stupid crap.

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xxxxxxxxxx i'm definitely no DAMSEL in DiiSTRESS

Cole, obviously, was still annoying as ******** and Alex wanted to just pull a knife out randomly and drive it into his ribcage. The way he looked at her; it was as if she wasn't good enough for him. The girl supposed that this was based on her gender; he was sexist, wasn't he? He probably thought he was the best one out of the three of them, because Jamie was a little boy and she was a woman. How disgusting, the way he thought was just revolting. Of course, now wasn't the time to argue nor disagree but Alex just couldn't help but glaring at him. He gave her a glare back, like that was the natural thing to do. Although tempted to say something about the way Cole was treating her, Alexandria didn't and focused her attention onto Jamie, who felt the need to examine the corpse of a zombie. The kid was disgusted by the texture of the dead figure, although Alex didn't blame him. At the mere sight of it, let alone the atrocious odor coming off of it, she was tempted to throw up. However, that would show that she was weak in the area of holding herself in, which would probably give Mr. ******** something to tease her about. Or hold against her. Or anything Cole can use to make her angry; she hadn't even known him for half an hour and already she wanted to take her crowbar and swipe it across his face. Then again, there was something about him, something about his stubborn-ness and the way he thought he was really badass that kind of reminded her of herself... and a little bit of her dead fiance. Maybe the whole fiance part was because she missed him, not because Cole could ever be compared to her deceased lover. Or ex-lover, now. Still. "That's sooo gross," she managed to muster out, holding her breath in attempt to stop herself from gagging. She hadn't really stayed around a dead zombie for much longer, usually she'd freak out and kill one miraculously, but be too grossed out to stick around.

Rolling her eyes at the way Cole was treating Jamie, Alex wasn't even the least bit surprised. She could tell that he was just somebody who liked to be in charge; and boss other people around. And Jamie, well, he was the good guy, the guy who tried to remain positive. Alex had to admit it, though, the kid's got guts. Not everybody, at the tender age of twelve or thirteen, could withstand the fact that their world was now being raided by brain-hungering zombies. ********. And what was just a hell lot better was the fact that after Cole had pulled the doors open, allowing light to enter, revealing a whole pack of groaning zombies, their target obviously aimed and pointed at Cole, Alex, and Jamie. Wonderful. As if meeting Cole wasn't bad enough, the sad part was she had to die with him. Next to him. Spend her few moments alive glancing at his face, which had the most amazing eyes and perfect cheekbones. Alexandria shuddered; uncertain whether it was from the thought of being married or even just dating Cole... or the fact that they were now labeled a quick snack of some really annoying zombies. Jame was freaking out; assuming he was going to die. To be honest, Alexandria felt the same way. There were just too many zombies... not enough time nor humans to defend themselves. They could run away; like always, but Alex was tired of doing that. She longed to fight against the zombies, proving them that she was really actually strong. Not that they would honestly really care, though. They were zombies, after all. "Ohhhh s**t," Alexandria whispered, biting her bottom lip and for some strange reason found herself moving closer into Jamie. She wasn't sure if this was if she wanted to protect the kid, make sure she was going to be okay, or have him protect her. Then again, both options or rather theories were stupid. One, because it was quite obvious that a little scrawny kid like Jamie wouldn't be able to protect her. Second of all, because she barely knew the little boy, which meant she probably didn't have much compassion or anything for him.

Right about now, getting out alive was the most important thing. At least, her safety was the main importance. She barely knew Jamie, and he was a little boy, so she had a little sympathy for him. However, Cole, she was annoyed with. Alexandria liked calling the shots, but it was quite obvious that right about now it was Cole calling them. What was so good about him, though, other than his appearance? It wasn't like he was brilliant (actually, Alex wasn't quite sure but still. Anybody who has really bad aim couldn't be that smart), and it wasn't like he was completely badass. Sure, he killed a zombie, but with the help of Alexandria. I mean, if she wasn't there to smack the zombie across the face with the metal crowbar, it could have just shot up and tackled Cole. He'd be dead then. Soooo, in honesty, Alex felt that she should be the one in charge. And to determine who was calling the shots, it was obviously dawning on the gun right about now. That was probably their main point of survival, it wasn't like she could do much with this piece of metal, anyways. And Alex also had a theory, zombies may be dead but they still needed human flesh to survive. Maybe if she ran away long enough, or avoided the zombies long enough, there would be a chance they would die of hunger and starvation before they got to her. Actually, Alex was determined to accomplish it. She was certain that she was able to fight off zombies, and prove to herself that she was good enough. If anything, she could probably push Cole into the zombies and use him as a distraction while she ran off. Yeah, that would actually be perfect. It wasn't like the boy was going to be good for anything else, too. And if he was the one in charge, the one calling the shots, it was only inevitable that they were just going to get killed. I mean, just take a look at the guy. He didn't look like he could come up with a plan, nor care much about his teammates... which in this scenario would actually be Alex herself and Jamie. Cole was useful, but only to a small extent; Alex preferred being the leader here... that way she would ensure safety. Her plans, after all, where brilliant. And fool-proof, of course.

Since her plan was basically to survive until all the zombies basically starved, Alex's current main goal was to stay alive. Which meant that she needed a strong, effective, not some measly crowbar that she had once thought was going to work. No. Alex needed something badass... something like that gun Cole was holding... the gun that determined who was leading the pack. "Okay. Give me your gun, I think it'd be a better idea if I handled it." He stared at her. "Don't worry, I'll come back for you." Jamie, maybe, but not Cole. He could stay behind and die for all she cared. Okay, so she did care, just a little bit. Alex would admit, he was rather cute, something about him, maybe his perfect cheekbones ceased her from admiring. However, when he said something with the bad word "********" in it, it had caught Alex's attention. She narrowed her eyes, now glaring at him rather dangerously. Was he saying no to her? Obviously. He should honestly reconsider it, though. "Oh, come on, we all know I kick the most a** here." That was true, though. Cole may think whatever he wanted, but the truth will always be, Alex owned. He said something awfully terrible, and then Alex's mouth pushed out into a pout. He was really mean... and stubborn... and an a*****e... and deserved to be dead. "Geez, I'm just trying to help." Alex snapped back bitterly, crossing her arms in front of her, her expression reading something like, "You wanna fight b***h?" Instead of being the nice little gentleman Cole really should be, he only smirked at her and said something along the lines of, "Yeah? You wanna be helpful? Then throw yourself out there as a decoy while Jamie and I get the hell out of here." Ha, ha, ha, ******** ha. Realllllllllllllllllllly funny. Except not really. He was an a*****e AND cracked really stupid jokes. Wow. Two bad traits in one person. Before Alex could come up with something to say back, little boy Jamie interrupted.

"Uh, hello? Sorry, but speaking of zombies, they're headed this way!"

Immediately, Alex turned her attention from the really bit s**t-headed a*****e in front of her and back at the flesh-hungry zombies. ********. She had been so caught up with arguing with Cole, she had barely even noticed that they were getting even closer. Glancing around frantically, in attempt to find the perfect solution to this near-death situation, Alex's eyes were snagged when she noticed a window on top of the counter. "This way!" she said, grabbing the sleeve of Cole for some reason. Sure, she could have just motioned for him to come, but it seemed to be more affective if she dragged him. Alex climbed up onto the counter, pushing the window a little bit more open that it had once been. "s**t, that's a long way down." Alex murmured, and just as she was about to turn around and find another way out, she felt a strong pair of arms that grabbed her around the waist, pushing her out the window. [********] Alex called out as she fell down onto the hard bushes that occupied the spot outside of the window. The fall hadn't hurt too bad; she landed on her back, and forced herself to block out the little numb feeling of pain. Not too long after she fell, Cole's familiar figure came tumbling down out the window. Fortunately, Alex rolled away to the side quick enough so she wouldn't get crushed. "I really appreciate you pushing me out the window." she snarled, and then got up quickly. Her eyes scanned the area, glad to notice that zombies weren't bright enough to search nor surround the back of the building. "Let's go." Alex pushed herself up from the prickly bushes, pushing her hair out of her face as she tried to look for a possibly safe place to stay at. "These zombies really aren't that smart." That was so true, though.

It wasn't until the two of them, Alexandria and Cole, were arguing once again that they finally noticed something was wrong-- no Jamie to interrupt them. Then again, there was no Jamie at all. They both seemed to notice that at the same time, seeing as the girl looked at Cole and he looked at her, at the same time, with the same expression. It read, "Oh s**t, did we just leave the kid?!" None of them seemed to have the guts to say it, though. Before Cole could, Alexandria spoke up, blaming everything on him. "It was your fault! You left him!" Okay, so it was both of their faults. Her fault for making him leaving without Jamie... and Cole's fault for not pushing the little boy out the window like he had done with Alex. They needed to go get him; fast. Before the zombies got to him, of course. She didn't understand, where did he just randomly disappear off to? After agreeing (for once) to go back for the little ally of theirs, the two of them decided to charge into the building without any game plan. It wasn't like zombies were too bright anyways, right? Scrambling around the building, the two of them peered through the window quickly and noticed Jamie hiding himself on top of a shelf, dropping dictionaries and holy bibles on the zombies frantically. "Jamie!" Alex called, pounding at the window for some reason, although she was aware it wasn't very smart. Jamie, however, was too occupied with attempting to give zombies brain damage that he hadn't noticed neither Cole nor Alex. Glancing at the entrance, it appeared that all the disgusting creatures had already made their way inside. "How are we going to distract them?" Alex whispered to Cole. He ignored her for a second, as if he was thinking this through. They currently had their backs against the front of the building, peering weakly through the shattered front door, hoping, wishing, praying that nothing would happen to Jamie. For some reason, Alex felt the same way. She had expected herself to screw the kid over, but obviously right now she was risking her life in attempt to save him.

