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[huskybaer.]

│ Yeah..its pretty sad. 14 year old can even remember what she ate for breakfast. =/ So sad. I can't even remember half of my day today. Besides making this..

Edit - @ Table, Might I ask who Cody's crushing on? │

[darlingdiablo]

;; Hehe, everyone's always so darn curious! You'll just have to wait and see c; ;;

[dandelion love]

|| @ Huskie, I changed Aurora's age to eighteen. c: ||

[huskybaer.]

│ *Pouty face* Fine then. -.- Be that way..lol! xD
Alright chelsie. I'll fix that momentarily! │

[dandelion love]

|| @ Huskie, thanks! Also you should reply on our one on one! ||

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this form's credit goes to DangerKilljoy. I made my own originally, but, well....it didn't work out. c:

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[ l o l a] - [ f e m a l e ] - [ s e v e n t e e n ] ♒

at first sight →

[ n a m e ] Lola Mnemosyne Wolfe. Her father gave Lola her first name, after his and her mother's first dance, at their wedding; Copacabana. Her middle name, Mnemosyne, is quite the mouthful; her mother gave her that after Lola's dead grandmother, who'd recently died. Her name had bee Gertrude, and as much as Lola's mother wanted to commemorate her dead mother, she hated the name with a passion, so named Lola Mnemosyne, instead. Mnemosyne was the name of the Titan of memory and language, in Greek mythology, so she saw it fit to name her after the memory.
[ n i c k n a m e ] Simply Lola. Whatever you call her, don't even try her middle name, she hates it, and it's hard enough to pronounce for anyone. Her last name, Wolfe, she actually really likes, and when someone's in dire peril or upset with her or hates her guts they can tend to cal her Wolfe.
[ a g e ] Young and sweet only seventeen, oh yeaaaa.
[ b i r t h ] August third, a leo: ♌
[ g e n d e r ] Female. Lola's just about as manly as a buque of pink flowers. In a tea parlor. Wrapped in a silk bow.
[ o r i g i n ] Lola hails from Orlando Florida, where the summer's are hotter then hell, and the winter's are, too. Just with less rain.

you're beautiful →

[ p h y s i c a l ][ a p p e a r a n c e ] With dark rusty hair the color of burnished brass, and skin a tanned bronze, like honey, Lola is considered a beauty. Flaming in her appearance, her eyes are dark and wide set, ramed by jet black lashes assisted in their volume by products, but mostly natural. Their color is so dark, actually, it would be hard to tell whether they were the darkest of browns, or actually black. But they give her a glazed, sad look upon her sun kissed face. With delicate features and bones of spiderweb and lace, Lola is as feminine as one could look. Tall, at about five feet and eight inches, most of her high is made up by her legs, with a high waist and flat stomach. It gives her an aquiline quality about her, and she looks graceful when she moves. A pretty girl, Lola has flaws, but they are mostly outweighed by her lovely and unique appearance.
[ e y e ][ c o l o r ] An extreme dark; like black chocolate. Her eyes are large and daunting when angry, but almost doe-like when they glitter for happiness. Set far apart on her face, they create a contrast between her lightly tanned skin and those black pits.
[ h a i r ][ c o l o r ] Lola's always had lovely hair. A natural dark red, burnt copper and rusty colored, it flows in thick plaits down her back, waving slightly, but a normal texture. Coarse, so it is easy to braid and style, Lola's hair is thick and heavy, a curse in Florida, but not so bad to look at.
[ e t h n i c i t y ] White, tanned, and slightly freckled.
[ h e i g h t ] Five feet and eight inches
[ w e i g h ] About one hundred and thirty pounds
[ m o d i f i c a t i o n s ] Nothing.

