i turned myself to face me;

[benjamin moore]

; jonathan connor evans.

give me something to echo in my unknown future's ear

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; getting personal.
name:
benjamin oliver moore
face claim:
robert hicks
age:
twenty-two
birthday:
may 3rd,
hometown:
san francisco, california
gender:
male
group:
middle
sexuality:
bisexual
job:
photographer

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; now tell us the truth.
likes:

• black and white movies
  
• folklore
  
• animals
  
• old bookstores
  
• blue raspberry candy
  
• rain
  
• photography
  
• frozen yogurt
  
• hats
  
• pianos
  
• comic books
  
• thunderstorms
  
• helping people
  
• Celtic music
  
• reading
  
• pocket watches
  
• tattoos
  
• children
  
• traveling
  
• his job
  
• taking risks
  
• his dog walter
  

dislikes:

• arrogant people
  
• confrontation
  
• meat
  
• foster care system
  
• school
  
• math
  
• spiders
  
• politics
  
• animal cruelty
  
• rules
  
• sports
  
• cleaning
  
• rap
  
• liars
  
• licorice
  
• hypocrites
  
• ice cream
  
• chocolate
  

fears:

• small, closed in spaces
  
• dying at a young age
  
• being alone
  

secrets:

• was in foster homes from the age of two
  
• keeps his light on at night because he’s afraid of sleeping in the dark
  
• doesn’t know how to swim very well
  

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; hidden faces.
name: Sky
RP experience: 6 years, been on a break lately
age: 16
how you found us: Site surfing
favorite animal: ...sheep!
favorite cereal: fruit loops
other characters: none
sample post:

Max had been in bed for a while after he had woken up and he just hadn’t had the urge to get up. Instead of moving and doing something productive, such as getting dressed, he had pulled the blanket over his head and proceeded to hide under for a minute and ,okay, that minute had kind of turned into thirty minutes which in turn suddenly became two hours. Two hours! God knows he had done this before- woken up just to lie in bed for a while- but he had never managed to rest more than a half hour before he forced himself out of bed; or at least he hadn’t managed to do that since he had been told, by the professor of one of his morning classes, to shape up or get out of the classroom and never step back into it.

Needless to say, he was not supposed to sleep in anymore; yet he so obviously had overslept. The thought of being dropped from his morning class made his thoughts start rushing with panic and he clambered from his bed, racing around the room while tugging on random articles of clothing, which he probably should have done slower since he did not really know if the things he put on were clean or not. Oh well, it wasn’t like he gave off the impression of someone who took great care in personal hygiene; in fact, most of the kids in his class always wrinkled their noses at him anyway since his hair tended to be out of control due to his hatred of combs. One look in the mirror told him that he couldn’t really get away with just leaving his hair like it was this time so he tugged a hat onto his head and dug around for his bag which was, hopefully, somewhere in the room.

Eventually he was able to get out of the room, of course he was hopping on one foot as he tried to put a shoe on but he was still out of his room so that counted for something. It wasn’t until he got halfway to his class that he realized that he didn’t actually have his morning class today but when he did realize it he was thoroughly pissed off at himself. He had a bit of a burst of anger which included a lot of fowl language and a sore foot on his part as well as a lot of wide eyed stares from a few passing students. Even though he had attracted attention he had still released his anger enough to decide to veer left and go into the nearbye lounge so he could at least, possibly, do something before going to bed.

The only problem with his plan of going to the lounge was that it had people in it, talkative people and he didn’t really want to be surrounded by people talking to their ‘buddies’. So, almost as soon as he entered the lounge, he turned back around to walk out and the next thing he knew he was getting a face full of person. He stumbled backwards a step or two to get away from the person and held back the urge to pout when he had to glance up to see who he had ran into- or was it who had ran into him? Either way, he let a snappish “Watch where you’re going” escape past his lips in a not-so-nice tone of voice. “Seriously, I know some people have vision issues and I’m kinda small but that doesn’t mean everyone can go around running over others” he growled under his breath. He knew it was probably his fault as much as it was the other guy’s fault but he was grouchy and he didn’t want to listen to that part of his brain that told him to shut the hell up and just apologize.

[zane!]

accepted;

thank you for applying at different directions. we have decided to ACCEPT your application and look forward to seeing you become an active member of dd.