Name:Dyani Awahi Tashi'ne Nickname:Just Dyani (pronounced Dee-on-ee) Age:Sixteen Birthday:November 14th Species:Deer woman Gender:Female Sexuality:Sapiosexual Nationality:Native American Eye color:Light serpentine green Hair color:Dark chocolate brown Skin tone:Pale, milky butterscotch Height:A delicate five foot, two inches Weight:One-hundred pounds when soaking wet Body build:Lean, slender, sleek, delicate Talents:Singing and cooking Flaws/Disabilities:Social anxiety and cowardice Class:Manners Class, Chemistry, Anatomy&Physiology, Chorus/Vocal, Sex Education Secrets:Not applicable Powers:Shape-shifting ::usually when frightened or upset, she can/will shapeshift into a deer xxxxxxxxxxHeightened Senses :: because of her species, she has heightened senses Likes:nature, animals, singing, cooking, cleaning, being alone, reading, sleeping Dislikes:hunters, danger, predators, fighting, arguments, crowds Fears:shapeshifting in front of people, being caught (in a trap), being hunted Personality:sensitive, soft-spoken, reserved, nervous, cautious, anxious, curious, skittish, forgiving, understanding Bio:Dyani comes from a Cherokee tribe in the central United States. She lived alongside her grandmother, mother, father and older brother in their tribal house. As far as the tribe knew, she and her grandmother were the last deer women to exist. (Of course, there were others living in different tribes.) The tribe took great care to keep Dyani and her grandmother safe from any harm. However, they weren't able to prevent all harm. Her grandmother, while in doe form, was shot and killed by a hunter when Dyani was merely ten. The tribe was beyond morose. Dyani and her elder brother were sent away, moving from place to place out of fear. They finally settled, and her elder brother (Waya) had her enrolled into the academy. Family:Mother (Adsila), father (Wahkan), brother (Waya)
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xxxCami fluffed her hair for the final time, putting a thin layer of gloss on her lips and pursing them. While she wasn't much of a girly-girl, tonight was important. Her first real boyfriend! Well, since - like - fifth grade. She grinned to her reflection, brown eyes twinkling. She looked down at her v-neck green shirt and slim-fitting jeans, not bothering with any shoes. The brunette made her way into the living room, making sure the movie was in and ready to play. She also had a bowl of popcorn and two sodas on the coffee table. Cami brushed her hair out of her face, glancing at the clock. Her parents were gone. Finally, she would get her first kiss. Finally, she would have some fun during high school. Finally. Tonight was her night. Everything would be perfect. Cami pushed her bosom up, accentuating her chest, and sighed happily. She didn't exactly plan on having sex - yet - but she definitely wanted to have some fun. She draped herself out on the couch, legs crossed lazily. And she waited.
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ஐ Collins exited her motel room and stretched her arms above her head, yawning sleepily. Her platinum hair was curled lightly, draped over her delicate shoulders. Her perfectly pouted lips were painted a deadly shade of red, her eyes winged with black eyeliner. Her brows, a light brown, were arched in an ever-smug look. However, her eyes held a lilting note of boredom and drowsiness. Her thin, milky legs were exposed to the elements, her thighs covered only by a thin layer of a stretchy, black skirt. A ruffled, cream-colored blouse pronounced her ample bosom. She arched an eyebrow at the stares she received from several passersby. She even heard a catcall. The blonde thought briefly about turning and decking the guy who'd made the noise, but decided she was in a better mood than she'd thought.
ஐ She draped one arm lazily behind her neck and over her opposite shoulder, her strappy heels click-clacking as she walked down the road. The blonde glanced at her watch and blinked lazily. She was going to be a bit early to the coffee shop, but that gave her time to flirt her way into a free breakfast. Now, Collins wasn't poor by any means. She had inherited a decent amount of money from her wealthy parents when they passed. However, most of it was still being processed. That's the problem when your parents leave you millions... She snorted, rolling her eyes, and walked into the coffee shop. A greasy-looking teenage boy was at the counter, and his breath seemed to hitch when Collins walked in. Another eyebrow arched as she approached the counter.
