Posts by pandacat4729

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    [size=7pt]Hello![/size]



    [align=center][size=15pt]♥ [/size]"Follow meeeee!"[size=15pt] ♥[/size]

    [size=15pt][/size] Lilli [size=15pt] [/size] White [size=15pt] [/size]


    Age:
    Sweet sixteen![size=15pt] ♥[/size]
    Personality:
    "Hmmm. This is new. How would I discribe myself? I'm quite bubbliy and cheerful, if I do say so myself, but I guess I can be pretty annoying sometimes. If you couldn't see by, well... my apperence, I'm quite into the indie style. This "indie" doesn't have any set guidelines, never have, never will. I have the right to choose, so I won't change my personality because all of the "cool" indie girls are doing it. All in all, "indie" is just a word and can mean whatever you make it out to be. Everyone can have their own opinion."


    History:
    "I was born on October 5th 1996, but I can't really remember much of my mother. My mother was 16 when she had me. She was also 16 when she died. I don't really like to think about it, but if I didn't exist, my mother would still be alive. Well, it wasn't her fault she wasn't... developed enough to have children. It was his fault. My father. But I shouldn't talk about him...


    L-lets just say my past wasn't really your definition of "normal". You get told about children who are orphans, mabye you watch movies or read books where the charcters have no parents. And you get sad. You feel sympathy. Because they have no f-family. And then at the end of the story they find a home. Yay. But it was different for me. See, I had someone to go to. But he wasn't... fit enough to look after us. So we were stuck at the orphanage. B-but it wasn't that bad...


    Enough about the past. What was that saying? Live for the present? Sure, anyone can say that."


    Grade:
    10th
    Family:
    "The orphanage is my family.
    Especally Izzy. We're like sisters."

    Best friend:
    "Issabella Robin"[size=15pt] ♥[/size]
    Crush/bf/gf:
    "As if I would tell you!" ^ - ^
    Other:




    [align=center][size=15pt]♪[/size]"Nobody will love you if you don't love yourself"[size=15pt]♫[/size]

    [size=15pt]♪[/size] Issabella [size=15pt]♩[/size] Robin [size=15pt]♫[/size]


    Age:
    "I'm sixteen. I was born 12
    days apart from my BFF Lilli"

    Personality:
    "I'm very much the muscian. Lilli plays the flute, but, not to brag, I play the guitar, viola and eletric piano. I'm always praticing my songs, and if not, I'm listening to music on the tiny radio we have in the orphanage. Unless the little kids want to listen to something. In our little group, I am the leader and big decision maker. I'm not bossy or anything, its just that Lilli can be quite timid at times.Not that I blame her, she's got a pretty rough past."
    History:
    "On October 31st, only two weeks after my birth, my parents were driving me and my brother home from the park. We stopped at an intersection and my brother started kicking mum's seat. She scolded him and turned around, just as the light turned green. We were at the front of the lane, and it was our right to pass, so we drove out into the intersection. Just as a red station wagon ran a red light. It slammed into the drivers side of our car. I lived. My brother lived. My parents didn't. They were driven off to hospital with my brother. I was crying, but the large car seat I was sitting in had protected me from the impact. I was lifted out from the shattered car without a scratch on me. My parents died in St Benidict's hospital and my brother had to get his leg amputated. I was lucky to
    survive, as I was only a few weeks old. Of course I can't remember all of this, but my brother, who was four years old, retold the whole story to me when I was thirteen. We were taken to the orphanage where we were looked after and loved. They realised I loved playing music and norished my talent. I met Lilli at the orphanage, and we've best friends since. And we allways will be."

    Grade:
    10th
    Family:
    "Lilli is so close to me she might as well be my
    sister. I also have an older brother called Matthew."

    Best friend:
    "Lilli White"[size=15pt]♫[/size]
    Crush/bf/gf:
    [color=black]"Wouldn't want to spoil the suprise ^ - ^"

    [color=white]Other:

    Henri flinched slightly at a beam of black light shot through the trees. She motioned to Alex to keep quiet, and slowly backed down the tree. She jumped down softly into the ground, into the shadow so that the man would not see her immidently, but hear her leaving the tree. She rounded the trunk slowly, her eyes locked on the man but not looking at him directly, as that would look intimidating. She kept her whip at her side, her defences up but not in the stance to fight. "I don't want to fight you" she said. Her voice came out smooth and calm, although she was struggling to keep it that way, fighting the dark aura radiating around the clearing.

    Henri glanced up at the tree, and with a swift flick of her hand motioned Alexander to come down from the tree. "He his my brother" she explained, as Alex started a similar decent down the tree. "He is younger and weaker, and I did not want to get him hurt. That's why I asked him to stay hidden." She looked back at the man, and at his deep amber eyes. Immediately she felt faint, as if she had known this man well but forgotten all about him. She senced Alex approach, although she did not look away from the stranger. "Who are you?" she asked curiously. Alex his sword sheathed, noticed a change in his sisters voice and looked at her, puzzled. He looked at the man, wondering the same question.

    Henri, realising that "Crow" had stopped, looked around and sniffed the air. Alex lent towards her. "What's wrong?' he whispered, his voice quiet from staying silent for so long.

    [size=7pt](I was just waiting for you to reveal what the shaking was. I had a hunch it would be Zain, though ^ - ^)[/size]


    Henri collided with Crow and fell onto her back. She sat up and drew in a breath, but wouldn't lower herself to obey this strangers question. She glanced at Crow, then at the stranger, then at Alex, who had extended a hand to her to help her up. She ignored his hand and stood up herself, brushing dust off her black jeans. She didn't look up, but she knew she was now at the presence of two (admittly, handsome) very dangerous-looking men. And neather of them were human. She did not want to risk making the wrong move. She brushed some imaginary dust off her glove and looked over at Alex. Alexander had his eyes fixed on the man with the scarf, as if he was waiting for him to do something.

    OOC: Hay Imagine!


    Dylan winced slightly as the boy next to him shouted. He rolled his eyes and looked over at Hayden, checking for a similar expression. It was something that happened often in class, people shouting at the teachers, though he'd thought by now it would've gotten old. Some students seemed to have as little respect for teachers as they did for eachother.

    OOC: Alpha Wolf, u like Dan, Jack and Finn too? :D
    IC:
    Dylan opened the note under his desk and read it. He smiled. He quickly wrote something back in thick black pen and passed it to Hayden.


    Sure. U wanna t or d me?

    Dylan read the note and to his suprise, he blushed. He quickly tilted his head so his fringe would fall over his face, making sure Hayden wouldn't see his flushed cheeks, and wrote back.


    Uh. . . mabye a little crush on i dunno, the only romance i see at the moment is you finally making your move on Tayla


    And with that he drew a big smiley face and passed the note back.

    Dylan sat in his dorm, reading manga and listening to music. He swept his long black fringe out of his eyes and caught a glimpse of his unfinished homework sitting on the bedside table. He sighed and put the book down, folding the corner to mark his page.