Sunny's Testing Vs. 2

[typically_tangled]

It had been a few days since the "i want you" incident. Violet, Avery and the rest of the pack hadn't reacted well to that. But they couldn't do anything about that. That was who Lilah had imprinted on. As much as they had been unhappy about it, Lilah herself was unhappy about it. No matter how many times she had asked, pouted, or kissed him, Jack hadn't given in. So maybe he had been right about Matt being the heartbreaker. But she couldn't tell, Jack was still a mystery to her. And he was a major distraction. Sure she was smart, thanks in great part to her mother. But when Jack was in her classes she couldn't concentrate on anything but him. Plus he always tries to distract her. And that's not hard to do. He might live forever and have plenty of chances to go to high school, but well she had only one life, technically and needed to pass this one. Lilah wasn't quite sure how her father felt about her imprinting on a vampire, but well she didn't care. Ok that was a lie. Lilah cared about that alot. But today was a special day.

It was finally the weekend, and Lilah had been given the day off of rounds. Since she had imprinted no one had really wanted to be in her mind. Well they would just have to get used to that. Jack was coming here to pick her up and take her to his home. And Lilah had a plan. Thank god, Jack wasn't like Uncle Edward and Jack couldn't read her mind. But maybe he would be able to make out her intentions of being home alone. Lilah was so sweet and innocent, as well as naive. And Jack just had the super talent of being able to see right through her. But he also made her feel amazing. Lilah wasn't sure if that was because she had imprinted on him, and it was amplifying her feelings, or she had actually felt those things for him.

Lilah was walking along whistling to herself. The sun was shining, which was very rare in Forks. And it wasn't cold at all. But that was only because she had a high temperature. Lilah had planned her outfit especially for Jack, and especially for this evening. Lilah had picked something out that would show off her legs, which she had come to realize was Jack's favorite feature on her. She was so lost in her thoughts, and tracking Jack's scent to where he was waiting for her, that she didn't see Simon, until he was right on her. "Hey Lilah, have you seen your cousin, Vi anywhere?" He asked, startling her a little. When she looked at him she smiled. "I haven't seen her anywhere, but I can smell her!" She said, Vi's scent was mixing slightly with Jack's so they must be in the same place. Simon looked a little confused, he had had so many questions for Violet ever since he found out their "secret". "I can smell Violet, I'm looking for Jack, we can look together, with my super sniffer!" She said laughing.

The other boy laughed, finally catching on that Lilah was one of the wolves too. There were a few moments of silence, but it wasn't awkward. Both were content to find the people that they were looking for and to not say anything. But after a moment or two, Jack spoke up. "So, you're a wolf too?" He asked. Lilah smiled and nodded. Still sniffing out the scent of her boyfriend/imprint, and cousin. "Yeah, I am. It's pretty amazing, huh?" She asked enthusiastically. "It's really cool. I just can't believe this has been happening under our noses." He said. Finally Lilah figured out where Jack and Violet had been headed. They were headed to the community center. Why they would go there, she wasn't sure. She told them exactly where they had been headed. It didn't take the two long to get there. Although Lilah could have gotten there much faster had she not been saddled with the human. But she wasn't complaining. Her ears pricked up at a strange sound. It was the sound of kissing. "Come on!" She said, grabbing his hand. Lilah hurried to the door, and opened it up. What she saw was shocking. Jack and Violet were kissing... each other.

"Jack, what...." Lilah said as tears came to her eyes. It felt like her world was coming down. "Violet, why would you do this to me?" She asked thinking that this was just a ploy to show Lilah that her imprint was horrible and she shouldn't love him.

"LILAH CLEARWATER"

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there's a place downtown where the freaks all come around it's a whole in the
wall, it's a dirty free for all.
when the dark of the night
comes around. that's the time that the animal comes alive. looking for something wild

and now lookin' like pimps in my
gold trans-am got a bottle
of whiskey in my handbag get my
drunk text on i'll regret it in the mornin'.

but tonight i don't give a i
don't give a i don't
give a there's a place downtown
where the freaks all come around it's a whole in
the wall, it's a dirty free for all, and they turn me on when they take it off
when they take it off everybody take it off
there's a place I know, if you're looking for a show

Today was a day just like any other. Erin Catherin O'Shay, or Cat as she preferred to be called walked the streets just like usual. She was on the clock. Now if she was working than why would she be working the streets? Well that would be because this was her job. She was a prostitute. And this was how she made her money. It wasn't the best, but well it wasn't the worst either. Sure Cat was smart, she had had great potential, but she had come from the wrong side of town. And being from that sort of place, wasn't the greatest when you want to apply to schools, or make yourself known. So she had turned towards the streets. And that was how she had made her living for quite some time. After the first couple of years, you tended to lose count of how long you had been doing this. And this was all Cat had ever known.

