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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:05 pm
♫♪♫ Character Profile ♫♪♫  Name: Amaravati Priti Nicknames: Amara, ‘Mara, Mare Age: 18 Birthday: August 13 Sign: Leo Blood Type: O Fav. Food: Curry (pretty much no matter the origin), rice, Popeye’s chicken, pudding, Mexican food in general, Indian and Thai food in general, desserts that include chocolate. Hated Food: French food. Seriously, that stuff has no flavor, and why are there tiny onions floating in a white sauce? No, just no. She does not like tapioca pudding, an exception to the pudding rule. School: Crystal Academy Hobbies: Sports, particularly soccer, cooking, horseback riding (does that go under sports?), playing the flute Gemstone: Onyx Virtues:Mama Lioness— When push comes to shove, Amaravati feels the need to take care of and protect the small circle of people she considers friends and family. Mothering doesn’t exactly cut it, because it doesn’t touch the fierce protectiveness that runs throughout her behavior where those special people are concerned. If you have crossed one of her ‘cubs’, you better back off real fast. Stubborn— There’s stubborn, and then there’s Stubborn. Amara falls into the latter category. It’s really not worth the time and effort it takes to convince her that whatever she’s after is a no go. When she’s made up her mind about something, she will hold on until the bitter end every time. Arguments with ‘Mara are, uhh, interesting to say the least. Confident— It’s hard to shake her confidence, due to that stubborn nature, and she’s pretty damn sure that what she has got is something that people want. They might not admit that they want it, but in the end, they’ll come back for more. In spite of the fact that this has not always proven to be true, she remains self-possessed and assertive, with plenty of ego to go around. Independent— As a result of that confidence and stubborn nature, Amaravati often goes it alone. She might hold to a couple of friends, but she needs her time to herself. Her wandering feet will take her all over the map if given half a chance. It is not easy to convince Amara that as she shelters other people, so she must also be sheltered. She remains unconvinced, and determined to make her own way even if she has to knock a few heads together while she’s at it. Flaws:Domineering— While her confidence and protectiveness can be entirely helpful, when coupled with her stubbornness, we reach a problem. She thinks she knows better than the people around her what they need. Obviously, they have a serious disagreement, there. People do not like being managed, and Amara will not only nearly always feel that she is in the right, but that she needs to manage them. Danger, Will Robinson. Judgemental— If she’s met you, you can believe that she has pretty much already made up her mind about you. That can sometimes be a good thing… if, y’know, she thinks well of the person she’s met. Unfortunately, it also gets in the way of friendships and partnerships if she doesn’t, because once made her opinion is pretty hard to shake. Vain— Oh no you didn’t just insult her. Maybe ‘Mara isn’t your average skinny rich chick, but if you dare to say anything about it, you had best believe there will be a fight. She is convinced that she is an Indo-Aryan Venus, and that is that. She might not say so, but she’s definitely thinking it. The vanity is almost a defense mechanism; growing up, she suffered from a lot of ‘fat girl’ jokes, and now that she’s blossomed into a young woman, she is well aware that some of those jokes were born of jealousy. At least, that’s what she wants to believe. She’s broken up friendships over it in the past. Melodramatic— She is loud, and she is proud… but sometimes she goes overboard. Everything she does is obviously the most important thing ever, and thus everything she experiences is much the same. The latest drama is totally the world’s biggest crisis, and for all that she is generally prepared to handle that, she will make mountains out of mole hills. There might be real danger, but you’d be more likely to hear about it when she broke the heel of her latest shoe. Physical Description:Hair: Purple. The long and straight of it is that it’s long and straight. It comes down to about her tailbone and is usually kept mostly loose, with strands braided here and there. Eyes: Orange, dark lashed, and judgmental. Face: Square jawed, with defined cheekbones and a narrow chin. It’s a face with character, and don’t you forget it. For skintone, see here. Body: Think Rubenesque. Amara has a voluptuous body, with plenty of curves to go around… and around. She’s busty, stocky waisted, with hips that could kill and thunder thighs. Fashion: If it came off of the front of a magazine, ‘Mara’s probably worn it, or something close to it. Daddy’s money only goes so far, but fortunately for all involved, mama can sew like a champion. She also wears more traditional Indian garments when she feels the need, and she particularly favors the latest in Salwar Kameez when she’s chilling at home.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:09 pm
♫♪♫ Story Entry ♫♪♫ ►
“Oh snowcone.” Too late now to save the boy, too late to stop the tears from marring Einan’s prissy little cheeks (her schoolmate would not thank her later for allowing such weeping; Ei could be so vain about her rich girl looks), Amaravati took a swaying step forward. She had caught only the last exchange between her sometime friend and the unfamiliar lad, and had been frozen in place by the scream. The sudden … well, poof that the body had done had definitely kept her where she was too. What had happened to poor, silly Einan and her perfect appearance? “Do you know that you are all over in blood?”
