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[Mr.] Snuggles
Korrye
Sparkly Genius
[Mr.] Snuggles
Korrye
Sparkly Genius
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Why do you say that?
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Korry saying that she is not going to get the spot.
There is a good chance of that.
D:<~
It is all sun and shine in Florida.
It sickens me.
But I am inside at an anime convention trying to avoid otakus.
So it makes things worse.
. o.
Korry saying that she is not going to get the spot.
There is a good chance of that.
D:<~
It is all sun and shine in Florida.
It sickens me.
But I am inside at an anime convention trying to avoid otakus.
So it makes things worse.
. o.
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D: The sun burns my pail and fragile skin~
-hiding in a corner-
It will be warm one day.
It is Spring Snugs enjoy the gentle frost being carried by the fleeting winds.
Only in the cold can you hear the gentle mountain go belch its love songs
and the yellow snow~ how salty it is.
x___o
I like them as well.
But I did a mock Tsunade cosplay from Naruto because I was lame and it was easy to make.
I am now avoiding men over twenty.
D: The sun burns my pail and fragile skin~
-hiding in a corner-
It will be warm one day.
It is Spring Snugs enjoy the gentle frost being carried by the fleeting winds.
Only in the cold can you hear the gentle mountain go belch its love songs
and the yellow snow~ how salty it is.
x___o
I like them as well.
But I did a mock Tsunade cosplay from Naruto because I was lame and it was easy to make.
I am now avoiding men over twenty.
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It burns so badly~
.____.
It is always spring.
IF YOU BELIEVE IN YOUR HEART.
-showers Snuggs in mountain goats-
You can look up and hope~
Get some mountain goat recordings~
And relax!!!
There are hills than.
-shot`d-
Your going as Tai?
Sweetness.
I haven't seen Digimon in so long~
D:
Ah the good old days.
It burns so badly~
.____.
It is always spring.
IF YOU BELIEVE IN YOUR HEART.
-showers Snuggs in mountain goats-
You can look up and hope~
Get some mountain goat recordings~
And relax!!!
There are hills than.
-shot`d-
Your going as Tai?
Sweetness.
I haven't seen Digimon in so long~
D:
Ah the good old days.
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Korrye
Sparkly Genius
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i've [m a d e] up my mind
don't need to [t h i n k] it over
if i'm [w r o n g] i am right
dont need to look no [f u r t h e r]
don't need to [t h i n k] it over
if i'm [w r o n g] i am right
dont need to look no [f u r t h e r]
- [ P r o l o g u e ]
Certificate Says : Marietta Jetta Stevens (ignore the girly name)
I Can Count : 15teen ... and counting
Born as : Femme forsure
Speed Dating : Men please!
Brought in On : July 26th
Romances : Bachelorette .. perhaps I am seeking?
[ I n t r o d u c t i o n ]
Endlessly adored
• Cinnamon hearts
• Video Games
• Jeans
• Nail polish
• Sharpe Markers
• Orange Juice
Stashed in the Garbage
• Cotton Candy
• Swimming
• Dresses
• School
• Lip-stick
• Dresses
Too Little Time to Do
○ Drawing ;; Whether she’s painting a portrait or doodling with a pencil Jetta is always carrying around with her a ratty sketchbook (hey, it’s just like her jeans!). This is her pride and joy but she treats it like a diary. She scribbles notes everywhere and draws whatever she sees around her. Crayons were her addiction in preschool, now she’s always nibbling the end of a Sharpe. Marker art is her latest craze.
○ Hiking ;; Being cooped up inside of a room for hours and hours would drive Jetta insane. In fact, school does it to her every single day. Her life, as she puts it, is meant to be spent outside whether it’s raining or sunny. Her father learned to let her loose and now her grandmother is just the same. Whether she’s riding her bike full speed down a hill near the condo’s or climbing death mountain Jetta can more often be found outside than inside.
○ Cooking ;; Her father was a chef so obviously he would never leave his daughter with only toast making skills. Gourmet meals are a regular occasion as Jetta can dig through her father’s hundreds of recipes and whip up the most scrumptious foods ever. Just a warning to anyone dining with her though, everything is always spicy and always hot enough to burn your tongue. It’s the way she likes it the best!
[ B o d y P a r a g r a p h 1 ]
Polaroids
x o x
Don’t think for a second that Jetta Stevens is a preppy little princess who lives in a world of skirts, dresses and Barbie dolls. When she grew up she wore nothing but jeans and overalls. As for toys, she preferred a bucket and shovel, her sandbox and toy cars. Ever since she was little Jetta has been a tomboy.
