QUIDDITCH MATCH.
Kurt Hummel: Death was caused by an aneurysm.
What. A medical thing. Oh my god. This is making me cry, KUUUURT.
Marilyn Ramsey: Cause of death was a peculiar incident involving a soccer ball and a weathervane.
Jealous pageant bitches.
see a name on the burning young rp
alfred camden
no relation to tylore, right? AND there's also a character named Alfred from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead. Just my mind pondering relationships and fate and shit. Ignore me.
My characters talking to each other. I don curr.
Tylore squeezed Kurt, almost tackling him in greeting, swinging the taller boy from side to side in her arms, "Hey dollface! Oh- wow you smell like glory and food."
Collin raised an eyebrow, "You know what they say... When with a pregnant woman, the partner gains ten pounds." He chuckled, and Tylore could only stick her tongue out,
"Oh, go and pump some more steroids, Col. I hope our child doesn't have any birth defects because of your 'iron' habits." Collin proudly flexed one arm, "Not fake."
Bicycle Race
"I literally just learned a couple days ago, Van. Why the HELL did you agree to this?" Tylore's worried eyes looked at her friend in despair, "I can't do this! I will die."
"Tylore Camden," Van turned and held her shoulders, "You can do this. It's just some friendly competition to keep us on edge before an easy Sectionals win. You're a pro. I saw you texting once- which proves..."
"...Which proves that I'm not the best teen driver to trust behind the wheel."
"Don't change the subject."
"Ah, here we are! Fine day isn't it? Perfect for a cycling race- let's say... hmm, first team thrice around the park pays for our lunch-dinner?" Jesse strode by his bicycle, looking polished in fitting athletic gear, air of confidence like a gust of wind.
"Linner, you mean? It's much easier to say... or it could be Dunch." Blaine trailed behind, just as enthusiastic in a matching helmet.
"Sure thing!" Van aligned his bike next to his colleagues, holding Tylore's wrist so she wouldn't run away, "Come on. It's all in good fun!"
Jesse smirked at the girl, "Let's go, Camden."
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"I don't know why dodgeballs are magnetic to my body." Blaine slumped against a nearby tree, "It cost the race."
"Didn't burn a hole in our wallets. If they lost- Sullivan would probably be paying us with dandelions," He paused, "I liked doing the mouth-to-mouth when you were knocked out, however." Wink.
"N-Now that wasn't necessary, was it?" Blaine looked up and smiled at Jesse who was dusting off his shoulder.
"Are you complaining?"
"No."
"Good," he said, "Why do you still have that helmet on? To add those extra inches of height?"
Blaine chuckles, "Oh, stop it. Do I need to bring up the Queen medley concerts you do when you think I'm not looking- you're phenomenal... but you whip your hair more times than Willow Smith."
Jesse only shakes his head and takes Blaine's hand, "We have to check on the kids. Make sure that Van hasn't stored kolaches in his pockets for the winter... or if Tylore made a new edible headdress."
Dancing with Daisies. Van/Harmony.
"He likes her." Tylore's eyes were deadset on Van who looked a little too happy with the new girl.
"I thought he might." Liza crossed her arms, an arched brow.
"Too bad she's head over heels for Jesse."
"Too bad Jesse's head over heels for Blaine."
"Fuck this shit. Van deserves someone happy... someone who can finally keep up with his dancing. I feel like dying after every number." The two dangers tapped some kind of beat together.
"This needs to happen."
"She's going to be the death of him."
"He'll tame the beast, I'm sure. Ready to play matchmaker?"
"Could be fun before Regionals hits."
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I don't wanna change keys no more!
I don't wanna strip tease no more,
I don't wanna say 'cheese' no more!
I don't care if you scoff...
I don't wanna be cheered no more,
Praised no more,
Grabbed no more,
Touched no more...
..loved no more...
I don't wanna show off.
I don't wanna show off!
I don't wanna show... offff!!
It was perpetually mind-blowing how one could tap that quickly, and Van's eyes were trained on the girl singing lead vocals, his feet still perfect- but it was quite obvious where his attention lay.
