[ mctesting ] redcapricorn and a rainbow!

[redcapricorn22]

You see what it says!

This would be my testing thread, thank you!

You may look but absolutely, posotutely no stealing!

[redcapricorn22]

♦♣♥♠ remember the name Sun Yun Aerilyn Osrenzanky ♠♥♣♦
b e c a u s e- - -y o u ' l l- - -b e- - -s c r e a m i n g- - -S n o w W h i t e- - -l a t e r

●●● Drum solo here,maybe some piano here, hm, what? Oh! Angyong! Sorry I was writing a piece for my next gig. They call me Sun Yun, but I usually go by Sun, Oz, or Aeri. It was four score and nineteen years ago that I was born on November Twenty-Third, but that's history. I guess you could call me absent-minded, but I don't think I'm anything like that. In fact, I'm very straightforward As par usual to the Sagittarius sign. I'm also a bit of an optimist. Alright, not just a bit, a lot. Even if a puppy died, I'd think the were in a way happier place. You know, with little puppy toys and warm baths and...oh sorry, I dragged on again. Honest, another trait of mine. If I think your dress is ugly, don't expect some white lie from me. Lies are bad. There's never a time where a lie could replace the truth for good reason. Maybe my dire honesty is a little bad, but my band mates like that quality in me. I'm ultimately friendly, any of my fans and friends will tell you that. I like to socialize; I've always been Daddy's little Social Butterfly. I flutter from person to person often, hoping to impress them with my philosophical side or my music. You never see just one side of me. You see all of my dalmatian spots! That's always a good thing, you know. Do you think that makes me just a tad double-faced? Yeah, I guess so. How did I end up at the academy? Well, here's the story. I was originally born in Seoul, South Korea. My mother was a waitress at a bar where American overseas diplomats like to, you know, chill out and have a couple of 'brewskies'. One night, when my father was visiting the overseas department and his co-workers took him out to this bar. Boy, did my father get infatuated. According to both of them, my father spent all night trying to chase her and make her give him her phone number. He was successful in the end. They dated a while, the consulting job my father had gotten covered at least two years, and eventually they had, erm, that. My father finished his job early, mid-July maybe?, and then my mother told him. She was almost four months pregnant. With his child. My father was shocked, but he accepted it. They married in August, and when November twenty-third pulled around my mother started contractions. Six hours later, I was born. So my father left South Korea at least five months late but guess his Christmas present? No, seriously, guess! My mother finally got into the United States, along with me. You could say I've lived most of my life here in Seattle. I know a lot of it and could list history facts like a tour guide on a espresso frenzy! The Academy is mostly paid by my father's family. You could say that they are rich. Scratch that, they are filthy wealthy. There's no limit to how much money they have. They bought stock in Microsoft a while ago, and boom! They now own several banks and such around Washington, Oregon, and most of California. What do I specialize in? The musical arts! Singing and, mostly, guitar playing. I've always been the little rockstar, and now I'll have a certified certificate , but it's not like it's a big deal. You know, I really have a soft spot for music, any music, movies from the eighties, Korean singers, my band mates, fairy tale stories, Japanese anime, and frappes. Especially Seattle's own Starbucks Frappecinos! D-elicious! . It's weird, I know. Oh, and don't bring animal-tested products, daffodils, stalkers, homophobes, Algebra, or Mary-Janes anywhere near me, you hear? God, I hate those things. I've been watching this one kid, Prince Charming, for a little while now. I guess you could say he's sort of like my ultimate fan. I've seen him at most concerts and gigs, always cheering, always smiling when I sing. He's never talked to me, so I don't know a lot about him. I wish I did though. Maybe he's a stalker but I wouldn't go quite that far. I mean, I'm just a straight barbie doll so it's not really a surprise. Can you keep a secret? I didn't think so, but I'm gonna tell you anyway. Here's the thing, I've got a heart condition. A serious one. I almost died at birth it was so bad. I've been in the hospital a few times in my life because my heart was going bad. I'm supposed to get a transplant, but they haven't found any donors yet. My life is always on the edge 'cause of my heart. . Tell anyone and I will hunt you down and make you suffer. Oh, and if you've got a score to settle with me, take it up with redcapricorn22 okay?

