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  in a neighborhood planted in a small town, kids have lived there their whole life and grown up there. as kids, they've had the best time of their lives with each other. running around the park, flying kites, climbing trees, swimming, waiting at the bus stop together before school, bike rides, playing hide and go seek or tag, they've done it all. fights happened, sure, but as little kids, it didn't take much to mend a broken friendship. they've kept the neighborhood alive all these years, playing with each other after homework was finished til the sun was no more, and on summer days, they could spend hours with each other.
   
  but years have passed and it's now 1964, and these 'kids' are no longer kids. teenagers, more like it. the hours and hours they used to spend playing freeze tag outside of their houses together no longer exist. social classes, new friends, and different interests have driven a wedge between everyone, and they no longer are as closed as they used to be. still friends, but not as close. some of them have experimented feelings on one another, though. however, time's running out, and in just a few more months, some of them are old enough to move away.
   
  a block party one of the family decides to throw ends up throwing these kids back together, and they've just realized how much they missed each other only seconds away before they're ready to grow up.
  

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  I am the creator, look, what I say goes. There is no changing it. I'm the only one who shall be playing god in this thread. I ( with some help from some other people ) have worked too d`mn hard on putting this role play together to have a bunch of nubs to overrun it. If you can't respect me, then you sure as hell can't say here. I've been in too many role plays to go easy on this. This is a ADVANCED LITERATE. Hence I repeat, ADVANCED. Proper spelling, punctuation, and grammar are probably things I will be scrutinizing. It can't be that hard to write your posts on word or in Firefox. Seriously, spell check is your friend. I want sentences. A paragraph at most, maybe more. If you can't meet this standard, this role play is NOT for you. For writer's block, I don't mind at least three, four or five sentences. Everyone has it, but please do not do it in every post or I will tell you otherwise. This rule seems to float around the role plays, but please since it is a PG-13 site lets keep it PG-13 in our role play. We'd really like to not get reported for two of our role players having sticky details in their posts. Please just use a time skip for that. Characters. Your characters should be interesting, but we shouldn’t have to tell you that now should we? When making them feel free to let loose. And please people it has to be realistic of course, and it is set in time of the 60's, but just don’t give me any Mary Sues or Gary Stus. Please. Profiles, keep the the code I created for you. Feel free to add symbols, but don't distort my beautiful coding. I spent time on it. If you have any questions, drop them in a private message and send them to me. Just have fun, I hate having to lecture.
  

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• If there's anyone who could get a Catholic girl out of her skirt, it'd be him. It's weird because it's no secret that he's a little flirt, always trying to get in your pants, yet the girls fall hard for him, anyways. He wasn't always this way, though. As a kid, he was normal, then he hit puberty and suddenly he'd rather be sucking face with a girl instead of riding on a bike. Everything changed. It's no surprise that he gets all the ladies, though. He's smooth, good with his words, and charming. Not to mention, incredibly good-looking. A total sweet-talker, he knows how to play his cards good. Too bad he really doesn't care if your pet died or if your best friend thinks you're a whore. He just wants to get in your pants, nothing more. Which is a little ironic, because if you sleep with his twin brother, you're a dead man. Although he may seem innocent and harmless, he's always getting into trouble. It's not like he tries to, though. It all starts off with what he thinks will be an adventure, but in the end, he somehow always finds himself in the middle of a problem that he can't solve. Though it might have to do with his curiosity, stupidity, or just plain boredom. He's a daredevil, always have been, since he was a little kid. He wasn't scared to climb to the highest branch of the tree or anything like that. He's ambitious and pushy, also, wanting to know whatever you're not willing to tell him. And on top of that, he's got a quite a mouth on him. Despite being a little troublesome, he's usually friendly, lively, and carefree. Always joined at the hip of his twin brother, the two boys are most known for causing havoc, chaos, and destruction; only because he caused it. Without a doubt, everything's got to be done his way. Because he's one of the oldest in the group, he likes to think that it gives his privileges to call the shots around the place. Though he's bossy, demanding, and persistent, deep down, he's really actually fatherly, caring, and just straight up protective. Though often times he may drive the group crazy, they learn to love him. In a way, he's become their father. Over the years, with his stunning features and his move-out-of-my-way attitude, he's found herself on top of the pyramid - he's the school top dog. Unlike most guys, though, he doesn't really abuse this power too much and spread rumors nor blackmail people. However, he does love the part where all the girls die at his feet to give him what he wants.