That decided her. With her usual no-nonsense calm, Amara plopped herself right down by the girl, and scooped her up into a big mama hug. There was nothing that could soothe anyone so much as having some nice full breasts to snuggle against, and she had that covered. More than covered. Trouble was, she didn’t know how else to help. What did you say to a girl whose companion (was he her companion) had just gotten toasted? Carefully measuring her words, she managed an entire sentence of comfort. … Comforting for the stuck up little bi—no. She was not going that route.
“I’m sorry, snowcone. How the hell did you do that?” Moreover, what in the bloody hell had happened there? People didn’t just up and die. No, they got killed. Somebody had just gotten killed right here tonight, and she was sitting in it! Of all the ridiculous nonsense. Where words failed, actions would have to do, and she was all out of words for now. Rubbing down Einan’s back, she made soothing sounds, and then reached up to stroke her hair. If a boob hug wouldn’t work, playing with Ei’s hair ought to do the trick… if only because the girl was so stuffy about it. Chances were, any moment now she’d slap Amaravati’s hand away.
Amaravati was okay with that. “… Ei?” Oh this was not acceptable. It was one thing to cuddle up to a conscious, crying girl. It was another thing entirely to be bearing the rather dead weight of an unconscious not crying girl. “Snowcone, you wake that silly head up right now!” Nothing. Of course nothing. Frowning, she shook her friend carefully. “Bloody hell, you’re going into shock, aren’t you?” Not good. This just wouldn’t do. Tucking that weird stone away, ‘Mara shouldered Einan’s weight (and it really wasn’t a lot of weight, was it?) and got to her feet, stumbling only just a little.
She was a big girl, and she could handle a prissy, skinny a** b***h. Handle her, and move her to somewhere safe, somewhere they could get help. It might have been better to let her sleep it out, but she didn’t want to risk that exposure would make matters worse. What was that tiny thing Ei was wearing? On a night like this, it made absolutely no sense to go about in getup that was just as revealing as their school uniform. Her own witch’s gear was far more sensible. … There was a sound. #@$%! Mother #&@*ing sound! If there was one thing that she didn’t like, it was those god #%$@ing %@#$ed Horror flicks where the chick hears a sound…
… And it was all over. No, there would not be any of that damn ‘all over’. There would not be any more bleeding, any more death, and there would most certainly not be some weirdo in a suit. Ironic, then, that a suited girl appeared right bloody after that thought. Maybe appeared was sort of stretching things. Falling from off of a dumpster and faceplanting wasn’t really appearing, was it? It was more like being the clumsiest mofo Amaravati had ever met. Oh hey, she was bleeding! The suited psycho was bleeding. Great. What was this, bleed on Amara day? The fall had sent her careening into the floor, but not before plenty of that rich red blood had gotten onto the damn witch costume.
“What. The. Bloody. Blazes. Are. You. Doing?” Every word was punctuated by a kick in the side with a nicely pointed witch’s boot (yes, she was going to hold the bleeding against the crazy chick, so sue her). “You do not fall on me.” Except, apparently she did fall on her. #&@%! Okay, they were entering ‘Amara is going to kick your skinny punk a** if you don’t get out of her #*$@ way’ territory. She had important things to do! For instance, she had to get Einan to the hospital, or something before she died. Ei dying crossed a pretty major line, and they were not going to go there. Uh uh.
