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                                                              The screams had longed creased into nothing but a gentle tapping sound.


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                                                              It sounded like a dripping tap, like someone hadn’t turned it off all the way. The reality was much worse, much worse. The colour of the wooden oak floor was slowly dying itself red, blood red. His finger tips stroked the body softly as if he was touching his master piece. The body was sat unmoving, tied and strapped to a chair. The dark pool of blood slowly expanding as all the blood drained from the body, leaving it an off yellow colour. Large unmoving blue eyes filled of sorrow and pain was left open, staring to where they had seen their killer last. The pleading look of the large blue eyes could have melted an ice heart, so why hadn’t they worked? Why the killer was heartless, wasn’t he? Our killer stayed there next to the body, touching her cheek, stroking it over and over again. He was stood up, looking down he watched the blood form around his shoes and he shook his head. Such a messy business, he needed to find something less…messy. But where was the fun without the blood? He wiped his mouth roughly clean and got to work on cleaning up the mess. This wasn’t his house, why would he create such a mess in his own house.

                                                              After two hours of doing what he needed to do his buried his latest feed, his stomach was settled and he no longer had the need to rip the hearts from everyone he met. The female he was currently burying had been quite interesting to get to know, until the part she began to want things from him. She had been stupid and became annoying and if there was one thing he didn’t like, it was annoys humans. He rolled his tongue over his lips as he walked out of the house, covered in blood and looking like he’d taken a bath in it. He returned home to clean and began suitable once more. He didn’t do it because he had too, hell they hardly had any visitors here anymore. He did it because he wanted too; being covered in someone else’s blood was only fun for a short while. After the killing had been done and the fun was over it was time to move onto something else and he would be damned if something new and exciting was spoiled because he couldn’t be bothered to wash. His dark red orbs looked around him and they narrowed harshly as they settled on a male killing a cat. He said nothing however because it did seem rather fun. He wondered if there was more to it than met the eye and Jakob certainly hoped so...there was no fight in killing a cat and he loved the fight.

                                                              There seemed to be voices within the town today, more than usual and Jakob smiled deviously as he walked through the town. He tilted his head as he saw how many humans had come out of the wood works and he knew someone had been spreading the story. He smirked and shook his head, wishing he was hungrier so he could enjoy at least one of them. But alas his last meal was still keeping him full and he wouldn’t over eat for anyone, no matter if they smelt so delicious. He stayed within the shadows as he looked them over and tapped his nails against his chin thoughtfully. Vince seemed awfully...short tempered today and he couldn’t help but grin a little as the other told someone to keep away from Gunji. He stepped out and laughed a little. “Now, now Vince...you must learn to share.” He said but he was far from serious, he didn’t care if the other didn’t. Gunji wasn’t his type; he was too...immature for his liking. Sure he liked the guy and he was good company but in any sexual situations he wouldn’t go for Gunji. He’d rather have Vince out of the two but even then that was pushing it. He didn’t dislike either of them, living in a town with a select group of people made him lower his standards, after all he couldn’t be too picky.

                                                              Kit had seemed to gather another side to her and this interested Jakob, his smile turned the corner of his lips upwards but it never reached his eyes. It hardly ever did anymore, his head tilted a little to the side as he rolled his tongue over his teeth. “Oh I do like a twist in everyday life.” He said looking Kit over, he wondered if this new side had a name. She almost made the female before him attractive; attitude was almost everything when it came down to keeping Jakob’s attention. His eyes fell back onto Vince and his apparent anger and he wondered when the last time he fed was? He said nothing more towards the male as it looked like he was about to blow his top further than he already had done. He wondered for a second if he continued to push the male would he head fly off. It was an interesting thought to say the least but one he wouldn’t be overly happy with in the long run. Who would he wind up if Vince wasn’t around? His day was become a little boring. He waited now for it all to calm down a little, he wanted to know why all of a sudden there was more humans than there had been in a while...who was spreading the legend?

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                                                      The bow was held upwards as the string was pulled tight, her arm fighting to hold the power to keep the bow steady as she lined it up by her right eye. As she released the sting the arrow sailed through the air in seconds and hit her target straight through the eye. The whizzing sound past her ear deafened her for a millisecond as she walked over to her kill. She smiled slightly as she looked down upon the small rabbit that had taken her hit. She flexed her arm as she looked around; she loved it here in the woods. She enjoyed training out here more than anywhere, there was no eyes watching her, judging her and pulling her talent to pieces. She looked down at the rabbit was more and removed her arrow, she needed to make more at some point today and then make some of her poisoned arrows. She must remember to colour the ends accordingly, she didn’t wish to kill someone when she didn’t mean too. She washed the arrow off and put it back in the carrier on her back. Placing the bow over her shoulder she picked up the rabbit and walked over to a place she knew a fox lived. She dropped the rabbit down the hole and smiled slightly as she heard the fox crunched down on the rabbit. She disliked killing animals but rabbits were fast and good target practice, she never killed for fun and she made sure her kill was not let to rot. She hadn’t seen the fox since the first time; he seemed to live solely off her kills. It wasn’t good for it, however she wasn’t about to kill an animal for nothing. She was sure the fox came out at night, she should maybe look for his track. However she had other things to do.

