

You can still shine bright even if others think your world is dark.
The Bare Bones~Username~PFDB123
JMD #~165, on the second-generation lines.
Name change?~Nope, the previous owner doesn't wish it to be changed, and I really do like the name Melane, it really fits her. However, I would like to give her a full name. So here goes:
Melane Mitsuko Bell
Melane: Original name. Closest meaning I could find was "Melanie: darkness, black." Perhaps this refers to the fact Melane cannot see? For she isn't dark, anything but, she is a very lighthearted individual.
Mitsuko: Melane's middle name meaning "light child" or "shining child." I connected this name to Melane's obsession with light-bulbs, her light personality, and the fact that she has such a shining and beautiful design to her.
Bell: A very simple last name I choose for the fact that it was slightly musical. Bell might have origanated as a last name for someone who was a "bell ringer" or "lived near the bell." I liked how it connected to the fact that I belive Melane has a very good sense of hearing, and that she is very musically inclined.
Why you want him/her~I've been looking for a JMD to call my own for a while, trying and failing to win one of my own. I would love to just be given a chance to try out for Melane, as I saw her and instantly fell in love with her.
Will you give him/her a good home~I believe I would. Any JMD of mine would definitely have a home in my signature, and I would love to RP with her. I would try to shower her in art (I love to doodle and such, so lots of little sketches). Melane would also be my first JMD, so she would definitely be spoiled in every way, shape and form I can possibly manage.
Will you love and take care of him/her~Yes, I would. Melane is the most perfect JMD I can imagine, and I would try to live up to owning such a beautiful girl.
Will you RP with him/her~Of course! I love to RP, and I would love to RP even more with Melane.
Put him/her in your siggy or somewhere else~Most definitely. I would put Melane in my siggy so all may bow down and adore her... Just kidding. Sort of.
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The Little Things~If you just got the time to know me... Perhaps you'd think differently about what you see about me and I don't.
Favorite Book:I enjoy the book: "The Miracle Worker." I read it first as a school project, and I liked how it connected to my life, yet wasn't tragic or a drama. This meant more to me then you might think, as if you asked most people about a book that would represent my life, they would pick something from those genres. I think differently, and perhaps more optimistically then them, and I believe this book would sway them too: if they actually did the assignment. Not sure they really did.
You will most likely find me:In a wooded area, surrounded by a stack of braille books, or perhaps my sketchbook with Orion, the little guy, my little glowing friend. Well, I'm told he glows. You know...
What's your favorite food?Anything I can grow from my garden. You know, a friend told me I should try to grow one, since I love nature so much, and -how did they put it?- I have a thirst for knowledge. It turned out to be quite fun. I like the snap peas the best, as I can just pluck them off the stem and pop them in my mouth for a snack. Though I wouldn't say no to glazed donuts.
Favorite Color?....
You think you're so funny, don't you? *sighs* Before I lost my sight, I remember liking the color brown. It was natural, and you could find it everywhere in nature, from the trees to the earth, to many animals pelts. It was also the color of my favorite animal, the deer.
Any little quirks you have?A few. I find that I finger my trinkets whenever I get nervous, particularly my little feather. I also find that I hum something whenever I am working, or break into song randomly. I do like to sing, a recent discovery because it doesn't need sight, just a sharp ear, and I find that being blind has sharpened my other senses.
You mentioned you liked to sing, do you have a favorite song?To sing, or to listen to? Never mind, I'll just tell you both. I like to listen to
Song of the Caged Bird and my favorite song to sing is
If I Die Young. Both are very beautiful and meaningful to me in different ways, and perhaps in not the ways you think.
Um... So what is that little glowing thing you called Orion?Hmm... You know, I'm not exactly sure. He's just my friend, and that's all I really need to know.
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Extras~Short Story:(told from Melane's point of view)
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I bury my head under the covers, hoping to drown out the noise. Aura is sure to have hidden the clock somewhere new, so I'll be all awake by the time I find it.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I feel an aura come over to me and I know the little guy must be getting just as annoyed by the alarm as I am. Well, more accurately, at me for not getting out of bed and turning it off. His aura is radiating waves of annoyance, but pleasure at the same time. No doubt in anticipation of how long it will take me to find the alarm clock. I sigh, pull myself out of bed, and begin the search for my alarm clock.
