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The 22nd icon in your folder is your characters reaction to seeing the first snowfall of winter.

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The 31st icon in your folder is your characters reaction to seeing something scary.

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"Kyle, I would know if I did it!" Madison raised her voice again, now pointing at him with fire dancing in her eyes. Madison wasn’t one to lie to, or to be blamed for things she know she has not done. It made her mad, actually pissed. As if steam were coming out of her ears like those old fricken’ loony tunes. She could see him recoil, and calling her Maddie, a cute nickname, didn’t make Madison want to keep on shouting. “Kyle, lying is bad!"  Oh yes, she will play the dog game if she has to.

His lips  q u i v e r e d  like a forewarning of an earthquake, head tilted down like a scolded puppy, brown eyes raised to meet hers through blonde bangs. He stumbled back a step, a frown tugging at each corner of his lips. Large hands folded behind his back, he drops his gaze to the floor. "  K-eye-ll  Sss-oooor-eey.  " Two can play at the dog game, Madison. 

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Tate Langdon and Kit were much better characters than Kyle. Why didn't you chose to rp as one of them?

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" K-eye-ll  d-d-did-n't  d-d-do  iiii-t. " He denied, staring at her ' dumbfounded '. You could say a lot about about Kyle Spencer, but a good liar was not one of those things.  Especially since he was resurrected. He had a problem sounding sincere, but he was getting there. " Mm-ah-dd-iee's  Mhh-ahhh-jick  D-iiid. " It was a long shot, but worth it. 

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Madison huffed, looking at the mess on the floor, flowers and glass from the vase, all right near her feet. She hated this, having to watch Frankenboy because Zoe or anyone else wasn’t home. Why would they even trust her? She’s a snot and she knew that. 

She kneeled down and picked up a rose, gritting her teeth together. her eyes scanned around the room and she looked behind her to see Kyle, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. “You’re an idiot!” Madison threw the rose on the floor, getting up and spinning on her heels to face him. “Now I have to clean this shit because no one’s home!” 

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" Nn-ohh  Huh-elll-p !!! "  He shouts at her, his chest heaving in anger. " K-eye-ll D-Do iiii-t. " He said more  calmly as he began to relax. " K-eye-ll  nn-o-t  St-oo-pid, Mm-aan-duh. "

Mun play ( even though I haven't replied to out other rp yet >.< )

"Aw you’re so cute! Are you okay? So you need something?”

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bitchxwitch:

      Madison  honestly   wouldn’t  care   too  much.       She    wasn’t  really  one  for  trying  to   teach       Kyle anything, unless he was being annoying,       but even then those  ‘lesson'  weren't the most       effective. So when she steps into the room and       sees  the  blond on  the  floor,  she’ll only scuff        and step over him, making it a point to have her        heels as close to stepping  on him as possible,        while    on    her  way    to    sit    on    the   bed.                                “ What’s your problem, Ken doll ?? “

" Shh-uh-t  uhhh-p. " 

          He told her proudly, a Cheshire grin           inching onto his lips as he turns his           head to watch her. He's just re-learned           that phrase today, and was so giddy           about it that he's been telling everyone           all day. He can't wait to learn even more           fun phrases. 

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theblackviolet:

Zoe could feel her heart breaking all over. She did this to him, she did all of this. She shouldn’t have gone to that party, she shouldn’t have talked to him. He would have lived, had a normal life…without her in it. She should have let him stay dead! Fucking Madison…she ruins it all. She hated her, every fiber. “Kyle,” she spoke gently. “I…I have to go for a while. But it’s okay! Madison will take of you… she understands you more than I do.”

" Nn-oo  M-ah-dis-on," He shook his head, then continued. " Y-ess  Zz-ohhh." He nodded quickly, his arms snaking around her shoulders in an awkward hug, holding her close to him as if she couldn't leave as long as he was holding her. He pulled back, leaning down slightly so they are face to face, brown eyes melting into hers. " G-ooh  wh-wh-wh.." He paused, trying his best to form words, to make sounds spill from his mouth but he couldn't.