[redcapricorn22]

Dae Rose Oseranzky
I'm Miss Paranoid

Some Easy Things About Who I Am

I might have been born with one name but please call me Rose, or just Dae. I'll like that much better.
My mother gave birth to me eighteen years ago
My Zodiac Sign is Leo. So that means that I was born in the month of August, on the day of the first.
If you strip me down you'll see that I'm a barbie girl; in a not so perfect barbie world.
I'll partake in a physical and emotional relationship with a Ken doll.
Because of the previous that makes me heterosexual
The color I love is Pale Violet Red

All About Who I Am

Do you want to know my story? Well you have no choice here it is.
I'll act this way and you'll have to deal with it. Well, I was very social and outgoing in my school in Korea. I was a friendly, popular, kind girl who had nothing to lose and nothing to worry about. But now that I've moved, I am so shy. I cannot talk, I cannot think, all I see is popular kids and how I'm not with them. It's so stressful, and lately, I've become lonely and, well, a loner. I don't mean to be this way, it's just...it's just, I can't relate or fit in.
Here is my life story so far. My mother was a waitress at an Irish pub in Seoul, South Korea. My father worked for a transnational company that spread into Korea. They sent my father from Seattle, Washington to South Korea to oversee their latest project. His co-workers took him to this pub, telling him it was a popular hang-out of theirs and that attractive Korean woman often were there. It just so happens, my mother was there at the right time and place. According to both of my parents, my mother played hard-to-get. As you can see, my clearly American father won out and got my mother's phone number. Both were only twenty four. Throughout my father's temporary job position, my mother and father dated and bonded. When my father finished his job, my mother told him her dirty little secret. Well, their dirty little secret. Me. When I was born, my father figured out a way to get a job in his company for at least sixteen years. My birthday present? Moving back to the United States with my mother and father. Mr. Sex Addict lifted me off my feet. And then decided to drop a bomb on me, like there wasn't enough drama in my life! I'm pregnant. With his child.
I'll keep these things close Butterflies, Korean music, white chocolate, speaking Korean with my Mother, being nice to people, and being accepted.
These things better stay way. Other kinds of chocolate that isn't white, sewing, cowboy hats, small bags, and lemon candy.
I'll hold you in my heart Mr. Greed.

They Tell My Story For Me

redcapricorn22

[redcapricorn22]

Beatriz // Gwenyth // Perkins


Buenos días! I'm Beatriz Gwenyth Perkins. But of course, you can call me Bea or Gwen. You probably know me as the second eldest Perkins. I was born on March twenty first, nineteen ninety-seven which makes me eleven years old. How should I describe myself? Well . . . I'm a major perfectionist. Little kids are usually my victims because they are so messy! Anyway, I'm also a skeptic. If there's not a page of scientific evidence, I won't believe it! But I can be sweet, I'm only eleven anyway. Sweet as apple pie, as Mom says! Does that make me two-faced? Maybe. I try to avoid being secretive. Afterall, secrets don't make friends! Or that's, what Mom says...oh well! I can be feisty and rough when I want to. If you call me the slightest bit of a name I will rip your head off. That's all you need to know if you want to get to know me. My life's story would be I was born and raised in Coquille. My parents gave birth to me in our own home with a midwife, isn't that cool? I think so, anyway. I'm half-Mexican and half-American which makes me Aexican...wait what? Anyway, I've loved living here. I mean, I know my older friends hate it here because it's so...far away from 'civilization' but I like the closeness. I hope to live here when I grow older. I've been known to be a bit of a, oh what did they say, a loner. I like to be a book worm and when people mess with me I get a little crazy. My parents are my role models, but as soon as I see that Johnson boy...I get off track my 'values'. Don't tell them! It would break their hearts! Let me go on about something else now . I couldn't live without , origami, most sports, playing piano, reading, the color red, temporary tattoos, dancing, Shirley Temples, and butterflies. But keep this away from me! slugs, highlighter green, High School Musical, badminton, and nail polish . God, I hate those things. I've been keeping my eye on this person named, the youngest of the Johnsons. My sexuality is, flag pole straight, Mom and Dad would be upset otherwise! Everybody has some kind of secret! Can you keep mine? I know I'm not supposed to but I do. Fight, that is. You know how I said I was a book worm? People like to bully me because of it. I don't like to be bullied, and bullying is bad. What else am I supposed to do? The black eye I got two weeks ago? I was fighting. I said I fell forward and hit my eye on the doorknob. Don't tell my parents! Please. I am just a puppet of redcapricorn22. Oh, one more thing. You can identify me this way, Rosy brown.

[redcapricorn22]

●●●Bзатяіz Gwзиутн Pзгкіиѕ●●●
"I'm Aexican!"

A small lump had appeared from Beatriz's sleeping form. Currently, the girl was sleeping; brunette locks in pigtails, Hello Kitty pajamas on. The eleven year old looked peaceful; and she was, naturally. Suddenly, deep brown pools were revealed to the world. Beatriz smiled as she saw the sun. And the panicked. The girl jumped out of bed and started to make it quickly. She was going to be late for! School...Beatriz frowned. It was Saturday and, most importantly, summer. Groaning a little on the inside, Beatriz continued to make her bed. Her small palms smoothed out the wrinkles in the comforter, and her long, piano-fingers gripped the sheets and then pulled them. The comforter, that had been bought at the nearby Target, was a deep red with a bunch of brown and white polka dots on the top. The sheets themselves were a chocolate brown, like the polka dots.