“Mmmpph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmph mmph mph mmmph mmmmph mmph mmph!” Or something. What the hell was that girl trying to say? Whatever it was, it made no sense like that, with her face pressed into the ground. “Hell, girl, why’re you trying to run your mouth at me when you’re eating dirt?” There was more mumbling, and a frown appeared between Amara’s eyebrows. Okay, #*@$ that. Kicking the psycho suit in the face, she turned her over slightly. “By the power of the Great Smasher, I will vanquish you!” Right. This chick didn’t look like she could vanquish a Chihuahua, let alone big mama ‘Mara. “You’re nutters. You’re not gonna do a #*@$ thing down there.”
Crazy is as crazy does, as the saying went. This girl was out of her bloody mind! “I saw you!” the chick spat, blood dotting her lips as she spoke. “I saw you help that girl who was with him!” Him. What, as in that poor boy who’d gotten dusted like some kind of vampire out of a Buffy stakeout? Heh heh, stakeout. But no, that wasn’t funny, and this wasn’t funny either. “Are you trying to hit my boot?” The weak flailing didn’t really impress ‘Mara. Not at all. “I am Sailor Sargas, and I will punish you!” Amara let out a bark of a laugh. “Oh honey, you are punishing me. That awful getup of yours? It’s killing me.” Ugh, it was.
Then she got on her serious business face, and glared down at the girl. “Now you get your #*@$ing wand or whatever that crap is off of me, and you keep it off. Understand? If you don’t, I will step on your face. And sweetheart, you do not want me to step on your face.” It was better to trust Amara’s word there. Really, really better. In the long run, it would save the girl a lot of grief. “You’re… you’re a monster!” Ha! “Hardly. You’re delirious or something, girl. You should go pop some painkillers or something, because you are tripping out.”
And then the psycho suit started bawling. Oh god, it was just her day, wasn’t it? Grimacing, she raised an eyebrow at the kid. “What gives?” The little b***h had attacked her (granted in the most pathetic way she’d experienced to date), and now she was sobbing all over her nice, witchy boots. … Oh that was so it. “I’m dying! I’m hurting, and I’m dying and you are kicking me while I am down!” What was with this crazy night? Halloween didn’t usually mean everyone just up and #&$@ing killed each other. Did it?
“Look, girl, you went after me, not the other way around. Dropped down on me like a bat out of Hell.” Possibly literally out of hell… or maybe more like a bat going to hell. If the girl was dying, that was maybe the problem here. “That girl, she helped him!” the bleeding chick said despairingly. “Right. She helped him, so I’m supposed to do what? Hand her over to you? She’s not one of your people. I don’t care what she is wearing, you are not going to #*@$ing lay a finger on her. You’re insane if you think that I’m just going to drop her so that you can choke her with your pretty, sparkly white gloves.”
“What’s more, you’re not dying. If you were dying, I’m pretty #*@$ sure you’d already be dead. How about I call the cops, and you sit here and wait? They’ve probably got something out for you, don’t they?” Which Amaravati was totally okay with. If this sobbing girl ended up in the back of some cop car, it would be better than having her crazy a** limping after Einan as ‘Mara carried her. “Whatever vendetta you’ve got, I advise you to bury the hatchet. That boy you were after, he’s dead.” For some reason, that made the girl cry harder. There was really no understanding these costumed types, was there?
Snowcone was still asleep. Asleep, unconscious… whichever. What the hell? Had the boy’s death really been so hard on her? Heartless #*@$ing thinking, Mare. No, it was obvious that Einan had been hurt deep by it, and she was willing to bet that she truly was in shock. Yep, there was the shivering. “I… d-didn’t want him killed!” the girl hiccupped. “I just wanted to teach him a lesson!” Yeah, right. Because that was totally believable. “I find that hard to believe. I saw what you did to him. He was hurt bad.” Hurt bad enough that he’d died from the wound. Was this chick really actually crazy? “I didn’t want him to die, but I don’t care about you!”
