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 Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 1:34 pm
The young woman lay stretched out under a tree in the soft grass of the school courtyard. She'd just recently moved here, her family being evicted form their last home and then shifting here. She slightly missed Derek and Damion, her two muscle men, she'd have to find new ones shortly. It was her first day here, and already she was skipping last period to lay in the cool shade of the day.
Next to her lay her bag, the name AnNiE was written neatly on the old and worn leather bag that she had stolen a few years back from a fellow classmate. Inside it held a CD player, an iPod, a case of CDs, a binder with any school stuff in it, two or three cell phones, an MP3 player, two digital cameras, and a normal film camera. She was a hustler, and she always had good stuff. She usually made about two hundred a day at her old school, she could only hope to make something at this new place. But, people were still in class, those goody-goodies, she was out and enjoying the crisp day, the breeze lightly tossing her long espresso curls into the grass.
She wore acid wash jeans, black and camo AirSpeed skate shoes, and a black turtle neck sweater. Her fair skin seem paler in contracst to her sweater. Her form was tall and slender, though petite in its own way. With a sigh, the girl known as Annie Levieva sat up, proping herself up on her elbows, scanning the grounds. With the sign of no one, she collapsed back to the ground, closeing her eyes once more to hide her bright hazel eyes.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 4:22 pm
Vincent nodded slightly before pushing up is glasses. He stood up with his bag and walked away from the two. He sighed as he got back out onto the sidewalk. Realizing he had forgotten something at school he slowly began to walk back. His aunt didn't mind when he wasn't home on time since he usually stayed after school.
Upon reaching the school yard he noticed a young woman propped up on her elbows. He glanced at her but continued on his path towards the locker bay. If he was lucky he'd be home in time to actually have the food still be warm.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 4:55 pm
Name: Fuuka Sanami (pronounced foo-kah sah-nah-mee) Age: 17.5 Gender: Female Powers: Advanced magic in all elements, including dark and white magic. Appearance:  Bio: Fuuka was spoiled, and given high respect for her rich family, but she never took it for granted. The servants, who barely even got minimum wage, would get many breaks, for Fuuka hated seeing them treated badly, and would not allow them to call her Miss Sanami, or anything of high respect, just Fuuka. After she was tired of her over-pampered life, she left without notice, taking her favorite servant with her. ********************************************************* Name: Yukiko, former servantAge: 7 Gender: Female Powers: Some healing magic, but her specialty is drawing and bringing her drawings to life. Appearance:  Bio: As read above "...taking her favorite servant with her.", Yukiko is that servant, and thinks of Fuuka as "Mama", because Fuuka had saved her from a harsh beating. Now, Yukiko stays by her Mama's side wherever she goes.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:02 pm
As she walked up to a school, looking up at it's towering walls, Yukiko holding onto the hem of her dress, Fuuka wondered if this was a good place to picnic.
Yukiko tugged at the hem of Mama's dress. "Mama? When are we going to eat?" she asked, looking up into her mother's eyes.
Fuuka looked down at the little girl, and smiled. "Real soon, okay?" she replied.
Yukiko nodded, her hopes rising to show her power.
Fuuka looked over at a small field, and decided. "Yukiko, let's eat over there." She pointed to a spot with dappled light, given by an overhead cherry blossom tree. Once they got there, Fuuka spoke again. "Could you draw us a small picnic?"
Yukiko beamed, she loved using her power whenever she could, and quickly got out her sketch book. Once she was done, Yukiko ran her hand over her creation, and a quick, hardly noticable flash of blue-ish white light emerged from the paper, and there was a wide variety of food, and a classical red and white plad tablecloth spread on the ground. "Let's dig in Mama!" Yukiko yelled with glee, ungalantly skipping towards her art.
