BROOKE CERABINO
FRESHMAN
Posts: 35
Popularity: 10
Player Name: tuna
Hover Image: https://67.media.tumblr.com/29639d72ee8ec363d391fd1037e63f4e/tumblr_o8ikbzmLTR1v8x2n7o1_250.png
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1442
Plot Page: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1466
Cell Page: #
Wanted Ad: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1735
Character Type: wrench wench
Club: technology club
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Post by BROOKE CERABINO on Jul 4, 2016 22:56:01 GMT -5
[attr="class","bonesbg"] [attr="class","bonestopb"] [attr="class","soul"] [attr="class","boneslyricone"]rule number one [attr="class","hole"] [attr="class","boneslyrictwo"]is that you gotta have fun [attr="class","bonesbody"]despite her sociable nature, brooke cerabino usually found herself at a loss with reading... specifically when it came to other people or the atmosphere. the reality was that she was exactly what many would call her: a 'dumb blonde.' it would certainly explain the nickname 'cerabimbo,' that's for sure. not to mention the 'present' she'd somehow picked out because she figured that it would be a nice housewarming gift (?). the fourteen-year-old entered the lobby of the girls' dormitory building with a plastic bag in hand. carelessly swinging the bag, she proceeded to stroll down a particular hallway: one that led her to the room of a certain stabean... what was her last name again? blue eyes blinked around as she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her trousers; she'd long left the school's academic building, having skipped both her afternoon classes and her club activities, that she was basically just wandering around in casual wear. "175." she said to herself, but with a sudden frown, pulled out her phone again to double check, "... 175." giving a nod of reassurance, the blonde looked back up again. this was when she realized that she had actually never been to this side of the dorm building. she blinked stupidly for a few moments before her eyes suddenly widened, "was i had?" she exclaimed loudly, hands flying up to hold her own face, "oh my god, is 175 actually the broom closet or somethin'?" after all, she didn't actually know much about the girl, did she? and... was she also a freshman, or was she a-? what colour was her ribbon? wait, was stabean even wearing a uniform when they met? eyes sank into two small dots, "maybe she totally doesn't wanna be my friend," she stared at the floor, feet coming to a stop. not for long, though, as her shoulders quickly shrugged while she let out a loud laugh. hands swung backward to support her neck, her feet kicking up in large motions, "nah, that's stupid." snickering through her teeth, she stopped before the room of her destination and made a 90 degree turn, "beanie boo, beanie boo, i'm here to collect yar teeny boobs so come out and playyy!"after waiting a few moments, however, she soon noticed that she was being greeted by silence. "huh. where'ja go? still at tryout?" brows pushed together and she swung herself around. back against the door, the freshman allowed herself to slide downward and eventually sat on the carpeted floor with a small ' thud.' with a sigh, she took out her cellphone and proceeded to send a text to the brunette. STABEAN FORTIER ● pls ignore my inability to title threads[attr="class","bonesbottomb"] [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.bonesbg]width:350px;background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.bonestopb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:130px 350px 0 0;border-color:#ffdd33 transparent transparent transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.soul]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyricone]margin-top:-85px;margin-left:10px;margin-bottom:13px;color:#fcfcfc;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.hole]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyrictwo]margin-top:-16px;margin-left:50px;color:#ffdd33;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody]color:#999;padding:40px;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody span]color:#999;opacity:0.8;font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody b]color: #999; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody:hover b]color: #ffdd33;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbottomb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:0 0 150px 350px;border-color:transparent transparent #ffdd33 transparent;margin-top:-30px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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STABEAN FORTIER
SOPHOMORE
Posts: 26
Popularity: 15
Player Name: lithian
Hover Image: http://i.imgur.com/xG8hzIU.png
