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ą α ß Ь c đ ∂ ε є é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ g Ħ ħ н ι J k ℓ м η ø σ p q я § τ u v ω x y z

α в c ם/∂/δ є ғ ɢ н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т υ v ω x ץ/ч z

⒜ ⒝ ⒞ ⒟ ⒠ ⒡ ⒢ ⒣ ⒤ ⒥ ⒦ ⒧ ⒨ ⒩ ⒪ ⒫ ⒬ ⒭ ⒮ ⒯ ⒰ ⒱ ⒲ ⒳ ⒴ ⒵

Ⓐ Ⓑ Ⓒ Ⓓ Ⓔ Ⓕ Ⓖ Ⓗ Ⓘ Ⓙ Ⓚ Ⓛ Ⓜ Ⓝ Ⓞ Ⓟ Ⓠ Ⓡ Ⓢ Ⓣ Ⓤ Ⓥ Ⓦ Ⓧ Ⓨ Ⓩ

ⓐ ⓑ ⓒ ⓓ ⓔ ⓕ ⓖ ⓗ ⓘ ⓙ ⓚ ⓛ ⓜ ⓝ ⓞ ⓟ ⓠ ⓡ ⓢ ⓣ ⓤ ⓥ ⓦ ⓧ ⓨ ⓩ

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Ȁ Ȃ Ȧ Ӓ Ӑ Ʌ Ⱥ Ά Α Λ Ѧ Д ᾈ ᾉ ᾊ ᾋ ᾌ ᾍ ᾎ ᾏ • ȁ ȃ ɑ ɒ ɐ ȧ α ά Δ д ӓ ӑ ᾀ ᾁ ᾂ ᾃ ᾄ ᾅ ᾆ ᾇ ᾰ ᾱ ᾲ ᾳ ᾴ ᾶ ᾷ
Ƀ β Ѣ • Ђ Ъ Ь ъ ь Ϧ ɓ ʙ ϐ ѣ б в Ҍ ҍ
Ȼ ʗ Ͻ Ͼ Ͽ Ϲ Ѽ Ҁ Ҫ • ɔ ȼ ς ϲ ѽ ҁ ҫ
ɖ ɗ ȡ ʠ δ
Ȅ Ȇ Ӗ Ɇ Ѐ Ȩ Ȝ Έ Ё Ε Ξ Σ ξ Є Э Ӭ З Ѯ Ҿ Ҽ Ӛ Ә Ӟ Ҙ ә • ə ε έ з є э е ϵ ϶ ȅ ɘ ȇ ɇ ȩ ѐ ё ѯ ҿ ҽ ӛ ӟ ҙ ӗ ӭ
Ϝ Ғ Ӻ • ϝ ɟ ʄ ӻ ғ
Ѡ Ѿ • ɠ ɡ ʛ ɢ ɞ ʚ ɕ
Ȟ Ή Η Ң Ҥ Һ Ӈ Ӊ Ҕ ᾘ ᾙ ᾚ ᾛ ᾜ ᾝ ᾞ ᾟ • ʜ ɦ ћ ʮ ʯ ɧ ȟ ɥ ђ Ћ н ӈ ӊ ң ҕ ҥ
Ȉ Ȋ Ί Ϊ Ῐ Ῑ Ὶ Ί • ȉ ɨ ɩ ɪ ȋ ϊ ΐ ῐ ῑ ῒ ΐ ῖ ῗ
Ɉ Ј • ɉ ȷ ʝ ϳ
Ќ Қ Ҟ Ҝ Ҟ Ӄ • ʞ ɮ κ ќ қ ҝ ҟ ҡ ӄ
Ƚ ζ • ʟ ɫ ɬ ʅ ɭ ȴ ʃ ʄ ʆ
Ϻ Ӎ • ɯ ɰ ɱ ϻ ӎ
Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й • ȵ ɲ ɳ ɴ ή π η и й ѝ л ҋ ӣ ӥ ᾐ ᾑ ᾒ ᾓ ᾔ ᾕ ᾖ ᾗ ὴ ή ὴ ή
Ȍ Ӧ Ȏ Ȭ Ȫ Ȯ Ȱ ʘ Ό θ Ѻ ϴ Ӫ Θ Ѳ Ю ф Ὸ Ό • ȫ ȭ ȍ ȏ ȯ ȱ ɵ ɸ σ ϕ ό Φ ѻ ѳ ӧ ӫ
Ρ Ҏ Ῥ • ρ ϼ Ϸ ϸ φ ҏ ῤ ῥ
Ɋ Ϙ • ϙ ɋ Ϥ ϥ ϱ
Ȑ Ȓ Ɍ Я Г Ѓ Ӷ Ґ • я ɹ ɺ ɻ ɼ ɽ ɾ ɿ ȑ ȓ ɍ ʀ ʁ г ѓ ґ ӷ
Ș Ϩ ϩ Ϛ • ϛ ɛ ɜ ɝ ʂ ȿ ș
Ț Ⱦ Ҭ • τ Ϯ ϯ ȶ ʇ ʈ ț т ҭ
Ȕ Ʉ Ȗ Ώ Ω ц • ȕ ȗ ʮ ʯ ʉ ʊ υ μ ϑ ϋ ύ ΰ
Ʌ Ѵ Ѷ • ɣ ʋ ʌ ѵ ѷ ῠ ῡ ῢ ΰ ῦ ῧ
Ϣ Ш Щ • ϣ ш щ ѿ ѡ ʍ ώ ψ Ψ ω ϖ ᾠ ᾡ ᾢ ᾣ ᾤ ᾥ ᾦ ᾧ ῲ ῳ ῴ ῶ ῷ ὼ ώ
Ϫ Ж Җ χ Ӽ Ҳ Ӿ Ӂ Ӝ • ж ϰ ϗ ӽ ӿ ҳ ӂ ӝ җ
Ȳ Ɏ ϒ ϓ ϔ Ύ Ϋ Υ Ў У ц Ѱ Ӱ Ӯ Ӳ Ӵ Ҷ Ҹ Ӌ Ῠ Ῡ Ὺ Ύ • Ч џ ў ү ұ ɣ ɏ ȳ ʎ ʏ ɤ Ϟ λ ϫ ӯ ӱ ӳ ӵ ҷ ҹ ӌ
Ȥ • ɀ ʐ ʑ ȥ ʒ ʓ ȝ

? Ɂ ɂ ʡ ʢ ʔ ʕ ʖ ˀ ˁ
Ȣ ȣ ȸ ȹ ʣ ʤ ʥ ʦ ʧ ʨ ʩ ɶ ы ʪ ʫ Ӹ ӹ
љ њ Ѹ ѹ Ѫ Ѭ Ѥ ѥ ѧ Ѩ ѩ ѫ ѭ ѱ
҈ ҉
҈ ҉
ʬ ʭ ɚ ɷ ҂ ҃ ҄ ҅ ҆
ʰ ʱʲ ʳ ʴ ʵ ʶ ʷ ʸ ͤ ͥ ͦ ͧ ͨ ͩ ͪ ͫ ͬ ͭ ͮ ͯ ʹ ʺ ʻ ʼ ʽ ʾ ʿ ˌ ˎ ˏ ˑ ˒ ˓ ˔ ˕ ˖ ˗
˂ ˃ ˄ ˅ ˆ ː ˇ ˈ ˉ ˊ ˋ ˘ ˙ ˚ ˛ ˜ ˝ ˞ ˟ ˍˍ


