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    Kira is 14 years old, her real parents had died in a car crash not even a year ago. From her parents being singers and fighters she learned how to do both. he inherited more then that and picked up on much more then singing and fighting, she learned how to dance and play multiple instruments as well. After a month she was adopted by abusive parents and also became very depressed. She does what almost any other depressed person does if they want to get rid of emotional pain. Cut. She does anything she can that is in the depression bundle, (Cut, purge etc. etc.). What happens when she goes into her first year in highschool? Will she make friends or be a social outcast? What happened when she meets a boy? Will he find out who her real parents are? Will he find out what happens to her in her foster home? Will he find out of her mental state (The cuts and etc) Will they fall in love? Jump in with picture and name.[/align]


    I run out of the house before my 'parents' woke up.I adjust my book bag and grab my phone from my back pocket of my black ripped skinny jeans. I blare my music not caring if anyone heard from the headphones that weren't really on my head but around my neck. I pull up my black hood and continued my way to the school. I check my schedule glad I took a picture instead of carrying the picture. I stop suddenly as I came up to the large school. I notice no lights in the school on. ''Too early'' I mutter. I sit down on a school step and start singing quietly. I don't notice the tears slowly falling off my face as I sang. It described me sort of. The song I mean. I close my eyes and continued to sing. My voice seemed to echo around me. Nothing mattered. Nothing at all. I let my hair fall in front of my face.


    Mind if I join?


    Grimm O'hare


    Age: 16



    Grimm steadily drove up to the school in his silver Corvette, upon seeing the lights were off he cursed to himself, "Dammit, I knew it was too early... Why'd ma get me up in such a hurry?" pulling a folded up schedule out of his pocket and after checking his phone, it seemed like he was almost an hour early. He parked in a space and a little ways away, he noticed a girl waiting on the steps into the main doors. Seeing as it was his first day into his 2nd semester, he decided to go up and get friendly with her. But as he got a bit closer, he heard a mournful song coming from her, he noticed her hair that fell in front of her eyes... It was a beautiful brunette, which he personally liked. He walked up to her with his thumbs in his pockets. He took his hands out before he sat down on the stairs with her, "Hey... What's wrong?" he asked her in an innocent and unknowing manner.

    I blink away my tears so he didn't notice, I push my hair from my face. "Nothing wrong. Nothing at all" I say. I pull down my sweater sleeves and look up before over at him. "Names Kira. Kira viper" I say. I use my biological birth family name instead of my adoption family. I get my phone from my pocket and turn it off completely. I look back up, "I'm guessing you heard me?" I ask.

    "Well, yes... I got a little worried. Oh, erm, where are my manners. Th' name's Grimm, Grimm O'hare." he says extending a hand towards her to shake. "So what brings you here so early in the morning?" now that Grimm looked at it, the sun had just barely come over the horizon at this point. He felt like he was practically dead, his mother forced him up out of bed at roughly 4:45 A.M. If she wasn't his mother, he would have made a sailor blush that morning.

    "My family is grumpy in the morning so I left early for the first day. Thankfully I have electives because I'm above grade level so today won't be to tiring." I say. I cover my mmouth and yawn rather loudly. I then pull my sleeves down again. "Anyways, nice to meet you and sorry to worry you? Why were you worried in the first place though?" I ask.

    "Cause I heard you half-crying a song, why were you crying?" he noticed a small dried tear trail on her cheek, and inquired because of it. Naturally he wanted to help her become happy again if she was sad, his father's standard was "If you can't find a way to make a girl smile, then you're not doing your duty as a gentleman!" Grimm was raised this way, at the age of 15 his mother and father were legitimately curious as to why he hadn't acquired a girl friend.

    I blink a few times, "most people sing songs That represent them in someway. The song I sang represented me in a way. Connection to music. Basically I put actual emotion into it? If that makes sense to you?" I say in a questioning manor. I scratch the back of my head awkwardly.

    "I-- Suppose that makes sense." Grimm says in a slightly suspicious manner, it sounded like she was actually crying, but the singers he's met, heck even metal singers, can switch the emotions from when they're singing on and off... Even during a sad song he's never seen a singer actually start crying, maybe tear up a little bit but not full on crying. "So why're ya singin' sad songs out here?" He personally liked to sing a little, but he personally prefered to not show people how skilled he was, he was very harsh on himself, if there were still corrections to be made, he made them. He didn't settle for anything under 95% complete. So naturally when people asked for him to sing a lot of times, he always said "I'm not quite ready to sing" or something in the same ballpark.