Cat pulled at her short skirt, and tank top. It was a little chilly, but maybe that was only because she was in such a scantily clad outfit. But granny clothes didn't get customers. Some people honked their horns at her, mostly men. But no one stopped. It seemed this was how she lived her life. It was like Cat was moving in slow motion, and everyone else was moving at the speed of light. Today was a slow day. No one had stopped yet and asked for her "services". But some days were like that. Some guy stopped and asked her how much she charged, and once she had told him, he seemed to think she was too high priced. The guy sped off and Cat flicked him off. Everyone had to make a living somehow.

Cat decided to move on. Maybe she would get more customers a little ways down. She didn't know what she had been thinking setting up here. Cat clutched her purse to her a little tighter. It didn't take her long before someone was slowing down. Cat looked over her shoulder. It was a guy, scratch that, a very attractive guy in a nice convertible. Cat wondered if it was a stick shift, she had learned a little something about cars in her years of doing this. She turned her blue eyes on him, as he stopped right next to her. She leaned on the window he had rolled down and listened as he spoke. "Excuse me miss, but do you know where Lenzo Street is? I'm going to be late for an important meeting and any help would be appreciated" He asked her. Cat smiled him, he was such a cutie. Apparently he wasn't from around here. And he obviously didn't know what she did for a living.

"Cutie, course I can help you. You aren't from around here, are ya?" She asked, bluntly. That was just who she was. He was asking her where Lenzo street was. Cat rose an eyebrow at him, but kept the smile on her face. "Of course I know where Lenzo street is. Everyone knows that." She said. Opening the door, Cat got in. It didn't matter that he hadn't invited her in. She put her hand on his arm, and took her index finger up and down his arm. "I'll take you there, no problem, hun. But that's not all that I'm good for. I can make this worth your while." She said, taking her hand away from him, she made herself comfortable, and put her seat belt on. Then she looked back at him. "It's a nice car you have. Let's go for a ride!" She said excitedly. This was going to be fun, and maybe, just maybe he would be able to give her a little bit extra than most of the men she had as clients.

"ERIN O'SHAY"

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Simon was still a little uncomfortable with the whole, him and Vi situation. It had nothing to do with her, and him being together. It was the fact that her father didn't like nor did he approve of him. But Simon had to admit he admired Violet's stubbornness, and determination. She was putting her faith in him, and was defying her father, who didn't think she should be with him. Simon had never been in a relationship that went far enough for him to meet the parents. But he had only known Violet for a day before she had made him meet her parents. Plus the twins he had met, he still couldn't remember their names. The girl was pretty hot, but too young for his taste. Plus she knew Violet, and they were practically family, and that was too close for comfort for him. Although maybe she wouldn't be too bad in bed. Wait, wait, wait. He couldn't think about that. He had promised Violet that he would be faithful to her. It was hard but he was trying. So many girls had made moves on him in the past few days and he had rejected them all. But it was really hard.

It had been a few days but Simon was still afraid of going to Violet's house and asking if she was there. That was just plain awkward. So Simon had gotten in his car after a shower and he had gotten changed and was now on his way to La Push. The sun was shining and everything seemed perfect. He was going to spend the day with his lovely girlfriend. Simon looked back into the back seat, and made sure he had swimming trunks in there so in case they went swimming he was prepared. Or they could always go skinny dipping. But with her dad walking around and all the wolves, maybe that wasn't the best plan. Well they would have plenty of time to figure out what to do, once he found her. God how come she was so hard to find. It was times like these that he was a wolf and had her heightened senses.

Jack was just about to give up his search around La Push for Violet and just call her when he saw her cousin Lily, Lulu, Lilah! At least he was pretty sure that's what her name was. Simon could never be sure, he wasn't very good with names. But he had made sure never to forget Violet's name, or he would be in deep s**t! Simon walked over to the girl, and seemed to surprise her. Lilah looked so intense like she was looking for something too. Maybe the dude that she had printed herself on, or something like that. "Hey Lilah, have you seen your cousin, Vi anywhere?" He asked, seeming to startle her more. "I haven't seen her anywhere, but I can smell her!" She said, and Simon was thoroughly confused. He needed her to elaborate. "I can smell Violet, I'm looking for Jack, we can look together, with my super sniffer!" She said laughing.

Simon finally understood what she was trying to tell him. She was a wolf, and with her senses could smell Violet. He was still trying to wrap his head around all of this. A few moments of silence passed between them. Simon was content with just being quiet for a little bit. But then curiosity got the best of him. "So, you're a wolf too?" He asked. Simon watched as Lilah smiled and nodded. This was cool. Too bad he couldn't be a wolf too. "Yeah, I am. It's pretty amazing, huh?" She asked enthusiastically. She was really excited and happy about being a wolf. "It's really cool. I just can't believe this has been happening under our noses." He said. And this statement was true. These wolves and vampires lived right here in the same town and area that humans and hardly any of the humans had ever found out about them. But apparently there were a few special cases in which humans had found out. Like him! A few moments passed between them again, and Simon was completely oblivious to his surroundings. Or the fact that Lilah had heard or smelled something or someone. Because a moment later, told him to come on, and grabbed his hand.

