"Did ya hear about Blue Street?"

There's always something to hear about quirky Blue Street in a small town like this. With the largest selection of shops for miles, though it's actually only five in total, the place is really something to talk about. But even out of the context of the little, boring town, Blue Street is something special. Extraordinary even. The people who live there are unlike people you will meet anywhere else, with pasts and personalities so out of the norm that you'll leave wondering if you'll ever find a place like it again. And if you don't, and you go back to Blue Street, will it be where you left it?

Or is it all rumors?
Blue Street is probably really normal.
Probably.

The Shops of Blue Street:

The Cinnamon Cafe
An ideal breakfast and lunchtime location, with odd, mismatched furniture and picture windows made for people watching. Matched with a staff of locals, supervised by Mr. Cinnamon -- that crabby, middle-aged man that tends to have mood swings --, the place is known for it's snicker doodle cookies and clumsy service. If you have a knack for spilling coffee on customers and tripping on the shoelaces of sleep-deprived businessmen, apply for a job today!

Slots:
Girl [Bells]
Boy [Night]
Wild Card [Open]

Kane Music
Though dubstep and Lady Gaga are foreign to a dusty town like this, you can certainly find some old-fashioned Beatles or Bob Marley up in here. Of course, the young folk that man the cash registers can hook you up with the more "hip" music if you ask. Though most people visit this place for it's wide selection of instruments, with an especially large range of guitars.

Slots:
Girl [Momo]
Boy [Bells]
Wild Card (Boy)[Night]

Cranford Books
Known as the only bookstore in town where you can read without buying -- or without being thrown out by fancy security guards -- Cranford is a cheerful, homey place, complete with a smiling old couple resembling everyone's grandparents. Though they've gotten to the age where they won't climb the ladder to get you that hard-to-reach book, they'll help you find anything else, and if it is out of reach then their young employees will be at your service. Just say please.

Slots:
Girl [Spired]
Boy [Momo]
Wild Card (boy) [Kid]

The Blue Street Inn (Restaurant)
The classiest place in this strip of town, the Blue Street Inn has been around for ages, passed through the Worthington family for years. Though the owners are a bit shady, the service and food found here is top-notch. And if you're just looking for a place to relax and listen to live or classical music, there's a bar out back -- just be sure to slip the bartender a little extra if you're under 21.

Slots:
Girl [Spired]
Boy [Kid]
Wild Card [Open]

Thread Bare
Known for it's eclectic feel, not quite a pawn shop and not quite designer brand, Thread Bare is the place to go when you're in the mood to burn a hole in your pocket. Though second-hand and under-priced, the place is known for the best quality they can find and also the best prices. Most enter for one article of clothing, and come out with five.

Slots:
Girl [Momo]
Boy [Spired]
Wild Card [Open]

Housing
Though only a short few blocks, there are many options when it comes to living along the Street of Blue.

Carnegie Commons
Don't let the name fool you -- though named for the exquisite location in New York, Carnegie commons are the low end apartments found behind the Cinnamon Cafe and caddy-corner from Kane music. Complete with deteriorating brick walls and rusting fire escapes, the apartments work townhouse style -- the house is cut down the middle size-wise, with a kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom on either side. Perfect for newcomers to town, or college students without jobs, Carnegie welcomes those who don't mind having to keep their doors locked at night and their money in a safe (just in case.)

Apartments Available:
Apartment One
Half A [Open]
Half B [Brenna]
Apartment Two
Half A [Open]
Half B [Open]
Apartment Three
Half A [Caleb]
Half B [Open]
Apartment Four
Half A [Eric]
Half B [Malik]


Blue Street Suites
Though they consist of about the same amount of space as the Carnegie Commons apartments do, the Blue Street Suites are located about the Blue Street Inn, and give an exhilarating view of the city (aka, highways to the North, fields to the South, and sketchy buildings East and West.) Given to workers of the Blue Street Inn at a discounted price, normal folk can also pay rent on a Blue Street Suite, where they can spend the nights desperately trying to get sleep over the roar of the drunkards and late-night lawyers in the restaurant below.