Speaking of risking her life, she felt Cole grab her arm. Hard. Before she could twist away, he pulled her from the side, then pushed her through the front entrance. The girl stumbled forward then fell to the ground. Immediately, after the slight THUD sound the fall had created, the monsters' ears perked, and their heads turned around. At the sight of an easy-access meal that wasn't hiding herself on top of a shelf, shoveling heavy bibles down on you, they began shuffling at Alex. Really now?! My life for Jamie's?!?! Alexandria thought bitterly, noticing Cole sneaking in as all the zombies began to focus their attention on her. A part of her wanted to run, but the other part knew she was far too nervous. She forced herself up, knowing very well that if she just stayed onto the ground they'd just lunge at her and she'd be gone. For good. As soon as she managed to stand despite the fact that she was secretly freaking out and definitely fuming about Cole's random betrayal, the first zombie took its' first attack on her, throwing itself towards her. Through the rotting skin, Alex noticed the face of a woman who probably would have been amazingly gorgeous, but now obviously wasn't the time to admire something. She quickly stepped back, feeling her heart beat louder and louder. From the corner of her eye, Alex caught sight of Cole getting Jamie down from the top of the shelf. I'm going to kill him. Yes. Yes she would. She'd rip off Cole's head, and then leave his bodies for zombies to devour. He was so dead, throwing her away like that. Lost in thought and anger, Alex hadn't really focused much on the zombie until it threw it's arm at her, scratching her in the process. It wasn't a very deep wound, though. "Did you just scratch me?!" she demanded at the creature, although it was quite obvious it wouldn't be able to respond to her. Gathering all the courage she had, Alexandria swung the crowbar across its' face, just like she had done to the first one. It staggered back in pain, making a terrified cry, encouraging more zombies to close in on her. Three more stepped up, and Alex had managed to push one back with the end of her useless piece of metal, and hit another twice in the face and once in the arm. The third one, however, had somehow gotten her off guard, flinging itself towards her. And the sad part was, it probably would have gotten her if it wasn't for Cole, who shot off a bullet and killed it off.

Trembling, Alex found it hard to move but Cole grabbed her by the arm, and started to run out of the place with her in tow. At first, Alex was tripping just a little, but eventually she regained composure and told herself she couldn't let Cole know she had been freaked out. Pulling her arm away from his grasp, the three of them (this time, they made sure Jamie was here as well), they were running aimlessly, despite the fact that a whole mob of zombies were following them. You know, zombies really didn't run nor walk as fast as she had predicted. "Where do we go?" she asked when they stopped for a little, panting hard to breathe. Alex couldn't remember the last time she had ran since the whole end of the world thing, maybe back in high school when she had physical education as a required class. Finally able to catch her breath, Alex glanced up and noticed a gas station. Without saying anything else, she quickly made her way across the street and onto 7-11. There was a small compact car, the back window and the driver's window smashed, the gas pump still in tact, though. Deciding that this would be a good way of transportation until the gas died out, Alex yanked the gas pump nozzle out of the side of the car, freeing it. As she made her way around, she found somebody in her spot-- the driver's seat. Cole. Obviously, this had been her idea, what gave him the right to drive?! "I'm driving!" she whined, surprised at the fact that she was still picking an argument when there were flesh-eating creatures heading for them. Cole said something along the lines of her getting in the car or being left behind, then he started the engine, making it clear he wasn't going to wait for her. Making a face, the blonde noticed their enemies approaching closer, and hurried onto the other side of the car, letting herself in the shotgun seat. As Cole drove away, the only thing Alex could think about was how much of an a*****e he was. She was fuming so much she had forgotten about the stinging pain one of the zombies left...

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♥♥♥xxxxxxGRACiE celine ROMERO

if you would just say LOVE ; if you would just say LOVE
baby, say L O V E xxxxxxxxxxxx
i would fall for you; i would fall for you
but i can't sitstill and let you pass me by...

Oh, parents. Those "lovely" people who pop you out of their bottom to bring you into the world and feed you and send you to school and buy you stuff. Yeah, those people. You know, most parents were lovely, supportive, and compassionate no matter what. However, Gracie's wasn't. Life at home wasn't that bad, to be honest. Her father was a very important business man who decided that he wasn't going to love his daughters if they didn't get good grades. Fortunately, Gracie was never one for love, anyways. After her poor efforts to pass her classes, her father had decided that she was just one messed up kid. It didn't matter, though. She had two other sisters and one brother, it wouldn't matter if their baby daughter was defective and wasn't as brilliant. Although usually siblings were there to mess with you and put you down and stuff, her Gracie's weren't so bad. They weren't loving, but there was a huge age difference which blocked out most chances to get closer. Then, there was Gracie's mother, the woman who liked everything to be perfect. Proper. Lady-like. Her way. The way in which Gracie just didn't seem to pick up so easily, the way Gracie didn't like going by. She liked doing her own things her own way. Nobody should get in the way of whatever she wanted to do with her life. Not even her mother... who should know by now that she wasn't easily molded nor manipulated. In fact, that was only a minor problem that the redhead had with her mother. She really didn't mind her parents so much... up until one day she walked into her room with her backpack slung over her shoulder, indicating that she had just returned from a shitty day at school. Instead of finding her room empty and a peaceful place for herself like Gracie preferred, her mother had her hand covered over her mouth, keeping herself from tears as Gracie's diary and various pictures of her and of her kissing a really pretty blond laid on her lap.

Okay, so she was a lesbian and kept a diary, so the ******** what. It wasn't against the law to say that you weren't allowed to kiss a girl if you were one yourself... and there was definitely no wrong to jot down all your feelings in a diary. However, it was 100% wrong and terrible to shatter her privacy and go through her thoughts, her notes, her dreams, everything that Gracie preferred to be kept a secret. Never in her life had she been so angry at her mother. Once she noticed that Mrs. Romero was reading about this girl named Lindy, she immediately flung at her mother, snatching the notebook out of her grasp. Instantly, without waiting for anything, Gracie began ripping pages out, screaming something about her violating her privacy. Mrs. Romero, however, was too busy keeping herself from crying because she had just discovered that her baby girl was a lesbian. Oh boo hoo. The woman had ranted on and on about how "wrong" and how "disgusting" and how "un-ladylike" it was. Honestly, Gracie thought that being with girls was a much more simple task than dating guys. With girls, they wouldn't treat you wrong because they were sensitive and had feelings... unlike most jocks who preferred nothing but your tits. Girls were far from disgusting; they bathed regularly and wore nice vanilla scented lotion, Gracie's favorite kind, the kind that turned her on like crazy. And how was it un-ladylike? Girls were the definition of ladylike, you'd have better luck with a girl being ladylike than a really muscly football player. However, as much as Gracie shrieked and hollered and cried and ripped and complained and everything she could possibly do, her mother still remained heartless and thought she had every right to go through her things. She felt it was necessary to "get into her mind" and "know what she was thinking". Gracie thought that was just nothing but bullshit, though. Instead of wrapping her arms around Gracie and telling her that she didn't care what she was into, her mother hadn't touched her for days and a week and a half later mentioned something about a rehab. So that was the perfect way to fix "the problem", going away to a recreation center?

As of now, the redhead sat in the backseat, scrolling through her iPod angrily as her parents explained how they were getting closer to the place they decided to send her. Honestly, Gracie didn't know what was so wrong about her. It wasn't like she was a serial killer or a drug addict; hardly. All she did was like girls. Yeah, such a crime. Oh, and the brochure said some s**t about "starting a new life, changing your world". Yeah, that was complete bullshit as well. Because being locked up was just perfect to start fresh. So ******** brilliant. Gracie couldn't help but roll her eyes as she thought about it, feeling bitter and angry and everything that she had the right to feel. The girl shoved everything necessary, her new notebook, her clothes, her PSP, and secretly the picture with the pretty blonde girl, Lindy. "Gracie, baby..." After she heard her mother's concerned voice, Gracie rolled her finger a bit, turning the volume dramatically up on her iPod, refusing to listen to the other woman's pointless chatter. Her mouth kept moving and moving but all Gracie could see was "Hello there, I'm your mother and I don't love you. To prove it, I'm sending your gay little a** to this place I have ******** clue about. It could be a raping jail for all I know! But hey, at least I get to get rid of you and your disgusting lifestyle." "GRACIE!!" The surprising angry voice of Gracie's father made her jump. Curious of what her parents actually had to say, the girl lowered the volume on her iPod, glaring at her mother who was twisted around in her passenger seat. "Baby, are you listening?" her mother asked, her voice gentle for the first time in two weeks. Gracie nodded slowly, still glaring daggers, though. "You know we love you still, right? But you've got a problem. I know it's just a phase. My baby girl doesn't like women, she likes strong men. With muscles. And sports cars. And somebody who'll be able to pick you up and twirl you around, am I right?" Muscles? What was so good about them? They were kind of gross; bumps on your arms that were able to be flexed. And women could drive sports cars as well. Without thinking, Gracie shook her head, and turned her volume back up, staring out the window to let her mother know that the conversation was dead, was over.

All thanks to her parents' pathetic attempts to talk to her which resulted in pure annoyance, Gracie never realized that she could be this happy to arrive at this weird rehab center. Her mother had began bawling as they arrived, something that Gracie honestly think she deserved to do. Nobody had the right to tear through her things as if she were dead and never coming back. "We'll be back for you once we hear progress, okay, sweetie?" her father spoke for his wife as he rung on the doorbell. Gracie nodded slowly, still trying to give off a bad vibe. "Will you at least say goodbye?" he asked her, sighing, his voice irritated just a bit. Good. Now you know how I feel. Although it was tempting to not reply to them, Gracie felt nearly obligated; she wasn't going to see her parents for God knows how long. "Goodbye." The front door swung open and a rather cheery lady with brunette hair and the prettiest blue eyes greeted them. "Hello, there, you must be Gracie Romero! My name is Tawny Burken, I run this place. Hi!" she squealed, as if it was the most exciting thing ever. Oh god, kill me now. Gracie thought miserably as her parents waved goodbye and as she dragged her baby blue suitcase into the building with her. "We're sooo excited to have you, Gracie! This is a safe place for teenagers to deal with their problems... and I understand you're going through a ph--" Gracie felt it was necessary to cut her off. "It's not a phase. It's who I am." There was a small silence between them for a second, but then Tawny spoke again. "You're in denial. You're still a teenager, this is something you'll get over. That's why you're here." The happy cheery tone to the middle aged woman's voice no longer stuck around, but instead there was a hint of coldness. Like she was disgusted or something. "Why don't you head off your room, Gracie? It's 24C, just go upstairs and it'll be to your left." And with that, Tawny turned her back, leaving the redhead all to herself.