ஐ The young girl walked away with two bagels and a chai tea for breakfast. She usually didn't enjoy taking advantage of, and manipulating, people for her better-off... but she was especially tight on money this week. She'd blown through her most recent check buying the clothes for her almost-interview today.
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You ever heard the expression ❝ The best things in life are free ❞? xxxxxxxxxxxxxWELL THAT EXPRESSION IS TRUE.xx Every once in a while, people STEP UP, they r i s e above themselves, xxxSometimes they ((xsurprisex)) you and sometimes they fall s h o r t. xxxxxxxxLIFE IS FUNNY SOMETIMES xxxxxxxIt can push pretty hard but if you lOOk close enough, xxxxxxxxxyou can find H O P E in the [[words of xc h i l d r e nxx ]] xxxxxxxxxxxin the barsx of the s o n g & xxxxxxxxxxxxxin the EYES of someone you l o v exx
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The school day was finally over! Kendall practically hollered with joy. Day number whatever in her junior year of school was done. The redhead stood quickly from her desk, so happy. A Friday meant a weekend. Two whole days without having to see this hell-hole. She walked out of her calculus class and out to the parking lot, climbing into the back of her truck and listening to the roar of vehicles leaving for the weekend. Kendall's blue eyes slowly began to close. A whole weekend. Mostly of video games and sleeping. Possibly some making out, of course. Hopefully little of her sister. The girl was thinking fondly of what was going to happen that weekend, her backpack laid firmly under her head in the bed of her truck. She draped one arm over her closed eyes, the other lazily on her stomach. The redhead was clothed in form-fitting skinny jeans, a pair of beat-up Converse, her favorite over-sized black sweater and a black beanie. Her usual attire. Except at home, when she enjoyed walking around in a bra and short shorts. Kendall didn't consider herself to be a slut. Not at all.She oftentimes simply got bored with things, like clothes... and boys. Chuckling softly, she awaited her sister and best friend.
While her sister was half-asleep in a truck, Clover was sitting wordlessly in her chemistry class. Even though the bell rang, she and a few other students had stayed behind in order to learn the material well. Much like her elder sister, Clover was extremely intelligent. Unlike her elder sister, the blonde applied herself and cared about her grades. Sighing softly, she let her drowsy green eyes wander from the white board. She looked around the room, then stood. The blonde inclined her head politely to her teacher and waved to the other students, gathering her things in her arms and walking out the door. The weekend was probably going to include a book and hot chocolate. Maybe a walk or two. The November leaves were starting to change colors and fall. Her hands were cold as she walked outside, looking around. Everyone had hurried out so quickly. The sky was darkening and the lot was empty. She ducked her head and quickly found her sister's dark maroon pickup truck. She opened the passenger side door and threw her stuff in, slightly jolted when her sister wasn't in the cab. "Kenny? Sis?" she called, her voice soft but sweet like a Christmas bell.
"Back here, Clove," her sister's orotund but gentle voice called. The blonde peered over the top of the edge of the bed, finding her sister half-asleep in the back. "Do we have to wait today? It looks like it's gonna rain, Kenny," Clover murmured quietly, green eyes lowered. But the redhead didn't give an answer, because the blonde already knew. So the younger of the two gave an indignant huff and climbed into the cab, closing the door behind her. She started the truck, rubbing her frigid hands in an attempt to make them warm. She knew her sister and this boy weren't dating, but they definitely weren't just friends. It was an odd situation. However, he was cute... The blonde felt her cheeks flush, and she folded her arms in defiance. She was frustrated with her sister. So Clover sat in the warm truck and listened to her classical music while Kendall laid in the bed and half-dozed.
