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With a sudden burst of confidence the once submissive dog barked out, "I'm Nikki." She puffed out her chest in an attempt to look brave. Sadly, her friends only laughed.

Accepted! awesome wolf by the way

Emblem stalked through the trees, padding at a brisk pace towards the horizon.

I'm going to make it right now

to sign up : http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…7.msg55781020#msg55781020

9/10

The grand ole opry is the place to be,
it has everything you need,
but I don't think it has those monkeys
that swing in the trees

Nikki grinned her little doggy grin. Cruise bent his muzzle down to her ear, "Somebody looks smitten," he woofed.

10/10
flip flop, flup, what is this gupe, HAVE I BEEN DUPED!?

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accepted :)

~~If you want to read this rp go to http://www.wattpad.com/story/1…tain-america%27s-daughter I'm publishing the entries here in chapters and other pov's. Pieces get published after I have gone through and fixed minor mistakes, like spelling. I am in no way the author of pieces that are from other pov than my character. Thank you

Lets get some things straight. I may be Captain America's daughter, but I am not the daughter of a lab experiment or a seventy some odd year old melted popsicle. Sure, he got all his physical strength from a test tube and yes, by some miracle he was perfectly preserved in his youth in some ice. But, I am not the daughter of a lab rat. I've heard it all, honestly. Never tell him that, but I have. I don't know how he'd take it. He's been through a lot already, and his only daughter getting bullied would frustrate him horribly and I know that for a fact.

My father has, in fact, been through a lot. He saved the world twice.If that doesn't say it all, I don't know what more you could want. He saved your a$$ and all. Him and all the other avengers. You ought to be thankful. I love my father. He may have raised me a little old fashioned, but when your father was born during the second world war what else do you expect. Even if there isn't as much technology around as I'd like. It's for my own safety, and I don't hold grudges against my father. Even when he punched Jimmy Nickelson, the hottest guy in school, square in the face for hitting on me.When he does punish me I suppose he has his reasons, even if I'm really disappointed. I've only thrown a fit once, and I learned my lesson.

I had really wanted a my little pony one Christmas and when I didn't get it I threw what my mother says was the worst fit she has ever witnessed. Now let my tell you one thing, my father runs a tight ship and wears the pants of the family. He took my by the arms and gave me a gentle shake until I looked him in the eyes.
"Now Caroline, you listen here. I do not appreciate your behavior. You know as well as I do that Christmas is not about getting gifts. Now you apologize to your mother and our guests and you march straight up to your room until I tell you to come out." He said it gently but stern enough that I got the message. I wiped the tears out of my eyes and marched over to my mother and apologized, then looked over at my father who stood squarely in front of the rest of our family and friends, arms crossed. He nodded and I spoke in a whimper.
"Sorry."
My father nodded again in satisfaction before waddling off to my room. After that I never crossed my father.

Now, I stood awkwardly in my "Internet Kids Never Sleep" sweater and neff beanie. Which was iron because I never got much time on the internet anyway. My father had been called in for one of those avenger meetings. My father had insisted I come because the other avengers were bringing there children. My mother had of coarse suggested that I do as my father asked because she wanted to clean the house and she didn't think I would like that much. I wasn't going to argue with that. I definitely didn't like my mothers leisure activities, I much more preferred my fathers. Which included going to the gym and target practice. You could say that I Caroline Rogers could take down the entire school wrestling team in five minutes and you would be correct.

I stood by my father's side, arms folded over my chest just like his. Balanced perfectly on the balls of my feet. I wasn't a hundred precent comfortable around the other avengers and their children. I constantly found myself looking around at the others, sizing up their strengths and weaknesses. Things I could use if they challenged me. Something I learned and inherited from my father. I watched the Starks with much detail.

As the meeting began and we took our seats I realized how heated this discussion was going to fold out to be. Oh dear we're going to be here a while...

~~Of Course! That movie is addicting isn't it?~~

I looked over at Stark's son. He had his feet up on the table and he chewed his gum like a cow. It was obnoxious and my father and I shot him a glare, he smirked. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes because it was horribly rude and I didn't want to make things worse between my father and Mr. Stark. Though Stefan didn't seem to care. I tried my hardest to focus on the discussion before me but every time I heard the pop of his gum I had to fight the urge to cringe. I kept my posture rigid, my body language showing that I was intently listening and serious about what was being discussed. Just like my father. Unlike bubbles over there.

My father pushed himself up from his chair and leaned over the table at Mr. Stark. He set his jaw and furrowed his eyebrows. A gaze I was all too familiar with. I looked up at him curiously, all ears for what he had to say. If I was a dog my ears would be perked.

"Look, it's daddy's little puppy dog," I heard one of the other kids say. I had a pretty good idea of who said it so I ignored it. It was a familiar nick name that everyone at school had called me. I just hoped my father hadn't heard it. But based on the look he gave to the other kids before he spoke I knew that he had.

My father spoke harshly and sternly to the others. A voice he softened for his family,where he knew he was respected, but here he hadn't quite gotten all the respect he deserved from the others. "We need to focus on the important things. Running into battle without knowing anything at all is pointless. All we know is a name." My father spoke.

I agreed with his argument. If we don't know anything at all we would be completely blind. We wouldn't even know the purpose for going in. At the same time though, the time we waist arguing about a plan of action is time we wont be able to get back. And time is money.

I looked up at my father with pleading eyes. I knew I needed to say something. My father looked down briefly and gave my a curt nod. Enough to tell me I could state my case. I stood up. I saw Mr. Stark open his mouth to object but Thor spoke first.

"Let the girl speak,Tony."

