Skills: can see things. To explain, she has visions about the future, then draws them in her journal. Only her sister knows about it.
Weaknesses: the sight of the moon at night, the howl of the wolf, the sight of a butterfly flying near her, the sight of a sunrise and sunset.
Likes:her sister Kendall, animals, horses, her pet cat, wolves, and drawing.
Dislikes: she doesn't like it when people bother her when she's depressed and down. Everyone can tell, because her eyes turn grey.
Personality:loves her sister Kendall, has a very out-there personality and loves to be around other people. She might act happy, but inside, she is filled with sorrow. She wishes she could have said goodbye to her parents, but she doesn't let that interfere with her love life!
History:her mother was killed, her father disappeared, her sister, Kendall, is with her, and she has had so many let downs, she's not sure what to feel.
Other:has a talent for calming animals, has a pet banana snake
Up for love: yes!
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Hakuna Matata <3 RIP to all my friends who didn’t make it.
I yawned and rubbed my eyes fearsly, checking the small digital clock on my nightstand. It was just barely after 3am. Who the heck was knocking on the door at this hour? I blinked repeatedly and flung my legs over the side of my bed, making my way over to my open door.
My mother was in the kitched talking with a woman in a blue coat. "But you can't just take him away from us!" my mother cried, hardly whispering. Was she crying? Something was definately wrong.
I strode up to them and put a hand on my mother's shoulder. The woman eyed me. "What's wrong mom?" I asked in a whisper.
"They want to take you away from me! They said that you were chosen." She spit the last word out like it was a worm she had found in a an apple.
I glared at the woman, who smiled. It didn't touch her eyes, it was cold; almost evil. "You have been chosen since birth and now your time has come. You have ten minutes to pack before we leave. We will use force if necessary to get you away. Pets are allowed." She sounded almost robotic.
I frowned, but obeyed and walked back into my room, trying not to think too much about what was happening. I shut my door firmly and flipped on the lightswitch. I decided that I needed a shirt. And some decent pants...pajamas probably wouldn't cut it. I pulled out a large bag from my closet and started rummaging through my clothes, throwing in a stray pair of socks and underwear, pants and shirts. The necessities.
I turned around and grabbed my flute and guitar along with the sheet music, a ton of pens and stacks worth of papers. I threw a few books into the mix and ruffled my falcon's feathers. "Come on buddy, we're going on a little trip," I whispered. His eyes opened and he hopped onto my shoulder. I quickly grabbed my hawk-gloves.
~*~*~*
The lady walked behind me, shoving a gun into my back. I had ended up putting up a resistance despite my better judgement. Not such a good idea by the looks of things. I was forced into a helicopter, one of many there.
Faces stared at me, dazed and frightened. I nodded and sat down. There were about five of us. The barrel of the gun was finally taken off of my back. "Good. Now, let's all be good on the trip. Socialize amoungst yourselves, you'll need allies." With that the woman left, leaving the helicopter in darkness.
I heard a knock at the door. It was extremly early in the morning... what could the villagers want now! I opened the door a man in a blue uniform was staning there. "Um... hello. Do you need something?" I figured he was new to the village and was told i was the village slave... well that's what i called myself. He held out his hand, i took it carfully and shook. I hate men.
"You have been chosen, ever since birth and now your time has come little lady. You have ten minutes to pack before we leave. I hope we won't have to use force to get you come." What? I couldn't just leave! I have chores and 'favors' to do! "I'm sorry, you have the wrong person. I couldn't possibly go." He grabbed my arm. I hissed in pain. I had been burnt by one of my boyfriends there, just the other day. "I told you I would use force. Now go pack." I nodded my head fighting back tears.
I quickly grabbed a duffle bag and shoved some clothes in it. Then grabbed a pot, pan and cooking utensils. My prized possesions... i had a feeling i would need them. I grabbed my best cook book as well. I ran back to the door. "I don't want to go." He sighed. "That's too bad ain't it." I scowled at him ready to close the door. "Ain't, isn't a word." I tried to slam the door but he grabbed it. He pulled my arm behind my back, restraining me. I screamed and kicked, but he was stronger then me. He put a damp rag over my nose and mouth, it had a smell to it. I quickly blacked out.
"Even in the end --even in death-- I can't hate you." - Neri Hereford's last words.
"The Gods demand blood, for they... do not bleed." Jaska.
Saphire I sat up hearing a knock at the door. I glanced at my digital clock and saw it was 3 am. I shrugged and opened the door. There was a woman standing there in a blue uniform. "Hello may I help you?" I asked politely. "You have been chosen, ever since birth and now your time has come . You have ten minutes to pack before we leave. I hope we won't have to use force to get you come." She said in an almost robotic voice. "Are you insane?" I asked in disbelief. "Get packed." She said coldly pulling out a gun. I desperately judged my chances but then she cocked it and I decided to fake it until I could run. I grabbed a duffle bag and shoved clothes not really paying attention. I grabbed my flute and guitar, sketchpad and pencils, and journal. I walked out of my house and noticed the woman was nowhere to be seen. I grinned in relief turned around and there she was. I gulped and turned and started to walk. We reached a helicopter and she pushed me in viciously. I landed on my hands and knees scraping them. I sat down with my back against the wall and only then noticed there were like 5 other people. I smiled weakly and waved.