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She was driving when she spotted him. Her blue eyes became a well of contemplation underneath scrunched brows. Daphne frowned, leaning forward and watching from the safety afforded to her by the Mystery Machine as the outline of a silhouette came into focus. She couldn’t make out any details from the back, although the figure continued to amble down the sidewalk at an unsteady gait. This street was too dark — none of the houses’ windows or front lawns were lit up from decorations. No parents were outside herding their children, no costumed groups were to be seen running a muck through the night. It struck Daphne as being all the more weird.

Something was most definitely not right about this. It didn’t take woman’s intuition to figure that much out, just pure and simple common sense. 

Naturally being the teenaged super sleuther she was, Daphne began slowing  the vehicle’s speed to  a crawl the closer she drew. The screech of her brakes  were a raucous noise that rendered the nighttime air  as soon as she saw the stranger collapse onto the pavement. Daphne’s mouth rounded in alarm as she hastily climbed out of the driver’s side, springing into  a flurry of motion until she was kneeling down by his side. It was guy, that much she could tell, and it looked bad. He looked bad. Daphne’s confusion and fright only deepened as she dropped her gaze from his darkly smeared face to repeatedly pounding fists.

❝Hey, stop! Cut it out! You’ll only hurt yourself more if   you keep doing that!❞  _____________________________

Fists stop at command, knuckles scraped from pounding them into the pavement, skin peeled off just enough for blood to rise. Both hands stung to the bare minimum, pain didn't exactly effect him anymore. Lifting his head up, brown eyes meet hers in a puppy like confusion. As if he didn't know what he did wrong.His lips, spotted with blood like lip gloss, quivered in the slightest. Fingers uncurl from their clenched state to reach out for her, large hands resting on either side of her shoulder . " Ff-iii-nnd   Zz-ohhh  ? " He's asking for help in the only way he knows how. He's asking for his safe place, his friend, his home. Zoe. The name boggled his mind flashbacks from that night swarming in his head like a hive of bees. No, live a swarm of wasps. Bees sting once and then die, but this thought kept stinging, kept coming back. He made a mistake. He was sorry. But he didn't know how to express it other than anger.  Some days, he is like a firefly in the palm of a bear. Other days, he's the bear. And he is so sorry that he can't function like a normal human being. That he's been reduced to an animal ready to attack at any second. Oh God, if there even is a God, help him understand all of this. 

Daphne & Kyle || Closed

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I'm auditioning for the role of Kyle Spencer and I'll be singing Renegade

cRYING

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maydaymuse:

                                     ’ Great job Kyle! You’ll get a hang of it eventually,                                        I know you will. I believe in you. ‘

 Dannie knew how the other girls treated him. He saw the way they  sighed at his every request and seemed reluctant, impatient. To be  perfectly honest, it seemed they only cared for him for his body, which  Dannie thought was bullshit. He was a strong believer in making sure  people weren’t objectified. Really, Dannie didn’t see Kyle as some  mistake or someone not worth trying for. Kyle was like a friend to him,  so every time people would give up on him, Dannie would be there,  even if he didn’t really understand it.

 Though he had to admit, he did have some suspicions about the  way the girls treated him. They acted like nobody was supposed  to know about him, kept him locked up in this room all day. They  wouldn’t talk about him either, which had Dannie wondering if he  was supposed to even know that Kyle existed in the first place.  Though, he had discussed it with Madison before and she didn’t  act like anything was wrong with the conversation. Regardless,  Kyle’s existence confused Dannie. 

 He carried onto the next page, this one having the letter ‘B’ written  in solid green at the top of the page followed by a fairly inaccurate  picture of a bat.