"Poor dear, look...I'm talking to him. You have her. Break!" It was like a football huddle. Tylore and Liza walked in different directions just as the two best dancers separated. Liza cornered the girl near the restroom.
"Hey...Harmony, right?"
"Harmony Francesca Foster, future star in the making. Yes?"
"...wait, Foster?" Liza paused, "You don't mean..."
"Sutton and Hunter are my aunt and uncle, yes." The girl's eyes became an even brighter blue, "I worship them. Family idols. As you can see, talent runs in the family. You should see my sister, she's an architect- helps with Broadway sets all the time." Oh, she was proud.
'Okay, I'd better get down to interrogation or this one won't stop.' Liza thought to herself, hooking her arm with the girl, "How are you liking Vocal Adrenaline so far?"
"It's great. I'm glad that I can finally be surrounded by people who have performance pumping in their bloodstream like me."
"One of the boys have something more than just bloodstream pumping in their veins... for you. Everyone can see it from the top of his head, to the toes of his big feet."
"Who? Since Jesse's obviously a little... confused on what he likes at the moment, I'm sure I'd give someone from Vocal Adrenaline the privilege of a date."
Woah, desperate, much? "See, I have this friend..."
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"She is basically squeezing your balls in her pretty little hands, then stomping on- oh, pardon me, tip tapping on them as she side-steps your drool, Van."
"... I don't wanna cause any more drama, okay? Please just stop the torture and let me admire from afar. It's pretty obvious that she has eyes for Jesse."
"Shut up!" Tylore took his face in her hands, pulling him down to her eye level, "Shut the hell up."
"That's not nice-"
"-Get. Her. If you see something you like, get it." Tylore sounded like a cross between army sargeant and Dr. Phil.
"Stop talking about her like she's a piece of meat. I can't just... do that."
"I know you're a sweet and romantic soul and all that- you like to frollic in the flowers, live simply, playing in cardboard boxes- I get it." She let her hands fall to her sides and her voice became less harsh, "You look so happy."
"Yeah? Because... I like dancing." He redid his ponytail, "...dancing with her."
There it was, the truth. "Take her out."
"No."
"Why?"
"Did you not hear about Jess-"
"-She likes you!" Tylore blurted, and her hands immediately came up to cover her mouth, a lie masked as an embarrassing confession.
He stopped, "She does?"
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"I told him to take her to Olive Garden."
"...Where the hell are they?"
Tylore and Liza tried to look around from their booth, fully intending to spy on the little lovebirds.
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"I'm sorry, I don't have money to..."
"It's fine. I like taking walks. I like parks. But it's been such a long time since." Harmony's hands were behind her back, baby blue patterned sundress with matching beret atop her head looked more lavender under the setting sun.
"A long time?" Van chuckled, "It's as easy as opening your door and just... going outside?"
"The thing is... I'm usually always inside. Well, not usually. All. The. Time. Even as the gerber baby, and as a child model- I never had the time to play. It was always agents and headshots, apple juice commercials and make-up chair."
"Wow, man."
"Yeah... dude." She let out a giggle and suddenly a firefly appeared in front of her. Van half expected her to jump back- but instead she lifted a finger for the insect to rest upon, "Me and Peace used to collect these all the time."
"Peace?"
"My older sister. I have a little brother named Justice. He's in middle school. Artist extrordinaire- no, I'm lying. His eyes are always glued to the X-Box."
Van didn't play video games, "Harmony, Justice, and Peace. Those are really cool names."
"Oh hush...my parents were obsessed with names that mean something. They couldn't name me something like 'Jessica'. They're really anti-war, easy going people. Not as well show-ready dressed as I, as they're kind of-" She suddenly stopped, looking intently at the firefly, intending to not drop the name.
"...Hippies?" Exhale.
"Yes." She said, "They run a local grocery store on the outskirts of Akron. Some organic foods here and there. It's great and healthy." The firefly flew near a patch of wild daisies, "Those are my favorite kinds of flowers. People think they're roses all the time because of my lipstick. But, no. I like daisies."
'I like you', Van thought to himself, picking the flower and carefully tucking it behind her ear.
