well, I was hoping to have my character become a couple with some one. so unless that happns its still a maybe.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

I could give Rosalie a twin brother... I have the bio all set up already in my head, and was going to use him before I decided to use Rosalie... but, I really could care less.

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I could give Rosalie a twin brother... I have the bio all set up already in my head, and was going to use him before I decided to use Rosalie... but, I really could care less.

But you know misa... maybe sometimes you should look more into an rpg than the romance 'cause sometimes the romance has a habbit of taking over and the plot doesn't get too far.

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

@ Stargazer: No, that's alright. I sorta maybe have a certain bio for Ben, so your Ben can be completely different.

((Okay, as long as there are no objections, I think I'm gonna go ahead and start this thing off. Here goes nothing!))

It was 11:54 am or was she being dyslexic in her reading? Maybe she should look again. Yep, she'd got it wrong. 11:45 was the actual time. It wasn't really that bad. It was just fifteen minutes instead of six. She could deal with that without dieing of starvation... probably... maybe.

Rachel Bailey let out of frustrated sigh. Her stomach had been growling since top of the hour, and long before that she'd lost all interest in the report she was working on.

It was now 11:50.

She would have looked like a teenager waiting for the bell to ring in school were it not for the gray business suit and her long blond hair pulled tightly back making her look the part of a twenty-seven office worker. She gave a frustrated sigh and checked her desk clock once more.

Finally the clock read 12 noon. Rachel practically leaped from her chair as she bounded out of her cubical and to the meeting spot at the front to wait for the group she went to lunch with. And they better not be late.

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name: Morgan Imreas
age: 27
appearance: http://ecthelian.deviantart.com/art/Pir ... t-99003778
attire: blue jeans, T-shirts, black leather jacket, sometimes muscle shirts
personality: everyone thinks he's the mysterious black sheep of the family, with his skull and crossbones tattoo on his arm and unwillingness to open up. Though he is talkative, it's usually about not persional things at all. He is a daredevil, always trying new things, and gets angry very easily. And if he gets his mind to something, he doesn't stop until the plan goes through.
History: Morgan grew up with his twin sister and Aunt in Tennessee. As soon at he was 18 he left the house for his career. He came back home at 26 to find something happened and now he's currently living in a motel in Chicago, first he came to look for his sister, Rosalie, but once he found her, now he's trying to get her to talk to him...


my second bio if it's alright! I'll post my ic post later tonight, 'cause I got family here. Unless I can talk my mom into letting me back on the computer.))

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((Eurainia I don't mind my character being with Morgan.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(ok, Misa)
(I was able to get on long enough to post)

The alarm clock blared at Rosalie, who groaned and groped for the button to turn it off. I doing so, she literally roled out of bed. Looking at her clock, her groggy mind registered that she had ten minutes to meet her friends for lunch. Sometimes a night shift was a downfall when you depended on your friends who didn't work at night as you did.

Quickly the redhead brushed her hair and put the top part in a braid. She pulled on faded jeans and a brown baby-T. Pulling on her shoes, she grabbed her shoulderbag and ran out the door. But was carefull to lock it first.

Rosalie walked down the hall from her 7th story appartment to the elevator and pushed the 1st floor button. At the moment she was the only person in the elevator...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((Great, here is my Bio.))

Name: Eleanor 'Elle' Williams

Age: 25

Looks: http://images.absolutenow.com/rp/Witherspoon_JS2336.jpg

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Elle finished up the last paragragh of the work she was asked to do in the morning, saved it, and grabbed her purse as she ran to where Rachel waited, she was 2 minutes late. "sorry." she said, always on to aplogise. "Had a huge pile."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(eh, I'll go ahead and post for Morgan...)

A man rode through the streets of Chicago on a black speed bike wearing jeans and a black leather jacket. His head was covered with his helmet covered with designs of skulls, barbed wire, flames, and a heart broken in half.

He rode through the streets, until he got his destination and stopped his bike beside a work building where two ladies stood. The rider of the bike looked around, and waved his hand to get the attention of the two women. (Elle and Rachel)

"Yo, are you ladies friends with a Rosalie Imreas?" he asked...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Rachel gave a small laugh as Elle ran up. "Hey, it's ok," Rachel responded. "You're the first person besides me. I think the rest of the group is giving me payback for being ten minutes late last time."

Even though they weren't a real close group of friends, going to lunch together had become a tradition. It'd just kind of started one day. Rachel couldn't even remember who started it. Maybe it had been her. She seemed to always be thinking about food. If she had, it was one of the few traditions she started that didn't have disaster attached to it.

Rachel was broken out of her thoughts by a man riding by on his bike. "Yes, we know Rosalie." Rechel searched her brain to see if she new this guy.. Rosalie hadn't mentioned a new boyfriend or even an ex to worry about. "You a friend of hers?"

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Elle looked at the man on the bike, and blushed, she hated to admit it, she like the tough guys, maybe that was why she failed in each relationship she ever had.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

"Yeah, something like that. I need to talke to her, and know she works here, but I'm not sure when," the guy said. "And I was hoping someone here could tell me."

Finally the guy turned off his bike, looking around expectantly.
"Might you know when she gets here?"

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Elle looked at her watch. "She is supposed to meet us for lunch even though she works nights." She said blushing, she caught sight of Rachel smirking at her.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

The man nodded thanks.

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Rosalie rode the elevator down, and walked out of the building and down the street. She caught a taxi and rode it to a block down from her work building.

She walked the rest of the block and slowed when her friends came in site. She ignored the biker, because it wasn't unusual to see one around the streets of Chicago.
"Hey Rachel, hey Elle," Rosalie said with a yawn. "I'm guessing we still need to wait for the guys?"

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Elle smiled. "Hey Rosalie." She looked at the guy on the bike. "Um, this guy is looking for you."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)