Jade's Practice and Template Dump >.>

[JADE]

This first one is actually my favorite that I've made so far >.>! xD

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June 6th. 4:22pm[atrb=style, background: #ffdf80; padding: 8px; border: 1px dashed #bf008f; opacity: 0.6] What a lazy and unproductive day it was turning out to be for Jade. She’d woken up sometime in the late afternoon, eaten a late lunch of a bagel slathered heavily with cream cheese and then had set out to get a little summer reading done. While the teen did enjoy reading she found the books that her English professor had chosen to be quite…for lack of a better word, boring. They definitely weren’t her cup of tea. So instead of doing her summer homework for her college Composition class she found herself lounging on a towel that she’d spread out over the sand, reading one of her Sherlock Holmes novels. Beside her, pushed a little away from her to make room for her to stretch out on her towel, lay her guitar. Reading mystery detective stories usually fueled her musical muse and she wanted to be prepared incase that happened—too many times had she found herself drowning in inspiration…only to have left her guitar at home. “Mister Holmes, you and your deductions never cease to amaze me, you brilliant man, you!

[/color]” She grinned, tucking a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear before turning the page of her novel. The peaceful ambiance of the waves crashing against the shore coupled with the whistling of the wind created a mood that was ideal for her, making it easy to relax. Normally when she was by herself in a place that didn’t have very many people mulling about she’d become rather paranoid, thinking of worse-case scenarios and imagining some big, burly man popping out of nowhere and kidnapping her. Or something equally as scary. But her mind just couldn’t seem to form a thought of that nature when she was surrounded by the beauty of nature and the serene sounds of the ocean. The waves were a little rough, which was probably why she didn’t see very many boats out at sea [if any at all!] or any swimmers for that matter.

Halfway through her novel she was struck by a sudden urge to put down her story and pick up her guitar. With no real song or sound in mind Jade began to strum a few chords, nothing too fancy or impressive, she just felt like making a little musical noise to accompany the sound of the waves lapping against the shore.[/div]
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[JADE]

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[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;] words: 369 tagged: akemi lyrics: Walk on Water or Drown by mayday parade credit: JADE

[atrb=style, background: #161616; padding: 8px; border-left: 5px solid #002040; opacity: 0.6] He wasn’t quite used to traveling via corridor of darkness yet—it was a new development that he’d recently come to have. Since the day his home had been destroyed and he’d accepted the darkness as a friend rather than an enemy he’d found that he could do things that he otherwise wouldn’t have been able to without the assistance of the darkness that had fused with him. For instance; he could now travel through those nifty portals of darkness, granted he couldn’t spend too much time in there as it tended to make him feel cold and exhausted the longer he was in there—and if he was in there for too long then it took the breath right out of his lungs. That certainly wasn’t a very pleasant experience. His feet met with unstable grounding, Issun furrowed his brows as he stepped out of the portal and frowned at the terrain that surrounded him. What a strange place. He wasn’t used to seeing such a massive expanse of water, it wasn’t that his world didn’t have relatively large bodies of water, it was just that there weren’t any close to de la Lune and therefore he’d never gotten to see something like this before. Issun took a cautionary step forward, immediately hating the shifting of the sand beneath his feet—what a nuisance, and walking through it seemed like such a strenuous task. This definitely wasn’t his idea of a good time; he disliked the idea of all this sand making his clothing dirty. He’d have to find somewhere to bathe later after mucking around the beach and getting the bottoms of his pants all dirty. He was a very hygienically aware person, it was borderline obsessive. “What is this place?” He mused out loud, sea-foam eyes glancing out to sea, completely uninterested in the aesthetically pleasing scenery. Any other person would have been in awe at the beauty of the island, but he was a little indifferent towards it, if only for the fact that it was such a dirty place and he wasn’t too keen on getting his favorite outfit covered in sand and dirt. “Such a bother.” He mumbled, glaring down at the sand.

[JADE]

welcome to oblivion;

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[JADE]

I'm lazy and didn't feel like making an entirely new template for Sora--so I edited the Kiaxi one that I made >.> xD

Sora Hiroaki;

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[atrb=style, background: #b2c7d6; padding: 8px;-webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6] After being late to his first class that morning Sora made sure that he was on time to the rest of his classes for the day, arriving at the theatre 8 minutes before the class was supposed to start. He’d been able to run back to his room after his first class and take a quick shower as well as comb through his hair, fixing it into his usual spiky mess. The particular classroom that his Intro to Theatre class was to be held in had a lot of empty space, in the far corner of the room were various odd objects—perhaps used for props during improv? He plopped down on one of the empty seats, dropping his blue bookbag at his feet, and glanced around the room, it was still fairly early and not many people were there yet which meant that he’d have to wait a little while longer in the silence until someone came along to made things more interesting. Sora thrived on attention and interaction, he hated not having any one to talk to, it was awful! When the professor entered the room he bit his lip to keep himself from laughing at the man’s last name, his immaturity rearing it’s ugly head. He’d gotten in trouble in the past for his childish ways and had even made an enemy of his new Professor’s son, Xaver. Truth be told, he was a little surprised to hear the name Poots—he hadn’t even known that Xaver’s dad was a Professor, let alone his professor. Hopefully the man wasn’t the type who would fail someone because they teased his son, it was all good naturedly of course, Sora would never do anything to purposefully hurt someone. His hand shot up almost immediately after Xigbar asked if there were any questions, not even giving the man enough time to call on him, the brunet asked, “Can I call you Sir Poots-a-Lot?

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Tagged: Xigbar, Kaito, Hiro & the rest of the class
Wordcount: idk xD
Notes: :3
Credit: JADE of FD & KU

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