stronger than habit or fantasy.

[jérémie alexandre devereaux]

picture you in the sun, wondering what went wrong.

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[li] down in paris they lose their ballas and lipdamales in the night inseperable
[/li][li] stumbling through the street they say, sir do you got a light? attached at hip
[/li][li] and if you do then you're my friend and if you don't you're my foe best
[/li][li] if you are a diety of any sort then please don't go confidant
[/li][li] ne me quitte pas mon cher ne me quitte pas ah ah ah close
[/li][li] in lexington they walk in new shoes stuck to aging feet average
[/li][li] close their eyes and open and they recognize the aging street fake
[/li][li] think about the things that were right when they were young childhood
[/li][li] and veins were tight and if you are the ghost of christmas past party
[/li][li] won't you stay the night? ne me quitte pas! enemies turned friends
[/li][li] down in bronxy bronx the kids go sledding down snow-covered slopes just met
[/li][li] frozen noses, frozen toes and the frozen city starts to glow first name-basis
[/li][li] and yes they know that it will pass and yes they know new york will thaw acquaintance

enemies.

[/li][li] if you're never sorry then you can't be forgiven hardcore
[/li][li] if you're not forgiven then you can't be forgotten average hate (one sided, mutual)
[/li][li] if you're not forgotten then you can live forever dislike (one-sided, mutual)
[/li][li] if you live forever then you'll begin to dream of death annoyance
[/li][li] ezra pound sat on my bed asked which books as of late i've read friends turned enemies
[/li][li] asked me if i've read his own and whether i could spare a pound by association
[/li][li] of flesh to cover his bare bones i says, what's a pound of flesh drifted apart
[/li][li] among friends like me and you what's a pound of flesh? jealousy
[/li][li] among friends like me and you, but if you're never sorry rivalry
[/li][li] then you can't be forgiven if you're not forgiven you can't be forgot friendly rivalry

lovers.

[/li][li] i'm the icing on the cake i'm the secret ingredient you're missing final
[/li][li] down the sidewalk but not complete and baby i'm the reason true love / in love
[/li][li] that you're tripping on decisions you didn't make i'm the chance current
[/li][li] you chose not to take and i'm the one you wish you were kissing possible future
[/li][li] pray for clear skies tonight you start wishing so you write the title crush on jem
[/li][li] and i'll write chapters we could read a story of long gone disaster crush on him/her
[/li][li] you write the moral and i'll write the lesson we could read a love flirts
[/li][li] that kept us kissing 'cause i am in question and you are in reason fwb / ewb
[/li][li] soon this will change just like the seaons my leaves will fall past (good, bad, still chemistry)
[/li][li] while you're turning cold the colors on the ground are so bright and so bold lust
[/li][li] i'll make no motion you hold me tightly i'll look at you as you let me down lightly physical attraction
[/li][li] the story always ends up like this another opportunity you're going to miss sexual tension

misc.

[/li][li] in a dressmaker shop in greece the pins stick like tongues on pause family - brother, sister, cousin...
[/li][li] or cigarette butts in an ashtray lunchtime packages waxed and wrapped in hell bad influence
[/li][li] down a dusty road inside an apron ford good influence
[/li][li] you know what grandpa brought power to the place secret secret friends/love
[/li][li] and now he winks at me from thirty thousand feet my uncle's got his face bully
[/li][li] and he takes the power to a different place hey hey he's okay e-buddy
[/li][li] in the copenhague a city morgue the dead sleep in metal slips other - specify.
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[jérémie alexandre devereaux]

credits


this plot is rosie's. steal it and she'll send something like llamas of death after you
and force you to listen to hannah montana for the rest of forever! if you would like to
use this plot, keep this credit and ask me nicely. the lyrics go to regina spektor for
ne me quitte pas (friends) and pound of flesh (enemies), tristan prettyman for
the story (lovers) and feist for its cool to love your family (misc).

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rules


so first and foremost, add more than one
relationship. make my life interesting. i post in yours, you post in mine and vice versa.
make sure your icons are high quality, please? i may scrap them for some of my
own and you shouldn't feel offended? thanks.


jem's a big whore, but he's in loverss. he's trying to get over that, though, so there's probably a lot of affairs. he has a bunch of friends and oodles of enemies. kthanx.