Suite One [Open]
Suite Two [Open]
Suite Three [Open]
Suite Four [Open]
Suite Five [Open]
Suite Six [Rain]
Suite Seven [Vinnie]
Suite Eight [Open]



Cambridge Circle
The only expensive living option around is the houses behind the Blue Street Inn. Those who move into one of them will be neighbors with the old couple from Cranford, the crabby man from Cinnamon Cafe, and Mr. Worthington himself (along with his family of eight+) Thankfully, most of these houses are far too expensive and out of reach for most that move here, so you won't have to worry about having such odd neighbors.

House One [Aaron]
House Two [Scott]
House Three [Open]

EXCEPTION:
Jenny lives with her parents in Cambridge Circle, as she is a daughter of the Worthington family. However, this house is not one of the three mentioned. There are still (2) that may be claimed.

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RULES:
-Ask to join, including what spots you would like (you have to pick from what is still open, unless you can get someone to trade. No exceptions)
-No GMing or PPing
-Fast forward by your own discretion, or if someone is getting uncomfortable (If any other player feels uncomfortable, you must fast forward or forfeit your slots in the chat.)
-Don't drop this chat without warning, at least kill your character off.

Name:
Age: 16-21 (If you are under 18, you must live with a guardian)
Gender:
Hair:
Eyes:
Skin:
Body:
Other:
General Fashion Sense:
Where do you work?:

This chat is run like a real-life situation. We'll learn things about each others' characters as the chat goes, including backgrounds and things that are usually included in skellys. Less chance of anyone pre-matching or clinging.

Bells charries

Name: Rain Lexington
Age: 19
Gender:Female
Hair: Straight and kinda thin. It's that nice natural red color, and when down, which it rarely is, it ends just below her shoulder blades. She normally has it pulled back in a pony tail at the base of her neck.
Eyes: Hazel, mostly green. She has horrible eyesight when she's not wearing her glasses.
Skin: That milky white tone that some red heads seem to have. She's got tons of freckles.
Body: She's slightly curvy, but not overweight. Just in-between.
Other: N/A
General Fashion Sense: She wears mostly neon colored tee-shirts, she loves the outrageously colored things. She really has not sense in fastion, and rarely seems to match. She wears blue-jeans, but more often wears colored jeans as well. As well as this, she mostly wears crocs, although tends to wear tennis-shoes at work. She also wears a pair of thin, pink metal framed glasses.
Where do you work?: Cinnamon Cafe

Name: Eric Lawson
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Hair: Shaggy and blond, he doesn't typically look as though he ran a brush through it.
Eyes: Gray, kinda misty toned.
Skin: He's slightly tanned, and there's a few scars here and there. Nothing too noticiable
body: He's skinny, and has few muscles. About 5'9", and a bit gangly.
Other: N/A
General Fashion Sense: He normally wears jeans and some tee sporting an oldies band most have never heard of. He normally has on some tennis shoes, and sometimes caries a hoodie with him for if he gets cold
Where do you work?: Kane Music

Momo13

Name: Malik Harfert
Age: 16-21 (If you are under 18, you must live with a guardian) 19
Gender: Male
Hair: Curly chestnut brown hair. Not short, but isn’t a Jew-fro. Isn’t neat, but isn’t messy either. Just in between. Its obvious that he lives alone and doesn’t care much for his appearance, but at the same time doesn’t look like a complete slob.
Eyes: Light brown eyes.
Skin: Alight healthy tan. Not pale, but not dark. Is just sun kissed, but more towards the pale side.
Body: 5’10” and pretty scrawny.
Other: has thick framed, rectangular glasses.
General Fashion Sense: Geeky t-shirts usually portraying some anime, manga or comic book.
Where do you work?: Cranford books