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[ p e r s o n a l i t y ] Lola has always been the type of girl you didn't want to mess with. She's not extremely kind, or selfless, or even sweet, when you first meet her. She's harsh-tongued, and clever, with hard eyes and a judgemental mindset. Lola's worst qualities are her pride and her selfishness. She doesn't, per say, think she's better than every else. It's not that type of pride, but she believes herself above a lot of things. She won't stoop to get what she wants, and she won't beg. It's below her dignity, in her mind. Lola is the girl who keeps her head high, even when she feels like crying; she's the girl who doesn't let her facade down for even a moment, she wouldn't dare. Her pride has caused the dark haired girl to do a lot of pretty idiotic things, but she never see's it until it's too late. Lola's proud is a dignified sort, not the type of pride that causes arrogance; just the type that hinders certain endeavors, and can ruin a friendship, or relationship, pretty easily.

Selfishness is more pronounced in Lola's personality. She can come off quite self centered, and for the most part it is because she is. Quite so. Lola thinks, for the majority of the time, only for herself. This quality branches off into smaller, more finite traits, like ambition and vanity, but they all grow from the tree of selfishness. She's good at not showing all her cards, this girl, and in the process, it might not be to obvious how, all the time, she thinks about herself. Her issues, her problems, her misery she goes through. Her adventures, her lessons, her homework, her everything. It's hard to be a good person when you can't think about other people, so sometimes it is a struggle to remain a decent human being. However, Lola's selfishness is cause for something good. When she finds someone she really cares about, someone who she trusts and loves and feels overbearing joy with when around, her selfishness evaporates, for that person, as if they have become a part of her, a piece of her heart, and this girl, normally so closed off, can become the best of friends to have.

But also the best of enemies. Lola's quality, which is not quite dominant, but can fire to the surface in no time at all, is her vengeance. The small boned girl doesn't look to frightening to most people. Why should she? She's just a child. But her mind is Lola's greatest weapon, and by far the most deadly, in her opinion. It was clear to the kids in her grade back at the school she went to not to mess with Lola. She'd get her revenge. Once there was a boy, Carl, who kept poking her with sticks when they were in line for the water fountain, and one day she'd just had enough of it. Lola had demanded--not asked, but demanded, she was too proud to ask--he stop multiple times, but it had not succeeded, so she went to more drastic measures. Throughout that entire week Lola had collected ants and bugs she'd found on the ground and on the trees, in a jar, where she'd put some honey in to feed them and a few holes at the top to breathe. It was almost cake to get out of class--with the excuse of using the bathroom--and find his lunchbox. The rest is history.

Lola is not blind to her faults. Nor is she an idiot--quite the contrary. She's a clever girl, if there ever was one. She has a fantastic memory, and a patience that is not popular amongst people her own age very often. She's cunning, too, but that's just another form of cleverness, more directly aimed at ambition and slightly darker subjects. But anyway, back to her vision. She's not blind. And she knows who she is; she can see very clearly she is selfish, and proud, and cruel to some people who she thinks deserve it. Perhaps it's worse that she can see all her faults, and yet she does nothing to correct them, than being blind to them, in the first place. Either way, Lola's one of those girls with, like I said, a judgement issue. She judges other people harshly, from first introductions to the way they smile to how they eat their porridge. But she also judges herself. She finds the faults within her, and berates herself for them, and really, the girl does try to fix them, but in the end she gives up. It makes her feel terrible, because she does have a heart, contrary to popular belief, but she can't do anything about it. Sometimes she wishes she were blind to her faults. At least she wouldn't feel like a bad person all the time, then.

But everyone has bad qualities; foibles, faults. And Lola is not entirely made up of horrible personality traits, no one is. And though she has some overbearing ones, she has lovely things about her, as well. She laughs easily, finds jokes and humor in a world that seldom carries it, and she enjoys living life to it's fullest. Lola would rather spend a day outside, weather rain or shine, than in a dark room playing video games like some children she was aquanted with. Besides her curiosity and thirst for life, Lola has always been a girl to turn to with a problem. She's not very good at giving help without being asked for it, but she understands that sometimes helping others can help her, too. And she has a tendency, sometimes, to put herself in another's shoes. She looks at their problems, as if they were hers, and wants to help. This is her main reason for helping others; it's not real kindness, just pity, and a backwards way of helping. But either way, it's better to do the right thing for the wrong reasons than the wrong thing for the right reasons.