Gram’s blames it on the lack of a female presence in the house but Jetta lives for being different and unique. Her clothing and style is all her own. She wouldn’t be caught dead wearing the latest Gummy Paws clothing or even that Vera Wing line. (In her frame of thought the owl behind it is a nut job) Her favorite clothes are the ones that she can make or buy knowing that a million other people won’t be wearing it.
To start with Jetta’s anatomy, no dirty thoughts you, her build is so similar to her mother it’s sickening. From head to toe her father found his daughter a gentle reminder of his dead wife. Her white blonde wavy locks, dark chocolate eyes and shimmery pale skin were all traits that made his wife drop dead gorgeous. Of course though, Jetta is far from perfect. She’s merely average. Her height is imbetween short and tall, her eyes are one of the most common colors, she tends to have acme when she doesn’t wash her face, and she’s worn braces in the past to correct her smile. The only shocking thing about her is perhaps her white blonde hair or striking clothing. Even then she still blends into the crowds of Twinkle Town.
Jetta’s clothing, despite a somewhat ratty appearance, is always clean. The one thing that her Gram’s is a stickler about is clean clothes. Her attire is usually very retro and comfortable. Nothing is worn to make her look a certain way. She doesn’t wear tight clothes to flaunt her small bust and waist; she doesn’t cinch a corset on to make herself look even smaller. She wears her clothing based on the fact that she likes the way that it looks. In her wardrobe there are no two things that look alike nor will you find any dresses or skirts or ladylike blouses. Her six pairs of jeans range from white to grey, to varying blues and finally to black. Her fancy clothing is pinstripe dress pants and an orange silk shirt from somewhere foreign. (Gram’s ordered it off of the internet). Otherwise, besides her pants, there is a stack of twelve t-shirts and about six different hooded sweaters. The t-shirts are a rainbow of colors, and yes she does wear pink. None of them are brand name; instead they all have a funny saying or a funky design on them. Her socks are just as unique as her shirts, they all vary in color. Her white socks are not so white; she has one pair of black for dressy occasions while all the others are rainbow with some sort of freaky pattern. As for shoes, you’ll find that she is more likely to wear boots, running shoes or flip-flops over anything else. Her most trendy item is a pair of large clunky Guu boots that are black. They are also the most expensive thing that she has ever bought for herself.
Her attire is always matched with an enormous amount of bracelets and necklaces. Her ears have never been pierced so no need to worry about that. The last thing to comment on is the way that she wears her hair. To keep it short, it’s different every day.
Dimension 1 : 5”5
Dimension 2 : 128 pounds
Bold Irises : Chocolate brown
Thick Ever-growing Threads : White blonde
[ P r o o f s ]
Me from my POV
An Autobiography by Jetta Stevens
What kind of person would I be if I opened this assignment with such famous lines as ‘once upon a time’ or ‘I was born on…’. If I was a princess who lived in a fairytale or some celebrity who has a purpose to write about their life then maybe I would use either of those lines. However I am nothing like either of those two characters. Instead I am me, Jetta Stevens, fifteen year old orphan who has been given many skills but has no idea how to use them. To make things clear, before I do start off on my life’s story, I am not your typical teenager. In fact, I have a checklist below of the things that I am not:
• I am not gaga over boys or boy bands
• I hate makeup and the need to look like a Barbie
• I resent shopping unless it means that I’m getting clothing that I actually want to wear.
• I hate alcohol and I will never drink a drop
• I do not attend parties or dances. Refer to the comment above
• I do not watch teenage soap operas
As you can imagine I’m not the most average kid in the world. For my age I’m serious about a lot of things. I’ve lost a lot of important people in my life. I’ve watched both of my parents perish. And I’ve watched people look at me with pity when I don’t want it. At fifteen years old I’ve learned that life is hard. A lot of my friends don’t quite understand that. For them they’ve always been handed everything they have. Their parents are there for them and me, I live with Gram’s. It’s hard for them to understand my opinion on things. They haven’t had a parent die or disappear. They may have had divorce hit them but to my current knowledge, none of my friends have lost someone dear to them unless it was a pet. I cope with my friends and I don’t mind that they pretend to understand. They are my friends after all. They won’t understand everything about me just like how I don’t understand them completely. Along with my somewhat serious nature, I can still look at my friends and their actions and think that what they’re doing is okay. Everyone needs to have fun and me, I laugh as often as I can. As much as this assignment may make you think, she’s contradicting herself, everyday she’s goofing off in class, I am just as much what I prove to be here in this paper as I am before you.
Anyways, I guess that I should quit explaining my behavior and get onto the important issue at hand. My life started out in the middle of the summer. I was the first and only child born to Francis and Gregory Stevens. My mother, Francis, was only twenty at the time of my birth and she died due to complications. I was always told by my father that she gave herself up for me and to this day I still cannot fathom why he would say such a thing to me. By telling a child that their mother gave themselves up for them, you only make them feel like a burden. As I think of it now I still feel that way. The advice that my father gave me as I grew older grew wiser and wiser. He learned just as much from me as I did him.