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① ② ③ ④ ⑤ ⑥ ⑦ ⑧ ⑨ ⑩ ⑪ ⑫ ⑬ ⑭ ⑮ ⑯ ⑰ ⑱ ⑲ ⑳

⑴ ⑵ ⑶ ⑷ ⑸ ⑹ ⑺ ⑻ ⑼ ⑽ ⑾ ⑿ ⒀ ⒁ ⒂ ⒃ ⒄ ⒅ ⒆ ⒇

⒈ ⒉ ⒊ ⒋ ⒌ ⒍ ⒎ ⒏ ⒐ ⒑ ⒒ ⒓ ⒔ ⒕ ⒖ ⒗ ⒘ ⒙ ⒚ ⒛

❶ ❷ ❸ ❹ ❺ ❻ ❼ ❽ ❾ ❿ ⓫ ⓬ ⓭ ⓮ ⓯ ⓰ ⓱ ⓲ ⓳ ⓴

⓵ ⓶ ⓷ ⓸ ⓹ ⓺ ⓻ ⓼ ⓽ ⓾

Ⅰ Ⅱ Ⅲ Ⅳ Ⅴ Ⅵ Ⅶ Ⅷ Ⅸ Ⅹ Ⅺ Ⅻ Ⅼ Ⅽ Ⅾ Ⅿ

ⅰ ⅱ ⅲ ⅳ ⅴ ⅵ ⅶ ⅷ ⅸ ⅹ ⅺ ⅻ ⅼ ⅽ ⅾ ⅿ

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← → ↑ ↓ ↔ ↕ ↖ ↗ ↘ ↙ ↚ ↛ ↜ ↝ ↞ ↟
↠ ↡ ↢ ↣ ↤ ↥ ↦ ↧ ↨ ↩ ↪ ↫ ↬ ↭ ↮ ↯ ↰ ↱ ↲ ↳ ↴ ↵ ↶ ↷ ↸ ↹ ↺ ↻ ↼ ↽ ↾ ↿
⇀ ⇁ ⇂ ⇃ ⇄ ⇅ ⇆ ⇇ ⇈ ⇉ ⇊ ⇋ ⇌ ⇍ ⇎ ⇏ ⇐ ⇑ ⇒ ⇓ ⇔ ⇕ ⇖ ⇗ ⇘ ⇙ ⇚ ⇛ ⇜ ⇝ ⇞ ⇟
⇠ ⇡ ⇢ ⇣ ⇤ ⇥ ⇦ ⇧ ⇨ ⇩ ⇪ « »

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℀ ℁ ℂ ℃ ℄ ℅ ℆ ℇ ℈ ℉ ℊ ℋ ℌ ℍ ℎ ℏ ℐ ℑ ℒ ℓ ℔ ℕ № ℗ ℘ ℙ ℚ ℛ ℜ ℝ ℞ ℟
℠ ℡ ™ ℣ ℤ ℥ Ω ℧ ℨ ℩ K Å ℬ ℭ ℮ ℯ ℰ ℱ Ⅎ ℳ ℴ ℵ ℶ ℷ ℸ ℻ ⅍ ⅎ ⅓ ⅔ ⅕ ⅖ ⅗ ⅘ ⅙ ⅚ ⅛ ⅜ ⅝ ⅞ ⅟

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☽☾✗✘✓ ✔ ☐ ☑ ☒ ✕ ✖✚✪✣✤✥
✱ ✲ ✳ ❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✿ ✾ ✽ ✼ ✻ ✺ ✹
✸ ✷ ✶ ✵ ✴ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋ ❖
☀ ☂ ☁ ❣ ✚ ✪ ✣ ✤ ✥ ✦ ❉ ❥ ❦ ❧
❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✄ ☪ ➸ ♨ ☢ ☠ ☭ ♈ ☮ ☯
♋ ☡ ☢ ☣ ☤ ☥ ☦ ☧ ☨ ☩ ☪ ☫ ☬ ☭
♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟ ۩ ۞
♠ ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ✦✧✩✫✬✭✮✯✰ ☼ ❣
♲ ♳ ♴ ♵ ♶ ♷ ♸ ♹ ♺ ♻ ♼ ♽♯♩♪♫♬♭
☰ ☱ ☲ ☳ ☴ ☵ ☶ ☷ ☚ ☛ ☜ ☝ ☞ ☟
☿ ♀ ♁ ♂ ♃ ♄ ♅ ♆ ♇ ♈ ♉ ♊ ♌ ♍
△ ▲ ☆ ★ ◇ ◆ ■ □ ▽ ▼ ❤❥♎ ♏ ✐✌
๑ ＃ ＠ ＆ ＊ ￥ ☸ ☆ ★ ✪ ¤ ☼ ☀ ☽☾
♡ ღ☻ ☺ ❂ ◕ ⊕ ☉ Θ o O ♋ ☯ ㊝ ⊙ ◎
◑ ◐ ۰ • ● ▪ ▫ ｡ ﾟ ๑ ☜ ☞ ☂ ♨ ☎ ☏ ✍✡ ツ

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ಠ_ಠ ◕ ◡ ◕ °__° ಥ__ಥ
(-`ω´- ) (●ゝω)ノヽ(∀＜●) >_<
⊙▂⊙ ⊙o⊙ ⊙︿⊙　 ⊙ω⊙　⊙△⊙　 ⊙▽⊙
(◡_◡) (◕-◕) (◕o◕) (∩_∩)

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┄ ┅ ┆ ┇ ┈ ┉ ┊ ┋ ⋮ ⋯ ⋰ ⋱
─ ━ │ ┃┌ ┐ ┍ ┑ ┎ ┒ ┏ ┓ └ ┘ ┕ ┙ ┖ ┚ ┗ ┛
┞ ┟ ┢ ┡ ┦ ┧ ┩ ┪
┣ ┫┝ ┥┠ ┨├ ┤
┬ ┭ ┮ ┯ ┰ ┱ ┲ ┳ ┴ ┵ ┶ ┷ ┸ ┹ ┺ ┻ ┼ ┽ ┾ ┿
╀ ╁ ╂ ╃ ╄ ╅ ╆ ╇ ╈ ╉ ╊ ╋ ╌ ╍ ╎ ╏
═ ║ ╒ ╓ ╔ ╕ ╖ ╗ ╘ ╙ ╚ ╛ ╜ ╝ ╞ ╟
╠ ╡ ╢ ╣ ╤ ╥ ╦ ╧ ╨ ╩ ╪ ╫ ╬
╭ ╮ ╯ ╰ ╱ ╲ ╳ ╴ ╵ ╶ ╷ ╸ ╹ ╺ ╻
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⊀ ⊁ ⊂ ⊃ ⊄ ⊅ ⊆ ⊇ ⊈ ⊉ ⊊ ⊋ ⊏ ⊐ ⊑ ⊒
⊕ ⊖ ⊗ ⊘ ⊙ ⊚ ⊛ ⊜ ⊝ ⊞ ⊟
⊠ ⊡ ⊢ ⊣ ⊤ ⊥ ⊦ ⊧ ⊨ ⊩ ⊪ ⊫ ⊬ ⊭ ⊮ ⊯
⊰ ⊱ ⊲ ⊳ ⊴ ⊵ ⊶ ⊷ ⊸ ⊹ ⊺ ⊻ ⊼ ⊽ ⊾ ⊿
⋀ ⋁ ⋂ ⋃ ⋄ ⋅ ⋆ ⋇ ⋈ ⋉ ⋊ ⋋ ⋌ ⋍
⋎ ⋏ ⋐ ⋑ ⋒ ⋓ ⋔ ⋖ ⋗ ⋘ ⋙ ⋚ ⋛ ⋜ ⋝ ⋞ ⋟
⋠ ⋡ ⋢ ⋣ ⋤ ⋥ ⋦ ⋧ ⋨ ⋩ ⋪ ⋫ ⋬ ⋭

