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Laura’s eyes flew open suddenly. *Wait... Wasn’t I dead? Where the hell am I?!* The young woman scanned the room she was in. She lay in a bed that was half the size of the one she’d had, with luscious red covers and a Victorian black and white pattered comforter. The walls were painted dark red, a few indie band posters decorating one of them, another covered by a tall bookstand that was almost completely filled, and another with a big collage of photos. A line of Chinese lanterns and white Christmas lights crossed the ceiling diagonally. When she tried to sit in order to get a better view of the room she was in, a sharp pain in the left side of her head stopped her. *That’s weird… Wasn’t I stabbed everywhere?* And, strangely, the only thing throbbing was her head. “Easy there, tiger. That’s a hard hit you took there, little sis. Scared us shitless.” A young man’s voice told her. Laura turned toward the voice just in time to see a young man entering the room and taking a seat at the foot of her bed. He looked to be around eighteen, with short brown hair, a creamy complexion, and a pair of almond-shaped green-blue eyes that were the first features to stand out on his handsome face. Before Laura could react, the young man shouted over his shoulder, “Dad! *Dad!* Demi’s awake!” “I’m sorry, who?” Laura asked in a whisper that was unheard as she heard quick, heavy footsteps approaching. Another male, this one clearly older, entered the room and stood directly next to Laura. He was very similar to the younger man, but he had deep blue eyes, crew-cut sandy hair and a tanner skin tone. “Hey there, baby girl. How are you feeling?” the man asked Laura, softly running a hand through her hair. “My head is killing me,” Laura answered honestly, looking at each of the two men in hopes of recognizing them. When it was clear she had no idea, she asked the older man. “I’m sorry, who are you two, exactly?” “Damn, Dad. She hit her head pretty hard, then,” another male voice said. This one looked almost like the younger one’s twin, but with the exception of his long, sandy hair and the pointier nose; features he shared with the man Laura assumed was his father. He was the tallest of the three, and instead of standing or taking a seat, he knelt between the two men, worried eyes scanning Laura’s face. "Are you okay, D.R.?" “Demi, don’t you recognize us? It’s me, Michael, your dad.” The man named Michael pointed to the kneeling man, “This is Kaden,” then pointed at the sitting man. “And this is Luke. They’re your older brothers. You’re Demi, the youngest of my kids and my only princess.” Michael looked genuinely concerned. “Demi, honey, do you remember us?” The look on Michael’s face was heartbreaking. Laura couldn’t bear to hurt the man, especially when they’d been so sweet to her since she’d woken up. Instead of acting defensively, an instinct in Laura told her that everyone present was trustworthy, caring, and terribly worried about her. After a quick moment’s hesitation, Laura made up her mind. “Yes Daddy, I do remember,” Laura told the man with a sweet smile. She took a moment to look at each of the two younger men. “How could I forget any of you clowns?” Luke sighed in relief, then gave a chuckle. “See? I *told* you guys she was just messing around.” “Wonder where she got the jokester quality,” said Kaden, playfully punching Luke’s arm. The brothers stood up and began to mock-box in front of Laura, making her laugh and forget her pain for a few seconds. They were separated by a smiling Michael. “C’mon guys, let’s let Demi get some more rest,” he told his sons, bending over to kiss Demi’s forehead. “I’ll be downstairs if you need anything, sweetie, okay? Just shout to any of us and we’ll come as soon as we can.” “Yeah, Demi, just let us know,” repeated Kaden, kissing Demi’s cheek. Luke did the same, adding a little hair ruffle. One by one, the men exited the room, Luke closing the door behind him. After making sure there was no one close by, Laura slowly stood up from the bed and walked over to the photo collage, searching through many for one that could enlighten her. And there it was: a picture of the three men in order of appearance next to a young girl that looked to be about sixteen, with the same creamy complexion and blue-green eyes she had seen on them. The girl had long, chocolate brown waves that cascaded all the way down to her full bosom, a rocker chick style, and a smile that dimmed even the brightest star. From what Laura could notice, she’d inherited the best of each of her brothers’ features. She was shorter, curvier and fuller than Laura, but breathtakingly beautiful for normal standards. Afraid to look at the mirror, Laura continued to scan the photos, with a million questions racing in her mind. What was happening? Who was she? Who were these people that called themselves ‘family’?

My internet's fixed! Post is just up! Apologies again on the delay!

Hey guys! Still have internet trouble, so I apologize that my first post will be on Tuesday. Hope you're all well!

> > Hi everyone! I'm afraid I won't be able to post until Tuesday :( I just went back to my boarding house and our internet's disconnected. The troubles will hopefully be solved that afternoon. I'll write the post on Word, then publish it as soon as I can. I you see me online, I'll just be on my phone answering to another RP that moves with about two short paragraphs. There's no way I can cook up a good post on my phone lol. Just giving you all a heads up. > > Alright. We'll miss you my Queen :(. Good Luck with it all though! Thank you! Let's hope it gets sorted out that day!