                                                      She climbed over a hill and skidded down the other side, stopping herself just short of a long drop she smiled as she walked along the edge. Her balance was good and her foot never stumbled over the rocky edge. She stopped short of another rabbit and watched it for a moment. Her footing became softer as she tracked it, dropping down as the rabbit stopped and stretched up on its hind legs. His ears perked forward and flinching as he listened. Some animal seemed to also be closing in on it and it ran. Lula shook her head as she saw a dog. Which idiot ruined her practice? Grumbling as she knew she couldn’t do anything, given it was a teacher. She rolled her eyes and walked back over the hill, climbing easily and almost silently. So far they didn’t have another missions, thinking about the last one made her cringe. Tom arguing with everyone, John the only one listening and the others were arguing. They had almost cost them the mission and Lula knew they needed to get better. She hadn’t been there all that long, but how was she ever supposed to move upwards when her team couldn’t organise a piss up! It wasn’t that her team weren’t good, each and every one of them were very good at what they did. It was the fact they couldn’t work together, that was what their issue was. Every single one of them thought they knew better and instead of talking it out they all tried their own thing. It never worked and yet they continued to try, it was then Lula’s job to drag them all together. It was sometimes more energy than she had after fighting.

                                                      She breathed in deeply and cleared her mind of everything as she walked back through the woods, it was a small walk back to the school but she didn’t mind. She liked it out here, it was peaceful and no one bothered her. She leaned against a tree and shifted her arrows as she did so, holding the simply bow and arrow over her shoulder still she smiled. She was good at making weapons; she was good at taking them apart and making them better. But she enjoyed her simple bow and arrow; it was simple, beautiful and worked just as well. She used better arrows; she made her own and used specialised arrows to up the bow’s game. Poisoned arrows for an added bonus, blunt arrows for a less quick kill. She disliked killing but she would do it if needed. She also had the job of bettering her team’s weapons and making sure they were good with them. She pulled out a notepad from her pocket and made a note to check their weapons in the weapon chambers. She breathed in and pushed herself off the tree using her right foot as leverage. She continued now on her walk back to the school, it was lunch time which meant she had some time to herself. Target practice in the woods had been good, it was her down time and she was allowed to do it as she actually worked. She didn’t slack off; she wanted to get her team into shape. She knew it was a long and horrible progress. She tried not to think about it now; she didn’t need to be stressed out. She returned to her room and wondered in Brea was already in the lunch hall. She was rather hungry, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment. She went and had a quick shower and then got dressed again, glad she was rid of all the mud she pulled tied her hair in a sideways French plait. She put limited make-up on, and got dressed. She chose jeans and a t-shirt. She didn’t need to dress up, who the hell would she dress up for? She walked out of her room and went down to get something to eat. She knew everyone would be heading that way.
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                                                      I knew I looked zoned out; it was hard to concentrate when you couldn't give a s**t about what a person was talking about. I was sure my face looked vacant, the wheel was turning but the hamster was dead. It was impossible to care what my Moran of a teacher was ranting on about. I allowed my mind to wander and wander it did. My thoughts were a mixture and the main subject being women. It wasn't that I was shallow and I wasn't vein, it was just women were rather interesting if they didn't have a stick up their a**. I moved my own thoughts on, thinking about a new technic to use when on our next mission. I liked things of new ways of gaining information, my cruel and twisted mind usually spat more ideas out than I knew what to do with. I frowned as I heard my name, allowing my hazel eyes to narrow as I found the source I arched an eyebrow in question. I didn't listen for more than two minutes, she was ranting about me not listening...or something? Can't say I really knew who gives a s**t anyway? She continued to teach and I continued to show a complete lack of respect. Don't get me wrong, if I liked you I'd show it. But this wasn't about gaining friends and it wasn't about keeping them either. I didn't need to befriend my teacher; I was well aware most of them were most likely wanting me dead. I had to stay alive, just to see them suffer. Well it wasn't only fair. Wouldn't want everyone being happy now would we? The world would be boring if they where. No fights, no need for us huh?