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◀ ◁ ◂ ◃ ◄ ◅ ◆ ◇ ◈ ◉ ◊
○ ◌ ◍ ◎ ● ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕
◖ ◗ ◘ ◙ ◚ ◛ ◜ ◝ ◞ ◟
◠ ◡ ◢ ◣ ◤ ◥ ◦ ◧ ◨ ◩ ◪ ◫ ◬ ◭ ◮ ◯

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๑☺ ☻ ☼♣ ♥ ♦·۰•●○●ஐﻬ↔ ↕ ▪ ▫ ▬♦ ◊ ◦♫ ♪ ღˇ √ « » ™ ♂♀ ©№® ◦º°×°º◦ ´¯`·»ºØ´ ׺°”˜`”°º×»- ஆ ௰ Þ ௫ |

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ゃōゃ ♡๑۩ﺴ ☜ ☞ ☎ ☏♡ ⊙◎ ☺ ☻✖╄ஐﻬ ► ◄ ▧ ▨ ♨ ◐ ◑ ↔ ↕ ▪ ▫ ☼ ♦ ▀ ▄ █▌ ▐░ ▒ ▬♦ ◊ ◦ ☼ ♠♣ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ◘ ◙ ◈ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩ ♭ ♪ の ☆ → あ ぃ ￡ ❤ ｡◕‿◕｡

＃ ＠ ＆ ＊ ￥☸ ❁ ❀ ✿ ✾ ❃ ✺ ❇ ❈ ❊ ❉ ✱ ✲ ✩ ✫ ✬ ✭ ✮ ✰ ☆ ★ ✪ ¤ ☼ ☀ ☽ ☾ ❤ ♡ ღ☻ ☺ ❂ ◕ ⊕ ☉ Θ o O ♋ ☯ ㊝ ⊙ ◎ ◑ ◐ ۰ • ● ▪ ▫ ｡ ﾟ ๑ ☜ ☞ ☂ ♨ ☎ ☏

︻ ︼ ︽ ︾ 〈 〉 ︿ ﹀ ∩ ∪ ﹁ ﹂ ﹃ ﹄﹝ ﹞ ＜ ＞ ≦ ≧ ﹤ ﹥ 「 」 ︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺〔 〕 【 】 《 》 （ ） ｛ ｝ ﹙ ﹚ 『 』 ﹛ ﹜╳ ＋ － ﹢ × ÷ ＝ ≠ ≒ ∞ ˇ ± √ ⊥ ∠ ∟ ⊿ ㏒

▶ ▷ ◀ ◁ ☀ ☁ ☂ ☃ ☄ ★ ☆ ☇ ☈ ☉ ☊ ☋ ☌ ☍ ☑ ☒☢ ☸ ☹ ☺ ☻ ☼ ☽ ☾ ♠ 　 ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ♨ ♩ ✙ ✈ ✉ ✌ ✁ ✎ ✐ ❀ ✰ ❁ ❤ ❥ ❦❧ ➳ ➽ 〠 〄 ㍿ ♝ ♞

♯♩♪♫♬♭♮ ☎ ☏ ☪ ♈ ♨ ºº ₪ ¤ 큐 « » ™ ♂✿ ♥ の ↑ ↓ ← → ↖ ↗ ↙ ↘ ㊣ ◎ ○ ● ⊕ ⊙ ○　 △ ▲ ☆ ★ ◇ ◆ ■ □ ▽ ▼ § ￥ 〒 ￠ ￡ ※ ♀ ♂ © ® ⁂ ℡ ↂ░ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▧

✐✌✍✡✓✔✕✖ ♂ ♀ ♥ ♡ ☜ ☞ ☎ ☏ ⊙ ◎ ☺ ☻ ► ◄ ▧ ▨ ♨ ◐ ◑ ↔ ↕ ♥ ♡ ▪ ▫ ☼ ♦ ▀ ▄ █ ▌ ▐ ░ ▒ ▬ ♦ ◊ ◘ ◙ ◦ ☼ ♠ ♣ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ◘ ◙ ◈ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩ ♭ ♪ ✄☪☣☢☠

㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰

✗✘✚✪✣✤✥✦✧✩✫✬✭✮✯✰ ✱✲✳❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖☀☂☁【】┱ ┲ ❣ ✚ ✪ ✣ ✤ ✥ ✦ ❉ ❥ ❦ ❧ ❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✄ ☪ ☣ ☢ ☠ ☭ ♈ ➸ ✓ ✔ ✕ ✖ *.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.: ◘

【】〖〗＠﹕﹗/ " _ < > `,·。≈{}~ ～() _ -『』√ $ @ * & # ※ 々∞Ψ ∪∩∈∏ の ℡ ぁ §∮〝〞ミ灬ξ№∑⌒ξζω＊ㄨ ≮≯ ＋－×÷﹢﹣±／＝∫∮∝ ∞ ∧∨ ∑ ∏ ∥∠ ≌ ∽ ≦ ≧ ≒﹤﹥じ☆

■♀『』◆◣◥▲Ψ ※◤ ◥ →№←㊣∑⌒〖〗＠ξζω□∮〓※∴ぷ▂▃▅▆█ ∏【】△√ ∩¤々♀♂∞①ㄨ≡↘↙▂▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █┗┛╰☆╮ ≠ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅┢┦aΡｐy .......♧♧ ☜♥☞.︻︼─一　▄︻┻┳═一

﹏◢ ◣ ◥ ◤ ▽ ▧ ▨ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ◘ ◙ ▓ ▒ ░ Café № ＠ ㊣ ™ ℡ 凸 の ๑۞๑ ๑۩ﺴ ﺴ۩๑ o(‧'''‧)o ❆ べò⊹⊱⋛⋋ ⋌⋚⊰⊹ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ べ ☀ ☼ ☜ ☞ ⊙® ◈ ♦ ◊ ◦ ◇ ◆ εїз

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げこごさざしじすぜそぞただちぢっつづてでとどなにぬねのはば ♪♫╭♥ ๑•ิ.•ัﻬஐ ✎ぱひびぴふぶぷへべぺほぼぽまみむめも

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[Ash Sacrifice]

Time is slowly slipping from you and me,
Like cold water droplets from thawing ice,
The minutes past too fast to make you see,
To be near would be so heavenly nice,

Hours move like glaciers over the waters,
Theres a moment always left in the past,
Days move too quickly to make things better,
Its difficult to describe what cant last,

*~.:Today was a typical morning in New York for Willow Blair. Waking up to the noise of the city streets was now a normality for the nearly graduated high-school student. Willow yawned and stretched out in her hand-me-down bed and rolled out from under the covers. Today was a new day, it was the day she would ask that guy out at the mall she had a crush on for some time now to a newly released movie. It would be perfect. Willow was a tall beautiful women, with long sandy blond/brown hair and green aquamarine eyes. She had curves but was very athletic it helps when she runs around for her Godfather. Stretching out again, Willow sighed happily when she felt her spine crackle with relief. Ruffling up her hair, the girl crawled on her bed to open her window's blinds. A small frown appeared across her face when she discovered heavy fog on the city streets below and water on the outside of her window. Crested fallen, Willow sighed and walked away.

