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The Foreign Exchange Student

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--- finding --- myself --- making --- every --- possible --- mistake

"Finding Trust And Love"

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.."Is Not Always Easy To Make.."

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LaLaine||MillRay||Crunk

What. Did You Expect A Miracle? Too bad. All You Got Is Me

The Basics---XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

But They Call Me|| LaLa, cause I'm okay with that
And I Am|| 22 || years old.
What! How dare you ask|| Undoubtedly Female
They Tell Me I'm|| DyneCorp Created and Stamped

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Well I came from||XXXXXXXXXXX What? So you noticed that Crunk wasn't very Asiany, while I am? Aren't you a genius, a real show pony. To answer that little question, my mother was Japanese, my dad obviously wasn't. Mix them and a bottle of some expensive liquor together, and you get me. Tada~ Oh, you want to know more? Well then, I was the last of three children, the elder two being sons. They had talent, they had smarts, they had looks, and so of course they were successful. One became a Lawyer, one became a Doctor; and then there was me. Little LaLa with her head up in the clouds always day dreaming always playing around. Oh, I inherited the same looks and smarts as my brothers did, but talent? Yeah, none. I can cook decent, I can sing decent, I can dance decent; see the trend? Decent. But anything spectacular? None. Any passion? None. I was simply happy being simple and living simple; but that ain't good enough for the little sister of two macho famed success stories.

So, I decided to take it a step further than they could, something that my precious beloved brothers could stand up against; and that was Super Powers. Talk about a talent. I was Sixteen when I first entered DyneCorp; all naive and hopeful that what they could do for me would ultimately win me silence from my parents regretting voices that I was ever born and keep the praise of my brothers off my back. And I did get that, and far much more. It seemed that I did have a talent, one I wasn't aware of, and that was a tenacity to suffer pain. Endless amounts of it too; with as many tests placed on me by those in DyneCorp I would have to have a talent for biting the bullet or I would have ended up dead. Since I'm telling you this story now, obviously I've survived.

Now I bet you're wondering what six years in that place did for me? If you're asking me if I have super strength or can shoot laser beams from my eyes, you're way off center. I don't control elements, I don't have super acid spit, and I can't take a bullet to the chest and survive. What they did to me was something far more subtle; activated by a simple touch. Do you know how much pressure your heart outs out when it beats? Enough to shove five liters of blood through every vein, artery, and capillary in your system. And by simply touching my skin to yours; may it be a kiss on the check or a brush of the hand, I can map out every single one of those pathways through your flesh that feed your muscles and organs with that crimson liquid. But if that was all I could do, it wouldn't be nearly enough now would it? Oh no. As long as I maintain skin to skin contact, I can redirect the pressure of your blood flow to where ever I wish. May it be to flood your lungs, crush your brain, or aim it at one of your limbs to give you a surprise amputation; if it receives blood from your heart then it's on my list of can-do's.

I suppose then you could say despite the rather violent nature of my gift, there is an upside as well. I can redirect the flow of blood from am open gaping would to ensure a comrade doesn't bleed out; I can also hold it in one place long enough for it to coagulate into a semi-formed bandage. Odd kind of first aid, isn't it? Needless to say, I am more of a supporting individual than a front line kind of woman. Sure, they gave us basic combat training, but I know my limitations. Push come to shove in a power struggle, I'll likely loose based on strength alone. Luckily, I can cheat it your skin touches mine. Very few know of my power; even amongst the six others who were perfected by DyneCorp there is only one or two aware of what I can do. So, I don't expect any Naturals to be suspicious if I try to snuggle up. Give me a kiss, baby. I'll blow you away.

And so you see why I'm So||
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXWide Eyed Innocence
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXDespite the things that had happened to me in the past, I am not an ice cube or a mere shell of what I once was. I'm still a "Glass Is Half Full" kind of person, and though I don't always have a smile on my face when I do feel my lips curve it's always with a welcoming warmth.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXSociable
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXDoesn't mean I talk a lot, doesn't mean I'm quiet; it means when I do talk I'm charismatic and fluid with what I say. I'm also a rather avid listener, but only to people who interest me and those with interesting stories.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXConfident.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX No, not arrogant. Confident. If anything happened in the hold of DyneCorp that I can say I am proud of, it's this change in attitude. From the way I walk to the way I speak there is an undeniable steadiness that flows through my actions. A sureness that so few have. Doubt? No. Regret? Lots. But that doesn't hinder my security. Never again will I let anything bite into my weaknesses.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBusiness is Business; Let's Not Get That Mixed Up.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXMy power is meant for one of two things; and they are both as far apart on the spectrum from each other as possible. Healing and Death, that's it. So, if you're on the receiving end of the latter portion, don't take it personally. It's all business.
I'm So Found of||
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCold Beverages; especially Iced Coffee
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAntiques and Knick Knacks, like old metal music boxes and ornate styled hair pins.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXWatching people With Talent work their talent. Being gifted at things is great.
I Can't Stand||
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXArrogance Born from Ignorance; such as Natural Supras who assume everyone who joined DyneCorp did it for the funzies of it all. Really, prejudice much.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBeing Pent Up for long periods of time. Stiffness of the body isn't fun at all.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBland Food. It's Bland. Isn't that enough reason to dislike it?
My Master---XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
It is I|| LimeyRizFizzle|| the Great!