Name: Tarra Mansouri
Age: 16-21 (If you are under 18, you must live with a guardian) 16 (living situation will be explained later, but she does live with a guardian/parental of some sort)
Gender: Female
Hair: very light blond hair with different colors died in. She add more colors in or bleaches some away frequently, so on any given day her hair can change. Right now, she has a blue/purple/teal mix going on. She has side bangs that fall
Eyes: light blue-grey. They change depending on the light and what she is wearing. Almond shaped.
Skin: A light pale skin with a pinkish undertone. Has freckles around her cheeks and across her nose.
Body: Thin and tall. Very narrow frame with long legs.
Other: Has thin, half framed glasses.
General Fashion Sense: T-shirt dresses with leggings or something similar, all usually in bright colors. Sometimes will wear nicer shirts and some form fitting jeans. Always has a treble clef and music note necklace and a charm braclet with a flute and a piano charm.
Where do you work?: Kane Music

one of the types of things she wears:
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Name: Vinnie Bruzewicz
Age: 16-21 (If you are under 18, you must live with a guardian) 17
Gender: Female
Hair: Dark brown hair, almost black. Has a wild curl to it, and is usually pulled into a side pony tail at the left side of her head. Her hair usually rests over her left shoulder. Has bangs over her forehead that she keeps straightened in contrast to her curly hair.
Eyes: brown eyes, most of the time adorned with heavy black eye makeup.
Skin: Darker tan skin, Italian looking.
Body: Short and curvy. Fills out most clothing she wears. Is still somewhat attractive, but doesn’t always think sol
Other: n/a
General Fashion Sense: dark cargo pants with a lot of pockets. Hates not being able to hold what she needs to. She also usually wears dark, long sleeve shirts with a vest over top, also adorned with pockets. Her shoes of choice are usually combat boots or converse, depending on the day.
Where do you work?: Tread Bare


if i end up finding pictures, i'll add them in.

Nightmares

Name: Benytt Valentine Arce
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hair: Valentine has extremely short light brown hair. It is slightly longer on the top than the bottom.
Eyes: His eyes are a light blue-grey color, and usually glossed over as if lost in thought.
Skin: His skin is tanned, giving him the appearance of always being on the beach.
Body: Valentine is skinny to the point that you can nearly see his bones, yet he isn’t unhealthy about it. He’s a decent height, about 5’10” tall.
Other: He has thin, black-framed glasses
General Fashion Sense: Valentine almost always wears dark blue jeans and a t-shirt. He always wears a hoodie over it, and very rarely takes down his hood.
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Where do you work?: Cinnamon Cafe


Name: Anthony “Sonny” Moore
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Hair: Sonny has bright blonde hair that is slightly longer, just barely covering his eyes. It’s naturally pin straight, just the way he likes it.
Eyes: His eyes are a deep blue, with just the slightest streaks of green.
Skin: When he was younger, Sonny had very pale skin, the type that easily burns in sunlight. Because of that, he usually has slight tanned tone to his skin.
Body: Fairly skinny, though not unhealthily so. He has the body type of one who doesn’t work out, but is still mostly fit. He is slightly shorter, at about 5’5” tall.
Other:
General Fashion Sense: Sonny is often times said to look like your typical “punk” kid. With his skinny jeans at t-shirts, it would be easy to understand why.
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Where do you work?: Kane Music

Kid's

Name: Caleb Krow
Age: 19
Gender: Guy
Hair: Black, shaggy hair, about shoulder length at its longest, and always hanging in his face.
Eyes: Deep Cobalt color. Always wears black, thick-rimmed glasses.
Skin: Relatively pale.
Body: Not exactly skinny, but not muscular. Tall, about 6’3”, but he slouches sometimes, so it’s not as noticeable.
Other: Nice enough once you get to know him. A great listener, but never has much to say.
General Fashion Sense: Usually dark colored short sleeve shirts, baggy jeans, and boots. Sometimes with a dark hoodie. Always has a white messenger bag with him, occupied by several books at all times.
Where do you work? : Cranford Books

