Skye

[color=darkred]OOC: Sorry for the late post. Was trapped at a friends house due to snow. IC: I tapped my foot, hoping nervously that I had the right apartment. Geoff was standing across from me, looking me up and down in a snide, over-confident fashion. He opened his mouth to say something, then froze, his eyes glued to the place over my shoulder. I whirled, and suddenly, I saw it, too. The vague outline of a little girl, in the place where the shadow should be and then - nothing. My eyes widened, and I felt my heart flutter in my chest like a caged bird. "[b]G-geoff-[/b]" I took a couple steps back, involuntary, and he caught me as I stumbled in my too high heels. His hands went easily around my waist, fitting, and I felt my heart flutter harder. The feel of his body, strong and warm against my back, was almost enough to make me forget the shadow girl - but not quite. I pushed away, hugging myself tightly, and then knocked on Nick's door again. "[b]C-coming![/b]" Slowly, carefully the door opened. He looked like he was afraid to touch the knob, and was watching me apprehensively. His eyes widened slightly, and I wondered if I'd overdone my outfit. "[b]Come in, Phedre.[/b]" I saw him glance at Geoff, his expression momentarily confused. I turned, and said icily, struggling to keep my voice clear of fear, "[b]You can go now. I think I will be safe here, thank [i]you[/i].[/b]" Then I entered Nick's house and slammed the door in Geoff's face.[/color]

[size=1]I am in love. Time to move.[/size]

[quote name='chibi-master']FAIL= "Me and Susan went to the mall!" WIN= "Susan and I went to the mall!" Get it straight, people!!!:animesigh[/QUOTE] [size=1]I know. I do that, too, and people tend to get annoyed. They tell me that I don't know what I'm talking about so I explain it like this: "Take out the other person's name and then tell me if the sentence makes sense." It's amusing to watch.[/size]

[color=darkred]I resented the way he called me Red. I hated it, and I let him know in my glare. I also didn't appreciate how loose he was with his language around the little girl. He was a little too bold and I aimed to knock him down a peg when I saw him next. I watched him unblinking as he exited the shop, and then turned back to Nick. He really was cute, and I felt a little more inclined towards him after seeing the other guy's display of attitude. "[b]Nice to meet you, Nick. I'm Phedre.[/b]" The name rolled off my tongue, soft, inviting. I hadn't meant for it to, but the way I'd said his name had made him blush. "[b]And I would be happy to join you for dinner. How about tonight?[/b]" Nick seemed a little disoriented; this was supposed to be his job. He jumped in. "[b]Y-yeah. How about at my apartment?[/b]" This sounded bold for him, so I accepted without a second thought. His face flushed with pleasure, so I turned away, my anger cooling finally. I held up the music box, watching Grinner's face. He saw what I held, and a myriad of emotions passed through his eyes in a matter of seconds; other than fear - [i]odd[/i], I thought - I couldn't place any of them. "[b]I'm sorry, I should have taken that one down.[/b]" This was getting annoying. "[b]Why? It's beautiful and in amazing condition. I'd be willing to pay you almost anything for this.[/b]" My voice was soft, persuasive. I really, [i]really[/i] wanted that music box. I wasn't sure why, but it was almost as if I needed it. "[b]It...it...[/b]" He couldn't seem to come up with a good excuse. "[b]I need to do some work on it.[/b]" I wrinkled my nose. "[b]Like I said, it's in fantastic condition. Look, I know that guy was a jerk, but you really don't have to not sell to me.[/b]" I could see conflict in the old mans face. Softly I murmured, "[b]Please? How much do you want for it?[/b]" Mr. Grinner sighed, and then replied, "[b]Twenty five. Are you sure?[/b]" I nodded and fished around in my bag for my wallet. I pulled out a twenty and a ten, and handed them to him. "[b]Keep the change. I really appreciate this; it is a beautiful piece of work.[/b]" He nodded silently, still looking dubious about his decision. I turned back to Nick, who had been quiet. "[b]Pick me up about...sixish? I'm rooming with Mrs. Abernathie, over on Timmons drive. The White Rabbit, that's the inn.[/b]" He nodded, eyes still a little wide. He was so infernally cute! I waved, stashing the music box in my bag, and headed for the market to grab the onions. On the way back, I couldn't help but think about the tall, gorgeous jackass that had neatly deflected my punch. I hated the way it felt, but it had turned me on a little. Devan had always laughed because I had liked to be dominated and he knew it. I kept coming back to those shockingly gorgeous purple eyes, and the tight grip on my wrist. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts; I was determined to have a good time with Nick, and Mr. Tough Guy could go screw himself.[/color]

