OOC: HEY EVERYONE!

RIP the RP :-/

Sad to see this end.. I’ve met a lot of awesome people on here/through this RP and gone on some great adventures. I would really like to follow those of you who I don’t already follow. Also — many, if not all of you may only follow my old personal blog. I made a new one due to some ex drama, so I’ll be using it more often.

exquisitextreme.tumblr.com 

If you do follow, just let me know who you portrayed and I’ll follow back instantly.

Much love to all of you,

“Adam”

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Adam laughed at Franky’s approximation of his accent and the most common Canadian accents. “Not bad,” he said of her accent, “it’ll take a little work, but you’re not too far off.” His face fell into a serious, furrowed-brow expression. “Those stereotypes are highly inaccurate.” He paused, giving way to a smile. “You forgot the part about how we all live in igloos. That one’s clearly closest to the truth.”

“So, can I say something without you thinking I’m a total freak?” Adam asked rhetorically, knowing he planned on asking anyway. It was something he needed to get out to someone other than the not-so-comforting ear of his concrete dorm walls. “I kinda feel bad for Owen… like… since we ganged up on him, I’ve seen some of his blog posts, and.. I don’t know. Everyone hates him, which.. is kinda my fault, and I don’t know. I just know what it’s like for everyone to hate you.” He exhaled in frustration, hating that he was even feeling this way. He wanted to despise Owen and stick to it, like a normal person; like a normal guy. But his damn sympathies were taking over. “Like, it’s no surprise that teens who are ostracized go ahead and kill themselves, and as much as Owen’s the last person I’ll ever consider a friend, I don’t want that happening either. I don’t know, I’m just confused is all.”

#talktothemanikan  #ooc: sorryyyy finally!  

→ I'm just the same old Emily: Really Late Valentines Day

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Emily couldn’t help but kiss him back deeply, realizing he was just doing it to get revenge on her. But she didn’t mind, of course. She loved his kisses. They always took her breath away and she loved it. So to get him right back she pushed her body against his. “I’m trained in scooter riding are you trained in piggy back rides? I think not!” She stuck her tongue out at him teasingly.

Laughing at Adam’s comment, Emily shook her head. “Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever you say! How are you gonna make those millions, eh?” She had heard Canadians said eh when asking questions and such but it just sounded weird with a British accent. “I think you’re pretty hot.” She placed a final kiss on his cheek before heading off.

She raised an eyebrow at his comment and could tell he got nervous. Especially by the way he held on tighter. “Hmm not gonna to tell me…eh?” She kept going faster as she got to the back roads. Of course, there was speed limits but she didn’t care and it wasn’t like anyone was gonna catch them anyway. He made her feel like she was flying and she loved how close they were. It just felt right.

He adjusted the collar of his shirt and playfully furrowed his brow. “I actually am trained in piggy-back rides. A professional, you could say. Don’t hate,” he joked. “But I have to agree, I think the scooter is a more effective way of getting — to whatever secret locale you’ve picked out,” he said, dying to know what was up her sleeve, but content to wait and find out. 

Adam was laughing at how cute she sounded imitating his accent, but when she referred to him as hot, it changed his line of thinking completely, as the smile fell from his face and a more mischievous expression appeared. “Hmm, really?” he asked, followed by another kiss, “Well, I think you’re really hot,” he teased, before reluctantly stopping to set off. 

“Well, you’re keeping our location top secret, so I have to keep some mystery of my own,” he replied, kissing her temple from behind her on the scooter. “Speaking of, are we almost there?”

#missemilyfitch  #ooc: sorryyyy finally!  

→ BOO-YAH!: Demons at Bay: Adam & Cassie

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Cassie eyes widen as she watched Adam throw the glass bottle. “I.. I’m not sure I want to.” She understood what Adam was doing but it wasn’t exactly her type of thing to do. It was his way of releasing the negative feelings. “Maybe I could try something different? Use my voice, instead?” Cassie stood up and since they were alone. She felt that it wouldn’t be strange or alarming. “I want to apologize for hurting your ears, in advance” Cassie shut her eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs. She felt a release of all the stress that was built up. She started laughing as the adrenaline from the scream started to kick in. 

When Cassie recommended using her voice, Adam nodded with a smirk, thinking that sounded like a great idea, especially if breaking bottles wasn’t her thing. “Yeah, go for it. Sounds therapeutic.. not to mention metaphorical.”

Despite Cassie’s warning, Adam didn’t cover his ears and instead stood slightly behind her, watching the sight unfold, and once she let loose, he still fought the very strong urge to shield his ears from what could only be described as a primal sound. It was amazing. He had never seen her, or anyone, look so free, and it filled him up with a euphoric sense of adrenaline. He joined her in laughter and held up both of his hands for a high five. “That was sick!” he exclaimed, excitedly. “K.. you know I need to try it now.” Clearing his throat, he pulled sound from the tips of his toes and pushed from the core of his diaphragm, letting the sound explode from him as it echoed through the hillside air. Once again, he started laughing again and pulled Cassie in for a hug this time. “Fucking awesome!” When he pulled away from the hug, he couldn’t help but observe how beautiful she looked, visibly more relaxed, and happy, the night wind making her hair dance. Quickly, he shook out of it, not wanting to stare. “Uh, yeah… that’s seriously the most free I’ve felt in forever. It was amazing.” He paused, not sure if he should go there, but knew if nothing else, Cassie could benefit from hearing it. “You’re amazing.”

#oh-wow-its-cassie  #ooc: sorryyyy finally!  

→ I'm just the same old Emily: Really Late Valentines Day

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Emily laughed as he crashed into the wall. “Woah there! Don’t kill us now!” Did my kiss do that? She thought while laughing. Knowing there was only one way to find out she kept kissing his neck gently.

When he jutted out his chin she laughed. “I think if you were the one who owned the scooter you’d actually be threatening your masculinity.” When he started saying something that started with an “L” she immediately knew he was gonna say love and wondered why he tried to cover it up. He loved her already? If so she didn’t mind. She really liked him and was going to tell him she loved him today or sometime anyway. Whenever the moment was right. But she figured she’d just tease him now. “Hmm why’d you start saying something with an L?” Raising her eyebrow she smirked and took off on her scooter. She was going pretty fast, zooming through the parking lot of the school and then down the streets of London.

Adam knew Emily was teasing him at this point with the neck kisses, so he abruptly lets her off his back and enacts a little revenge of his own by clutching the sides of Emily’s face, letting his hands trace down her body while kissing her deeply. “So long as you don’t crash us, either,” he smirked playfully.

Assessing the scooter, he had to agree with her, but still wasn’t ready to give up his stance. “Yeah, well.. I’m sure if I had a tricked out black one, it’d look pretty badass,” he insisted. “But I guess until I start making my millions and can buy us both whatever we want, I can dig riding on the back of yours. It’s kinda hot that you drive one!”

Damn, busted, he thought when she commented on his almost-saying-love. He was suddenly feeling a little nervous about saying it at all. It was definitely a big statement, but it felt right in his heart. He was used to braving a lot worse to own up to the things he knew were true inside, but either way, now wasn’t the time. “Hmm.. wouldn’t you like to know?” he asked with an eyebrow raise as he held on tightly, watching the city fly by him at a wonderfully dizzying rate. He could get used to this feeling; this light, warm, adrenaline-filled feeling, unsure of where he was going, yet not really caring, because he had her. 

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