Simon picked up his speed, trying to keep up with her. She seemed in a hurry now, and a little confused. But in a moment when they got to the little community center, Simon saw what it was that had her so confused. There was the girl's boyfriend/mark thing, and Violet... kissing. He looked to Lilah and saw that she was hurt, it was like her world had come crashing down around her, and she had tears in her eyes. Jack, what...." Lilah said, "Violet, why would you do this to me?" She asked. Simon was mad at the fact that Violet was kissing this douchebag, but he was also mad at the fact that Lilah was accusing Violet of starting this transgression. "How do you know Violet started this? Did you ever think your womanizer of a boyfriend made a move on her?" He asked, clearly frustrated. Then he turned his attention back to Violet and Jack, who were still locking lips with one another. Hadn't Vi told him that Lilah had imprinted on a vampire? That was just ******** great, he couldn't even ******** do anything to this douche bag because he would just hurt himself. "Get. Your. ********. Hands. Off. Her." He said, his hands clenched in fists, he really wanted to punch something. "Vi, do you think you could disentangle yourself from him, please?" He asked her, seething in anger.

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I was mad, and he knew it.
But didn't I have a right to be mad?
I know I should be happy and supportive of him.
But how can I be, when he wasn't happy about his child.
I placed my hand on my stomach and felt guilty.
I felt guilty that I hadn't been happy for Ethan.
He worked hard, and deserved a little happiness in his life, and maybe once he came to terms with our child, he would be.
But I can't help but think of her and how she'll find some way to make Ethan unhappy about everything.



He brings her up, and is worried about her.
I feel a pang of jealousy.
Has he ever been this worried about me?
I try and tell him that Maddie is a big girl and can take care of herself.
I'm trying to be nice, and curb his worries for her.
But I can tell my insensitivity angers him.



He nods, when I mention breakfast.
We begin to head to the kitchen.
My stomach grumbles, and I know I'm starving.
I watch as Ethan takes out a bunch of pots and pans.
It's nice that he's cooking today.
Normally I do it.
I run a hand in my hair as I sit at our little table.



My mind starts to wander.
I start thinking about doing this when our baby is here.
I can picture our son or daughter with Ethan's dark hair, and set of lungs in their high chair.
Me warming up a bottle for the baby and Ethan making him and I breakfast.
This warms my heart up so much. This is all I want.
This is all I've ever wanted, was a little family.
My hand goes to my stomach, and I whisper that it will be ok.
They say babies can hear what goes on outside of the mother.
My dream fantasy for our family is interrupted, by Ethan's phone.



As soon as I hear it's Kent, my worry subsides.
I don't feel so bad anymore.
They are talking about practice and Ethan says something about Maddie being there.
So what should I do?
Ethan sighs, and I look up to see him relieved but still a little bothered.
He hangs up the phone.
Then he serves me my food.



My stomach grumbles, everything looks and smells delicious.
I nibble a little at the toast, trying to see how much my stomach can take.
Ethan sits next to me and smiles, I smile back.
Maybe things will start going our way.
The day seems to be looking up.
Now that I know I can handle something, I start to dig in.
Everything is just so delicious.
"This is really good" I say, meaning what I say.



I think everything is going good.
Ethan is quiet, but I'm too absorbed in eating to make much conversation either.
I hope he doesn't think I'm a pig, but I am eating for t w o
A few moments pass, and then it feels like the air has been knocked from my lungs.
Ethan asks why I don't like Maddie.
I hesitate.
My face blank.
I clear my throat, and finish my bite I was chewing.
"I don't not like her, Ethan. I just don't love her either." I say, trying to be as nice as I can about his best friend.
"I feel as if she's never liked me. At first, I thought it was because you were best friends. And no one was good enough for her best friend. But then I slowly came to realize that's not the reason at all. The reason she doesn't like me, is because she loves you, and wants you to herself. And I guess I always feel like she's trying to steal you away from me." I say hesitantly, staring at my hands in my lap.
I didn't realize how emotional I was getting.
Tears were pricking my eyes, threatening to spill over.
"I just don't want to lose you." I said, my voice small and insignificant.

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My head is screaming at me not to do this.
That this is w r o n g.
That she is leading me on, and doesn't love me.
But my heart is saying another thing.
Saying that I can fix her
I can pick up the pieces, make her whole again.
And when she asks me to come tonight, my heart soars.



Stupid heart!
But I can't control myself.
I move towards her, my arms wrap around her small delicate body.
She melts, and my heart soars even more.
I can do this
I can take care of her
I want to take care of her.
But will she let me? That's the big question.
As my arms wrap around her, I can feel her melt a little.



I don't want to move too fast with her.
She's been stuck on this guy for forever, I don't want to push her into something she isn't ready for.
But I can't help myself, my lips press against hers.
She seems to be enjoying it, which is a good sign.
She hasn't pushed me back or said no yet.
Her arms wrap around me, and move over my skin.
I can't help the moan of pleasure that escapes my lips.



I pull away with a smile still on my face.
Even though I would love to d e e p e n the kiss, or take her back to bed, I don't.
I tell her of course I would come. I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Then I ask her where it is.
But those aren't the questions I want to ask.
Those questions aren't the ones, I'm dying for an answer to.
I watch Maddie closely.
She looks a little nervous, and I wonder if I'm the one making her this way.