                                                      A noise interrupted my thoughts and I grumbled slightly, wasn't it time for food yet? I knew I needed a shower first, my first lesson had been hand to hand combat. I ended up being partnered with who I'm always partnered with. What's his name? Baptiste or something. I dunno, never does end well. I was pretty sure I was sporting some new bruises. I can surely say the same for him, never fun when I get dragged off him either. Teachers, spoil everything. Although I'm sure if we were left too it we'd kill each other and I'm telling you now...I don't think I'd like that. I'm pretty sure it would pissed me off. Finally I was allowed to escape and that was what I did. I walked back to my dorm, not overly bothered if my roommate Tim was in there. I locked the bathroom door and climbed into the shower...after I stripped of course. I wasn't about to get into the shower without removing my clothes, although I had once gotten in without taking off my socks. I'm sure the story will never be told, I'm not really one for sharing.

                                                      I liked it in the shower, though I admit not half as much as I liked having baths. I could stay in the bath for hours on end and just read. It was relaxing and it was about the only place I allowed myself to do so. Although I always did have a weapon close to hand. I was not about to be killed in a bath tub. I've gone off track...what was I on about? Oh yes, relaxing. I didn't stay too long in the shower, I knew I only had an hour and training would start. I liked training, I enjoyed practicing on the people the gave us to practice on. Cracking them was fun, if they cried even better. I turned the shower off and rubbed my neck and hair, making my hair stick up all over the place. I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened a window to allow some of the steam to leave the bathroom. I picked up the mat and placed it over the edge of the bath and put all my stuff back on my shelf. Did I mention I like tidiness? Organisation is a good thing to have. No mistakes can be made then, no one can break, damage or use my stuff and have a solid reason other than being spiteful. I opened my dorm room door and was rather surprised to see Lindsey spread out over my made bed. I tilted my head ever so slightly as I felt the water running down my body. I would have removed the towel to dry myself odd more but I was pretty sure my friend hadn’t banked on seeing my manhood. Not that I’m ashamed, considering how small it could of ended up, mine is an alright length but enough about my…piece. I flashed her a smile, my cheeks almost hurt because of the movement…I hardly ever smiled. I know it makes me sound moody and totally unapproachable and I would like to get this cleaned up…I am totally unapproachable but I wouldn’t say moody…I’m say quick temper or short tempered. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, Lindsey sat on my bed. Resisting the urge to jump onto the bed with her and shake my head.

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                                                              Whilst throwing clothes in her direction, Paige couldn’t help but sigh and roll her eyes at the mention of her boyfriend. It was obvious they had had another fight over something and the way Paige avoided the statement was enough proof that it should be left alone. “I rather like the name Matt.” She said in a playful manner before laughing slightly. Paige wondered why she hadn’t jumped the male and what had stopped him. Was the other not his type? Did she take him in the play room and beat his a** on a game? Man didn’t like that; they found it impressive if you were good. But a little overbearing if you were better than them. She got into the other girls car and smiled slightly as they ended up at their usual club. She made her way over to the dance floor, ignoring the long leers from males. She began to dance with her best friend and as the other went to get a drink she continued to dance. It wasn’t long before she came back and announced she wanted to leave. Paige frowned slightly and looked up and over to where she was pointing. Just as she was about to make a witting remark he had come over and dragged the hunk that Ari had spent the evening with over too. She frowned at his line and shook his head. “Thought you plastics were supposed to be full of charm?” She said with a playful tone in her voice. “You have about as much charm as an old man.” She said and turned around to her friend.

                                                              She flicked her head in Matt’s direction and lipped. ‘Still want to go?’ She didn’t mind leaving herself, plastics thought they were above everyone…so why did she seem interested in one? What was it about this one that made her friend so disappointed he hadn’t made a move? Her green eyes travelled over Matt’s form and up to those stunning blue eyes. They seemed even brighter in the light, he looked back at her and smiled a little but his eyes returned to Ari. She shook her head and looked back at Chad, he wasn’t bad looking but he knew it. She sort of found it off putting…was she simply judging him? She didn’t know him…why was she being as bad as them? She sighed at herself and turned to her friend. “His eyes are stunning.” She said into her ear and looked around the place. It was very busy in the club and she didn’t want to leave now. She liked the vibe here, however if her friend wanted too she would.
THE WITHDRAWN MODEL
MIAMI WANNA - BE


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                                                          BACKGROUND INFORMATION
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                                                                    ☆ █ FULL NAME Annasasia joy Steele
                                                                    ☆ █ GENDER female
                                                                    ☆ █ AGETwenty three
                                                                    ☆ █ DOB 10/08/1988
                                                                    ☆ █ NATIONALITY Greek
                                                                    ☆ █ HOMETOWN Kefalonia
                                                                    ☆ █ SEXUALITY straight
                                                                    ☆ █ EDUCATIONAL BACKGROUND Home schooled until I was 14 and then went through college and got three A levels in photography, English and Maths
                                                                    ☆ █ MEDICAL INFORMATION Allergic to dust...that’s as much as it goes.


