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Triple H

Chupatoasta · 2009-04-21T21:37:05Z

Danielle Paige Tashik - the freak of freaks at Hunter Hills High or Triple H. She's not new, but not well known either. Although she is an freak she's got the best grades out of the senior class. However, she's got a police record longer than someone's arm. She's always in trouble for some reason. Only human immune to werewolf and vampire bites, unless she renonounces her powers to not be immune. She can kind of read others mind and she's phsycic. However, she can only read human minds (Dani or Tash) Chandler Ryans and Landon Castro - the two most popular guys at the school. They've been best friends since kindergarten. They've got the money and they're not afraid to flaunt it. They both are on the football team and are both are man whores. The only thing that seperates them are the fact that Chandler is a vampire and Landon is a werewolf. http://i367.photobucket.com/albums/oo118/Chupatoasta/l_6d8a76ee8b63ded522ec226d1ce0b426.jpg - Danielle http://i367.photobucket.com/albums/oo118/Chupatoasta/EmmettKellanLutz.jpg - Landon http://i367.photobucket.com/albums/oo118/Chupatoasta/l-2.jpg - Chandler ~~ Okay TN! I'm going to start now!! :D ~~ Danielle Paige rubbed her bruised wrists while she skated towards her school on a set of inlines. She would have been on her skateboard, but her parents took it away. A cop car was following close behind her, lights going. They were just there to make sure she didn't skip school again. The circular bruises really bothered her. She'd got them from her handcuffs that her parol officer had drug her around by oh so kindly. Tightening her grip on her bag Danielle smirked back at the cop car behind her, taking off as fast as she could down the inclined sidewalk she was on. She managed to skate around the kids that were walking to school, the cop car screaming after her. She jumped into the road, smiling wildly as she glanced back at the cop. It was only when the sound of screeching tires echoed around her that she looked back in front of her. Too late. She slammed into the back of a black limo, rolling over the roof and down the hood. The driver was out in a matter of seconds, and two cops were on either side of Danielle, a grip on both her arms while they handcuffed her and lifted her from the ground. "Okay, okay! Put me down! Jesus!" She kicked her legs wildly, trying to get away. The cop to her left wrapped one hands around both of her hands, the other on her head. "Apologize to the driver Dani," the second cop commanded. Danielle glared at the cop, spitting on his shoe. Ah, the joys of police officers. Angered at her actions, the cop the held her shoved her towards the cop car, passing the full length of the limo. She noticed two of the football players in the back seat. Jeez, what were their names? Danielle stuck her pierced tongue out at them boredly before twisting out of the cops grip and taking off again. Yes, she did this all the time. Every day, just without the running into backs of limos.