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✖ x x x LaLaine Li Devine x x x ✖

N A M E
LaLaine Li Devine

N I C K N A M E S
LaLa, but no one has called me that since Highschool

A G E
Twenty One this year, and still kicking.

S E X U A L I T Y
As far as I know, I'm heterosexual. Though I think ever woman has a little bit of a bisexual in her.

C A R E E R
I work days as an Art Gallery Attendant, and some nights I work as a Diner Waitress. Yeah, they are at very far ends of the spectrum, but money is a commodity and I won't complain.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Just like my parents before me, I am a person who believes that in the word misfortune, fortune can still be found. Which is probably why despite all the bad luck that seems to fall on my shoulders I wake up every morning and face the world with a smile. With the mind set of a "Glass Is Half Full" kind of person without their ridiculously bouncy personalities, I suppose I'm a down to earth and rather responsible individual. I'm also very confident, meaning that I am sure of what I can overcome and will stand firm upon the idea. Bad? I suppose I'm pretty Naive when it comes to trusting people. Being a single mother with a four year old son, I'm sure you could have figured that out rather easily though.

H I S T O R Y
I was born to a rather average family, with average tendencies. They were good-natured people, giving and warm, and in turn I was the same. Does it annoy you I wasn't angst ridden? That I wasn't drama filled or super creative when I was young? Well, it didn't upset me. I loved my simple and pure life, puffing daffodils into the wind and blowing bubbles up to the sky. I went through the normal things girls went through, made best friends and had sleep overs, and when I entered high school I gained a first love. His name? Richard. Rich for short; and it fit him perfectly. From the dark hair and sky blue eyes to his deep supple voice and charming personality he was in the sense, Rich. Everyone liked him, not that he was popular but just likable, and to my surprise he liked me. We started dating when I hit fifteen, and like any love sick puppy I trusted him with everything. What happened then? Well, does my baby give you enough of a clue? When I first told him he seemed generally overjoyed, but as the pregnancy continued he became more withdrawn. More skittish, more jittery, more reclusive; and then one day he disappeared. I don't blame him, not everyone has the moral conviction to be a hero, plus even if he did leave he gave be the most beautiful child I have ever laid eyes on. He looked just like Rich, and I named him Jaquzzi. Funny name? Well, he seemed to like it just fine. After his birth I buckled down and studied hard. After graduation I immediately started working, and once I had saved up enough money I moved out from my parents sheltering wings. Why? Because I don't believe on surviving on their kindness forever. It may not be the picture perfect life I had planned once long ago, but it's good enough for me.

O T H E R
I never went to college, earning my job through a friend of my mother's. But I do want to go one day. Till then I feed my hunger for knowledge with books and seeking out people with talent. I like people who can do things, they are so interesting to watch. Unfortunate? Me? Oh no, I think you're mistaken. I have my health, I have a roof over my head, and I have my son. Like they say, in misfortune you can still find fortune. And Jaq? He's mine.


O W N E R
LimeyRizFizzle

✖ x x x Jaquzzi Crunk Devine x x x ✖

N A M E
Jaquzzi Crunk Devine

N I C K N A M E S
Jaq, or Jaqie.

A G E
I'm four! I'm practically a man.

S E X U A L I T Y
Sexu-what? Boys or girls? I like them both!

C A R E E R
I am in charge of feeding the rabbit of the Sunflower Class. Don't look like that, it's an important job!

P E R S O N A L I T Y
I'm responsible and independent. I can tie my own shoes and brush my own teeth; and I make sure before I go out with Mama in the morning that everything I need is in my backpack. My goal is to grow up to be a respectable man, to make sure my mama is taken care of and never has to work again. Papa? I don't need one. I'll be the man of the house, the best man of the house ever. Also, I have BunBun. He's my right hand man.

H I S T O R Y
My past? Well, I don't remember much, but what I do remember is my Mother. Lots of memories about my mother. When I was smaller, not nearly as close to being a Man as I am now, I remember how people would look at me and my mother and comment on us. They said she was too young, they said we didn't look alike, and with each phrase and accusing glance I couldn't help but grow mad. What did they know? They don't know her. They don't know me. They don't know her smile. So they shouldn't care. My goals? I want to grow up to be a respectable man; to study hard and get a good job and take care of my Mama. I don't cry in front of her, because a Man doesn't do that before a woman, but sometimes at night I cry with BunBun. He reassures me, tells me I'm strong. And I am. Because I'm four, practically a man!