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code

`HARLEQUIN "HARLEE" SINCLAIR.

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EIGHTEEN, A SENIOR, QUIET & CURIOUS, MY BABY.[/center]

• if you are a diety of any sort then please don't go confidant
  
• ne me quitte pas mon cher ne me quitte pas ah ah ah close
  
• asked me if i've read his own and whether i could spare a pound by association
  
• of flesh to cover his bare bones i says, what's a pound of flesh drifted apart
  
• down the sidewalk but not complete and baby i'm the reason true love
  
• you know what grandpa brought power to the place secret friends/love
  
• and now he winks at me from thirty thousand feet my uncle's got his face bully
  
  jem says, "if i still loved you i'd tell you. loser!"
  
  harlequin says, "no, you're mine!"
  

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[center]two high quality icons here
[font=georgia][size=5]`[color=deeppinkforgirlscadetblueforboys]FIRSTNAME[/color] "NICKNAME" [color=deeppinkforgirlscadetblueforboys]LASTNAME[/color].[/font][/size]
AGE, GRADE/USERGROUP, ADJECTIVE 1 & ADJECTIVE 2, LEAVE BLANK.[/center]
[blockquote][blockquote][ul][size=1]
[li] relationships go here
[/li][li] quote above post for colors
[/li][li]  add bullets as need, etc...

your character name says, "what you say here"

jem says, "what i say here/leave blank. if i already posted in yours, c/p."
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[jérémie alexandre devereaux]

the lists.

[/i]adies![/font][/size][/ul]

[/i]emen![/font][/size][/ul]

`ZACHARIE "ZACH" SEBASTIEN.

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TWENTY-ONE, ADULT, SWEETHEART & QUIET, USED TO BE MINE.[/center]

• ne me quitte pas mon cher ne me quitte pas ah ah ah close
  
• if you're not forgotten then you can live forever dislike (one-sided)
  
• then you can't be forgiven if you're not forgiven you can't be forgot friendly rivalry
  
• ezra pound sat on my bed asked which books as of late i've read friends turned enemies
  
• down the sidewalk but not complete and baby i'm the reason true love / in love
  
• you chose not to take and i'm the one you wish you were kissing possible future
  
• pray for clear skies tonight you start wishing so you write the title crush on jem
  
• and i'll write chapters we could read a story of long gone disaster crush on him
  
• soon this will change just like the seaons my leaves will fall past (bad / still chemistry)
  
• while you're turning cold the colors on the ground are so bright and so bold lust
  
• i'll make no motion you hold me tightly i'll look at you as you let me down lightly physical attraction
  
• the story always ends up like this another opportunity you're going to miss sexual tension
  
  zacharie says, "there is so much to say about jérémie devereaux i just don't know where to begin... for starters, he is one of the most amazing people i've ever met and he was my boyfriend. i know, i know... you weren't expecting that, right? nobody would think that i even liked boys, and that's just what i wanted up until three months ago, but i'll get to that in a second. we'd been friends for a few years, starting around high school and continuing on, although it wasn't until one party when the romance finally started to happen. to be perfectly honest, both him and i were complete drunk as fuck and didn't know what was going on as i wouldn't let my sexuality slip that fast and such. luckily for me, nobody found out and a couple of days later we started to go out. i was beyond happy, as i had always thought that jem was the most attractive and sweet guy, i still do, and i couldn't have been happier to have him as my first boyfriend. but of course, we had to keep things quiet because of previous family issues, or at least that's all i'd tell jem. i didn't want him to know about my older brother and how crule my father could actually be, jem didn't need to know that... to know how much of a coward i actually am. things were going as good as they possible could be when they were kept under wraps, and i loved him.. i really did, i was just scared, like i had mentioned. at first i had no real intentions of getting a cover-up girlfriend, but my mom was getting suspicious that i hadn't had a girlfriend in a few months nor that i'd even took a second glance at a girl when i was with my parents doing some activity. that was when my 'bright' idea came up for a cover-up girlfriend and jem, like the amazing boyfriend he is, agreed to it, conditions being she knew i was actually in love with him and that i didn't touch her in a sexual way. of course i was stupid and a coward and never told her, so eventually we had to have sex and that was when she told me she got pregnant. i was beyond freaked out, of course, because there was no way i thought i'd be a good father. i had my father's temper and grew up with him as a father, so i feared being what he was and never understanding. deep down i knew that would never be true, but at the same time i couldn't help but freak... especially since i had jem. needless to say, when i told jem he broke up with me and we've been apart for three months now. i tried everything i could to get him to come back to me but he's almost as stubborn as i am and won't. no matter the fact that i want to be a good father, i don't want to sacrifice my happiness for it. i'm sure i can be a good father and not be married to its mother, in fact i'm sure of it. some of the greatest people i know have divorced or whatever parents. i just wish he'd finally realize that i care about him a lot more than he knows, i'd jump a bullet for this guy, no joke. and if he gives me another chance i'll make it all up to him, there will be no secrets to anyone and fuck what my father says or does; jérémie, je t'aime."
  
