06:35:55 Myth/Crowley/Grinch Leaf I have put a lot of work in with him. |
06:34:20 Leaf Myth your dog is great mine would have eaaten the delivery man! |
06:33:50 Myth/Crowley/Grinch Prag I wish all dogs were like him. |
06:29:44 Myth/Crowley/Grinch Prag He kept his distance and barked. Once I got out there and told him to sit he did. |
06:27:24 Prag/Liz Myth Oh whoops, did he do okay with it? |
06:16:37 CC but also are we talking Chicago as in the city or as in the musical?? |
06:15:55 Penta - KNNs not into musicals, so I'll pass |
06:14:04 CC history of Broadway and wicked as trivia themes? I am THERE lmao |
06:13:10 puck hey, its a fun time regardless if you know it or not! |
06:12:25 Myth/Crowley/Grinch Prag He's doing good. Got a big obedience test yeterday. Got a food delivery here that was supposed to go to a different house when I had him out. I was returning scissors to the house cause he got burrs in his fur. |
06:11:03 McFossil Broadway??? I don't think anyone wants me playing tonight XD |
06:09:45 puck Broadway and musicals on Broadway ;) |
06:09:28 Prag/Liz Myth howÂ’d your pup doing? |
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"So heres what I was thinking. And this works for MxM and FxM. Muse A is a sophomore in college, Muse B is a freshman. They get paired together to share their dorm. Muse A develops feelings for Muse B and asks them out. Muse B doesn't feel the same and gently rejects Muse A. Muse A is devastated but eventually gets over Muse B. At a party, Muse B's friends dares them to make Muse A fall in love with them and then break up with them. Muse B accepts the dare. Muse A and B get together and Muse B actually falls in love with Muse A. But one night at a party, Muse B's friends tell Muse A that it was all just a dare. Muse A is heartbroken and Muse B is begging Muse A to stay, but Muse A refuses. Now both are heartbroken. What happens next?" - Rose
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Name: Emery "Em" Whitaker Age: 18 College: Freshman Major: Psychology (hoping to focus on trauma recovery and mental health counseling) Appearance: - Height: 5'6"
- Build: Slender but strong, with a slight athletic tone. She’s always been active but never been too concerned with her appearance.
- Hair: Dark brown, wavy, and cut just below her shoulders. She often wears it messy or in a ponytail.
- Eyes: Hazel, with golden flecks that catch the light. They have a slightly distant or tired look to them, as if she’s often lost in thought.
- Style: She dresses in comfortable, minimalist clothing—mostly oversized sweaters, jeans, and sneakers. She likes muted colors—olive greens, dusty pinks, and grays. Often wears a worn leather bracelet on her wrist, a gift from her older brother.
- Other Features: A small scar above her left eyebrow from an accident when she was younger. Her posture can sometimes be a bit hunched or defensive, like she’s trying to make herself small in a room. Her hands are always moving, fidgeting with something—pens, her sleeves, or a piece of jewelry.
Personality: - Introverted but Warm: Em is quiet and introspective, preferring to listen and observe than to talk. She’s not shy—she just has a lot going on inside her head. When she’s comfortable, her wit and dry humor come out, and she’s known for her ability to drop the occasional sarcastic remark. She’s the kind of person you can count on to listen without judgment.
- Compassionate: Her empathy for others is one of her most defining traits. Despite her own struggles, Em is always the first to step in when someone else is hurting. She’s the type of friend who’ll text you "How are you really doing?" at 2 AM when she knows something’s off.
- Guarded: She has trouble trusting people, especially after everything she’s been through. She doesn't open up easily about her past or feelings, often keeping them hidden behind a wall of sarcasm or deflection.
- Independent and Stubborn: Once she sets her mind on something, she’s hard to sway. Em doesn’t like relying on others, which has made college life a bit difficult for her. She’s fiercely determined to prove herself, sometimes to her own detriment.
- Anxiety-Prone: She struggles with anxiety, especially social anxiety. Crowded rooms, speaking in public, or meeting new people can make her feel trapped, but she’s learning to manage it, sometimes in unhealthy ways like overthinking or isolating herself.
