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 Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 8:34 pm
 "Your eyes. They had changed color for a moment."
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 5:47 pm
Margaret smiled. "It was your imagination. For me to change my eye color... Well..." Margaret looked away at the crowd of people downstairs for a quick second, then looked back. "That would be a little supernatural. An I'm just a girl at an orphanage. I can't be supernatural at all." She said, this time wiping her face clean of emotion.
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Love Interest: nobody yet
Mood: Annoyed
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 7:59 pm
Appearance:  Name:Shaylee "Shay" Rowlings Age: 8 Personality: shy with people she doesn't know or people who look intimidating, friendly and childish with nice people, strong believer in spiritual things and supernatural things, imaginative, day dreamer. Gender: female: Status: Human Sexuality: straight Stamina: 75/75 Love interest: No one! Shethinks boys are yucky. Health: 59/75 Mood: Sad because she's sick, wants friends around her...has no friends
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 12:43 am
"Actually, alot of supernatural things tend to happen at orphanage's. Mostly because of the anger and hatred that are held through the millennium." Dante stated, apparently forgetting about the earlier conversation.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 3:08 pm
Margaret smiled lightly. " we'll I am not in ANY way supernatural." she looked pleasant on the outside, but on the inside she was raging. Screaming and kicking and gasping for air. To most humans, she could lie like there's no tomorrow. But with this one, it was harder. She felt like when she lied, she couldn't move. She couldn't bear it. What was this terrible feeling inside her? Why did it leash out and claw and tear at her the way it did? The first human that has ever talked to her in a normal manner besides her family was this boy- almost a man- and she can't even set straight if he's a positive or negative effect on her. How do you classify that?!?
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Love Interest: nobody yet
Mood: frustrated
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:04 am
Dante cocked his head, "Is that so?" He shrugged, "Too bad."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:06 am
Margaret sighed. "I guess..." She quickly changed the subject. "Do you know what happened down there?" she asked, pointing the the crowd gathering around the dead nun, who's entire body was snow white.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 10:38 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 11:19 am
(Yeah u don't have to be accepted to role play!)
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 4:05 pm
Dante shrugged, "No, not really. It doesn't involve me, so it's none of my concern." He stated.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 6:14 pm
Margaret smiled. Oh well. If he doesn't care what happens, he will probably never know! Mararet thought happily, while she kept an emotionless face. He will never know the truth behind her, and who knows. Maybe the delicious blood she smells from him will finally be hers soon. If it did happen, she would feast well. Her mouth tingled as she leaned on the railing of the platform. She was to busy dreaming about blood to realize that the railing she was leaning on had begun to split from the middle, which was the part she was leaning on. The railing finally broke from all the stress of children playing on it and leaning on it. Margaret let out a terrible scream as she was ripped of her daydream and gravity began to take force upon her.
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Love Interest: nobody yet
Mood: shocked
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 6:35 pm
Dante grabbed Margaret's arm and pulled her into his grasp, away from the edge.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 6:58 am
Margaret let out a high pitched shriek as the railing tumbled downstairs. People down there screamed and moved out of the way. A little girl didn't move fast enough, and a chunk of wood slapped her across the face. Blood ran down the red patch of skin. Margaret's vision began to get hazy as the smell filled her nose. She turned to Dante. "Thank you, Dante. But I have to go now." she said with an ever-so-slight smile, then broke free of his arms and ran down the hall to her room, covering her nose the whole time.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 3:25 pm
Shaylee Rowlings~ Shaylee was playing outside. She was stil sick but she was feeling better and the nuns had let her outside 'Because fresh air helps when you're sick.' is what the nun, Sister Maris, had told her. She was playing under the old railing when it suddenly fell and a piece on her. She yelled out painfully and fell to the ground, crying. "Help..." she croaked. All the children crowded her but ran away, afraid.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 4:11 pm
Dante looked down, seeing the little girl crying. He quickly scaled down the building and landed on the ground. He ran over to her and kneeled. He examined the wound, gently running his finger along it, rubbing some of the blood onto his finger. He shook his head, "Need medical attention." He gently picked her up and started off towards the infirmary.
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