Getting her suitcase up the stairs was nothing but a pain in the a**. It felt as if the rest of the people were in a meeting or something, it was so quiet and she felt lonely. This was nothing different than starting in a new school; it felt like everybody thought you were weird and nobody was there to talk to you but stupid nerds. That's how Gracie felt right about now. Finally able to get the suitcase up the stairs, the girl took a deep breath, finally glad to get some rest. The place actually wasn't bad, there were posters here and there on the walls and it smelled kind of like lavender. The ceiling was a large window, in which Gracie could see the blue sky clearly from. She began to walk towards the left just like Tawny had instructed, and felt kind of bad. So maybe she shouldn't have been bitter to the brunette. She was just doing her job; trying to make her feel welcomed. Gracie didn't like it, though, when people called it just a "phase", it wasn't just a "phase", she honestly thought men were gross. Who wanted to get some hard stick up their a**? Not Gracie. Having sex with men made her shudder; but she longed to lay in bed with a soft-skinned female, getting tangled up in sheets and giggling about the usual things girls giggle about. They were so much easier to date, too. Unlike insensitive jerky guys, females had no problems with watching a chick flick once in a while. Boys, they threw fits and demanded you go watch some blood splattering movie and expected you to feed them popcorn. After spotting 24C engraved on a metal plate, Gracie twisted the doorknob and let herself in, horrified that there were no such things as locks. That also meant no privacy. As she entered the room, she was even more terrified than she had been about the lack of a lock. There were guy clothes everywhere, the TV was still left on, and one of the beds was messy and unmade. The other one, which Gracie expected to be hers, had some papers and clothes and college applications spread across it. What the hell was this? Was she in the right place? Going back outside to double-check that she was in the correct room, Gracie sighed as she realized she was. As if being sent away for being a lesbian wasn't bad enough, she was now going to be living with somebody who couldn't clean for s**t.

Something on the table caught her eye, though. Gracie glanced at a white envelope, her name written on top in cursive. Curious, she redhead picked it up and ripped it apart, pulling the letter that was for her out. She had been so excited that perhaps Lindy had wrote her and sent it to the rehab before Gracie even arrived, but she was just thinking wishful thoughts. Instead, it said something along the lines of "Hello, Gracie Romero... blah blah blah blah... Tyler Winder will be your roommate... blah blah blah... this is to encourage you to desire the male population..." Gracie, angry, scrunched up the letter and tossed it across the room. Usually, she only would have done that if it was necessary since she was a neat freak. However, now, it didn't look like one piece of paper was going to make the room messy-- it already was. Sighing and sulking felt like the only thing that Gracie could do that the moment. So, she snatched her suitcase and headed to the drawer on her side, and pulled it open. Unzipping her suitcase, Gracie placed each neatly folded article of clothing into the drawers, feeling shitty about how little space she had. Just when she had finished and was about to put her stuffed animals around the room, the door made a clicking sound then flung open. A blonde male in a Hollister t-shirt with blonde hair strolled in, looking pretty laid-back until his eyes fell on Gracie. He looked totally horrified right after that, but he relaxed just slightly as he said, "s**t, I totally forgot about you coming." he muttered. "Tyler, right?" He gave an apathetic nod and strolled to her bed, pushing his things off of it. "Sorry, I've been having my own room for a while now. Didn't remember you were moving in. Anyways, don't try anything with me. I'm not interested in boning you." Immediately, Gracie's jaw fell. Whatever gave this freak the idea that she wanted him to bone her? That's exactly why she disliked men, they were cocky (literally) and immature. What made him think that she was ever interested? Maybe if he didn't have a d**k and wasn't so rude then she might be.

"Guys like you are exactly the reason why I'm a lesbian." she shot at him, rolling her eyes. He made a confused expression, then smirked. "Because you can't get guys?" he asked, which made her glare at him even more. Before she could come up with something to say back, he shook his head and stuck his arm out. "Nah, I'm just kidding. I'm gay so I really don't have the right to make fun of you or anything. Anyways, I'm Tyler. I think they put us together to try and make us have babies or something." Hesitantly, Gracie took his hand and shook it. "Gracie." she replied in a small voice, feeling uncomfortable. She sat down on her own bed, pushing her hair back, expecting something interesting. "So how long have you been here?" The male shrugged, glancing out the window then finally back at her. "Longer than you." Alright, so Tyler was a smartass, wasn't he? "Obviously." she replied in a bitter tone, but decided that she wouldn't ask him again since it didn't seem like he wanted to share, anyways. "Wanna get out of here? I'll show you around?" Tyler randomly asked, leaping up from his seat. He ruffled his silky-looking blonde hair, then tossed his head to the door, beckoning for her to join. "C'mon." "Okay, why not." Gracie shrugged, and stood up gracefully from her seat on her bed. She trailed after Tyler, who seemed to know his way pretty well as he began to walk down the hallway. Halfway to the stairs, there was a slim figure, figure of a woman. "Yo, Gwen!" Tyler shouted across the hall, moving his fingers towards him, making it seem like he was telling her to come over. However, the impatient boy didn't even wait for her as he began rushing to her, Gracie following slowly. By the time the redhead had reached up to Tyler and his friend Gwen, Gracie noticed her messy roommate and a really pretty girl. "Ooooh, yeah, Gwen, this is the new girl, Gracie. And Gracie, this is Gwen." Gracie looked straight into Gwen's pretty eyes, and felt like her heart was skipping. This girl was just beyond gorgeous. "Hi," she greeted, not wanting to appear rude. "You and Tyler know each other?" Right after she had said that, Gracie wanted to smack herself mentally. No s**t they know each other...

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JOCELYN marie BLAKExxxxxx
it's also KARMA if you preferxxxxxxx

She had dreams, Jocelyn had a ton of dreams. One of them, accomplished by now, was to be successful with her career. Another long-term goal, which she had manage to achieve as well, was to torture Xander like there was just no tomorrow. However, there was one more, and that was to have the perfect boyfriend, perfect husband, perfect lover. And she was getting really close to accomplishing that goal as well. Braxton was literally perfect. He was successful in whatever he did, he was handsome and didn't treat her like a kid. Instead, he talked to her like she was actually important; like she was actually worth something. He was such a better person than Bunsie, who thought he could manhandle her to his liking. No. That was not how things should go down; Jocelyn called all the shots and Xander took them like a little b***h. That was all he was and all he'd ever be-- a little b***h. However, with Braxton, it was completely different. She felt like the male was actually interested in her; and that he would treat her right. It was just the way he talked to her, I suppose. It drove Jocelyn wildly insane, though, she was pretty much crazy about him. Where had Xander been hiding this lovely friend of his? Luckily for her, Braxton wasn't exactly very protective of Xander and didn't mind much about the two of them arguing yesterday. Seriously, though, how dare Xander call her Miss-Sports-Challenged. She may not know much about that one sport in which you kick the ball into a goal area called basketball but she was positive she was still smarter than him. However, Jocelyn couldn't think of something brilliant to say; the only thing she had managed to come up with was something that had brought him way back to their "contract". "Huh, if you know so much about sports, tell me why you spell 'physical' with an "f"? Maybe because that relates to the one word that describes your life the best-- one big, gigantic, humongous fail, am I right?" It wasn't until the words had escaped her mouth that she remembered Braxton was there; and she looked like a horrible, evil, bitchy dictator. Immediately after she had said that, Jocelyn forced out a laugh and caught Xander's head into a hug, not even realizing that she was smothering his face in her C cup boobies. "I'm just joking ~ !" Jocelyn laughed like a maniac, smothering the poor male still. "See? That's what I love about you, Xander. You can take a joke sooooo well." Releasing his head, Jocelyn patted him in the back of his head and the last pat she ended up smacking him there. However, Braxton didn't seem like he noticed her little violent action. Good. Jocelyn didn't need him getting the wrong idea and assuming that she was very violent... which was so not true.

Instead, however, Braxton gave his own reply, his so much nicer than Mr-Soon-to-be-Fired right here. She felt herself swoon like crazy as he leaned forward just a bit, causing her heart to beat irregularly. This guy, he was sooo much cuter up close, Jocelyn longed to feel him even closer, clothes off and everything. The girl was so infatuated with him she was barely listening to what he had to say; her mind was just clouded with daydreams about being with the male. How somebody so perfect and wonderful could be old friends with the world's biggest failure was just... well... crazy. Braxton probably felt sorry for Xander. she nodded at the thought of that, it did sound right. Jocelyn figured that Braxton would be the one who'd befriend Xander out of pity, probably felt sorry for him and his mental disorder. Ah, yes. Jocelyn had diagnosed Xander with a mental issue, however, even if she told him, he'd deny it like crazy and do something stupid. Not the good kind of stupid she preferred from him like killing himself, but something like yelling his head off and flashing her panties around. That, she had come to a realization, was something he enjoyed doing. Note to self... must destroy Xander. That was on Jocelyn's mind twenty-four seven. Her thoughts had been clouded with Braxton and sending Xander to hell for a bit, only to be distracted when something very surprising slipped out of Braxton's mouth. He had asked her out on a date. I mean, she knew that it was going to be soon but she didn't expect it to be that soon. Whatever, though, right? Whatever gets their marriage kicking. Face flushing with being flattered, the girl looked down for a while, as if looking cute. However, just when she looked up Bunsie here decided it was necessary to talk. Had he ever gotten beaten up? No? Give it time. That guy was annoying as hell; didn't know his boundaries, knew nothing about being successful. And the funniest thing was, he had made a comment about her and an STD. Her jaw dropped, her eyes glaring at him. "I do not have Chlamydia! If I did, I probably gotten--" she stopped herself. No need to admit to the whole wide world she had slept with him.

