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  • onyourown-rp-blog
    22.02.2015 - 6 years ago
    The results were emailed out, giving everyone their new matches; a glitch in the program scrambled everything up and got the matches out of order. Shane Morrison was trying to do something nice and romantic for his peers. Somehow, he wasn't sure they'd appreciate it after this. The email, originally meant for the real matches, had one task:  When the power goes out at midnight, make sure you kiss them. - Shane Morrison

    Talin Neil — Rienne Kincer 

    Bryden Campbell — Piper Nevins 

    Hallie Lara — Hunter Gear 

    Mickey Hudson — Shawn Blake 

    Colby Knox — Eve Jackman 

    Piper Nevins — Harmony Engelgardt 

    Shawn Blake — Felix LaCroix 

    Lottie Campbell — Colby Knox 

    Rich Teller — Bel Frost 

    Hunter Gear — Freddie Parker 

    Freddie Parker — Shay Wayland 

    Shay Wayland —  Rich Teller 

    Bel Frost —  Hallie Lara 

    Eve Jackman — Elliot Parker 

    Maisie Briggs — Jamie Nevins 

    Rienne Kincer — Lottie Campbell 

    Kyra Fitch — Gabe Rossi 

    Leo Nevins —  Nate Marshall

    Jamie Nevins — Kyra Fitch 

    Nate Marshall — Roxie Madison

    Roxie Madison — Talin Neil 

    Felix LaCroix —  Bryden Campbell 

    Harmony Engelgardt — Mickey Hudson 

    Gabe Rossi — Maisie Briggs 

    Elliot Parker — Leo Nevins

    Everyone only knows their result, and can choose if they want to go along with Shane's idea or not. I'd recommend going along with it, for drama's sake. The power will go out on WEDNESDAY so make sure you have at least one thread with your character's match.

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  • belfrostwrites
    19.02.2015 - 6 years ago

    'Who's your Match'

    Name: Belinda 'Bel' Frost

    Age: Twenty

    Gender: Unicorn. (Female Unicorn)

    Religion:  "I believe in Karma."

    Kinsey Scale Score: "Well, according to this test, I'm a solid three, which I suppose makes sense. However, the idea of being defined by a number really pisses me off. Besides, it is fundamentally flawed. I might be a three today, but what if I wake up tomorrow and suddenly I'm more attracted to women than I was yesterday? What if the idea of dicks suddenly become so disgusting to me that I vomit upon hearing the word? How does that fit on the scale?"

    Are you an introvert or extrovert? "I am an extroverted introvert who thrives on human interactions that aren't necessarily my own. If you can make heads or tails of that, please let me know."

    Who is the most important person in your life? Why?:"Jesus, why do I feel like I'm writing my will? My mother. She was the one who reminded me that it was alright to be me when everyone else said I was going to Hell." 

    How many sexual partners have you had?: "One, two, buckle my shoe. Three, four, shut the door. Five, Six, pick up sticks...Six sounds reasonable. Yea...lets go with six."

    Do you want children?: Maybe. 

    Favorite holiday?: "Er, Halloween." 

    How do you feel about alcohol, smoking, drugs?: "If my mother is asking- No. Those are bad things. I would never. If anyone else is asking, I may or may not have  pack of cigs in my bag, and a bottle of Absolute sitting in my bag calling my name. I've never done drugs harder than weed...but I'm sort of curious."

    Who in the school do you think is your match?: "Well, that is your job, isn't it? I'm gonna guess..Yea, I have no clue. I'm just filling this out because I don't want to do my history homework. But, if I like your answer, I'll serenade you with some good old Fiddler on the Roof- Matchmaker!"

    Answer the questions above by Friday and then post them under the tag oyotask.
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  • hallielara
    17.02.2015 - 6 years ago

    The Morrison Match test and it's results.

