Wishing stars

It's a Wednesday night. It was a clear night, perfect for bonfires, tp-ing houses, midnight drives where you get "stuck" in the mud. That's when it all started. All of what, you might ask. Well, all of IT. It's on this night when you learn what life is all about. That's when you learn who you are at the ripe age of 22. But what brought you to this clear December night?

---------4 years earlier(on a wednesday night)----------------

Name:
Age: (should be around, like just barely turning 18, 18, or about to turn 19)
Looks:
Personality: (if you want)
Bio:

Name: Lucia Blackwell
Age: Just barely 18
Looks: Long, blonde hair and careful, slightly almond shaped green eyes. She has fair skin and high cheek bones and full lips. She stands at 5'6" and is fairly thin, but has noticable curves. Normally, she wears vintagey, floral dresses or skinny jeans and tees, but she won't ever wear shorts. She likes sweaters, vests, and other cover-ups, so she wears those, as well.
Personality: I'm not sure yet....
Bio: Born in New England. Both her parents were present in her life, but it was only normal until she was 7. Her mother started on drugs and was soon hooked. She soon watched her father get involved, too, and then her older sister. Her sister overdosed and that was the ticket. She bounced around foster homes for three years, until she was 13, until she was adopted.

Name: Noah Herris
Age: 18
Looks: Dark brown hair, slightly curled, honey gold eyes, tanned skin. Angular face, stands at 6'1" and is lean with wiry muscles and a small amount of muscle definition.
Personality: Not sure with him, either.
Bio: Born in England, he moved to America when he was 12. He still has a noticable accent that he's a bit embarrassed of, but he normally doesn't try to hide it. His mother was in a car accident when he was 17, two weeks before his birthday. He was in the car, too. He pulled his little sister from the wreck, but he wasn't quick enough to save his mom. He feels like it's his fault and is ridden with guilt.

Name: Alison Cherry
Age: 18
Looks: http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/3334952797_2c6dbae7cc.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.flickr.com/photos/olivia_grace_cooley/3334952797/&usg=__Sjpl3NJCOGzKwPMVsrwnKBOtHyM=&h=500&w=373&sz=89&hl=en&start=0&sig2=cRaC0drlcbpQRbPQOpFvhQ&zoom=1&tbnid=Esg2X8b_zMovoM:&tbnh=146&tbnw=107&ei=0Gz-TaKnPJP3gAe9o_ndCw&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dpretty,%2Bscene%2Bgirls%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX%26rlz%3D1T4ADBR_enUS328US328%26biw%3D1676%26bih%3D789%26tbm%3Disch%26prmd%3Divnsfd&itbs=1&iact=rc&dur=2&page=1&ndsp=47&ved=1t:429,r:23,s:0&tx=41&ty=103 (( lol long link))

Personality: Shy and doesnt talk much
Bio: She has been looking for someone who will help her be herself. Her parents want her to be a doctor like them but she loves music.

Name: James
Age: 19
Looks: http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https://2img.net/h/i1127.photobucket.com/albums/l631/Immafadingthough/draft_lens3844172module25297282photo_12388176681238638717-erik-of-myspace-cute-boy-with-blue-eyes.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/478471-characters-for-m-s-roleplay&usg=__g0UUxVVtW9B7D2I9VIDhRkWA02Q=&h=786&w=590&sz=46&hl=en&start=0&sig2=d9jv-lm6Ue7PStWap5vziw&zoom=1&tbnid=PwKHfgbW5iNZiM:&tbnh=163&tbnw=131&ei=A2_-TazmL4_TgQezjendCw&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dcute%2Bblonde%2Bguy%2Bteen%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX%26rlz%3D1T4ADBR_enUS328US328%26biw%3D1659%26bih%3D789%26tbm%3Disch&itbs=1&iact=rc&dur=169&page=1&ndsp=38&ved=1t:429,r:9,s:0&tx=94&ty=89
Personality: Dark and funny and sweet
Bio: His parents died when he was just a baby and he has been living with foster parents all his life.

Name: The Legendary Ryder Samuels
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Personality: Ryder has an “I don’t give a -----“ attitude about life. You could call him a bad boy. He does have his moments though. He has a lot of anger and a lot of depression, most of which he can easily mask and keep from everybody’s knowledge. He loves music, but hates to sing even though his voice is amazing. He also is very smart, but refuses to do his schoolwork, how he got this far in school is beyond him. He often makes sarcastic comments, but appreciates humor in most all its forms. He has a tendency to question everyone on what they think and why they think it. He has absolutely no problem with loving a girl for only a night. He feels lost, and is looking for something, but he doesn’t know what yet.

Appearance: Ryder is around 5’11 and pretty lean. He’s always wearing his brown, worn, beat up leather jacket that has no shine to it. When he doesn’t wear it, which is somewhat rare, he is wearing a black t with a white one underneath and baggy black or darker pants. The color of his t-shirt varies from day to day. His hair is a very dark brown which he keeps long and stands up, always. He has dark blue eyes that never reveal anything but mystery. He basically looks like a younger version of Adam Levine when he first started out as an artist. He also has some sort of something adorning his wrist. Usually a bracelet of some kind on his right, and a strip of cloth wrapped around his left that goes slightly up his arm. He also carries a crooked grin that usually can melt a girl, whenever he decides to smile that is.

