Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour ... If at my convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?
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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?” The boy’s wide eyes were way too bright a green, Clary noticed: the color of antifreeze, spring grass. Colored contact lenses, probably. The bouncer shrugged, abruptly bored. “Whatever. Go on in.”
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Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour ... If at my convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?” The boy’s wide eyes were way too bright a green, Clary noticed: the color of antifreeze, spring grass. Colored contact lenses, probably. The bouncer shrugged, abruptly bored. “Whatever. Go on in.”
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Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour ... If at my convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?
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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”
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intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”
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intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”
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intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”
Dernière édition par Hosaka Sara le Jeu 16 Mar - 22:49, édité 3 fois
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Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour ... If at my convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?
PRENOM P2. NOM
intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”
PRENOM P2. NOM
intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”
PRENOM P2. NOM
intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”
PRENOM P2. NOM
intitulé du lien.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”
Dernière édition par Hosaka Sara le Jeu 16 Mar - 22:14, édité 1 fois
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Ce message a été posté Ven 17 Mar - 17:53
Je ne suis pas sur le bon compte, mais je viens pour demander un lien avec ma Katreeya
La vie qu'elle mène avec son fils me rappelle beaucoup celle qu'elle a eu avec sa mère. Un bébé non désiré, une vie dans la précarité pendant un long moment etc...
Je pense qu'on peu partir dessus
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Ce message a été posté Sam 18 Mar - 1:47
coucou! aucun problème pour partir sur cette base; tu veux du positif ou du négatif? Sara étant très protectrice de Miko, elle ne laissera pas Katreeya approcher son fils à moins d'avoir une bonne raison où d'avoir fait ses preuves. Toutefois, elle pourrait avoir appris que Sara est mère monoparentale via les rumeurs, ce qui l'aurait incitée à vouloir en apprendre davantage sur la technicienne de labo. ♥
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Ce message a été posté Sam 18 Mar - 16:41
Je vais te rassurer, Kat n'aime pas les enfants, elle ne tolère que le fils de sa meilleure amie XD. Qu'elle ne s'inquiète pas pour son bout de chou XDD. Mais sinon, j'aurais pensé qu'elle aurait pu habiter dans le même immeuble, voire même être amie avec sa maman vu leur similitude. De ce fait, elle connaîtrait Katreeya depuis des années. Maybe elle aurait pu des fois garder la petite quand sa maman travaillait tard ou quelque chose comme ça. Mais quand sa mère est morte - elle est décédée il y a quatre ans - elles se seront perdues de vues quand Kat a décidé de déménage. Peut etre que Sara pourrait devenir une figure maternelle qui manque tant a Kat depuis la disparition de sa mère
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Ce message a été posté Sam 18 Mar - 17:34
Si elles ont habité le même immeuble il y a six ans de cela, Kat' avait quatorze ans, donc je pense que je gardienne est plutôt dépassé (mes parents me laissaient seule à la maison à l'âge de 10-11 ans héhé). Toutefois, il serait logique que la mère de Katreeya ait donné un coup de pouce à Sara, tu vois, la femme étant passée par la même galère, elles se seraient serrées les coudes. du coup, sara et katreeya se seraient perdues de vue en effet, puis retrouvées quelques années plus tard à l'université (sara a bossé à la bibliothèque pendant un temps). cette fois-ci, la situation serait inversée, c'est Sara qui refilerait un coup de pouce à Katreeya en mémoire de sa mère, agissant un peu comme une grande soeur, celle qui donne de bon conseils et des câlins pour calmer les peines. qu'en dis-tu?
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Ce message a été posté Sam 18 Mar - 18:34
Omg, je me suis vraiment gourée dans mes calcul bouletforever. Bon bah elle pourrait souvent aller la voir après les cours -sbaff- Mais du fait que sa mère l'aide je voyais aussi ce schéma. Mais tes propositions pourrait être intéressantes. Elle pourrait s'ouvrir un peu plus avec elle, puisqu'avec les années Katreeya s'est assez endurcie, il est possible que Sara trouve qu'elle a beaucoup changer de l'adolescente qu'elle était. Mais qui sait, au fond, ca ferait du bien a Kat de retrouver un visage de son passé qu'elle apprécie D'ailleurs je pensais, je ne sais pas si sa mère aurait évoqué le fait que Kat aurait été hôtesse durant son adolescence XDDD.
