Post by lyric on Oct 26, 2011 23:04:32 GMT -5
Lyric Desirée Carter
[/color][/b][/font]"You know tonight I'm feeling a little out of control. Is this me? You wanna get crazy cause I don't give a..."
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NICK NAMES[/color] Des, Leer, Carter
AGE[/color] age written out, date of birth
GENDER[/color] Female
SEXUALITY[/color] Heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP[/color] Vampire
CANON[/color] No
PLAY-BY[/color] Christina Aguilera
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OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
[/color][/center]INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
[/color][/center]EXPRIENCE[/color] 7 years
CONTACT[/color] PM
CODE FROM THE RULES[/color] -admin edit-
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color] Taken from a different site if that is alright.
Heat. It was bright. Too bright for her eyes. A bird screamed and flapped it wings. The fire swirled around her. Darkness. Nothing but darkness surrounding her. Something soft falling on her body. Was it snow? Fluttering before her eyes. Falling to the ground like fallen angels. No it wasn't snow. Ash. It was ash. Ash from a fire. But what fire? Where was she? The ash kept falling. Burying her. Deeper and deeper. She couldn't breath. Pain in her stomach. Three thin scars. Bleeding once again. Tears smudge the ash on her face. Black smudges. She tries to scream but the ash fills her throat.
Jean awakes in a sudden burst of breath. Sweat covers her body as she shakes and pushes the covers away. It was just a dream. Only a dream. She keeps repeating it over and over again as she tries to calm her shaken mind. She looks over and sees the lamp and several books on the floor. Her powers must have been reacting with her dream. No not a dream, a nightmare. She turns and walks to pick up the lamp. This was the third night she had this nightmare and she had no idea what it all meant. She needed sleep but she didn't want to see the images again. Her stomach burned slightly. Her fingers absentmindedly ran across the three smooth scars on her stomach. That was where Logan had stabbed her. She had died. But now she was here. How? She didn't know.
Jean ran her fingers through her hair and walked towards the door. Maybe the medic lab had some sleeping pills she could take. She hadn't been down there in quite some time now. She remembered spending hours there. She remembered the first night Logan had arrived. How he had shoved her away. He had been scared. But soon he had become apart of the family. She had grown feelings for him despite everything. Jean had not seen him since she had come back.
The long hallway in the basement was empty and her barefeet hardly made a sound as she walked along towards the lab. Her tank top and shorts she had been sleeping in hugged her body. She wasn't expecting to meet anyone so she had not changed. Her mind was on the dream she had been having as she pushed open the door to the medic lab. She looked up and stopped in her tracks. There he was. Logan. Had anyone told him that she was back? He looked just as handsome as the first day she had met him. But right now he seemed upset. She suddenly thought of the scars he had left on her body. She tried to pull the short shirt down farther to cover them but it refused to go. She looked at him. He didn't know she was here. He was lost in his thoughts.
"Logan?"
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CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!