In the end, Jocelyn had agreed to go with Braxton. I mean, she'd have to be delusional not to... and everybody knew that Jocelyn was the furthest thing from that. Because her "smart" instincts told her to, she had blushed at the way Braxton informed her where to meet up and what time. A guy who liked things planned out-- that was exactly what Jocelyn was after. She didn't want some unprepared shithead like Xander. Ew, god. The thought of that idiotic employee of her made her gag... and worse, she had slept with him. Jocelyn vowed to pretend like nothing had happened; and if people wanted to know, she was still a virgin. She'd deny everything about Xander, and to her he was nothing more but a useless employee who couldn't do s**t. Oh, and who's life was obviously going to go nowhere because he was such a dumbass. Seriously, how did he live with himself? How could he go on another day knowing that he was stupid, worthless, and annoying? Wasn't he even tempted to kill himself? Sure, he was good looking, but he was still going nowhere in life. Xander was going to be one of those desperate, crippled, sun burnt people standing on the entrance of the high way and sticking a styrofoam cup out, begging for money. Normally, Jocelyn felt sorry for them and usually dropped a few quarters in their cups but when she'd see Xander, she was going to roll down her window and laugh at him. And if he stuck his dirty cup at her, she was probably going to smack the bottom of it and flip it over, spilling whatever pennies people gave him. Either he was going to end up doing that or maybe turn to prostitution. Hey, guys did it, too. Jocelyn wouldn't be surprised if he was diagnosed with a billion sexually transmitted diseases but didn't have enough money to cure himself. Then he died. Because of sex. Good. The sooner he's dead, the better my life is going to turn out. That was so true, though. The little period between high school and her first day of being a boss, Jocelyn had been so successful and happy. Then that thing entered her life. Stupid b*****d.

As of now, Jocelyn was deciding what to where. She was in a black bra with little traces of pink roses along with matching panties. Jocelyn was so organized... she liked even her undergarments to be. Just as she yanked out a little red dress as well as a pink one, the front door open. Immediately, Jocelyn pulled the dresses in front of her, out of instinct, glaring at the entrance, wondering what idiot had interrupted her time to decide what to wear. Of course, that thing had walked in, with some really disgusting looking ice cream in his hand. It was one of those push-up pop things, the ones that Jocelyn had always despised ever since she was a little kid. She narrowed her eyes, glaring at him dramatically. Since he had already seen her naked, Jocelyn lowered the two dresses, spreading them out over the bed that they had ********, attempting to decide which one to wear, which trying to ignore him at the same time. However, he stood next to her, eying her while licking his stupid food at the same time. It wasn't until he said something about her boobs, the bra she was wearing, and something about his ice cream altogether that Jocelyn finally retaliated. Instead of glaring futilely like he probably expected, she smacked at his hand, making the food fly straight out of his grasp and onto the ground. He looked like he was about to kill her, but Jocelyn was satisfied. Xander began complaining annoyingly about how she was "so violent" and "unladylike" and "rude" and "was going to be single for the rest of her life". Finally, Jocelyn decided it was about time she defended herself. "Yeah, and yet I'm the one with the date tonight." she snapped, pushing her hair back as she continued to focus on which dress she should wear. When Xander suggested she should go with the black one, she picked it up and threw it back in her suitcase, leaving the red one sitting in front of her. After giving Xander a "I hate you and I'm also so much better than you" look, she began to pull the dress over her head, and finally around to give Xander another sassy look.

After pushing past him, the girl advanced towards the full length mirror. She smoothed out the top part of her red dress, and fluffing her hair up just a bit. Going with the red seemed to be a good idea; it made her green eyes pop and her red hair a prettier shade. Xander had managed to sneak up behind her, giving her a small jump. "Go away, will you?" she snarled, hoping that if she made her demand in question form he might get a clue with that tiny minuscule brain of his. Unfortunately, it didn't. Instead, he said something completely insulting, and well... kind of tempting. "Pretending that you could ever date Braxton is a total waste of time... but if you're really that bored, you could just do what you know you wanna do and spend some more 'quality time' with me." A wink came shortly after it. Immediately, her jaw dropped and she was tempted to turn around and kick him in the baby-maker once again.. "What?!" Jocelyn had to hide that squeaky pitch in her voice, the one that usually let people know you were lying. Although she had answered back with a question, it pretty much implied, "******** you, you're crazy." Although she really actually wanted to grab him and get tangled in the sheets with him again, Jocelyn didn't let him know. Though, she controlled herself fairly well and she pulled the nearby drawer open, looking for something like a clothes hanger or maybe glass cups. Instead of spotting either of the choices, she noticed a hard-covered copy of the Holy Bible. Snatching that up, Jocelyn began beating at Xander with it, smacking him in the face, the head, and just about everywhere she could get her hands on. She was insulted that he said she didn't have a chance with Braxton, but mostly angry that he knew she actually wanted to sleep with him. She had just continued abusing him violently with it, though, not showing him a hint of mercy. By the time she was done, Jocelyn had managed to shoo him out the door in bruises and she hoped that he'd cry. Out of pain, that was.

One hour later, Jocelyn had already had her hair, make-up, earrings, and just about everything done and ready. She opened the door, happy to see that Xander wasn't anywhere near. The stupid boy was finally learning that he needed to stop bothering her. Locking her hotel door after her, Jocelyn shoved the key card into her purse and took the elevator downstairs, walking into the lobby. That was where the lovely Braxton had promised to meet her. And as soon as Jocelyn had managed to arrive downstairs, there he was, sitting in one of the couches with about three roses in his hands. Her jaw fell for the second time that day, amazed at how sweet and charming he was. "Braxton!" Jocelyn quickened her pace towards him, enveloping the male into a warming hug as he handed her the flowers. "Awwwwe, you're so sweet. I'm serious. Nobody's ever done this for me." Jocelyn let out a heavy blush, knowing that nobody had done it for her probably because she had been the biggest loser in high school and the closest thing to a relationship aside from Braxton was Xander. Oh, god. She shuddered slightly at the thought of Xander and her, dating. He was a rare breed, and hopefully he'd become extinct soon. That boy was just a major pain in the a**, Jocelyn had no idea how his mother didn't kill herself raising a failure like him. The redhead clung onto Braxton's arm as he escorted her to his car, making her swoon more. Seriously. This was one of the most important nights of her life. Today would be the first date of her and her future husband... Jocelyn could just feel the connection and the bond the two of them had. How successful he was, how adorable and how charming, oh, and how smart he was... everything just managed to tie to her as well. Jocelyn was successful, she was in shape now and she was pretty, and of course, she was smart as well. It was just so damn obvious that the two of them were a perfect fit. So odd how somebody as stupid as Xander could be the reason why Jocelyn had met the love of her life, the father of her future children.

It wasn't long before the "couple" had reached a fancy Italian restaurant. Honestly? Jocelyn was fairly impressed. Braxton was sweet, and everything about him was inviting. During the car ride here, Jocelyn felt like she could tell him everything. So she did. She told him about how Xander was such an a*****e to her in high school, but she didn't exactly explain why. She told him how Xander had made her flash everybody on the first day of work, and she told Braxton how much she despised Xander. She also told him about the dinner that Xander crashed and how he had rigged the votes so that it was him she had to bring, not somebody sophisticated and somebody she could stand. And this Braxton guy? He was pretty much one of the most understanding guys that Jocelyn had ever spoken too. She had barely even know him and yet she was pretty sure she was madly in love with him... in love with his laugh, his eyes, his smile, the way he'd put his hand on the small of her back to usher her somewhere... just everything about him. Nothing was wrong about Braxton, he was the definition of perfect. "This is a really nice place," Jocelyn said shyly, taking a seat in a soft cushioned chair. They talked for a while and ate on bread sticks while they awaited for their a waitress to come by. Just as the couple sent off their order, somebody screamed. Jocelyn turned around just in time to see a chair in Xander's hand and a woman who had tried to take a seat but Xander had pulled it away before she could. The idiotic male shoved the seat in one of the sides of the table, inviting himself to sit with Jocelyn and Braxton. "Oh, hey, guys. I didn't realize you guys were going to be here, also. What a coincidence, right? Hey, waitress! Come back! You guys don't mind if I sit here, right?" Before Jocelyn could flatly answer "YES", Xander had spoken up once again. "No? Alright, then, thanks, guys." Jocelyn gritted her teeth together before talking. "What the hell are you doing here?" she hissed at Xander. "You knew I was going to be here. On. A. ********. Date." Jocelyn continued to whisper dangerously at Xander, who was shoving bread sticks in his mouth.

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Everything about this guy screams "a*****e". Being one of the youngest editors, it gives him an arrogant attitude. However, although it might be a bad thing it makes the ladies swoon over him like crazy. Everybody knows him as a man whore, he's always waking up to nameless girls in the morning which sometimes results to the fact that he's always tardy at work. Whatever, though, he's the boss. And speaking of that, he doesn't let anybody forget it. The guy rules with an iron fist, if you suck he'll make you cry. When going through the articles and the stories, if they aren't up to par with the word "godly", the guy pretty much lashes out on you. However, maybe that's what makes the magazine so popular and successful. As of now, he's currently sleeping around with the crappy writer even though it is just for fun. She's a really cute girl, and just because her writing fails like hell doesn't mean she does in bed. He doesn't want to fire her because he thinks that if he does, she'll never crawl back to him which means he wouldn't be able to sleep with her. There's also the manipulative flirt, the girl who manages to charm him into featuring her stories and articles on the front page. At first it was all for fun but now it's escalating to something more, he's afraid. He feels as if he's got a thing for her, which is scaring him because [name] did not fall in love. Never. Ever... at least, he didn't think he would.

