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Rain and Roses
Rain and Roses is a romantic yaoi/yuri role-play set in Amesti Springs, a city set somewhere in the middle of America which hosts two of the most well-known and loved academies in the world. One piece of advice almost anyone going to school at Amesti Springs Boys or Girls Academy will give you?
Don't trip- you may just fall in love.
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OUT OF CHARACTER! We're putting together a Halloween event, so be on the look out! More information in the event hover below. Don't forget to read the rules, and have fun! ☻
IN CHARACTER! School is starting up again and temperatures are cooling off enough to be comfortable. Some trees are beginning to turn the beautiful colors we relate with fall and the Fall Street Festival is approaching quickly. Plus, Halloween is right around the corner!
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Meet the Parents.
ENVIOUS ANGEL
Hey! I go by EnviousAngel on here, but you can call me Lilly if you want~ I come off harsh, but I mean well~! ♥♥♥
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SADISTIC MAIDEN
Hello~! My name might be scary but it's okay, I'm only cruel to characters. Hit me up for questions or an RP anytime~
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Event
What's all the fuss?
Spooky Scary Skeletons
There will be a 'contest'. We want you to challenge yourself to write 15 posts per character from October 1st to the 31st! That's 30 in all if you have two! If you do this you'll get a free character pass that you can choose to save or use immediately. (That's 20 less that normal, too!) You'll also get your regular character when you post 20 more times. Species we'll be adding are below!
♥ Vampires ♥ Were-creatures ♥ Demons ♥ Angels ♥
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Census
how many and what
TEACHER
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♂ 05
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♀ 02
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✮ 07
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STUDENT
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♂ 15
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♀ 06
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✮ 21
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VAMPIRES
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♂ 00
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♀ 00
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✮ 00
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DEMONS
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♂ 00
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♀ 00
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✮ 00
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ANGELS
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♂ 00
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♀ 00
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✮ 00
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WERE-CREATURES
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♂ 00
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♀ 00
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✮ 00
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Credit
to all that is due
Rain and Roses was created by Envious Angel and Sadistic Maiden. The theme was made by Dorothia, this includes Board Mod, Mini-Profile and such. Images were found on Google, Zerochan or any other image resource site. If we forgot to mention you in credits, PM a staff member and we'll make sure to add you. |
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Post by SYLVESTER CREWE on Sept 9, 2015 16:12:51 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="id","basebox"] [attr="class","vertext"]if I could share my life with you [attr="class","moretext"]If you will take my love Then all my dreams are truly begun And time weaves ribbons of memory To sweeten life when youth is through But I would need no memories there [attr="class","basetext"]He must have been quite the sight to behold very early in the morning when few were even up, when the park was void of people, and when the sun had yet to poke above the horizon. An oversized t-shirt with a bundle of comic book characters plastered over the chest engulfed him, wrinkled and lopsided and most definitely slept in. He hadn't even bothered to change his shirt before leaving his home, which was completely unlike him. At least he had managed to put on a proper pair of blue jeans, and he was just glad that he hadn't walked out of the house with them on backwards. Though, he had completely ditched the shoes, instead walking out with only his socks keeping his feet warm. They were partially dew soaked and dirtied, however, after trudging down to the park and shuffling through the grass. His disheveled appearance screamed that he had walked out of the house without bothering much with his appearance, as if he had just rolled out of bed.[break][break]
Well, he had and for a very good reason.[break][break]
"Ah, c'mon now, guys..." The raven haired man grumbled, softly kicking with his left foot. His hands were shoved into his pockets with the material of his shirt pooling around his wrists, yet three different strands of leather sprouted out from underneath his shirt, sloping down and connecting to the small harnesses of three different cats of varying ages. The youngest, an orange tabby kitten, was eagerly exploring as far as her leash would take her. The middle, a brown tabby with a white chest, was trying his hardest to use the man's foot as a seat, and not even soft 'kicks' would get the feline to move. The eldest, a white cat with blue eyes, wasn't even on the ground. She had herself perched on top of the man's head, sticking out against the black locks and messing his hair up further.[break][break]
Yes, he had left the safety of his house to take his cats out for a walk. The little pests had woken him up only twenty minutes ago, climbing all over him and begging for attention. What they wanted the most was to go outside, do their business, and explore. However, he had to leave his two eldest cats at home. They were perfectly content with using a litter box and lounging all day, unlike the three he currently had connected to leather leashes. Hopefully no one saw him that went to the academy. It was bad enough that it was so early in the morning, but he was not dressed to impress.[break][break]
"Lady Orange," what a creative name, "please don't get stuck up there." He knitted his brow while feeling the orange kitten's leash begin to tug upwards as the kitten began scaling the trunk of a nearby tree. [attr="id","render"]
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Post by Clancy Spera on Sept 13, 2015 19:52:28 GMT -5
"It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious." 659 WORDS TAG Where Butterflies Never Die by Broken Iris meep |
tweet chirp tweet
The birds fluttered around in the early morning dusk, singing their whimsical tune of good morning. A lovely melody that carried upbeat notes and cheerful enthusiasm as they swooped through the sky with graceful beats of their wings. Birds are noticed, at least in his eyes, as one of the most joyful creatures. Always seeming to find music within a tragic existence, never flattering in their harmony as they whisk through life in naïve innocence. How wonderful that must be, to fly through life without a care, without an understanding of reality, and to be free of the corruption that humans consider normal. Ah, humans, a disgraceful bunch of animals that does nothing but soil a once pure land. Yet, they sit there and preach with disclosed lies that they’re bettering earth with their toxic actions. While the lowly ranked human’s agree with modesty when given the explanation that Mother Nature will adapt, that she’ll cave under the exploitation brought to her. Not once have the humans thought she’d retaliate one day, that she’ll crush the ones sent here to better the earth, yet have destroyed it because of their own selfish desires.