A second (or is it third...?) great quality of Lola's is her calmed aura. She has the feeling of being an easy-going girl most of the time. Her eyes are casual, and it's rare she ever looks incredibly stressed or tense. She's just not that type of girl, on the outside. Yes, Lola's a person just like everyone else, and gets stressed out and P/Oed, but she has grown quite the facade over time, and she has learned to keep certain feelings, and including if not for the most part, like agitation, on the inside. Serenity, weather in the form of laughter or sighs, becomes her, and she indulges in it. Lola's a good girl to look at in a crisis, she can give sound advice, as if nothing ever phases her. Maybe it doesn't. Maybe she really does have nerves of steel.

Loyalty. Something rarely given out from this girl, it defines a friendship with her. Friendship without loyalty is like a composer who can only make noise, not music. When she does find a friend, an unlikely occurance in itself, she binds herself to that person. It's easy to say she's a bit clingy, but it's because she really cares. Lola will never trust a stranger unless it's a life or death choice, and she will die if she does not. But in any normal circumstance, she wouldn't let you in on her mind, and her dark eyes would swim with emotions you could never guess at they were too deep inside, buried under a glaze of cruelty and distrust. But once she does trust you, secrets pore out. Like her history, and it's toils, and her feelings towards everyone, and her opinions, and her pet peeves. She becomes a normal girl when she has friends, when she has trust. She becomes a good person--if not a great person--willing to sacrifice even herself for them. Trust, to Anne, means caring. Means love. Weather familial, romantic, or through friendships, trust is love.

That's why breaking Lola's trust, which is so frugally given, is probably the worst idea you could ever think of. It brings in her worst qualities, but on a whole new level. On a leval of hatred and fury no one would wish upon themselves. Lola abhors being decieved, and by someone she cared for, and trusted, it's like a piece of her world shatters. There's just something about breaking her trust, which simaltaneously breaks her heart.

Well, that's Lola, for you anyways. In a nutshell, a quiet, vivacious young girl, proud and selfish, slightly cold and closed off to those she doesn't know, but open and loving to her friends. She's just another child, in a world of millions--but Lola is her own individual. Her own person. She has her spark.
[ h i s t o r y ] Lola grew up, lived her life, normal. She made her home in a normal house, with normal parents, and a normal brother, though slightly annoying, with normal friends and normal bullies and normal teachers and normal...everything. But it never became her. Here's her history, as she sees it, though there are a few secrets that she doesn't know...

Thirty five years ago, a baby girl was born. She has huge blue eyes that seemed to dominate her angelic face, and she grew up beautiful. Wealthy and loved and happy. This girl had the world at her fingertips, her parents adored her, though they were strict, and she went to the best schools, had the best fortunes, a real life ahead of her. And she enjoyed it that way. Kind of prissy and slightly arrogant, this girl, with bright blonde hair, named Karen, went through life a queen. That is, until the fateful day, twenty one years ago, when she was at college, and met the boy who she would find a true love, but also a true regret, in. His name was William, and he was handsome, charming, sweet, and deep. They dated, and a year passed, and he met her parents, who, though it didn't surprise her, disagreed with her choice. He was poor, and garbage. No manners, no breeding, as her parents called it. Like they were dogs in a show. Horses being picked for a race. He had no breeding, and if they really were horses, he'd have gone off to slaughter, or been a child's pony.

