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8 yrs ago
Current "Doing your best" does not mean working yourself to the point of a mental breakdown. Its no longer your best at that point.
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9 yrs ago
The word homeowner has the word "meow" in it. Good luck pronouncing it correctly ever again. You're welcome ^.^
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9 yrs ago
When everything seems wrong...something goes right, and it changes darkness into light, and makes the shadows a little less daunting.
10 yrs ago
People cry, not because they are weak. It's because they've been strong for too long
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11 yrs ago
the bad thing about being bullied is that every time it happens it steals a little piece of who you are if it happens enough little by little you become a little less of who you were meant to be.

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Sasha gripped the strollers handles tightly, finding herself terrified. She hadn't even been afraid staying in front of the walkers what seemed like a lifetime ago. Then, she'd had nothing to lose. Now...now she had Matt and Grace, babies on the way, people she cared about. She didn't know if she could cope, losing anyone. She constantly checked on Grace, making sure the girl was alright, the pack she had insisted on taking, filled with medical supplies she wasn't intending on losing, was drapped over the strollers handles. She constantly looked about them, wishing they could have had just a little bit more time in the school, but knowing that that wasn't going to do her any good.

A bullet shooting through the air caused her to just about jump out of her skin. Three more in quick succession followed, and suddenly groups of walkers poured out of four houses. Sasha gave a cry, reaching for her gun, even as she stood in front of Grace, shaking slightly, her gaze whipped around, landing on a retreating figure, ducking as they moved out of sight on the roof of a house opposite the four just shot at.

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Callie Lenson




Age:
25

Height:
5"10

Weight:
108 pounds

Personality:

Callie always has an immediately impact on her surrounds. She is cheerful, laughs a lot and entertains with a blunt and earthy humer. She enjoys being the center of attention, however she is incrediably compassionate to her friends. She generally keeps her conversations energetic, showing a good dose of intelligence, enjoying both talking about something and then just going out and doing it. She often leaps before she looks, fixing up any mistakes she comes across as she goes along, rather then merely sitting idly, preparing continugencies and escape closes as she goes along.

Callie tends to make a habit out of risky behaviour, living in the moment and then diving into action. The best way to describe her would be the eye of a storm. She enjoys drama, is full of passion and pleasure, not for emotional thrills but to stimulate her mind, to rapid-fire rational decisions when required.

She thinks it makes more sense to follow her own moral compass, then what is considered normal. Rules were made to be broken, ofter all.

She has a unique skill in noticing small changes, whether it is a shift in facial expression, a new clothing style or a broken habit, she tends to pick up on hidden thoughts and motives were annyone else would be lucky to pick up anything specific at all. This leads to a series of questions to try and figure out why.

History:
Callie was born to parents who were themselves witches. She was raised in the life, but at their untilmely death, Callie found herself lost, confused and a little wild. She ended up homeless, and has since wandered the streets, earning what money she can, and trying to get her life back together.

Species:
Witch: A person who can cast spells and make magical potions. Normally witches are part of a coven and are ruled over by a head witch or a regent. The more witches that are involved in casting a spell the more powerful it will be.

A 1x1 between Kyrisse and myself, revolving around our Characters.
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Jessie nodded happily, not really caring what the activity was, just glad to be able to spenda few suprisingly free hours with Ferris, not commentating, just having...fun. "Sure, sounds absolutely perfect" Although their last drinks together had led to that drunken night...one day she'd have to tell him that nothing had happened. But that day wasn't today, and she was going to have fun. "theres a little place just nearby...or we could go back to the hotel" She smiled cheekily.







Jarvis gave Amelia a smile, "Well, you will do wonderful if you do go. You've done so well during the games themselves" he watched as Elyse went after Sam, the energetic, mischivious young girl happily watching the departing crowd, weaving in and out, but when she spied Elyse, she gave a cry and ran towards the girl happily, smiling brightly. It did Jarvis's heart wonders to see that.
Maria was absolutely furious. She had absolutely no idea just what she could say in a press conference, and she clearly couldn't avoid it. She didn't have the time for a press conference, and she sure as hell wasn't going to take questions. With a heavy sigh, Maria set down at her desk, and tried to figure out just what she could say.

It wasn't the dragon monster. Sometimes an earthquake was just an earthquake. Something like that. Maybe something about how teams were even now closing in on those responsible for the dragon-monsters appearance. Yes. Ease the public...she wrote up what she needed to, thinking through each word carefully before she set pen to paper, making sure there was no loose ends, tying everything she could together to make sure that she would answer the publics concerns as well as ensure there was no panic over what was, for all intence and purposes, a natural disaster.

She gathered what information she needed, infuriated that even now, the subjects had slipped away, just like the plague of her existance, Subjects thirty and twenty nine, with the rogue agent Caits, constantly seemed to do. She sent a message to the team, tellig them to in no way approach the subjects until they could be sure no more damage would be done, to take them as harmlessly as possible, but to take them only when it was safe to do so.

Finally, she rose, her notes in hand, although she wouldn't need them.
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