Her godfather's apartment was in a very important building near the center of the New York's madness. They lived on the tenth level and very comfortably. Thanks to Willow's biological parent's fortune it only added to the wealth that her Godfather had. He worked for an advertising company and made millions yearly. But most of it went to charities or those in need. This morning the house was very quiet except the traffic outside. Normally there would be some type of loud music as her family cooked and got ready for the day. Willow glanced at her clock on her desk. It was very early in the morning. where could they be?

Willow glanced around her clean room. She quickly made her bed then went off to take a shower. An hour or so later, Willow was ready to face the world. Her skin was soft and smelt of apples. Her hair was pushed over her left shoulder and she wore her favorite white spaghetti strap shirt over a form fitting shirt. Around her neck was a black thin leather chocker with a silver marble size pendant. Willow treasured this necklace and would give her right arm for it. Willow walked down stairs - the apartment was rather large so it was roughly two stories. Basically a small house crammed into a huge building. The kitchen opened into the living room. A big plasma television faced the rooms. The youth walked into the kitchen. There on the refrigerator door was a note;

"Dear Willow, we had to leave early for your brother's wife. There was an emergency last night. We'll call you in the after noon. Love Mom and Dad."

Willow sighed. Her older brother lived way cross country, it would be some time before her parents got back. With a shrug, Willow opened the fridge for some orange juice and a banana. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Willow sat down with her orange juice in a glass and her banana. She flipped on the television and watched the morning news. Something about a train hold up came on, but nothing to serious. They caught the guys who were threatening the people's lives. Willow sighed and wished for a life like that; adventure and excitement. Of coarse in that life, Willow wouldn't be a klutz or a freak as some would consider. Willow sighed again and changed channels clearly bored with her own life.

Eventually a time passed and Willow got bored. She finished up breakfast, turned the TV off, grabbed her favorite sweat jacket, and walked out the apartment door, locking it behind her. Walking down the gray hall seemed like a blur. Willow was a fast walker. The trip down the elevator, out into the lobby, the quick morning wave to the door man, and a quick taxi ride to the mall was a daily ritual that was too dumb to go into further detail than that.

The weather outside was unfortunate, but it didn't dampen her spirits. She would ask him out no matter what. The mall was crazy, no surprise there. Walking through the crowd - well more of shoving through the crowd - Willow finally made it to a sports store where her crush worked. She spotted the dashing man behind the counter. Their eyes made contact and he waved to her friendly. Willow felt her heart race. She walked up to the counter, staying out of the line. He nodded to her and gestured for someone else to take over his job. He was a tall dark haired boy with a perfect tan. Willow was star struck. They walked over to the back of the store and Willow became very nervous. He was a good looking boy and very popular. When she asked, her world seemed to shatter like broken glass.

Willow left the mall and didn't bother to get a taxi ride back. She'd rather drown in the fog then sit in a taxi. Her head was hung low and she didn't care where she was at the moment, her mind focused on him saying, 'Sorry... but your just not my type...'. Willow suddenly gasped when she felt ice cold water splash on her as a car zoomed by driving through a water puddle. Stopping on the side walk, Willow looked like a drowned miserable rat. Thank God it was drizzling, no one could see the tears running down her face.

"I'm not his type..." she muttered sadly. Her eyes focused on the cement below, people shoved her around and she ended up in an alley way. Willow leaned against the brick wall. The alley way wasn't special, just dark and smelt horrible. Willow rubbed at her wet eyes with her sleeves, trying very hard to stop crying. Rejection was always hard for her.

Years never seem too last in that one way,
Precious moments never stay forever,
Seconds go by too fast before I can say,
Havent you felt something special, ever?

In this small moment theres one thing too do,
Give me the small chance to say, I love you.

[Ash Sacrifice]

L A U R I E

I tried to be the one that everybody loved
Where has that gotten me?
I tear myself to shreds to prove that I'm someone
That I could never be

-=:Today wasn't special. Actually it was. The fair was in town and the one chance for Lorena Davis to be normal - as normal as any seventeen year old could be. However the nasty habit of putting on the act was normal. Waking up to the buzz of an alarm clock, Laurie got up in something of a rush. She didn't want to miss the Fair. Laurie looked around her clean room and grabbed her favorite black shirt, dark wash jeans and sneakers and ran across the hall to get in the shower. As she got cleaned, Laurie thought about something she did last night.

After taking a rushed shower, Laurie got dried off and dressed. Finally she darted into the living room. Her house wasn't impressive. It was just a lonely little apartment down town and not in the best conditions. Sleeping on a crocked couch was her mother with an empty bottle in her had. Laurie hesitated. Her mother wasn't violent per-say, just easy to set off. Laurie tipped toed across the living room floor, gathering the empty bottles and tossing them away. Quietly she cleaned the kitchen, the small living room, and turned off the television. Once the apartment looked as best as it could, which wasn't much better than with the bottle, Laurie scribbled a note on the fridge. Telling her mother that she would be out for the day at the festival. It was easy for her to go out on her own. Laurie often times had to be by herself even in her own home. With a final sigh, Laurie tied up the top half of her long brunette hair and hurried for the door, snagging her car keys and rushing out into the hall, down the crocked stairs and into a small slug bug in the back parking lot.

Driving with thumping music made Laurie at ease. She hated the silence. Laurie quickly drove herself to the fair and parked across the street. Careful of other cars of coarse, Laurie was always cautious about others. Before stepping out of the parked car, she glanced into the review mirror and fluffed up her hair, making sure she looked perfect. The little heart necklace was a perfect touch to her simple but alluring shirt. Once satisfied with her own appearance, Laurie reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a few twenty dollar bills. Her mother wouldn't notice - like she ever notices her won daughter. Stuffing the money in her back pocket, Laurie finally got out of the bug and pranced across the street towards the fair.

Quickly Lauire got caught up in the madness and felt that it was starting to get overwhelming. She slipped her way around, passing two people who just ran into each other; a cute guy and a girl with sun glasses. Laurie passed a moment to stare at the two and quickly assumed they would hang out, hook up and get married - all that fun stuff. Why bother with anyone who was already taken? Suddenly she herself got bumped and looked down at a little kid. Laurie and the child stared at each other a little surprised. The child then ran off returning to his mother. Laurie sighed heavily and wrapped her arms around herself and started off, walking to one of the arts and crafts stands. Along with the rides, there were plenty of shops that people sell self made items. She kept to herself, every now and then messing with her hair, or checking to make sure her shirt was straight.

Now these unsightly marks define me
So help me, please someone come quick
I think I am losing it
Forgive me, I inherited this
From a stranger I'll never miss. . .
I'm sick.

[Ash Sacrifice]

*~{The City of Love. What a filthy place. She wished she had stayed back in Transylvania getting paid to get rid of vampires there. However, she knew her limits and there were far to many for her to handle at the moment. The werewolf had no choice but to flee from the snow tundra of Romania.

Now here she was, Shiloh Heartless standing under the Eiffel Tower in the darkness. Nothing but the moon light lit the earth below. Then again there were sparkles of gas street lamps and the occasional light from a home window. The air was crisp, a common sign for winter's approach. It would soon be more breathtaking when Father Winter's cloak blanketed the City of Love. Shiloh smiled, which was very rare for the raven haired werewolf to do, winter was a fun time for her. Her prey couldn't run as fast on ice, not like her.

