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Anyone else take AP Exams this week? My brain felt like pudding after my AP Lang one...
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Hey guys and gals! I am a sixteen year old (almost seventeen! woo!) girl from the Northwest part of the United States. I am a writer, mostly fantasy or Sci Fi books. It would really help me out if you guys checked out some of my books. I have some uploaded to WattPad. Just type in Scarlett_Waters in the search bar and check out some of my work. Thanks! :)
~Scarlett
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> I'm alright, actually looking at some travel books! Anyone got any suggestions of places to see when I go to America? :D
Don't go to Idaho. Most boring place you will ever go.
"I don't really have one," she says simply, jumping from broken wood piece to another. "I had a normal family before they abandoned me here in the city. My powers developed young, around five or six. I haven't really cared that I am here. I've lasted well enough. My family taught me how to hunt and considering that I am pretty much frozen on the inside, I don't need a lot to eat and I don't age fast." She smiles at him. She looks toward her house once again.
Violet swirls under his blade and spins down low to the ground. She swings out her leg like she used to in dance class and aims for his legs. She prepares her sword to press against his throat once he was down on the ground. She grips it hard with one hand, hoping that she doesn't miss.
She smiles and creates another shadow sword. She twirls it in her grasp and walks over in front of him, tucking the vial back under her shirt. She says, "I'm sure I'll keep an eye on you." She watches him closely and begins to circle him. She keeps the sword gripped in both of her hands and she immediately slices at him with it, hoping that she doesn't hurt him. This makes her swing a little weak.
"Something that may or may not exist?" she asks, beginning to walk back out of the forest. She heads back toward the town, seeing her very small, broken home against the horizon. It had taken her about fifteen minutes to walk out here, so that should be enough time. "What do you mean by that?"
Ice nods. "I have a place, but you may not like it." She jerks her chin back toward the abandoned city. "I was staying in one of the lesser broken down houses. It isn't exactly a good hiding place up above, but there's a bomb shelter down below. We could stay in there until the Blades head back out. Sound okay?"
Ice eyes his hand warily. She doesn't trust new people right off the bat, but this guy seems alright. She reaches out warily and shakes his hand. "Nice to meet you," she says politely. "So what exactly is going on?" she asks. "With the intercom thing. Do you know?"
"I realize this," Ice says softly. She smiles at him and raises her hand. Snowflakes begin to dance around in them and she watches them. "But the clothes seem fitting, don't they?" She grins at them and closes her fist. "I'm Icilane, but I was called Ice when I had friends." She frowns at the ground before looking back up at him. "Who are you?" She narrows her eyes suspiciously. "You aren't a Blade are you?"
Ice's head shoots up when she hears the announcement. She looks around and notices some guys running toward the woods where she is. She looks down at herself. She's going to be very noticeable in these bright white clothing, but she couldn't exactly avoid them anyways. She watches them as they run into the forest, a darker looking one farther ahead than another one. She watches Shade come closer to her and she leans up against a tree, hoping that he doesn't notice her, but he probably would, with these clothes.
I'm Waiting fro Rumiko's Character to pick a team before we head out. She's the only one who hasn't chosen correct?
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