Walking over to her white closet, and then opening the top drawer, Beatriz dug through the pile of shirts. Finally picking a light green t-shirt that had tie-dye sleeves, Beatriz through the shirt on the floor and continued her quest for her outfit of the day. Shutting the drawer and opening another, Beatriz looked at her selection of bottoms. Skirts, skorts, pants, jeans, shorts, so many choices! Beatriz picked out a pair of khaki skorts and then thrust them on top of her shirt. Beatriz closed the drawer and then picked up her clothes. Throwing off the Hello Kitty pajamas, Beatriz then put on the shirt and skort. She then threw the used pajamas into the dirty clothes hamper and walked out of her room.

After combing her bedhead and brushing her teeth, Beatriz headed down stairs. She knew none of the house would be up, so she didn't touch the piano. But Beatriz was certainly very tempted. She loved the feel of the faux ivory against her finger pads, and she loved to press down and make the piano sound out. Beatriz shrugged and then walked out the door. She softly closed it behind her. The porch was covered in sun and was really warm. Loving the warmth, Beatriz sat on the steps to be bathed in it. Basking in the sun, another pastime Beatriz loved.

"I wonder if the Johnsons are up yet..." Beatriz muttered quietly to herself. Frowning, Beatriz flicked herself. She knew her parents didn't want her to think about them. Particularly one boy. Beatriz blushed a bright pink to herself. Anytime she talked to him, played a game with him, did, really, anything with the boy she would blush profusely. She had wanted to talk to someone older about it, but it seemed wrong to talk about it. Beatriz wiggled her bare toes, to keep her occupied with something else.

"Something else besides that guy..." Beatriz muttered.

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[redcapricorn22]

Daniel // Gregory // Perkins


Hola amigo! Or amiga! I'm, Daniel Gregory Perkins. But of course, you can call me Dan or Greg. You probably know me as the Perkin's eldest child. I was born on May twenty-second, nineteen ninety-three which makes me fifteen, almost sixteen, years old. How should I describe myself? Well . . . I'm one of the most friendliest guys in Coquille. I'm not joking. There are some neighbors here who are just crazy and unsocial! I get along with many a person, not matter what stereotype they're labeled themselves with! Like my little sister, I'm a skeptic. If there is no scientific proof, then it is not true. Sorry Ripley's! I'm a people-pleaser in general. Comedy is one of my fortes, 'ya know. When I put my mind to it, I can be very kind. Bella can tell you that. I have proof! Last Valentine's day, even though I detest shopping, I went with Bella and paid for an entire outfit for her. It was my present. You could say I'm generous. Yeah, and that's all you need to know if you want to get to know me. My life's story would be I was originally born in the state of Missoura'. Sorry, my Southern accent's a little off. I was born in Missouri, and then moved to little ol' Coquille. Only lived two years in Missouri, so I don't remember much. All I really remember is this really creepy old lady who liked to pinch my cheeks. I think her name was 'Ms. Smithy' or something like that. She scared me as a kid though, that's for sure. So, back to Coquille. Anywho, after my little sister was born, she's pretty awesome, by the way. We're almost on the same level; even though she's four years younger than I am. Coquille has actually been my backbone over the years. You know? I feel really comfortable here. Of course, I don't want to raise my kids here; my parents would come over all the time. Bella is a big part of my life. If not for her, I don't think I'd be the friendly guy I would be today. When I was younger, I was pretty grouchy. My nickname was 'The Grinch'. I totally changed my perspective when I saw Bella. I fell for her and I wanted to be her guy. When I finally got the courage to ask her out, behind my parent's back of course, she accepted. I couldn't be happier! Well, I think that's all you really need to know 'bout me. I couldn't live without , Bella-Ella (it's my personal nickname for Bella), my family, soccer, any gaming station, Halo, eighties music, bass guitar, chicken soup, and, uh, maybe cheese. But keep this away from me! American football (too much hands, not enough kicking!), Jonas Brothers, people who think they're better than others, . God, I hate those things. I've been keeping my eye on this person named, Bella. Well, I'm not crushing. I fell. Hard. We're actually dating right now, but my Pa and Ma don't exactly approve. My sexuality is, sorry guys out there, straight. Everybody has some kind of secret! Can you keep mine? Besides the fact that I'm going out with Bella behind my parents backs, I have one more secret. I love to cook. A lot. It's always been my passion ever since my mother let me taste the cookie batter when I was seven. I've made some cookies once in a while for Bella and the family, but I've never tried cooking a full meal for a person. But don't tell anyone! I know a mean roundhouse punch. I am just a puppet of redcapricorn22. Oh, one more thing. You can identify me this way, I talk in maroon.