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B a s i c I n f o r m a t i o n Alias/Nickname: Hina Birthday: April 4th Age: Seventeen human years Gender: Female Sexuality: Sapiosexual Body Type: Slender Hair Color/Style: Pale green, kept long and fluffy Eye Color: Greenish-blue Race: Shaped (Angelic)
P e r s o n a l I n f o r m a t i o n Homeland: Ulicia Position/Job Title: Florist Tattoos: None Piercings: Piercings, if any Scars: Faded v-scar between her shoulderblades Skill/Abilities(s): Magical abilities; she mostly uses her magic to better her flowers. Fighting Ability: Rather than fighting, Hina flees. Fighting Style: If confronted with battle, Hina will use her magic to disappear or shift into a naturalistic creature.
U n d e r t h e F a c e Likes: xxanimals xxflowers xxgrapes Dislikes: xxwine xxfighting xxthunder Fear: Hina is deathly afraid of fire, and she has arsonphobia. Strengths: Her kindness, alongside her few magical abilities, are her strengths. Weaknesses: She is extremely naive, and she becomes fatigued after using her magic in large quantities. Personality: Hina is a delicate and fragile girl. She is very sensitive, but hides her feelings well. She is a caring, understanding and selfless person. However, she is terribly naive and much too trusting. She always looks for the best in people, even if there is nothing to be found. She refuses to believe that people do not have good within them. Hina is quite intelligent but very quiet, and prefers to listen rather than speak. Bio: Hina was born to a Shaped father and a human mother. Her father died in battle shortly after she was born, and she was raised in Ulicia with her mother. Her mother was a selfless woman who owned a lovely flower shop. When Hina was merely fourteen, her mother became ill. They had not enough money to purchase the medication she needed to be well, and the woman later died with Hina was fifteen. She took over the flower business, and she lives quaintly. She often ventures to other nations in order to replenish her store, and she spends most of her time outdoors if at all possible.
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B a s i c I n f o r m a t i o n Alias/Nickname: Nila (pronounced Nee-la) Birthday: January 3rd Age: Eighteen Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Body Type: Fairly petite but curvy Hair Color/Style: Light blue, kept long and straight Eye Color: Bright blue Race: Human
P e r s o n a l I n f o r m a t i o n Homeland: Driavo Position/Job Title: Princess of Driavo Tattoos: none Piercings: none Scars: Burn scars along her right shoulder, side, hip and leg. Skill/Abilities(s): Painting, piano and singing Fighting Ability: Nila is far from exceptional at fighting. She can defend herself quite well, and she's fairly fast and nimble. When she does fight, she relies on her speed and defense rather than offense. Fighting Style: She uses a simple dagger to fight, a poignard to fight. Her offense attacks are clumsy and weak. However, she usually has a simple, leather forearm guard on to block against attacks.
U n d e r t h e F a c e Likes: xxpainting xxthe sky xxhorseback riding Dislikes: xxfire xxbeing constantly monitored xxbeing treated like a child Fear: She has severe arsonphobia, or a fear of fire. Strengths: She is extremely nimble and has decent defense when it comes to combat. Weaknesses: She is physically weak so her offense is feeble at best. Personality: Nila is very curious and kind of nosy. She is fairly childish, yet independent and determined. She's confident in herself and her abilities. She's also fairly naive, and she doesn't understand the kingdom's affairs. She's bright and spirited, and she always wants to be out doing something. She's impulsive and has quite a temper when provoked. However, she's also very headstrong and rebellious when it comes to her parents. On the contrary, though, Nila is extremely loyal and selfless to her friends and family. And much like a normal teenager, she's fairly awkward- as well as witty and sarcastic. But, unlike her family, the blunette is not at all snobby about other races. Bio: Nila was a spirited girl from the beginning of life. She was always going places she was told never to go to. At a young age, she was taught by her family to believe humans to be the most superior race. And she did believe so. Furthermore, she was spoiled rotten and given everything she wanted. So when she was young, Nila was a snob. She was treated like a delicate flower, since she was the jewel of Driavo. Even people that didn't know her loved her. When she was twelve years old, Nila went on a horseback riding trip with one of the servant's daughters. Without supervision or permission, of course. They, however, rode too far from Driavo. And encountered bandits. They raided everything in the horses' satchels as well as in the girls' packs. It wasn't until Nila attempted to escape that all hell broke loose. One of the bandits was able to wield fire, and he threw up a wall of it to block her from escaping. Nila's horse was spooked and reared back, throwing her off. Her right side was badly burned, and her horse died. However, she did manage to finally limp away. She made it back to Driavo before collapsing in a heap. Her injuries were extensive but they were healed. The other girl was returned unharmed. After the incident, Nila became more thoughtful of other people and other races. Although not much changed, she did become a more caring person. Her guard was increased after the accident. It is now nearly impossible for her to escape the castle without supervision, and she hates it.
