RPG Predictable [M - LV, Possible S]

[Guest Sean]

[SIZE=1]People who are in:
Reise - Billy Madden (Goth)
Sonata - Drake Torrence (Goth)
Crucifix - Imric Connor (Goth)
Rhian - Kelly Jenson (Bad Ass)

--Sign Ups are still OPEN, until further notice--

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Out of the house, he trundles through the graveyard. His black hair blowing around his pale face. His face glancing around the town around him, the 'normal's staring at his black nail varnish. And his tatoo's going up his arms, bringing more stares his way. He looks down to the ground now.

Prejudice.

He continues walking, his black shirt blowing around his body. Passing houses all identical, not a blade of grass out of place. Each house symmetrical, each person following the one in front. Each life lead by another.

Apart from the outsider walking on his own, walking by himself, going his own way. He feels a drip of water hit his head, the rain starts, hitting his face as he looks up. Somethings not right, his hair gripping to his head, the rain weighing it down.

"Sad Excuses, And False Hopes High"

The farther he walks, the more he gets stared at, he is just someone, doing there own thing. Not to the 'normals', he's different, he doesn't belong there. He shouldn't be in there town, yet he's there.

They are people too. When i say them, i mean the stereotype 'Goth'. They are forever people too, but the world can't see that. They are obnoxious, ignorant, and arrogant.

But it is life......end it now.

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Everywhere I go
Everyone I meet
Every time I try to fall in love
They all wanna know why I'm so broken.....
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[Lilt]

[font=Book Antiqua][size=2][color=royalblue]Drake parts the blinds that keep the others from looking in at him. There's something going on outside. All of the people are staring at something, but what? Then, Drake sees the kid that everyone's staring at. He's a kid just like him. A kid that's different from all the others. Drake stepped away from the window, the blinds snapping back into place. He had never seen anyone else like him before. Drake didn't even remember when he started dressing like a "freak", as his step-dad put it. All he knew that a long time ago, he started thinking differntly, and then his favorite colors changed to black and gray. Even after he had moved in with his grandmother, away from the people who had made fun of him, people still didn't accept. Drake had to meet this kid somehow...but how would he do it?[/color][/size][/font]