[redcapricorn22]

►►► Dаиізl Gгзgогу Pзгкіиѕ ◄◄◄

"'Cause I'm just a Teenage Dirtbag baby..."

Thump. A groan emitted deep from the almost-sixteen year old that now lied on the the tan carpet. Throwing his long arms onto the twin bed, Daniel got up very slowly. It's not that he was tired, but the land on the floor hadn't made for the brightest of conditions for his head. Scratching his dark brunette/black locks, Daniel rose to his full height. Currently all he was wearing was a long pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt that said 'Bassists Do It Better.' When his mother had let him purchase the shirt, Daniel didn't believe she knew what it meant. Which was fine with the teen. He swung his arms around to get the blood flowing through them. Daniel looked at the time. Wait, why did it matter? It was Satruday. Clapping his hands together happily, Daniel went over to his dresser.

Opening the first drawer, Daniel closed his eyes and plunged in his hand. He dug around the shirts until he pulled out one. Opening his eyes, Daniel inspected the shirt. It was a green, button up, long sleeved shirt. The color was close to shamrock green. Shrugging, Daniel put it on top of the dresser. He shut the drawer and then opened the bottom drawer. Pulling out some baggy jeans, Daniel also threw those onto the dresser top. He closed that drawer and then slipped out of his pajamas. He'd take a shower later, he wasn't in a rush. Plus his Ma had bought him some new spray. It'd be good to test out it's strength. Daniel slipped his legs into the jeans and then zipped it up. He put on a white undershirt and then put on the green shirt. He rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and then buttoned the shirt up to the last three buttons.

After combing his hair thoroughly, spraying himself with the new deodorant, and grabbing an apple from the kitchen, Daniel sat in the living room with his cellphone. It was a plain 'ol Motorola, but it was useful in times like these. Times where he wished he was sitting next to Bella and talking about random stuff. Daniel picked the cellular device and went to the 'Messaging' application. He pressed 'New Message' and started to type in his message.

'Bella-girl <3
G-mornin'
Where are you?
Your boy Daniel.'

Daniel pressed 'Send' and let the phone do the rest. ...now what? After chomping off a large bite of apple, Daniel thrust the phone into his jeans pocket, and then walked over to the window. He spotted his sister and Kaden Johnson talking. Smiling softly, Daniel let them talk. Ah, puppy love. Daniel had had a case of that big time in first grade. Nodding to himself approvingly, Daniel walked over to the trash can next to the silver fridge and threw the apple in. He wasn't hungry; plus he needed his fingers if he wanted to channel-flip. Daniel launched himself onto the couch and then turned the television on. He picked up the remote and then started to flip.

This day was going to be extra-productive.

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[redcapricorn22]

ٱ'll тзll уоџ ׀атзѓ, ағтзѓ פзғзат أ уоџ

Inuyasha, plain an' simple.

ωну أи аll нзllѕ dо уоџ саѓз?

Keh!

Gзт камі-ѕама то ѕнџddар!

When will Kagome stop saying 'Osuwari'?!

заѓѕ аѓз рأсқأи' џр...

Love Story by Taylor Swift

му нзаѓт уеаѓйѕ ғоя

I don't have time for that s**t! I have shards to get!

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Person

Keh, put your goddamn words here.



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»іяои┌язаvеѓ┘ЅОЏГ ѕтєаґзя!«

δиlіиз ׀׀ оғғlіиз ׀׀ ашау

[redcapricorn22]

“ Haru no hikari atsumetara hana sakasete
Natsu wa tsuki ukabu umi de mitsumete
Aki no kaze fuyu no yuki mo sono toiki de atatamete hoshii
four seasons with your love mouichido.” A voice sang out. Big and small bat demons sat all around the cave, watching Alice intently. She hadn't known that she possessed such a voice that would capture the attention of all creatures around her. In fact, it had been one of the children that had told her so. One of the elders taught her the song; it was based on a very sad tale.

The daughter of the Goddess Uzumaki, a bat demon coincidentally named Alice (Well actually, it had been intentional, Hoshi, Alice's Father, had always liked the name.) and her mortal lover. At the time, if a demon had a mortal lover, the lover was killed and the demon was condemned as a slave for another clan. Alice saw her lover, a man named Hayate, anyway. One night, Alice's younger brother came, another son of the Goddess Uzumaki, and caught the two. Hayate was condemned to death by being set on fire. The Goddess saw the depression of Alice, so she decided that seeing her lover burn to death and hear his screams was punishment enough. Alice was said to be heard singing this song constantly until she herself faded away.