She tells me where and I make a mental note of it.
But then I tell her what is really on my mind.
I tell her that I can be the one to take care of her.
That I will treat her right.
That she deserves better.
Then I tell her that I know she doesn't love me, and that I will take it slow.
I reassure her that I won't hurt her.
And now I have that off my chest, I wait for her to speak.



She tells me everything that I already know.
Maddie tells me that it has to be really slow, that she loves him, he doesn't even deserve his name to be spoken.
She says that she's loved him since she was twelve.
That she can't turn it on and off, even if she wanted to.
I nod.
It's silent for a moment.
And then she catches me off guard.



She tells me that she wants to try.
She needs to try.
And then she tells me that she wants to try with me.
My heart explodes with happiness, and I smile.
Before I can speak, her phone goes off again.
She goes to answer it.
She seems annoyed when she answers. But it's not him, I can tell.
Then she comes back into the room, the food is done.
Maddie grabs two forks, and the food.
Then she grabs my hand. I follow her to my chair.
She pushes me down and I sit, then she sits on my lap, and hands me the fork.
I pull her closer to me, and smile.
"I'm not going anywhere." I say, digging in.
With my mouth full of food, I turn and look at her.
"Is it selfish of me not to want this day to end? To be in this moment forever?" I say, it's a little sentimental of me, but I'm sort of romantic like that.

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I was tired. It had been a long few months on the ship, and finally I was here in England. Here to fulfill my duty, no my destiny. From the moment I had been born, and been born a girl, my parents had arranged this marriage with the English prince. I was to be married to him, and he was to become the king of England. And by marriage I would be queen of England. I was nervous, of course the wedding wasn't for a little while. But today was the first day I would be presented at court. It would be the first time I would meet my husband and his brother. I only had one friend here in England, and that was my maid Catalina. But I was ready for this, I was strong, and I would not let them get me down. I was the princess of Spain, the daughter of Isabella and Jose of Spain, and I would be the queen of England.

But I was nervous about this boy I was to marry. Aaron Fitzpatrick. He was a little older than I. Make that alot older than I was. But this was my duty. And I was going to embrace it. But how would he be? They called him the "Rosebud of England" he seemed to be the apple of England's eye. But what would I be to him. Would I just be his wife, made to give him a child, a son, and heir to his throne? And what about his brother. I had heard that his brother was a power greedy boy, and was very arrogant and full of himself. What if he conspired against them. I thought this was much more of a risk, than it would be a reward. But what did my parents care? They only cared about land and titles. I was alone in this world.

And what did he expect of me on our wedding night? Did he expect to get right down to business and have me right that night? All these things were running through my head. I knew it was my duty as a wife, and as a princess to have my husband. But I was still a child. Only fifteen. I didn't know anything about love or lust. The only thing I knew were the stories of romances, and I knew this would be no romance. I would not love my husband. This was business. It would not be a story for the romances. Where the man comes and sweeps the girl off her feet, and they fall deeply in love. Aaron was not that man, and I was not that girl. I would not love him. I would marry him for my parents, have his children to secure our place and Aaron's in this world, and keep his reign in the family. But other than that it would not be of love. Would I love my children? Of course I would, they would be the things I held most dear to my heart. Catalina came into my rooms and told me it was time to go.

I lifted myself off of the bed, the skirts of my dresses flowing behind me. Catalina grabbed my train, and another girl opened the door for me. I took one last look at my temporary bedroom before I was to be married and then I would share a room with my husband. I then began walking as fast as I could in this dress and these shoes towards the hall and the great feast that would be awaiting me. As I got closer and closer, my heart started beating rapidly, and my palms began to sweat. I cleared my throat, and composed myself. I did not want Catalina to know that I was afraid, or hesitant. I had to do this. We got to the door of the hall, I could hear the music playing, and some people chatting. The doors opened and someone announced me.

"Josefina of Aragon, Princess of Spain." He said.

With that, all heads turned towards my direction. I placed a genuine smile on my face, even though I was scared to death. What if they thought I wasn't good enough for their prince? I shook those thoughts from my head. I was already here, there was no turning back. I couldn't take back the long journey from Spain to England that I had taken. I walked through the people, as they parted their way for me. I headed right up to the throne where there was three thrones. One for the king, and two for the princes. Although, at this moment in time, there were only two thrones occupied. I walked up, and curtsied to the king. "Your Highness." I said to the king. Then I turned my attention to the boy, I was unsure of whether or not this was my husband-to-be, or his brother. "Your Grace." I said to the boy, and curtsied to him as well.

"Hello Princess," A sly voice said from behind me. I shivered as I turned to see a younger darker looking boy. This I knew must be Prince William. And fear struck at my heart to see him.