    "Is there a reason to sing a happy song?" I ask. I tilt my head lightly then look around because everything was pretty right now. (Rushed, getting ready for school)

    "Well... Not really, but then again I don't see much of a reason to sing a sad song either..." Grimm said admittingly. However, he didn't like the thought of her crying, it made him sad as well. "Why not sing a happy song and be happy?" Grimm seemingly pulled a guitar out of nowhere and started playing a little song he had been practicing at home.
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    I arch a eyebrow shaking my head lightly. I let myself laugh, the choice was great but then amusing at the same time. I let my hair fall in front of my face because of the wind.



    (school is over, an I was laughing because my dad came home from work and comes to my room singing the same song coincidentally. Then my mom laughing at him.)

    OOC: Wait, that happened for real? 0-0


    That's pretty cool xD


    IC: "AHA! I GOTCHA!" he said victoriously, he pumped a fist in the air out of sheer self-satisfaction. He hated the thought of seeing a girl so sad, but the fact that because of him she started laughing, it made him happy too. "Hey, you wanna meet up during lunch break and sit down together?" he asks in a friendly manner.

    ''Uh- Sure'' I say. ''Can I see the guitar?'' I ask. My voice seems to be quieter. I yawn lightly before looking at the guitar. Figuring a song to play that wasn't really sad. I smile lightly, I look back up questionably.




    (Yeah, It was funny he skipped to the part I was listening to and started to dance. Horribly I might add. I died)

    "Sure go nuts, just don't break anything." he said in a slightly unsure tone, he was worried about letting a person he just met handle his guitar. He watched intently to see what she would play, he figured she knew what she was doing... Hopefully...

    I smile lightly and start singing. Slowly picking up into playing the guitar. My fingers glide naturally without hesitation on the fret board. I smile lightly not missing notes. My hair blew out of my face.



    (LORD OF THE RINGS MUAHAHAHA, XD)

    Once she finishes, Grimm gives her a 'not bad' face. "Alright, I'll give you a Lord of the Rings song. I have one that I've been practicing for a while." He takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly with a small wisp of fog escaping from his mouth. His voice becomes slightly, but noticeably, deeper. His eyes seem locked to hers as he does this, he slowly closes them and begins to sway to the tempo of the song. [youtube][/youtube]

    (I fangirled so f*cking harx. I'm suprised i didn't actually die! Aaah. I love LOTR)


    I smile lightly, humming the under part. I close my eyes for a second. "You are now my bestest friend ever!" I say. I start thinking of songs to play then smile. "The song I want to play is on a piano kr violin so at lunch I'll play it." I say. I had forgotten what it had been like. To have a friend and sing in public. I had forktten how much fun it was to sing Infront of others.

    OOC: Lol xD I know a friend who'd love to meet you, he's a hardcore fan of LotR. I like the two Towers personally out of them all, but it's been like years since I've seen them all like back to back. However, a game I personally like to return to is Shadow of Mordor :3


    IC: "ERMAGERSH, WE'RE TOTES BESTIES N STUFF. MAYBE WE CAN WEAR SECRET DECODER RINGS TOO!!" Grimm says in the most stereotypical nerd voice he can muster. His cheeks puff up from trying to stifle his laughter, "but in all seriousness that was a lot of fun, maybe after school we could hang out?" he asks hopefully.

    (Idk how meeting him could be arranged XD. Unless he on FF! But yus LOTR is LIFE. Besides Harry potter, and Divergent and ima stop now before I go into fandoms of more then movies and books)


    I stifle a laugh, "I don't know. It depends on my parents" I say. "So maybe." I say. "Also. I can arrange secret decoder rings" I say all to seriously. I set the guitar down carefully. "I should go to the old closed down 'music shop" I mutter. I then smile, "If we're friends. Superman or Batman. Oh. Or both? Most can't choose so I Will make it fair" I say.

    "Batman" Grimm says without even thinking for a second, asides from who would win in a fight, he just liked the animated series of the Batman waaaaaaay more than he ever liked the Superman animated series. "So one nerd to another, what class from D&D would you be, and while you're at it, what alignment would you be?"