Claps echoed in the cave as Alice closed her mouth and bowed to signal the end of the song. She walked off the little stone 'stage', a large, flat boulder, and continued into the open arms of her Grandfather. Surprisingly, Kaelan had done nothing evil in the past few months. But he had plans...oh yes, dastardly plans. But those would have to wait until Alice contained her old fighting skills.

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Lorenzo rubbed his arms unhappily. One of them had been broken during Aleck's birth, and he had a feeling it was going to be re-broken during his other son's birth. Lorenzo turned back to his wife, her question suddenly hitting him. What did he think? It was entirely possible that his own son would cause some major chaos and destruction, he would certainly have the tools for it. He frowned and shrugged.

"It's entirely possible, I mean we're certainly giving him the tools to do it." Lorenzo looked at the bump on his wife with an odd look in his eye. He blinked and suddenly his eyes were red. He blinked again and they were amber once more. Lorenzo shocked, turned to his wife.

"There's one more in there besides the havoc-making son of ours. And it looks like a girl. I'm not sure though..." Lorenzo wasn't a trained midwife, but he could sense the waves of demons and half-demons. A trained midwife, like the Grandmother that had just come in, could see the baby and it's future. It was a scary skill, in Lorenzo's opinion. Tapping his fingers on the ground, he stood up.

"Well, I'm going to buy another baby futon for the little girl. Do you want to come or rest?" Lorenzo asked. Lately, all Rith had wanted to do was eat erm, interesting meals and sleep. The last decision she had made was the surrendering of of one of his shirts. It was doubtful that she would want to leave the futon for now, she'd probably want time to think about how her son would be dangerous and war-causing.

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Aki picked up that something was running towards him, the sound of large, familiar boots pounding in his ears. The half-demon turned and saw his father, gray highlights in his hair, large dog, or was it wolf?, behind him. Aki frowned, turned around and put his arm around Jadon. Aki had more important things to do, even if it sounded cold. His best friend was getting married to his sister and he had no current time to sit down and talk it out with his father. Jadon looked at his friend, concerned that he only gave a mere passing glance to his father.

"Aren't you going to..." Jadon trailed off as they entered his own home.

"No. He left and didn't even care to write. Right now I have much more important things to do then talk with a drifter." Aki replied sternly. They both waved to Jadon's mother, who was hurrying about in the kitchen with food preparations, and greeted his father who was forced to clean the house, grumpy look on his face. Jadon led Aki to his room, where the wedding clothes hung. Aki's and Jadon's formal coats and pants were in this room.

"Can we just sit and talk for a few minutes...?" Jadon squeaked. Aki arched an eyebrow but nodded. They sat on Jadon's already made bed.

"Is your sister going to hurt me while we make love?" Jadon asked seriously. Aki considered for a minute then nodded.

"It's called marking. She'll bite you around here," Aki tapped the area on his neck. "But it'll only hurt for a minute. My mother told us when we were around fifteen, just in case." Aki's face looked a little nostalgic for a minute, but then pepped up again.

"Aki..." Aki simply smiled at his friend.

"Let's try to be happy today, okay? It is your wedding day." Jadon nodded and pulled out his clothes.

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In truth, Ava did hurt a little but she didn't care to complain. Ava just shook her head and let Aki rest. He had been sleeping a while, leaving Ava to ponder on many a thing. She wanted children (She always had.) and wanted to be with Aleck to raise them. To have a home that would be loving. But...Ava thought. Was Aleck wanting of that as well? Ava knew that children adored Aleck, just by the way they attacked him whenever they saw him, but he usually didn't respond or became a little angry.

She wiped away the thought and closed her eyes. She felt the most comfortable when she was just resting. The thought bounced back again. Ava frowned, but decided that she would probably get the best answer right now.

"Aleck, do you want children?" Ava propped herself up to look at Aleck's eyes.

"I just thought about it, and if we did have children they'd probably be full demon. Considering I'm full and you're half." Ava said logically. But how would these children's temperment be? They would be Raven and Dog, naturally. So quiet and possesive? Aggressive and dark? It blew Ava's mind that their children had so many trait options, some of which would be terrible. She blinked a little. And they could of numerous hair and eyes and skin options. It was...amazing.

[redcapricorn22]

" Don't take it personal, I'm just antisocial."

________________

I Go By:

June | Cally | Blackwood

Last Time I Checked I was:

Twenty-Eight and not getting any younger.

I Checked My Pants::

Female.

I am a:

Agent.

Likes:

justice \ tradition \ guns (Especially big ones) \ her younger brother \ working out \ metal music.

Dislikes:

being controlled \ folk music \ her father \ running out of bullets \ zombies

I'm played by:

redcapricorn22

I Post with:

#04153a

[redcapricorn22]

"BEEP. BEEP. BEEP."