Name: Aaron Gray
Age: 18 (still lives with his parents, though, mostly for simplicity’s sake.)
Gender: Guy
Hair: Yellow, like hay, with a subtle cherry undertone. A bit thin and wiry. Straight. Not too long, but not too short. Always neat.
Eyes: A soft, milky brown, like hot cocoa.
Skin: Fair-skinned, with a few freckles here and there, mostly on his arms.
Body: Lithe and lean, on the taller side.
Other: N/A
General Fashion Sense: Ranges from depending on the situation. Most of the time will dress casually, which usually consists of jeans, converse, and a button-up shirt over a darker Tee. But also enjoys dressing a bit formally, even if the situation doesn’t necessarily call for it. Though, ironically, doesn’t like wearing ties.
Where do you work? : Blue Street Inn

first post, though these charries are no more

Jenny

Clink. Clink. Clink.

The noise of Jenny's fingernails on the rows of wine bottles is like the clatter of teeth. As she runs her fingers across each and every bottle, down each and every aisle, the noise echoes through the dimly-lit wine cellar in the basement of the inn. Clink. Clink. Clink.

With each bottle she passes, her frown deepens.
Where is it?
Her blue eyes are squinted to slits, her fingers getting more and more desperate as she begins to turn over each bottle and inspect the backs, as well. She's searching for a specific label and date. The bottle she knows her father hasn't touched in years and won't notice if it goes missing.

She needs that bottle. Her body craves it, cries out for the alcohol. For it to dim her senses and for her not to have to think for just a little while.

Just as her eyes land on the label she's been dying to find, there are footsteps on the stairs.

"Jenny."

Scott

"Thirteen."
"Ten."
"Twelve."
"Scott?"

Scott finishes counting his slips of paper and groans. "Eight."

His friends snicker and one of them slide a piece of paper across to him, along with a pen. "Here's your application to Thread Bare, bro."

"Fuck you all," He mutters, and they laughs as he begins to fill in the information. Why couldn't he have gotten more girls' numbers? Just three more and he could have gotten out of this stupid, pansy job.

Brenna
The sounds of Rosie Thomas' "Over the Moon" blare from the record table that sits on top of a pile of empty boxes. As she goes to fetch another command strip from the kitchen counter, she dances to the song and mouths the words along, a genuine smile on her face. She sticks the command strip to a space on the wall, to the right when a person first walks in, then presses a poster over top of it. The poster of a blue elephant with a little girl on its back, holding a balloon.

Brenna steps back and admires the poster, continuing to mount similar, whimsical posters and decorations around her new apartment. There's an over-sized, red clock hanging on the wall above the comfy couch in the living room. There's a fake-crystal chandelier hanging above the white, shaggy carpet. I her bedroom, she hangs white and colored christmas lights, and drops her silver teddy bear onto her petal purple bedspread.

It's little things that cheer up Brenna, until she sits down on the couch, beneath that giant clock, and realizes that she's all alone.

And that's not something to smile about.

momo


Terra
Terra ran around her room, preparing for her day. Clothing was askew everywhere, mostly on the floor outside her closet and the chair next to her desk. On her desk were sheets of music and cd’s as well as colorful sharpie pens that littered the white surface. The colors of the sharpies were scribbled on the desk in quick doodles and names. The words and doodles were the only real color in the girl’s room. Everything else, from the bed spread to the walls to the ceiling, was a brilliant white.

“Terra!” A voice screeched up the steps. Her mom. The girl tried to annoy it as she pulled her clothing for the day on. A simple, long purple and teal shirt-dress was pulled over her teal leggings. Purple sandal wedges were pulled on to compliment the outfit. Her purple ear-buds were draped around her neck and plugged into her five-year-old classic iPod that held all her favorite music. “Terra!” Her mother bellowed again, causing the girl to open her door.

“I’LL BE RIGHT DOWN MOM!” The girl screamed back.

“What is taking so long?” The bitter lady demanded.

“Getting ready for the day!” After that the house fell silent for a few moments.

“You gonna go slack off again?! You know, it takes a lot of good money to keep a roof over your head, young missy!” Terra didn’t even bother to call back to tell her that she was going to her job. No, her mom would never believe that.