OOC: She's a red-head sweetie. =] [color=darkred]I looked up just in time to see this lanky, awkward boy step backwards. I tried to get to my feet, but he tripped over one. I reached out from reflex, catching his free hand and steadying him. I watched him, unblinking, for a fraction of a second before hearing the clink of my class ring as it slid off my hand and onto the wooden floor. I blushed brightly across my cheekbones, embarassed at having been caught unawares by a complete stranger, and dipped gracefully to retrieve it from where it had rolled under the shelf. "[b]Um, I-S-sorry, miss.[/b]" His mumbled apologies continued until I straightened and attempted to smile at him. I imagined it looked more like a grimace. "[b]It's okay, really. I wasn't paying any attention.[/b]" The box was still in my hand, and I felt like I must've imagined it, but it felt like it was pulsing in time to my increased heart rate. My eyes locked on his, a shocking, gorgeous blue, and I fell into them. He seemed so familiar... I shook my head violently. [i]Snap out of it, girl![/i] "[b]H-hey...Haven't I seen you around campus?[/b]" I zoomed back out, focusing on his face. He was right. He looked a little young, but he did look familiar. "[b]Don't I have...[/b]" I frowned, thinking. "[b]I have class on Thursdays with you. Professor Dain, right, Spanish?[/b]" He nodded, and seemed pleased that I'd remembered him. I was still clutching the music box, and knew I needed to pay for it. I wasn't putting it back; it was why I had come in here. He fumbled for a piece of paper and a writing utensil. "[b]Umm., if I gave you my number would you like to-to meet for c-coffee?[/b]" He seemed over nervous, and I felt bad for him. I wasn't ready for another relationship, not after Devan. I wasn't going to risk that bad of a break again, but I couldn't just say no. He seemed really sweet and, well.... those eyes just intrigued me. I should at least try to be friends with him. "[b]Sure...[/b]" He jotted it down quickly and awkwardly offered it to me. I reached for it, and as I took the paper, our fingers touched. His skin was soft for the most part, maybe a little caloused from writing, but overall pleasant. I let my hand linger and I knew I had a problem on my hands.[/color]

[color=darkred]I looked at the marionettes, their staring faces creeping me out a bit. I felt like one of them, constantly being pulled by other peoples strings. I wrinkled my nose, moving away from them. Devan had called me his little doll; being petite with the curly hair apparently made me a play thing. Next to the marionettes were porcelain dolls, mostly Victorian, and suddenly, I understood the name. All of them had the same, painted-on faces, the same white skin, with those dark, luminous eyes. Each one, despite their characteristic differences, had carefully coiled and powdered hair. I caught sight of my own reflection in the store window as I turned, and shuddered at the eerie resemblance between myself and those horrid porcelain dolls. I made my way back to Mr. Grinner. Quietly I asked, "[b]Do you...do you happen to have any music boxes?[/b]" He smiled warmly at me and climbed off his stool to hobble over to a lower shelf. "[b]Down here, dearie.[/b]" Then he hobbled back. I knelt, ignoring the dust from the floor that collected on the knees of my jeans. My cross swung forward, glinting in the half light, and I carefully clutched at it before touching the smooth and carved tops of the boxes. They all had a story to them, I knew, but it would take forever to tell even one. Then I saw it. It was a dark mahogany box, simplistic on the outside but holding a warmth in it that captured me, leaving my mouth hanging open in a soft "o" of wonderment. I touched it and my fingertips tingled. Slowly I opened the lid, the wood smooth and perfect to my touch. A soft, wafting tune began to play, and once I had the lid all the way up, I could see a soft pink and white ballerina spinning in a graceful, permanent arabesque. Her face was nondescript, and against the soft brown silk lining of the case she seemed to fade, ancient and archaic. Despite myself, I began to hum along with the haunting tune. It was nothing I recognized, but at the same time it was utterly captivating. The song wound down, so I searched for the knob. It was in the form of a tiny skeleton key fixed to the back of the beautiful box. I spun it twice, listening, wondering. I knew I had to have it.[/color]