But Karen had grown into more of an individual since leaving her homestead. She'd developed new qualities, like bravery, and pride, and stubbornness, and it made a path for bitterness and hatred to fill in her heart. She started challenging the parents who'd given everything to her. She knew she was right, they had no right, after all, to decide who she saw, or who she loved. But in another light, didn't they? Didn't they pay for college, for dance lessons, for food and clothes, love her and cherish her for as long as they could before she left them to become her own person? Did they have no weight in her choices, no place more in her heart? Both parties felt hurt, betrayed, and both were too proud to bend.

Karen and William were married that next year. They eloped, but it was probably better that way. Since Karen's parents wouldn't have payed for a wedding, or have even shown up, anyways. But they were happy, besides that. And they were really in love. William was an orphan, but he was so happy, all the time: it was like a whole new world for a girl who'd been kept so confined as a girl, so conservative. He was liberal in his actions and words, laughing and callous. He was her freedom, her respite from who she was. A vacation from who she'd grown up to be, from who she was expected to be, and it felt like heaven. To William, Karen was that girl who was everything. She was perfect, beautiful, sweet, lovely and deep, kind and funny: she was his everything. His eyes, a light green, saw only her, and her's only him. He had dark brown hair, thick and straight, longer, slightly, than normal, and a hard, square jaw. They were both beautiful, inside and out.

But vacations end. And dreams fade as you wake up, and forget. And eventually, everything looses their luster. Lola was born, along with her younger twin brother, Henry. Karen found being estranged, for years, from her parents, now only her father, as her mother had recently died, who she genuinly loved, was harder then she thought. It took a toll on her parents, too. They'd grown grey and old, with a constant frown on their faces, as their only child forgot about them, dissapeared and left them without even a goodbye. Karen's mother died before even seeing her a last time. But Karen was starting to see faults in this perfect man she'd been so in love with. He couldn't hold a fork correctly, he always chewed with his mouth open, he came home drunk, he always wore dirty shirts, he liked to smoke, he was terrible at doing the taxes, he couldn't go anywhere on time...small things that started to itch. She didn't see just him, anymore. And this consummate of man she'd found, this beautiful creature who gave her respite from herself, was suddenly holding her back from herself. She wanted to be Karen again. The Karen she'd grown up with, the girl she knew, not some hippie, poor and scatterbrained, with a loafer for a husband and two small children who didn't know their own grandparents. She missed the wealth, and the love, and the family. She missed her old friends, her old life. Karen found herself regreting ever even meeting William, but it was a quiet regret, never spoken.

That's why it was sudden, and heart braking for the man, when she was gone. There was a note, telling him she'd taken the children, because he couldn't support them on his own, with just a construction job, and gone back to her parents. That in her eyes, they were no long married, and she didn't want to hear from him again. Karen never saw William again, and so she was innocent to the knowledge of how hard he cried, of the sobs that wracked the small trailer they'd lived in. Of the pain in his face that never quite left from that day on, the lines in his skin that created a permanent scowl. William was always in love with her. He saw no one but her. Even now, fifteen, sixteen years later, light green eyes can never focus like they used to on a beautiful woman. They always see blond hair and dark, large eyes. They always see Karen.

Karen was back, though. She reunited with her parents, and all was forgiven, on both sides. The feud of theirs had gone on long enough; and Lola and Henry were introduced to their family. From then on, Karen was herself, again. Whether that was a good thing, or bad, it's hard to say, but she wore designer clothes, got a great job, loved her children and her family, gotten a sweet, high class boyfriend, a man who didn't know her history, but was too afraid of comitment to propose, which was just fine by her. Lola and Henry grew up in the world of the upper class, the world of the lucky. Cared for and loved. Lola never missed her dad; she'd known him only for the first year of her life, and she couldn't remember even his eyes. There were no pictures of him. But she had his dark red hair, and his jaw, strong and pronounced. Henry had his eyes, green and flat, while Lola had her mother's. And they were happy. Lola always felt restless, like she had to go run somewhere, just to shake the feeling off, like she wanted to find something, or explore, or do something. The girl always felt like she never did anything. It was a strange feeling, considering that she went horsebackriding, played soccer, and did everything a little girl could want to. And the thing was, Lola could never put her finger on it; but it was something. Something always felt missing; slightly off. As if she had all done this before, it was all a dream. Nothing was as exciting as it should have been to the young girl.