A momentary wind hit her pale face. Her brown eyes looked around, behind her. From where she stood, in the shadow of the southern most leg of the grand tower, Shiloh should have been blocked by any means of air movement. Someone was stalking her. Greatly amused by the stalkers attempt to sneak up on her, Shiloh decided to remain calm, give him the idea he was going to surprise her. Shiloh closed her eyes and sighed heavily. Stuffing her fingerless gloved hands into her black soft leather long coat, Shiloh leaned against the cold brick of the tower, her muscles relaxed but her ears alert for any sounds of movement.

Shiloh waited. In that moment she though about how she must look. Here was a girl, with long raven hair tied into a loose pony tail, near moonlight white skin, big brown bronze colored eyes, wearing a black leather long coat, dark slacks, and heavy boots. Her figure was shapely and fit. Werewolves had to be in top shape, especially when it comes to Vampires. Shiloh knew she looked perfectly defenseless, she loved the surprised look on the attackers face when they realize they lost. Her humor was noticeably twisted.

"Trespasser!" came a shout. It was a male's voice, and its scent sweet. A common thing about Vampires, their scent was sweet like nectarines or something. Werewolves often times smelt like dogs, who would have guessed. Slowly Shiloh looked up and stared at the man standing in the moon light. He was alone, but strong looking. A challenge. Something Shiloh had waited for a long time.

"Whose trespassing? If you haven't noticed I am still on the werewolf half of the tower." Shiloh spoke. Her voice twisted and cunning, like a fox. Her eyes locked with his knowing she was right. The Eiffel Tower was the dividing line between the two families. This was agreed long ago, but she also knew that the Vampires were slowly taking over, even in this time of Peace. She didn't like that fact. Vampires were just as spineless as the Werewolves that called her one of their own.

Anger easily rose up in her chest. Shiloh's eyes flashed gold, a common thing in Werewolves. Rolling her neck, she felt the bones pop. Ready. Shiloh easily pushed herself off the wall and stalked towards the vampire at an angle. Under the tower, between all four legs, the two rivals moved around in a circle waiting for the other to strike first. Shiloh had patience - sometimes. But the vampire broke it first. He ran right at her, thinking he could over power her. Shiloh simply side stepped, drawing out a long silver sword from her coat. The sword a magnificent weapon, not many people use it, rare does a Werewolf. But because of Shiloh's condition, she had no other choice unless she wanted to shape shift. No, fighting single handed was much more amusing.

The vampire stumbled forward, and quickly recovered. He turned on Shiloh and saw the weapon. She planted her ground, planning her next move. She charged forward at great speed, the vampire charged as well. At the moment of impact, Shiloh dropped down, kicking her feet forward. He saw this movement and angled downward. Bad idea, Shiloh plunged her sword upward, perfectly aiming the swords blade into his chest right where his heart would have been. The vampire chocked and stared at her shocked. Shiloh frowned however, she didn't mean to aim there, just force of habit. The vampire started twitching and suddenly - poof. He exploded in to dust. Bone and flesh dust fell on Shiloh and she coughed.

Standing to her feet, dusting herself off, Shiloh sighed heavily. That wasn't a challenge, it was a punk wannabe. Throughly disappointed in the short battle, Shiloh sheathed the weapon into its home at her hip. The Werewolf shivered, the sword she held was her own enemy. Silver was often considered such. Walking slowly over to her spot under the souther leg of the tower, Shiloh wondered if the vampire she just killed was important. Like she really cared. But the werewolf knew there would be a problem if any other vampire found the bone dust. Her scent was everywhere. However, this didn't discourage the werewolf girl to enjoy the moonlight.

Never Trust The Innoncence In My Eyes
Shiloh Heartless
The Reject

[Ash Sacrifice]

[X] [[Ϯ ɘ ӎ ҏ ɘ § Ϯ ɘ]] [X]

Tempeste sighed, not knowing what to do now. The girl materialized into sand, and the boy sprouted feathers and flew off. Thinking about it, Tempeste often times wished she could do cool stuff like those characters. Most she could do was cut someone and pour lemon juice into it. Tempeste flexed her right hand paw so the claws popped out and shinned in the sunlight. Her claws were roughly an inch long and curved like a raptors claw. Very deadly if she cut you across the throat. But still, claws weren't as affective as knives or swords. Maybe she should pick up a new skill.

With a heavy sigh, the cat demon thief pushed herself off the tree and started walking towards Taimat, Ataro and Kyo. All that was missing was Aron. Pushing her hair out of her face again, Tempeste looked to Ataro curiously. She often admired the strongest of the group, shocking that it had to be a women. Tempeste was not complaining, it only proved that women are in fact stronger if you want to be sexist about the entire deal. Anyway, Tempeste put her paws on her hip and looked up. She didn't speak much, because normally she didn't know what to say to them. In reality it was easier because she could relate to the girls, however in the game, it was their world and she was often times lost in it. But being lost isn't such a bad thing. Tempeste knew this place just as well as the rest of them, but not enough to be technical about it.

But then she remembered the knight. He was still posing a threat to the group. Tempeste took a step back, half hiding herself behind the group. She wasn't one for being forward. She'd rather sneak up behind someone bam! Their goods would be gone. Glancing at her friends, she stayed back. Her eyes were locked on the man, he had that bad feeling all around him. Tempeste, without thought, released a low growl.

X•X [[Smile]] X•X
It makes them wonder

[Ash Sacrifice]

[ღ] [[Ç ђ a Я ζ ɸ Ϯ Ϯ ɘ]] [ღ]
It was early morning. Everyone was either still fast asleep, or getting ready for Nina's wonderful breakfast. Everyone except Charlotte May. Walking down the road back to the self proclaimed home, a young American girl with brunette hair was merrily humming to herself. Her hair was jostled all over her face, masking a cut across her left cheek. It had been a long night for the rogue of the group. Out stealing again, and nearly getting caught too. The brunette stopped to look herself over, making sure she got the goods.

The American girl wasn't your typical girl. She was a pretty thing, dainty and weak looking. But that was only a mask. Her black jacket was torn, the sleeve all bunched up around her left wrist. There was a thin long cut running down her shoulder to her elbow. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. She was tired, sore, hungry and above all else in need of a shower. Hanging off her right shoulder was a heavy sack full of random food and such. She didn't mind stealing, it was getting away that was the tricky part. Rolling her dark brown eyes, Charlotte looked forward. She started walking again. A cold breeze ran up her leg entering a hole in the knee of her jeans. She could feel the dirt of the road start to enter her shoe through a hold. If anything she should have stolen a new pair of shoes. Oh well, the stuff she got was for her friend, so it would make them happy and that's all she wanted.

Walking up to the entrance, Charlotte stopped and double checked that no one was following her. She lost who ever it was that was chasing her a while back. Charlotte laughed softly to herself. Basically she got spotted and darted for an alley. In the alley was trash cans galore and everything. She managed to confuse the guy by trowing the cans around and slipping away by using a fire escape to climb up to on the roof. She was in such a rush that a sharp edge cut her arm, tearing her sleeve. From there she had ran under the moon light and jumped off the building. She had forgot about gravity and started to fall. However, out of sheer dumb luck, she grabbed a flag pole and only fell one story level. When she fell, Charlotte had hit a pile of garbage bags. Somewhere in the mess, a piece of glass cut her face. She officially looked like she got mugged.