• Though his twin brother is demanding and bossy, he's different. As one of the little ones in the group, he never did have much say as of to what everybody else wanted to do, so he just went with the flow. That seemed to stick with him for eternity, just go with the flow. Hardly does he ever complain, object, nor protest. He's the type of boy that lets you do things your way, as long as you're happy in the end. So, in a sense, his brother and him clash very well. August calls the shots, and he just goes with it. Because of his good looks and his generous ways, every year, he gets vote as a basketboy. A basketboy is someone who girls nominate, and for those who have the most votes, you're to dress nicely, bring a homemade lunch, and girls will bid on having lunch with you. It's a school fundraiser, and every year, the girls go crazy bidding for him. He doesn't enjoy it, but as long as it gets him up there with his brother, he's okay with it. Due to his parents polite and generous traits, he was raised, ever since a little kid, to have manners. Holding the door for people and saying his 'pleases' and 'thank yous' have grown on him. Just like his parents, he's polite, patient, and warmhearted. Basically, the perfect guy to bring home to your parents. Hardly does he ever make enemies and if he does, it would be his brother. Even as a little kid, he's always been this way, whether it'd be letting the other team kick first or helping his neighbors carry their groceries into the house. For most teenage boys, their chivalry dies but luckily his is here to stay. In a sense, he can be a bit of a pushover, but don't even think twice about using this as an advantage. He's smart enough to know when he's being used, though it is pretty hard for him to say no. He is very shy as well, and does not know how to speak up when needed most. He keeps to himself and lets things happens, he also gets very jealous. Whatever comes his way, he tries his best to go with it.

• There was always one kid, in everyone's childhood, that would rather hide behind a tree and watch the other kids have fun than actually take part in the activities themselves. In this case, Persephone was that kid. Most of her life she has been shy, socially clumsy, and really doesn't know how to act when presented with other living breathing people. She is polite and seldom forgets her manners, but stuttering and mumbling, eyes averted to the floor and body fidgeting, is the baseline of what you'll get out of a conversation with her. Being a home schooled kid, and not commonly interacting with other children, made her the stuttering mess she is today. She is not used to the outdoors; she's fearful of germs, and if she sees so much of a spec floating her way in a gentle breeze, she will most likely embarrass the heck out of herself and flail and screech. Sanitizers and disinfectants are stuffed into her pockets always, even if she is just strolling across the porch to pick up the newspaper. She has trouble sleeping and struggles with night terrors every night, and she is pretty much awful to have over for a sleep over. Once you get to know her and get past her freaky obsession with cleanliness, she is a nice girl, if a bit blunt and brutally honest. She states her opinions, no regard for another person's ideals or feelings, because they are simply hers and she does not think she should change them per another person's wishes. She's compassionate, and a sturdy - if rigid and awkward - shoulder to cry on if need be, and offers flimsy advice based off the sappy movies she is so engrossed in watching in her spare time. While she enjoys movies of long lost soul mates reuniting to a clichèd love song on screen, when presented with the idea of a romance - or anything sexual really - she does not know how to react, and will hide from the opportunity faster than if it were a disease. 'Easier said than done' are pretty much her words to live by.