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1436/sophomore-stabean-miller
Plot Page: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1470/lit-get
Cell Page: n/a
Wanted Ad: n/a
Character Type: spirited young lady
Club: TRACK
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Post by STABEAN FORTIER on Jul 9, 2016 17:56:00 GMT -5
just deal with it. ● ● ● ● you can’t control everything in life, right? Ah, she was sore - and hadn't felt this good in a while. She'd spoken with the captains and tried out for the track team. From what she understood, she was good to go. Just in time for the freshman run, too. Bean took a swig from her water bottle and turned the corner towards her room. She'd planned on meeting Brooke here; not exactly what spurred the sudden request from the blonde but - whatever, right? Before she saw her, however, she heard her. Brooke seemed to talk to herself a lot. It didn't bother Stabean much, she just found it rather amusing. Before she could say anything, Brooke found Bean's room and began to call for her. Didn't I tell her about tryouts...? Shrugging her shoulders, she stopped walking and watched Brooke defeated slide down her door. Bean was hoping to sneak up on her, but that plan was ruined when her text-tone went off. From Brooke, she laughed and stuffed her phone in her backpack. "Yo!" she said, raising a hand to wave at the girl. Heading towards her, Bean let her hair down out of the scrunchy and sighed. Taking the lanyard from around her neck, she searched through the keys until she found the one that unlocked her room. When she finally reached her door, Stabean looked down at the blonde and patted her head like she would a child. "Not sure what you had in mind, but my boobs aren't an option." Pushing the door open, making sure Brooke wasn't resting against it btw, she looked around and noted no one inside. There had been a note left on her door this morning from maintenance about fixing her broken window. Honestly, she hadn't even known it was broken. Stepping inside, the first thing she did was slip out of her shoes and toss her bag on the twin mattress. Looking back over her shoulder she waved for Brooke to come in, if she hadn't started to already. Bean began to point to the electronics scattered around, "Laptop, TV, playstation 3, stereo system...Oh and all those are my movies." There were a couple huge stacks of movies, waiting to be set on a shelf that she had yet to put together. It was sitting in a box, from Ikea, propped against the wall. As she grabbed her phone from her bag, she plopped down on the bed and put her back to the wall. Checking her text messages, she saw there were none and set it in her lap. Her gaze drifted to the blonde and a sigh escaped. "So, what's new with you?"[/b][/div][/div] [/div] MADE BY VEL [/div]
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BROOKE CERABINO
FRESHMAN
Posts: 35
Popularity: 10
Player Name: tuna
Hover Image: https://67.media.tumblr.com/29639d72ee8ec363d391fd1037e63f4e/tumblr_o8ikbzmLTR1v8x2n7o1_250.png
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1442
Plot Page: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1466
Cell Page: #
Wanted Ad: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1735
Character Type: wrench wench
Club: technology club
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Post by BROOKE CERABINO on Jul 14, 2016 0:08:28 GMT -5
[attr="class","bonesbg"] [attr="class","bonestopb"] [attr="class","soul"] [attr="class","boneslyricone"]rule number one [attr="class","hole"] [attr="class","boneslyrictwo"]is that you gotta have fun [attr="class","bonesbody"]noticing the brunette, brooke was quick to sit up from her position on the floor, "yar here!" she yelled, throwing her hands into the air and bouncing up onto her feet, paying no mind to the fact that stabean was patting her on the head, "man! i woulda thought that ya ditched me or somethin' if y'decided not t'show up!" well, no, duh.letting out a breezy laugh, the fourteen-year-old followed (though was practically pushing) the sophomore into the dorm room, "huh? why not? y'looked like you were pree damn into it last time," actually, wasn't it more like stabean putting up with the fact that she was being fondled? brooke looked up to the ceiling and blinked a few times to herself. was that someone else? maybe. it was totally someone else, wasn't it? she couldn't remember exactly since touching other people was practically her way of saying 'hello,' really. it was also how she learned about them. words didn't mean much after all, especially when she wasn't the most witty person around. gaze fell back down to eye level and she peered over the brunette's head, "what a boring ass room actually," she blurted