Oh hell no. “You keep your crazy punk a** right over there where I can see it,” Amara hissed, disapproval making her tone harsher than maybe it should’ve been. Except, no, this was totally warranted. When crazy girls tried to kill you, you destroyed them. That had always been the way she’d operated, and she wasn’t going to change it now just because this particular brand of crazy was crying. Ei had been crying, too. Ei had been crying, and her boy had been dying, and that was all on this tiny girl. All of it. Every ounce of blame belonged with her. “I will… finish this…”
Reaching for her cell phone, she struggled to balance her friend on her shoulder and dial at the same time. Come on, come on, come on! Pick up! “911, what is your emergency?” Finally. Final #*@&#xin;g-ly. “I’ve got a girl bleeding on the ground here, she’s babbling incoherently. Doesn’t make any sense. Seems to be bleeding heavily. I don’t know where she’s hurt.” No phone call for Einan, because Amara was going to hold #@%^ tight to her, and take care of her herself. They were going to the hospital, and nothing, not even cops was going to keep that from happening. “Please, officer, she’s bleeding out here. I don’t know what to do to staunch the blood.”
Worse, the chick was still screaming death threats at her. … Trying to scream death threats at her. Had she gone off her rocker? “I think this girl is disturbed, or on drugs or something.” There were questions. There were a lot of questions, and the #*@$ cops weren’t moving fast enough. “Look, you can ask me questions until you’re blue in the face, but I hope to god you have an ambulance on the way.” Too many $*#@ questions. “I will… punish you…” Right, she had to deal with the girl. “No, you will not. You will sit tight and wait for the EMTs to get here, and you absolutely will not die on me.” ‘Mara had had enough of people dying today. “She’s delirious, officer. She needs help now.” After a pause, she got the confirmation that she needed. “An ambulance is on its way.”
Thank god. The flailing and the threats, and the bopping with whatever the #*@$ that thing was was starting to ease up. She frowned, peering down at the girl. “Better make it fast.” Crazy psycho suit girl was fading. Even she could tell that, and she had no medical training to speak of beyond the requisite first aid training. #*@$. “I’ll… bring you down… with…” Hey, if she couldn’t even finish her death threats, there was a serious problem here. The phone went dead. $#*@! Oh s**t, oh s**t, oh shiiiiiiiit! It wasn’t like she was attached to the chick or anything, but it was bloody obvious that the crazy girl needed help, and she’d just remembered that she hadn’t given her location. Maybe they were tracing the call? If they weren’t, this nut job was pretty much a goner.
Now was about time to check on the kid, actually. “Hey crazy girl, you okay down there?” Silence. That… was not encouraging. “Hey, I am talking to you!” Apparently listening to Amara was pretty far down on the list of things to do when one was dying. Huh. Who’d have thunk? But really, there needed to be a reply, because she was not going to stand here while the kid died. She just wasn’t. Except psycho girl was coughing on the ground, and kind of gasping, and she was $*#@ing sure that was a bad sign. “Stop that. You buck up and pay attention. The cops are sending an ambulance to come get you. You’ve got to hold out until then.” Pathetic, sobbing girls who died at her booted feet made her protective urges go all over the bloody place. All. Over.
The worst of it was that this chick was responsible for Einan’s boy’s death. She didn’t know what else to call him, because she hadn’t been there long enough to learn his name, and Ei hadn’t exactly been in any shape to talk by the time she’d gotten to her. Not really. “Hey cut it out! You keep that up you’re going to cough up a lung or something.” Possibly literally, and that was more of a mess than she wanted to deal with. Sobbing suited girl wasn’t making any sense. She was babbling from time to time, but the words just didn’t link together well. “I can hear the sirens now.” Guess that meant that they had traced the call after all.
Too #*@$ing late, it looked like. The flailing was stopping, and the girl’s body did a jerk… and s**t, that was not acceptable! “Sailor … Whatever, you are not going to do that, you hear me?” Gently, Amaravati set Einan down, and then she tried to find the wound and—“Oh s**t.” The girl wasn’t breathing. Not breathing… not breathing was a $#@* bad sign. Bloody… bloody hell! “You wake up right now, you hear me? Wake the #@%* up!” Shaking Ei hadn’t done any good, but surely now… surely this was different. Okay, what did she know about first aid? She could’ve sworn she’d learned a bit of how to deal with this kind of thing.
