Redo: Future RP (sucky titles FTW!!)

..I'm sure everyone knows what they are doing? :33
This is..pretty self explained XD

STORY MODE FORMAT PLEASE~~ <3

(Alright, I'm up and no one else is, so I'm just gonna... post... something :] )

Manda was not amused. She'd been standing there holding her kids, watching her loser husband crawl across the road for about an hour now. She was just waiting (and maybe a little bit hoping) for him to get run over. See, kids? This is what happens when you get high... especially on really, really bad weed.

Her 'husband' (if you can call him that) was entirely certain that Elvis had used his magical powers to transform him into a worm, for some divine purpose. Andy was pulling a fish face, and crawling across the road towards a music store. The road was very wide, and there were lots of cars on it. How he had managed to avoid being run over for this long was beyond him... Not that he honestly thought about it too much. The cars all looked like squid to him.

Andy suddenly flopped over, sat up, and waggled his torso in the general direction of a car. "YOU'LL NEVER, LIKE, TAKE ME ALIVE, BROSKI!" and with that, he heroically continued his craw towards the music store with an Elvis poster in the window.

Manda, on the other hand, was pretty fed up with all this nonsense. She groaned, and left with the kids to go find the bus. She was gonna take all the money out of it she could get her hands on (which was a surprisingly decent amount, considering Andy sold as much weed as he smoked), and go spend it all on herself. Maybe get a decent stroller for the kids... Maybe.
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Lychee Macadamia, on the other hand, was in a meeting. He looked much the same as he had when he was a teenager-right down to his constant lack of sleeves and his overgrown bowl cut hair-although he was now speaking much better English. When it became apparent that he would not return to his beloved island, Lychee had moved in with his bro-ister, Dixy, full time. Richard had signed him up for every online class possible, determined to help his brother feel more at home by teaching him everything his new peers knew. It had worked, to a certain extent, and Lychee had discovered an affinity for business. He was now the head of a large and very popular cosmetics company which was simply named 'Goats Milk'.

Today, he wasn't too happy with his company. They'd let an entire batch of Goats Milk Anti-Aging lotion go out without proper labels. That meant mountains and mountains of paperwork for Lychee. He finished up his lecture on the importance of triple checking everything, and sent them on their way.

Lychee settled back into his seat and sighed. Everything was so much simpler when he was stupid...

(//posts one measly thing on here in an attempt to call herself a role-player and then disappears)

The blaring sunlight in his face was enough to disorient him before he even opened his eyes with a loud groan. Everything was sore...and sleeping on the cement that night didn't do much to help that either. It was much too hard on his back, no matter how limber as he was in the past.

A tense curse made its way from his lips, followed by a loud cough. God, his head hurt. He risked opening his eyes to see where he was, and, much to his dismay, found himself in the empty alleyway, littered with trash, next to the bar he found himself in last night.

It wasn't a surprise, but he was just wishing for a little bit more comfort when he woke up hungover as could be this morning...

Or maybe a do-over on the past five years of his life. That would've been even better.

Bullshit. That's what this all was. Complete bullshit. He used to be free as a bird, flexible as an acrobat, and never woke up with hangovers like today. Every time he thought about it, he concluded he was too damn young to feel like this, but...

24 and living on the street, like his mom said he would. And he felt exactly the same as she did.

(I DONT KNOW WHAT TO TYPE WOOT YOU GUYS ARE FREE OF ME FOR A LITTLE WHILE LONGER!!)

(NU BBY JOIN IN PLZ WE LUV YEW)

Manda was walking past her husband toting every single bill and cent he had in his bus. She'd managed to find a halfway decent stroller for the kids, although it stank of sage fumes (Andy burned sage to scare off the squids), and she'd managed to find clothes that actually fit her in the back of the bus. First, she needed coffee. Real coffee. So, she continued down the street looking for a decent coffee place.

(BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STAAAAART)

(Neither did I ;3; Just type something and we'll figure out where to go from there)

(JOIN INNNNN, DANNIEEEEE, BRING MIKEY OR DAMARIS IN OR SOMETHIIING WE NEED YOU HEERE)

Stumbling up, Jaime brushed the dirt off of his ripped plaid shirt, leaning against the wall to steady himself as a wave of nausea hit him. "Shit," he murmured to himself, clutching his stomach as it both growled and bubbled angrily at him. He hadn't eaten since last night, since that old gentleman offered him some of his fries at the bar, along with a couple relieving shots.

Mikey looked down at the paper on his desk. There were many things on that paper the he could be reading, as to why or how, but all his attention was focused on a big, fat, red "DENIED" stamped across the page taunting him into oblivion. His heart sank, his hands and legs shook, his eyes watered until the red letters were blurred.
Denied.
The worse thing anyone could possibly read on an adoption form.

Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter. No matter how loud he turned up the car radio, Zackary was unable to drown out the sound of heavy spring rain hitting against his windshield. It was -6 degrees, his town was experiencing the heaviest rainfall they'd had all year and he had been called in to work at 5pm. But nevertheless, his smile wider than that of the Cheshire Cat, because, today was the day - the day he would finally get to do it - the day he would finally get to wear the costume.

For year or two now, Zackary had worked at a children's ballpool place named 'Giddy Kiddies' that specialised in children's birthday parties. Each time a birthday party took place, Zackary's job was to hop into one of the tons of costumes kept in the store cupboard and entertain and play with the kids throughout the party. It really was his dream job. Anyway, a few weeks ago, whilst he was getting changed into his Triceratops costume for a dinosaur-themed party, he noticed a new costume hung up in the store cupboard. It was made of silk and cotton and had that new costume smell that he just loved. It was a pirate costume and came with an adorable plush parrot and a marvellous captain's hat that fit him perfectly. His eyes lit up everytime he saw it and for weeks now he had been dying to wear it and, to his excitement, now was his chance.

He skipped into the building, whistling the Thomas the Tank Engine theme song to himself, completely oblivious to the pouring down rain and the icy cold temperature. The party wasn't for 7 hours yet, but that didn't stop him from dashing up the stairs, into the store cupboard and putting on the pirate costume he had been so desperate to wear. Once he was changed, he went straight to the employee toilets and just stood at the mirrors, staring at his costume in awe as he made pirate-y poses and quotes to himself. He simply couldn't wait to show the kids at the party this.

(HULLO PEEPS WHAT'S GOING ON IMMA JUST SIT 'ERE AND START TYPING AND WRITING AND WHATNOT AND MAKE A POST HEEYAAAAAAA 8D)

Another day, another traffic jam. Isabella started to worry if there had been a car accident or something series had happened, because the cars were just not moving. She drummed on the steering wheel with her fingers, feeling slightly anxious by the thought that she'd be late for work. Again. She had only worked there for about a month or so, and she'd already been late 13 times due to traffic jam! 21 if you counted picking up the workers' Starbucks orders as being late. Holy mother they drank a lot of coffee! She picked up her phone and dialed her boss' number with great haste. She had been his secretary for a couple of weeks, and she was very happy with the job, and could never dream of quitting, and she did NOT want her boss to think she was just being lazy.

(Wooooo more people : D)

Man, I could go for some ice...Maybe that old guy's still around? Jaime lifted himself up, careful not to reveal his eyes to the sun as he slowly stepped over newspapers and rotten food, making his way to the entrance of the bar...
Only to find a large, red-fonted "CLOSED" sign hanging on the window.
He grumbled, attempting to look past the sign and see if there might be anyone inside, but there was nothing but darkness.
Dammit.

Mikey mumbled something under his breath as he crumbled up the paper in his hands.