    Name: Hallie Eloise Lara

    Age: Twenty

    Gender: Female

    Religion: Catholic

    Kinsey Scale Score: Two

    Are you an introvert or extrovert? Publicly Extrovert with some introvert traits

    Who is the most important person in your life? Why?: "That would be Bel. She's the best friend anyone could ever ask for. She sticks out for me when I need her, even more when I don't deserve it. But she also calls me out when I'm fucking up. Rich used to be one of the most important too but...things are kind of weird now."

    How many sexual partners have you had?: "I...I've lost count by now. About five? Probably more."

    Do you want children?: "Maybe someday in a far away future."

    Favorite holiday?: "Christmas. I love sitting up in my room and watch Christmas movies with a bowl of popcorn and Bubbles -- That's the family cat."

    How do you feel about alcohol, smoking, drugs?: "They're a girl's best friend when you want to party."

    Who in the school do you think is your match?: "Honestly? Maybe Rich. But I doubt he'd want to be my match. Nobody does."

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  • rebelliouspip-blog
    15.02.2015 - 6 years ago

    Task One: WHO'S YOUR MATCH?

    Name: Piper Rose Nevins Age: Nineteen Gender: Female Religion: I don't believe in anything. I lost faith the minute some "god" everyone seems to worship took my mother's life and claims to have sent her to a better place. Kinsey Scale Score: That scale is far from accurate, and I don't see how it can define a person. Fuck labels. But if I had to choose? Probably a two.   Are you an introvert or extrovert? Again with the labels.. More so an extrovert, with absolutely everything. I love putting myself out there and I am sure as hell not afraid to be who I am. But.. I guess I'm an introvert when it comes to certain things. Who is the most important person in your life? Why?: My family. Leo, more than anything. Jamie, too.. even though I don't think that's reciprocated at all. I guess when you lose a member, maybe even the most important where your entire family falls apart after their passing, it changes you forever. I couldn't imagine losing anymore.. and in some ways with Jamie, I feel I have.  How many sexual partners have you had?: ..Are you kidding? Talk about a complete invasion of privacy.  Do you want children?: I've.. never really thought about it. Maybe, even though I can't exactly imagine being a good mother. Favorite holiday?: Valentine's day.. I'm fucking joking. Halloween.  Christmas used to be my favorite. How do you feel about alcohol, smoking, drugs?: Alcohol is my savior, but I guess we can throw in the other two. Let's just say I don't limit myself. I'm always willing to try something new. But I prefer to stay away from smoking, it hinders my ability to dance properly and makes me unfit.  Who in the school do you think is your match?: Isn't the point of this thing, that might i mention is probably not accurate, for you to tell me? And no, I'm not avoiding saying the one person that comes to mind. 

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  • shawntheadorable-blog
    15.02.2015 - 6 years ago

    Name: Shawn Blake

    Age: 20

    Gender: Male

    Religion: Agnostic

    Kinsey Scale Score: 0

    Are you an introvert or extrovert? Introvert

    Who is the most important person in your life? Why?: I can't pick just one. I have to many people that are important to me. Eve, Kyra, Rich. Bel.

    How many sexual partners have you had?: 0

    Do you want children?: Yes

    Favorite holiday?: Christmas

    How do you feel about alcohol, smoking, drugs?: I think it's up to each individual. None of them are bad.

    Who in the school do you think is your match?: Eve

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  • manipunate-blog
    15.02.2015 - 6 years ago

    Name:  Nathan Albatroaz Marshall

    Age: 20

    Gender: Neutral

    Religion:  Jedi

    Kinsey Scale Score: X

    Are you an introvert or extrovert? Very much an introvert.

    Who is the most important person in your life? Why?: Little Nevins. Cause his innocence and blushing at my inappropriate jokes is the highlight to my day.

    How many sexual partners have you had?: over 200.

    Do you want children?: I would prefer to have clones of myself to build an army, but I think if I have enough children it would do the same thing. So yes.

    Favorite holiday?: When I went to Spain. 

    How do you feel about alcohol, smoking, drugs?: What do I feel about them? Well I feel that alcohol is a bit of a slut. It will get with anything. Smoking is more reserved. She doesn't mind being shared around a little but is an acquired taste. And drugs, well she's a clingy girlfriend. Once you flirt with her once she's moving in her stuff and wanting to pick out commitment rings.