• You know that person who is always trying to change the world, who is always trying to push their opinions on others? That would be Robin. Opinionated, outgoing, and rebellious, Robin is a definite child of the sixties. She is a very liberal person, and she is unafraid to give her opinion on any subject. She lives her life in a morally gray area. For example, she hates killing, but she doesn’t mind the use of drugs. She hates when people lie, but she doesn’t mind free love. She isn’t afraid of standing up for what she believes in, although her passion can easily become obnoxious to those around her. Her opinions also get her into trouble, especially at school, where she has been known to question authority over and over again. She also loves the arts, mainly focusing on music and painting. She keeps up with the strangest musical trends, and loves modern artists such as Picasso. She tries to emulate their originality and creativity, making songs and works of art that are her own, but with a homage to the other artists around her. High school doesn't interest her, and neither does the aspect of college. She would much rather be picketing somewhere or hanging out with her friends. But while Robin can be overbearing and pushy, she really tries to be a good friend. Free spirited, fun-loving, and generally friendly, Robin likes to show her friends how to have a good time. However, once she gets an idea into her head, good luck trying to convince her otherwise. She can be ridiculously stubborn, and will act without fully thinking about the consequences. Her heart's in the right place, she just needs to figure out how to be more delicate about other people's ideas and feelings. Oh yes, and don't try to argue with her. She will not stop until she believes she has the last word.

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  The thing with small towns and close streets was that everyone knew where everyone else lived. So it wasn’t difficult for August to figure out where the party was being held was. There was only one house that had been recently decorated and it had been filled with people and was now occupied with screaming teenagers. A monkey could figure that one out. After finding some footwear to cover his sock garbed feet August descended the stairs and headed out of the houses back door, not even checking if his twin brother was home. His mothers knowing look followed his every move until he was out of sight. She might think she knew everything that was happening and while mothers tended to be excellent sleuths‘, she didn’t and wouldn't know what the male was up to this time; for when in all of his teenaged life he had of his own free will chosen to be social with someone, or to sleep with someone.
   
  August isn't a party animal. He may have a personality that is similar to that of a party animal, but let's be honest, the only reason why he even attends parties is for the ladies. Or because June asked him to come. Either way, there is always that underlying reason of August looking for some new tail. It doesn't even have to be a party of some sort; any time the male goes out, whether he's going grocery shopping or to the gym, he always expects to meet a potential connection. Especially since it doesn't take much at all for him to feel connected nor does it usually take long for him to get connected. But August does have standards, contrary to popular belief. As long as you meet the following criteria, you're guaranteed attention from him: female, attractive, over fifteen, and single (or at least appear single). Though of course he has accidentally slept with a few females who weren't as available as they led on, he sincerely does try to prevent that situation from happening. The last thing he wants is to be considered a home wrecker. Granted, he could always try harder to prevent it. But once he's in, there's usually no stopping him.
   
  Of course August had heard about and personally been invited to the party that someone was throwing. But as far as he was concerned, he could care less what or who the party was for. Something that had to do with someone's birthday from what he remembers from the invitation. He could've sworn that it was for some kid named Zach, but the male remembers every one of his neighborhood friends' birthdays and it definitely was not this Zach's birthday today. In fact, his birthday wasn't even for almost another month. So perhaps he heard wrong. Either way, a birthday party for someone that he most likely doesn't even know was being celebrated today, so he wasn't obligated to care. As long as there's a good party with lots of people (women) and his brother June, August was down. And obviously, what could possibly make the event even better than the presence of some good looking females? But he wasn't stupid. If it was this kid Zach's party, then some good looking females definitely would be getting an invitation.
   
  He arrived at the party alone, expecting June to show up eventually if he wasn't already there. By the time August arrived, the party had already started and just about everyone from the neighborhood was there. As the male continued to search throughout the house for his twin brother and some other person he was most looking forward to seeing. Running into his brother from behind, he snaked his arms around his waist and lifted him up off the ground, "June!" he excitedly chanted, pressing his nose into his twin brother's back to inhale a new cologne that was awfully foreign to him- but smelled rather fruity. A row of shiny pearls flashed behind his lips once he set the male down, bumping his elbow purposely into his chest as a sign playfulness, "My little brother planning on looking for a chica?" he wiggled his eyebrows, snickering to himself. "Because I know I am," he leaned in close and his chocolate pools narrowed. "If you see a real hot one, let me know or I'll kick your `ss." August smirked, clearly entertained by the prospect of seeing his twin brother terrified. I mean, what are brothers for? To pick on one another, that's what. "Mm'kay baby, I'll catch you later." he cooed, taking June's chin into his slender fingers and pulling him close, planting a soft peck on his right cheek. August laughed to himself, oh how he loved June.
  

