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 Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 8:46 pm
Name: Ginny
Guardian: Michelle Velázquez (Nova)
Spirit: During WWII when many men were sent abroad to fight, jobs were left vacant that needed to be filled, and Ginny's spirit was a single woman who began working in an ammunition factory filling shells. A spark from a conveyor belt jam ignited one near her and she was killed.
Vessel: Seven spotted ladybug
Season: Spring
Powers: Unknown
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:27 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:27 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:29 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:30 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:51 am
Okay, I'll push this to the next page when I have time, but for now.... ARRIVAL
"UGH!" Michelle Velázquez waved her arms frantically around her head and in front of her face. "I....hate....summer....and all....these....BUGS!" With another frustrated scream, she yanked open the front door of the little brownstone and stomped inside. The young couple behind her gave each other a nervous look, and the man grabbed and squeezed his wife's hand reassuringly as they followed the real estate agent inside.
In the foyer, the bleached blond woman gave a tight smile. "Ah there, air conditioning feels nice in the hot summers of this region. Central air, unlike the last place I showed you." The couple nodded, and they proceeded towards the living room area.
As they walked, the couple noticed something floating among their agent's wavy hair. When she stopped, they got a closer look, seeing that it was a small lady bug. The man reached out, hoping to remove it without Michelle noticing, as that surely would be best, but she spun around to point at the windows, and his hand was caught in her hair.
"WHAT are you DOING?" she snapped, jerking away and smoothing out her hair frantically.
"I'm s-sorry, you just had-" he stuttered, but at that instant the ladybug chose to drop to the ground, where it stood out against the light maple floorboards. Michelle squealed and attempted to crush it with the fine point of her heel, but expectedly had little luck. The man tried to calm her down, but his wife shrieked next as a flash of red fire exploded from where Michelle had been stomping. As her husband and Michelle turned around, a little girl sat calmly on the hardwood floor, and as they watched, she hugged Michelle's leg tightly.
Struggling to quell the compulsive shudder and look of revulsion that threatened to cross her face, Michelle pasted on her smile again and leaned down to pat the toddler on the head. "Ah yes, this is...this is my daughter...Ginny." The young couple looked unconvinced, though the wife admitted internally that she could have just seen the girl's hair. Michelle pulled her leg out of the girl's grasp and tapped her toe briskly on the floor.
"Now then, the kitchen?"
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