"William"
"JOSEFINA OF ARAGON"

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i want someone to love me for who i am i want someone
to need me is that so bad?
i want to break all the madness
but it's all i have. i want someone to love me for who i am.

nothing makes nothing makes sense anymore.
nothing is right nothing is right
when you're gone. i'm losin' my breath
losin' my right to be wrong.

i'm frightened to death, frightened that i
won't be strong i want
someone to love me for who i am
i want someone to need me is that so bad?
i wanna break all the madness but it's all i have. i want someone to love me for who i am.
i'm shaking it off shaking off all of the pain
you're breaking my heart, breaking my heart once again

I wanted to be king. It was as simple as that. I deserved to be king. But he wouldn't let me. He, being my older brother Aaron. Of course being king was his right. He was the first born. And what was I? Just the lowly second son, that they had just in case Aaron died. I was the back up. The reserve. And Aaron always got the best things. He was getting a wife tonight, she had just arrived from Spain a few days before a princess. And what would I get? I thought my father would either send me for priesthood, or I would marry someone of a lower status then Josefina. But I wanted Josefina. I wanted everything that my brother was going to have. I sat here in my bath thinking this way. My servants moved around the room. I didn't have as many as Aaron, but I still had quite a few. My father pampered me. And Aaron scoffed at me.

He might have my father's love and adoration, but I had the love of the court. Everyone thought that I am entertaining and lively. They all thought that Aaron is stuffy and boring, and serious. But I wondered what Josefina would be like. I was supposed to escort her to her wedding ceremony in a month. But it was I who wished that she was walking down the aisle to me. But it was going to be that way. I was determined. And I would become king. I was trying to think of ways to throw my brother off of the throne. I thought to throw a whore his way, and tempt him to be unfaithful, but he wouldn't look horrible doing that. That was completely common, especially when the queen's went into confinement for the birth of their child. But I didn't expect Aaron to do that at all while his wife was giving birth to their child. But then I thought of killing him. That would be the sure fire way to get rid of him. But then everyone knows how I envy my brother, and I might be tried for his murder.

The servants brought me out of my thoughts, when they said that they were done cleaning me. I stood up, out of the wash basin and into a towel. I dismissed the servants. I wanted to be alone, and able to think on my own. It was hard to think when you had people chatting incessantly in your ear. They left once they were dismissed, and headed to the hall. I knew I would be late, but I didn't really care at the moment. I was the second son, it wasn't like I truly mattered at all. A moment later I had wrapped a towel around myself, and opened the door to my private chambers. At the sight before me, I smiled wickedly. It was almost as if the heavens had just smiled down upon me, with the gift of this delicate creature. She looked like she was dressed for the party, like she was one of the guests. But I knew, deep down in my heart, she was not.

This girl was exquisitely gorgeous in her dress. With her blonde hair like that of the sun. The girl seemed to be looking for something. Not me, obviously. She seemed to be looking for my riches. Ahh, there it was. This girl was a thief. "What do we have here?" I asked, moving closer and closer to her. Just the sight of her, aroused me, and I wished I could take her right then and there., which I had been known to do. But I had a party to get to. But maybe I could take her down with me. "I would say you were here looking for me, but it's obvious, you are not. Would you mind telling me what you are doing?" I asked. I moved around her to my dresser. I didn't have the time to spare. I pulled out some under garments, and slipped them on exposing myself to her. I didn't care who saw me, I was used to women throwing themselves at me. I put on the suit that the servants had laid out on my bed and began dressing.

Finally I was finished dressing. I looked at this girl, who I had no idea what her name was. "What's your name? And seeing how I haven't called the guards in here to haul you out for stealing and take you to the tower, I have something you can do for me." I said the smile back on my face. "My brother is getting married to a Spanish princess next month, and I want to stop the wedding. I also want to be king. And you are going to help me." I said, moving her towards the corner so she could not escape me. "How did you get in here?" I asked. I was silent while I waited for her to say something to me. After about two seconds, I got a little impatient with her. "Never mind that. You will come with me to this party, and be staying at court for a while. You will pretend to be a countess or princess some title of value here, and you will stake a claim on the throne. Naming me, as your husband to be. That the deal has been brokered and I can assure you, this will be worth your while." I said, grabbing her small delicate hand in mine. "Come, you have a part to play in this." I dragged her out of my rooms, and down to the hall. I entered first, and saw that Princess Josefina was already here. I left this girl at the back of the room, when I would nod, she would come up and introduce herself, and tell of her purpose here at court. I walked up and greeted the princess with a smile on my face. I would make her mine.