Fuuka smiled proudly. "Yes, let's!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 9:31 am
Tiggaboy Jackie had seen Hana take off. He smiled. He'd sat there on the swings for awhile, smiling and thinking. Just when he was about to get in his car, he heard a scream. Hana! He thought. He through off his backpack, and his wings sprang open. His eyes changing from their normal grey, to a flourescent light blue. He flew in the direction Hana had gone and landed outside a house. The door was partially opened. He slowly emerged in. He slowly walked forward and found two bodies in a large pool of blood around them. He sighed and shook his head. He put his hand over the head of the male. The last few minutes of the man played back in his head. Then, he did the same with the female. As he finished, he noticed a boy in the house. Then, he saw Hana. 'What happened?' He signed.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 9:27 am
Jackie's wings fluttered lightly and drooped. He was a very powerful empath so the wave of sadness from Hana flowed into his head. He slowly went over to her and started to rub her shoulder. He sighed. He stroked her hair gently. "There, there." He whispered. He put his arm around her to make her feel safe. His eyes wandered to the knife. The insignia vaguely familiar. As he stared at it, images started to flash in his head. Terrible, violent visions from the past...They stopped when he pulled away from her. He figured it was from her past. "Do you have somewhere to stay?" He asked.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 10:13 am
Sasha stood up, and rubbing the back of her head, slowly started her walk home. (Again.) She got to her apartment and jammed the keys in the lock, only to hear somebody shout 'Rent!' at her. She dug around her pocket for a moment, then pulled out her wallet. Paying the man, she went inside and closed the door, falling onto the couch. It had been a slow day.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 9:36 am
Sasha sat at her computer as it booted up. How many of her friends would be online...? She sighed as a melancholy feeling sank into her skin like humidity. The whole 'almost raped' thing had shooken her more than she had led on.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 5:28 am
((Hi Staci! I didn't know you were in this guild too! Cool! The picture for my character might seem a little familiar...))
Gaia Name: sweetxstrwbrry
Character Name: Akira
Age: 17
Appearance:
Bio: Akira's parents died in a fire at her house, bu she was saved, leaving her voice permanatly damaged because of the smoke. Her voice is very hoarse and whispery. She is an excellent student, never missed any homeworks or assignments. Excellent grades in just about everything.
Misc: She is a bit short for her age. She is a very talented cellist. She always goes to the park, sits on the swings(without swinging), and watches the sunset at a certain time every day. She has a heart shaped locket that hangs aroung her neck, when you open it, it plays a soft classic tune, a gift from her parents.
((I suck at making profiles so don't say anything about it...))
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 5:08 pm
Yukiko sat up, full of confidence and happiness. "Nya!" she laughed, full. "That was good! Huh Mama?" she asked looking over at Fuuka.
Fuuka giggled at the girl's laugh. She always loved that laugh. It rang through her ears, and to her heart. It was so serene it could do that to anybody. "It was very good honey!" Fuuka replied, smiling again. "Good job!"
Yukiko brought her fists up to her chin in happiness and pride. "Yay!" she squealed, overflowing with joy. Yukiko loved it whenever her Mama complemented her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 5:33 pm
Tiggaboy Jackie's wings fluttered lightly and drooped. He was a very powerful empath so the wave of sadness from Hana flowed into his head. He slowly went over to her and started to rub her shoulder. He sighed. He stroked her hair gently. "There, there." He whispered. He put his arm around her to make her feel safe. His eyes wandered to the knife. The insignia vaguely familiar. As he stared at it, images started to flash in his head. Terrible, violent visions from the past...They stopped when he pulled away from her. He figured it was from her past. "Do you have somewhere to stay?" He asked.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 8:47 pm
Jackie sighed. He put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey..." He said quietly. "You can stay at my boarding house...I'm sure they have an extra room for you. At least until you're able to take care of yourself..." Jackie smiled sweetly. He wanted to make Hana feel better. Even though he just met her, he felt something of a brotherly connection with her. He sighed. "I'll help clean up..." He said. He took out his signature blue gloves and put them on. Then, he took a sponge and started to clean and soak the blood.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 7:44 am
Hana jumped up. " No!! You don't have to do that!!" she exclaimed. She put a hand over her mouth. " Oops, sorry. I just meant you don't have to help me clean up here, I can do it..." she clapped her hands and the blood disappeared. " I was just too much in shock to do it earlier is all." She knew she was blushing again, so she focused on calming down.
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