                                                          PHYSICAL EXAMINATION
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                                                                    ☆ █ HEIGHT5ft 9inches
                                                                    ☆ █ WEIGHT 109lbs
                                                                    ☆ █ HAIR COLOR blonde
                                                                    ☆ █ EYE COLOR hazel
                                                                    ☆ █ BLOOD TYPE AB positive
                                                                    ☆ █ PIERCINGS Just my ears
                                                                    ☆ █ TATTOOS No permanent marks are on my skin.


                                                          QUESTION AND ANSWER
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                                                                    ☆ █ THREE WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU
                                                                    quiet, withdrawn, kind
                                                                    ☆ █ WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL
                                                                    I had quite a few hobbies when I was younger but what I really love is modeling, I like to take my own photos as well. However I don't carry around a large black camera. I still sing for fun and I dance when I'm alone but I'd never show someone willingly...another hurdle? Maybe. I'm just not that confident and yet you get me behide a camera and I become a whole new me.
                                                                    ☆ █ WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY
                                                                    I would say my worst quality is being withdrawn, it's not that I try to be but I can come off as quite ignorant or stuck up. This isn't the case believe me, I do not think myself as better than anyone. I just have trouble communicating with others and large groups make me nervous. I'm better with one on one situations and I'm slowly getting over it. Some people find it cute but I know its anything but who will ever want to be with someone who can't tell you something easily? I sometimes ignore questions asked as I find it hard to answer them.
                                                                    ☆ █ WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY
                                                                    I'd say my best quality is being a good listener...granted its because I don't talk much but I like to help where I can. I like to help others with their problems and I don't spread them around like ugly rumors. I keep what I learn to myself and that is the way it will always be. I don't feel the need to belittle others and I like to believe I'd make a good friend...if someone would give me the light of day. I'd like to say I have alot of good qualities but I'm pretty sure this one is the best.
                                                                    ☆ █ SO RUMOR HAS IT... IS IT TRUE?
                                                                    There is a rumour going around that I have done nude shoots, this is not true!
                                                                    ☆ █ WHO DO YOU HAVE YOUR EYES ON?
                                                                    I like the look of Gav, he's good looking. However I don't know him and most likely never will.
                                                                    ☆ █ CAN YOU TELL US ABOUT YOUR FAMILY??
                                                                    I get along with my parents just fine, they still have trouble letting go and always ring at meal times. I tend to ignore my phone now, I speak to them often enough and above all else. I love them, even with their overbearing protection.
                                                                    ☆ █ HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP?
                                                                    No, I’ve dated on and off throughout my twenties but people find it hard to break me out of myself.


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                                                                    ☆ █ MODEL Carrie Underwood
                                                                    ☆ █ CHARACTER The Withdrawn Model
                                                                    ☆ █ COLOR mediumvioletred, darkslategray, darkgray, deep and deeppink
                                                                    ☆ █ PULLING THE STRINGS XxJessicaelisexX
THE HOCKEY PRO
MIAMI WANNA - BE


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                                                          BACKGROUND INFORMATION
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                                                                    ☆ █ FULL NAME Nicholas James Grey
                                                                    ☆ █ GENDER Male
                                                                    ☆ █ AGETwenty five
                                                                    ☆ █ DOB 11/01/1987
                                                                    ☆ █ NATIONALITY British
                                                                    ☆ █ HOMETOWN London
                                                                    ☆ █ SEXUALITY straight
                                                                    ☆ █ EDUCATIONAL BACKGROUND College dropout
                                                                    ☆ █ MEDICAL INFORMATION I’ve broken my collarbone once, arm three times and nose once.


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                                                                    ☆ █ HEIGHT 6ft 1inch
                                                                    ☆ █ WEIGHT189lbs
                                                                    ☆ █ HAIR COLOR black
                                                                    ☆ █ EYE COLOR Hazel
                                                                    ☆ █ BLOOD TYPE O negative
                                                                    ☆ █ PIERCINGS None
                                                                    ☆ █ TATTOOS I have a tattoo of a hockey stick and puck on my left shoulder.