[size=1]Odd. I didn't think I was dreaming. I've had some odd dreams before but this... this stumped me. This is beyond my capacity. I picked up the pen (quill?) and tried to steady myself. I had to get better at that whole floating thing. [b]Name:[/b] Meredith Bronwen Chase [b]Age:[/b] You know, I'm not sure. I pondered the question. I always got my real, physical age and my spiritual age mixed up. So I put my spiritual age, as I had been able to discover so far. 132 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [i]Although,[/i] I thought, [i]I have always been a tomboy, and have inclinations towards masculinity sometimes.[/i] [b]Home Planet:[/b] Earth Now that one was easy. [b]Appearance:[/b] It matters? With a sigh, I try to describe myself. Female: Short, bouncy, curly red hair; vibrant green eyes, albeit they are a little TOO large; small button nose and rosebud mouth. I'm only five foot even, bouncy and curvy, with milky skin. I tend towards comfort when it comes to my clothes. Male Counterpart: Yes, I have that image. Kind of heavy, muscular, tanned skin with sandy hair and blue eyes. Short, stocky. Yes, that's my masculine side. Macho. I put down the pen, and the music began to play. This was turning out to be odder than I'd expected.[/size]

[size=1]Lemme see... 1) An old karaoke machine 2) A box of old trinkets 3) My carton/plastic crate of shoes 4) A plastic bag (BIG) full of paints and brushes 5) More than likely some lost crayons 6) Carpet That's what I remember off the top of my head. O'course, I'm not home at the moment, so I could be wrong. Or missing something. Definately missing something.[/size]

[color=darkred]I blinked, nose wrinkling at the smell of cat hair in my nose. Mrs. Abernathie's cat Mittens had decided she wanted to sleep with her tail draped across my face. I pushed the 12 pound chocolate colored fluffball away from my face and rolled over to look at the clock. I was late for my morning Physics class, and didn't have time to drive out there; it would be over by the time I got there. Mittens made a small noise of annoyance, and I sighed, sinking my fingers into her soft fur. [i]Might as well take this morning off, check out that store...[/i] It wasn't long before I was toweling off and throwing on my trademark skinny jeans and a tube top I'd made out of an old Kiss tee, and my worn black Nikes. Mittens sniffed appreciatively at the lingering scent of my kiwi bodywash, then brushed up against my pants leg, leaving dark strands of fur on my grey jeans. I shooed the cat out of my room, grey messenger bag slung across my chest, deciding against any jewelry except my class ring; I'm not sure why I'm so attached to the darn thing, my high school wasn't that fantastic, and the only memories I really have are of that jerk Devan and of my lost sister. Still, as I felt the inscription of my initials on the inside, and the little dolphin on the outside, it made me feel safe. Benista wasn't my home, but it would have to do while I grew. I passed Mrs. Abernathie on the stairs and gave her a quick hug. She reminded me of my aunt, a small, bustling woman with a perpetual smile and a kind word. "[b]I'm going to go look at the town; I haven't really had a chance to explore Benista yet.[/b]" She smiled warmly, patting my hand. "[b]We're a happy town, darling. Why don't you take a look at Mr. Grinner's toy shop?[/b]" I blinked, perplexed. I hadn't been interested in toys in a long time. "[b]Um, why?[/b]" Her eyes twinkled. "[b]He has something for everyone there, even people who think they've outgrown toys. Maybe you'll find an old book you never thought you'd see again. That's how I found Patches.[/b]" She'd shown me Patches. It was the sweetest little stuffed dog, made out of quilt patches; hence, the name. She'd had one like it as a child, and it was the only one she'd seen like it. "[b]I'll take a look; would you like me to stop by the market on my way back, before my afternoon class?[/b]" She wrinkled her nose in thought, Mittens circling our feet. "[b]Maybe some red onions. I need them for garnish.[/b]" I nodded, and kissed her withered brown cheek. "[b]I will see you later, then![/b]" I made the landing, and nudged Mittens away from the door as I stepped out into the fresh air. I loved the old timey feel of the village. Somehow, my feet made their way to the little toy shop without me knowing. I just took in the scenery as I went, smiling. Then I was there. The door loomed in front of me - and I do mean loomed; I am a bit short - but I braved the clenching in my stomach and reached for the doorknob. It turned, and the bell above the door chimed cheerfully. Instantly I felt at home; dolls and marionettes, carvings and paintings and books lined the walls. It had such a happy, loving feel to it. "[b]Hello, missy! What can I do for yah?[/b]" I looked over to the old, grandfatherly man sitting on a stool. I smiled, in spite of my skepticism. "[b]I'm just looking.[/b]" He chuckled. "[b]Oh, you'll find something. Call me if you need help.[/b]" I nodded, smiling softly, and noticed a boy and his dog farther back in the store. I secluded myself around the carved things, a place I was familiar with. The wood held warmth, and it made me feel comfortable.[/color]