■ Age : 23 ans ■ Date de naissance : 18/12/1994 ■ Astrologie : Membre du club de tir à l'arc on dirait que ça lui va bien, c'est un vrai Sagittaire, mais son signe chinois est peu valorisant sachant que c'est un chien. ■ Métier : Il aurait surement dû suivre les pas de son père en devenant un pianiste mondialement reconnu, mais Ryoma a choisi une voie qui lui est propre en devenant une idole, maknae, chanteur & leader dancer des Colorfuls Diamonds il arpente la longue montée vers le succès. ■ Année : quatrème année ■ Résidant à : Avec les C.Diamonds à Shibuya ■ Notes :
★ Il joue du piano depuis qu'il est petit, son père étant pianiste il a baigné dedans dès sa naissance. On le voyait déjà devenir plus célèbre que son paternel. ★ Il est du genre à s'endormir rapidement et cela peut être n'importe où.. n'importe quand. Donc ne soyez pas surpris. ★ Il n'a jamais fumé, jamais essayé. L'odeur de la cigarette et lui ça ne fait pas bon ménage, donc ne soyez pas surpris s'il quitte la pièce subitement lorsqu'il y a des fumeurs. ★ Il aime les chewing-gums et fait toujours des bulles assez bruyantes. Une mauvaise habitude qu'il a prise, surtout depuis qu'il est rempli de frustration.. ★ Ryoma n'a rien de prude contrairement à ce qu'on pourrait croire, c'est un pervers qui ne dit pas non à un acte charnel. Un peu de bon temps qui se le refuserait ★ Il aime boire, enchainer les verres dans les soirées, mais il tient très bien l'alcool et se souvient de tout ce qu'il a fait. ★ Il est du genre à aimer voler les affaires de Natsu (surtout ses caleçons) et parfois même a ses autres camarades, sans leur demander la permission. C'est un petit voyou à qui l'ont pardonne tout! -ou presque- ★ il adore porter de grosses paires de chaussettes en guise de pantoufle et c’est super chaud. ★ Il adore les fraises, il déteste quand ce n’est pas la période pour en acheter…
★ Comme beaucoup de personnes il aime trainer sur le net dans les réseaux sociaux et puis lire des fanfics sur les membres du groupe. Même voir des fan arts sur eux et rire avec les autres, c’est trop adorable. ★ Le chocolat au lait est sa boisson préférée, il peut en faire à toutes les heures et à n’importe quel moment de la journée ou de la nuit. C’est sont péché mignon. ★ La famille tachibana a une maison à la campagne où Ryoma aime se rendre pendant les vacances, il peut monter à cheval là-bas et adore l’équitation. ★ Ryoma est le meilleur danseur du groupe et surement l’un des plus doués de l’agence et ce n'est pas un secret. ★ Il adore trainer dans le rayon jouet au centre commercial et voir les regards des enfants excités. ★ Il peut jouer n’importe quelle chanson au piano. ★ Il a du mal à parler avec son père car celui-ci le juge sur tout. ★ Il a toujours voulu avoir un petit frère ou une petite sœur. ★ On le confond souvent avec une fille quand il a les cheveux longs.
★ Il est très sociable, joueur, taquin et adore faire des farces ★ Ryoma est plus intelligent qu’on peut le penser. Et prend toujours en considération les sentiments des personnes qui l’entourent. ★ Il est amoureux de son meilleur ami, mais ça rends les choses difficiles. ★ C’est quelqu’un de direct et de franc. ★ Il est fan de mangas ★ Un jour il voudrait aller en Afrique pour apercevoir les animaux sauvages. ★ Hakuna matata est sa phrase favorite ! ★ Ryoma adore manger des glaces, mais il ne peux pas trop en manger, ça n'a pas un bon résultat sur son estomac. ★ Toute sa vie il a toujours travaillé durement dans tout ce qu’il entreprenait, que ça soit à l’école ou dans ses cours de musique, il se donne toujours à fond. ★ Ayant grandit avec Natsu depuis le primaire, il est celui en qui il fait le plus confiance malgré tout.
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On a tous une histoire à raconter, qu'elle soit banale ou originale, c'est ce qui fait ce que nous somme. Tout comme les personnes qu'on rencontre et avec qui on lie des liens, ils sont souvent des éléments nous permettant de grandir. journal
Je crois que ton fils va être la mascotte du groupe des CD xD /out/
Bon sinon, je viens surtout demander un lien avec mon professeur Inaho est justement enseignant en sciences (bien que ce soit un remplaçant pour l'instant) donc ils auraient forcément du passer du temps tout les deux dans le laboratoire et échanger leurs connaissance peut-être? Ça pourrait créer un lien
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