Posts by Batman_Catwoman1029

Are all 5 girls already taken ?

Plot:

Paris Hadley Sanders is new in town, having just moved from New York to Los Anglos.
Upon arriving Paris heads into town to cool off after a fight with her father. You see, Paris and her father don't get along. It could be the fact that he made her move or something darker. Paris runs into ______, and they start talking. _____ is a gang leader of East River Side whereas Paris' father is the gang leader of the Upper East Side. _____ takes Paris to where he grew up and shows her around. They both start to like each other. One dreadful day Paris' father finds out about _____ and Paris spending time together and hurts Paris. ____ finds Paris in her home beaten and bruised and kidnaps her, to protect her.

What happens when Paris' father finds out? Will it be war? Or someone's life?

Form~
Name:
Age:
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My Form~
Name: Paris Hadley Sanders
Age: 17
Image: below !
Fun facts: Paris is outgoing and fun once she gets to know you. She can be a bit of a hothead when she wants to. Her mother died in a fire that Paris caused while cooking. She died saving Paris and she blames herself for it.

What's the plot ? I would like to join .

Accepted ! Thanks !

Paris looked through the window of her new home in L.A. With a sigh she looked at all of the boxes, a certain box calling to her. She opened the box and pulled out a picture of her old friends. "You know, I think you'll like it here." She heard her fathers voice from the doorway. She scoffed and remarked "Oh you bet! New people to meet!" She rolled her eyes. He glared at her and gripped her arm roughly. "I'm tired of you Paris! You will like it here! End of discussion!" He yelled gripping her arm tighter. "You may think that but I won't. Nothing can change that!" She snapped jerking her arm away. He raised his hand and sent it flying across her cheek, causing her to fall. He walked out with a groan and slammed the door. "Screw this." She whispered standing up and opening her window. She looked back before jumping out of the window and onto the ground. She took off running towards town and ran into a guy.

Oakkit slowly stepped into the clearing looking at all of the cats. Her family had abandoned her when she was four moons old and ever since she had been dreaming of the day she became an apprentice. Her white fur pricked with excitement.

Paris looked up and gave a small smile. "No. It was my fault. I clearly wasn't watching where I was going." She said moving a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked at him and said "I'm Paris. Paris Sandler.". She did a fake curtsy with a laugh hoping to make the boy smile. He looked troubled for some reason and oddly enough, she was curious why.

Paris smiled at him. "Hey. I'm new here and I can't seem to find a coffee joint around here. Would you mind helping me?" She asked. She forgot that she had a growing bruise on her cheek from her father. She sighed feeling a little better knowing she had met someone nice.

Paris smiled wide and nodded. "Sure thing." She said before starting to walk slowly. "So how long have you lived here?" She asked.

Paris gave an understanding look and said "yeah. I understand. One minute everything was fine and the next, I lost the most important person in my life. My dad went crazy one night and I lost her because she was protecting me. Now I'm his only target." She said not realizing she just told this stranger her father abuses her.

Paris smiled. "That's sweet of you. To take over for him. I mean I'm sorry that happened but I'm sure they were all great people. I mean they had you didn't they?" She said with a smile and a small nudge. She ran her fingers through her hair.

Paris smiled and nodded slightly. "Sure." She said.

Paris smiled wide. "You guys look amazing. And you! You were a cute little thing. And your mom! God, she's gorgeous."she said admiring the picture. She pulled out her necklace and opened it. Inside was a picture of her mother and a picture of baby Paris.

Paris gave a small fake smile. "It's okay. She was amazing. She would always sing to me. It actually what I'm studying. In high school? I was the music girl." She said smiling a bit. "My mom used to be everything to me. My role model, my best friend... And when I lost her I guess I kind of shut people out. Ya know?" She said laughing a bit.

Paris simply smiled at his honest interest. "Usually I just sing songs that I wrote and write down the right notes and keys. Ya know, in my old high school I was miss Sandy from Greese." She said proudly with a smile. Her smile faded when she said "But my dad took me out of the music program. He came home one night early while I was singing and he got mad. Still have the flat iron mark on my back. He told me if he ever heard me sing again it'd be worse. So I quit. I haven't sang a single note since then.".

Paris couldn't help but laugh a little. "Your kidding right? No. The guy who played Danny was my best friend growing up. On the kissing scenes we only made it look like we were. Haven't had a boyfriend since I was in 8th grade. I guess I like the bad boys but sweet boys. Ya know? The guys with a sweet side but also a bad side?" She admitted.

Paris smiled slightly and nodded. "Yeah. Know anyone?" She said half joking.

Paris thanked him before walking inside. "One caramel cappachino with a hint of French vanilla please." She said.

Paris looked at him and felt a hint of jealousy rise in her. She didn't understand why when they were just friends. She sighed. "So who's this guy that meets my standards?" She questioned teasingly.

Paris raised an eyebrow before her phone started going off. "Crap. It's my dad. I have to go. I'll meet you. Here. At 3." She said before running out of the coffee shop.

Ooc: I'm gonna skip some stuff and just make it where she never meets him because her father beat her too badly and he goes searching for her and finds her and kidnaps her? Is that okay ?

No .

Paris sat in her room getting ready to meet Marcus. "Where are you going?" Her father asked. "To meet a friend at the coffee shop down the road." She smiled slightly. He asked "a boy?". She nodded slowly. His fist balled up in anger before it connected with her cheek. Her screams filled the room as his fists hit her repeatedly. He walked out of the room and slammed the front door behind him. She tried to stand before she screamed in pain. She laid in her own blood whimpering.