O T H E R
Yes. Sometimes when I'm out with my Mama on her day's off, I see people. Sometimes they are nice, sometimes they aren't; but BunBun lets me know when to not look, and when to lead my Mama away. He's my right hand man after all.


O W N E R
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Michiko "Michi" Shitsuya
L i m e y R i z F i z z l e

Details, Details, Details
My full name is Michiko Shitsuya, but I go by Michi.
I am 21 years old.
I Horde, Dumpster Dive, Recycle, or Junk Collect for a living.
I am 5 feet and 2 inches tall, and weigh 110 pounds.
My hair is Burgundy Brown and runs down to my shoulders in a fluffy wispy mess. My eyes are Honey Brown the same as my Pop's.
I always carry my with me. I wouldn't be caught dead without it!

Personal Opinions
I enjoy things that do things, things that I can fix to do things, things that don't do things now but if I squish it together with that thing just may do things then, and food. Oh, and oddly enough my cat, Bunta-Kun. He's a fatty..
But I abhor Loud Noisy Places, Current Trends and Up To Date Information (because... I really don't pay attention and am never fashionable or up to date...) and people who waste food. It's a sin! A SIN!.
My favorite way to waste time is Sleeping. No? Well how about eating. No again? FINE. I dumpster dive and I scour the allies and trash sites for things I can salvage, fixing those things, and selling them again. Happy? Well isn't that great for you..
My idiosyncracies I talk to myself, a lot. It comes with thinking out loud. I sometimes refer it to Bunta-Kun though, so it seems like I'm talking to my fatty kitty instead. I also always say yes to a meal. ALWAYS, even if I just ate. Wasting food is a Sin, and though most people don't stay dead when they die, if I do I want to make sure I didn't sin that bad..
In general, I am a individual who calls herself an opportunisitc person, but I still won't tell you everything about me. You'll just have to find out the rest on your own.

Nosy, Aren't You?
I was born in ... I don't quite remember, Japan in June.
My parents were always When I was little my parents and I never stayed in one place long, and besides the clothes that we owned and what little we needed to get by day to day we didn't really hold on to any belongings. From my understanding, my father dealt in some pretty shady things and staying put wasn't smart. Well, it as around when I turned sixteen that I came to our current hole we called a home to find something really quite... dead... on the floor and running just wasn't a factor anymore. So, I moved to the clear other side of the city and set up shop. I guess never having things made me want to horde all sorts of things now that I found some place semi-permanent to call home. Oddly enough though, everything in my home but my workshop is s**c and span, even with a semblance of decoration. Yeah. I'm weird. .
I am a Human and I support neither? There's enough people caught up in making divisions, do you really need me to choose a side too? Oh, yeah? How about the one that throws out the cooler things?.

[LimeyRizFizzle]

● MASTER ●

Even Though I'm Too Old To Believe In Fairy Tales, It Doesn't Mean I Have To Stop

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● My mothєr gαvє mє α prєcιous gιft

LaLaine Li Devine

● Do my єyєs givє ιt αwαy?

Undoubtedly Female

● Cαndlєs for mє

Twenty Two

● Thє pαth I choosє

Slave? I came here because of the wish of someone else, and his wish was for my son and I to find happiness. Can you really place a market tab on the traits of something or someone who will make you happy? What, you're not satisfied? How about someone who won't disappoint my son and I can rely on not to run away if things get tough. You have a charm on your collar for that?

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● Its αlrιght to lιkє

✖ Bittersweet Things; like Iced Coffee and Dark Chocolate Cakes. Fond Memories are Good as Well.
✖ Fairy Tales. Oh, I'm much too old to believe them, but it's nice to think that some stories out there can come true. Plus, they put smiles on my sons face. What's not to like?
✖ Relaxing In Peaceful Situations; my Definition of Peace may be different from yours, so don't assume what that means before you get to know me a bit better.
✖ Confident and Loyal Individuals; well... just because it'd be nice to meet one every once in a while.
✖ My Son; though last on the list definitely not last in my heart. Ever since he was born I dedicated my life to raising him. I may not be all that physically strong or intimidating, but harm my son and I assure you at the very least the heel of my cute little pump is going to be lodged into your eye socket.