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Clover nearly bristled when she saw a mop of white hair approaching their truck. She'd momentarily forgotten that he was actually staying with them all weekend. The blonde had nothing person against Elijah- in fact, she enjoyed his presence. However, she disliked when he and her sister were together. They turned into... rabbits. And not cute and cuddly white Easter rabbits. As he approached, Clover wiggled herself into a mere cocoon of warmth in the back of the truck. She blinked when Elijah greeted her, and forced a sweet smile. Though, quickly enough, it wasn't forced at all. He was just cute as could be. "Hello, Elijah," she greeted meekly, her pale cheeks flaming red. Clover had not at all inherited confidence like her sister. In fact, the two were polar opposites. Yet, the best of both worlds. Clover was the quiet one, shy and fairly awkward but sweet and innocent. Kendall, on the other hand, was confident and undeterred by much. Clover enjoyed reading, Kendall enjoyed video games. Clover liked salads and diet sodas, Kendall preferred baked goods and energy drinks. The two couldn't have been more different, but they cared about each other to no end.
The blonde heard her sister rustling in the bed and watched a mop of red hair move around to the front of the truck. She yanked open the driver's door- as it had a tendency to stick. And her bright blue eyes lit up. Kendall squealed in excitement. Even though the two spent almost everyday after school together, they hardly ever saw each other during school and didn't even share a lunch. It was ritual for the elder sister to be thrilled to see her friend. "'Lijah!" she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him against her. She could smell the faint scent of his body soap and shampoo, a crisp and clean scent. The redhead inhaled it, hugging him tighter. It wasn't until a quiet "ahem" resounded from the back seat that she'd built up the resolve to let him go. Although they weren't dating, Kendall was a very affectionate person. To everyone. But mostly Elijah.
Kendall snorted and adjusted her seat, turning the heat up slightly. She glanced at the male in the passenger seat. "How was your day, loser?" she asked, switching the car into gear and beginning to turn out of the parking lot. 'Loser' was a term of endearment from the redhead. She began the short drive home, glancing in the rearview at her younger sister. Clover had just put in a pair of earbuds and had begun to play her favorite classical songs. The blonde glanced up, just briefly enough to meet green eyes with blue, and offered her sister a tired smile. Kendall easily returned the smile and turned her eyes back to the road.
“Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.”
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B a s i c I n f o r m a t i o n Alias/Nickname: Enoch Birthday: June 30th Age: Twenty-three Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Body Type: Slender but built and toned Hair Color/Style: Black, kept long and somewhat wavy Eye Color: Stark green Race: Vampire
P e r s o n a l I n f o r m a t i o n Homeland: Driavo Position/Job Title: Mercenary Tattoos: None Piercings: Several on his left ear Scars: Small fang scars on each arm Skill/Abilities(s): Enoch is very fast and nimble, though isn't amazingly strong like some vampires. Fighting Ability: Enoch is a master at distance fighting, but is terribly weak when it comes to close combat. He doesn't do well being physically near people. Fighting Style: As his weapon of choice in a silent kill, Enoch uses a simple dagger. However, in battle, he uses a weapon similar to a spear. It has a long, slender pole as a handle. At one end, it had a deadly, ornate blade. At the other, it simply has a sharp point. (Ryunohige from FF XI) He uses this weapon both to parry and fight. His style is a series of slashes and jabs, but he has a tendency to keep a distance from his opponent.