In truth, he’s quite excited for when the damnation of humans comes forth.
Even though Clancy is also man, a creature of destruction, he craves the thrill, the chaos such a war would cause. Something so terrifying in the eyes of most is looked upon with amusement for one Clancy Spera. Not once has he looked at the human species falling as a frightening ordeal, not once has he been fearful of a sudden ending coming to mankind, or flattered at the ending of his own life. Clancy has long ago accepted the fact that he will one day die, rather it be by an accident, illness, the end of the world, or by his own hands from insanity. It didn’t matter what ended up taking his life, he just hoped by then he’d have left some form of impact upon man, to hopefully go out as some form of legacy. Whether or not it was good or bad.
His mind flittered through thoughts as he idly jogs through the peaceful park. Ear buds stuck comfortably within both ear caverns as soft music plays through the cord, giving Clancy some form of sanity to his insane mind. Bored red eyes scanned the deserted land with little interest as he wondered why he picked such an ungodly time to take his daily run. He knew there wouldn’t be anything for him to observe this early in the day, seeing how the normal people were still asleep. With a grumpy huff and loss of actual motivation, Clancy slowed his pace to a leisure walk. In habit, he stuffed his hands in the black and red colored sweat pants that are strung loosely around his hips as red eyes continued to scan around in hopes of something worth his attention appears.
Appear it did. Not far from him stood a fairly tired looking dark haired man with what seems to be three cats attached to leashes and circled securely around his wrists. Slowing down his already slow motion walk, the student observed his rough looking appearance only to decide rather quickly that the man must have just rolled out of bed. Not to mention he looked awfully familiar. In a spark of newly found curiosity, Clancy approached the man. He hummed with realization that it’s the first year mathematics teacher. He drew a blank on the man’s name though, oh well, he’d learn it soon enough rather it be through the man himself or through someone else.
Pulling the ear buds from his ears and turning off his music, Clancy would move a little closer to the man. “Aren’t you a sight to behold this morning,” he’d say with the mocking tone his voice seemed to naturally carry as a small smirk formed on his lips.
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Post by SYLVESTER CREWE on Sept 16, 2015 9:40:51 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="id","basebox"] [attr="class","vertext"]if I could share my life with you [attr="class","moretext"]If you will take my love Then all my dreams are truly begun And time weaves ribbons of memory To sweeten life when youth is through But I would need no memories there [attr="class","basetext"]His head lolled to one side as he watched the orange kitten slowly scale up the trunk of the tree, clumsily placing her paws and hooking her claws. Her ears the color of the sun perked up, twitching this way and that as she seemed to spy something within the tree. Her hindquarters began to wiggle before she launched herself up, only to miss her target and the tree. She fell backwards, screwing her body around in midair in an attempt to land n her paws. She stumbled, dazed, before shaking herself off and launching up the tree once more. "Don't hurt yourself," the man mumbled, pulling his free hand out of his pocket as placing the back of his hand against his lips just as his jaws stretched open in a yawn. The weight on his head shifted, causing him to tilt his head to the side even more until it was beginning to grow uncomfortable. He could feel the strain in his neck and the growing headache, yet he said nothing to the feline using him as a chair.
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Then came a voice and a spitting hiss. His eyes first drew down towards the brown tomcat who pressed himself closer to his leg, baring his teeth at the stranger who dared to interrupt their walk. He nudged the cat with a slight raise of his foot, receiving no reaction from the insecure tomcat. Dark eyes then drifted upwards towards the source of the voice, meeting another person who was out at this godforsaken hour. He gave the boy a dull glare as he quickly observed his features in the rising sunlight. Wait, this kid went to his school. Oh, what was his name... Screw it. He didn't care. His eye twitched, and the tomcat let out another hiss.
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"I'm not allowed to speak with students until I've had my morning coffee," he deadpanned, his eye twitching again. This time it was because the tomcat decided he needed to cling to his leg, flattening himself against his limb, digging his sharp claws into his jeans, and sending wary glances towards the stranger. He really needed to socialize him more. The orange kitten dropped down from the tree, shaking herself off as she toddled towards the newcomer. She mewled for attention, tripping over her own paws as she neared him. At least he didn't have to worry about the cat on his head, who was busy surveying the area and listening to the waking birds. [attr="id","render"]
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