Charlotte blinked and shook away the memory. Her face was always smiling even if she got hurt, which kind of crept everyone else out a bit. She went for the handle and realized she had locked it before going out last night. Reaching into her many pocketed jacket, Charlotte found her pick-lock kit. With ease she cracked open the door and it swung open. Charlotte smiled to herself and easily walked into their home, locking the door behind her. However, she stopped in the entranceway and took off her shoes, jacket and dropped the sack down on the tiled floor. She was planning on getting clean first. Stepping around the corner, her brown eyes landed on Nina and Cho. Charlotte studied the boy girl for a moment. For the longest time she always thought Cho was a guy. Can never be to hopeful.

"Morning everyone! Nina, it smells wonderful!" Charlotte said brightly, not entering the kitchen just yet. She didn't want to be rude and sit down looking like she did. Charlotte waved cheerfully and then blinked. She pointed towards the hallway leading to the rooms. "I'm going to take a quick shower then join you girls for breakfast."

Charlotte kept her smile, it was small but noticeable. Only on very important occasions does she give her big flashy smile. Charlotte wondered if any one had ever seen her frown. Rarely does she frown and cry. No one has seen her cry yet. That's actually how she wanted it to remain. They wouldn't be able to think of her as weak or unimportant, even though she had no idea why she really was here in the first place other than to steal for the group.

Charlotte walked down the hallway and hurried to her bedroom for clean cloths, then off to the bathroom. She liked being clean, but it wasn't her top priority. The American girl locked herself in and jumped into the shower. As she got clean, Charlotte started to think again. Other than stealing, she was rather pointless to be in the group. But she wasn't complaining, it was her escape from CONTROL and her sister so it all worked out. After a speedy shower, and drying her hair, Charlotte left the bathroom in a fresh attire and smelling better than ever. Her hair was thick with life, her skin a glow, and a normal spring in her step. She now wore a black t-shirt, a pair of denim shorts, and no shoes. Around her neck was her favorite choker, and again around her waist was several belts. Her cut on her upper arm was wrapped in white bandages, like a mummy, and the cut on her cheek was covered with a bandage.

As if nothing was wrong, which was typical for Charlotte, she walked back into the kitchen and looked at Nina and Cho again. Charlotte looked around and thought a moment. They'd be asking sooner or later what the hell happened, and she'd be more than happy to tell. Wandering over to the cabinets, she grabbed out the bread and peanut butter. It was easy, plus she would have whatever Nina was making if there was still any left. She made her sandwich and and hopped onto the counter eating merrily, her head bobbed side to side like she was singing in her head. Nothing really stayed locked in her skull unless it was deathly urgent.

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So they'll never see the pain

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X●X || Poisoned || X●X
So the world can't hurt me

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Who would want to destroy such beauty? She would! Starring down at the bug before her knees, the dark blue head watched it twitch. She liked it when they twitch. Normally bugs have six legs, this one did to before it crossed her path. Now it had four, and soon three. Her eyes danced watching the helpless creature silently scream as she ripped its leg off. How pathetic life was. There was always another to replace it. All in all, life is very insignificant. Death is the true winner in the game. But this was her chance to play god and to choose who lived and who died. She loved it.

Pushing the insect around with her bare finger, the mad women wondered what it was thinking. Did it wish for death? Was it screaming in agony? Oh how the wonders of the mind confused her so. The world around her didn't stop. The forest was still glistening with life, mist blanketed the mossy undergrowth as trees blotted out the setting sun in the west. Crickets chirped in the distance and fireflies lit up the path. The sweet aroma of water lilies and roses drifted in and out of her nose. The gentle brush of wet droplets in the air gave her skin goosebumps. It is a beautiful place, and it is her home.

Growing bored with the now dead bug, she stood up. Her golden brown eyes looked lazily around her surrounding. The woods were thick here in the Dark Zone. Her right hand, wearing a ripped and tattered glove that was missing two of the five fingers, swiped off her dented brown top hat. It was getting cool in the forest, but the humidity made her sweat like a mad man. Her short spikey black hair was in mint condition. It looked like it used something, but it just happened naturally. She loved how perfect it was. Replacing the rather ugly top hat, the woman straightened the collar to her stitched up black coat to hide her lower face again. The tails were tattered and the elbows were worn through. Even if she looked like she just rolled through the dirt - which she might have done - the women always looked her best. She was a pretty maiden, but looks were the last thing on her mind. Here in the forest no one cared about looks, it was all about survival. Perfection.

Suddenly the sweet song of the crickets was silenced. The women blinked and looked to the south, guessing why the crickets dropped their legs. The sound of beating hooves was thunderous against her ears. Grinning ear to ear, the women rushed towards the main road through the forest. This would spice things up for the evening. Ripping legs off of bugs was fun and all, but ripping fingers off was more fun. Running through the forest was easy, easy for her. Anyone new to the lands would get lost the moment they stepped foot into the forest.

Just then the forest stopped. A wide dirt road broke the north forest from the south. The Main Road which lead to the Heart Castle. Her eyes danced around. Phooey, she must have beaten the rider here. Still, her grin didn't falter. Standing in the open of the road, feeling the last warm rays of sunlight, the mad women turned to the east, watching a plume of dust getting tossed up into the air. The steed was fast approaching, it would be hard for the creature to stop. But she didn't care. Playing chicken was a rare game for her. Many folk didn't travel through the forest, only brave souls did.

However, her game was short lived. The rider spotted her with ease and stopped the white beast before her. Her golden brown eyes were well hidden under the shadow of the top hat's brim. Yet, she still could see the rider. A young handsome man with black hair and a scar across his left cheek. Dashing. The man was panting and looked flustered, which only made the women more aroused. The man gulped and dismounted the horse. He looked serious. Her smile quickly turned upside down.

So, you're the mad men terrorizing the poor travelers of my master's forest stated the rider resting his hand on the handle to a sword on the belt around his waist. A knight. Her smile wasn't sure wither to smile or continue frowning, she hadn't had a knight in her forest in some time. Escpecially some knight from the Royal Gaurd - he had the recognizable Black Heart symbol over his heart, and in side the Black Heart was a White Heart. That meant he belonged to the Heart Army. If she could remember correctly, there was one large army; Army of Aces. Then that army divided up into four smaller ones. This foot solider belonged to the Heart Division. Fun. But her line of thinking was cut short went he grinned.

I was expecting someone more, fierce and ugly... instead I see a thorned beauty he said smoothly.

Her expression turned annoyed. No one really complemented her, at least not in a positive manner. A sweet talker, how disgusting. Rolling her eyes, the mad women walked straight up to the knight and sucker punched him in the face. He stumbled back, shocked by the blunt blow. He brushed at his lower lip with the back of his hand, blood oozed out from the broken skin. He glared at the women and charged, his armored fist ready for striking. She moved her head with ease out of line of attack, and brought her knee up into his lower gut. The knight coughed and fell to the ground, gasping for air. The women kicked him over, his metal breast place barely protecting his ribs from the powerful blow. He laid on his back staring at the sky above. His view was then blocked by the woman's face. She knelt down at his side, her knee on his chest, pinning him to the ground. Gently she picked up his hand and slipped off the metal glove, then slowly the soft leather under glove. She touched his flesh. His breathing quickly became irregular as she made his fingers touch her face. His had soft hands.