    Who in the school do you think is your match?: Colby Knox.

    #oyotask #like only a few of these answers are true #up to you to work out which ones
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  • leo-nevins-blog
    15.02.2015 - 6 years ago

    Name: Leonardo Alexander Nevins

    Age: Twenty

    Gender: Male

    Religion: Science

    Kinsey Scale Score: I mean. Probably a three. I don't think it's very accurate, but. Three.

    Are you an introvert or extrovert?: Introvert

    Who is the most important person in your life? Why?:  Piper. She's my sister. 

    How many sexual partners have you had?: 0

    Do you want children?: Unknown

    Favorite holiday?: Christmas

    How do you feel about alcohol, smoking, drugs?: As long as you're safe, I don't see a problem. Experimentation is important.

    Who in the school do you think is your match?: Lottie.

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  • mickeyhudson
    14.02.2015 - 6 years ago

    Name: Michael (Mickey) Jacob Hudson

    Age: 20

    Gender: Male

    Religion: Agnostic

    Kinsey Scale Score: 3

    Are you an introvert or extrovert? Extrovert

    Who is the most important person in your life? Why?: Jamie. I can't think of anyone else I trust more than him. Except Lottie, yeah -- but he's my business partner. We got more of a mutual understanding.

    How many sexual partners have you had?: You really think I keep track? Fuck, I don't know. Probably more than you.

    Do you want children?: Fuck no.

    Favorite holiday?: 4/20.

    How do you feel about alcohol, smoking, drugs?: All day, every day.

    Who in the school do you think is your match?: This is fucking stupid. Me and Robin are real similar, but she annoys the shit out of me sometimes. If I had to pick, I'd say Lottie. But that's only if I fucking had to.

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  • hallielara
    12.06.2014 - 7 years ago

    The Girl With The Broken Smile

    September 2007

    Dear Diary,
    Today was a weird day. It was the first day of school and I was all excited to learn new things! Mom said this year I'd learn lots of fun stuff. But the girls in my class were kinda mean. Maybe they've never seen a girl like me. They kept asking if I was white or black because my color was weird. Daddy always said I was pretty. He says I'm the color of coffee and milk when they get mixed together. I always found that funny, but those girls didn't get it. Could they be right? There's other girls like me. Right?
    Tomorrow I'm going to wear that pink dress I love. Maybe that'll make them like me.
    xo Hallie

    September 2007

    Dear Diary,
    One of the girls in my class called me a chipmunk in front of the whole class today and everyone laughed! It was so embarrassing... It's not my fault! Daddy has chubby cheeks too. I love those pictures we took where we puff them out to be funny. Why would they laugh about my face? I don't get it. Kristy has cheeks like mine and nobody makes fun of her. Is it because she's blonde and pretty? Everyone likes her. She already is the most popular girl! I wish I could be blonde too...
    xo Hallie

    October 2007

    Dear Diary,
    I hate school! Everyone is my class is so mean! Why do they hate me so much? I try to be nice to all of them and it doesn't work. Today I brought cupcakes I baked with Mommy last night. I thought I could give them to the Kristy and her friends so they'd want to be my friends too. But they just laughed and made me drop them on the floor. They even called me fat! I'm not fat... Do you think I'm fat? Maybe someday I'll be prettier and then everyone will like me. I just really want them to like me...
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  • onyourown-rp-blog
    05.06.2014 - 7 years ago


    We're going to ask that everyone does a quick sweep of every character's relationships to make sure you know everyone your character is connected to. Please like this once you've completed this task. Thank you!
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  • jamie-nevins
    29.05.2014 - 7 years ago

    Remembering || Self-Para

    The death of Mr. Carr was a surprise to everyone, including Jamie. Even though Jamie wasn't particularly interested in schoolwork, Mr. Carr had been a teacher he had actually liked. The man had been very good at his job - he knew just how to explain things, and treated everyone the same way. No one ever had to feel like they were stupid or behind everyone else. He had been strict and knew how to keep the class silent, but didn't forget to treat them as people.

