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The 30-Day Song Challenge

Day 08 - A song you liked when you were younger

Girl Power - Cheetah Girls

I had the whole Cheetah Girls movie soundtrack. I played it on my CD player everyday until until the CD player broke.

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Ebony Nicole Washington

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Dᴀᴛᴇ: Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, Tᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ 8ᴛʜ.
Location: Home -- Homeroom
Interacting with: Nathan(@MechonRaptor) and the class.

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

There were chirps. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at the pale-white ceiling. She waited for a moment, expecting an onslaught of annoying noise from her neighbor's family to hit her then and there; The two younger children of the family raised arguments on who uses the bathroom first, and the loud fizz of the kitchen stove as Mrs. Lottie made breakfast. But then, she noticed something strange. She didn't hear anything. Her eyes glanced at the bedroom door, trying to pick out movement through the cracks. There were no shadows. No anything. It was in that moment that she finally realized where and when she was; In her Aunt's small apartment in Arrowsmith, South Dakota. Today was her official first day of high school. She was no longer in Brooklyn, New York. She had not spent the night at her neighbor's house, as she had done countless times before, when she was younger. Her mind was still fuzzy, the last remnants of a wonderful dream being chased away by the realization that she was awake again. It was a nice dream, an old memory from when she was eleven years old and spending time with her mother, but the details were fading fast even as she tried to recall them.

After taking a deep breath and wiping the "sleepies" from her eyes, Ebony sat up in bed and stretched, hitting the off button on her alarm clock. Considering how she'd taken a shower the night before, it didn't take her long to get dressed and fix her hair. She'd decided to go bare faced that day, only smoothing down her eyebrows with gel and applying light brown lip gloss on her lips. She took one last look in her bathroom mirror before heading down the hall towards the kitchen. As usual, her Cousin had left earlier to go to his morning classes, and her Aunt was still at work. The fridge was now full; Ebony had gone grocery shopping right after the carnival. She was surprised, though, when she peeked into the microwave to see a paper plate wrapped in aluminum foil, a sticky note stuck to the top.

We had a potluck at work yesterday, it read, so I made sure to save you some! Good luck on your first day.

It had been signed by her Aunt. Smiling to herself, she lifted the foil to find two fried chicken wings, a scoop of macaroni, and two slices of lemon pound cake. She made a mental note to thank her Aunt when she she got home, and dug in. By the time she'd finished, it was half past six. She'd decided to start walking at six-thirty since school started at seven. It only took her about fifteen minutes to get to school, so she knew that she would have a little extra time to wander the halls, trying to find her way around. On her walk around the school, she saw a few familiar faces, throwing a smile in their direction. As usual, she had her camera hanging around her neck, and snapped a few pictures along the way. Some gave her odd looks, but she ignored them. When she'd finally circled around and made her way back to homeroom, there were still a few minutes to spare. The teacher, Mrs. Wayne, was greeting everyone at the door. After muttering a quick "Hello," Ebony made her way in the classroom. She saw her friend, Poetry, sitting in her seat at the center of the room, so she gave her a small wave before she chose a seat in the very back of the classroom. This made it a little easier to take power naps or just simply doodle without being caught by the teacher. She watched with sleepy eyes as the other students began to pile into the room and take their seats. Then, she watched as the teacher spoke and passed out sheets of construction paper.

Ebony did as instructed, folding one paper in half and writing her name in bold, blocky letters. Using her markers, she outlined the letters in orange and drew a few small stars around the edge of the name tag. "With the other paper I have given you," the teacher said, "I want you to crumple it up, rip it, stomp on it if you want!"

With a raised eyebrow, Ebony ripped her paper into four pieces before crumpling them together and sitting the pile of mess back on her desk. She already knew where the teacher was going with this exercise, so she just nodded and tapped her fingers on the desk as she explained. Moving on to the next "game," Ebony sighed as a boy by the name of Nathan made his way to the front of the classroom. As much as she liked learning things about others, she wasn't too excited about the thought of herself having to speak in front of the entire class. After the boy spoke, Ebony watched as Poetry raised her hand and guessed that the boy's lie was that he was a swimmer. Raising her eyebrow again, Ebony looked the boy up and down. He was only a couple of inches taller than she was, and he was muscular and sturdy looking. She decided that, for that reason, maybe he was a swimmer. She came to the conclusion that his lie was that he wasn't much of a singer, but decided against raising her hand, and instead waiting for someone else to guess.

The 30-Day Song Challenge

Day 07 - A song that is your guilty pleasure

Never Say Never - Justin Bieber ft. Jaden Smith

I don't care what anyone says, this song will always be popping. I listened to this song over and over for weeks straight after the Karate Kid came out. It's a teeny bit embarrassing...

A Gift and a Curse

Kiera Miller

Kiera L. Miller

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|| NAME ||}} Kiera Latoya Miller
|| NICKNAME ||}} Everyone calls her "Toya"

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^{{{ Free-Spirited • Creative • Untrusting • Intelligent • Brutally Honest }}}
|| PERSONALITY ||}} Kiara has always been a carefree girl. She learned to be that way because life is too short to dwell on your mistakes or mishaps. She is someone who isn't weighed down by the troubles of everyday life, and is always herself regardless of the situation and lives life to the fullest. She's not restricted by other people's opinions. Kiera is girl who still smiles when things aren't going too well, taking a positive outlook on life and trying to make the most of it - her spirit isn't damped by little things in life, she's free spirited. She is sometimes overly guarded and secretive. When everyone is talking about more personal subjects she is good at hanging back and not contributing, changing the subject, taking the attention off of herself, or giving vague, evasive answers. She hates talking about herself, but, being the observant person she is, loves to hear about others. She's an overall fun girl to be around, as long as you're someone she finds to be a good person.

