She opened her eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. She read the time on the clock. Only noon. She had time. She reached under her lit and pulled out the suitcase. She got up and looked in her closet. Pushing the clothes aside, she grabbed all the weapons left on their posts. She placed them in the suitcase along with the other smaller knives and pistolets hidden in the room. S
he threw in a book of photos and her journal. She closed the suitcase, slipped her iPod in her pocket, and looked around the simple room she had called hers. There really wasn't much she had, a few books, few clothes, one pair of sneakers and a pair of sandals.
No posters, animals, anything that would have led on to her personality. A small mirror hanging from the back of the door made it look different from the however many empty rooms there were. She went back the closet and pulled out a small silver jewelry box.
It had been her mom's and the one thing that had survived that fire. It held the trinkets of her memories. Her first bullet, colored stones from her sister, glass from a broken window, things people wouldn't understand why she had them.
Except one person. As he came to mind, she fingered the crescent moon collier he'd donné her. She opened the box and looked at the small bag of sand. Her first Kiss with him had been down par the beach. Now she added the collier to that pile of sand. If he couldn't figure it out, she'd be lost. But she had faith in him. He would understand.
Unless she read wrong, he'd think of her after she was gone. par then, he'll get it. She placed another trinket inside the box and closed it. She slipped out of her room and walked down the hall to his. She placed the box on his bureau and took one of his own weapons. He'll have to notice now. I just hope he gets it. Otherwise I may just be lost.
he threw in a book of photos and her journal. She closed the suitcase, slipped her iPod in her pocket, and looked around the simple room she had called hers. There really wasn't much she had, a few books, few clothes, one pair of sneakers and a pair of sandals.
No posters, animals, anything that would have led on to her personality. A small mirror hanging from the back of the door made it look different from the however many empty rooms there were. She went back the closet and pulled out a small silver jewelry box.
It had been her mom's and the one thing that had survived that fire. It held the trinkets of her memories. Her first bullet, colored stones from her sister, glass from a broken window, things people wouldn't understand why she had them.
Except one person. As he came to mind, she fingered the crescent moon collier he'd donné her. She opened the box and looked at the small bag of sand. Her first Kiss with him had been down par the beach. Now she added the collier to that pile of sand. If he couldn't figure it out, she'd be lost. But she had faith in him. He would understand.
Unless she read wrong, he'd think of her after she was gone. par then, he'll get it. She placed another trinket inside the box and closed it. She slipped out of her room and walked down the hall to his. She placed the box on his bureau and took one of his own weapons. He'll have to notice now. I just hope he gets it. Otherwise I may just be lost.
Necklace Alek gave her
Symbol
Lizzie
Trying to explain to Skylar why and what she wont say, and why the past may not matter, and why life sucks
Life Is a Sin : par Dox Eternal (ask me who that is okay, if u dont know)
Why is it a sin?
Does it really matter where i've been?
Life can take us on journeys
that no one else would understand.
If life is a sin,
Why don't we just stop livin'?
For us life may not be true,
life throws us feu and we wont know what to do.
l’amour is part of life,
But living is sin,
It makes no sense anymore,
we will never win.
l’amour is lie, that we just keep on livin'
becasue life is a sin,
i will never understand,
Even though i aint perfect,
I am emotional,
But toi wouldn't understand
i am some one else,
B/c i'm not really who u tihnk i am,
iam, iam.
Because life is a sin,
i will never fit in,
I know,
l’amour is life, but life aint good for you,
life is a sin,
and i will never know what to do, for you.
Life Is a Sin : par Dox Eternal (ask me who that is okay, if u dont know)
Why is it a sin?
Does it really matter where i've been?
Life can take us on journeys
that no one else would understand.
If life is a sin,
Why don't we just stop livin'?
For us life may not be true,
life throws us feu and we wont know what to do.
l’amour is part of life,
But living is sin,
It makes no sense anymore,
we will never win.
l’amour is lie, that we just keep on livin'
becasue life is a sin,
i will never understand,
Even though i aint perfect,
I am emotional,
But toi wouldn't understand
i am some one else,
B/c i'm not really who u tihnk i am,
iam, iam.
Because life is a sin,
i will never fit in,
I know,
l’amour is life, but life aint good for you,
life is a sin,
and i will never know what to do, for you.
Costume
Austyn
Age: 14
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Saphire Blue
Height: 6'0
Weight: 115lbs
Powers: Phasing, invisiblity, water bending(freezing, shaping, moving, evap, ect).
Weapons: Swords, and the occasional mace.
History: Austyn lived in a happy family in France, until they turned on him. He had to run away, they found him begging for spare change in the streets. They took him accueil and beat him to teach him a lesson. He moved to america, he got a job, and learned little english. His family is still looking for him. In the wrong place.
Personality: Austyn is pretty open and nice. He knows when to be serious. When he sees someone down ou upset, he would go over there and poke them, ou hug them. He likes everyone to be happy and together. Quiet when it comes to fighting ou family.
S'tume: Leather veste and white tanktop underneath. Black-washed jeans.
'Stume