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[ Miss Immortal ]

『 Holy s**t, this is going to sound kind of gross, but I've been around since the longest time. You know, my mother gave birth to me when it was sometime around the British claiming the place we now call the United States. I've been around that long, you do the math, alright? I was born in Mexico, and it wasn't until the Gold Rush that I decided to head off towards United States, California. By then, I had already grown up and could take the world on by myself. I followed by my own rules, my own guidelines. For a little while, I stayed around California but all the chit-chat about the Gold Rush was getting ridiculous, so I decided to leave. And it's not that I just steal money or something... well, sometimes I do, but other times I actually get a small job and all. I've had a past friend buy me life insurance, then I killed myself and when I came back, I took all the money. Unfortunately, she passed away... my friend, I mean. It was sad for a while, but life goes on. Literally, for me. And for the past God knows how many years by now, I've been disguising myself as only twenty-four years old, traveling from place to place, trying to soak in something new. I mean, life gets pretty boring when you've been alive for soooo long. Maybe that's why I like to get into other people's business; because I like interesting things. I like knowing that I'm actually living for something worthwhile, you know? And hopefully, more interesting things will show up. I mean, I just don't expect to die for the next... uh... let's see... hmmmm... fifty billion years? Or ever?

That's right. I'm immortal, it means that I can't die for all of you illiterate idiots. I've been alive and here for a long time and I can guarantee you I'll continue to be around. That means that I wasn't scared of the whole 06-06-06 date, and it also means I'm not very scared about year 2012, either, when apparently the earth blows up or some s**t. I'll still be around after. I can kill myself a billion times and just randomly wake up in a few minutes, unable to die. So I suppose that's why I'm so fearless. I mean, usually what people are most afraid of is death... but since death doesn't effect me, there's really nothing to fear. Getting hurt is nothing. I can be stabbed fifty nine times and when I come back from the dead I'll be as good as new. I've had a liver failure once, and died from that. I came back, and everything was fine and dandy. So really, what is there I'm suppose to be intimidated of if there's nothing that scares me? But you know, being able to come back to life after I died has made me a little annoying, I tend to like to mess with people for fun and I'm not afraid of them.

I guess some of my other traits would be vain, manipulative, and sly. I suppose I also like to know everything, so apparently that makes me nosy. I'll admit it, while I'm suppose to look all wrinkly and what not, I don't. Like stated before, I look like a twenty-four year old, a girl who's just stepped out fresh from college. I've had so much experience, I know exactly how to woo the men. I know what they're after, and what they like. Then again, going after boys for so long, I've gone after women for a new change, too. They're softer and more understanding, I guess. And then there's my manipulative side, the side where I act like I'm an innocent little girl and twist other people's words to put them in a hot spot. It's fun. That gets me exactly what I want, and it usually works since nobody expects somebody like me to a be a menace. If you haven't known me for long, that is. And I suppose that trait of mine ties into the fact that I'm sly. I can easily sneak into things, although walking straight into an armed building wouldn't really bug me much. Can't die, remember? But you know, dying over and over again, every three feet, then resurrecting and then going one foot closer into the building takes a really long time. Maybe a few hours. So, I prefer sneaking... which I'm actually good at. I'm tiny, so I fit through most spaces. And as for the whole 'nosy' thing, it might be just a teeny tiny true. But hey, you honestly can't blame me. I've lived for a longggggggg time, I do need to spice my life up... learn about new things... or new people, you know? It keeps my life going.

As of right now, I don't know what I want to do with my life. I'm living as a twenty-four year old, who had just graduated college (not really), and apparently it's my goal to be a doctor. The last time I told somebody I wanted to be a doctor was during the Civil War. I like to base my life on the time period, you know? Like, during the whole hippie days I was a protester and I've been arrested. It just depends on what time frame it is. Also, I've seen some really badass changes in technology as well. Back in the day, during like, um, let's see, the Civil War, if you had a wound they'd cut your ******** arm off. Gross, isn't it? And then they'd use the saw, over and over and over again, giving lots of people infections... which would lead to a quicker death than the wound would probably give you. But now, if you have a bullet in your arm, no big deal. If you know about my secret life, the life that has never ended and never will, you can ask me about it if you're really curious. And speaking of my secret life, I can honestly say that I'm standing in the middle right now. This whole superhero bullshit is kind of annoying. Everybody dies. Why bother saving them? And then the villains, it's like they're trying to cause trouble, which is really annoying to. But I guess that whichever one disrupts me first is the side I'm against. If the "heros" are going to label me as a criminal, then yeah, I'd be annoyed as hell. And if the villains mess around with me then the "heroes" have one new member. But hey, like I said, they're both really annoying, making a big ******** deal about nothing. So, if you ask me, both sides get on my nerves. That's why I'm riding the fence right about now, with no allies. Okay, maybe the speedfreak, but we have some... errrrrr... ties. Yeah. Let's just put it at that. I ask (not threaten or demand... I swear!) him to do things for me. I mean... he's a guy. I'm a lady. It's like, c'mon, be a real gentleman, you know? I'm sure he loves me though. After all, who doesn't?

It would be a damn lie to say that I haven't had any flings... or relationships... or marriages. I've had a lot more flings than I can count, and like, a lot of relationships, but I've had two marriages. And uno baby. When I found out I was pregnant, I freaked out. I mean, that's new, right? I considered killing myself, but I wondered that if I did, whether or not the baby would just come back or something. So I had it. Baby girl. Awe. How cute. Well, as cute as it was, it wasn't enough for me to keep it. It might be just a small page in my life, but I hate kids. Toddlers. Things like that. I have better things to do. After raising it for what seemed to be a day, I put it up for adoption. I did not want it. And I feel kind of bad, don't get me wrong. There's not a year I don't think about it. Wonder how it's doing. It's in good hands right now, though, right? I mean, after all, some foster parents probably adopted her. I wonder how she turned out to be. How old is she now? Is she pretty? Is she smart? Stuff like that. Oh well. The past is the past. Moving on. Never having unprotected sex, ever again. I mean, I can stand dying but giving birth is literally a pain in your a** and it's not like you die for a while to get over it. Ugh. 』




❝trying to get rid of me has never been harder❞

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you think what YOU w a n t
but i [ haven't ] even come c l o s e to LOVING you
IT w a s just S O M E T H i N G in your H E A D

Second in command. It was a very flattering position; yes, but it wasn't good enough. For most of the beings on the ship, it might be, but not for Genesis Aralene. She was never going to be satisfied with herself unless she was the best, unless she was the top of the pyramid. That meant that she had to defeat the current captain, no matter what. Luckily nobody really knew about her obsession of gaining more power; Genesis was pretty good at keeping things to herself, though. The captain probably thought of her as some sweet, innocent, charming, devoted and dedicated second-in-command of the ship... she probably saw her as a female who would never overrule another fellow female ruler. But [the captain] was wrong. If there was one thing Genesis hated more than split ends, it was coming in second. Being in second place... well... it really just sucked. The way Genny saw it, it was like you were there, but somebody was still better than you. You weren't exactly the worst person on the team but you definitely weren't the best. You were just... there. Unimportant. Known. But still unimportant. And Genesis will not settle for less than she obviously deserved. And let's face it, it was very obvious she deserved the position of the head captain; nobody a higher rank than her and nobody to order her around. Genesis would be free to make her very own choices and decisions, and she wouldn't have to secretly wish to rip [the captain]'s head off every time she said "NO" firmly to one of her ideas. Genesis was fed up. She had considered to create a mutiny, to create a way to overthrow [the captain] but there was just one last thing Genesis wanted [the captain] to do for her first. Although Genny was smart and brilliant and not to mention sizzling hot, she couldn't do everything herself. Genesis did realize that they were planning to take over another ship... a larger, prettier, shinier ship... and she wanted it. It was obvious that [the weapon specialist] didn't like taking orders from women, and Genesis, being as manipulative and as twisted as she was, had came up with the perfect plan to settle all of this. Once and for all.

Well, there was a slight problem right now. Genesis wanted the same position as [the weapon specialist] longed for as well-- they both wanted to be the mighty captain. However, there was a difference in all of this. Genesis knew his plans but he had no idea she even had any. Because [the weapon specialist] wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box, he had managed to leak his little "I WISH I WAS IN CHARGE, NOT A WOMAN" thing out, allowing Genny to finally understand everything. First of all, she had pretended to be a girl who only wanted him-- ranking didn't matter to her. She then continued to lie and told [the weapon specialist] in bed that she'd rather listen to his orders, they were much smarter, anyways. Genesis had managed to convince him that she'd rather do everything he told her to instead of the current captain, tricking him into thinking that Genesis was on his team. However, this was all just one stupid little act. Genesis didn't want [the weapon specialist]... not like that anyways. She did have plans for him, though. Big plans. She was going to help him overthrow [the captain], and knowing him, he wouldn't hold his anger in very long. After [the captain] was no longer the highest rank and he was, Genesis would go around his back and tell everybody all the nonexistent foul things that he was planning. She'd lie to them about how he planned on cutting down room sizes, food proportions, people on deck, all that stuff. Everything would be perfect. And Genesis was pretty damn sure she could get everybody to be on her side; after all, she was either a really foxy and naughty girl or an innocent one who just wants the best for the ship. Either one of those roles would land her sympathy or men on her side, which meant that it gave Genesis the easy access into creating a rebellion. Although [the weapon specialist] was one badass, he would not be able to hold off a rebellion. And naturally, since Genesis was second in command, she'd take the position of captain. Oh, that wasn't even the best part, either. The best part was that everybody would think she was was a lovely girl who really gave a s**t about the people... and also neither [the captain] nor [the weapon specialist] would get in her way. She'd have all the power all to herself, nobody would be able to stop her. Also, Genesis would have full power of the ship that she was planning on helping the current captain capture. Let's face it... Genesis' plan was fool proof. Of course, though, as expected. She was smart, talented, and gorgeous, after all. The triple threat.