You have such soft skin she whispered in an eerie voice. Ghost like. Suddenly she grabbed his index finger and twisted. A loud crack echoed into the night shortly followed by a shout of pain. Blood squirted all over the place. Standing up, the women turned away from the knight who held his hand. He sat up and watched her go with his finger.

Y-You're mad! he shouted after her, blood trickling down his arm, staining his nice white shirt. The women stopped and turned around looking down at the knight. His finger held in her right hand, blood dripping from the stump. A twisted smile danced across her face as she slowly returned to his side pushing him back to the ground, and kneeling on his chest. She dropped the finger and touched his face with her finger tips, blood following in their shadow across his scar. She leaned very close, her lips inches from his.

We're all mad here she whispered. With the final ray of sunlight, the knight's scream echoed into the air. The sound disturbed birds from their nests, and silenced all night lullabies. The screaming only lasted a moment. A sick laughter soon rang through the trees as she tortured the solider.

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It's what makes the world go around

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The alarm was late. Why was the alarm late!? Chantal blinked. She was late!?! Falling out of the bed, onto the empty floor, a white headed girl scrambled for her things. Hopefully she didn't miss the run down. The girl rushed for her shower. Her brother and herself managed to get an apartment together a few blocks from their favorite hang out. Though they live like separate lives out side the Order. Grumbling to herself, Chantal hadn't done much that day other than sleeping. She knew something was happening at the Hideout, so why waste a day to sleep through the meeting. Running into the shower, striping at mock five, Chantal turned on the water to ubber hot and nearly screamed. She was not a morning - or late night person. Chantal liked her sleep.

After a quick, burning shower, Chantal dressed up her hair, making it feathery soft and a little spikey flips. Her face was flawless, but she always put on a thin lining of black eyeliner and some black mascara, then snagged her lip gloss. After finishing her face, Chantal ran off to get her outfit. A teal long sleeve shirt over a white laced cami. The white head grabbed a pair of dark wash jeans and her heavy snow boots. She didn't dress heavy, she liked being cute no matter what. Darting out of her spotless room, Chantal hurried through the dark kitchen - tripping over Chris's shoes. God can't he clean up? She paused when she grabbed her black leather jacket and matching teal scarf. Chris could be in one of two places - here in his room - or at the hide out. Just to be certain, she could ditch him here and go to the hideout. She had a her own means of transportation. Though it wasn't entirely ethical to drive around a motorcycle in a snow storm, it was the only thing her brother would allow her to do that was life risking.

"He has his car." Chantal told herself, slipping into her black leather jacket and wrapping the scarf around her long neck. She snagged her house keys, her motorcycle keys, the hideout keys and of coarse her black sleek helmet before dashing out into the hall way. Chantal wasn't exactly graceful - she was klutzy cute sort to speak. She ran down the hallway, jumped down the several flight of steps and rushed to the back garage. Her beautiful Honda Motorcycle was waiting for her, freezing in the garage. Mounting the sleek piece of machinery, Chantal pushed the keys in and reeved up the engine. The motorcycle's engine echoed in the garaged and in no time, Chantal was zipping out of the garage and into back alleys. Chris asked her not to drive on road, so she would at least respect that.

The dark skies were above her, the city lights zipped around her, and the snow covered everything. If she had time, she would have walked. But she was running late. Why was she always running late? Could it be that Chris sabotage her clock - again? Why does he always have to go off and do that!? Chantal could be useful to the gang if he would let her. Rolling her eyes, the white blond focused on driving through the snow covered alleys. The ride was fairly short. She drove up behind the hideout and hit the kick stand down. Pulling off her helmet, Chantal shook her hair out. If it were slow motion it would have been like right off the movies. She held it under her right arm securely. A cloud escaped her lips as she sighed. Pulling out her lip gloss she put on a careful layer and smiled. She always looked great.

"I hope I didn't miss much." she muttered dismounting the motorcycle and trotted up to the back door. She opened it up and stepped inside to the warm hideout. She smiled brightly as the jacket slipped off her shoulders and was placed on the coat rack. Her ear's picked up voices. So far she could hear Anya, Aya, Angela, Gabriel, and possibly Ryan. A slight frown appeared knowing that her hidden crush hadn't shown up just yet. Rolling her eyes, Chantal kicked off the snow from her heavy workers boots and stepped out into the meeting room. It looked like a living room but whatever it was called, it was the meeting room to her. Clearly she came in just as Ayna mentioned a jewel. Was that the new job? Very well might be.

"What? You guys started the party without me?" Chantal teased as she waved to her friends. The eighteen year old was of lowest rank in the Order, but she always had fun no matter what. Sometimes though, she did come off as a push over and rather annoying at times. But they didn't kick her out yet, so it was only fair. Chantal stayed standing, her helmet between her hip and right hand. She was strutting a pose as she stood there looking at her friends. Chantal always looked great, which was ironic to her nickname - Ragdoll, but she loved that better than Baby which her brother calls her occasionally. She smiled, glad to have finally beaten her brother here for once.

X•X || Ragdoll || X•X
I'll always stitch up the wounds

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A fisherman's work rarely ends - even in bad weather. It was well in the chilly morning. The sounds from the docks were echoing all over the place. Annoying Seagulls cawing over the waves, the scent of sea salt drifting in the wind, the light misting of water on the skin. It was a typical morning on the docks for the young fisher-woman. Sea Men were running about, carrying large crates on their shoulders, some wrangling with nearly dead fish, other sharing a good laugh with their fellow crew mates. It was very early and already the sea life seemed to be buzzing with activities. This was no different for the sea siren herself; Theo North.

Standing on the ledge of the crows nest, a young brunette held her gaze to the horizon. She leaned far out over the railing, her feet well planted on the railing. Gripped tightly in her hand was the only thing helping her defy gravity; the flag's rope. Her long brunette hair whipped widely in the air, flicking against her face like small whips. Her face was expressionless as she focused on the horizon, her sea green eyes wondering wither she saw anything or not. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt a head ache coming on. Looking down, she watched her men wandering around doing chores like ants below her. A sharp shiver ran up her spine as she quietly observed them. Suddenly a shout from the deck broke her concentration. Theo gasped and felt her feet slip on the wet railing.

Her gloved hand automatically squeezed tightly on the rope, however the wet weather made it slick. Gravity won out, and like she was on some zip line, Theo came sliding down at an incredible rate. The wind hit her bare face and arms. Her white shirt was getting soaked. Within seconds, the deck was right there. Theo grabbed the rope with both hands and braced herself. The deck hit her feet, and the momentum pushed her farther down. Without thought, she ducked and rolled. Then, like a spring, she bounced up to her feet. The wanna be pirate stood proudly amongst her crew.

The big burly men were clapping approvingly. Theo often pulled stunts like that. She was fearless amongst her burly men, well in a crowd at least. If she got caught alone, Theo wasn't her graceful self. Grinning proudly to her ship mates, the siren wandered over to the person who distracted her. Turning her sea green eyes to the docks, Theo saw an elderly lady standing there wrapped up in a thick shawl, holding an empty basket in her wrinkled hands. Theo blinked realizing it was her aunt.

Propelling herself over the railing of the ship, Theo got enough air to be launched in the air, and land on the docks, pulling the same stunt as before, and landed in front of her only family member. Theo smiled brightly and quickly hugged her aunt. The old lady laughed heartedly as she watched show. She clapped wearily.

