Post by CANDICE ROSE PETERSON on Dec 23, 2010 23:28:22 GMT
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CANDICE ROSE PETERSON ,,
candy. seventeen. fire pixie. heterosexual. barbara meier.
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"I'd like to think that I'm a nice person. I'm not outright mean or anything, but sometimes people just get on my nerves. I'm not a big fan of liars, haters, or rudeness, so sometimes my temper gets a little out of hand when I'm around that sort of person. Also, I guess you could call me selfish. I've been around luxery my whole life, and I was an only child. Because of this, I'm used to having what I want when I want. But I'm not, like, artificial or anything. The opposite, really. I don't lie to people, I don't pretend I'm something I'm not. I really do try to be nice; sometimes... that just doesn't happen.
I like activity. I'm energetic and wild, and I know it. I'm always moving around. Obviously this means I don't like sitting around doing nothing or boring stuff. Sitting still and being quiet is practically torture to me. I'm pretty good at sports and things like that, but books aren't really my thing.
Oh, and I talk a lot. You could probably tell, but whatever. Sometimes I talk too much and don't let other people speak. Sometimes they don't care, but sometimes they do. Those that do usually don't stick around, and there are a few that decided they don't like me. I stay away from them, because I can't trust myself not to hurt them."
I like activity. I'm energetic and wild, and I know it. I'm always moving around. Obviously this means I don't like sitting around doing nothing or boring stuff. Sitting still and being quiet is practically torture to me. I'm pretty good at sports and things like that, but books aren't really my thing.
Oh, and I talk a lot. You could probably tell, but whatever. Sometimes I talk too much and don't let other people speak. Sometimes they don't care, but sometimes they do. Those that do usually don't stick around, and there are a few that decided they don't like me. I stay away from them, because I can't trust myself not to hurt them."
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"I live with my dad. My mom works a lot as a clothing designer, and she's gone a lot. When she is home she usually doesn't stay long, but when she is there she's always sort of distant. Honestly, if my mom were home all of the time I don't think my parents would still be married. I think my dad just kinda puts up with her while she's here. My dad--Charles--adores me. Being his only child--and a girl, at that--he always tried to be helpful and nice and all that jazz. He spoils me, but that's okay. We have a beagle named Sammy, and she's about as energetic as I am."
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"I've lived here all my life, and I love it here. I love all the open spaces and the big sky. I've been to big cities before, and I hated not being able to see the stars. Out here I can see them perfectly, and they amaze me. Even though me and my dad live kind of far away from the actualy town, I like to walk everywhere when it's nice out."
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"so lets have a bit of background on you. whats your history, old friends, loves, schools. anything worth noting?"
"Uhm, I don't really know what to tell you that I haven't already. I went to the same schools as everyone else. I did okay with grades, average. I was in volleyball, tennis, baseball, and cross-country. I also participated in dance and vocal classes. I like to sing when I use my magic, and I like to think that it helps. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't, but I still do it.
I've had a few boyfriends, but none have stuck. I have a lot of friends, guys and girls alike, but I feel sort of... separated from them. I don't really know why, and I sure as hell don't have the patience to sit down and figure it out. Uhm... I guess that's all for now."
"Uhm, I don't really know what to tell you that I haven't already. I went to the same schools as everyone else. I did okay with grades, average. I was in volleyball, tennis, baseball, and cross-country. I also participated in dance and vocal classes. I like to sing when I use my magic, and I like to think that it helps. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't, but I still do it.
I've had a few boyfriends, but none have stuck. I have a lot of friends, guys and girls alike, but I feel sort of... separated from them. I don't really know why, and I sure as hell don't have the patience to sit down and figure it out. Uhm... I guess that's all for now."
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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 a few years now.
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 a few years now.
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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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