Post by BENJAMIN MARKUS CARD on Dec 20, 2010 0:52:07 GMT
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BENJAMIN MARKUS CARD ,,
ben. 18. genie. straight. william mosely.
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"I'm a pretty laid back guy. I don't like trouble, but I'm not afraid to stand up for myself. I'm honest--some people call me sweet--and I expect other people to be honest as well. Things like drugs, lies, fighting, and anger aren't really my thing. I prefer to stay out of stuff like that. You'll probably see me reading a book or doing something with music instead of talking to others. I'm not shy, exactly, but I'm not great with conversations or meeting new people. I like it when people are honest with me, don't try to hide things, and don't pry. Being slightly nosy, I like being in other people's business but I don't want them in mine. I'm good at playing the piano and guitar, making people feel better, and cooking. One of those hands-on guys, you know? Physical activities aren't my strongest point, but I like running. Not all the time, but when I'm in the mood to run, I want to run. I'm a great listener, but a great talker as well. I mentioned before that I'm not great with conversations, but if I can manage to be a part of an interesting one, I can manage. Being a genie, I give to people a lot. I don't like it when people get greedy, though. I give most to those who deserve to recieve. Some kind of karma thing, I guess.
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"I live with my mom and dad--Johanna and Drake Card--along with my two younger siblings. I have one younger brother and a little sister--Carrie and Josh. Lucky, our chocolate lab, stays with us as well. We aren't really close to any of our other family members, and none of them live close enough to visit, anyway.
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"My family has lived in Cherry Tree Lane for about eight years. We live in a large Victorian-style house on the edge of the forest. All of us like the dark and quiet that comes from the trees. I love it here, although my mother and little sister sometimes complain that the town is too small. The rest of us like it better this way. Smaller town, less people. Things are just nicer than they would be if we lived in a big city.
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"Like I mentioned above, I've lived here for eight years. That means I've been through middle school, junior high, and high school with all of the local kids. Being a senior, my studies are a little tougher, but I manage to actually have a lot of free time. My grades are all good and I have plenty of time to read and everything. Nothing really exciting has happened in my past worth mentioning. I've lead a normal life, going through the same things the others did. You have friends, but they grow up and change. Through the years, though, there's always been one person that always stayed with me, and that's Ashley. Ashley Barker. She's been my best friend since sixth grade, and we spend quite a bit of time together. We've never dated or anyting like that; I love her like a sister, and she loves me like a brother. We've been through our ups and downs, but altogether we are just people. Waiting to get out of school so we can go out into the world.
Speaking of out into the world--I work at the library making minimum wage. Not much, but it gives me some money to spend. I suppose that was worth mentioning. Uh, I've had a few girlfriends, but currently I'm single. I don't really want a relationship just to be in a relationship, I want something that will last. Kind of hard to find somebody like that, you know? Well, I guess that's all."
Speaking of out into the world--I work at the library making minimum wage. Not much, but it gives me some money to spend. I suppose that was worth mentioning. Uh, I've had a few girlfriends, but currently I'm single. I don't really want a relationship just to be in a relationship, I want something that will last. Kind of hard to find somebody like that, you know? Well, I guess that's all."
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so hey! i'm STACEY! and there is no doubt about it,
i'm a girl. i've been rocking in this world for sixteen years.
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for about three years.
i'm a girl. i've been rocking in this world for sixteen years.
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for about three years.
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"You are not of our mind and you were not invited, so who are you?”
Rhyme`s words seemed to echo around her head, and the voice it came from really didn`t sound like him at all. She realized that she was shaking ever so slightly, and her breath was loud in her ears. She closed her eyes and shook her head, taking a few backward steps towards Rhyme and away from the cloud where she knew Jonathan was hiding. A fear was flooding through her, which was unlike her. She was always the strong and outgoing one, she never cowered at the thought of a fight, she embraced it. But for some reason Jonathan brough back a buried, instinctual fear. One that screamed enemy.