Backstory: Emery grew up in a small town with her parents, but the picture-perfect life they tried to portray was far from reality. Her parents were well-intentioned but emotionally distant, focused on their careers, leaving Em with a lot of time to fend for herself. She had an older brother, Nate, who was her protector and her closest confidant, but he struggled with mental health issues, often turning to self-destructive behaviors. When Em was 16, her brother passed away unexpectedly in a car accident. The loss shattered her, and since then, she’s carried a lot of unresolved grief and guilt. In the years following, Em became more withdrawn. The trauma of losing Nate, coupled with the ongoing tension at home between her parents (who never seemed to know how to handle their grief), left Em with a deep sense of loneliness. She started therapy at 17 after a breakdown at school, and while it helped, the process was slow and painful. She learned a lot about herself through therapy—particularly about how trauma manifests in her life, but there are still a lot of things she’s unwilling to confront. Her decision to pursue psychology was inspired by Nate’s struggles and her own desire to help people who had been through things like she had. She’s determined to understand the mind and trauma more deeply, but there’s a part of her that still feels very lost in it all. Parents: - Mother: Lauren Whitaker, 46. A corporate lawyer, highly intelligent, but emotionally unavailable. Lauren’s drive for success often left Em feeling neglected. Lauren’s reaction to Nate’s death was to bury herself in work, which only worsened their relationship. She’s proud of Em’s academic success but doesn’t always know how to connect with her on an emotional level.
- Father: David Whitaker, 48. A quiet, stoic man who’s good at hiding his feelings. He’s supportive of Em’s career choices but is emotionally distant. After Nate’s death, he withdrew into himself, which left Em feeling even more isolated. David and Em have a strained but respectful relationship—they don’t talk about feelings much, but he’s there for her when she needs him.
Quotes: - "I’m not the person you think I am. I’m not the person I thought I was."
- "I don’t like crowds. Too many people pretending they don’t see each other."
- "I’m fine. Just tired. It's a recurring theme, right?"
- "People leave, and sometimes you have to learn to let them go. But sometimes I don’t know how to."
- "I’m really good at pretending everything’s fine. Even when it isn’t."
Things That Describe Her: - Quiet strength: Em’s quiet exterior hides a fierce inner strength. She’s been through a lot and survived, and while she’s not vocal about it, she carries the weight of her past with a determination to keep moving forward.
- Fidgeting hands: Em’s nervous energy is often expressed through fidgeting, whether it’s doodling in a notebook, twisting her bracelet, or tapping her fingers on a surface.
- A deep love for books: Em finds solace in literature, especially books about trauma recovery, psychology, and emotional growth. She’s also a fan of poetry, often reading it in the quiet moments when she’s processing her emotions.
- Night owl: She’s always been a night person, feeling more at ease when the world is asleep and she’s alone with her thoughts.
- Music as a refuge: Em listens to music to manage her anxiety. Her playlists are full of melancholic indie and alternative rock, bands like The National, Phoebe Bridgers, and Bon Iver. There’s something about the music that helps her process her emotions without words.
How She’s Developing in College: - Academically: Em is excelling in her studies, especially in psychology. She’s deeply passionate about understanding the human mind, though she sometimes struggles with the fact that her own mental health is still a work in progress.
- Socially: College is both a challenge and a blessing. She’s not someone who makes friends easily, but she’s slowly starting to form connections. She has one or two close friends she trusts, but her social anxiety still holds her back. The trauma of losing Nate and the emotional distance from her parents has made her hesitant to fully open up to people.
- Romantically: Em’s love life is a bit of a nonstarter. She’s wary of relationships, unsure if she can let anyone in. But there's potential for growth here—maybe someone will break through her emotional walls, though it's not clear who that would be yet.
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╔════ ≪ °❈° ≫ ════╗ Noah Carpenter ╚════ ≪ °❈° ≫ ════╝ . Nicknames : None Nicknames ( Given ) : Lemme know if you have any! . Age : 20 Gender : Male Sexuality : Bisexual Birth Date : January 2nd . ≪ Apperance ≫ . . Skin : Lightly tanned, clear of any imperfections or spots Build : Lean yet muscular, broad shoulders, 6'2 Hair : Platinum Blonde with blue ends Eyes : Sage green Tattoos : None Scars : Cut marks on the inside of his wrists Birthmarks : None Piercings : Two piercings on each ear. One a simple stud, another a small silver hoop Jewelry : Silver earrings, rings and necklaces . ≪ Personality ≫ . Quiet ❈ Introverted ❈ Friendly ❈ Observant ❈ Passive ❈ Shy ❈ Self Concious ❈ Pretends to be Confident ❈ Calm ❈ Caring ❈ Diligent ❈ Patient ❈ Rational ❈ Understanding ❈ Trustworthy ❈ Persistent ❈ Honest ❈ Hard-Working . ≪ Relations ≫ . Crush : Emery Whitaker Significant Other : None Exes : Chloe Miller, Charlie Johnson, Henry Thomas . Familial Relations . Josephine Carpenter - Mother - Alive - Positive Relationship Jason Carpenter - Father - Alive - Positive Relationship Allison Carpenter - Sister - Alive - Positive Relationship . Other Relations . Duncan Phelps - Male - Friend Emily Porter - Female - Friend . Finished! Edited at January 25, 2025 01:45 PM by Burning Rose Equine
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ok Em stood in front of her new college dorm, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. The brick building towered over her, and the crisp autumn air filled her lungs as she dragged her suitcase up the steps. She had dreamed of this moment for years, but now that she was finally here, it all felt surreal. After checking in, she made her way to the third floor, her footsteps echoing down the empty hallway. The walls were lined with doors, each one leading to a small room full of possibilities. She found her own door, number 306, and slid the keycard into the lock. The door clicked open, revealing a small, bare room—two twin beds, a couple of desks, and empty white walls that seemed to wait for her personal touch. She dropped her suitcase by the door and stood for a moment, taking it all in. This was it. Her space. She began unpacking, the familiar motion of folding clothes and arranging her books offering some comfort amid the uncertainty. By the time the sun started to set, Em had filled the shelves with her favorite novels, pinned up photos of her family and friends, and placed a soft throw blanket on the bed. The room was still simple, but it felt like hers now. As she stood at the window, looking out at the quiet campus, Em felt a rush of possibility. This was just the beginning, and she was ready to see where it would take her.