As far as Lola knew, Henry never felt that way, he always looked happy, grand, smiling and care free; easy. He wasn't like his sister, closed off and small in other's eyes, but most of what she is now came later. Lola never got the chance to ask her brother, her best friend, if he felt like her, if he was like her. They were eight when he died. It happened in what should have been a normal day. They were playing at school, challenging each other to do strange things, like normal, on the playground. Henry had just dared Lola and one of her friends to hand by their knees from the monkey bars. It was his turn. Lola dared him to climb up the slide, the one with a roof, on the outside. It was a common enough dare, but she didn't know what else to do. He was halfway up, above the base of it, when he fell. His head--there was a sound Lola will remember her entire life. It was the sound of crushing, the sound of something important being jostled and broken. His head hit the wooden base, and she could hear him scream to. He screamed for a moment, before it cut off sharply. Lola had been too stunned, for a minute, to do anything. She just stood there as the other kids around her ran off screaming and crying, to go get a teacher, staring at the limp form, covered in strange crimson, of her brother. She took in a sharp breath, and ran off after her friends, without saying anything, without a last look at him. No tears sprang into her eyes, no sound escaped her lips. Nothing on the surface. It was the first moment of her life when she didn't show anything at all. And it became a habit. But if anyone thought she was callous, they were wrong. She felt it. She felt a part of her soul break off and shatter for a moment, dropped from the slide along with Henry, broken by his side and bleeding.

Lola would spend hours and hours thinking back on that horrible moment, not only with sorrow, but with confusion and shame, too. There had been a second, before the fall, that made her stomach churn at the memory. As her brother had put his foot upon the roof of the slide, the first time, most of him still on the ground, Lola had seen something. And it was strange, and she had cast it aside, because the vision lasted only half a moment, faster then sound. She saw blood on the ground, below Henry as he stood. It was crimson and bright and almost beautiful, but gone before she was sure of what she'd seen. Then he fell. Much, much later, Lola would understand. Would find that she had a chance to stop what happened, and she missed it.

Lola killed her own brother. That fact was something she could never get over. Never. Karen and her father comforted her, told her it wasn't her fault, and they all grieved. But no one blamed her. Except herself. She read a Shakespeare play once, Macbeth. Lola hadn't understood any of it, except for a few scenes like the one's about Lady Macbeth and Macbeth, right before and after they murdered the king: "Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appalls me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red." She felt too, that the blood on her hands, figuratively, could never,and would never, wash off. Not in a hundred years.

After that ordeal, life went back to as normal as it could for Lola. She grew up. Strange things like the moments before her brother's death kept plaguing her life. She didn't understand why when she sat down to take a test she'd see as if right in front of her a red pen mark on a question she was about to answer wrong. She didn't understand, that is, until now.
[ l o v e s ] flowers, sunsets, beaches, poetry, her family, cats, brown haired boys, indie songs, comfortable clothes, and those days when she gets to chill out in bed, on a cold morning, covered in blankets and reading a book with hot chocolate next to her bedside.
[ h a t e s ] Memories of her brother, sometimes her own power, the idea that she'll be alone for her whole life, that no one understands her, the idea that her family might find out about how strange she is, being isolated, being put down, having her pride injured.
[ f a m i l y ] Her father, William, her mother, Karen, and her late brother, Henry.