My father was handed me and from that moment he did the very best that he could. A single parent can only amount to so much in the eyes of his or her child. To me my father was my hero. I grew up in a condominium. I always have lived in condos because they seemed to be the only affordable housing in all of Twinkle Town. The gumdrop houses in the suburbs were crazy prices and the maintenance on top of them was insane. My father settled for life in the city and ever since I’ve always been here. The traffic, the congestion and the hoards of citizens only made for a more exciting lifestyle. Every day was something new. Whether it was hopping into a new store or helping someone down on their luck. Twinkle Town was my playground as a kid and it still is.
I can start off by saying that I dreamt of travelling a lot when I was younger. However I was always told “it’s simply not possible” by my father. Despite his status of ‘head chef’ at a famous restaurant (named Indigo & Teal, and yes my dad worked there) my father was never one for luxuries, or so it seemed at the time. It was my father who taught me how to read, not the school system of TT, and it was my father who taught me to get serious about life. Because of his male influence and the lack of a mother in my household I have always been a tomboy. He gave me old t-shirts to wear for pajama’s and taught me the foundations of my cooking skills. My father gave me valuable ideals and taught me to look forward and not back. He was the kind of man who would have been far better off married and happy himself. Secretly I knew that he was somewhat hypocritical. He looked back every day when he thought of my mother and what could have been had she survived. He was so in love with a figure in the past he would never settle for someone else. He knew it would hurt me as much as it would hurt him to move on. Together we idolized my mother and lived on for her and kept going. If anything he gave me a respect for those who have passed.
When I was twelve things started to go downhill. Up until then I had gotten through everything unscathed. At school I was who I was at home. I wore jeans and I hung out with boys. I got through being harassed about being so masculine but up until my twelve birthday I had never dealt with life altering scenarios. It was a month after my birthday when a lawyer showed up on our front steps and handed him the court papers and charges. He was being sued by some old witch who claimed that her leftovers from the restaurant had killed her pet pig. Honestly, who fed gourmet food to their pig? A police officer was there to make it official while the woman’s lawyer barged into our home and verbally attacked my father. From my room I heard it all as it was recorded. I heard it over again when the trial came and it was repeated on television too many times to count. In the end my father lost the restaurant and a large sum of money. I can’t remember the exact numbers because it was so crazy at the time I didn’t know what to think. I was so confused over how my father could be blamed for a woman’s pet’s death. It seemed as if there was no proof at all. My father told me that despite the ugliness of the situation that I had to keep my head up high. I could not give in to the temptation to smack anyone who said something bad about our family. We were still together and that was what mattered.
I thought that after the court case was closed and when they had finally stopped talking about us on the news that maybe, just maybe, things would return to normal. It was a lost hope though. As I grew I wandered from my father and often began to spend more time with my mother’s mom (AKA Gram’s). It was my dad who sent me to her in the first place when I started asking so many questions about my mother Francis. I had so much that I wanted to know about her that it drove me crazy. I met Gram’s for the first time when I was thirteen, armed with a notebook, pen and toy tape recorder. She welcomed me openly and almost fell over when she opened the door. Like my father always had told me, she reiterated his phrase: “You look exactly like her…” Although she had not been visited all that often when I was young she took me in as a new child, not at all like a burden. She had white snowy hair and jolly cheeks. If anyone would remind you of Mrs. Claus, wife to Santa, it would be my Gram’s. She was a lovely woman who took me in and loved me when a lot of people cast me aside. I taught her how to cook as my father had taught me.
Gram’s showed me endless pictures and photo albums of my mother. She had boxes of my mother’s personal affects and things that she told me, ‘were too painful for my father to see’. Whatever we talked about most times stayed at her condo. My father always looked so pained when he went into detail about my mom. Despite his openness to speak about her, sometimes he would close up. I didn’t want to put him through anything. He was having a hard time getting back to work and finding a steady salary for us both. As I slipped away from him, he slipped away from me though. It got to a point where we weren’t even talking. Then worse, my father disappeared and soon I found myself parentless. The instant that he died was a split second and to me it seemed like he had been there for a moment and then he was gone. He went to get something from a store on the waterfront and next thing I know he’s disappeared. A cop shows up at the door with my father’s fabric hat and Gram’s behind him. As they entered I fell over and cried about my losses for the first time. Sure I had thrown tantrums as a child and I had cried until no eternity. But I can never remember crying because I had no mother. When my father was gone I was devastated. Gram’s took me in her arms as I screamed for my lost mother. Since then it’s just been me and her. She helped me move out of my condo and I helped her move out of hers. We chose a new building and started fresh. Together it seemed, we would overcome what had happened.