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Noah was running late, very late. It was just about sunset when he found his new dorm building. He'd stayed in another building the year before, but the renovations weren't finished yet, so he had been moved to a new building for this year. He'd been paired with a freshman, but it wasn't until he noticed that it was a she when he opened the door. Noah had just assumed he'd been paired with another guy. Guys and Girls weren't usually put together in the same room, for obvious reasons, but he guessed the college was doing anything now as half of their dorm buildings were ancient and under construction. "Hey, are you Emery?" He asked, walking in with a duffle bag and a backpack, although there were a few more things in his car, which was parked outside. His entire life fit into his car, as most college students lives did. One half of the room was decorated with her things, stocked with her books. And the other was bare and empty.
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Em took a deep breath, smoothing down her shirt as she glanced around the room. Her new dorm was still so unfamiliar, and the quiet made it feel even more empty. She had been unpacking for a while when the door clicked open. A guy stepped in, dragging a suitcase behind him, looking slightly disoriented. "Hey," Em said, forcing a smile as she stood up. "I’m Em. Your roommate." Em stood there for a second, unsure what to do. She cleared her throat, trying again. "Uh, nice to meet you… I guess." She said,sitting back down in her desk as she looked over at her schedule,branding it into her brain.
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Noah smiled awkwardly and nodded. "Hi, I'm Noah," he replied. "Nice to meet you too," he said, closing the door and walking over to his side of the room. It was pretty bland in here, but Noah remembered his first dorm room, and that wasn't much better either. He started to unpack his stuff, putting his books on the shelves, and his posters on the wall. Some were of his own art, some of famous art pieces. He put his school things into the drawers of his desk along with some of his more used and favorite art supplies. He put his clothes in his dresser, and set a box on top of the dresser that contained his jewelry. He'd always been bullied for having his ears pierced and wearing necklaces, but it was part of who he was. Sometimes in high school the bullying got really bad, and that really affected Noah, to the point where he'd hurt himself. Noah hadn't done that since high-school, although sometimes he'd get those thoughts again, and he still had the scars on the insides of his wrists and burn marks on the top of his thigh, a constant reminder of what'd he'd done to himself.
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Em sighed and glanced at the clock. It was getting late, and she knew she had to start working. Her textbooks were scattered across the desk, the thick psychiatry book staring at her with its dense chapters and academic language. She picked it up, the weight of it reminding her just how serious this was. She flipped it open to the first chapter and let out another quiet breath. The room around her was quiet now, her roommate still absent. She skimmed the first few lines of text, the words blurring together at first. Her mind kept drifting back to the awkwardness of the day, the unfamiliarity of everything. But this—this was her focus, right? This was why she was here. Em bit her lip and forced herself to concentrate. Psychiatry. She had always been fascinated by the human mind, how it worked, what made people tick. She wasn’t sure what had drawn her to this field exactly, but it had always been something that felt important. There was so much to learn. Disorders, treatments, the complexities of emotions and behavior. As she started taking notes, her handwriting neat and precise, she found herself falling into a rhythm. She was still nervous, her stomach tight with the constant hum of newness around her, but there was something oddly grounding about the material. It wasn’t just facts—it was a puzzle. Each person, each case, was a riddle, and she wanted to be the one who understood it. She focused harder, her pencil moving quickly across the paper as she summarized key points about mental health disorders, different therapies, and brain functions. The text began to make sense as she connected the dots, understanding how each piece fit into the larger picture. By the time she glanced up again, she had made a decent chunk of progress. The fire of focus kept her going. Em realized, as the evening wore on, that despite all the uncertainty, despite the weirdness of starting college, she could do this. She could handle the workload, the pressure, the unknown. The world might feel chaotic right now, but this—this studying, this knowledge—was something she could control. The hours passed as she fell deeper into the material. She had found something to anchor herself in. For the first time that day, she didn’t feel like she was floating in a sea of confusion. It was hard, yes, but it was something real, something tangible. And maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what she needed.
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