                                    ’ B is for bat. A bat is also an animal. They sleep                                       during the day and wake up at night. ‘

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                                 " Wh-ii  Duh-ann-e  n-iii-ce  t-ew K-eye-ll ? "

Dannie was something special, and Kyle knew that. He didn't hesitate when he asked for help, he didn't sigh in annoyance when he accidently broke something or couldn't figure out the buttons on the television remote. Kyle wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to repay the other, but he sure liked to try and think of ways to make it possible. He always came up empty handed.

Dropping his gaze back to the book, his face twisted into instant confusion. No, Dannie, a bat was for baseball. He knew that from the first book in the ABC's series,  ' the ABC's of Sports! '. Slowly, Kyle reached forward with one large hand, extending one finger and tapping on the picture, shaking his head slowly. Dannie, and this book, was wrong. He grunts, withdrawing his hand and letting it drop onto his own lap.

                                 " Wah-ong."

Kyle declared with confidence, positive that he was right. He knew this. This was something that he knew, the first time he didn't feel confused in the longest time. He felt smart. He knew something. He was learning.

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" N-ooooo !!! " Kyle shouted, his fist hitting the table once again in anger. Why was everyone always telling him to go slow? To try again? He's been trying for half the day now and he's still not getting it. He's starting to think he never will.

Amelia jumps a little in her seat across from the boy but she continued to be patient. “It’s okay.” With a reassuring smile, she nods in encouragement. “Now, go slow and try again.”

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non-sexual acts of intimacy                                         ♝ ; Reading a book together

  Kyle seemed to be inept in ways Dannie didn’t understand. In a way,   he strongly reminded Dannie of a cave man. He didn’t know what that   meant for Kyle, though it did mean he sort of catered to him. Dannie   didn’t particularly like seeing people upset or in pain, which seemed   to be Kyle’s two favorite emotions. So he’d help him with things he   seemed to struggle with; one of them being reading.

  In this specific instance, Kyle had been looking through a children’s   book and confusingly pointing at some of the pictures, mumbling   incoherent sentences. So, Dannie took pity on him and sat down   on the hardwood floors with him, flipping the book to the front page.   This particular book seemed to be one of the alphabet books, the    ones that taught children the connection between letters and words.

                                       ’ A is for ant. An ant, Kyle, is an insect. A bug. Do                                         you know what a bug is? ‘

  To see the boy nod slowly, Dannie smiled and patted his back gently.   He then continued through the book, explaining these words and   their meanings, pointing to pictures and letting Kyle try to sound   out the words in a slurred pronunciation.

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It was an accident. Kyle never meant to develope a protective feeling over the other blond. He isn't sure if it was because Dannie was the only male he's socialized with ---- if you call grunts and growls socializing---- or if it was because he was nice to Kyle. It didn't matter if it was out of pity or not it made Kyle feel like a person again. But, whatever the reason was, the resurrected would probably destory anything that could make or has made Dannie upset. He had never really thought this highly of a friend ( ? ) until all of his was taken away. Not that he'd want to talk to them anyway, not after what they did.

He leaned forward slightly. His lips parted as if to say something, but yet no words came forth. He tried desperately to sound out the word in his mind to avoid embarresment, and after a few moments he was forced to attempt it out loud. He nodded once to Dannie's question, he knew what a but was. His voice came out raspy and slow. Each word broken into simple sylabols that would be easier to piece together.

                                      " Aye   I-ss  f-oor  Uh-an-t. "

He stared at the book for a moment longer before raising his gaze over to the boy sitting beside him. The zombiefied ex-fratboy grunted to let the other know that it was okay to turn the page, and then dropped his eye sight onto the childrens book once again. He was going to learn if it killed him --------- again. maydaymuse

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swampqxeen:

"Ya know, I’m still mad that you have broken Stevie.” That wasn’t completely true. 

That wasn't fair, he wasn't - and still isn't- in his right mind. Can't she just buy a new new Stevie? Surely a radio doesn't cost so much that she would bring it up for the  m i l l i o n t h  time.