I'm On The Edge With You
They had made it to the next round, advancing in one of the top slots. Beating out New Directions was too easy. Tylore was absolutely ecstatic at what all this meant.
It was now her time to shine. Sunshine had her turn to sing- and it was now her time to shine. She was going to be in her rightful place. Center stage. Spotlight on her.
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She stood behind the curtains, the red velvet was being stroked by her delicate fingers. Van passed by, getting into place to give her a pat on the shoulder and Liza teasingly squeezed her right butt ass cheek. Vocal Adrenaline was always ready 10 minutes before their performance- and stayed in position frozen, anticipating the moment when they'd have to sell their souls once again to every audience member there.
"Camden."
Tylore looked aside to see the direction making a motion to come over. She dutifully followed with a stony expression, "MISTER Goolsby."
"Stop with that Mister bullshit. I'm not that old yet."
"Keep telling yourself that, I swear even in the darkness your white hairs are glowing. Glowing, I say. It must be Christmas already." She smirked, as people rushed by around them. Standing tall, she smiled sweetly for good measure and batted her eyes.
"I don't think the costume isn't fitting you right- oh wait. I can't tell if you're just fat or you haven't tucked your diaper on correctly you frustrating child." He smiled right back, perfect straight teeth.
"What is it? I thought protocol was strictly that we have to be ready. You're kind of preventing me from doing that."
"Stop being a smart-ass."
"If that's everything you wanna tell me, I'm going back-" Tylore spun on her heel, but was taken back by his strong grip.
"Stop. That's now what I want to say, Camden." He loosened up, and she decided to stay.
For the first time in a while, he seemed intent on keeping her at the spot, truly caring. If 'As Long As You're There' was any indication of how she felt about him, Tylore certainly held feelings for the man in front of her. Very very deep feelings. Feelings which were so strong, pushed her off the edge several times. It was bad. He hurt her. He tore her apart. He slept with her and opened the door in the god-forsaken hour of 7AM , kicking her out when she barely got a kiss the following morning. She had every right to be cruel, to go back to her position on stage with her classmates. But she glued her heels to the floor, her brown eyes trying to find him- find that Dustin who was nothing but sweet to her, treated her like a queen, like an equal. Dustin who filled her teacup when they spent long hours in his office discussing how horrible and brainless the freshman were this year- or silly things like how blue cotton candy was better than pink.
It was all the way back to that Van Morrison/Classic Rock example again- where she had thought he was singing only to her. The light-hearted sha-la-la-la-las making her body quiver with delight and adoration.
It was wrong. So very wrong. And she knew it from the beginning. Why did she let herself fall so hard? She could have resisted. She had that power, right?
No. Tylore was so convinced she was special- something set her apart from all the other girls, all the women and men the choir director coaxed into his large and overwhelmingly comfortable black silk bedsheets. Yet she never knew exactly what it was. Could it be her smile? Her history? Her hair? Her attitude? She was so pompous that she didn't care to linger on questioning all that they did- that she was just as good, as perfect as he was.
And when she was off-balance, off-key... she would switch in between two things. A) Fix it. or B) Turn around and walk the other way because he would just have to accept it. There often times when she knew she won an argument, and he never dared use his power against her- she respect and loved it never came to that.
They just had to be so much better.
"But how... can our love succeed?" She sung out during one of her 'private lessons'.
"A miracle..." He sung, and they harmonized, "Is what we need."
He lifted her off the piano and spun her with a cocky smirk, his eyes saying, 'All in the arms. The arms.'
"To keep me suspended in time with you...don't let this moment die. I get a feeling when I'm with you...None of the rules apply."
How fitting the words were made them mutually snicker for a second.
Tylore shook her blonde curls as Dustin dipped her, firmly holding her as close as possible against him. "...The rules don't apply."
"But I know for certain, goodbye is a crime..."
