harlow//roleplay account :)'s Polyvore

Name: Keith Maxwell
Age: 17
Personality: Outgoing, caring, understanding
Why they ran away: Keith's father was abusive, and as much as Keith wanted his mom and sisters to be okay, he just was unable to stand up for them. Knowing that it would hurt him later, he went to the police and reported it, and just as the police investigated the scenario, Keith left, in fear that his father would find him.
Sitemodel: Stephen Jerzak
 

Name: Annie Johnson
Age: 16
Personality: Shy, Unstable, Curious
Why they ran away: Annie's parents had her when they were 16, thus giving her up for adoption. However, her adoptive parents died when Annie was five, causing Annie to be thrown into foster home after foster home, until eventually, Annie decides she cannot take it anymore.
Sitemodel: Ashley

Chad was walking outside, trying to find his way around.

Noah was at the office, getting her ID.
 

(i'll upload her id later bahaha.
oh, and join.)

Name: Noah Brady (girl, lul.)
Age: 18
Bio: Noah was always known as the "shy girl," she had few friends and had always been focused on her school work. As she entered college, she decided to be more open and bubbly, she'll talk to anybody, and enjoys meeting new people, while still focusing on her education.
Roomate
 
Name: Chad Michaels
Age: 18
Bio: Chad was always known as the "bad boy" - he never had a girlfriend for more than two weeks at a time, he always got in trouble at school, got in fights, etc. However, Chad always kept one promise that he made to his mother as a kid - to keep up his grades. He is a very smart kid, but he was never known to show it, and even though most people would expect him not to, he always focused on school - just for his mother. And, now that he started a new chapter in his life, he is trying to get away from what "bad side," but it has not seemed to go too well....
Roomate

Wednesday. June 8[[Optional]]: After a long school seminar, you just never want to drink again. Do you?
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Delilah moaned as she turned her alarm clock off for the fifth time within an hour, "five more minutes," she'd grumble to it, over and over.
"7:30? Shit. How hungover was I?" She jumped out of bed, realizing that her clothes were still on and her makeup was still mostly in tact. She checked her phone as she ran to the bathroom, skimming through her texts. None from him.
"Gah gah gah," she said to the mirror, "That didn't turn out well the other day....dumb fuckiing bitchh, the fuck's her problem? Oh look at me, I'm perfect I'm perfect hehehe, nobody can say anything to be without me crying over it, because i'm perfect! oh fuck it," she chucked her phone to the bed. "Is there one person on this planet who isn't a total pusssy?" She shook her head to the mirror and continued to fix her slightly smeared mascara.