U n d e r t h e F a c e Likes: xxsnakes xxdarkness xxswimming Dislikes: xxsunlight xxbeing around people xxtalking to people Fear: Enoch has a fear of touching people, or being touched by people. This is why he struggles in close combat. Strengths: Enoch is extremely fast and nimble. He can practically meld into the shadows and disappear. Weaknesses: He becomes weak in sunlight, and he isn't exceptionally strong. Personality: Enoch is exceptionally sarcastic and rude. He cares little for other people and refuses to let any get past his exterior. His shell is brutality, anger, arrogance. His interior is simply a sarcastic, flirtatious jokester. He's reckless and careless, and magnificently cynical. He believes the world is full of poison, and he is not but a mere drop of the poison. Overall, Enoch is a pessimist. He's also fairly haughty and impulsive, and he dislikes nothing more than being told what to do. Bio: There is little to know about Enoch. Both of his parents were vampires as well as mercenaries, so he was bred into the business. His first kill was in a lone house in a forest. And the man had a young, small snake. Enoch took the snake as his prize. He has never failed a job, but he has before had trouble getting away. He was, one time, sent to prison. However, he killed the prison guard and escaped. Ever since, he has become more careful and silent in his kills.
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B a s i c I n f o r m a t i o n Alias/Nickname: Nash Birthday: He thinks it's September 19th Age: He thinks he's around Twenty Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual Body Type: Thin, frail Hair Color/Style: Red, kept long and straight Eye Color: Milky white Race: Human
P e r s o n a l I n f o r m a t i o n Homeland: Liel Position/Job Title: Wanderer Tattoos: A cross on his left cheek Piercings: None Scars: Reconstruction scars all over his hands, vertical scars all around his eyes Skill/Abilities(s): Nash has no exceptional skills or abilities other than being able to form a mental picture of the world around him with echolocation. Fighting Ability: Nash despises fighting and has no specific abilities when faced with a battle. Fighting Style: When faced in battle, Nash uses his claws as a shield. He holds them up in a defensive stance until he finds an opportunity to strike. His attacks are usually quick and uncalculated, and he retreats much too quickly. His blows have the potential to be dangerous, but he lacks anger and determination.
U n d e r t h e F a c e Likes: xxnature xxsleeping xxpeople Dislikes: xxwater xxfighting xxbeing the way he is Fear: Nash is afraid he will never remember his past, and he also fears water. Strengths: Nash's on strength is the strength of his claws. Weaknesses: His weaknesses are basically everything else. Personality: Nash is terribly quiet. He is fragile, coy and extremely cautious. He's scared of almost anything that moves or makes noises. Furthermore, Nash is much like a child in that he gets extremely frustrated very easily. He doesn't know how to handle his feelings. He is also very untrusting because of his past. Nash is insecure of his entire being, which is why he covered his hands and his eyes. Bio: Nash remembers nothing of his past before waking up about a year ago in a shack. His brain barely functioned properly and he was barely able to comprehend anything anyone said. He was living with a man and a woman, but that's all he knew. Nash was blind. He didn't know how he became blind or if he'd always been blind. Also, he had terrible scars on his face and hands. He asked the man if he could make anything to cover his scars. So the man did. He made claws that stretched all the way up Nash's shoulders. He also taught Nash how to properly bandage his face. Nash was content to live with the old couple until he was recovered entirely- until, one night, he heard the couple talking about him. They referred to him as a failed experiment, alluded to his blindness as well as his scars. Nash ran away, and now wanders around Liel aimlessly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2014 5:06 pm