A hand reached out of thin sheets and slammed the button on top of the black alarm clock. The comforter the agent had inherited from her dead mother had been thrown carelessly on the floor during her sleep, and now she was cold. June hissed. Was it her fault that she didn't like to wear full pajamas and that zombie nightmares plagued her? Well, the first part was. June pushed back her obsidian locks from her face, glancing at the time. She swore under her breath. In two hours she had to be at the base in front of that wretched zombie town and get a brief on Mission: Retrieve Cure. The former soldier turned government agent slipped out of the sheets, tan, muscled thigh revealed. She had to take a shower, eat some breakfast (probably another boring bowl of Special K), clean her .22, and then head out. Grunting, June headed into the bathroom, stripping her white camisole and white undies as she went.

After taking a quick ten minute shower, June stepped out. She picked up a towel, wrapped it around her and then walked out of the steamy bathroom. Cold assaulted her. June muttered some choice words but continued on to her closet. June flung open the sliding door and then looked. What boring clothes would she wear today? She decided on a pair of green cargo pants and a long sleeved, black shirt. She knew the boss would have something to say about the cargo pants, but frankly she didn't care. June was twenty-eight, she made her own damn decisions. June walked into the bathroom to brush her already drying hair. Her stunningly blue eyes watched as her worn hands held the brush. Those hands had been used to murder numerous soldiers, pull the trigger on several executions, and slap rookies who did stupid things. She sighed tiredly. June was only twenty-eight but she felt like she was fifty years old.

After a quick breakfast and brushing her teeth, June put on her holster, regretting not to clean her gun, slipped on a jacket, and then left the house. She only had thirty minutes until the briefing started, and damn all if she was going to be late. Her car started as soon as she pressed the button. The purring seemed to resound in her poor ears, but the radio didn't speak at all. She backed out of her space, and then drove out of the apartment buildings garage. After two minutes driving, she pressed the one button that turned the radio on. She flipped through some shitty channels before reaching her favorite. Aerosmith's "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing" started to sing from the speakers.

"I don't want to close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep, 'cause I'd miss you baby, and I don't wanna miss a thing..." June sang along. The car soon reached one hundred and twenty miles an hour. It was funny how she never cared to pick up an English car even though she was in England. June wasn't full English to begin with; she was half Thai, half English. That didn't explain her distinctly American characteristics though. June sighed. Now was not the time to be thinking such odd things. She had a mission to think about.

[redcapricorn22]

Charles Lawson Darkwood
___________Charles, Charlie-Boy, Blackwood.
We'll make the same mistakes
I'll take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
Cause I know I still do.
Until The Day I Die -- Story of the Year

___What am I? Well , just don't ask me for tampons, dear.
I just so happen to be Eighteen.
__The birthday party was on December Fifth.


I don't know my birth mother or father. From what I was told, I can expect that they were both teenagers when I was born. I was the child of an unwanted birth, and I don't give much thought about it. I was raised until I was five with a woman who told me she was my mother's sister. That woman found out she had Diabetes, and soon figured the stress of a little boy who was as rambunctious as me would be too troublesome for her. So she managed to find a Social Worker who would put me in the Sweet Stork Adoption Facility. It was a terrible place. The beds were worn, gray cots and the food was...well, I got sick because of it more than three times. The grass was always crab which shredded my knees. The staff didn't watch out for us either, which is where I guess I get my wild side. I wasn't wild just in my playing, I was also curious about all the dusty books they kept around. So I read them, and learned a whole butt-load.

I was adopted by the Blackwoods when I was nine. My new parents were named Bronx and Cheyenne, and my new older sister was Maeve, who was only two years older than me. At first Bronx was strictly hardball: Little League, Boy Scouts (of which, surprisingly, I am still a part of), and Kids Honors. Kids Honors is a program for kids with big brains, basically. They learn things that aren't taught in their grade level and then are tested every end of the month. If you get below 67 or C+ then you are booted from the program unless you reapply. This lasted all the way until eighth grade. The program, that is. But gradually, over time, Bronx took less and less interest in my activities. So when eighth grade ended, I didn't attempt to join any of the other 'smart kid' clubs in high school. I still do baseball and Boy Scouts, but those are sort of my little secrets. Lately, I've been more with doing crazy-a** stuff with my friends.

That's where Bride comes in. Nobody, not even my loving, doting adopted mother, will stop me from doing such stupid stuff. It makes me feel even more unwanted then when I was in that awful orphanage. The girls at school are okay, don't get me wrong. They all like me for my antics, my sarcasm, and the fact that I can party until one am and then do it again. I'm so used to this chaotic cycle that I never feel the present. I'd like to do that. Feel in the moment. I never get to though, I'm the life of the party. Bride is the girl who is in the moment, and stays there. Who will, as I leave, grasp my hand and try to get me not to go. The one I can go home to. I dreamt her up not as a mother-substitute, but as someone I can love forever. No matter how freakin' corny that sounds.