without a thought once stabean had introduced her belongings, "but here, t'spice stuff up for ya," at this, brooke extended the plastic bag in her hand, hanging it over stabean's shoulder, "totally made one of these myself. wanna guess which one? go on! c'mon!"grinning, she snatched the bag back and quickly rummaged through it, "a dildo the size of my boyfriend's dick," she announced before proceeding to proudly pull out a pink sex toy, which she quickly tossed at stabean, "and this. super nimbus pig 700." she said, taking out a palm-sized wire sculpture that looked oddly similar to a boar: something she handled with a bit more caution as she carefully set it on a stand nearby. "other than tryna redecorate yar room? not much," a shrug of her shoulders before she took a step back to admire her 'handywork.' "well, gettin' used to the school too i guess, if ya wanna count that. i mean, it's my first time away from home for so long and all!" brooke added, but then glanced to stabean's direction, "just kiddin'. i doubt mama's even noticed that i'm gone. heh! too busy suckin' that rich guy's dick probly." carelessly, she tossed the plastic bag over her shoulder and made a dive for the foot of stabean's bed. "whatever though! how'd the tryout go? any hotties on the team? that's totally how i would decide whether i'm joining. swim team sounds nice, 'cause at the very least everyone'll be half naked," at the thought, brooke brought her knees closer to sit cross-legged, "but the seniors this year are all pree much my type anyway." actually, who wasn't her type? nonetheless, she looked over to the movie collection and extended her pointer finger, her own gaze remaining on stabean, "not where the porn is, right? ya hidin' it under the bed or somethin'?"STABEAN FORTIER ● dis is messy bc i was hella distracted whoops sry[attr="class","bonesbottomb"] [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.bonesbg]width:350px;background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.bonestopb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:130px 350px 0 0;border-color:#ffdd33 transparent transparent transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.soul]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyricone]margin-top:-85px;margin-left:10px;margin-bottom:13px;color:#fcfcfc;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.hole]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyrictwo]margin-top:-16px;margin-left:50px;color:#ffdd33;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody]color:#999;padding:40px;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody span]color:#999;opacity:0.8;font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody b]color: #999; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody:hover b]color: #ffdd33;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbottomb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:0 0 150px 350px;border-color:transparent transparent #ffdd33 transparent;margin-top:-30px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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STABEAN FORTIER
SOPHOMORE
Posts: 26
Popularity: 15
Player Name: lithian
Hover Image: http://i.imgur.com/xG8hzIU.png
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1436/sophomore-stabean-miller
Plot Page: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1470/lit-get
Cell Page: n/a
Wanted Ad: n/a
Character Type: spirited young lady
Club: TRACK
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Post by STABEAN FORTIER on Jul 22, 2016 18:10:01 GMT -5
just deal with it. ● ● ● ● you can’t control everything in life, right? She rolled her eyes and took a gander around her room. It wasn't super boring, but nothing exciting either. "Suits me well enough..." Rubbing the back of her neck, Stabean blinked as Brooke began digging through the bag. Now she felt bad; Bean hadn't thought to get Brooke anything - because well...was she inconsiderate? As the dildo was tossed her way, she caught it in mid air and arched a brow. Apparently her boyfriend was well-endowed. She laughed and set it down on the bed, watching as Brooke pulled out a little wire pig and set it on her night-stand. "While I don't doubt you could make a wicked dildo, I'm gonna say it's the pig..." Listening to her talk was kind of relaxing, because Bean didn't have to think much. It was a nice change. When she mentioned her mother sucking someones dick, however, she blinked and sat forward. "Not on great terms, eh?" As the girl landed on the end of her bed, Stabean patted the top of her head a couple times until she was asked about tryouts. A finger was brought to her cheek in thought, tilting her head to the side and staring at the ceiling. "They went okay for the most part. As far as hot guys go, there's a guy with fluffy blonde hair who isn't bad looking." Her gaze drifted back to Brooke and she shrugged, "Not my type tho, I guess." She laughed at the thought of Brooke drooling all over the guys in speedos, and then blushed at the thought of half naked guys. She shook her head at the mention of porn, "Welp, that's all on the computer..." She let a little silence linger before she waved a hand in front of her face, "Joking. I don't have any. Closest thing I've got to that is some hentai manga, which is under my bed."[/div][/quote][/b][/div][/div] [/div] MADE BY VEL