A lot of what I’ve experienced has given me my sarcastic attitude and chattiness. I compensate for a lot of things by talking loudly and trying to give out to a lot of people. Despite my serious nature I laugh a lot and try to get through school. I was born to live outside, as my father once told me. Every moment I can I’m in the fresh air trying to draw something or work out. I divert a lot of my emotions to my hobbies. My drawings are like an emotional outlet and when I’m running through a trail I can often get my frustrations out. In front of people I’m not often emotional. I keep it bottled inside me like a lot of other people. I wouldn’t recommend it as a way of living your life. My temper flares and I can be envious of a lot of things that other’s have. Though Gram’s and I have more than enough money from Dad I still don’t get to indulge in a lot of things. Gram’s has a flower shop but it doesn’t make a lot of money. In more ways than one we live off of Dad’s accounts.
So, I’m sure by now you’re not even reading what I’ve got posted here. I’m not the most amazing person you’ve ever heard of. I’m sure that you’re most interested in the singing sensation Bottled Pop. But I am Jetta Stevens; orphan and serious person Contrary to belief I am a real person who eats candy and does laugh often. I have lived my life for fifteen years as a tomboy and so far it’s been a roller coaster ride. Here’s hoping it stays entertaining.
Acronym
J ubilant
E arnest
T alk-a-tive
T rustworthy
A rtist
[ C o n c l u s i o n ]
AKA : Citrus Orange Bubble
Hymns of Change : Orange Citrus Bubbles, transform!
Words of Victory : Tangy, Sassy and Orange, let’s go!
Forces and Abilities
All of Jetta’s attacks are based off of her love for cinnamon hearts and orange juice. It seems that her abilities seem to have been themed off of two of her favorite things. Her weapon, of course, is the orange bubblegum boomerang. The boomerang itself stretches from the length of her fingertip to her elbow before it bends so it is a little oversized but nothing that would concern anyone. (Houston, we DO NOT have a repeat of Sango here.) The boomerang itself is pumpkin orange in color with candy apple red cinnamon hearts decorating it. Beware, the edges are sharp! One side of the boomerang appears to have been wrapped in white hockey tape. This is where she holds the boomerang so that she has a little bit of grip. When she is not transformed her boomerang becomes a hairpin. To transform all she needs to do is pull the hairpin from her hair and say her transformation phrase. All of her attacks work in the same way and they are listed from the easiest to the hardest to maintain. To activate an attack she only needs to wing up her throwing arm, say the name of the attack and direct it with thought.
Cinnamon Hearts Strike
The red hearts within the boomerang will them glow and separate from the red bubblegum boomerang. The will swivel around Jetta before following her directions. When they hit the foe they burst and become cinnamon dust. The dust will then affect the foe while the sword re-creates new cinnamon hearts to fill the gaps of the old ones.
Citrus Spirals Strike
By using this attack inside edge of the boomerang will glow orange and as Jetta thrusts her boomerang over her head, the sharp edge of the boomerang with cast several opaque orange boomerang shaped objects at her opponent. Once they strike her opponent they become sticky globs of orange bubblegum that are more than enough to stop a foe from moving.
Orange Bubble Doodles
This attack allows for Jetta to draw something with the edge of her boomerang and then will it to reality. The object will not be solid but instead the outline of the object she wants it to be. She can only draw objects and not living things. The objects will only last a short while and take a lot of energy to create. If Jetta becomes tired this attack will be too difficult to complete.
Adorned Fabrics
[Voilà]
Not quite as crazy as Sailor Moon nor quite as simple as The Powerpuff girls, Jetta’s outfit is something that suits her. Instead of wearing a filly bathing suit and sandals her outfit is unique and functional. Jetta’s outfit begins with her hair which is tied in a side pony tail to the side of her head. The main part of her outfit is a large hooded sweatshirt that is bright pumpkin orange. The hood is normally found on her head and despite winds of 200 km/h it still would not fly off, instead she would be pushed back. Underneath is a white unitard. On top of that she has black leggings to add a little bit of flare. For shoes, instead of the cliché high heels or GoGo boots she wears candy red Ugg (Guu boots in the Twinkle Town world) boots that end at her ankle. And lastly, the most important thing that hides her identity from others, she wears a black eye patch across her left eye. OMIGOSH pirates ahoy! Don’t go criticizing her outfit, she’d be on your butt with her boomerang in seconds.
Personal Melody : Chasing Pavements - ADELE
Puppermaster
i build [m y s e l f] up
and fly [ar o u n d] in circles
waiting as my [h e a r t] drops
and my [b a c k] begins to tingle
and fly [ar o u n d] in circles
waiting as my [h e a r t] drops
and my [b a c k] begins to tingle
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[Mr.] Snuggles