  jem says, "zacharie adrien sébastian, blah. let's take it from the top. i met zacharie a while back, i don't even actually remember how long exactly. i remember we were friends for quite awhile. years ago, probably. i guess it was highschool or whatever even though he's a year younger than me. anyways, i had always been extravagantly attracted to his hot self, but i never made a move because i didn't think he...swung that way. but one time i was at a party and he was also at said party and we hooked up. that was obviously something i wouldn't have acted upon because i liked him too much, but i was drunk as shit. yeah, anyways after that i wasn't exactly so afraid of going over and asking him out (which happened, obviously.) i guess what happened from there was he said yes, blah blah blah...but! the catch was that we weren't going to tell anyone. i had no idea in hell why not, but he claimed that he had some family crap and i just wanted him so bad that i agreed. i didn't think that would go on for very long, definitely not past "i love you," but surprise suprise! it did. he didn't want to tell anyone so much that he actually asked me if it would be okay if he took on a fake girlfriend. i was so desperately in love with him and i was so afraid of losing him myself that i actually put my trust in him and said yes. this time the conditions were that he was supposed to tell said girl and there was going to be no sexual contact. unfortunately, he broke the promise he made to me about this and got that girl pregnant. pregnant! fuck! i gave up on him right there. i was still in love with him, but i couldn't trust him anymore and i couldn't take being around him when i knew his "girlfriend" had his kid inside of her. he persisted in trying to get me back, but i wouldn't give in. he sent me flowers and i threw them out the window -- probably with some tears in my eyes because it was so genuinely sappy, but still... it's all been down hill so far. i don't want to go to him and give into him, but it's tempting. i also can't just go to him and say "it's me or her" because i couldn't let him be a horrible father and just abandon the kid. that girl? yeah, whatever, but i think the kid deserves a father and i bet he'd be a good one... anyways, i just try to avoid him and i keep telling myself i'm over him. it has been three months, i guess. shit, three months...yeah, but it's not like i've been all exclusive without him. i'm still me, i suppose. i don't really, really still love him or want him back. okay fuck this, yeah i do."
  

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[aimee scarlett d'aubigne]

`AIMEE "AIMS” D’AUBIGNE .

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TWENTY-ONE/ADULT, SWEET&INNOCENT, LEAVE BLANK.[/center]

• frozen noses, frozen toes and the frozen city starts to glow first name-basis
  
• and yes they know that it will pass and yes they know new york will thaw acquaintance
  