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l i a r l i a r x 〔hollow marie winshire〕l i a r s 〔female〕l i a r s 〔seventeen〕

 

Hollow tend to not go by her actual name because it is a somewhat weird name. Instead she simply goes by the nickname that her mother called her as a child. Holly was only ever called by her full name when she was a misbehaving child. Hollows mother died almost a year ago and it has taken her carefree personality and twisted it into the girl who is now before you all. She can no longer really find the optimism in everything like she used to all though she does try. She has finally managed to pull herself out of the dark hole that she had been quickly spiraling into. Her father never really had the patience or the time to deal with her so she is practically on her own now. So now she has started slipping into a rebellious state of some sorts. She has never been a quite girl and she has always enjoyed speaking her mind and teds to be a bit of a drama queen who over exaggerates things sometimes. She used to try and always be the perfect little good girl but now she is coming to terms with the fact that she only has a few years left here in this town so she might as well make them fun ones. She is excited to start hitting up any of the few parties and making the most of her last few years. Hollow is one of those people who hates being told what to do. The more someone tries to tell her what to do or how to do it the more she will probably just do the opposite. Hollow also has trouble asking for help, she always tries to do everything pefectly and she doesn't really know how to ask for help even if she really needs it. She would rather struggle to get something done than have to come out and simply ask for somebody else's assistance.

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  Jodi, or just Jo, is a strange type of girl. Most people who were lucky enough to be graced with the 'natural looks' Jodi was would probably go out and flaunt them for what they're worth, and you'd be forgiven for thinking that Jodi was that type of person. She does appear to have a haughty sort of air to her, with her natural facial expression giving her a sharp look in her eye so it appears as if she's always judging you for who and what you are; as if her being a natural beauty automatically made her more sucessful and just plain better than you. Once you start talking to her, however, you'll realise that her resting expression is completly at odds with her actual personality. That's if you get a chance to talk to her, that is - as mentioned before, you'd expect Jodi to be a social butterfly, using her looks for as much as possible to get as much as possible. That's not at all the case. Jodi deliberatly removes herself from as many events as possible. She'll be the girl sitting against a tree, watching everyone else playing or talking with a smile on her face and politly declining invitations to come and join in a little more. No-one really knows exactly why she decides to remove herself from the action like this. Jodi is a very polite and refined girl who could probably get along with almost anybody. Sure, some might irritate her slightly, but even then she'll just issue a cutting or sarcastic remark before calmly walking away and leaving it at that. OH, she might humour you for a while, but if she's not exactly happy being around you, your conversation will eventually end in the same way as all the others: with a (sometimes cutting or sarcastic) remark and her walking away. You can become her friend (or attempt to become something more), but be prepared for a little chase as she keeps walking away and removing herself from the action.
  

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  The weekend eventually came, slowly at first. Remnants of the past years that the group had gotten together were long forgotten in his mind. Not that there was much to recall. He and his brother usually sat around the diner most of the day talking to one another, as per usual. They’d have their laugh and then eventually someone would come and jog them out of their selfish little conversation to talk about something. June would comment, August would have in if it was a girl, and the whole ordeal would continue, only with a fresh new voice that kept their strange little conversations going with the ideas of an outside source. Only making things a tad more interesting in the end.
   
