when you fall apart ,

are you able to commit to a site at the moment? even if you're busy, do you have a couple of hours to devote to everyday admin duties and character development? do you love roleplay and miss the old days when sites and plots actually lasted? if you answered yes, then i believe this is the perfect opportunity for you! i am looking for creative and skilled roleplayers to create and admin a small beach town roleplay with me! read more or send me an ask! 

http://wander.b1.jcink.com

it depends on who's askin ;) 

england is the place he used to call home. repulse is the only feeling he now has for the island some call a country. he was raised by hypocrites, in a far too big and far too empty home, although he never really complained. the gardens were nice, suitable for his various imaginary adventures. the lake that characterized the backyard was his go to spot whenever he needed to think, but one day perhaps his thoughts either got way to big or the lake got way too small. he had to see the world. and by world he definitely didn't mean disney world with the family during the summers. london was his first destination, not far at all from home, but he went with a few friends. few enough to make him feel independent for the very first time. the city only made him crave to see more. amsterdam, paris, the swiss alps, australia, south africa. everytime he got thirstier, he needed more. now, however, his reasons for travelling have changed. he no longer goes for the simple pleasure of new adventures. he needs to work. the only way he found to satisfy his thirst for new places and his need to work was hopping from place to place, a temporary job here and there. it's hard, not half as rewarding some times. but the smile constantly painted on his lips might tell you otherwise. 

his room barely looks inhabited, as if someone was there no less than days ago. one can easily tell he is wisely economical, as he wastes no money on fruitless decorations. his alarm clock is placed carelessly on top of his piled luggage, the two beaten suitcases always ready for the next move. a lamp cascades strategically on top of his bed, where he does most of his plannings and readings. there is not one book or one item thrown around, even though the bed is left carelessly made. the one thing that makes the room uniquely his is a small toy he hides under the covers.