(..I'm still wondering if Damaris shouldn't be able to have kids or not o.o)

Bryce was bored to say the least... He didn't want to be at this stupid gallery. People had actually taken interest in his work, that was great, but did he have to stand around listening to what they thought the 'inner meanings' of the pieces worst. Jesus, these people were stupid. He just continually nodded whenever he was approached and questioned about the art. Oh well, at least he as getting free champagne out of it... He was on his third glass, but even his slight buzz didn't make him look any more out of place than his sloppy appearance. He clearly hadn't shaved in a while and his 'dress shirt' was severely wrinkled.
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Meera knew she shouldn't be doing this at work, but she was so scared. She'd tried to convince herself it was the flu or something she'd eaten, but now she wasn't so sure. All she knew was she was never drinking that much at a club again. She sat in the stall and took a deep breath, finally working up the courage to look at the test in her hands. Positive. Oh god. She sat down on the toilet, dropping the hunk of plastic.
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Theo was on the prowl. He'd only been on the street once this week and he'd gotten a shower this morning. He was doing pretty well. It was likely he'd be crashing with Damaris tonight, not that he minded at all. It was good to have a friend and a warm bed he didn't need to charm his away into. (idk if that even made sense ;3; I forced my through my Theo block)

"Drake! Look, there's a puppy," Noli cooed, pressing her nose against the glass to unsuccessfully get closer to the baby retriever inside the shop window.

Drake sighed and grabbed her hand, pulling her along. He was in too much of a hurry to deal with it at the moment. "We don't have time, Noli, maybe tomorrow--"

"But Drakey, he's so sad, can't we go in and see him?" Her bottom lip stuck out in a weak pout.

"No, we can't. You're gonna try and take it home again."

"No I wooon't, I just wanna pet him..."

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Looking out into the street, all he saw was a blur of harsh metallic colours and the occasional pedestrian on their way to work. He immediately decided against sitting on the sidewalk would be a bad idea when he spotted a couple walking several dogs his way, and settled for walking out the back of the alley, into the not-so-friendly gravel-covered back of the stores and bars he'd found himself near. Everything was blurring quickly, and he saw imprinted spots in his eyes from the sun shining a bit too brightly.

Andy was finally on the sidewalk, still crawling into the music store. But, he was faced with a problem: the door. He sat up on his butt again, and looked around for Manda. "Moooon pieeee~" He cried out. "Like, mooooonyyyyyy~ I like totally need you baaaabe~" When Manda didn't respond, he cried out for his kids. "Wooooooof~ Woof? Mario? MARIO~" No reply from the babies either. Finally, he started looking around on the street. "WILL ANYONE, LIKE, HELP A POOR WORM?!"

Damaris tapped her fingers against the kitchen table. The only light in the entire house at the moment was from the laptop sitting in front of her, and the small desk light aimed at the keyboard, so that she knew where her fingers were going.
Being a teacher was hard. Being a Kindergarten was even harder. Not so much because of the children not being able to sit half the time, but because her mind wasn't able to make a simple enough task for them. This was difficult for her. She wanted to take a break so badly, but she refused to take them. There was a 50-50 percent chance Theo would come around later one tonight, and she felt that she should get all this done before he did incase...anything happened. Better safe than sorry. (This sucked ;m; )
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[-RP BLOCK FOR MIKEY ASDFGH-]
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Amber had been awake since 8:00 am this morning. Not doing anything, she wasn't up and about like she usually was. She was doing the complete opposite of "out and about", which was getting even more entangled in the body laying next to her. He was warm, and a lot bigger than her, which made it even more impossible for her to want to get out of bed.
She was pretty sure he was still asleep, but the was okay. She liked being the only one awake in the morning. She lifted her head up and rested it back on his chest. It was just as warm as the rest of his body, and the slow, steady pace of his heart soothed her. She loved Mark, she loved everything about him, she really did, and there was absolutely no denying it.
(This was lame. ;A; )

Mark hadn't seen much of a change in himself over the years, but others would disagree. He had cut his fringe, no longer self-conscious about the different colors of his eyes. He was more willing to go after the things he wanted, he tried more, he was less biting and distant, and strangest of all he had started to smile more. All in all, he was far more pleasant and anyone with a brain who knew him saw it and knew the exact reason for his change. As corny as it was and regardless of how hard Mark would glare at them if anyone were to say it out loud, his feelings for a certain red-head were the reason. Mark mumbled something in his sleep, eyebrows tilted upward ever so slightly as if he were having a worrisome dream. His body moved by it's own will, instinctively and gently bringing whatever it was keeping him warm (in this case his beautiful girlfriend) closer to his chest. He made a small noise in the back of his throat, a groan or whine of some sort, as he drifted into a state between consciousness and unconsciousness.

