welcome to jump in the whirlwind, also known as jitw. we're a multi genre real life site that has ten different settings with ten different plots. we're very thrilled that you're here. we know that it can be very confusing at first, but reading the faq and pming the admins for help can make it a lot easier for you to understand! please make sure to register in all lowercase, if you make a mistake please post in the character moderation so an admin can assist you. we're very excited to have you guys on board! <3 & remember to make sure to read the rules and pm an admin for help. ;D
we opened on july 20th of 2011.
unf unf a new skin with freshly made graphics. ;D we're inching closer and closer to the one month mark so we decided to surprise our members with a new look!
there's been a lot of changes made so make sure to check out the announcements board for more information!
the skin and board coding were made by serena & mickey. the site graphics were made by minni. the boards were made by rita.
Group: NEW YORK A.
Member No.: 330
Joined: 13-August 11
once upon a time, madeline read somewhere that one cannot be tied down to anything, including names. so about every two weeks, she comes up with a new alias for herself. unfortunately, none of them ever sticks so feel free to just acknowledge her as madeline. she likes to think of herself as an amateur philosopher when, really, most of her 'philosophy' is just bullshit. she is emotionally distant from people. not because she has some deep fear inside of her about getting too close, because, quite frankly, she just does not give a fuck about you or your dreams of being a star. the only thing that she cares about is her position at this school and her art.
meh. madeline can be a judgmental little brat, so chances are, she won't have too many friends outside the figs and skanks. she dislikes the majority of the people she meets because they are so fucking stupid. not really. she just doesn't enjoy the company of most people. she avoids social events unless otherwise forced to. not surprisingly, she sees the bad in people rather than the good. she doesn't go out of her way to be rude to people- just when someone tries to force themselves on her whether by extending a hand of friendship or otherwise. more than anything, she's closed off to most people. she does occasionally display affections, not very often, towards the people whose company that she can stand for a decent amount of time. she considers bonding taking a smoke in silence. tears and physical contact make her uncomfortable, so please shove off.
she doesn't go out of her way to make enemies. she can seem surly and cold at most times, so she keeps her distance and silence. to be honest, if she expresses any kind of excess hatred and/or verbal abuse towards you, she actually probably considers you a companion. this means you, figs. and as for lovers, she despises any and all form of physical contact. she does not want to see your nekkid body, so please keep it in your pants. if you hit on her, she is mostly likely to bite back and unleash some sort of 'i am not here as a vessel for your penis' tirade upon you. nekkid people just makes her uncomfortable and she rarely invites people in her room because of reasons. this is directed at levi. the skank. that being said, any type of romance tends to unnerve her and for most cases, she thinks that romance is a waste of time. maybe to read about and portray in art, but never to act out.
Group: NEW YORK A.
Member No.: 330
Joined: 13-August 11
i'll make a man out of you
now. there are only two things in the world that would contain the two things that she listed. disney movies and james walker. she'll never get it, she swears. she'll never understand what others say about him. no charming, twinkling eyes. just desperation and annoyance. no killer smile. just an irritating smirk. but what's even worse? he's not even half bad as she would like to think he is. oh, sure. she can list imperfections and flaws in him like one can recite the alphabet. give her a masterpiece and she'll make an artist cry. he unnerved her and she doesn't like it. she doesn't like the way that he gets an impulsive response out of her, as if he knew exactly the right buttons to push. it's uncomfortable and if she was to be honest- she enjoys the game too much. give her a canvas and she'll paint you a world. give her a challenge and it'll start a war. she's always had too much pride to resist a temptation. she liked to win. she liked to be right. and she can't stand arrogance unless it's coming from her. there was only one excuse for her to be up this early, to be fuming like mad. " have you been in my room? " she demanded. she didn't wait for an answer. typical. " you are not allowed in my room without my permission, which you will never get. you are not allowed to touch my stuff. you are not allowed to look at my stuff. "
she took a deep breath and continued on, as if she had written down and then memorized by heart. " you do not touch the doorknob. you do not plant you feet on the carpet. you do not take my cigarettes . you don't stick your hands in my drawers. you do not move a single thing out of place. and if the thought ever comes to mind, you will beat it out until you resist the tempatation, do you understand? "