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[Melliora]

Mara looks back to Dylan and shrugs again. "Not really." She answers him honestly. It felt weird saying it out loud. She thinks about that day, the things her brother was saying. Oh yeah, he definitely deserved it.

[~*Malec*~]

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"Shhh....they can hear you. They can always hear you. Don't move, don't speak. they're after you......"


I shake my head " no." I say, struggling a bit. " I need to find it." I say looking around and struggling. I didn't know what I had to fins but I did. It was important. It felt important.

[kitanafrost]

"Ill help you in a minute if you want." Annie wanted him to go back to being Jace.

[kotalicious]

Elektra smiled when he said his name. "Well its nice to meet you Ezra. " She said. "Yyou really don't have to worry about hurting me. I can handle myself pretty well"

[lunarae]

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Brynn is obviously a girl, born one, will always be one. She's seventeen, and born in the late spring. When she was born, Brynn was quite small for a baby, and that reflects on how she ended up. She is only five foot two, and proud to be it. She weighs a mere 92 pounds, going to the gym as often as possible, along with her tendencies to skip a few meals here and there and eat as little as possible, keeping her weight at a dangerous low. Brynn's skin is fairly light, rarely seeing the sun. Her hair falls right below her shoulders and is naturally straight, and light blonde. She always parts her hair really far over to the right, or sticks it up in a comfortable high ponytail. Her eyes are a hazel color that she always hated them when she was younger, and wanted to have blue eyes, but Brynn has come to love them. She has her ears pierced, and the cartilage on her left ear, along with a belly button pericing. For her seventeenth birthday, she got a tattoo on her back, which has a really deep meaning to her. She never talks about the scars that cover her body, but mostly running about a half of the way down her forearms, from cutting.

Brynn seems like she'd be a pretty happy person when you first see her, almost always having a smile on her face, even though it's fake most of the time. Through the years she's gotten pretty darn good at fooling people. She loves to sing and play piano, because she've been doing it all of her life. Music is her getaway, along with drawing. Brynn loves to doodle, and when she has time, drawing pictures of the things that fascinate her most in life at the time. People always are telling her she's good at it, but she doesn't ever show people her drawings. She is neither shy, nor outgoing, but stuck somewhere in the middle. She is pretty quick witted, and able to come up with remarks quickly. She's really not too great at making friends. The only friends she really has are in her head. Brynn is very insecure and has major anxiety, and doesn't think that she is ever good enough for anyone, so usually strays away from having deep conversations with people.

Brynn has had a pretty screwed up life for the most part. Her mom met her dad when she was 19, and they immediately fell in love. It was pure teenage puppy-love. They thought that they would be the couple to grow old together, the ones that would always be there for eachother, but when her mom was 20, she got pregnant with Brynn, when they weren't married. After telling her dad, he got scared, packed up and left. Her mom was shot into a state of shock and depression, but her best friend, helped her out of it. She tried to give Brynn the best life she could. She brought her up around music and art, and she soaked them in. She became a very good artist, guitarist, and singer. Around the age of eight she began to talk to herself, and her mother never paid any attention, just thinking it was a little kid thing that she would grow out of and that they were just her 'imaginary friends'. After a few years, Brynn didn't grow out of her 'imaginary friend' phase and it began to interfere with school. Kids began to bully her, and she never had any friends. Her middle school years are when she began to develop her anxiety, cutting, and depression. That continued all throughout middle school, and her freshman year of high school, she finally was sent to therapy. This helped Brynn for a while, but eventually the friends in her head became too much for her to bear. One night, she attacked herself, slashing at her stomach with her cutting blade, and everywhere she could, screaming at her voices in an attempt to get them out. Her mother ran up to her room, only to find her passed out in a puddle of her own blood. She made it to the hospital, and they fixed her up. After she was able to go home, Brynn's mother sent her to the mental hospital, as she was far too much for her to handle anymore.

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[~*Malec*~]

☢Jason Ferling☢

"Shhh....they can hear you. They can always hear you. Don't move, don't speak. they're after you......"


" now." I say " I want to find it now. I have to find it now!" I tell her. Stomp in my feet and yanking my hand hard.

[kitanafrost]

Annie cried out in frustration and left the room. She didnt have to deal with this. She wasnt a babysitter and she had no clue what to do, so she simply left. She would come back in an hour or so to see if he was back to normal. For now, she headed to the rec room. Maybe she could find an old guitar or something to keep her occupied

[~stories untold.]

"Oh? What did he do? Or did you just not regret it?" He asked, leaning in for answers with curiosity and wonder. His eyebrows were raised, and he was honestly interested. he wantedto hear the story.

[Melliora]

Mara shakes her head. "He had it coming." She says quietly and looks at her drawing once more.

[~*Malec*~]

☢Jason Ferling☢

"Shhh....they can hear you. They can always hear you. Don't move, don't speak. they're after you......"


I go over to the now closed door and tried to open it. But it would lock after a certain amount of time. I frowned. " out? Please?" I say to he door, though no one could hear me. I tugged at the handle again and frowned." Let me out. They'll get me!"