● Mαy you plєαsє stop

✖ Sleep; or should I say waking up. As odd as it sounds, I fear waking up. You never know who betrayed you while you slumbered, who ran away...
✖ Overtime; I didn't go to college, so Overtime is a heaven sent that kills me every time I get it. I won't complain, but it cuts into the hours I do have with my son... and he won't be cute and little forever.
✖ Empty Promises; I don't need fake words to keep me satisfied. I'd rather you be honest than to fill me with hope that won't last.
✖ Questions about Jaq; yes. He doesn't look like me, but he is my son. He takes after his father. Oh, you noticed I'm young? Good for you. I had Jaq when I was 18, take that as you will. He has blessed my life far more than any riches could do for yours.
✖ Cockroaches; Laugh. Go ahead. I can face down any other bug, slimey, or creepy crawly. It are the Roaches alone that reduce me to a mess that asks my son to smack it with a slipper...

● Cαn you kєєp α sєcrєt

They say nothing motivates a mother to work till she dies than the hungry cries of her child, and I am living proof of that. I have a dedication, devotion, and will power far to great for my small body and I will use every ounce of it to make sure my son is happy. At the same time, that often leads me to burning out. I get sick rather easily, and therefore can't stand in the rain or cold weather too long. I'm also not physically very large, so strength is an issue. But I have heels, pepper spray, and at the very least a bag filled with enough snacks to mimic the weight of a brick... so I can do something to let my son escape. Emotion? Affection? I haven't thought of myself as dating material in a long time, having a son cuts into the social life after all. I am out of touch with my age group, and rusty beyond belief with the opposite sex. I'm kind of oblivious to their advances, and even if I am aware of it I usually play it off as impossible due to the fact I have a little bundle. So my confidence with men isn't crippled, I just think it's all platonic now.

● Whαt you sєє is whαt you gєt

Just like my parents before me, I am a person who believes that in the word misfortune, fortune can still be found. Which is probably why despite all the bad luck that seems to fall on my shoulders I wake up every morning and face the world with a smile. With the mind set of a "Glass Is Half Full" kind of person without their ridiculously bouncy personalities, I suppose I'm a down to earth and rather responsible individual. I'm also very confident, meaning that I am sure of what I can overcome and will stand firm upon the idea. Bad? I suppose I'm pretty Naive when it comes to trusting people. Being a single mother with a four year old son, I'm sure you could have figured that out rather easily though.

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● Shαll I tєll my story?

I was born to a rather average family, with average tendencies. They were good-natured people, giving and warm, and in turn I was the same. Does it annoy you I wasn't angst ridden? That I wasn't drama filled or super creative when I was young? Well, it didn't upset me. I loved my simple and pure life, puffing daffodils into the wind and blowing bubbles up to the sky. I went through the normal things girls went through, made best friends and had sleep overs, and when I entered high school I gained a first love. His name? Richard. Rich for short; and it fit him perfectly. From the dark hair and sky blue eyes to his deep supple voice and charming personality he was in the sense, Rich. Everyone liked him, not that he was popular but just likable, and to my surprise he liked me. We started dating when I hit fifteen, and like any love sick puppy I trusted him with everything. What happened then? Well, does my baby give you enough of a clue? When I first told him he seemed generally overjoyed, but as the pregnancy continued he became more withdrawn. More skittish, more jittery, more reclusive; and then one day he disappeared. I don't blame him, not everyone has the moral conviction to be a hero, plus even if he did leave he gave be the most beautiful child I have ever laid eyes on. He looked just like Rich, and I named him Jaquzzi. Funny name? Well, he seemed to like it just fine. After his birth I buckled down and studied hard. After graduation I immediately started working, and once I had saved up enough money I moved out from my parents sheltering wings. Why? Because I don't believe on surviving on their kindness forever. It may not be the picture perfect life I had planned once long ago, but it's good enough for me.

How did I come to this residency? Well, to tell you the truth by way of a man dieing. As sad as that might sound, it's true. Mr. Witherwind was an elderly man who lived near the preschool I sent Jaq too, and though the other parents and children called him mean and grouchy (which he was) I saw a trait in him I knew all to well. He was lonely. So my son and I would visit him every day, bringing muffins or apples or what not, and although at first he would chase us off his front step and call us words far to mean to be repeated, we persisted. Eventually, we gained his favor and he started treating Jaq like a Grandson, and I like... well... his dead daughter. It was one stormy night when I got the phone call he was in the hospital, and leaving Jaq with a sitter at the apartment complex we lived in I went to see how he was, and he wasn't good at all. Upon his death bed he told me he was grateful for what my son and I had done for him and handed me a simple small business card with a name and an address, saying that to repay me for my kindness he wanted me to go there and seek my happiness. He said the master of the house had known him many years ago, and a favor was made for his name. So, not to shame that kind smile on his old face, I took the card and here I am.

● My skιlls αrє mιnє αnd mιnє αlonє

I'm Human. Very Human. Skills? I can multitask with a great abundance, and I am the Goddess of Domestic Duties. Well, not seriously, but I can clean, cook, sew, and generally rock the pantyhose off any other house wife twice my age.