Name :: Devon Graham Carter Nickname :: Devi or Carter Age :: Seventeen Birthday :: 27 August Gender :: Female Sexual Orientation :: Pansexual Crush // Lover :: n/a Relationship Status :: Single Height :: Five feet, two inches Weight :: One hundred sixteen pounds Body Type :: Short and fairly thin, yet curvy ; sparsely muscled Hair Color // Style :: Dark brown, thick, naturally wavy Eye Color :: Green Tattoo(s) :: 1.) An angel wing & halo on the left side of the quote; "Every sinner has a future, every saint has a past." and a bat wing & horn on the right side, all across the tops of her shoulder blades. 2.) Snakeskin patches all over her right hip and thigh. 3.) Pause, play, rewind and fast forward buttons on her left wrist. Scars :: None major to speak of; she has a bite scar from Flower on her right hand. Piercings :: Navel, ear Occupation :: Barista at a local coffee shop Family :: Alexander Carter ;; brother / Thomas Carter ;; father Likes :: sleeping, her pets, cuddling with Mufasa, watching movies (especially horror ones), cooking, baking, listening to music, tattoos, singing, dancing Dislikes :: working, arguing, her little brother's attitude, exercising, being told what to do, talking about her family, talking to new people, "making friends", travelling, when her father is home Fears :: mostly hospitals. she also fears thunderstorms. Secrets :: she has a collection of stuffed animals hidden in her closet. Personality :: sarcastic, blunt, lazy, rude, stubborn, childish, grumpy, greedy, slothful, selfish, vulgar, ambitious, fearless, honest, resourceful, reliable, trustworthy, loyal, broad-minded, creative, persistent Biography :: Devon was born to a wealthy business tycoon and his flouncy, stay-at-home wife. Her mother was a beautiful trophy and nothing more, and the young child never had any respect for the woman. She was a troublesome child, especially when her younger brothers were born; they were twins, and merely a few years younger than she. So, this is how Devon's attitude began at a young age. However, she adored her brothers more than anything in the world. Life continued on like this for a few years. Age fifteen: One of her brothers fell ill. He had leukemia and, after years of battling it, he died. And Devon's other brother was devastated. He went from being a straight-A, by-the-book kid to a bad kid. His new-found exterior combined with Devon's attitude ended up chasing their mother out. The very next year, she divorced their father and was never heard from again. Bringing us to the now, Devon is a spoiled child with little respect for authority and not a care in the world about much of anything. Other :: She has a pet ball python named Monty and a skunk named Flower. A Leonberger named Mufasa and a Ragdoll named Blue also live in the house. Theme :: Brave by Sara Bareilles / Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy / Rebel Beat by The Goo Goo Dolls / Youth by Daughter / Rock N Roll by Avril Lavigne Colors ::dark magentaforest greenburlywood Appearence ::[ x ]
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2014 2:19 pm
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“Sometimes being a b i t c h is all a woman's got to hold on to.”
Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2014 3:20 pm
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The car ride was bumpy and quiet, nearly lulling Charlotte to sleep. She was startled awake when the driver's car door slammed close. She rubbed her blue eyes sleepily, yawning and stretching her arms over her head. "Thanks for driving me, Viv! I'm so happy to be moving closer to you," the blonde girl chirped as she slid out the her sister's dark Cadillac, a small torti kitten in hand. The small moving van all of her things were packed in had already pulled up and begun unloading. One of the movers waved her over, and she happily walked over. He took her up a flight of stairs to her new apartment, where she found the complex manager waiting. She was shown her apartment rather quickly, then given a key. Charlotte turned and waved at her sister, watching her depart. The other Sterling sister was of few words, and she had to go to work anyways. Charlotte turned around to find a moving man, standing, smiling at her. She blinked momentarily, then thrust her hand into her back pocket. She fished around and pulled out a wad of money, lying it in his hand and thanking him for his help.