There was a sticky open wound over Genesis' thigh; not paying attention in a fighting drill had rewarded her that. While in battle with a trainee, Genesis had told him to move forward upwards but the idiot had moved down, causing the gash that now existed in Genesis' smooth skin. Although she was tempted to yell at him until he cried, she held it in and assured him it was alright. If only the dumbass had moved upwards like Genny had instructed him to... and if only Genny had actually paid attention instead of clouding her mind up with more ideas of what she was going to do with the place after she took it over... then perhaps none of this would have had ever happened. Although the male was apologizing excessively for tearing a wound in her, Genesis forced a bright smile on her face, setting her hand gently and comfortably on his shoulder, attempting to reassure him that she wasn't angry. She also had to lie and show him that she wasn't at the verge of throwing him off the whole ship completely. "I'm fine, it's not like this never happens." Genesis said dropping her weapon shortly after he had let his fall to the ground. Mistake number one billion and ******** fifty, never drop your weapon without a legit reason. That was true, though. For all he knew, Genesis could have been faking the injury the whole time, an attempt to get the trainee to lose his guard, which would give Genesis the perfect chance to strike at him. Fortunately for her, she didn't need to do that, the brunette could easily defeat him no doubt. Still. It was another rule he broke. "I'm going to get it checked." Genny said, and without waiting for the apologizing male's string of "sorry" over and over again, Genesis decided to pay the 'doctor' a little visit. It was about damn time, anyways. She was pretty sure she would be able to have alone time with him, as well as the touch of his skin coming in contact with hers while he was to examine her "deadly" wound. Whatever helped.

The wound that was currently occupying Genesis wasn't actually very painful. In fact, it barely hurt. However, Genesis just didn't like the fact that there was a large tear at her skin; she wanted it healed. Plus, it was the perfect excuse to have a little "chat" with Jarvis, who was now sort of serving as a doctor. Kind of. Not really. Sort of. Her steps were painless and Genesis could walk perfectly. However, she began adding a little limp to her steps as she approached closer and closer to the medical lab. Genesis wanted to appear like she was broken; her fragile body parts were broken into a million pieces and everybody should feel sorry for her. At least, that was exactly what the girl was trying to make it seem like. Jarvis may be a cyborg and it may be true that he did not have a gazillion sexuald desires, but surely he could feel sympathy, right? And where there was sympathy there might be the wild, sexier, crazier side of Jarvis. Hopefully. Limping into the medical lab, Genesis wiped the smirk off of her face and immediately replaced it with a pout. "Jarvis," Genny called out the first time, although the cyborg seemed to be lost in a train of thoughts... or was he occupied? Usually, the average person would consider turning around and leaving whenever whoever you wanted to talk to was busy. But not Genesis. She believed that she was good enough for people to make time for her. Approaching the cyborg, Genesis peered over at what he was doing before allowing a gentle arm to rest on his skin just a little. "Do you still have nerve endings in this skin of yours?" Genesis asked thoughtfully, grinning to herself as he seemed surprised to see her here. Batting her eyelashes sweetly and seductively, Genesis moved forward, getting just a tad closer. She was close enough so that Jarvis could feel the heat radiating off of her, and hear her soft little breathing. "What's this, hmmmmm? Not excited to see me?" she continued to ask, her voice low and sugary. Her soft hands began moving up and down over his arm, awaiting his response.

Unfortunately, Jarvis didn't look too thrilled to have the hottest woman on board touch him. Did that make him gay? What was wrong with Genesis? That whole bullshit with the "Hi guys, I'm a ******** cyborg so I can't have sexual feelings" was obviously untrue. Jarvis had to have some sort of sexual feeling down there... way deep down there. And Genesis was willing to pull it out. And if he was gay, well, then she'd make him straight. Before she got a chance to speak again, though, Jarvis said something about "severe cuddling" and "punishment". Really, now? He was considering this punishment?!?! Did he not know how many people on board wished to have Genesis' soft touch, going up and down on their skin? Was Jarvis a bigger idiot than she had recalled? Irritated, she pulled her arm away, pouting to let him know she was unhappy. Unhappy with the way he was treating her and also unhappy with the fact that he wasn't getting turned on. She didn't get why there would be a reason for why Jarvis didn't want to be with Genny. The only reason she was really after him wasn't the fact that she loved him, no. She was thinking more of the fact that he was one of the few men on board who wasn't on her side. If, by any chance, the rebellion did come up sooner than she had planned, it could be all bad when it came to Jarvis. He might take either [the captain]'s side or perhaps [the weapon specialist]'s.... and that was exactly the opposite of what Genesis was going for. She was thinking, that maybe if she managed to turn Jarvis on, she could convince him to take her side through sex. That was pretty much the perfect plan, guys were animals after all so therefore things like this should actually really turn him on. The only hard part to all of this, though, was that Jarvis wasn't interested. Although Genny told herself again and again and again, he still acted like she was just another regular being on board. He didn't treat her with extra respect because she was hot or because she was second in command. No, he was just... apathetic. b*****d.

"I'm injured." Genesis said in a matter-of-factly damsel-in-distress tone, batting her eyelashes sadly and pushing her pout even more forward. The way Jarvis had asked her why she was around made it seem like he honestly didn't care. Why didn't he care? It wasn't like she looked ordinary, she liked to consider herself anything but. Genesis glared at his back slightly when he threw the cupboard open, digging through his supplies. Sometimes, she wished that he'd just pay attention to her even more. She didn't necessary love him, but she hated it when she was attention-deprived. The only person who was allowed to ignore her was [the captain], since it was obviously the girl did it all the time. "I--" Genesis' attempt to explain how she had gotten the cut through a "tremendous, dangerous, and deadly battle" was interrupted when Jarvis explained he honestly didn't care. Her jaw dropped just a bit. He didn't care?! Who the hell did he think he was?! And who the hell did he think she was?! Genesis was second-in-command on the ******** ship, he'd better give her some respect damnit. "What are you trying to say?" she demanded, but he only ignored her as he continued to tend to her wound. Her eyes narrowed into another glare, but she didn't say anything else. If it weren't for the fact that he was touching her thigh and what not, she probably would have had her mouth running like crazy, attempting to seduce him into a conversation. But she figured, he was probably one of those silent guys into those sexy silent girls. It would make sense; maybe if she was a bit quieter then he might pay more attention to her. She did tend to talk a lot around him, after all. "Oooh, you're so good at this." Genesis said softly, her voice low and seductive. However, instead of responding to her, he finished patching up the remaining part of her wound and then looked away. Like he really, honestly, truly didn't give a s**t about her.

Jarvis turned around. For a second, Genesis actually thought that he was going to talk to her... finally give in, but noooooo. Quite the opposite. He was babbling on and on about some bullshit, something Genesis honestly didn't care to listen for. She glared slightly at his straight back, watching the cyborg as he left the room. What the hell was wrong with him for thinking there was something wrong with Genny? He was just demented, not going after her. Finally, he left the room and the girl sat herself up on the medical table, running her fingers softly over the stitches that had been embedded in her. The door swung open, and slowly, in attempt to look sexy, she glanced, hoping, wishing, praying that it was Jarvis. Of course, that was just nothing but wishful thinking because it was [the weapon specialist]... which Genesis supposed wasn't that bad. She hadn't fooled around with him for a while, she was beginning to think that now was the perfect time. They were going after Orion the ship, which meant she needed him to trust her. "[The weapon specialist's name]," Genny purred softly, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. She gave him a small smile, one that invited him to come closer and closer in. As the male came closer, Genny slid off the counter, wrapping her arms around him as he did the same. "Where have you been?" she asked in a whisper, like she had really missed him. Truth was, she kind of did. "Let's make up for the time we lost--" Before Genesis could finish her sentence, something over the intercom spoke. A familiar voice. Jarvis. Great. What does he want? At the call of his "emergency", Genesis rolled her eyes. Really now? "Let's go," she said, falling into her duty as Miss Second-in-Command.

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♥♥♥xxxxxxGRACiE celine ROMERO

if you would just say LOVE ; if you would just say LOVE
baby, say L O V E xxxxxxxxxxxx
i would fall for you; i would fall for you
but i can't sit still and let you pass me by...

Gwen was... well, different. Different from other girls, that was. There was just something about her; something about her that Gracie couldn't exactly get a hold of. However, thinking about Gwen... like that made her think about Lindy... like that as well. Gracie didn't know Gwen very well nor long, but she was positive that she was nothing like Lindy. Lindy was this kind of shy girl, at least, she looked like one. However, once Gracie had penetrated through that little shield of hers, it was soon discovered that Lindy was not a shy girl. Gracie thought that was the reason why she's always liked the little "friend" of hers, because she had just about two sides. However, spending so much time with Lindy, she had forgotten how much she actually missed somebody who was just flat-out bold... somebody like Gwen. This was crazy. I barely even know her. No, scratch that. I don't even know her. At all. Then why exactly was Gracie feeling like this? She thought Gwendolyn was pretty... that was all. It wasn't anything major, right? And perhaps she was confusing her ambitions to be her friend with the fact that she actually had something for her. Or maybe she was just lonely. Yeah, that was all. The whole time Gracie had been here... which wasn't long, but it felt like Gwen had been the only one that she could truly relate to. There was Tawni, the apparently "happy" person who was dedicated to "shifting her out of her phase"but had intense mood swings. Then there was also Tyler, her roommate who wasn't that bad... yet. It was quite obvious, though, that he had a little trouble with staying focused. She just loveddddd how he totally ran from her and towards Gwen. Great. Made Gracie feel tremendously special. But then there was Gwen, a lesbian as well, who had actually taken the time to talk to her. To get to know her... well... it was a nice feeling. Just because Gracie didn't like the place, it didn't mean she didn't like the people here.