    Jamie was sitting in his dorm, holding a maths book in his hands. It usually made him groan, now it made him think about Mr. Carr. Jamie smiled shortly but put the book away. He wasn't going to put that in the casket. He had spoken with Bliss, and they both thought that it was too cliche. But Jamie had no idea what he was going to put in the casket - he felt like he had nothing that personal, nothing that could possibly relate to Mr. Carr. He still wanted to put something in there, to honor his teacher.

    Jamie noticed something on the floor, a piece of paper that had fallen from the book. He picked it up and saw that it was an exam. On the backside of it was writing with red letters. Well done, Jamie, you did better than last time. If you ever need help you can talk to me. Jamie smiled. This was the last thing Mr. Carr had told him. Too bad it was a little bit too late to ask for advice now.

    The boy looked at his watch. The memorial would start in an hour. Jamie had thought whether he would go or not. Looking at the letter, he decided not to. He hated funerals and memorials, all kinds of things where people gathered together to grieve someone. It seemed too organised and it brought up memories that he didn't want to think about. He would rather remember Mr. Carr on his own. But he still wanted to put the exam in the casket, so he left his dorm and started walking towards the room where the memorial would be held.

    There was no one there yet, thank God. The casket was closed, and Jamie started to think whether he should just turn back while he was walking slowly towards it. The casket looked big and ruthless. But Jamie keeped on walking, until he reached the big ugly thing. Slowly, he opened the casket. There he was, looking somehow years older but still peaceful. Jamie put the exam on his hand, took a last look and closed the casket for good.

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  • topherwright-blog
    29.05.2014 - 7 years ago

    Mad World || Self Para

    Mr. Carr's passing took everyone by surprise. Whether or not they took the surprise happily or sadly. Topher wasn't happy about Mr. Carr's death but he didn't feel an emotional attachment like a lot of the others did. He was a great math teacher even if math wasn't one of his favorite subjects, he gave Carr credit for being the teacher he was. He was always the type of teacher Topher admired, stern and wouldn't let the students push him around to get what they wanted but caring towards his students. Not all teachers had to be harsh or hard but Carr was genuinely caring for students even after his class was over. 

    Topher wasn't one of the troublemakers of the class but he sometimes would get caught for talking or in Mr. Carr's eyes; disrupting the class somehow but he did pay attention most of the time as Mr. Carr made it less boring than it normally was in schools. With each lesson, Mr. Carr would make some comment or seeming quote if he saw opportunity. The kids in the class who really were the disrupting ones, Mr. Carr always said one thing that always sticks out in Topher's mind. Especially today.

    “Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.” Mr. Carr cleared his throat and glanced up at the guilty students. He already had it figured they were planning on something to do that night instead of the assignment. There were times at the end of class, Topher stayed behind to catch up on assignments he missed during sick days or days where he couldn't be present and he and Mr. Carr held a conversation much more than Topher normally did with his other teachers. As everyone gathered to place things into the empty casket, he didn't know what to place in there. He wasn't extremely close to the older teacher but he did want to place at least something in the casket as a sign of his respect. Topher noticed on his key chain, he had one of a baseball. Topher loved baseball and remembered a conversation with Mr. Carr about it and their favorite teams. That's what he would put in the casket. As much as he adored his keychain, he would have rather placed it with the other treasures of memory to respect him even in death. He worked the chain off the key part and placed it inside. He didn't exactly know what to feel. Maybe it was conflicted emotion. The immediate feeling to keep everything he was feeling inside for the sake of pride but yet, he knew it was okay to feel grief even if you didn't know the late person very well. He thought about what class would be like now, without him. It'd be weird. Very weird. He wasn't quite sure who they'd bring in for his replacement but he knew they wouldn't be Mr. Carr.