Where was her booklet? She hadn’t brought the packet they’d given her when she’d done the class… she never brought it. What the hell had she been thinking? This was trouble, this was serious trouble. “Well $*#@.” Hand covered in blood, ‘Mara searched out the chick’s pulse, and got… nothing. Nothing? After all of this, the b***h was going to die on her? Right. Mouth to mouth, restart the heart. One two three. Push, and breathe… and… “#*$@!!” For a moment, she thought that she’d get no response, no response at all… and then…
“Not… going to kill me?” Blood beaded at the girl’s lips, and she coughed hard enough that Amara could feel it rattle through her. Oh s**t, oh s**t! Why did this crap happen to her, on her watch? “No. No, I’m not going to kill you, though after the s**t you’ve put me through I should.” A look of almost … peace came over the psycho suit’s features, and that provoked a serious response out of her. “No! None of that!” ‘Mara slapped the girl, trying to liven her up a bit. “Stop that. Stop dying. The ambulance is on its way. You just gotta hold on a little longer. Do you hear me? Stop!”
“Don’t… have a choice. Tell my mom and dad… I loved them? Somebody’s… mom’s going to freak out. It’s not… her fault.” $*#@! “Oh hell no. Oh hell no, don’t you die on me!” She didn’t know how many times she’d said that now, but it was a lot. Gritting her teeth, she knelt down, the blare of sirens in her ears, and she tried to keep the girl afloat. It wasn’t working, and she didn’t know what to do to make it work. Now would be a $*#@ good time to have some witchy powers to go with the gear. “Oh god, somebody help me!” She was not a murderer, she was not going to be responsible for this chick’s death. She was not negligent… was she? “…” Almost as though to mock her feeble efforts, she could hear the sirens real close now.
“Well $@*#.” There was nothing for it, but to answer the storm of questions that was sure to come, and to get Ei to the hospital. Maybe they’d let her ride in the back of the ambulance. She could already tell that they were too late for Sailor Sargas or whoever she really was. “I don’t know who you are, but you really screwed yourself over, kid.” Herself, that poor boy, and Einan. Einan, who had done nothing to her, and was suffering from a loss that she couldn’t really understand. With the sound of sirens blaring in her ears, she promised herself that somehow, some way she was going to find this girl’s parents, and she was going to pass the word along. The silent sleeper before her might have been a killer…
But everyone, everyone had someone they left behind. This crazy girl was no exception, surely. Not with the way she’d talked about her folks, all too late. The EMTs burst out of the back of the ambulance, and suddenly she was surrounded by uniforms. There were cops every $@*$ing where, and she just didn’t know enough about what had happened to help. After all, how exactly did you go about explaining that the boy who had mortally wounded the girl had … poof vanished. As they loaded the cooling body up into the back of the vehicle, she got to her feet and brushed herself off absently. “Hey, let me ride in the back. This girl here’s my friend from school, and she’s going to want someone there when she wakes up, okay?”
Maybe she couldn’t save the boy, or the suited girl, but she was bloody well going to be there for Ei. It might’ve been easier for her if she’d just taken off, but easy didn’t cut it. Easy was pussying out, and Amaravati Priti simply did not do that. “Sure, why don’t you come with us, and answer a couple of questions on the way?” Right. Questions. Of course they would have questions. She had known they would have questions. Must have been the shock that was starting to set in. “I can do that, but there’s not a lot I can tell you.” As they pulled away from the scene, she could see a cop already blocking off the area, and she could only think that come next year, she wasn’t dressing up. The last thing that she needed was another crazy $*@#ing Halloween, and another #*@% body. Seriously. Trick or treat, mother #@$&er.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:28 pm
♫♪♫ Table of Contents ♫♪♫ 1. Cert 2. Character Profile 3. Story Entry 4. Tables of Contents5. Rules 6. Etc 7. Etc 8. Etc 9. Etc 10. Etc 11. Etc 12. Etc 13. Etc 14. Etc 15. Etc
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:33 pm
♫♪♫ Rules ♫♪♫ [Rules go here]
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:35 pm
♫♪♫ Etc ♫♪♫ Will become something when I get around to it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:36 pm
♫♪♫ Etc ♫♪♫ Again, same thing.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:44 pm
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