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Past Mod Experience? (simply answer yes or no)
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RP Example: (in spoilers, s'il vous plait)

Name: Bree
Past Mod Experience? Sí.
Time Zone: Currently EST, will be PST starting on Saturday.
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Kenzie had been at the hospital all weekend. After the accident, she'd been whisked to St. Jude's amidst a flurry of tears and her mother's quiet, repeated it can't be, it can't be. She hadn't, of course, been able to see him right away; they had to take it into surgery. Sure, he was on anesthesia, but it quickly became clear that Corey wasn't waking up anytime soon. But Corey and Kenzie? Were twins. They'd been through everything together. It was more than family — they were best friends, more than that. And she wasn't going to let him start going through things alone now. So as soon as they'd let her, she'd started camping out in his hospital room. All visiting hours. And today, her first day back at school, resulted in a lot of homework, especially that which she had to make up after doing none over the weekend. So her plan was to hit Starbucks, then stay with Corey and do her homework until visiting hours ended.

But when she entered the coffee shop, she started thinking that maybe shitty hospital coffee was the better option. Or even no caffeine. Because lo and behold, two of Corey's ex-girlfriends. If you could call them that. Really, they were more like two of his ex-frequent-hook-ups. Two of many. It was always awkward encountering any of them, because Corey told her everything — around her, he had no filter, so she knew exactly what he thought of all of them. Of course, she never said anything; quite a few people would be pretty disappointed. There was, of course, the one person who Corey had actually... well, he never said it, but Kenzie thought that if her brother wasn't in love, it was the closest he'd ever been.

So she almost left. But... coffee. She didn't meet the cashier's eyes. She'd already been there multiple times, and yeah, okay, concealer couldn't cover up the dark shadows under her eyes, and even if it could, it wouldn't fix the red irritation in her eyes from all the crying she'd been doing recently. And she'd heard too many I'm sorrys in one day, so she ordered her café mocha quietly and slipped to the other side of the store where she had to wait. And where Lydia and Yerin were also waiting. Perfect. It was the first day that Corey was allowed to take visitors, and, well, Kenzie hadn't told anyone. She had a list of people she'd tell, which mainly consisted of Louis, Will, Meghan, Rachel, and — it was worthless to list the dead. They weren't visiting. If anything, Corey would be joining them. But that wasn't going to happen. He wouldn't leave her. He'd never leave her. Because she was Kenzie, and he was Corey, and she'd stay by his side... alone, if she had to. Because any of Corey's visitors would also be Kenzie's visitors, and she wasn't too keen on his hook-ups — many of whom only valued him for his body — being there. They weren't the ones who'd been with him through anything. He deserved better than his hook-ups visiting him.

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Name: Melisquish
Past Mod Experience? Yes
Time Zone: MST
RP Example: (view spoiler)[The bag was yanked off Dmitri's head and he was nearly blinded by the harsh artificial white light. He groaned, trying to adjust and figure out where he was. Had he gotten drunk? That would explain the grogginess and the pain on the back of his head, and the time lapse, but it didn't explain the bag. Or the fact that his hands appeared to be tied to the uncomfortable chair he was seated in. Or the man in the white lab coat blurring into vision in front of him. Nope, he wasn't drunk. That explanation didn't account for a number of factors. Then where the hell was he and what was going on?

White walls, lab coat, tied hands, bag... There was definitely a bigger picture here, but God was his head pounding. All his thoughts were jumbled and all he could do was blearily squint at the man in front of him. Why did everything have to be white? It pained his eyes, especially since the transition had been so sudden. Add that to the pounding pain in the back of his head, and, well...

Eventually he began to think straight, began to casually look around. It looked like a lab, judging by the lab coat. But how did he get into a lab? This couldn't be right. Had he been kidnapped? But how had he been caught? He was pulling up a blank. Last thing he remembered he'd been in Slava... There'd been something at a party... Had something happened at the party? But no, he vaguely remembered leaving fully intact. There'd been a man. He'd attempted pickpocketing... There'd been a sharp pain in his arm, then head, then black. That must have been it. But why was he here? What was going on?