When Gwendolyn warned Gracie that her things were going to be confiscated and ran through, she wasn't kidding. By the time Gracie had managed to find her way back to her room, all by herself and glancing frantically around, hoping to see Tyler or at least Gwen, she had encountered two older men in their mid thirties, holding a plastic bag and standing in front, waiting for Gracie. Awkwardly, Gracie tried to pretend as if she hadn't seen them, but they stopped her, asked her if she was Gracie Romero. "Yeah, why?" She knew why, though. They took her things. These people had absolutely no right to go through her stuff, let alone take them away. This was whack; all bullshit. It was an invasion of privacy and... and.. and... she missed her stuff. However, the moment she felt like s**t right after she found out that most of her personal belongings had been stripped away from her just like that, Gracie also remembered Gwen's words. "Just find me again by ten to three and I'll help get your things back." For some odd, crazy, insane reason... that just made everything okay again. Gracie wasn't positive if it was the fact that she was going to get her things back... or she was going to be with Gwen alone. Hmmm, maybe it was just the thrill of sneaking her stuff back that made her feel soooo... well... pumped up for ten o' clock pm tonight. Gracie would be able to get her iPod that she seemed to cling onto so much, her cell phone, her journal (they had better not go through anything), and her wallet. Why they needed her wallet... well, that was beyond her. Gracie would actually be alright if they took her money, seeing as she only had a measly ten dollar bill in there. It was the pictures that was bugging her. Like most girls, Gracie kept pictures in her wallet, mostly pictures of Lindy and some other chicks. If these douchebags who had taken her stuff in the first place went through all this, they'd probably think that Gracie would need to stay longer. Then again, Gracie hoped they went through her things. Maybe then they'd finally realize how dedicated she was to Lindy.

As Gracie waited impatiently for ten that night, she decided to hang out around Tyler. After she had returned to her little room only to find her things stolen, Tyler stormed in not much longer, a dark haired boy in tow. They were arguing about who would win in a fight-- Tyler himself or the dark haired male. "Well, if you tried to punch me in the face I'd do a high jump kick and then high jump kick you in arm you tried to punch me with while high jump kicking your face at the same time." The other male looked baffled; not at the sight of Gracie but rather at what Tyler had just said. "Dude, what the ********? What the hell is a high jump kick? And you've said it so much I don't even--" "OKAY! Just... let's just say it's a draw, okay?" "... Draw but I'm closer to winning... but just this." The dark haired male lifted his hands up, and pushed his thumb and index finger at each other, leaving only a centimeter gap. Tyler stared back, but finally waved his hand away. "Fine, fine, whatever, you win. Oh, hey, Macy." Gracie frowned, rolling her eyes. "Gracie, you mean?" Tyler was too busy pulling the shirt off of him, looking for another one. "Yeah, that, whatever." he said apathetically, now struggling to get into a baby-blue tee. He suddenly smacked the back of his hand at the other male's chest, creating a little thump! sound. "This is Devin, by the--" Devin caught Tyler's arm and began twisting it, only to have Tyler screech like a high-pitched girl and begin to fight back. The two males were wrestling at each other, ramming each other into walls onto the ground... then picking each other up only to wrestle once again. Gracie had been tempted to leave; only she didn't know where to go. It was a good thing Devin finally proved his words that he could beat Tyler in a fight, since he eventually tackled Tyler onto his bed and quickly scrambled off, claiming victory.

Besides Devin, who was a lot more nicer than she had predicted, Tyler had also introduced her to some other people. He said he was going to "go hang out", and actually offered for Gracie to go along. She had been a little hesitant, knowing she'd feel awkward since she didn't know anybody. However, that would be a lot better than staying in a room that had nothing interesting. So, with only being left behind as the other option, Gracie nodded her head and followed Devin and Tyler, who were shoving each other in the hallway as hard as they could, trying to experiment whether or not it was possible to make a human-shaped dent in the wall. Now, honestly, Gracie didn't know the answer, but she did know enough to realize that the two males hadn't accomplished their goal. They were two guys you should never put together; they had distracted each other way too much it was insane. Gracie was actually beginning to wonder how the hell the rest of the rehab center had managed to deal with them. Speaking of the rest of the members, Gracie got to meet a few. There was Rosie, a preppy girl who was apparently accused as a lesbian and claimed to be none of that sort. "My parents forced me to come!" she had whined over and over again. Then there was Ariel, who had a thing for girls but actually wanted to change. She, unfortunately, had been brainwashed by Tawni into thinking that it was seriously just as a phase she'd get over. Bradley was a football jock, apparently, football team captain, who was gay and totally hiding in the closet. He was buff and looked as if he'd bully gay men, but when you had a real conversation with him, you'd realize that he was actually very sweet and considerate. Of course, there were other that Tyler and Devin had introduced to Gracie, but they were either far too boring, or she had just completely forgotten their names. Rosie, Bradley, Ariel, Tyler, Devin, and Gwen seemed like the only people that Gracie had managed to remember. Maybe they were special or something... or just really interesting and nice as well.

Finally it was ten. Finally. Gracie didn't know why, but she had been so anxious for this time of the night. However, there was just one tiny problem. She had no idea where to find Gwendolyn. The girl had just left her with what time they should probably meet up, but said nothing about where. And Gracie didn't want to flake out on her... that would make a pretty bad first impression. So, desperate times called for desperate measures, and Gracie mentally smacked herself when she walked out of their little bathroom, towards Tyler, who was on some sort of portable gaming system. "Um, Tyler?" the girl said meekly to get his attention. He pressed a button on the gaming system, which looked a lot like a PSP, obviously pausing it before he turned his head and glanced back towards Gracie. "What?" The thing with Tyler was that he wasn't necessarily rude to her, but he wasn't exactly sweet, either. Tough love, she guessed. "Um, well, you know, uh, Gwen, right? What's her room?" Before, Tyler looked only slightly interested. Now, he looked very. "Ooooh, Gwennie-Gwen-Gwen, huh? You into redheads?" Immediately, Gracie's face flushed and she shook her head furiously. She was blushing insanely, her cheeks turning to a bright shade of red. "It's okay, it's okay." Tyler said, smirking. Gracie had to defend herself. "No! Tyler! It's not like that. I freakin' swear." Gracie protested loudly, shaking her head even more. "Mhmmm. Suuuuure. So why else would you be looking for her at--" The male glanced at the digital clock with the bright red font. "-- at nearly ten PM?" Gracie was tempted to just leave. Find her own way. But she knew it wouldn't work like that. Instead, she was forced to admit why she needed to talk to Gwen. "Ugh! They took my stuff, okay? Gwen said she'd help me take it back. There. I said it. No, I'm not going to have hot lesbian sex with her. I just need my stuff back." Tyler let out a low whistle; like he had finally understood the reasoning. "Oh, why didn't you just say so?" Instead of replying to the scatterbrained male, Gracie just rolled her eyes.

Tyler promised Gracie that he knew where Gwen would be. How he knew, well, she honestly didn't know but as sad as it was, he was her only hope right about now. At least, with him, there was a chance... it might be slim (it probably is), a chance to find Gwen, but it was better than her running around the place like an idiot. He informed her that she should probably change into something darker instead of her bright top, so she did. Slipping on a black top, the girl followed her roommate quietly out the door, closing it after them. Before they had done so, they had slipped lumps of pillows in the place where their beds should be, just in case the supervisors came by to check for anything. Tyler said, apparently, experienced, it. However, Gracie thought it was just ridiculous. As lame as these supervisors were, she was pretty sure they had lives instead of just stalking around in the middle of the night, examining rooms while everybody was asleep. Whatever, though. "Where are we going?" Gracie asked Tyler. "Shhh, shut up." Tyler hissed back in a whisper, guiding her towards the familiar place. Downstairs. She had recognized it when she had first stepped into the building. Nearby a pillar, there stood a barely noticeable figure, and made Gracie's heart jump out of shock and fear a bit when she noticed who it was. Gwen. She gave Tyler a look, as if wondering what he was doing here. "Hi." Gracie felt obligated to greet, and then flashed a small smile, hoping to seem friendlier. Hopefully, she and Gwen would be great friends. It felt like Gracie could really relate to her... at least, it was a hell lot easier with her than Tyler. "Sorry it took us too long." More flushing, more blushing. Gwen explained how she was had already picked the locks, but they needed somebody to watch. And because she picked the locks, they were Gracie's things, and Tyler was useless (Gwen sugarcoated the words, though, and said he was doing nothing better), the male was stuck on guard duty. He had complained and whined, but finally his resistance died down.

So, the two girls had managed to sneak into the office, since Gwen already picked the lock that granted them access. The whole time, Gracie was feeling fuzzy inside... kind of like little butterflies. She kept telling herself it was because she was going to get her stuff back, but a part of her knew it was because Gwen kept grabbing onto her arm, leading the girl in the dark. "In here." Gwen whispered, taking hold of Gracie and then guiding her towards a door. It looked unlocked or something since Gwen had easily pushed it open. Instead, the other redhead had flicked the lights on. After radiation was present, it revealed a room full of things that would probably be confiscated, like cell phones, dirty magazines... little things like that. In front of each group of items, it said who it belonged to. "Those are mine!" Gracie exclaimed, pointing towards the mound that was created by her ipod, cell phone, books, diaries, letters, pictures, wallet... the things she treasured most. Before she could grab them, though, she heard a familiar voice. Tawni. Talking to Tyler. Quickly, Gwen shut down the power in the closet, and closed the door all the way. Even with the door closed, you could still hear Little Miss Not-so-Innocent Tawni yelling at poor Tyler. "You are in complete violation! You're suppose to be in bed, Tyler." she lectured, her voice stern and what not. "I, uh... um... lost an earring. I was looking for it." Gracie actually smacked her forehead lightly with her palm, wondering what kind of stupid excuse that was. There was an awkward silence between Tawni and Tyler before the woman spoke up. "Go to bed. Now. Or else I'll make sure you attend so many meetings you'll barely have a life." After Tyler agreed to go, the cheery side popped in. "Okay, then! Everything's settled. Good night, sweetie. See you tomorrow. Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite~!" Gracie made another face. "What the hell? Is she always like this?" she whispered... very lightly to Gwen, who she was grabbing onto since she was so scared. Before a reply was thrown back, though, Tawni had stepped into the office, humming elegantly as if she had never threatened Tyler. "Oh, shoot. I forgot to lock up the room." Tawni murmured to no one in particular, but still loud of enough. Gracie felt her heart drop. Oh shiiiiit. she thought, but was too terrified to budge. She heard a faint click... and then footsteps... and door closing after. It was clear, then. Tawni had just locked the closet up, left the room, and trapped Gwen and Gracie.