(I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING eve)

(MARK NO.)

Amber blinked, worry setting in at the sound her boyfriend made. He was having a nightmare, obviously. She could hear it, and it made her even more worried and sad. She didn't like it when Mark made these noises, awake, of asleep. She wrapped her arms around his chest even tighter, a weak attempt to help sooth him. And when that didn't work, she lifted her head ever so slightly, looking down at him.
Mark was, to her, beautiful. Even when he was angry, sad, happy..he always made her heart fluttered ever so slightly. She placed a hand on his cheek, stroking the side of his face with her thumb. "Mark..?" She whispered softly. "Mark, please wake up.."

Weisis hated flying. She hated it with a passion. She hated that she always seemed to get the window seat and how there always seemed to be an exuberant amount of turbulence. Her knuckles were white from clutching her armrests, but at least she'd be off the plane soon enough... And she'd get to see Salvatore. It was the only thing that was comforting about the flight home. She missed him so much, and that's why she was currently braving the skies.
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(IDK WHATELSE TO WRITE )

(THIS SUCKED SO BAD I NEARLY BARFED)

Mark's face slowly softened at the sound of her voice. His eyes opened just as slowly only to immediately shut at the sunlight. He groaned and brought a hand up to his head. "What time is it...?" He opened his eyes again, more prepared for the light now. The corner of his lips tilted upward into a small smile at seeing Amber in front of him. Mark moved his hand to hold the smaller one brushing his cheek in an attempt to comfort the, for some reason, worried girl over him. "Hey, what's with that face?" he mumbled, amusement lacing his voice, before tilting his chin up to press his lips lightly to hers.

Salvatore was just as jumpy as Weisis was, but for entirely different reasons. He'd spend most of the morning making Weisis' favorite meal to take to the airport (oh, shit, what if it'd gotten cold?!), and had spent the past three days shopping with Leo to find a decent jacket to wear to the airport. He'd tried to play off the whole thing like he was annoyed at the prospect of getting dressed up and making a fuss over Weisis' return, but that sure as hell didn't fool anyone-least of all Leo. So, now he stood there clutching a Tupperware container so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Leo stood beside him, a stark contrast to his nervous and anxious brother. Leo was simply holding up a sign with Weisis' name on it, smiling and waving at anyone who held eye contact for too long

(NO TAY YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH BECAUSE THAT WAS SO CUTE.
THIS WAS JUST DISGUSTING SDFG)

Amber made a small complain-y noise as he kissed her softly. She pulled away slightly, and pressed her lips against his cheek. "You..you were having a nightmare..and I got worried.." she mumbled.

Finally the plane began to descend and she finally began to loosen her grip. She glanced down at what she was wearing... Fatigues... She looked tired and disgusting. Well this was just wonderful She began to fiddle with her hair and clothes, hoping she looked somewhat presentable. She knew it was silly and that Sally would still be happy to see her, but Weisis wished she looked pretty! When it finally landed she stood almost immediately and reached her her carry on. Then, she made her way off as quickly as she possibly could, once again fiddling with her hair.

Salvatore was still clutching the little plastic container as hard as he possibly could when his brother tapped on his shoulder and pointed into the crowd. Sally opened his mouth to complain at being disturbed, but then he saw her. Weisis was officially back home. He was trying not to smile-grinning and smiling and skipping and general merrymaking wasn't really Sally's thing-but he couldn't help it. "Weisis!" He passed off the food to Leo and started walking towards Weisis. It took all he had to resist the urge to run, pick her up in his arms, and just hold her. God, he'd missed her so much...