Mr. Stark still wanted to object but the stern looks from the others shut him up for once. I spoke without the intensity but enough to be firm and steady. "I agree with my father," I started. I saw a look from Mr. Stark that said he knew I would but I continued. "If we don't focus on important things or know anything at all we will be going in completely blind. At this point we wouldn't even know the purpose for going in. That's a risk we cannot afford to take." I heard a few groans, I pushed them out of my mind as I kept going. "But, every moment we spend arguing about a plan of action is time waisted. Time we cannot regain in times of crisis. Time is money."

My father nodded and I sat back down in my seat. I regained my posture, folding my hands in my lap. Awaiting the replies of the avengers.

"I think we should take a break," I heard someone say after they had argued for a few minutes more. I nodded my head and sat down for a moment with my father. At that point almost every one of the avengers had been on their feet.

My father sighed and folded his arms over his chest. His eyes were riddled in frustration. My father could be set in his ways but he took others opinions into consideration. He also took their point of view and their feelings. Even if he was upset with them. My father's gaze softened a few moments later when he looked over at me. He had been looking straight a head for the past few minutes and I could only imagine what was going through his mind.

"I heard the remark one of the other children said." my father spoke softly to my. He reached out and held my arms in his warm hands that were ruff from his many hours in the gym. It had never bothered me, the calloused and broken skin of his hands, they had never struck me and they always made me feel safe. Even if I could defend myself, it still felt good to know my father was there. But right now, though I felt safe with his hands on my arms, I couldn't bare to look into his eyes.

"Look at me, sweetheart." He said, taking my chin in his hands so that I was now looking him in the eyes. "You are nobody's puppy dog. You will never be anybody's puppy dog. You are strong, and intelligent, and brave. You have more guts than some of the people in this room. And you are my daughter. You are nobody's puppy dog to drag around. Especially not mine."

I blinked away the tears that pricked in my eyes but I couldn't keep my emotions inside. Just hearing my father say that. He believed in me. He knew I was above them. Above the names. My lip quivered and the tears poured out. They were happy and sad tears. I nodded as he pulled me into his embrace. I rested my chin on his shoulder and let his strong breaths calm me down. My father knew what it meant to be a real dad. I could never repay him for that.

After a while I calmed down, wiped the tears away and set my jaw. I pulled away from my father and he let go of me. I adjusted my clothes looked up at my father and nodded. We stood up at the same time and my father walked behind me. As we approached the other families that had all gathered in the kitchen my father clasped a hand on my shoulder and guided me in.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "That's my girl." before he went over to the other avengers. Leaving me to socialize with the other kids.

I looked over at the others. Most of us were around the are of 16. There were the twins, son and daughter of Thor. Then there was Natasha and Clint's son and daughter. And of course Bruce's son, who had somehow inherited the anger issues. But at least he didn't turn into a giant green monster.

I took a breath before walking over to them. I had never gotten on particularly well with anyone in the group. Mostly Stefan Stark. His sister was okay though. She was much younger than the rest of us. I guess when you're superpowers come from a hunk of metal and wires you have time for that. Thor has time too though. He and his kids will out live us all anyway.

I slip into the bunch, they were all laughing and joking. As soon as I stepped in they quieted down. I was a little offended but I relaxed my posture and leaned agains the cabinets. I wouldn't let them get to me. "Stop looking at me like I'm a stiff." I said in a joking manner.

"But she is one," I heard Clint and Natasha's daughter whisper to Joshua, Bruce's son.I brushed it off. It wasn't necessarily a low blow but it still stung and left a trace of achenes on my heart.

"Hey, guys common, Caroline isn't that bad." Thor's son spoke up. I nodded in thanks to him.

"He's right guys," Clint's son budded in. "She's quite remarkable. She has enough respect from our parents and her father to be able to put her word in. If we tried something like that we'd never hear the end of it. And I doubt our parents would ever let us speak during such an important meeting. So cut her some slack. She's more respected than her father is." he gave me a smile. And I couldn't help but notice his dimples. Not to mention the sparkle in his eye when he spoke. The moment was short lived though, because seconds later his sister spoke yet another rude comment.

"More like they fear her less."
He looked over at his sister, who was a year younger, with a disapproving look. "So, what is going on in that brain of yours?" he asked knocking softly on my cranium. He laughed and passed me a soda. I smiled and laughed along with everyone else. I looked up at him. He was just as tall as my father at a towering six feet. Almost a head taller than me who stood at a whopping five feet and five inches.

We started joking and laughing but soon enough it was time to get back to the meeting. I heaved a sigh of relief. I was glad I could get back to my comfort zone, near my father and not socializing, but I was also a tad bit sad. I had finally found at least a few people who get me and respect me. Sure I had known them for a good part of my life but we had never been friends before. Now was my chance.

full name : Anna Meri Collins
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▻ nickname(s) : Mer
▻ age : [ 15 / 16 ] 15
▻ grade : junior
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▻ hometown : Nashville, TN
▻ family : father : Peter Allen Collins Mother : Cheryl Judith Collins
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▻ biography : Raised in Nashville, Tennessee until the age of 13 Anna -Marie Collins, born Anne Mari Collins spent her childhood hanging around the local theaters and bars listening to the musicians and artists that were trying to get a break. As a youngster so many people read her name as Anna-Marie Collins that she later had her name changed to fit. At the age of 5 Anna began playing the ukulele and then moved onto the guitar. She has picked up on many talents musically and plans to pursue a carrier in music. [ if you’re stuck - sharetext.org/QFID ]
▻ secret(s) : Once got a fake ID just to get into a bar to hear her favorite singer/songwriter perform
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▻ appearance :
▻ personality : calm and quiet.
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▻ why is your character in cape grove? : Her parents thought it be a good school for her to attend.
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▻ activeness : [ 8 / 10 ]
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