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BROOKE CERABINO
FRESHMAN
Posts: 35
Popularity: 10
Player Name: tuna
Hover Image: https://67.media.tumblr.com/29639d72ee8ec363d391fd1037e63f4e/tumblr_o8ikbzmLTR1v8x2n7o1_250.png
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1442
Plot Page: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1466
Cell Page: #
Wanted Ad: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1735
Character Type: wrench wench
Club: technology club
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Post by BROOKE CERABINO on Jul 24, 2016 0:35:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","bonesbg"] [attr="class","bonestopb"] [attr="class","soul"] [attr="class","boneslyricone"]rule number one [attr="class","hole"] [attr="class","boneslyrictwo"]is that you gotta have fun [attr="class","bonesbody"]at stabean's words, the freshman blinked, not quite understanding where she was coming from, "who's not on good terms?" she stared for a second at the sex toy that was now left on the bed, "we've actually been on hella good terms since forever and a day ago though," brooke explained though, seconds later, finally caught on, "oh! me and mama! ... nahh, we're cool. she just doesn't remember that i exist sometimes, but it's always been that way." shoulders shrugged, and there lacked a certain sense of malice that could have been found in another's tone had it been them instead of the blonde. but, there was no use crying over spilled milk. you couldn't pick your parents, and it's not like she hated her mother, anyway. on the contrary actually. she was just busy with her work and her love life; sometimes the two could even be combined, actually. and while brooke would once in awhile try to get on the woman's nerves by doing what she wasn't supposed to do, they still 'got along' fine for the most part. well, sort of 'got along' since there wasn't much to push them further apart when both the mother and the daughter were barely home to begin with, but you know."'not yar type?'" brooke repeated in shock, "but he does track, too! i'd say that's a match made in heaven actually. what's yar type anyway?" she stared at the blush that'd suddenly surfaced and, believing that it was because of what she said, she suddenly scooched closer. eyes half-lidded, she began to poke at stabean's reddened face, "ya thinkin' of something dirty, beanie? it's not the track guy, huh? ya havin' wet dreams about him already so early in the afternoon?" snickering, she flopped down on her back and began to roll around, chanting something like 'ya got a crush, ya got a crush.' the rolling stopped, however, when the topic went back to stabean's possible stash. now on her stomach, the blonde's gaze zipped over to where she vaguely remembered the laptop was. she was about to get up and grab it, when stabean continued to speak, "so it is under the bed!" she cackled and rolled down to the floor. she hit the carpet with a small thud but she hardly cared. left hand shot inside but then quickly pulled back out again. "i think i just smacked a spider." she said, blinking as she stared at her dust-covered fingers. turning her face to the side, brooke sneezed loudly. she quickly shook her head with a shiver, then dived under the bed a second time. when her her upper body reappeared, the fourteen-year-old could be seen with several volumes of manga she'd blindly grabbed in her search. face dirtied though expression satisfied, the freshman climbed back up onto the bed, "these it? don't think i've ever seen 'em before. y'touch yarself while readin' these or what?" she asked with a grin as she began to flip through one, "y'don't look the type. i was so sure that ya were like, ace or somethin'." she added truthfully, though her attention was quickly snatched by the book when she came across: "oh my god, tits everywhere!" an excited yell as she was practically bouncing on the bed, "stabean reads lesbian porn! stabean reads lesbian porn!"... or not. but still, there were boobs, which was enough to convince the blonde really. 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