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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 5:43 pm
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Nicholas has always been a punk kid. He's lazy, ditches class all the time, smokes, parties, and doesn't care about authority figures. However, he had done a good deed before. When he was seven, he saved a girl only a year younger than him from drowning in one of the rivers that cross through the city. Once she was out of the water and adults arrived to help, he just left, not saying a word. When that girl woke up in the hospital, she was told a boy a littler older than her saved her from drowning. However, when she asked who it was, they could any shake their heads, unknown of the name of the boy.
10 years later and that girl has not forgotten of her savior since. She's fallen in love with Nicholas, wanting to finally discover who saved her and confess her undying love to him. How will she find him? How will she react? How will he react?
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 5:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 7:15 pm
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'Insanity strikes when you feel like a burden, but doesn't take effect if you live it up!' Name That Will Stay Forever: Nicholas Sharpe How Many Presents Will I Get This Year?: 17 I Act How I Act: Cold to those he doesn't care about. Rather rebellious, walking closely on the thin line to becoming a criminal. Sarcastic yet clever with his humor. Knowledgeable but very lazy. My Story Isn't A Fantasy:What do you want? Oh you care about my story? Well fine, take a listen. I was raised with neglect, my father dead from an overdose of his medication, and my mother being an alcoholic. I felt outcasted by the adults, being some kid who doesn't know crap and is just another thing to step on. I learned to hate adults, all of them... They can't tell me what to do if they don't care how I feel. The hell with them! Because of that I became a troublemaker. Never did my work, yet knew how to easily. Hell, I barely ever went to school! I started to smoke when I was about twelve, getting some packs by a seller met at while ditching school one day. I started to go to parties, living it up with the loud rave music to mute the rest of the world. I never touched the alcohol though... I'm not gonna become my Mother...
It seems like I've never done anything good for the community does it? Well you're close but I have done something only a few can say they've done. I saved the life of a girl once. I was only seven, walking next to one of the rivers that cross through the lake. While walking, I heard something... Cries for help. If it was from an adult I would have walked away, but they were petit, young, from a little girl... I ran towards the sounds to see a girl was in the water! As soon as I reached her, she started to go underwater, unable to stay a float. I jumped straight in, wasting no time as I swam to her in the water! The current wasn't that strong, so I was able to move without any problems. She was unconscious when I grabbed her and got her out of the water. Soon enough, adults were there to help, probably hearing the cries a little after me and went down to investigate. Not liking the crowd of adults there, I left, the girl still out. I haven't forgotten of that day and never will. Out of all of my mischief and partying, that is the one thing that I've done that was helpful. I never knew her name, nor do I know what she looks like now.
I'm kinda curious to see how she is now though... Give Me More And More: - Parties - Smoking - Playing video games Death to These Unneeded Things: - Adults - Alcohol - Work A Picture Does Say A Thousand Words:
Hidden Away For Only Me to Know:I uh... I sleep with a teddy bear... Hey! I'll knock you out if you dare tease me about this!
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 10:41 pm
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'There is never enough knowledge one can have.'Name That Will Stay Forever: Carie Whitson How Many Presents Will I Get This Year?: 16 I Act How I Act: Cheerful and eternally optimistic. Carie is sure that, with time, everything will eventually work out. She is insatiably curious though, often sticking her nose everywhere, regardless of whether it belongs there. She's also stubborn beyond belief. My Story Isn't A Fantasy: Carie grew up in a loving family, her parents encouraging her to whatever venture she set her mind on that week. She was always an eager child, learning something new whenever she could. If it was new, she wanted to learn more. She bounced from topic to topic, until she found her true calling - Painting. Carie fell in love at that point. She could never get enough painting though she still loved learning new things. She often expressed her thoughts through painting, finding it cleared her mind. Many of her paintings feature a blue background with a hazy figure. Over and over again she tried to remember who had saved her from the river when she was little. But the answer still eludes her. The disaster haunts her mind, leaving her with two things - a deep love for her savior, and a crippling fear of water. Give Me More And More: - Painting - Sweets - Animals Death to These Unneeded Things: - Water - Not knowing - Being told 'no' A Picture Does Say A Thousand Words:
Hidden Away For Only Me to Know: Carie has nightmares still from the time in the river but tries to keep them quiet for fear of waking others and having them find out. She never goes to sleep overs with her friends because of it.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 10:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 11:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 7:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:30 pm
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Nicholas moved a little bit to give her room. He wasn't one to talk to girls like her, but she was interesting. Besides, not like he had anything else to do. "Oh these things? Well, they feel weird at first, and you have to be careful the holes don't close when taking them out, but as for hurting, nah not really." He said, letting her see them a little closer. He smelled of smoke, but that was only natural seeing he was a smoker. "It's strange that you don't even have ear piercings though. Most girls your age have them, heck even two sometimes! Why not you? Just don't like then or something?" He asked, finishing the rest of his cig before stomping it out and tossing it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 11:08 pm
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