Hi everyone! I'm afraid I won't be able to post until Tuesday :( I just went back to my boarding house and our internet's disconnected. The troubles will hopefully be solved that afternoon. I'll write the post on Word, then publish it as soon as I can. I you see me online, I'll just be on my phone answering to another RP that moves with about two short paragraphs. There's no way I can cook up a good post on my phone lol. Just giving you all a heads up.

So my mother had killed me. I was never blind to the fact that she thought I was an inconvenience, but that she hated my guts so much as to take my life? That took me by complete surprise. Oh, I always suspected that Mother used something, just wasn't sure what was her poison of choice. There were many times in which, as a young child, Mother would be away for weeks. I wasn't concerned about it, since everyone assured me she was just away for 'charity-related business'. As I grew up (before I went away to boarding school in London, that is), I noticed that she had erratic behaviors in the few moments I saw her. I knew enough at the time to avoid her at times like that (I always tried to avoid her, anyway), and also to be sure that she didn't suffer from a mental disease. Her symptoms were consistent with drug abuse, not mental problems. Just as I was starting to fear for my safety, Father gave me the opportunity to leave for boarding school, and I jumped at the chance. Who knew that just when I was thinking she was clean, she would fall in the drug's clutches so deeply to savagely murder me with the bottled-up rage of years? Hell, at least Father had shown me some love in the few moments we spent together throughout my life. I never thought I would die that way. Out of all the things that could've happened to me (contracting a disease/parasite for a foreign country in one of my trips, being abducted for money and killed afterwards, shot by a jealous wannabe, in an automobile/cruise/yacht/jet accident, etc.), it had been stupid Lurieth in her coke high. On a positive note, Nathan had tried to save me. My sweet Nathan: always so serious, but with such a heart of gold. Why was I so blind to see that the man felt for me? I can picture him so clearly... Short black hair, tanned skin, a 6'5" toned body, and the kind, almond-shaped eyes that brightened when he saw me. Nathan was my loyal companion everywhere and anywhere, sometimes the only one I ever opened up to. He had seen up close why I had become the Ice Queen, but didn't judge me for it because he knew and was a witness that all of my good traits were hiding behind a wall of coldness I had placed to guard myself from further hurt. I had shared so many memories with Nathan, but there was one that has been branded into my memory like no other. I will never forget the feeling of his soft lips against mine in a final confession of his feelings for me. It makes my stomach fill with butterflies just at the thought of it. I had one clear purpose in life if I ever had the chance to go back. To let Nathan know that I felt exactly the same.

> > Damm it. Limbo sucks. Not complaining just stating facts. I wanted to kill her nice and quick, like less than an hour after she reincarnated. Slow and painful like. Or just painful? > > ....I get the feeling that you and Tori MIGHT be Sadists with your characters.... > > Then again, I did put the pieces of a car through my characters chest....so maybe I'm wrong.... But what about the Queen being murdered at her mother's hands? Doesn't that count as sadistic? *pouts*

Hey guys! I personally started in the old Harry Potter Message Boards when I was 11. I was on and off for the next 7 years, and when I was really into getting back in the game, the boards were shut down. Since they were built for minors, the rules were so strict not even swearing was permitted. I've only been on this site for less than a week, yet I'm accomplishing things I'd never thought I would. This is my first group RP, and you are all very talented as well as great people. It's actually hard to believe that most of us are beginners in some aspect. Plazma: Who would've thought the Pro-Gamer that was constantly away from reality became a hero? Silver: Loved the flashback! I was actually curious about the Pledge, so it was sweet as well as enlightening. Damiann: You are doing an AMAZING job!

> > Lol this comment ^ made my night xD > > You have no idea how many times I stayed up way late into the night then say screw it and repeat this phrase to myself. > > > I can't do it. I enjoy my hours of sleep too much. I can sacrifice then willingly whenever I feel is worth it, but prefer not to. If loving to sleep means I am a weakling, then so be it. : And now, for some motivational words: Plazma, I have to say I absolutely LOVED your post! It literally left me with a chill down my spine with the question of what exactly happened to Andrew. My respects. Tori, your writing is great. My heart broke into more tiny pieces when I read about Ferra's friend waiting to surprise her at the dance recital. The sad and scary thing is, it could actually happen in real life Silver, it was unfair that Lexi had to die the way she did. I would have seen her end some other way hehe. Good job. Yuki, ever since I read Marie's CS I kinda suspected she would die like she did. It was clean and simple, just like her. Kudos to you. And last but not least, Damiann. I love the way in which you write, but I have no clues whatsoever about Mr. Plot! Haha it's hard for me to read between the lines :p. Keep up the good work, and thanks for the opportunity to bring this craziness into life!

> > Ah, my bad....I feel asleep for like....too long. I'll quickly make up a death for Andrew if you didn't make one already, but I'll take longer to get new life ready. Sorry! > > > > Also, WASSUP TORI!?!? > > Sleep is for the weak and you should feel bad, but na really take your time its fine not like there's a time limit or anything. > > Lol this comment ^ made my night xD