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» what happens in the office, stays in the office

Scribbles is one of the most successful magazines out there right about now. It's got a higher rating than other popular magazines such as Cosmo Girl and Seventeen, and right now is at neck-to-neck competition with the magazine Vogue. Basically, what Scribbles is is a magazine that talks about all a girl can fuss over-- new clothing lines, a pretty shade of make-up, cute boys, celebrities, and where to get the best deals. They've got the latest gossip and the best interviews. And most shocking of all, they've skyrocketed to the top in under a year, proving their skills. All the other magazine companies view them as incredible while others view them as top competitors. And while they look good on the outside... it's completely different on the inside. On the inside, Scribbles is a disaster. Everybody isn't really up for entertaining people but just for money and riches. Although they keep a professional manner, the writers are all sleeping with each other for their own personal gains. Problems between some people unfold, and enemies are made. It may seem like just a little thing, but these "little things" could lead to something bigger... like the destruction of the whole magazine company.

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* based off of jurassic park

After the safety of Jurassic Park, a park full of dinosaurs that have been created through dinosaur blood's DNA and frog genes to fill in the hole, it's become one of the most successful amusement parks. Kids are loving the whole dinosaur thing as well as adults who are impressed. For a year and a half, nothing has gone wrong with the park. Electrical fences with 10,000 volts have been preventing all unnecessary trouble. In fact, the park has said to be so safe that the biggest danger is to step onto the tour cab, where you could possibly hit your head on the ceiling on your way in. The dinosaurs were no threat... at least, not for a while.

The temperature of Jurassic Park has always been maintained to be fairly warm, so when a badass storm blows over the area everything goes crazy. One of the power cords have been cut, and since the storm is pretty heavy, no handy technician is available. In attempt to figure out how to turn the power back on, the director thinks it's brilliant to shut everything down and try turning it back on. Unfortunately, after the power has all been turned off, things just get worse. People are dying... getting eaten is more like it. Dinosaurs are roaming around the island, and survivors are trying to make it through. In order to get out alive, you apparently have to get onto the other side of the park and turn the power back on, which gives you the ability to use phone lines to call for a helicopter. Now, the big question is, who'll make it across the island and who won't?

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Matt had a dog. Unfortunately, Anna hadn't bothered to learn his name yet. Well... maybe she did, but she was sooo tired she had just completely forgotten. Either way, the nameless dog was barking his head off... maybe he thought there was an intruder or the fact that she had knocked over some CD's bothered the dog. Shhh, shhhh, shhhh! Anna thought frantically, glancing around the place to see if there was anything she could keep the dog quiet. Last thing she wanted was to wake him up... especially if he didn't have work today and planned on sleeping in. However, any attempt to save and preserve Matthew's sleep was destroyed; seeing as his door slowly opened, and a very sleepy male emerged from it. To be honest, Anna was expecting him to throw a tantrum and get even more angry. Instead, though, as;lkdfja;werha;lsdjfawerasdfjkasd;fkljasdflkj

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DELETE THIS WHEN DOING PROFILE: ROUND TO FOURTY.

the office's very own TITLE HEREfillterstuffiller

NAME GOES HEREfillerstuffillerfillerstuffiller☎
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✎fillerstuffilleragehere
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personality goes here, explain what they're like and how they behave around others. you know how everything goes.


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the office's very own manipulative flirtfillterstuffiller

savannah clare skylerfillerstuffillerfillerstuffiller☎
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" from the start, you were sweet and simply attracted to me
you'd stay always like that, you said when you first walked up to me "




When I was a little girl, I grew up in a family with three other girls and only one brother. Yeah, there were a lot of kids. Five children and only two parents... which meant that not everybody was going to get love, attention, and affection. Usually, being close in age, we'd fight over the attention of either my mom or my dad. I suppose that's where I get my competitive attitude from... I always have to win... I always have to be the center of attention. I will do anything and everything to do what I can as long as it meant somebody's eyes were pinned on me in awe. Also, growing up in a competitive family has also shaped me to be very manipulative and also dark-minded... I tend to sabotage my opponent's ideas and stuff. I mean, don't get me wrong, though. It's not like I walk around looking for things to smash and destroy... nooo. I'm very sly at this sort of thing, and sometimes I might just pin the blame on somebody else. Usually, all of this only happens at home, though. You know, when you're a little kid and it's before dinner and there's the cookie jar... sitting at the center of the counter... demanding you to open it and eat whatever is inside. And when your parents ask who the hell finished the whole container, you'd point your little finger at your older sister. However, I don't tend to do much blaming at the office, though... maybe just sabotaging... but definitely not blaming. I mean, I don't need to blame. Everybody here loves me, no? They should. I act like a sweet innocent young woman, batting my eyelashes at people and greeting them. I put on the most sincere appearance so that everybody assumes I'm pure-minded and nothing twisted nor evil is going on in my head. I smile tenderly and wave happily to everybody I know as I walk into my job in the office. Though, really, in my head, I'm thinking, ugh, another day at working with all these freakin' idiots.


" you want me, you've fallen for me, you're crazy for me
you can't break out, i got you, under my skin "


I used to hate writing. A lot. All those words... then paragraphs... then essays... I hated it. With a passion. However, as I grew older I kind of grew out of it. Writing suddenly seemed to be the only thing that I was good at. I never really had much of a click with history nor math... but with writing it was just randomly something I picked up. I don't know how, seeing as I used to despise it, but I'm kind of glad I stuck to it. Before I knew it, I went to college and planned on being a journalist. I was the only one in my family who was going to pursue something like that, something that involved writing in my career. I was the oddball in the family for a while, my mom told me to go for something that I could actually make a lot of money doing. I guess you could say that she didn't think this whole writing phase was going to last. She expected me to tank my job and then end up in the streets because I had no back-up plan in my life. Though, my mother was wrong. Very wrong. It wasn't long before I had managed to snag an interview with Scribbles before they had actually become popular. The editor, this really attractive man, told me he'd consider me and give me a call. Pretty soon, that call did come through and I was practically bouncing off the walls. My first few days at work, though, weren't exactly so ecstatic. I felt like the new kid on the block or something, although I wasn't the only one who had just started that day. Still. It was an uncomfortable feeling, placing my notebook computer on my desk inside a tiny cubicle, trying to decide what was the best way to write and all. I guess you could say that I was very quiet, shy, even. I was actually kind of nervous that my first article would be one big fat fail, so every time I wrote something I'd always print it, scrunch it up into a paper ball, and toss it furiously across the little room I had. I was frustrated in the beginning, and paranoid that my mom was right. That writing just wasn't my thing... and that I should quit before I get fired. It wouldn't matter if I was nowhere in the Scribbles office, anyways. Nobody would miss me. Nobody would really notice I'm gone. After all, I was no one at that time.

However, things began to look up. The office is pretty much my home, my second home, I guess. Turns out, the article I nervously handed in wasn't as bad as I actually thought. My boss, the a*****e editor had no problem with it... and in fact found it impressive. I remember raising a brow and shockingly say, "Really?!" And that was the start of my inspiration. My boss didn't think I was a s**t writer. I wasn't a failure, after all. It gave me an ego boost, I guess you can say, and I became more confident in my work. Perhaps a little too confident. I started having my stories published on the front cover frequently, which only gave me a bigger boost. However, I remember one time the a*****e editor didn't feature this really awesome article I had written, but planned on having some other person's crappy one. Furiously, I stormed in the room, planning to demand him to put mine in since mine was obviously better. Instead, I found myself pressed against my boss and that was the beginning of everything. How I could actually ensure that I'd get feature. All I had to do was sleep with the a*****e editor, and viola!... everything was nice and dandy. My article would be on the front cover, and I'd get more and more praise. I mean, why hadn't I thought of that before? Everybody in the office thinks that I must be an amazing writer to constantly get my stories featured, since I obviously look like a sweet angelic woman, not somebody who sleeps with her boss for more attention in magazine. But it's not like I shove my achievements in my co-worker's faces. I could casually bring it up but I wouldn't just deliberately walk up to somebody and tell them about my fantastic news. Anyways, speaking of news, I've been hearing some rumors about the intern and our very own secretary fooling around. Doesn't she have a boyfriend? Wow, I mean, everything could be okay if she was single, but she's dating. I suppose I wouldn't blame her, though. I also heard some rumors, not sure if it's true or not, that her boyfriend the determined overachiever is sleeping around with his co-worker the know-it-all. How sick is that? It's like, either stop cheating on each other or just stop dating! Of course, I don't know if any of these are true or not, so I'm not just gonna babble around. After all, tsk tsk, rumors these days. They spread like wildfire, crazy and fast.

this is pretty much the relationship section of the profile. how do they get along with everyone. are they seeing anyone at all? who's the enemy? and so on. make sure you bold the name or title of the character you are talking about. choose at the very least three characters to talk about.