● Picturєs αrє only α fαcadє

Um... no. That's pretty much what I look like. Though I don't always wear dresses.

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● This is how I fєєl

Straight, for the most part. I have to be, I have a son.

● ι do hαvє spαrє tιmє

I like to read. It is a passion of mine that I've never quite grown out of. I adore Adventure Stories and Legends of Myth. I also can play the Viola, though I haven't touched my own in years...

● My cultry ιsn't αlwαys ιn the drαwєr

A purse full of crackers and cookies to the point it has the weight of a brick... and... pepper spray?

● Anything missing?

I don't quite know why he thought I'd find happiness here, but I'm willing to stick around a bit and find out why.

Now who is my master?
LimeyRizFizzle

● MASTER ●

I have one goal in life, and that's to be a Respectable Man. One that Cake and likes Bunnies.

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● My mothєr gαvє mє α prєcιous gιft

Jaquzzi Crunk Devine

● Do my єyєs givє ιt αwαy?

Boy

● Cαndlєs for mє

Four, Practically a Man!

● Thє pαth I choosє

Slave? What... what is that? Is it a Respectable Man? That's exactly what I want! Someone who will take care of my Mama when she's tired, and someone who won't be afraid to wear capes with me on the Weekend and fight super villains in our PJ's.

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● Its αlrιght to lιkє

✖ Cake; all sorts of cake. Though I like the light fluffy white kinds with fruits all over them the best.
✖ Super Heroes; because they always save the day.
✖ Bunnies; Look at their ears, you know they have to be Super Heroes in Disguise...
✖ The Color Blue; it's my favorite.
✖ Respectable Men; when I grow up I want to become one!
✖ Mr. BunBun; he's my right hand man!

● Mαy you plєαsє stop

✖ Mean People; they are what Super Villains feed off of. They're hurtful to people, and that's never a good thing to do.
✖ People Who Judge my Mama; she's a wonderful Mama! Just because we don't look the same or she's younger than other mamas doesn't mean she's not a good one.
✖ People who Lie; honesty is a trait that's important to grow up to be a good and respectable adult.
✖ Cockroaches. I am not afraid of them, but they scare my mom. That's bad.
✖ Overtime. It's lonely when she's not home, and though I won't cry because I'm almost a man... I miss her when she's not around.

● Cαn you kєєp α sєcrєt

I'm a responsible and independent young man, people tell me all the time. I think things through before I do them, and I always stand to protect my mother. I am a bit small though, and not quite grown up, so there are things I can't do. It frustrates me... but Grandpa said if we went to this place that everything would change. I believe him too. Grandpa never lied to me before, why would he start now?

● Whαt you sєє is whαt you gєt

I'm responsible and independent. I can tie my own shoes and brush my own teeth; and I make sure before I go out with Mama in the morning that everything I need is in my backpack. My goal is to grow up to be a respectable man, to make sure my mama is taken care of and never has to work again. Papa? I don't need one. I'll be the man of the house, the best man of the house ever. Also, I have BunBun. He's my right hand man.

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● Shαll I tєll my story?

My past? Well, I don't remember much, but what I do remember is my Mother. Lots of memories about my mother. When I was smaller, not nearly as close to being a Man as I am now, I remember how people would look at me and my mother and comment on us. They said she was too young, they said we didn't look alike, and with each phrase and accusing glance I couldn't help but grow mad. What did they know? They don't know her. They don't know me. They don't know her smile. So they shouldn't care. My goals? I want to grow up to be a respectable man; to study hard and get a good job and take care of my Mama. I don't cry in front of her, because a Man doesn't do that before a woman, but sometimes at night I cry with BunBun. He reassures me, tells me I'm strong. And I am. Because I'm four, practically a man!

● My skιlls αrє mιnє αnd mιnє αlonє

I am a boy, silly, and I can color really well! I can also do small chores around the house and I am in charge of feeding the class pet at school. It's a turtle named Sheldon.

● Picturєs αrє only α fαcadє

Nope. That's me and Mr. BunBun, tada!

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● This is how I fєєl

Sex-u-wha? Boys or Girls? I like them both. Like Like? ... Both?

● ι do hαvє spαrє tιmє

Drawing and coloring. I also like to eat Cake and watch things about Super Heroes. Sometimes mama will read me stories about heroes and princes and other great people. I like those too.

● My cultry ιsn't αlwαys ιn the drαwєr

Weapon? I have Mr. BunBun. He's a tough Bunny.

● Anything missing?

A lot of the stories my mother reads the hero finds a girl to be with "Happily Ever After". My mama is a girl, in fact I think she might be a Princess and doesn't want me to know, but she has no Prince, Knight, or Hero. Sometimes it worries me... does that mean she has no Happily Ever After?