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[ c r u s h ] Actually, she has a boyfriend, so it'd be a bit awkward at this point. However, I'm sure one shall develop.
[ o r i e n t a t i o n ] Heterosexual.
[ s t a t u s ] Lola's been dating a boy back from her home town for a few months now, called Andre. She didn't really want to break up with him, actually, Lola rather trusts him with her thoughts, sometimes, though he doesn't know she left because she had a power. Still, she was averse to never talking to him again, and continues to call him on the phone, etc. But lets be serious, here. It's not really lasting.

what lies unawaken →

[ p o w e r ] Precognition; though she has practically no control over her power, and she's about as well known as a rock. Actually, Lola is a class one neophyte, and she knows it. But the one things she's been able to do with her power is to keep it under wraps. It causes her no pain when she gets visions, and it's as if it's real, so she's been able to hide it from almost everyone. Still, she wonders how this academy found her out. It makes her nervous, to think she's see through.

[huskybaer.]

│ Yay! I finally get to see your beautiful form! xD
Your already accepted so...yesh.
Btw. We are going to start very, very soon. I'm seeing how cactus is doing right now.

Edit - @ Chelsie, sorry didn't see your post at first.
I will in the morning. My mind is to...focused on this. xD Sorry. Lol..I have about 3 other 1x1's I have to reply to. So I'll do that in the morning. │

[huskybaer.]

│ Sorry Cactus. Can't wait. xD

We will start now. All characters are arriving except mine. To set the mood, it is a very bright day. Sun shining. Electric fence with barbed wire on top. Guard towers with Marines holding guns. Two very large doors that connect to a huge building. In front of the doors are two very burly men. They will ask for your name. Then let you in. All will arrive by an armored jeep. Each having their own. Then just proceed into the building where Orion, Dillon, and Leonardo will be standing at the foot of the stairs waiting for them. .3. │

Dillon giggled with excitement. The new recruits will be here soon!! Yay! Man was this going to be so much fun! Actual interaction with people her age! Yeah. Orion was her age. Ish. But he was so...growly all the time. And he was the only one to talk to for five years. five freaking long years! He never wanted to talk to her anyways. Such a grouch all the time. They had the first to be discovered. Herself fourteen, Orion sixteen. It was a long hard process. Being the only two. Orion wasn't much help in her training. They did lots of tests on him because of his ability and made him train on his own. Darn fool he was.

With loads of energy Dillon bounded to Orion's room. Nearly yanking off the door, she entered and grabbed his arm and hauled him up from where he was sitting at his desk. She felt a spark of anger from inside of him, but she quickly doused it out and forced happy thoughts into his mind. Feeling him relax, she skipped down the stairs still holding onto his forearm. "Couldn't you have at least gotten some better clothes on? It will be your first Impression on these people! Jeez." She herd a snort, and smiled. At least he was listening. Galloping down the stairs, she saw Leo and dragged Orion up to him. "Grumps is being Grumpy." A chuckle came from the Headmaster, and he smiled warmly at the pair. Smiling back she threw her arms around Orion. "Lighten up!" As usual he shoved her off. Looking away, she mentally pouted. Meany. Always a grumpy git. Jeez. Has to be so proud all the time.

Dillon's attention turned to the door. She could feel emotions outside already. That was a habit of her. Letting her ability leak all over the place. Orion hated it. But who cared about what that poshy old fool thought!? She could do what ever she wanted to do. Nothing more. Nothing less. Her way. Always. Thinking about Orion being a Poshy old fool caused her to giggle, and made Orion give her a stern glance. Rolling her own eyes, he continued to watch the door.

Orion was content. For once. He was busy doodling a new gun design. Something of a pass time for him. Yeah, it seemed boring, but it was actually pretty fun. Got some good money for it too. Usually he gave the designs to the Military. But sometimes if he liked it too much he just kept it. With a smile, he set down his pencil and leaned back; closing his eyes. But that didn't get very far. With in moments, he herd Dillon crash into his room and grab his arm. He felt his blood rise, but quickly fade. He hated it when she did that. Messed with his emotions. He felt a flood of happiness pour into his mind. But he quickly pushed it away. No. Mumbling a few curses at her, Orion let Dillon drag him out.