  June gently placed a brightly colored photograph against page number 139 of his book. The image was one the group had taken of themselves quite a long time ago. They were maybe four or five years younger than they were now, and everyone seemed so happy. Almost carefree. June was riding August’s back with a big grin etched on his face. The rest were sitting casually off to the side on a stone bench that kept the roots of a rather large coniferous tree from tumbling out and into the school parking lot. Everyone had been smiling. It was a popular hang out spot for their group when they were younger. All of them were still good friends at this point. Now, not so much. So he thought. The boy still had his small conversation with a few members of the group, but all hadn't hung out in quite a long time and he was pretty sure that everyone had their own things to do. He and August were on their own, their father gone for the war and their mother in and out of the house regularly. Majority of the time, the twin boys had the house to themselves.
   
  June looked at this picture for a few seconds before folding the book closed, using it as a bookmark to remember his place. From the looks of the picture all of his friends seemed rather gleeful and worry free. June decided that tonight, that’s what they needed. A nice reminder of the good old times. So like an eager little beaver he had made copies of the picture, the first was blown up and hung on one of the walls at the birthday party. June was completely unaware as to why there was a party for this kid named Zach; seeing as how his birthday was for at least another month. Still the brunette decided that it was out of the kindness of heart, and wanted to give this guy a great birthday present because of it.
   
  Sure it was cheesy and sweet; but June had been holding onto this old picture for a while now, and decided it was time to share it. Especially after the small inner battles of the group that he was currently aware of. Like a bad mold, they could only get worse.
   
  At first he had been reading. Getting caught up in his most recent book, The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. He was getting closer to the end and had lost track of the time. His book was due back at the library in a few days, so he was eager to finish it. However it was fine, June knew that not everyone would be here as early as he was. Not that it mattered entirely. The owners of this party lived just down the street practically. It took about six minutes to walk there in total he presumed.
   
  June sat up from the couch he was sitting on and tucked his book on one of the shelves in the corner of the room. The sound of talking and low music populating the room had gave him the time to think to himself. He stood there, folding his arms and stared at the wallpaper peeling slightly from the wall. This moment, was the perfect moment for his brother to attack. Feeling that arm snake around his waist and his feet leave the ground, he jumped and squealed softly. Ugh, August. He loved his brother, but at times like these he wishes he had the strength and courage to just punch him. "No I'm not, I actually have better things to do.." he grumbled, making a soft "oof" noise when being bumped in the chest. August, he swore, was such a player. He never understood how he could sleep around so much. I mean, was that love at all? June sighed, love meant a lot more to him than what it was to his brother. "Uh," he awkwardly cleared his throat, "I'll make sure I'll let you know, I guess." he stepped away, quite afraid from his brother's threat. Even though they both were the same height and pretty much looked the same, August was more strong and manly than what June was. June was just a little thing in reality, anything could hurt him if he let it. When his chin was in his twin brother's grasp, he shut his eyes tightly and flinched, but was relieved to feel it was just a soft peck to the cheek. This was completely normal, for them at least. "Uh- wait, August! Did you tell mom where we were? I'm sure she doesn't like us to be out this late.." he rubbed his shoulder, throwing August an unsure look that resembled a little kid's. "A-And I don't think you should drink either, ya' know how you a-are when you drink.." June said, "I-I don't want to deal with that tonight."
  

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  "I told her, don't worry. Not like she cares much anyway," August swung his arm around his twin brother's shoulders, grinning. He ruffled June's hair a little before letting go. "Oh honey," he removed his arm from June's shoulders, adding a particularly obscene wink and nudging the boy in the ribs lightly again. "I won't drink that much." August wandered off across the room, navigating through furniture and people. He waved to June as he made his way over towards two girls. As much as August wasn't so observant about his twin brother's affections in looking for a girl, he couldn't seem to pick up on the fact as being a basketboy, he didn't have a girlfriend yet. He wouldn't have been surprised to find that quite a few girls had a crush on his twin brother, thought he was good looking or anything like that; they did look like each other, and knowing the fact that he was gorgeous himself, he was positive that his brother would come off as that too. August greeted the girls with a nod, looking around for a moment before saying anything. "Nice party, huh? Maybe a little early for Zach's birthday but it's a party so I can't complain." he shrugged, suddenly wondering if there was anything to drink nearby.
   
