Posts by YouAndYourLies

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]I threw down my book and climbed out my window, jumping to the grass below. Boredom filled me, and I took my sword, and began to practice a form I'd remembered for a long time. Some people had called it the Dance of the Dragons or something like that, I just like to do it. It's a good way to practice footwork on both feet, and so I did, slicing the air, and pivoting my foot while humming along to the music that was playing loudly in my earbuds, the moonlight shining down on my blade and myself. It illuminated the field in a dim glow of white light, and I enjoyed it, finally deciding to just watch the stars. As my eyes adjusted, I stared at the stars for a long time, thoughts going through my head of the different constellations and the myths behind them.[/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]I began to attack a nearby tree, smacking it with my sword's flat. I heard a growl behind me and turned around, finding a mutt. I stood there for a moment, my sword pointed at him, before lowering it and sinking to a crouch. I held out my hand, and he slowly walked over, until he sniffed my hand and licked it. I stroked him gingerly across the head, laying against the tree with the old guy. That's why I loved dogs. No matter how much crime you did, how much people hated you, they loved you for who you were and would go across the world for you, even after you died. They were someone you could count on. I fished around in my backpack until I produced a water bottle. I threw it across the field, and the dog trotted after it. I laughed and ran after him, him starting to run. We were head to head, and I dove for it, but he grabbed it before me. I grinned and he licked my face. This was a perfect world at night, my friends, a night sky to wonder about, a cool breeze, and moonlight. It was a tranquility that I wanted every day for the rest of my life.[/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]((You could really become a writer! I used to aspire to be one, but it kind of died down since I would have new ideas and get bored with one really fast or something. I actually had an idea I thought would be really good, I just can't write well enough. I'd love to share it with you if you'd like maybe you'd have a better chance at making it big than me))

Caroline snorted. "If you recall correctly, I won five times last time." She said proudly, unaware that it was in fact Seraphine who had won, and not her. "Kids and drugs...hope this isn't some new form of weed." She croaked with laughter, slowly hobbling towards bingo. "Wonder what gave them the idea that would work. Maybe they thought they were that Bill Jobs whatstamiaddidee who made that company Pear or something or other. Baloney, I say." She said, shaking her head. A few young volunteers walked up to them. "Do you need help, ma'am?" One asked, offering a bright smile. Caroline snorted. "Do I need help?" She repeated, preparing to respond with something bold, and went into a bit of a daze. Did she? She needed help getting out of bed every morning, and had to sometimes be brought to the infirmary for a drip and bloodworks. She needed help washing herself up and sometimes going to the bathroom. She needed help to stand up sometimes as well. She blinked, returning to reality. "No...I'm fine, thank you." She said meekly with a smile. He nodded and continued on his way, asking the same question to another group. "Sera, do we need help?" She questioned frailely, looking down at herself. "Look at us. We're in a retirement home, lumped in with them." Caroline nodded, gesturing to the man rushed down to the ER on a stretcher. "This isn't a retirement home, Sera. This is a place where they keep the trash until it's time to be taken out." The elder said bitterly, her bony fingers in a semi closed fist, her voice quivering. [/justify][align=center][hr]

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]Name: Flare Ashenheart
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Animal: Fox
Crush: N/A

Before you close please :([/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]I walked into the camp, glancing around with my backpack hoisted over my shoulders. Already, other campers were beginning to arrive. My face stone, I walked towards a tree and leaned against it. I wore jeans and a KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON shirt, and my red hair was back in a pony tail. Blue irises scanned the circumference of the camp, noting possible escape points and other people, such as the boy and girl who appeared to be siblings. They, or a tleast the boy, held themselves in a confident manner, and I assumed they were either powerful, influential, or wealthy, possibly even all three.[/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]Walking through the halls, I noticed the two werewolves staring at each other. What was it with werewolves and STARING? First twilight, now this...shaking my head at them, I walked outside, to where the art class was doing a scenery drawing. I began to sketch out mine, pulling up some grass in deep thought. That one guy had two girls after him. Nice, for popular people terms. I sketched out the blades of grass, and focused on the sky, wrinkling my nose in thought.[/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]Flare: I heard a GAH, and my head tilted to the left enough to see what was going on. Two more siblings arrived in the camp, and I relaxed. I took out my sketchbook and flipped to an clear page, doodling whatever came to mind. First sponge bob with a sword, then Patrick with a graduation hat...not weird at all.[/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]The dog started barking and running, stopping and looking back at me. I stood up and followed, and went inside the campus, roughly shoving past a few people. Something was wrong. I started at a walk, then at jogging, then at a full out sprint after the dog. What was it? What was wrong?? I followed the dog to a door. Curiosity getting the better of me, I quietly opened the door. I first heard squeals and barks. What was this?[/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]I glanced up at him, studying his figure for a moment before tilting the sketchbook to face him. "Everything here." I answered, gesturing to what was in front of me. I had attempted to capture everyone, from the Tigris family to the bubbly brother and sister. It looked a bit rough, but hey, I thought it was okay at least. "What can you morph into?" I inquired after a moment of silence, straining to not leave us in an awkward silence.[/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]((Edited, sorry.))[/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]"Sure." I said with a small smile, scooting over. "I can as well, but it's a little random, not exactly of free will. What about you?"[/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white] I approached the school, carrying my books. "So this is the place, huh..." I muttered, giving it a once over. Normal looking, on the outside. On the inside, though, was a different story. Bodies had been found about a mile away from this school, a careless murder, with holes in the neck, and the DNA led back to this school. I suspected that someone had killed them by stabbing something into their neck. What it was, I wasn't sure.