As well as other things. And she had to spoil that moment in time by saying, "I love you." And meant it. He walked away and that was that- it ended. Those words that came out of her mouth was the truth, and he rejected her heart. Tylore should have lied- she should have yelled after, "Just kidding! Got ya didn't I?" Even though it would have killed her more on the inside to take that declaration back. She knew it would never be returned- there was many a day when he would claim to be a bachelor forever- holding onto those looks forever, he hated being tied down. Tylore would used to laugh and say the same thing- when all she really wanted was for him and only him to love her and hold her and tell her he was dedicated to her alone and no one else.
They started at each other for a moment, blue eyes to brown, a contest neither wanted to lose.
"I love you."
Fuck. She wanted to run and hide. She wanted to rewind the tape and play it over and over. So many things.
"You don't mean that. You're just saying that." Remember when she never recalled him using his powers?, "Stop it, Dustin. Stop it right now. You don't mean it at all. That's..." She began to sniffle, "That's a bad angle. Please don't do this now." Tylore even put her hand to her ears, stepping back.
"I do." It was her turn to leave him in the dust, but he held her back once more, "You let me run. Like hell I'm going to let you do the same thing, you bitch." Those words sounded too endearing to be heard in context.
She noticed his voice actually wavered as he spoke.
"Tylore... " He breathed, leaning in for a kiss and she let it happen. There was no amount of hunger or desire- it was almost too chaste for Heaven. But it was good- and she felt it. A heartstring that had been tugged on for way too long- and breaking at this exact moment.
The lights flickered, and they didn't smile at each other once they had a second to catch each other's eyes.
As she got back in her place, Van gave her a pat on the shoulder- careful not to mess with the strap of her dress. Liza squeezed her right butt cheek, her version of 'break a leg, hon.'
The music started, and her teammates began to match the pitch of the beginning notes. Once the spotlight went into full, she saw a couple of people in the audience had gasped at not only the large and extremely beautiful set, but at her. Dustin had always this weird random underlying love for the musical Xanadu, and Tylore thought it would have been great to hint at that... and secondly, to ditch the ever so constant blue they more so seemed to wear. She was a vision in gold, like some Greek goddess, her hair done up in a curly up-do with stray tendrils on the sides complete with gladiator heels to dance around in. The toga skirt fell in layers that stopped over her knee, a cascade of fabric and fantasy unlike anything of the earth. The rest of Vocal Adrenaline was similar- the theme riding strong complete with torches on each side of the stage.
"There ain't no reason you and me should be alone tonight, yeah baby.. tonight, yeah baby..." Her voice rang out, "I got a reason that you're who should take me home tonight..." She stepped forward, and that show face was turned up into maximum.
I need a man that thinks it's right when it's so wrong tonight,
Yeah baby- tonight yeah baby.
Right on the limits where we know we both belong tonight.
It's hard to feel the rush, to brush the dangerous...
I'm gonna run right to- to the edge with you,
Where we can both fall more in love...
Sharks in the water.
All Blaine really wanted was to explore the stage- they didn't have this at Dalton. Carmel high was a very impressive public high school- and he was more than excited to be part of Vocal Adrenaline. Jesse had indeed converted him, made him join the ranks after much praise and... well, being drop dead gorgeous. With those eyes, and hair... it was enough to make him melt into a puddle. It was exhilarating to find someone who understood him and actually cared about what he had to say- instead of judging him. He had always been a curious person, questioning everything that went on in his life. Seemed like Jesse was that catalyst who drove him in the right direction, into the arms of not only love and partnership, but a Nationally known show choir.
Jesse said that he'd meet him after seeing his agent about some gig in the Hollywood heartland. And a man by Gavin Sullivan had welcomed him into the ranks, being his tour guide... who vanished when he was called by a stage hand about not being able to reach certain set pieces.
Which left Blaine Anderson alone.
Until two sets of hands grabbed at him, pulling the polished newbie into the wings. He didn't have time to gasp and before he knew it- he was surrounded by two pairs of feasting eyes, their form circling around their prey...him.
"Oh- uh... hello, Ladies." He tried to be polite. Where was Van?
"You smell like biscotti." A girl with ratty hair spat, "Drink some redbull or Jack you punk-ass-"
"-w-what?" Blaine was officially terrified. He took a step forward, trying to get out of this circle.