“Yes mom. I am going off to do nothing with my life, just like you.” The girl growled under her breath as she got ready. She finished her colorful outfit off with a pair of sunglasses on her head. For a girl who loved color so much, her room was very bland, minus the counter of the desk.

“Terra!” Her mom screamed again. The girl stormed out of the room, slammed the door behind her and made sure to lock it before going down the steps.

“Don’t worry; I’m leaving for the day now. I’ll keep out of your hair.” Her father sat on the couch, unspoken as usual. She left the house with a sigh and walked down to the cafe to get her morning coffee before work.

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Malik
Malik sat in the back corner of Cranford books and flipped through the pages of the first volume of Deathnote. The manga was one of his favorite stories of all time, even if it was a bit slow moving at times in his opinion. He lost count on how many times he had actually read this volume.

The slightly nerdy boy always came to the store early to open up and read in his own little corner. It was his own little escape from life and from living in a place like Blue Street. Some people loved it here, loved the small community. Others, like him, wanted to get away. But there was nothing he could do to escape this. He had little money to his name, especially after his family issue that got him his own apartment. But now he was so low on money that leaving wasn’t an option. Not for a few years at least.

A sigh escaped his lips as he continued to read. It was so lonely here sometimes.

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Vinnie
Vinnie sat at the table with her mom over a silent breakfast. Neither of them spoke much as they chewed their cereal and sipped at their morning coffee. Her mom didn’t bother to ask about school or work, and Vinnie had no interest in her mom’s life this morning. So, like most meals, they sat in silence.

Once the girl finished, she brought her used dishes to the sink and started to clean them.

“I wish you would dress like a girl.” Her mom finally spoke, after watching her daughter work for a few minutes. Vinnie sighed. This conversation again.

“Mom, I like how I dress. Please leave it be.” The girl finished her morning chores and dried her hans before pulling her vest on over her burgundy colored shirt.

“But you would look so pretty in a nice dress. How about a red one? It would complement your skin so well.” Her mom coaxed the girl yet again to wear what she deemed as ‘normal’ clothing. “I mean, for Christ’s sake, you work at a clothing store!”

“Mom, enough!” The girl slammed her fist down on the table and kept her back to her mother. A few Italian swears left her mom’s lips at the girls reaction. "I'm gonna head to work now. See you when I get home." She offered a small smile to show that she wasnt all that mad before leaving the house and locking the door behind her.

bells

Rain

"Ah am jus' so sorry, mister!" Rain continued to gush as she dabbed at the customers suit. "I didn't mean fer that coffee ta just go flyin' like that, you'd hav' thought it was som' kin'a bird er somethin'."

A slight blush rose to her cheeks as the man continued to sputter curses, batting her hand away and drawing himself to his feet. Without another word he pushed the ten across the table that he'd laid there to pay for his small meal. Seizing his briefcase from beside the table, the man left without another word.

"Well, go 'head an b' that way then." She muttered, then sighed, glancing down at the huge mess she'd managed to make. "Guess I shou' git to cleanin' this up."

Heading back into the kitchen with her tray, she searched the closet until she located the mop bucket, and the mop. Heading back out she managed to fall again, only all the way down this time, doing a brilliant face plant because of slipping on the coffee she'd split only moments ago.

"...wonderful..."

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Eric


"Clothes, check." He muttered, sniffing the shirt in his hands before slipping it over his head and searching for some shoes to slip on.

It didn't help his day at all when his alarm didn't go of. The freaking thing seemed to be broken now, seeing as what was supposed to be the current time, was just flashing 2...2...2...

Grumbling to himself he started towards the door, gripping the old portable CD player off of the table by his apartment door, and the hoodie that had been just dropped next to it. He hesitated, taking a whiff of that piece of clothing as well. Frowning a little he tossed it aside, running back into his room and locating a black one with an old band on the front before sticking the CD player in the pocket and heading out the front door.

As long as he wasn't late again, he'd be good.