Now who is my master?
LimeyRizFizzle

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Vert Pomme is french for Green Apple, and Vert is like both things. He can be romantic, but like every apple Vert has his sour bits. He usually lets the bitter take hold of him. He likes to push buttons, and see what peoples limits are. He thinks it's too easy to tear the human front apart. Call there mother something, Take there girl. Such small things, yet so dear to humans.

Vert also has a dear side, only used for those he is either trying to wrap around his finger or for people he genuinely likes. Which is very few. He finds it much to fun to push peoples buttons, than to try and appeal to there likes. When he longs for someone who can give him a challenge. He feels like he must push these boundaries for a reason.


Oh, and the voice in my head is called Nightmare S y m p h o n y.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ray grew up like any other kid who was smarter than Einstein at the age of 10. Tests, Bullying, the works. His family always told him he would do great things with his gift of knowledge. So, he was out of school at the age of 12 and on to bigger things. College at Harvard, which he got a scholarship for there was no way he could have gone with out it. His parents were the most lucky people. Father died when Ray was 9, and mother liked to move around a lot. That was part of the reason he never has any friends. It's not that he was ' hot ' or anything. Surprisingly to everyone who meet him. He had both brains, brawns, and beauty. There were many who refereed to him as a fallen angel. Of course being a man governed by science, he took none of that to heart.

After graduating from college, he was offered a job building weapons of war. He knew that weapon making was a very profitable job and he thought that it would help his country. Keep his family safe. So he did it. There was no down side right? Wrong. The company he worked for was selling weapons to the other side also. Allowing them to have weapons for a price. Ray know this was not what he wanted from this, tried to put an end to it. Winning in a political war, that seemed impossible. On his moments that he has free he ponders on how cruel and vile human minds have become. He created something in order to help him decide. Being a man of fairness, he knew that he him self could not decide the fate of the world. He made things that would show possibly the other side of the story. He keeps away from others.Rarely going out relying on his assistant to deal with the world, because if he were to go out side and brave the world he would end up hurting some one. Or it might make him move up his Judgment day, which would not give his creations enough time.

Oh, and the voice in my head is called Nightmare S y m p h o n y.

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xxxxxIt must have been very awkward for the man behind counter of the Surf Shop to see the little boy dressed in nothing but little blue swim trucks with white bunnies on them stare up at him with wide eyes, a melting blue Popsicle in one hand and a worn rabbit plush in the other. A messy swipe of the tongue gave the boy another dose of sugary icy goodness as his eyes continued to pin the man down, blue orbs wide and observant as the man behind the counter began to fidget.He knew the kid, his mother worked at the Meridian at Guest Relations. From time to time she'd show up here to pick up more pamphlets or fliers to distribute amongst the guests, bringing them business. But since it had been a solid ten minutes since the kid had arrived and his mother still hadn't shown up, it was obvious that the kid was here without her knowing. Finally, after another five minutes or so of constant staring, the poor employee broke. "What do ya want kid? Ya dripping sticky junk all over the floor..."

The little boy blinked, taking another swipe from his popsicle before answering. "Where's the shaggy haired man?" The guy behind the counter arches his eyebrow, shaggy haired man? He just described almost all the guys who worked here. "He's all tan, with funny markings on his arms.." Okay, so he surfed and had tattoos... still applied to most of the guys who worked there. The boy frowned, "Mama called him an arrogant pig faced brute with seaweed between his ears last time we came." The image of her last being her came to mind, the interlude between her and the shaggy haired man (now revealed to be Travis) coming to mind. The employee winced, remembering how she had raved that she wouldn't put out another of their pamphlets again. Hopefully, she had simmered down.

Leaning over the counter, the employee gave the boy an apologetic grin. "Sorry little man, he went out for the day. He might be back later, ya never know with him. What did ya need him for?"

The boy paused, his frown deepening as he looked at the popsicle, still melting over his little hand. He turned his eyes back to the employee, frown still in place, and held it up towards him. "Brought him a Popsicle. Was gonna apologize for Mama being mad the other time." He turned his eyes back to the popsicle, a crestfallen expression falling on his young face. "But he's not here... and it's melting..." As if to reinforce that statement, the popsicle promptly fell off the little wooden stick and smacked into the floor, further melting into a blue puddle.

Once again, the Employee of the Surf Shack stared at the little kid for a bit before breaking. Grabbing a napkin, he disappeared into the bathroom and let it run under the water before coming back and moving around the counter. Kneeling down next to the kid, he took the popsicle from his hand and started to clean him up, assuring him all the while that it was okay. "Listen kid, it's nice ya came here for your mama, but does she even know you're here?" The boy shook his head, tears welling up in his blue eyes as he confirmed what the Employee suspected. Sighing, he patted the boy atop his head. "How about we go get you cleaned up in the bathroom and we give her call. That way you can wait for the Shaggy Haired Man and apologize. I'll even let you pick out a popsicle from the cooler to give him. What do ya say? Jaq nodded, rubbing his now free hand over his face and effectively rubbing the remains of the blue sticky juice onto his cheeks. The employee sighed, heaved the little boy and plush bunny into his arms, and took them both to the bathroom.