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  • hallielara
    28.05.2014 - 7 years ago

    Brave // Self Para [RIP Mr. Carr]

    Freshman year was the hardest for Hallie. She was new at the school, her skin was still thin. When kids started teasing her, she didn't know how to deal with it. There was no Bel, no Eve, no safety bubble of friends to shield her from the outsiders. She felt miserable at school and was just about ready to run and go back home without looking back.

    But there was one specific event that made her change her mind, something that happened before Bel ever stood up for her. Hallie still wore her reading glasses for class, which didn't help her case at all, and the kids were exceptionally mean to her. She had a hard time focusing in class, instead spending her time trying to be invisible. At the end of yet another math class, Hallie had gathered her things and was making her way out of class when someone purposefully bumped against her and made her drop all her belongings. To make it even worse, they made sure to step on her books as they walked away, laughing at the chubby girl in the glasses. Hallie tried to remain strong and serene up until they were out the door before she let out a soft sob, kneeling on the floor to recover her things. From the corner of her eye, she could see one of her books being picked up before a pair of male legs appeared in her peripheral view. Hallie lifted her head to see Mr. Carr standing there, holding out her math book to her with a look that seemed...understanding? Compassion? She couldn't really understand it. "You are a brave girl, Ms. Lara. Don't let them make you think otherwise." Hallie took the book back carefully, glancing at the teacher with a sad smile before looking down at the object in her hands.

    So there she stood, in the shadows of the gym as people gathered to place meaningful (and not so meaningful) objects as a way to remember the teacher. She held in her hand a book, a math book. The same book she had once taken back from the teacher they were now mourning. Despite the bad times she was going though, she still wanted to pay her respects, and chose to do it sober. It was difficult, yes. After nearly two weeks of constant submersion in alcohol and drugs, being fully sober made her feel sick to her stomach. Still, it was the least she could do after letting him down.

    Brave? She was far from it.

    #oyotask#event #event: the funeral #self para
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  • drew--grimes-blog
    28.05.2014 - 7 years ago

    trembling | selfpara

    His hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

    This time was just proving to be harder than most of the other times.

    His hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

    And though he wished he could mourn his teacher properly, the pale skin and sweating wasn’t helping his concentration. He didn’t even have anything to put into the dumb casket. Mr. Carr had always been one of his favorite teachers and smiled at him plenty, told him he was proud. And what had Drew done? Fucked it all up. Mr. Carr didn’t even get to see him get better before…

    He fucked up.

    Drew dropped his head in his hands, not caring which students around him saw. He really was such a disappointment. A useless disappointment. Getting better was important, but Drew didn’t have a lot of willpower there. Instead, he let the school keep the drugs from him. As always.

    His hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

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  • benji-wales-blog
    28.05.2014 - 7 years ago

    i'll try | selfpara

    It’s amazing.

     He didn’t know why he had thought it was going to be something poetic, like some sort of sweet good-bye. But instead they were gathered together in a gym and there was an empty casket and Jesus, how morbid was that? They couldn’t find a time capsule for them to put shit in? They couldn’t find anything better than a goddamn casket? Benji shot a glare at the where the teachers sat, some looking sad while some looked… Uncaring.

    The group of students weren’t much better. Benji wasn’t technically an easy crier, though he did cry. Plenty. He just knew better than to do it around his peers. It was shitty, wasn’t it? That he couldn’t show the world that he was just as sad as everyone else over the loss of his teacher? It was bullshit, but necessary for survival at Anderson.

    Survival. Something Mr. Carr didn’t have.

    Benji moved forward quickly, placing the note into the casket.

    During the first few weeks of being at Anderson, Ben had been sore and beaten up, but wouldn’t tell the staff what had been happening. His grades had been beyond low, and Mr. Carr had helped tutor him to get them up to where they should have been. The note had been from the first test he aced. Mr. Carr, with all his rough edges and frightening demeanor, was kind hearted and helpful and he tried his best with his students.

    “You did good, Benji. Keep it up.”

    “I’ll try.” He whispered to the empty casket.

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