"You are without a doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of."
Sorry this is a bit long guys, my first posts always are...
Oliver
I shut my eyes and ignored the world around me. My mum and Jackson were fighting; again. I was trying - and failing - to make sure that Jamie couldn't hear them. That was one of the hardest things to do, it really was. Speaking loudly to Jamie, I tried to drown out the noise of our mother and his father screaming at each other. Although, Jackson was doing most of the screaming, like always.
"Is daddy angry at mummy again?" Jamie's gentle voice asked as his eyes looked up at me innocently.
"Kind of," That was the understatement of the decade.
As I lied on Jamie's bed with him, his head still rested on my chest, the bedroom door suddenly burst open. Seconds later, my mum came in followed by Jamie's father, Jackson. As my mum tried to push him back out of the room, Jackson stormed over to where Jamie and I were lying.
"You're coming with me!" Jackson spat, making a grab for Jamie's arm.
Before he had the chance to reach my little brother's arm, I pushed him away. I then jumped off the bed and stood in front of the excuse of a man. When he realised what I'd done, his eyes were burning with nothing but hatred and anger.
"Ollie! Don't!" My mother's voice was shaken.
"Who the hell do you think you are, kid?" Jackson spat in my face as he grabbed my arm.
"Piss off," I muttered, trying to release myself from his grip.
Grunting loudly, Jackson pulled his arm back and clenched his fist. I could hear my mum shouting at him to stop, but he didn't give a crap. As he was about to bring his fist forward, the doorbell rang and echoed around the house. Talk about saved by the bell...
Releasing me from his tight grip, Jackson left the room and ran down the stairs. I eventually did the same, followed by my mum and Jamie. The doorbell rang again and Jackson shouted for whoever was on the other side of the door to shut up. As Jackson opened the door, he cursed under his breath.
Moments later, a woman was standing in my doorway with an unnerving smile upon her face. She looked at me and began speaking. Apparently, I had to leave... I couldn't leave! I couldn't leave mum and Jamie with a complete bastard. No way.
"You have been chosen since birth and now your time has come. You have ten minutes to pack before we leave. We will use force if necessary to get you away. Pets are allowed." The woman said. It was as though she'd said the same thing to a load of other people.
Pfft. In her dreams. No way was I leaving my family here unprotected.
my dreaming was interrupted by the loud, high pitched beeping of my alarm clock, that sounded as though it was frantic. I sat up Instantly,and alert."What the hell?" i asked myself. I rubbed my eyes only to see the fogginess become the figure of a man in a dark uniform. With the alarm still screeching, i screamed. The man turned off the alarm as i stood up,ready to pounce.
His voice calm "pack only whats necessary, you have 10 minuets." "But w-" he cut me off "No questions, 9 minuets."
I got my bag and went to my closet. While i was grabbing random clothes and shoving them in, i noticed he was watching my every move.
"Creep" i mumbled.
i don't know why but something told me i should trust him.I grabbed my songs,drawing book,journal,guitar and just anything else i know i couldn't live without.
The man grabbed my arm and basically carried me forcefully outside, struggling was no use.
Dimitri Skylar-King Svendsen I...I was totally speechless. There was a man standing in my doorway rambling on about how I was a "Chosen One". He must have noticed that I was not paying attention, because he shoved me hard in the back, with the butt of a gun no less! I was astonished. I was told ten minutes was all the time I was able to have, before they use physical force. I sulked up to my room.
I groaned loudly while I walked up the stairs, to show my dissatisfaction. Upon reaching the top of the landing I was confronted by Pinko, my pink colored tarantula. I picked him up and walked into my room, slamming the door as hard as I possible could. I didn't have to worry about waking anyone up, because I had moved out of my parents house about five months ago. I quickly gathered my things, due to the fact that I didn't want to start a fight. It had been about eight minutes total, so I took a last look at my room, and ran down the stairs. The pain was almost unbearable. I walked off into the dark early morning, with a man I knew nothing about. I was taken to what looked like a helicopter pad, the only one on the island, but I was not completely sure of my surroundings. I was shoved into the helicopter, scraping my ankle in the process. The man spoke loud and clear, "Get comfortable, there will be a long wait for the others to show".
~Kendall~ I woke up dizzy and partially paralyzed, slowly, my eyes flicked open and i looked around. I was in a helicopter, right by the door.My body managed to move only enough to see out the window My heart pounded as the paralyzes was wearing off.
"oh gees, oh gees, oh gees!!"
Then i noticed we were still on the ground,maybe i could make a run for it! i thought, but i still couldn't move my legs,no use.
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You'd be astonished at the intimate stories, hidden struggles, and heartfelt dreams that people are willing to reveal if only they find someone who'll truly listen. — Arcticus