"You're going to hurt yourself - my brother, your father, always pulled stunts like that." she laughed warmly hugging her niece back. She pushed Theo back suddenly, holding her by the shoulders. The basket hanging on her right arm. Auntie looked her over and shook her head, "Tsk, tsk, you shouldn't be wearing white on the wild seas. you know how perverted they are!"

Theo blinked and looked down at herself. Theo was actually self conscious about her appearance. She was a tiny frame and rather busty chest. She wore a white button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Then she wore black worn slacks, and finally boots. Around her trim waist was a thick belt, one she normally carried tools in - namely her fish hook. But Auntie was right. The wet seas were being very perverted and her white shirt was soaking, showing her white corset. Her face became red at an alarming rate as she heard some snickering behind her. Turning around, Theo looked up at her crew and saw them whispering to each other. Then one had the nerves to throw her a whistle. Theo gaped, shocked and flabbergasted. Wanting dearly to teach them a leason, Theo started moving forward. However, Auntie grabbed her elbow, stopping her just in time. The frustrated and embarrassed teen turned to her aunt with a let me go look in her eyes.

"Here, honey, take my shawl and go to the market. We need some bread." instructed Auntie pulling off her thick shawl. Theo stared at it, at first wanting to shove it back, but she sighed. Her coat was left at home. She forgot it that morning. Taking another glance at the deck hands, Theo took the shawl and the basket. Tossing the fabric over her shoulders, Theo slipped the basket over her left elbow, then went to fix her damp hair. She tied it up and then turned to the deck crew.

"I expect you to finish cleaning! Or else I will mop the deck with your sorry rats tails!" Theo shouted, her voice well carried over the ocean waves. Rolling their eyes, the deck hands went back to work. Theo wasn't captain, her uncle was, but because she was family she had fair grab of the ship if anything happened to Uncle. And Auntie didn't want anything to do with the seas. It was her's until her uncle returned.

Turning away from the cargo and fishing ship, Isis, in name of Uncle's mother, Theo started walking up the decks. She wrapped the shawl around her shoulders in a stylish way, then focused on finding the market. With the basket in her hand, Theo took it upon herself to find the best bread and cheese they could offer.

The walk was rather calming. The beautiful sea side morning was breath taking on sunny days. But this morning it was rather chilly and misty. Theo watched quietly as she walked around the people that were out this morning. It was nasty weather, Theo started to get worried for her uncle. Hopefully the bad storm wouldn't bother him to greatly. With a heavy sigh, Theo looked away from the sea and glanced around the market. No one was opened just yet. Though a General Store did catch her eye. She watched a young man wandered into the store. Theo stopped walking and looked at the sign as it flipped to OPEN. She wondered if she should go into the store alone - or wait for someone else to wander in so that she wouldn't look so awkward. But Auntie needed the bread. They should have it. Taking a deep breath of courage, Theo wandered to the General Store. Biting down on her lip, she pushed the door open. Keeping her statuesque attitude, Theo wandered into the store slowly. Figuring she should be nice, her voice rang out softly;

"Hello?"

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Treasures are Just Beyond the Horizon

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This sucks. No, this bites. Where did that storm even come from? It destroyed everything! Even the port where the ships hooked up to at night. God this bites! Why did this even happen!? The Gods must be laughing at them all with amused smiles and hearty snickers. She hated them.

Standing on the tattered beaches, pieces of boats and the wooden docks could be seen for miles. In the far off horizon there was a tiny speck. The Main Island - her home. However, until rescue comes, Misty Isle was her home now. The fearless child sighed heavily, a six in blade knife twirling anxiously in her hands. Her gray eyes searched the coast trying to find some sort of life which could save her from this mess. Why did she even bother going to this field trip? It wasn't like anyone would remember Reckless Rorschach.

Ember Rorschach stopped twirling the knife and squeezed the handle, slowly she slipped it back into its sheath at her hip. She was a tall girl, with thick brunette hair that was tied up into a careless ponytail and stone gray eyes. Her beautifully tanned skin was amazing for someone who spent all day wandering aimlessly all over the islands. She had a stunning figure as well, curving hips, trimmed waist, and a rather busty chest. Her face however always held a rather bored expression. She never really smiled nor frown. In truth, she concealed her emotions very well.

Ember wore a typical teenager's attire; a black spaghetti-strap shirt, faded rip jeans, sneakers, a wide belt around her waist, a wide belt like wrist watch on her left wrist, and a few random chains around her neck. Its not like she really cared what others thought of her style - it was just something. Ember didn't put enough thought into her outfits like those crazy blonds who spend an hour working on just finding a stupid pair of shoes. Geez, how important are looks? Shaking her head, Ember knew there were better things to worry about - like that freak storm last night and how they were going to get home. Turning her back to the sea and started up the beach towards the local village.

Most of the homes there were empty because business was so poor there. But years ago when they all were younger, it was amazing. Parties, happy times, memories, everything was here. To bad it wasn't Neverland, they wouldn't have grown up. Sad to say, business moved to the main land, but what was left here on the Misty Isles thrived. That would most likely be hotels and selected restaurants. It still was a popular place to go on a honey moon or to get away from the bigger islands. The food and people here were amazing. They had it good. Every night there would be a huge bonfire in the center of the island. Some people here still worship the Greek Gods. Ember secretly did herself, but liked the darker gods such as the Goddess of the Night, Nyx.

Returning to the center of the village, Ember looked around dryly. That storm did a lot of damage. Most of the abandoned buildings were ripped apart. Thankfully nothing important went down like the hotel Ember and her friends were staying at. The homes were located deeper in the forest. They stood on four posts so that in case of a flooding, they wouldn't get damaged. But that did present a problem when a storm hit. When a storm hit, some would topple over like dominoes. The actually attraction of the isles, which lay more center of the rock, was the hotel and a dozen or so restaurants. They were build more like modern day structures. They all faced a huge fire pit, that's where the night ritual took place.

Some of the shops were destroyed and who ever lived on the island - which was like a few hundred or so - were helping neighbors rebuild the structures. Other shops who were damaged but mere water stains started opening as the sun slowly raised into the sky. Ember spotted her childhood favorite breakfast bar. Most of the restaurants were out doors with canopies over head and the kitchen in some back room. Others were set up just like bar counters where the chiefs cook right there in front of you. Her breakfast bar, Bananas'n'Crap`es, was just opening. Quietly she wandered over to the bar and took a seat on the high stool. The Jamaican looking gentleman spotted her and waved to her brightly.

"Ember! My favorite island stowaway! How ya be doin' love?" he said in his thick accented voice. He was an attractive man, but years older than Ember really could accept. Without her telling him, he turned the burner on and the oven top started glowing red. He was a skilled chief and made the best crap`es in the world. In moments flat a hot fresh fruit crap`e was served up with a chilled glass of milk. He remembered her alright, all those years ago.

"Stowaway? I didn't think I was that awful, aye, Francesco?" smirked Ember picking up the fork and started to cut into the crap`e. She calmly popped it into her mouth and a satisfied yum noise came from her throat. She loved his cooking.

The two talked well into the late morning, waiting for her friends to arrive. They could either be helping the villagers, or exploring the uncharted regions of the isle. Ember didn't seem to bother to much with them. If she wasn't hanging out with them, she was trying to break her leg by jumping out of some tall tree. Ember was easily bored. Hopefully they would show up. She kinda wanted them to soon.

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