Talking to: @Smoaki
Rick had used the small amount of muscle mass in his arms to pull himself up with Del's help. He may not have known the female at all but he was now in debt to her assistance and help. Rick had sat there and he stood up uneasily, trying to balance himself. Jaime collected...
Rick hadn't been up, not even at 12 in the afternoon.
Jaime had lay with the sweet male and she had woken before him. She arose physically and she yawned loudly, hopping into the shower to cleanse. After her pleasing hot shower, she wrapped herself in the black coffin shaped towel she had...
Rick had been desperate to get out of the water, but Jaime was trying with all her might to help him. Rick kicked and pushed to get out, and he finally decided to ask for help. "Fuck!" He yelled and he panicked, as his arms gave in an he slid back under the water. Rick hated big bodies of water...
Human Names: Jaime Levitski and Ricky Olson
Dragon Name*: Do we need to own a dragon because everything scares me and I don't think this is smart
Age: 17 and 17
Gender: Jaime is female and Rick is male.
Personality: Rick is subdued, shy and introverted meanwhile Jaime can be very similar...
Rick and Jaime had eaten about twenty six grapes between the both of them. Jaime had walked with Rick downstairs and they placed the dirty plate in the sink. Jaime and Rick had such nice manners. Now Jaime knew Rick wanted and needed his wallet, key and phone. Jaime planned to do yet again...
Rick and Jaime lay comfortably in each others arms. Soon, an hour later Jaime woke up and took Ricky's hand and rubbed small relaxing circles on the back of his hands.
"Rick love, let's grab some waters and maybe a snack. I need to get food in your system." Jaime acknowledged and she coaxed...
New CS For Jaime.
Name: Jaime Levitski
Age: 17
Face Claim: Jaime Levitski
Birthday: Halloween, October 31st in 1999
Sexuality: Bisexual as well.
Grade (Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, Senior): Senior
Stereotype (Queen Bee, Nerd, Cheerleader, etc.): Quiet book nerd, closeted emo yet wears a lot of...
Rick wasn't able to speak, still breathless from the event. He could only think a few things. He and Jaime had the same thinking process in which they tended to list thoughts by number. Rick was in Jaime Levitski's arms. Safe and sound, no longer hanging from a insanse drop. Rick had been so in...
Jaime had been incredibly grateful for Alex catching Rick. So thankful that she couldn't verbally express it ad planned to try her hardest to do so after she had retrieved her sweet and precious soon to be boyfriend. She knew three things in this moment. One, her knuckles were killing her yet...
Rick's only hope as that no one on the floor of the house and balcony threatened his life any further than the danger he had already thrown himself into. Rick had shallow breaths as the both of the men let go of his leg for a split second and he felt himself begin to fall and then within another...
Rick had yelped softly as he hung over the great drop. If any preferred way he wanted to die, being dropped a good thousand feet or so was not the way. He'd prefer something less painful, something quick or soothing. An overdose on his anti-depressants. Rick had been trying to pull himself up as...
Three men obviously bigger than Rick stood over him, towering him in fact. Rick was already trying his hardest not to look so pathetic yet his eyes screamed 'save me please!' One of them grabbed Rick by his throat and held him over the edge of the balcony. Fuck, this was the end of his life...
Rick began thinking about space and then it suddenly shifted to how people were incredibly weak when confused. Confusiom, if you think deeply about it is the lack of knowledge on multiple subjects. Now, he wasn't saying it was against the law to ponder stupid shit and ask questions. But if you...
Rick was terribly grateful for Satan's blessing of keeping his identity hidden from the egg covered angry female. Rick slid down the wall there to the balcony and picked up his phone yet again. Back to self pity and sinking himself in vodka. Thankfully, when he went downstairs to grab the carton...
Rick had crawled up the staircase and into the bedroom, gently placing the egg carton down on the bed. He hoped and prayed to lord Satan himself that no one had followed him upstairs. He had his back to the door as he faced the bed in front of him. He slowly and gently removed the rubber-band...