Bio: Ryder’s family life is what would be thought of as “ideal.” He lives on the good side of town; both parents are in the home, ect. But his parents are neglectful and permissive. Hardly ever are they home, never do they care where he is or what he’s doing, and the few rare times they do talk to him they try to act like his best friends rather than his parents, and this never lasts for more than a few minutes. An hour was their record time, which they still have yet to beat. Thus the reason for being able to throw awesome parties

((I will post a girl in a minute))

Name: Lou Ann (Louie) Spindel
Age: 18
Gender: F

Personality: Despite her geekyness she is full of sarcastic and rude comments that are often ment in a good natured way. She often makes references to things like Star Trek and Doctor Who. She is totally in love with comic books and the best way to get her to do anything is to bribe her with one. Despite her crusty exterior she has a soft middle and often likes to think of herself as a Oreo cookie. Nasty outer layers, but sweet, smooth innards. She doesn't cry infront of other's easily, but once she gets attatched to you it's hard to get rid of her.

Appearance: Her hair is often a miriad of colors, although at the present it's a dark chocolate with red and blue streaks through the bangs. She has deep blue eyes that can easily cut a person to the quick. She stands at no more than 5 feet 4 inches and is very proud of being as tall as she is. Her skin is a soft creamy white and she has a soft sprinkle of light freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her attire always changes but is usually a pair of holey jeans and a super hero shirt of somekind. She does have glasses, but these glasses a frikin awesome in her opinion, even if she does only wear them occasionally because they get in the way. The are large and black thick rimmed and square. She does posess a black rose tatoo on the back of her left shoulder.

Bio: Lou's family is different. It's actually her foster family of 5 brothers and both parents. All of the children except the youngest are adopted. So although she is female, she often engages in male activities such as belching contests. Of the six children she is the fifth youngest. She tries not to have favorites, but it just depends on the day who she likes best. Her oldest brother is about to leave for college, the second oldest are twins, the third is only older than her by a month, and then the youngest is about two years younger.

Ryder was walking around the park, a nice can of Bud in his hand. He was walking away from his own party, how weird was that? He was already pretty well drunk, although he hadn't had enough to loose control of his actions and could still walk pretty good. He was good at holding liqour.

Lucia had left the party an hour ago and she had spent that time sitting in her car, her eyes watering, but they hadn't overflowed yet. Through the window of the house, she saw her ex, smiling. He'd gotten over her already. Why couldn't she be that skilled. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel and put her head down, the car letting out a loud beep and the stopping. Shit... Hopefully no one heard her or they might think she was trying to get attention. She rolled her window down a crack, letting the heat out that was fogging her windows slightly.

Lou was walking home after locking up the comic book store when she heard the honk. She jumped and glared at the car. "Hey now, that's uncalled for!" she yelled at it, tucking her keys into her pocket.

((HOw can i jump in?))

((just jump in anywhere))

(( Nvm.)

Alison walked in the park her head was throbbing and her hands were hurting. Stupid car not starting. She thought groaning. She walked along and felt tears comming down. Nobody cared were she was.

Lucia pursed her lips and stepped out of the car. "Sorry! It wasn't directed toward you," she said, her voice holding the slightest apologetic note. She sighed and got back into, starting it and pulling out, heading toward her house. Today couldn't get any worse. That was, until down the road, she heard a hissing and then clunk. Alarmed, she pulled her car off the side, near a park and got out, examining it. A flat tire... Really? Did the universe hate her that much? She kicked her car and climbed onto the hood, chuckling to herself. Five miles from home and she was stranded.

Alison walked along the path and she wrapped her arms around herself. The night air was cold but it felt good. She sighed and started to hum to herself.

James walked out of the party drunk. Everything was criss crossing. He laughed and started to walk home all crazy.

Ryder finished his Bud and tossed it at the garbage can, making it in. He stumbled and collapsed beneath a tree figuring this was as good a place to crash as any. There was a party going on at his house anyway, so he wouldn't be able to crash unless he did it with someone. Not that it would be hard to find someone. The thought almost got him to get up, but once he was down, he was down.

"Ouf! Watch it!" Lou frowned at the drunken man infront of her that had just run into her. "Get a life why don't you?

Alison walked to a tree and sat down thinking. This sucks she thought hitting her head again it. What the heck is my promblem? She thought angerly.

James looked at the girl and sighed. "Why... dont yew." He said slurred.

Lucia saw a person collapse beneath a tree and rushed over, after grabbing the first aid kit from her junkbox of a car. Oh my god... She thought, rushing over. "Excuse me... Are you okay?" She asked and then realized who it was with a gasp.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine. Stop yelling." Ryder grumbled waving his arm at her.

"I have one. Obviously." Lou huffed and shoved his chest, and smirked as he stumbled backwards almost falling over, and continued towards home. Her heart was finally starting to decelerate as she got farther away, glad the situation didn't turn out worse.

Alison: I turned and saw the popluar boy. "Too much to drink?" I smirked to him. I sighed and looked at the girl. "Hi." I said flatly.

James: I watched the pretty girl go and I felt sad. I said down on the floor and slept.

((Wow james... tisk tisk tisk))

Lucia took a step back, cocking her head, but soon she got a smell of his breath. Alcohol. "Um, sorry," she said. "But, why are you sleeping out here?" She asked. Really... She had been at his party earlier and predicted that it was going to die down, but apparently she was wrong. But, why wouldn't he stay there?

"So I could get away from loud people and sleep." He growled and forced himself to stand and stumbled away from them muttering curses under his breath as he went.

"Do you need a place to sleep?" Lucia asked and as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Not because she didn't want him staying at her house, but because she was afraid he'd say he'd rather sleep outside thn in a house with her. She didn't take rejection well, at all.

Alison got up off the tree and walked away. She hated that they blew her off but she was used to it already. She walked around sighing.

Noah smiled, walking down the street. A coffee run was all he had been doing, but he always liked night more. He saw an upset looking girl and cocked his head. "Hey, you alright?" He asked, stepping closer.

((Who is he talkin to?)