With a small groan, he raised his eyes to the ceiling, leaning back in his chair. "Would it kill you to clean the bag?" (hide spoiler)]

Mod

Name: Cameron
Experience? Yep.
Time Zone: CDT (Central Daylight Savings)
RP Example:

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The bell jingled again and Nora payed it no heed, until the individual that walked in made their way to the table. Nora watched Ransom with an intense anxiety building up in her; she wasn't normally like this, but she didn't like to be called out for doing something that she didn't understand.

Before her ex could respond a pair of hands were placed on the table, and a tall, dark man was staring down at them. It was the man from outside and wow was he a sight for sore, slightly bloodshot eyes. Nora was about to respond and ask the man why he was at their table and if he maybe had any preoccupations later tonight. He was focused on other things.

The man briefly glanced at her but immediately moved on, then focused intensely on Ransom. Baby brother resonated in her ears and she cracked a smile, even laughing softly. "Oh, Ransom, darling, you didn't tell me you had a brother." She slowly leaned forward on the table and smirked, looking up at Draco with eyeliner-rimmed eyes. There was a glint in them that was nowhere near safe. "And I don't need you to introduce me, Ran. I can do it myself."

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Name: Corina
Past Mod Experience? Ouaiii
Time Zone: CET right now, but usually EST
RP Example:

(view spoiler)[ Barely five seconds had passed since her stupid little scare, and Juliana once again heard footsteps approaching in the hallway outside. Except this time, they were erratic, angry - they sounded like the steps of someone who had lost something to wild abandon, running down the hall with nothing left except whatever emotion they were carrying with them. And this time, they did not carry on past this doorway, they did not recede into the distance, the clicks of heels on the cool marble did not fade.

The door slammed open.

The girl who entered the room was angry, angry and hurt and full of raw grief and simple wrath. She was pretty, that much was clear, with pale skin and dark hair and dark pink lips, her dress an elegant confection and screaming of fairy tales - Snow White, Snow White, with hair like raven's wings and skin like snow. The phrase floated, unbidden, through Juliana's mind. The royal she was supposed to care of this week, presumably. And in the two seconds it took Juliana to take all of Heather in, Heather had spotted her maid.

"Get out." Simple, direct... Frightening. This girl was wild, a monster, and Juliana's hands shook. She was frozen in place, eyes wide, mouth open, words - stupid, introductory words, phrases that had no meaning, blind, foolish, stupid stupid stupid - words lodged in her throat cutting off her breath, leaving no room for that oxygen essential to rationale and function. Juliana's feet would not move, torn between desires. Run, flee, do as the other girl said, leave this room with Heather's angry eyes and rough, bruising words, get out get out get out. Every muscle strained to do just so. But her mind, the inherent kindness, Juliana's heart - these all strained to comfort the girl that had just fallen to her knees with a contorted face. All the anger had drained from Heather, and in its place was sadness, grief, guilt, all layered one on top of the other like a finely made painting, each new stroke of the paintbrush adding a new hue.

There were tears on Heather's face, smearing the eyeliner and mascara, leaving faintly grey tracks on the girls now pale cheeks.

Juliana's shoes felt glued to the marble. Heather did not move either.

And then Juliana did - stepping forward thoughtlessly, dropping to her knees beside the girl. And then, though her hands still shook, Juliana placed one on the girl's shoulder, trying to offer her what silent support and understanding she could, despite the tremor in her fingers. Despite the wide eyes and the bruises she could still feel from the other girl's anger.
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Yes, I am on a trip at the moment, but I really love the concept of the group so I figured it wouldn't hurt to apply. ^-^

Name: Queen
Past Mod Experience? Si
Time Zone: America
RP Example:
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The crowd oo'ed at the remark from the girl. Caution's deminor never shifted, "I'm tell you girlie, you don't belong here." She flicked her head to the doors behind her. "Trust me-You don't want me getting in that ring with you," Caution's tone was bland but it held a real cautionary suggestion to the girl to leave before things got ugly. "We don't get people like you around here." Caution added, she began playing with her fingers her eyes drawn away from the girl who sought the brunettes attention. "What happened-did Daddy leave you all hot and bothered?" She used a mocking tone and a reference to the many woman they received here who were looking for cash in exchange for sex. Caution wouldn't be surprised if the girl made 20 for the entire night. A slight smirk tugged at Caution's lips as she brought her attention back to the blonde. (hide spoiler)]