Orion was very tempted to rip his arm away. But that would dampen the girls cheerful mood. When they finally reached the bottom of the stairs, she proceeded to drag him over to Leonardo. "Leo." His spoke in her per usual voice, and nodded towards him. When he herd Dillons comment he snorted and rolled his eyes. Then flung his arm out of her grip. But was soon engulfed by her hug. Putting on one of his usual angry frowns, he shoved her off of him. God did she get annoying. Never knew when to draw the line. This was mostly why he didn't like her very much. Not that he liked many people. But still. The point is still there.

His thoughts soon wonder on, onto the subject of one of the recruits. A girl named, Lola. She held the same ability as he. Leo wanted him to teach her, and basically be her mentor. But from reading her files, it was going to be hard. For starters, she was a naive little brat. And did not know how to control her ability what so ever. Fun right? At least she can keep it hidden. Also form what he has read, she is an extreme pain. Great...what fun.. Rolling his eyes, Orion looked at Dillon. She was watching the door. Still excited as always.

[dandelion love]

I s ᴀ ʙ ᴇ ʟ ʟ ᴀ
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"Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛɪᴇsᴛ sᴍɪʟᴇs, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴅᴅᴇsᴛ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs."

Isabella was quite unique thing about her. She had the power to control water. She had heard about the school, she heard they could help her. They could help spread out her power, they could help her heal with water and maybe freeze it to control ice. She thought it was a good idea since she was adopted and she kind of felt awkward there. She felt like it had been just another temporary home for her.

She was sitting on her floor of the lobby with a few girls. She was playing a game of truth or dare. Which the girls hadn't be playing very long. She usually picked truth, because the dares just wasn't her. Her and Aurora were complete opposites. She was water and Aurora was fire. She was shy, while Aurora was outgoing. She managed to play along with the game though. She needed to make a few friends. She looked at the door with her bright sapphire blue eyes. She smirked at Aurora.

She pushed her blonde side bangs from her right eye. She looked at the red head, "I dare you to go up to that brunette there and try to act sexy." She smirked at her. She wondered if Aurora would do it, but she didn't have a doubt that she wouldn't. She sat there on the floor. She was probably going to avoid talking to people here. She was rather shy, so of course she wasn't going to walk up to a random stranger like Aurora was going to.


A ᴜ ʀ ᴏ ʀ ᴀ
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"Iᴛ’s ᴇᴀsʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ. Iᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ."

Aurora was special. She had a special ability that no other human had, or that she knew. She came to this school, hoping for help; or to go back to normal. Sadly, the element of fire would not leave her mind. She can create fire from out of thin air, she could control it a little; but not much. She didn't really want to try, because she didn't want to get hurt.

She was sitting in the lobby of the dorms where people walked in and out of. She was sitting in the center with a few friends. They were playing a game, and it was called truth or dare. Which Aurora always picked dare because what was the fun with picking truth. You just say yes or no to answer a question. She looked around with her bright green eyes. She pushed a lock of her bright red hair from her face as she was waiting her turn. She couldn't help, but wonder what her dare was going to be.

She heard Isabella to dare her to walk up to the guy that just walked into the lobby of the dorms, but there was a catch to the dare. She had to walk up to the cute brunette boy and try to be sexy. She smirked at her friends, "You guys make things to easy for me, you know that right?" She laughed and stood up. She looked over her shoulder as she looked at her friends, before continuing.

She walked up to Noah and looked up at him. She gave him a rather cute smile. "Hey my friends dared me to come and talk to you. Can you pretend I said something sexy to you?" She asked him curiously. Yes it was odd for her to walk up to him, but she wasn't scared to do thing kinda of things. She was a fun loving and outgoing person. So this kinda of normal for her. She wondered if he was going to help her out.

|| Sorry, I just had them like there, but they like just arrived a bit early? xD Sorry, I wrote this before the thread hit about a few pages after. xD ||

[huskybaer.]

│ Urgh...chelsie...*moans* can you at least wait until noah was there or something? Or until they had posted? │