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xxxxxxxxxx✲It was breezy beach side, and along the long stretch of sand a figure walked with a look of worry to her topaz eyes. Many would have paused to look at the plum haired woman, dressed simply in a slim strapped dress that matched her hair and holding a pair of black pumps in one hand, not because of her pretty face or slim figure but because the string of insane nonsense that tumbled from her lips. Things about useless life guards at some resort pool and how they had let her Jaq Jaq be abducted by island ninjas as well as how she was going to shove the teenager through with a spike and use him as the roast pig at the next resort luau; it was no wonder that people stopped to turn and stare. But in truth, the woman had every right to be frantic and sprouting off nonsense, because within the last hour her four year old son had disappeared from the kiddie pool at the Resort Meridian and hadn't been seen since. Security cameras had shown him walking off the property, a blue popsicle in hand, but from that point there was no clue or sign to where he had run off too.

Calling into the Guest Relations desk for a break, she had run out of the resort and went to check all the familiar spots she knew her son adored. Pet Shop? No sign of him. Park? Hadn't seen him all day. In front of the candy store (taffy pullers were natural child distracters), Nothing. And so here she was now on the beach near Turtle Bay, where her son would take lettuce scraps from the kitchen and attempt to feed all the turtles in the ocean. Still, nothing. By now it was obvious from the look in her topaz eyes that LaLaine was near her dropping point, worry and stress tugging on her petite form as she stopped to brush the plum strands from her eyes.

A lot of things could happen to a four year old in an hour, he could have been swept into the waves, he could have wandered inland into the forests, he could have been exploring the grassy edges of the northern cliff face and fallen off; or he could be just fine waiting for her somewhere. Folding her arms over her stomach she turned to look out towards the waves, her eyes glancing at her cell phone for a brief moment to see if anyone from the resort had called to tell her if they had seen him. Nothing. She nibbled on her bottom lip slowly, her hand tightening around the little phone till her knuckles shown white. "Jaq... where did you go..." ✲

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xxxxx❦The sound of hooves were soft and fleet as they flew along the beaten path, a trio of riders cutting their way through the grassy plains as if carried by the wind. The front rider was trailed by the other two, flanked on either side; all three with hoods the deep and velvety color of the canopy woven about their figures. From a distance one would assume them to be messengers, the swiftness of their hard gallop employing a sense of urgency, but all rational suspect would deem this to be the most probably explanation in truth it was not the case. In fact the reason that the three were flying down the path was not in any reason to deliver a message to some waiting noble, but the antics of the front rider provoking the other two. It was a chase, and the leader was breaking away. The front rider veered off the path, the dark toned stallion she rode easily making the transition as the grass parted before it's hooves. Down a bank and into a shallow valley the figure rode and though the steed had done well till now the incline on the other side slowed it's progress. A slight delay, but a delay none the less and as the rider spurred the beast back to it's previous gait a hand clamped down on the tail of the cloak.

The figure was yanked back, the reins hands tugging on the bit in the horse's mouth causing the beast to rear back on it's hind legs in pain, effectively tossing it's rider off. The figure landed on the floor with a pained oomph, it's hood falling off to reveal a waterfall of silky ivy green hair. Eyes almond in shape but the color of new life breaking ground were wide with surprise as the boots of the fellow riders landed on either side of her, hoods flipping off to show delicately chiseled features pulled into looks of concern. The young woman turned her eyes towards them before her lips curved at the corners, a peal of bright and bell like laughter rising into the air. The reactions of the two men were mixed, one face relaxing into relief while the other scrunched into irritation. It was the irritated one who spoke first, raking his gloved hand through his long brown hair as he threw his eyes up towards the heavens. "Demons must have danced upon our stones of fate the night we were born to grace us with such a troublesome princess. All the other lands boast docile and pretty little flowers while although ours is a beauty to be gazed upon amongst the others, she sprouts wings and flies away as soon as you take your eyes off of her!" The woman spread out upon the floor had now been revealed, and though her escort continued to damn the skies for his ill fate she continued to let her pleasure be known in soft laughter. His glare fell on her though, and with great effort she sealed her lips, though a bit shakily, as she tried to quiet her laughs. Her eyes still shined with her amusement though as she raised her arm up towards the man, her fingers outstretched towards his form. He continued to hold his glare though, refusing to let his gaze match hers for a few moments longer before he begrudgingly grabbed her forearm securely and helped her up.