I'm a light-hearted guy sometimes, lightly teasing, even the smallest bit optimistic. That's when I'm feeling good. When I'm down, I'm serious, sarcastic, and ever-so-daring. I'm down most of the time. I'm eighteen and I've had more than a lion's share of spiked punch, not to mention toilet-papering, extreme roller-blading, and various other activities that my friends and I have come up with. With my friends I'm more of a teenager; know-it-all and s**t like that. With my family I have to mask myself: kind, friendly, helpful ol' Charles. With Bride I'm myself. There's no adjective that can describe when I'm with Bride. She helps me feel good about myself, so there's that warm feeling in my chest.



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How much did Charles Lawson Blackwood know about love? The whole concept was rather foreign to him. From the very beginning Charles had been unloved. He had been the result of unsafe sex and was immediately given away to a person who was maybe his mother's aunt. Again, he was unloved; how could you love a rambunctious child who wasn't even yours? The first bit of love he had received was at the Sweet Stork Adoption Agency. There was a girl, who was his age, that he had fallen in deep puppy love with. Her name, non-coincidentally, was Bride. She had had almost platinum blond hair and the prettiest chocolate brown eyes Charles had ever seen. He felt guilty that he had somewhat modeled Bride on, erm, Bride. He knew Cheyenne and Bronx loved him: in a parentally kind of way, of course. Charles loved them back, too. How much they loved him, Charles didn't know, but they loved him, that was for sure.

In his daydreams, Bride and him had the special kind of love: true love. He'd come up with creative ways to tell her everyday that he loved her. Sometimes, he'd dream that Bride was a princess and he'd rescue her, or that she was a coma patient and he was a doctor who had been her fiance in her former life. In all of these situations, they'd fall in love all over again. It was scary, sometimes, how Charles would rather be in these Twilight Zone-like situations then be in the real world. Well, you know what they say; reality bites. That's the whole reason Bride exsisted, isn't it? Because for Charles, from birth on, reality had bit so bad it had left quite a scar on him. A scar, he was quite afraid, that would probably never heal. Charles was often plagued with that thought, being the philosophical kid he was.

Last night had been a night of hard partying. His buddies had thrown a birthday party for a girl named Samantha, Charles didn't know who in all hells that was but he had attended anyway. They had seriously trashed this kid named Cliff's house; he was going to be in deep s**t tomorrow. Charles had done shots, toilet-papered the house and trees, and done various other activities that even Evil Knieval wouldn't have attempted with full padding. So to say Charles would be totally wasted in the morning was an understatement; thank the good Lord that the next day was Saturday. Cliff had kicked them out at about one thirty am, and then Charles and his friends had gone to the skateboard park. There, they had shot Youtube videos of Charles and another guy doing weird tricks with the ramp. A video, that for the next few years, would be one of the most viewed Youtube videos on there.

When Charles had walked in through the back door, it was four thirty in the morning. Nobody in the house was awake, which was how it always was. Barley, the Golden Retriever that Cheyenne and Bronx had owned since they were newlyweds, had greeted him with a wagging tail. Barley didn't bark in the morning, another blessing thrown Charles' way, so Cheyenne and Bronx hadn't been alerted that their adopted son had come home in the wee hours of the morning. Charles had then gone upstairs, showered, thrown on a white wife-beater and a pair of elephant patterned boxers he had gotten from their trip to Thailand, and then hit the sack. His bed, a mess of a neon green comforter, white sheets, and two pillows was one of his most favorite places. Especially in the winter, which was the season currently. The snow hadn't blocked most of his antics, in fact, it almost increased it by 2%. So when Charles had slipped into his warm covers, it was a great relief on his rather large bones.

Nine o' clock in the morning was a fowl time to wake up a hung over teen. So when he felt a delicate finger brush against his cheekbone, he wanted to growl like a starved bear about to eat a very delicious looking hiker. But the melodious sound of a very familiar voice halted him from doing so. Charles popped one dark sea green eye open and let the light blind him for a second. When his eye adjusted, an amazing sight was seen. It was Bride, his dream girl. Bride, the one who had been his princess/coma patient/everything. Charles rose up in his bed quickly, letting his other eyelid uncover the eye beneath. He rubbed his eyes, and looked again. She was still there. Charles rubbed his eyes once more. Still there. He pat down his hair and then got out of bed, letting his shaky legs slip out of bed and his feet touching the carpet.