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                                                                    ☆ █ THREE WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU
                                                                    Witty, Honest, Quick Tempered
                                                                    ☆ █ WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL
                                                                    I’m only really good at Hockey, it’s my life and if that makes me sad so be it. I like being able to lose myself on the ice. I am a team player and stick up for those that need it. I like playing alongside others and I don’t mind following game plans. It’s one thing I am indeed good at, Hockey in general is my thing. I doubt I can do anything else as good.
                                                                    ☆ █ WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY
                                                                    I’d most likely say this is my temper, I’m too quick to use my fists and I am easily pushed over the edge. It doesn’t take much for me to see red. I was on the ice the other day and someone told me my skates looked haggard...I sort of hit him in the face with my hockey stick. Playing on the ice doesn’t help my temper I don’t think, but at least there I don’t get locked up.
                                                                    ☆ █ WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY
                                                                    I’m rather honest; some would say I can be too blunt with it. But I’d rather tell you if your arse looked big in something, you smelled of B.O or you looked like a tramp. Sure I may not say it in a good way or a kind way. But at least I’m honest; I’d like others to be honest with me too. I don’t do it to be unkind and I don’t want to reduce you to tears, if that happens...it happens.
                                                                    ☆ █ SO RUMOR HAS IT... IS IT TRUE?
                                                                    That I killed a guy on the ice with my hockey blade, this isn’t true. I did slice his ear off however...well the top of his ear. What? He got it stitched back on!
                                                                    ☆ █ WHO DO YOU HAVE YOUR EYES ON?

                                                                    ☆ █ CAN YOU TELL US ABOUT YOUR FAMILY??
                                                                    It was just my father and me growing up, we did okay. We speak every now and again but we aren’t close. When I was growing up it was a love/hate relationship. We are now based on ‘like’ I think it suits us well. I’m the eldest of three but I don’t speak to my younger brother. I slept with his girlfriend when I was sixteen...he has never gotten over it. He is four years younger than me. I was nine when my mum died and Jamie was five, Ella was two. Ella and I are close and I speak to her daily.
                                                                    ☆ █ HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP?
                                                                    Yes, but none seem to work out. My fault? More than likely.


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                                                      The air was cold but he was sweating, his blades dug into the ice as he skated around. The arena was moving quite quickly as he upped his pace, turning sharply and going backwards he weaved and turned as if avoiding people but no one was there. The ring was empty, it was simply him. He jumped and landed on his feet and then continued to skate, grabbing his stick as he skated past he dropped the puck on the ground and began to move the puck accordingly as he skated. His pace never slowed down, he brought the stick backwards and if he hadn’t been use to the sound would have winced as it hit the puck. The puck skidded across the ice with ease and landed in the back of the net. Only then did he come to a harsh stop, digging his blades into the ice in a swift turn sideways he stopped, spraying ice everywhere. His breathing was heavy, his heart was racing and yet all he wanted to do was continue. He forced himself off the ice and to walk towards the changing room. Once inside he grabbed a quick shower, changed according to the weather and put all his stuff back in his shoulder bag. As he exited the changing rooms the doors opened to the public and everyone that was an ice hockey fan greeted him. He smiled and shook hands and then quickly made an exit.

                                                      He hadn’t been here long and yet the fans already knew him, it was hard not to know him. No, this wasn’t some big headed speech. Nico spent most his time scoring or taking down those than did illegal moves. This role was known as the Enforcer and although it wasn’t an actual title or role every team had one. Most times had one person for only that, but they knew skill when they saw it and so he actually played as well. He was good at what he did; he would have to be being professional and all. The only issue he had though was although he loved playing here, he missed home. He wouldn’t admit it most of the time, not even to himself. But he wasn’t use to the heat, he had left all his family and friends and starting a new life by yourself was sometimes lonely. Again, not that he’d ever admit that. Nico walked towards his jeep, glad of the long shorts (to his knees) and t-shirt he had on he got inside his jeep after dumping his bag in the boot. Nico could never get rid of his jeep, even here. He loved his jeep it was his baby. He kept the windows up as he drove opting for air conditioning instead of the air. Air conditioning was a constant breeze and he rather liked it that way. He almost felt naked, back home you were lucky if you had your shorts on twice a year. He pulled into correct lane and remembered the phone call from this morning. It had woke him up stupidly early, his gruff voice had been barely audible. His little sister had been blabbing on about what she had been doing and Nico could only grunt in reply. He had promised he would call back later and hung up. It had been the shortest conversation he had ever had with Ellie and he was beginning to feel guilty. He sighed and pushed it to the back of his mind. ‘She’ll be fine Nico.’ His brain told him and he nodded.


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