To their side, the one who had been relieved had already started to dust her off. Blond haired and gray eyed, he chuckled lightly as the other continued to steam."Calm yourself Naveem, at the very least if our Princess was as docile and well-mannered as the others of this land we would be no where as well exercised as we are now. What with her many escapes, we have become some of the best trackers this side of the vast ocean." His deft fingers worked through the small Princess's hair, reworking the braids that had come out during the hard ride, ensuring his fingers stayed far from those delicately pointed ears his work had revealed. The Princess herself did not seem to mind the attention, instead reaching her hands out and calling her steed back to her side and assessing if there had been any damage to his mouth. "That does not mean though she isn't at fault. It's a wonder her Brother hasn't drugged you with drought and tied you up in the carriage by now, Lady LaLaine. How many chases have we done since the trip started?" The young woman peered up sheepishly at her caretakers kind imploring face, moving to answer when Naveem interrupted them with his own answer.

"Four. Four times Laksha in the last 48 hours we've had to race her down. Not that her steed helps, the beast seems to enjoy the race as much as his troublesome rider!" The steed snorted, tossing it's head as if in agreement, whilst Naveem tossed his hands up towards the sky as if in absolute surrender; earning another peal of laughter from the Princess he had been charged to watch over and a sympathetic chuckle from his companion. A half hour later though and everything had settled once again, this time the Elvish Princess LaLaine now led on her horse by Naveem who held the reins to her ride securely in one had. A scowl still shadowed his handsome face as they rode, causing an amused grin to sit itself comfortably on the Princess's face, but though the slight romp had greatly eased whatever tension she had felt before she had decided to break free of her brother and that oppressive carriage it didn't make light of the weight of the current situation. Laksha had assessed the area, surmising them to be closer to the Gardenian Fortress than before and had sent off a messenger bird back towards the main entourage informing them that they would simply complete the journey on their own and wait for their arrival once there. Near the horizon the image of that beautifully named bird cage could be seen, and though the urge to race free along the wind sang in her blood till her fingers burned LaLaine quelled the urge. There was no escaping the fate bestowed upon her and the other young royals of their time; and running would do nothing but prove unrest with the people and continue the war. Resigning herself to a fate was not something the ivy haired Princess was used to, but for her people even the largest of prides could be swallowed.

Their arrival was shortly met, and at the request of the Servants at the door her caretakers were informed they could not follow her to the meeting room. Naveem's loyalty flared, his voice rising in demands that he be allowed to follow his Princess where he may be needed, but with Laksha's gently confirmations and LaLaine's own command he was subdued into grouchily awaiting the arrival of the Prince. Stepping down from her steed, she let Laksha take hold of the reins and moved towards the gold dressed servant. He stood before her though until she arched her eyebrow ever so delicately. He cleared his throat with an awkward cough before tilting his gaze down at her, "Would the Lady like to perhaps freshen up before being taken to the meeting hall?" Freshen Up? Then, it dawned on LaLaine. It must have been odd to see a Princess ride in with only two escorts, dressed in little more than a Cloak and her travel clothes beneath. She could only imagine what glamor the others had arrived in before her, the Princesses undoubtedly dolled up in laces and frills that were ungodly uncomfortable. Though the Bell Figure probably looked flattering upon them, LaLaine was by no means envious. Though dressed simply, she was no less luxurious in form. A pair of simple brown riding pants disappeared into soft leather boots. Above a white shirt of near silk and cotton was tucked loosely, the sleeves long to her wrists. Over it was a best of dark green, embroidered through with gold thread. The buttons on the front were crafted gold as well, each etched with the leaf designs familiar to her kind. Though she wore no perfume her skin and hair smelled of the Wind and Sweet Wood of her Home. It may not have been a dress that she would appear before the others in, but it was the most common attire they would view her in; so seeing no need to present them with a false image the young elf simply shook her head.

The man nodded as if in understanding, and surely as he had done with the others before her led her inside the Fortress. Stone walls were never something that the Elvish Princess was fond of, and hearing the heavy doors close behind her she suddenly longed for the large and thick trees of her home. Straight faced though she followed the servant through a series of hallways until he opened up a door into what she suspected was the meeting hall. As she was led inside the Princess noted she must have arrived a bit early, only two out of the foretold eight having arrived before her. It seemed she had interrupted an introduction of sorts, and finding it a bit awkward to interrupt the Princess merely let the Servant guide her to a Seat. Shifting to sit, she felt the chair slip foreword and bump into the back of her knees, effectively giving her bottom a landing much louder than intended. A flush came to the Princess's face before traveling to her pointed her ears as the Servant made an apology and quickly left; letting the young woman simmer as the two others in the room continued their introductions.