"WILLIAM FITZPATRICK"

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◦ type ▹ average or complex please
◦ subject/s ▹ lease include Mary-Alice Elizabeth Brandon somewhere in it. with this picture or this picture whichever works the best
◦ purpose ▹ post layout/graphic for a roleplay
◦ style ▹ font style is Lightening Strike Font.
◦ theme ▹ with these colors: #00CC99, and #ACE1AF if you can use something dance themed, since she's a dancer
◦ details ▹ nope pretty much got it
◦ price ▹ i have 10,029 gold so maybe 3,050 is fair? I also have the silent night thing that you want so I can give you that too (:

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This was amazing! The glee club was being reinstated. Leah Michelle Banks couldn't believe it. This was the big break she had been waiting for. It had been a month since the club had started. And now they had finally just gotten their last number so that they would be able to go to Regionals and Sectionals and compete. But there was a lot of pressure to do well at both of these events. There was a lot of potential on her, to carry this team. Leah was the star singer of this group. Or so she thought. The only person who was her competition on the girls side was Trin. What did that girl have that she didn't? Sure Trinidad was foreign and had that foreign sex appeal to her. But Leah was a pretty girl too. She deserved some love in her life too. If only he would notice her. Who is this boy that she's thinking of? Well of course, that would be Pence Tieran. They had gone to school with each other for as long as she could remember. And not once had he ever noticed Leah, in any way. Nor did he defend her from Grant's goons. They mercilessly tortured her, by throwing her in dumpsters and throwing slushies in her face. And Pence just stood there and watched it happen.

Countless times, Pence had let Leah down. And countless times, Leah had tried to get Pence's attention. She had finally found something that no one knew about him. He could sing. Leah had been hanging around after school one day, and had been by the auditorium and heard singing. Going inside, she had discovered Pence there, singing. And he was actually good! She had talked to him that day, and he had laughed at her when she said he should join glee with her. But after that day, Leah had been stubborn, obstinate and persistent. She hadn't given up hope he would join, hadn't given up hope on him. And sure enough after she had begged, pleaded, and pestered him to death, he finally joined. But a male had beat him to the lead spot. Grant Hutchinson. Leah had been upset that Pence hadn't gotten the lead singing position, and golden boy Grant had. Pence was a way better singer, and everyone knew it. Even Mr. Richardson knew it.

Leah picked out her outfit from her closet. She had to get ready for school. Applying some make up and some perfume, she was ready to descend the stairs. Her father was waiting for her in the kitchen. Her healthy breakfast waiting for her. He knew how she loved super healthy things. Fresh fruits and veggie's were the best way to start off the day. Leah sat down and began to eat her apple and strawberry. Her father kissed her head and said good bye to her. Then he left for work. Leah admired her father. A widow, and single father. But she just wished that he would find someone to love, and stop pushing her to do so much. He was a very over protective and over bearing father. But that was mostly because he had lost her mother and didn't want to lose her. This was half the reason she was so ambitious and wanted such big things. Leah wanted to make her father proud. She didn't want to disappoint him.

After she had finished her breakfast and watched the morning news, Leah got up and rinsed her plate and dishes off. She then made her way to the bathroom. Leah brushed her pearly whites, and her hair. She had impeccable hygiene and really took pride in her appearance. She made sure she looked and smelled good. And once she was satisfied with her appearance, Leah made her way back to the kitchen. The dark haired girl grabbed her backpack and sheet music, and keys. Then made her way to her vehicle. With keys in hand, Leah made her way to the front door and locked it behind her. Now she was ready to go to school for another day of tormenting and ridiculing. It didn't take her long to get into her car. Putting it into drive, Leah began making her way to school. She glanced at the clock she had more than enough time to get to school. But she was on a mission. She wanted to talk to Pence. And he was going to listen to her.

The trip to school was very fast and easy. There was hardly anyone out here on the roads and that was a good thing. Leah was a very careful driver, but she was still very scared to be behind the wheel. But finally, Leah was at school. Turning off her car, the dark haired beauty got out of it, and locked her door. She brought her bags with her and the sheet music she had. Leah found her locker quickly. She opened it very fast, and put a few things in it. Then she took a few things out of it. Having all that she needed, Leah closed her locker, and made sure it was shut tight, and no one would be able to get inside it and trash her things. She turned around and was met with cold, slushie to the face. But Leah was determined not to let this get her down. She was bigger than that. Wiping the slushie out of her face, Leah checked her watch. She still had enough time. Then quickly went to the bathroom and wiped everything off of her face. But in her haste, Leah had missed a spot on her cheek. Leaving the bathroom, she spotted her target. Mr. Pence Tiran. Leah walked up to him. No more like stalked up to him. When she reached him, she folded her arms across her chest. "You and I need to talk. You're selling yourself short." She said, poking him in the chest, which did little damage to him, and more to her finger.


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ooc; outfit

[typically_tangled]

[ohbbiEDEN DIANNA ZUCKERMANohbbi]
"xoThis gift could be my cursexo"

ohbbiJust FYIohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbi
xoxoxoMy Name Is:xoEden
xoxoxoBut You Can Call Me:xoEdie
xoxoxoI Am A:xoLovely Lady
xoxoxoAnd I Strongly Lust For:xoDashing Gentlemen.
xoxoxoI Was Born:xoseventeen years ago.


ohbbiA Little Something Extraohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbi

Fact .o1:xoI can see the future
Fact .o2:xoI don't want to marry anyone
Fact .o3:xoI fear for my life every day
Fact .o4xoThe only one who knows my secret is (rose's dude)
Fact .o5xoI'm going to court, to be of help to my people and the princess

xoxxox

ohbbiYours Truly,ohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbi
LiLdRoPoFsUnShInE