The blonde girl turned and went to inspect her new living quarters, setting her kitten down and closing the door behind her. Her entry room was decorated with a plush, cream-colored sofa and a deep maroon recliner. She also had a rather small tv sitting on a cherry-wood stand. Her kitchen was a tacky blue color with pale wooden cabinets, and her appliances were far from mint condition. She also had a small closet-area where her Sears-deal washer and drier were located. Finally, her bedroom and adjoining bathroom. Her bathroom was Parisian-themed in black and white. Her bedroom, on the other hand, was soon floor-to-ceiling covered in photographs. The sun had begun to sink in the sky, and her belly rumbled. It'd taken hours to make sure everything was set up properly, and she hadn't had a shred of food in hours. Not since Vivienne had taken her out to lunch on their way down. Stretching out her cream-colored limbs, Charlotte looked at the floor when she heard a quiet mewl. "Oh, you haven't been fed! Poor baby, I'm sorry. I hope you know that I set up your litter box in the bathroom, you pesky kitty," she laughed, opening one of her unopened suitcases and digging out a bag of cat food. She dumped some in a white bowl and set in down on the ground, accompanying it with a bowl of water.
Charlotte dug her phone out of her purse and checked for any missed calls. But nothing. Her sweet, pouted pink lips turned downwards, eyes looking forlorn. As she had little to do, the blonde retrieved her Polaroid camera from a suitcase, taking pictures of her new apartment and new kitty. "We're going to have to go into town tomorrow... Find you a bed, a tree, some toys. I'm so lucky Viv brought me cat food and a litter box for the night!" she giggled, sitting down on her couch and looking through a box of old Polaroids, as well as her brand new ones. Charlotte finally shed her jacket, taking her blonde hair out from its messy ponytail. She fluffed it, biting her lip. Maybe I should order some pizza for the night... I need to go shopping tomorrow, anyways... My poor refrigerator is totally empty! she thought, kicking off her brown flats and placing them by the door. I also need to unpack all my clothes... Looks like I'm sleeping in undies tonight, she thought vaguely, cheeks turning pink and an embarrassed laugh escaping her soft lips. The young woman sat down on her couch, petting her kitty, and continuing to look through photographs while she pondered getting dinner.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 6:09 am
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Gunner was silent the entire ride. Also, unfazed. His hands lay limp in his lap, blue eyes half-lidded. He sat at the front, by the ladder, and looked around at the kids in the ship. They didn't deserve to be going down into this hell. He knew what was waiting for them. Death, simply put. The impact with the ground made all the air escape Gunner's lungs, and he coughed roughly, hands clutching his pants. He stilled a moment later, watching as people - namely his sister - rushed out of their seats and down the stairs. Growling curses to himself, his large hands fumbled to undo the buckles holding him down. He finally undid them and rushed after everyone. He followed a few people down the stairs, looking around. He found the red head that belonged to his sister and saw a pale hand reaching for the release lever. "Julianna!" he barked, moving through the bodies and over to her, pulling her hand away from the handle. "We need to make sure everyone is okay before we go out there," he snapped, "or do you only care about yourself?" He dropped her hand with a face of almost-disgust, standing in her way of the lever. "We need to think of everyone if we're expected to make it down here," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Gunner hated being harsh, but it was necessary. Of course his sister was going to be the reckless one in this situation. Crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes floating down to the grey-black tracker on his wrist. Step one when they were off the ship? Break the damn thing off. He sighed tiredly, rubbing his face with a hand before watching as people filled the bottom deck. Just a little bit longer and he'd know if everyone was okay.
Devi remained seated, even after the impact. After people began flooding the lower decks. Her bright eyes were wide, her hands and face white from fear. She held her straps tightly, entire body quivering. While she wasn't afraid if heights or right places, the whole issue of hurtling towards earth in a small box didn't tickle her fancy. Devi finally brought her shaking hands to slowly undo the buckles of her seat, breathing shaky and irregular. She looked up, her eyes scanning the room. So many people had already moved to the lower levels. Everyone was eager to get out. Devi wasn't, but she was simply horrified by all this. How could this happen? How can I be down here? She chewed her bottom lip, sniffling lightly to hold back tears. None of this hand seemed real until now. She pulled her legs up into the seat, wrapping her arms around them, and buried her face in her knees. Her body continued to quiver, but the brunette didn't allow herself the satisfaction of crying. She wanted to scream, too, but held that in as well. Devi was just waiting for the sound of the ship to open so she could finally get out.
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