"-If you move, I have a shank in my bosum and I'm not afraid to pull a Sweeney Todd." He froze. "Good. Now, all we want to do is ask some questions...is that alright?"
He knew that even if he said no, they'd ask anyway... so he nodded slowly under the dim purple light.
"What the hell does Jesse see in you?"
"Liza-"
"-I want to know!" The girl he now knew as Liza had a trace of sadness in her eyes, and that pain resonated through him.
"I-I...We...." He started.
"What makes you think you're good enough for him? Just because you came from richie-boy prep school, it doesn't mean you're better and more deserving than other people." The unnamed one with yellow- not blonde, but yellow- hair's eyes squinted hard and deep, still circling.
Were they ex-girlfriends? Crushes? Fans? Current girlfriends? He knew Jesse was popular, but he didn't know to what extent he was? Jesse wouldn't do that, would he? Blaine was not interested in sharing his boyfriend at all.
"I feel hurt that Jesse didn't tell me about his new squeeze."
"Ty, you don't have to know about everything..."
Ty. That was her name. Okay.
"This is kind of a big deal. Why wouldn't he? And besides... it's another addition to the school, the team, the popularity scale- it will throw everyone off. This Hobbit doesn't know what he's left behind and entered into."
"I-" Blaine didn't have time to speak.
"...and I hate seeing you hurt, Lizabear."
"I know..." The one named Liza sighed, almost breaking that terrifying facade, but slipped right back into it once she saw Blaine was inching again out of the death circle she and her friend had created.
"What did you do? Did you pull down your pants and show him your cock? Or was it the other way around where you bent over for him? I bet you liked it didn't you- you look shiny on the outside but I bet you're nothing but a slu-"
"Liza..." Tylore softly whispered, knowing her better half was getting louder by the second.
"-SLUT. YOU'RE A SLUT. I DOUBT YOU HAVE ANY FEELINGS FOR HIM, YOU BASTARD."
It was in slow motion. Blaine was tackled, and let out a loud yell as he was being mauled by this ANIMAL of a young woman, her teeth getting dangerously close to his jugular- but for the most part, her hands where just slapping him. Everywhere. Blaine was not the type to fight or punch a girl- so he attempted in his best efforts to push her off little by little. And was failing. He squirmed and squirmed until two pairs of heroic hands came in between the pair.
"Hey man, calm down..." Van held both of Liza's hands behind her back as she kicked, and growled- baring her teeth and black eyeliner smudged beyond repair. Tylore pinched her cheek, whispering in her ear with a hard edge in her voice.
"Stop fidgeting and look. Damn it, look."
Liza started to calm down and her eyes came upon the image of Jesse St. James holding a clearly mortified and scratched up Blaine Anderson in his arms, forehead littered with constant kisses. Why had Tylore told her to look? Why?
Jesse let go of Blaine, who was hesitant to let his boyfriend do so, eyes pleading like a puppy dog's. The lead male vocalist stopped in front of his ex-girlfriend, downcast eyes of shame.
"Let her go, Van." He did.
"I'm sorry...Jesse. I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to- I couldn't..." He pressed a finger to her lips, which ached to say more intelligent things, deeper things she's only admitted to herself whenever she looked in the mirror and saw the reflection of a lively yet hollow typical party girl who hid her wounds with faulty duct tape.
"Shh... We need to talk later. For now, I need to take Blaine on a little visit to the first aid kit for a couple bandaids. Tylore? Van? Please escort her out."
The two nodded as they were told, Van leading the way into an adjoining hallway and Tylore holding hands with the blonde who was still shaking with heartbreak and the sheer sight of what just happened.
"Jesse? ....Is everyone in Vocal Adrenaline like this? I don't think I want to stay if I have to deal with... that." He pointed to a long scar on the side of his face, and winced feeling the sting.
"No, they are just a special group. Everyone will like you just fine. Especially since you're in cohorts with me. Well, more than cohorts. We'll be kings. They'll be nice, I promise. We don't bite. Much." There was that smirk he had always liked, and made his heart beat faster.
Blaine could only hope so, trying to push the memory of the girl's teeth out of his head.
He hoped Jesse would be there to help him ward off the vampires.