[size=1]I am going to kick all the stupid people who are afraid of Friday the 13th. Wait, my 18th birthday is Friday the 13th. Be afraid. Be very afraid.[/size]

[size=1]I'm not currently wearing pants with pockets. When I do wear pants with pockets they are - as afformentioned - tiny pockets. I try not to keep stuff in my pockets because I forget it's there when I take them off, and I've washed 20 bucks that way. The only thing I ever keep in my pocket is my Burt Bees Pomegranite Honey Lip Balm, because it stays warm and soft that way instead of waxy. Oh, and sometimes my hands. When I remember that I have pockets.[/size]

[b]Name:[/b] Phedre LaFontaine [b]Age:[/b] 21 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Physical Appearance:[/b] Phedre stands about five foot even, slender, small-breasted, but toned and athletic. She has a pixyish face with pointed chin, rosy cheeks on porcelain skin, spattered heavily across the nose with freckles. Her eyes are dark, almost black, and sort of round and childlike. She has extraordinarily long eyelashes. She often accents her eyes with heavy eyeliner and smoky lids, a rosebud, pouty mouth brightened with dark red lipstick. Her hair is no longer than her shoulders, but is tightly curled and dark red (both natural). She often wears it loose. She can usually be seen wearing grey skinny jeans and a dark blue corset-top with a white peasant blouse underneath. She favors silver jewelry, and always wears her silver cross around her neck. Her shoes range from Nikes to Carlos Santana heels. [b]Curse:[/b] Phedre can spirit walk - the only problem is, she is nearly solid when she does, so most normal obstacles apply to her, and if she gets injured while out of her body, her body recieves the injury, too. Oh, and did I mention that the longer she is away from her body, the more the body fades away? If she stays out of her body for more than an hour and a half at a time, her body will die and she will disappear forever. [b]Curse Toy:[/b] It is a hand-carved music box with a mirror on the inside lid, lined with silk, and a small toy ballerina that spins when the toy is wound up. [b]Ability:[/b]She can astral travel/spirit walk - she can move from one place to another, and if she concentrates, move through solid objects. She has all abilities connected with spirit walking. [b]Personality:[/b] Phedre is usually quiet and thoughtful, but provoke her and she has a temper like a mother grizzly. She isn't all that friendly, but once you've earned her trust, it takes an earthquake to shake her. She'll follow you to the ends of the earth. [b]Background:[/b] Phedre is usually quiet due to the loss of her twin three years ago. Aoide (Eve) was the victim of a drunk driver, and was killed instantly. Phedre, once a perky, happy-go-lucky kind of girl, felt it the moment her sister died, and has been quiet since then. Not long afterwards, her fiance since the tenth grade - she grew up in a small town - left her for a blonde bimbo he met at a night club. This is why she has trust issues. Phedre is currently an art student at a univeristy near Benista, she stays in one of the small local inns, hosted by one of the matronly women who work there. She is always happy to help out, so she is essentially on a work scholarship. Her biggest interests are woodcarving and music. This sounds interesting. =]

[size=1]The first one is me. Oh yes. The second one WAS the Sexy Six. Although I'm not sure if there are more or less than six on that group... =/ I miss our group. We were great! Even if no one nominated us for niftyness.[/size]