  "So June, where is everyone? I'm assuming most of the neighborhood is coming." at that point his smile faltered a little. Honestly though he didn't much care about where his friends were, well he cared but not as much as he cared about scoring tonight. He scanned the house once more, eyes darting from familiar face to familiar face. "You girls having a fun time?" August cocked an eyebrow towards the ceiling, flashing a wide grin. "Because I know I am, you both doing anything later?" August looked behind himself again when they answered with a shake of the head, the twin waved at a few of his friends as they came in and disappeared into the slowly filling house. August was the outgoing type, but first he had to figure out who he wanted to outgo with most. There were a few groups forming, but he stayed put for a moment, savoring a few sips from his cup he picked off a random table. "Well, I'm August," he winked, nodding his head. "This is June, my annoying twin brother." August grabbed him and hugged him to the point their cheeks were together, showing the big resemblance between them both. If it weren't for their personalities, it would be difficult to differ between them.
   
  "Hey, hey! June, listen!" August stopped moving, lifting his head up to listen over the endless voices and laughs circulating throughout the room. He began to laugh and raised his cup, hearing a song he was quite familiar with and called out, "Let's party!" he grinned, motioning June and the girls to come dance with him. August wrapped his arm around one of the girls with blond hair and held her close, hoping this was one of the ones he could score with. "Come on, babe. Let's go." he cooed. "June, you too. Grab the other chica and come on." Sauntering off to the little spot where the dancing was, he did his best to move along with the beat. August wasn't much of a dancer, but he figured if it would win the girl tonight, it was fine by him.
  

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  A party was probably the last place you'd expect to find an antisocial girl like Jodi. And yet here she was, sat in her bedroom all dressed up and ready to go to a birthday party, the invite for which she was currently clutching in her hand. Jodi had no idea how or why she'd been invited to this party. It wasn't like she made much effort to go out and be sociable despite her parent's best efforts, now or in the past. The most likely explanation was that her mother had had a 'quiet word' with Zach's mother and had gotten her daughter an invite. After much deliberation, Jodi had decided to go, if only to make her parents happy. If things got bad or awkward, she could always remove herself from the action in some way or another. At least she could tell her parents then that she'd made good choices. Although, maybe she should stick it out... after all, her and all her old friends were sixteen, seventeen some of them now. This might be the last thing they ever did as one whole unit.
   
  All her reasoning, however, didn't give the girl who isolated herself by choice much more incentive to go, and Jodi found herself performing small, trival tasks to waste some time. Running a brush through her blonde hair once again. Re-reading the invite and tracing her finger over the letters spelling out the address where the party was being held. Smoothing down her pink dress, running her hand over the soft material and viewing herself at several different angles in the mirror. The image of the perfect, pretty good girl, bound to attract at least some attention. Which was more than she wanted, a lot more.
   
  Finally, Jodi found she had exhasted her bedroom and left it, carefully closing the door behind her and making her way down the stairs. Before she left her house she was greeted by her mother, who smiled at her and told her to go and have a lovely time. To make good choices, but to make new friends to. To reconnect with old friends. Jodi heard her out before heading out the front door and beginning to walk. The party was only a couple of houses away, but Jodi took her time, making small, slow steps and holding her head high as she did so, watching as the house grew bigger and moved closer. She could just bail out now... turn around, walk home and pretend she'd forgotten to come or something. But her parents knew she had gone out, and her mother would never let her back in... sighing, Jodi put a small smile on her face before crossing the point of no return.
   
  The party was nothing like Jodi had ever experienced before - crowds of rowdy people all heading for something in groups. The food. The drink. The 'dancefloor'. Somehow pushing her way through the crowd, Jodi eventually managed to find a safe spot against the wall. Somehow, she'd ended up with a drink in her hand, and it was this she sipped as she glanced around, sometimes catching the eye of people who were watching the reclusive Jodi Black.
   
  Urgh, this was going to be a long party.