• if you're never sorry then you can't be forgiven hardcore
  
  Aimee says, I don't really know him...like at all but it seems like everytime I pass him somewhere I get these odd looks as if I did something wrong...did I? I mean he seems really sweet lost but sweet and as a nice person I offer a smile but he seems to have a glare in his eyes when I smile...even though he smiles back. I feel this tension between us but as the dumb blond that I am..I feel as if he doesn't like me. I know I have haters in the world but this guy looks like he hates me a lot. I mean I've heard his nickname a couple of times Jem I think it is and what not..I'm just not sure and being prenant my emotions are high all the time so at points his glares tend to piss me the fuck off but then I brush them off because I figure that not everyone in the world is going to like you. I feel totally uncomfortable walking past him since his eyes tell a different story than his smile does. I can tell he hates me but I barely have even spoken a word to the boy or anything. I think Zac must know him somehow, I have no clue what to say but I know if I get one more damn nasty look from this boy it's going to be a fucking problem...wait..no I'm sorry about that I don't mean that at all..do I? Damn I don't know it's whatever!.
  jem says, fuck, i don't know about her. she's a whore, yeah? i don't even know that much about her, but i know her name is aimee, she's twenty-one, she's hotter than me in zach's opinion, and she's pregnant. she's fucking pregnant! you know knocked her up?! my boyfriend. my fucking boyfriend. pardon me, my ex-boyfriend. she is exactly the reason i hate him, the reason we've broken up, and the reason i have trust issues. see, i stupidly trusted him to have this fake girlfriend because his mother thought it weird that he wasn't dating. i told him they weren't allowed to screw around with eachother, but i guess i was just so lovesick i couldn't even tell that it was inevitable. but without a condom? anyways, she's three months pregnant now with his kid - their kid - and i couldn't hate her more. i bet you she's a slut. i bet you she's a bitch who treats him wrong. i bet she doesn't really want the kid. i bet you she only like him for his dick. i bet you...hell, i know nothing about her, but i can't help but to loathe her passionately. fuck you, aimee! i'm sorry. no, i'm not. just back away from my zach and we'll be chill...maybe."

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[font=georgia][size=5]`[color=deeppink]AIMEE [/color] "AIMS” [color=deeppinkforgirlscadetblueforboys]D’aubigne [/color].[/font][/size]
Twenty-One/Adult, SWEET&INNOCENT, LEAVE BLANK.[/center]
[blockquote][blockquote][ul][size=1]
[li] [color=FF66CC]frozen noses, frozen toes and the frozen city starts to glow first [/color]name-basis
[/li][li] [color=FF6BC3]and yes they know that it will pass and yes they know new york will thaw [/color]acquaintance
[/li][li] [color=99CC66]if you're never sorry then you can't be forgiven[/color] hardcore

Aimee says,  I don't really know him...like at all but it seems like everytime I pass him somewhere I get these odd looks as if I did something wrong...did I? I mean he seems really sweet lost but sweet and as a nice person I offer a smile but he seems to have a glare in his eyes when I smile...even though he smiles back. I feel this tension between us but as the dumb blond that I am..I feel as if he doesn't like me. I know I have haters in the world but this guy looks like he hates me a lot. I mean I've heard his nickname a couple of times Jem I think it is and what not..I'm just not sure and being prenant my emotions are high all the time so at points his glares tend to piss me the fuck off but then I brush them off because I figure that not everyone in the world is going to like you. I feel totally uncomfortable walking past him since his eyes tell a different story than his smile does. I can tell he hates me but I barely have even spoken a word to the boy or anything. I think Zac must know him somehow, I have no clue what to say but I know if I get one more damn nasty look from this boy it's going to be a fucking problem...wait..no I'm sorry about that I don't mean that at all..do I? Damn I don't know it's whatever!.
jem says, fuck, i don't know about her. she's a whore, yeah? i don't even know that much about her, but i know her name is aimee, she's twenty-one, she's hotter than me in zach's opinion, and she's pregnant. she's fucking pregnant! you know knocked her up?! my boyfriend. my fucking boyfriend. pardon me, my ex-boyfriend. she is exactly the reason i hate him, the reason we've broken up, and the reason i have trust issues. see, i stupidly trusted him to have this fake girlfriend because his mother thought it weird that he wasn't dating. i told him they weren't allowed to screw around with eachother, but i guess i was just so lovesick i couldn't even tell that it was inevitable. but without a condom? anyways, she's three months pregnant now with his kid - their kid - and i couldn't hate her more. i bet you she's a slut. i bet you she's a bitch who treats him wrong. i bet she doesn't really want the kid. i bet you she only like him for his dick. i bet you...hell, i know nothing about her, but i can't help but to loathe her passionately. fuck you, aimee! i'm sorry. no, i'm not. just back away from my zach and we'll be chill...maybe." [/blockquote][/blockquote][/li][/ul][/size]