|| LIKES AND DISLIKES ||

+ The color orange
+ Sweet Tea
+ Poetry
+ Dancing
+ Old School Rap & Hip-Hop
- Country Music
- Parties
- Ignorance/Racism/Bigotry/Homophobia/etc.
- Ungratefulness

|| HOBBIES ||

• Photography
• Writing Poetry and Stories
• Dancing (Hip-Hop)

|| BACKGROUND ||
Kiera Miller was born on a rainy Thursday morning to Andrea Jones and Tyler Gibson, two young, naive and unprepared eighteen year olds. Andrea had given birth in her college dorm room, keeping the radio volume all the way up so no one could hear her scream. After being previously being pressured to "get rid of" the baby by Tyler, Andrea finally decided that she should give her baby up. She'd arranged a meeting with a seemingly normal African-American couple, at which she'd hand her away. The more mature couple had been pregnant for eight months before losing their baby a few days before. Instead of telling anyone about their dead child, they brought home Kiera instead, eager to show off the new member of their family. The two never told anyone, including Kiera, about what happened. The couple saw Kiera as their "second chance," and told her, as she grew up, that she was a gift from God. They raised her to be an intelligent, humble, and bright young woman.

Kiera grew up in a moderate sized apartment with her Mom, Dad, and pet dog. Money had never been an issue for her family, seeing as how her Dad was a lawyer, and her mom owned her own pastry shop. Life just couldn't get any better. That is, until her parents split up. Kiera was twelve years old when she'd heard her parents arguing late at night, worse than they'd ever had before. They argued for about ten minuted before her Dad packed his things, and left without saying goodbye. She'd never hear from him again, other than a few postcards and letters for her birthday. Later on she would learn that her dad had fell in love with a man, and left town to travel the world with him.

From then on, Kiera and her mother had to work extra hard to keep her shop up and running. Without the extra money coming in from her dad, Kiera and her mother had to work extremely hard to continue making a living for themselves. Kiera had to get a job when she turned fifteen, also helping her mother with the shop from time to time. Despite having to work, Kiera still excelled in school, graduating with a 4.0 GPA, her motivation being that one day she'd become so successful that she'd be able to come back home one day, look her mother in the eye and say, "I can take care of you."

Power

Kierra miller has the following power:

Time DeSync: Kierra can desynchronize her own personal time with that of the rest of the world. The upshot is that if she speeds her time up, she can move “faster” than everyone around her. Desyncing too far can destabilize her atomic structure(and that of objects desynced with her) leading to matter simply dissolving away as molecular bonds break. This will happen from the outside in, so it will present as tearing of clothes at first, and then burns that look like road rash. She can desynchronize ten times faster(or slower) before sacrificing her atomic structure(So, if she’s jogging at a human average of about eight miles per hour, she could stretch that as far as eighty miles safely).

The Catch: Her time is unstable, and without conscious effort it will swing back and forth, making her perception of time completely unreliable. She also still only has her normal biological stamina, and therefore will need to rest and eat “more often” than the rest of us, if her time is sped up.

Eearly Presentation: Subtle, but noticeable fluctuations in the flow of time. Driving in particular will be quite difficult until she has a grasp of her powers.

((Reasoning: Her unstable time makes any rhythm based hobbies difficult, or even impossible.))

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

I'll try and get a post up tonight. I've been out shopping for school clothes all day.

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

There were two pieces of paper given.

One for the name tag and one for the demonstration of what bullying can do.
It's a pretty basic first day of school for teenagers type thing- hahah, cheesy.

@MissCapnCrunch

My 9th grade Spanish teacher literally had us do the exact same thing. I made mine all nice and pretty, and then out of nowhere she told us to crumble it up...

I'll have a post up in the morning.

A Gift and a Curse

Since our PCs were all born within the same time frame, in the same town, and graduated from the same school should we not try to determine how well our characters know one another?

@Wicked Sweet

I think that we should. Especially since they live in a relatively small town, and it is the smallest graduating class. They'd at least know of each other.

The 30-Day Song Challenge

Day 06 - A song you can always relate to

Good Enough - Jussie Smollett

This song basically describes the relationship between my father and me.

Lunox Island (Can Love Survive?)

WHITNEY DIAZ

@arockysmith@HylianRose

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"Not liking the cocktail?" A man asked as he tilted his head. Whitney hadn't even noticed the guy slide into the bar stool next to hers; one minute he wasn't there and the next, he was. He leaned on the bar with his elbow, and sent her a smile. Raising her eyebrow, Whitney looked him up and down. He had dreads, which had been tied back with a hair tie. He was also wearing a tan V-neck shirt with khaki shorts, making him look like a hippie. Overall, he was a good-looking guy. He also seemed like he had a pretty decent personality, which made her wonder why someone like him would be on a show like this. Hell, there were a lot of good-looking people on the island.

"I don't drink very often," she said with a small smile as the man reached for the cocktail. She was about to ask for his name, when another man entered the picture, standing on the other side of her. Like Whitney had done a few moments before, the new guy attempted to get the attention bartender. When the bartender didn't answer him, he scooted a bit closer and raised his voice. "Excuse me. Yeah, you over there! We've been waiting. I'll take a water," he said, his tone light and friendly. He then gestured towards Whitney, so that she could order a drink as well. She stared at him for a few seconds before turning her head back towards the bartender.

"I'll have water, too." She smirked as she watched the bartender fill two glasses with water and sit them on the counter in front of them. It was then that she saw that her previous drink, the cocktail, had been taken by the man with the dreads. Chuckling and shaking her head, Whitney looked back at the man who'd ordered a water while taking a sip of her own. "Not much of a drinker?"

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A Gift and a Curse

Alright, cool. So I can go ahead and move her over to the Characters tab?