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[ohbbiGARRETTE MICHAEL O'CONNELohbbi]
"xoPick me up and put me back together when I fall to piecesxo"

ohbbiJust FYIohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbi
xoxoxoMy Name Is:xoGarrette Michael O'Connel
xoxoxoBut You Can Call Me:xoGare
xoxoxoI Am A:xoManly Man
xoxoxoAnd I Strongly Lust For:xoLovely Ladies.
xoxoxoI Was Born:xoEighteen.


ohbbiA Little Something Extraohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbi

Fact .o1:xoI love sword fighting
Fact .o2:xoI've never killed a man before
Fact .o3:xoMy father was a drunk, and beat me
Fact .o4xoI ran away from home, to the service of the prince
Fact .o5xoI want someone to love and take care of me

xoxxox

ohbbiYours Truly,ohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbiohbbi
LiLdRoPoFsUnShInE

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lyrics go here

Grant Hutchinson

He was the king, and the king did not like waking up in the morning. A hand shot up in the air, and slammed down on the blaring alarm clock. Grant had hit the snooze button twice already, it was time to get up. The young man got up and stretched as he yawned. Grant made his way to the bathroom where he turned the water on in the shower. The young man hopped in, and began washing his hair while he sang. Grant loved singing, almost as much as he loved football and basketball. But he had never told anyone before. The reason he had never told anyone before was because Grant thought that his friends would make fun of him for it. But they didn't know how good of a singer he is.

But when the glee club had been restarted, he had thought that he could do both. Grant was a talented athlete, he could play sports, and do singing. And none of the games interfered with glee practice or competitions. So Grant had joined. His friends had made fun of him at the beginning. But then they saw how much he loved this, and how dedicated he was to doing both. Grant was not going to let them down. Soon enough, they came around to the idea of him being in this club as well as sports. And it had been a month since the club had gotten started. Granted, they had just gotten their final numbers which would allow them to qualify for Regionals, and be able to perform at Sectionals. But there was a certain girl who had caught his attention. And it wasn't that weird chick, Leah Banks. Leah was a whole other story, a funny one though.

But Trin, boy was she a beauty. She was from a different country, and that made her much higher in the hotness scale. But Grant could connect to her on a deeper level, and not just the physical. He was quite the specimen himself. Trinidad had the voice of an angel. And Grant just got lost in her voice. She was much better than Leah, in his opinion. And Grant would have loved to sing a duet with her. Enough about her. He got out of the shower and got his clothes on in a hurry. Now he needed to go and have breakfast.

Grant made his way down the stairs two at a time. He found a mass pile of pancakes waiting for him on the table. Grant immediately sat down at the table in front of the plate. He began shoveling food in his mouth so fast. It was so delicious. Grant's mother told him to slow down and take his time. But he didn't listen. He was so hungry. Once Grant was finished with his breakfast, it was time to brush his teeth. His mother insisted. Once his pearly whites were brushed, Grant kissed his mother on her forehead, and grabbed his keys. He was so proud of his car. Hopping in, and turning the keys in the ignition, the car started right up. It was time to head to school. It didn't take Grant long, although he did have to stop and buy a slushie. That was reserved for Leah. Although he did have a few sips along the way.

Hopping out of his car, and locking it, Grant made his way inside the school. Once inside, the jock got a few high fives from his friends. He was extremely popular, he was the king. He made his way to his locker. Quickly opening it up, Grant opened his backpack. The boy took out all of the books that he didn't need, and began shoving them in his locker. Once that was done, he had to go rooting around to find the books that he did need. Finished, Grant closed his locker, and scanned the hallway looking for Trinidad. He saw over-achiever, Leah Banks. But no Trin. Finally he spotted the girl over at her locker. She was talking to some girl. But as soon as the girl saw him approaching, she took off. Grant swaggered over to her. When he reached her, Grant gave her his signature lopsided grin. "Hey Trin, how was your weekend? Did you miss me?" He asked, flirtatiously. They still had a few minutes before glee practice.







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Sincerely, Hutch

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i wanna hold em' like they do in.
texas please fold em'
let em' hit me raise it
baby stay with me i love it

luck and intuition play the cards with
spades to start
and after he's been hooked i'll
the one that's on his heart

i'll get him hot show him
what i got i'll
get him hot and show him
what i got can't
read my can't read my
no he can't read my poker face
she's got to love nobody, can't
read my poker face

This was a dangerous business she was in. This was a dangerous business he was in. But they were the best at what they did. Death came naturally to her. And now she had killed so many that Paige never felt any guilt or remorse for killing someone. But with Wesley, it was different. As she studied him, with her skilled eyes, but a smile on her face. It was quiet, and both spies seemed to be studying each other. Sizing one another up. Paige wondered just what he was really like. Minus the covers, and everything connected with the spy world. She knew she shouldn't think about this. This was her mark, her assignment. It would be horrible if she got attached to him, and she had to kill him. Because there was no way Paige Taccone was going to let Wesley Aldon to kill her.