Stacey clenched her free hand, opening her eyes. Her irises were flooded black-- her emotions wouldn`t be for all to see if they were just black. The cloud had become even thicker, way beyond being able to see through it. There was just a shadowy figure shaped like a man, and only Stacey knew what he was capable of.
"It`s Jonathan." She said quietly, answering Rhyme`s question, "It`s my uncle." Her voice was flat, no emotion, even though she was scared. It was actually an odd feeling. Feeling fear was just something Stacey didn`t have. She hadn`t even really felt it before; everything she was scared of had ended up in worse shape. Before Stacey even finished speaking, another voice rang out.
"Stacey, Stacey, dear, you mustn`t answer questions that aren`t directed towards you. It is most unbecoming." That is when the man finally showed himself. He stepped out of the dense mist, running his fingers through his dark blond hair. His green eyes were sparkling with mischief. "And dearest Rhyme," Jonathan`s voice was thick with a girl-like tone that was obviously making fun of his niece, "you should know better than to think you can push me out of this little space. And really, I am of Stacey`s mind. I am here because she let me be. If she would have kept her simple shields up, she would have been just fine." He grinned rather evilly, tilting his head to the side.
Stacey shook her head, again opening her mind to Rhyme`s power. She knew that she probably should have just closed her mind, but she didn`t. In fact, all of her shields were down except for her very basic ones. But she was smart enough not to take those vital things down. Her hands tingled as energy flooded into her body and she couldn`t help but return Jonathan`s smirk. Filled with a borrowed energy, her feeling of fear left her. Music started and what sounded like clapping sounded. Ribbons of light surrounded the clearing again. They were lime green, pink, and white, their light filling the space with a sort of kaleidoscope effect. She smiled and waved her hand. The music got a little louder, and she started to sing.
Rhyme`s words seemed to echo around her head, and the voice it came from really didn`t sound like him at all. She realized that she was shaking ever so slightly, and her breath was loud in her ears. She closed her eyes and shook her head, taking a few backward steps towards Rhyme and away from the cloud where she knew Jonathan was hiding. A fear was flooding through her, which was unlike her. She was always the strong and outgoing one, she never cowered at the thought of a fight, she embraced it. But for some reason Jonathan brough back a buried, instinctual fear. One that screamed enemy.
Stacey clenched her free hand, opening her eyes. Her irises were flooded black-- her emotions wouldn`t be for all to see if they were just black. The cloud had become even thicker, way beyond being able to see through it. There was just a shadowy figure shaped like a man, and only Stacey knew what he was capable of.
"It`s Jonathan." She said quietly, answering Rhyme`s question, "It`s my uncle." Her voice was flat, no emotion, even though she was scared. It was actually an odd feeling. Feeling fear was just something Stacey didn`t have. She hadn`t even really felt it before; everything she was scared of had ended up in worse shape. Before Stacey even finished speaking, another voice rang out.
"Stacey, Stacey, dear, you mustn`t answer questions that aren`t directed towards you. It is most unbecoming." That is when the man finally showed himself. He stepped out of the dense mist, running his fingers through his dark blond hair. His green eyes were sparkling with mischief. "And dearest Rhyme," Jonathan`s voice was thick with a girl-like tone that was obviously making fun of his niece, "you should know better than to think you can push me out of this little space. And really, I am of Stacey`s mind. I am here because she let me be. If she would have kept her simple shields up, she would have been just fine." He grinned rather evilly, tilting his head to the side.
Stacey shook her head, again opening her mind to Rhyme`s power. She knew that she probably should have just closed her mind, but she didn`t. In fact, all of her shields were down except for her very basic ones. But she was smart enough not to take those vital things down. Her hands tingled as energy flooded into her body and she couldn`t help but return Jonathan`s smirk. Filled with a borrowed energy, her feeling of fear left her. Music started and what sounded like clapping sounded. Ribbons of light surrounded the clearing again. They were lime green, pink, and white, their light filling the space with a sort of kaleidoscope effect. She smiled and waved her hand. The music got a little louder, and she started to sing.
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