Several minutes later I find the alarm clock stuffed under my braille books on the very top of my dresser. After pretending to be very annoyed at Aura, I search through my dresser for some clothes. Fingering them, I try to figure out which ones are which. I feel one with a pattern of beads on the right hand shoulder, in the shape of what I think is a flower. I slip that on along with the pants that feel like denim. Walking out of my room, I ask Aura if I look okay. After confirmation from him, I walk down the hallway, grab a plastic wrapped something from the cupboard (Aura tells me its a granola bar) and grab my backpack. First day of school. I wish it was still summer, school is... Not at the top of my "favorite places to go to" list. My stuff is already dropped off at school. Good thing, or else I'd be carrying 5 tons of braille books.I slip outside, feeling the chilly autumn breeze. Orion follows beside me as I walk to my stop. There is a small ray of sunshine beaming down upon it, and I stand there, soaking in the rays , until I hear the
screech and the sound of brakes, which could mean the bus or garbage truck, but as I cannot smell anything, and it is not a garbage day, its probably the bus. I hear and feel the
whoosh of air and the screeching of brakes, and I can also tell Aura has gone invisible. He hasn't reveled himself at school since several of the popular/mean girls tried to catch him in a jar, giving me the excuse: "Oh, sorry, we thought it was a bug. Wouldn't want it to hurt you would we?"
I walk up the steps, Orion giving unnecessary little pulses in his aura, letting me know that a step is coming. I don't need it, but I guess he just worries about me slipping or something.
"Good Morning." I say to the front of me, having just come up the steps, I assume this is were the driver is.
"Morn'in."
Putting my hand on the seats, I count how many times I feel my hand brush over one:
One, two, three, four... I slip into the fifth seat, my normal seat. Hopefully, nothing will have changed in the "seating arrangements" from last year, and I'll be able to sit here without anyone getting all upset because I'm "in their seat." I can tell no ones sitting here, though judging by the backpack straps I felt dangling out of seats one and three, some people are sitting there. I slide into the seat, stowing my backpack in front of me. I am jerked forward just the slightest, and I know the bus is moving again. Aura seems to be hovering near my shoulder, looking out the window perhaps, so he can let me know when we arrive at the school. The bus stops twenty more times, and I can hear the people as they pass me. Then that absolutely
wonderful girl comes by (I can tell by the scent of that expensive perfume her parents get her) and I can hear her snort at me and say under her breath: "Great. The mole is back."
Yup, off to a great start.
I doodle for the rest of the ride, large strokes of the new charcoal pen over a leaf under the page, leaving an impression that I'm sure looks very pretty. Then Orion tells me that we've arrived at the school.
I wait until I feel all twenty-two peoples forms whoosh by me and clatter off the bus. Then I make my way off the bus, and with my previous knowledge of the school and Orion telling me were to avoid all the people, make it to the door. Feeling the breezes and chatter of all the people around me, I gulp. Time to walk the gauntlet.
After running my figures over the braille number stating my locker
(1...-4...-6...-9...) and its combo
4...-16...-24) I begin to walk down the hallway, Aura guiding me past groups of people rushing to their first classes at times. I feel several people rushing by me, and then-
wham! I feel someone shoulder into me roughly, and loosing my balance, I stumble backwards and hit a row of lockers. I hear a girl, probably Miss. Popularity, sneer at me: "Watch where you're going
mole! Biting my lip, I reach out to my right, were Aura tells me one of my folders fell. I then hear the rustling of paper, and I smell the scent of vanilla hand lotion.
"Um, I have your stuff... Are you okay?" A girls voice. I haven't heard it in my classes or in the few snippets of conversations I can catch from the hallways. Probably a new student or someone from another grade.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say, taking my stuff, "Thanks."
"No problem. Those girls aren't very nice, are they? They kept calling me 'the lame dog' or something like that. Worst insult I've ever heard."
I have no idea what "the lame dog" meant, until Orion tells me in a little whisper that she only has one leg. One real leg. I fumble around for something to say, but this girl seems pretty good at filling the silence.
"I see we have our first period class together. Could you help me walk there? I'm new, and I have no idea were everything is. And I just figured out that asking Miss. Popularity over there wasn't the right idea."
"Um... Sure?" Ether she doesn't realize I'm blind, or she's just too nice to mention it. I count my steps as I walk, and once I get to fifty, turn and walk down the hallway to were I know the Science classroom will be. The girl keeps chatting all the while, just random things, joking around, and I mostly pay attention, and respond in kind. When we reach the classroom, the teacher sends us to our respective assigned seats. Before she leaves for her seat she says to me;
"Hope we're in other classes together. Bye!"
Maybe this school year won't be so bad after all.
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