I'm Sarah. I'm in the top 1% of all human beings. I'm a certified genius, and have a masters degree in criminal investigations, physics, and countless other subjects. I skipped from middle school straight to college. Another thing?

I'm only 16.

I was assigned to investigate the recent disappearences of individuals inside of here, and to find out who has been doing them, and bring them to justice. I was chosen because I'm the youngest FBI agent on the team. I plan on bring them down, because I have never failed a mission before.

Never.

I walked inside, only glancing at my schedule before heading in the general direction of my class, scanning faces and counting them off on my list of 1247 names, mentally categorizing them into school levels and their suspiciousness. Maybe I should make some friends, they could provide valuable information. As I passed a classroom, I slowed down, and stopped beside the door, taking out my schedule, while listening in.

..."...don't smell anything unusual." Said one voice. Interesting. I had gotten a look at their faces without eye contact, so I knew who they were. What they were doing was another question in itself.[/justify][align=center][hr]

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I decided that befriending them would be to my advantage. As the saying goes, keep your friends close, but enemies closer. "My name is Sarah." I said, offering a small smile. "What about yourselves?" I stood in the doorway, in case I had, by some margin of a chance, stumbled upon my quarry, and I needed a quick get away, my schedule still at hand.[/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]"Your friends here greeted me, and I was exchanging formalities as well." I stated, maintaining steady eye contact with him. What a rude person.[/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]I heard snippets of another conversation, and looking to my right, spotted the Tigris family conversing with another pair of unknown individuals. So this wasn't the only year the camp had been around...I had only discovered my shifting abilities the year prior to this in the winter, so this was my first time attending this summer camp. I unconsciously chewed in my pencil, lost in thought as I stared at nothing in particular.[/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]I met his gaze steadily and shook his hand. "I need help with finding my classes." I said, tapping the schedule in my hand that I had kept out before our meeting. "I don't know where any of these are." Of course, I'd memorized the school map, fire alarms, fire extuinguishers, windows, and emergency escapes. [/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]"Where would that be located?" I inquired, ignoring the girl who brushed past me, but noting her reaction. It appeared my presence was slightly unsettling. Interesting. I checked the time, calculating a good 5.432 minutes until class, and about an hour until the school day ended, due to my arriving late. [/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]I looked up at the people climbing the tree. "Err, are you sure that's a good idea...?" I questioned hesitantly, gesturing to the distance between them and the ground. "Gravity has quite an impact when combined with 11.3 feet distance between your skull and the ground..." [/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]I nodded, picking up mine and following him as well. The hallways were croweded, and I visibly shivered. I should have been used to this now, had I not been pulled out of school and privately taught to work for the FBI. I watched the normal people file around the hallways, talking and laughing with their friends. A pang of unease filled me, a feeling I couldn't identify. Remorse? Regret? Envy of their carefree lives? Shaking off this feeling, I walked after him. "What social circles do yourself and your friends share?" I inquired, not caring how direct I really was. He didn't appear to like me much, anyways, so I assumed such a question would not bother him.[/justify][align=center][hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -25px;][size=40pt]C[color=#f6bc83]o[color=#eeee88]l[color=#c3f490]o[color=#97f997]r[color=#9af8f8]s[color=#9a9afb].[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; background:url(); width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][color=white]I nodded. "Shifting is...well...different." I forced out, not sure how else to describe totally switching bodies and muscles.[/justify][align=center][hr]