"Bride, that's really you?" Charles reached out and put his hands on her forearms and let the pads of his thumb graze over her smooth tan skin. She felt so real, it was...wow. Charles planted his lips on hers. He smiled, her lips were the same but even more powerful; they had more of an effect on him. Charles wrapped his arms around her body and then twirled her around, his lips still locked on hers. After a 360 degree turn he put her down, released her, and then let her have her own lips again. There was a huge smile on his lips.

"How...how'd you get here?"

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Caitlin Molly McCoy
___________Caitie, Cait, or Molls.
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___What am I? Well I can wear pink and not look in the slightest flamboyant.
I just so happen to be Eighteen.
__The birthday party was on October Tenth.


I was born with everything. My Great-Grandfather Cass was one of the wealthiest entrepreneurs in Ireland. He decided that America was looking to be one of the most good looking investments, money wise. So he packed up his home and went onto a ship that would take almost two months to get to the 'Promise Land'. He met my Great-Grandmother Molly on that ship. She was the daughter of another wealthy businessman who was also looking to invest in America's bright looking future. Molly, or Great-Grandma, and Cass fell in love over those few months and when they docked they were ready to get married. Molly's father insisted that Cass get some cash first, to make sure he could take could care of his daughter. So Cass bought sewing and textile factories and quickly accumulated his various wealths. Once he did that, he bought a mansion in the countryside, now urban living area, and got married. The rest is sort of history. Several very Irish generations later, little old me came out.

I was born to be a model. I've been doing modeling since I was a fourteen month old baby who could barely sit up on her own. My biggest gigs included The GAP's child line, JC Penney's child line, and, if I remember correctly, a guest appearance on a TV show. I suppose this is where I get my overall bitchiness. I've been told I'm a beautiful child so many times there's no one who opposes me. I always got the clothes from these shoots too, so I was never a loser. I didn't go to public school, heaven forbid I ever will, just a private school with a lax dress code. My red hair has always been at different lengths because of my job too. I've never missed school because of my modeling though, I always wish I would. Modeling has always been the one place where I can relax, weird as it is.

I always wish that I was an only child. I have three other siblings. Two twin older sisters and one little brother. My older sisters, Maureen and Maeve, are both twenty-four and are both apprentices in their prospective careers. Maureen wants to be an architect, and Maeve a fashion designer. My younger brother, Rory, is in the eighth grade and is blind. Yes, you heard me right, blind. He plays the piano, and damn am I envious of him. He can make such beautiful music. Rory also plays the sax, but he's not as good on that as he is on the piano. I love my younger brother out of all my siblings. He knows, even though he's blind, when I'm angry or upset or happy or unhappy. If you mess with him, I will bring your social status to it's ultimate lowest. You've been warned.

I've been popular for so long and dated so many jocks I don't know what would happen if my social standing suddenly just dropped. Have you realized that some jocks are actually nice guys? I've found that soccer jocks are especially cocky, football jocks are just stupid, and baseball jocks are the best out of all of them. The longest relationship I had was with a baseball jock named Grant. We dated for almost a year, but then...we just fell out of love. That's when I decided I was sick of jocks. Sick of watching numerous practices and games, sick of being their girl; I was going to throw up if I watched another sport. I remained popular, but I was independent. That's when I dreamed him up. To escape from my natural popular overdrive personality.



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"I'm not inclined to resign to maturity!"
Ryan • Lawson • Braff
【 Rys or Ryan. 】

♥ count the candles
【 Twenty-Nine. 】

♥ cast me as
【 Friar Laurence 】

♥ un - zip the pants
【 Find some briefs. 】

♥ step on the scale
【 One hundred and twenty six pounds. 】

♥ stand against the ruler
【 Five foot, nine inches. 】

♥ gimme more
【 Fawna -- his three legged, Calico cat. 】
【 Counseling -- he likes to hear the problems of other people and help solve them. 】
【 Teens -- he's always loved talking to them. 】
【 Music -- alternative, punk, and rock. 】
【 Crime books and shows -- he wanted to be a cop when he was younger. 】

♥ throw it out
【 Snow -- he hates putting on layers. 】
【 Dogs -- he's allergic. 】
【 Bananas -- he doesn't like the taste. 】
【 Oboe -- It's odd, but he just dislikes it. 】
【 The ocean -- his Grandfather, whom he loved dearly, got attacked by a shark. Traumatized him for most of his life. 】

♥ play it loud
【 Until The Day I Die 】
【 Roxanne 】
【 (I Just) Died In Your Arms Tonight 】
【 Dance Floor Anthem 】
【 Hate (I Really Don't Like You) 】

♥ shh. . .
【 When he was sixteen, he fathered a child. He doesn't know where the kid is now... 】

W i t h L o v e,
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