Paige kept her gun trained on him. But as she did so, she placed her arm on his back and began circling him. All the while, she kept herself alert for any sudden movements. Paige couldn't let her guard down. She spoke about how she had to eat, and couldn't starve herself. Then she came full circle, and was facing him again. Wesley was a little rough around the edges, but wasn't everyone, especially in the spy game? Then she told him it was a pity she had to kill him. He was a very attractive male, had chiseled features. But she couldn't let her mind wander, or god forbid, her emotions get the better of her. There was an odd sensation in her stomach, one she hadn't felt in a very long time. Could it be guilt, for killing this man? Well she hadn't done it yet. This was bad, her thinking of these things. Paige needed to keep her mind clear and focused. She had a job to do. And feelings had a way of getting in the way of things. His blue eyes were focused on her, and he was smiling. But it wasn't one that reached his eyes. And that was sad. Here she went again with that stuff.

Wesley was silent, and she stopped circling. Paige came to rest her hand on his chest. She could feel the strong, fast heartbeat underneath. She smiled, and knew her prey was scared. He was just as scared as she was that they could both do serious damage to each other. Paige remained silent, but looked at him in the eyes, and it was a challenge there. After a moment, she told him what she was really thinking. That if they had met under different circumstances, they would have gotten along quite well. She said it in a teasing tone, but she was quite serious about this. And Paige could tell Wesley understood what she meant. Wesley was silent and didn't say anything. But Paige could tell she had struck a chord with him, because his jaw clenched. "Perhaps...It's a pitty we all can't get along like the rest of the "real" world." He said matching her teasing tone of voice. Paige laughed a little and nodded. She whole-heartedly agreed.

Paige was getting too close. She took a step back, however she never let her eyes leave his. She had to keep an eye on him at all times. Wesley was watching her, studying her. Normally Paige would have hated any man to look at her this way, take her in this way. But with Wesley it was different. He wasn't ogling her like most men did, he was calculating her every move. The raven haired beauty smiled and cocked her head, her mind filling with ways she could kill him. Her weapon was still trained on him as she asked him what she should do with him. Wesley was certainly a kill-joy. He was not partaking in her banter, and that was no fun. Because usually she did not banter with her prey. Removing her hand from his beating chest, Paige ran it through her hair and thinking of what she could do to him, what he would like her to do. And then she asked him, and listed off her options. As she sad that a range of emotions played on Wesley's face. There was amusement, then one of reminiscence, and then one of sadness. Paige wondered what he had to be sad about.

Seeing that look of sadness come on his face, Paige was struck with another wave of guilt with having to kill this man. But she also wanted to wipe this sad look off of his face, make him feel just a little better before she really had to kill him. She stepped forward, so they were almost touching. Not forgetting for one second that their guns were still in their hands. But her lips pressed against his in a kiss. She felt him respond automatically, and then deepened the kiss. It wasn't a very good one, nor was it her best, but it was certainly working on him. Wesley was now having fun, rather than being sad. Paige pulled away from him, and caught her breath. She smiled and told him that he was a good kisser and asked him what it would be, then she licked her lips. But there was something that just didn't seem right about this situation. Wesley was smiling at her, but he seemed preoccupied thinking of something else. There was a thrumming sound that she was just barely registering. She knew it wasn't coming in the room. But it was starting to get closer and closer. But what was it? Paige could feel his eyes looking past her. But she wondered what was going on. Was it something that was wrong with her? She didn't think so. But one could never be sure.

Paige was caught of guard when Wesley lowered his weapon and charged at her. His body collided with hers, and it was not a pleasant feeling. They both dropped their weapons, and she gasped, being caught off guard like this. But in the next moment, the window shattered. Paige felt Wesley's arm wrap around her waist to control her fall, as they fell behind the bed. Bullets started coming in through the window. She was on the ground, under Wesley, but he was using his body as a shield against hers. Paige was shocked he had done that. No other spy would have done that for her. They would have only cared about numero uno. She wrapped her arms around him, as fear clutched her heart. She had come close to death numerous times, but nothing like this before. And she wasn't ready to die yet. After a moment or two, maybe a little longer, the bullets stopped careening into the room. Paige shifted under Wesley slightly. But she didn't push him off of her, she knew that the helicopter hadn't gone yet. Her arms were still wrapped around Wesley, and they both were stock still not moving, or breathing for fear of the enemy coming back. Once they heard the sound of the helicopter leaving, Wesley sighed. But she dared not move yet. After another two minutes, she shifted again, and this time with much more force pushed away from him. He chuckled and began to speak. "You know it would have been much simpler to simply shoot me and be done with it Ms. Taccone. Really... you Americans are much too dramatic." He said, sitting up and leaning against the destroyed bed. Paige did the same thing, only she flipped her hair. "I'm Italian, Mr. Aldon. We Italians as well as Americans are very dramatic. It's just in my style." She said laughing. "Either you're really bad at your job, or your agency doesn't trust you to finish a job. Why else would that helicopter have come and shot up this place?" She asked, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him.

"PAIGE TACCONE"