[size=1]Great, now I've got popular stuck in my head. =p I really need to talk to you and chibi more often. [b]Galinda:[/b] You still riding that old thing? [b]Elfeba:[/b] Yeah, well not everyone can travel by bubble! xD That's my favorite. [b]"One doesn't have a sense of humor. It has you."[/b] - Larry Gelbart [b]"OMGOMGOMG! ...wait a sec...crap, I forgot. Nevermind."[/b] - Me, accompanied by a sheepish look. At least once a day. [b]"Smile, it makes people wonder what you did."[/b] And my own "you had to be there" moment. =] Although anyone worth their salt -OMG did I really just say that? - will know the original reference. [b]Me:[/b] Moose! [b]Jon:[/b] Was this moose in a room? [b]Me:[/b] Nope. That means it was not, in fact, on a candlestick. [b]Jon:[/b] Was it on the back of a car? [b]Me:[/b] xD ((

[size=1][b]"My life is a sea of awkward turtles..."[/b] Me, frequently. [b]"I cut my hand on the water!"[/b] - Rebecca Wright, a seriously strange girl from my school that has done way too many mind altering substances.This comment was closely followed by something about cops and being naked. [b]"I consider myself to be ganster. I would appreciate it if you played along."[/b] Me, today. [b]"I say youz a wanksta, and you need to stop frontin' >.>"[/b] Korey, in response to previous comment. I ROFLMAO'd for about ten minutes. [b]"We're so cool. ice cubes are jealous."[/b] My best friend Jon. It amused me. [b]"Whoever thought the way to a mans heart is through is stomach, is aiming about six inches too high."[/b] Haven't a clue who by, but I lol every time I read it. I will find more...eventually.[/size]

[quote name='Gavin'][SIZE="1"]*Attempted a post explaining the new level of absurdness PETA has reached but failed miserably due to bloodloss from headdesking*[/SIZE][/QUOTE] [size=1]*laughing uncontrollably* Really, PETA. [i]Really?[/i][/size]

[size=1]I uploaded it to photobucket... [url=http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/?action=view¤t=n1451977513_145149_9660.jpg]Viola![/url][/size]

[size=1]Well um.... yeaahh... >.> FACEBOOK FTW! ... okay, now you can shoot me. Hey! I'm relatively normal looking and Vicky talks to me all the time! =[ [url=http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=145149&id=1451977513]Oh so beautiful[/url][.>[/size]

[b]Vicky[/b] Because she's fabulous. =] I love this girl to death! Full of laughs, and does one hell of a job on the Joker make up. [b]Korey[/b] Because he is. So there. I will have more! ...maybe...

[size=1]*snuggles desert* It's okay, I think you're adorable. =] I promise to dress up like Rogue again just so I can give you guys pictures... my hair was awesome... And once again I come up pictureless. How is this happening?! I was such a camera whore!! ;_;[/size]

[size=1]I ended up NOT going Trick-or-Treating like I wanted because I had to get some sleep for the SATs the following morning. I [i]did[/i] dress up for school, however, which was fun. I went as a rather unsuccessful Rogue - X-Men - as my silver/white hairspray gradually wore off and I couldn't find my black gloves. Other than that I had a bunch of people tell me I totally looked like her. No pictures, unfortunately. :][/size]

[size=1]Apparently I was self-created. I'm not sure whether that is a good thing or a bad thing. And big sisters are good for lots. They go through puberty first, so they can tell you how sucky it's going to be; they get boyfriends/girlfriends first and so can put you off dating for that much longer when you see how much drama it is; and they take the blame for half of your mistakes because 'they should know better.' :] Ask me how I know. Anyone feel like adopting a poor, parentless alien?[/size]

[quote name='ChibiHorsewoman'][color=#9933ff]Sweet I didn't even remember about the old lists. I've always wanted sisters. And sleep... and someone who can make decent coffee. Well one out of three isn't bad.[/color][/QUOTE] [size=1]I make decent coffee, too! :D Sleep I can't give you, I barely get enough myself as it is.[/size]

[quote name='ChibiHorsewoman'][color=#9933ff]Okay I have a list. Cat and Calypso are my relations... Calypso is my sister... yeah [/color][/QUOTE] [size=1]Which makes you my sister, which is coincidental considering I looked back over the old chart and you are - le gasp! - my sister there, also. :)[/size]

[size=1]Something music note themed. :] I don't care what the color scheme is, or the size. All I want is for it to say 'I