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posted by SilverWings13
“Lesson learned: Avoid wearing cashmere on drug busts,” Vika stated as she glared as the culprit of her annoyance- a short navy dress and the red staining the white collar.
“Did Ты try hydrogen peroxide?” a voice behind her suggested. Of course the girl recognized his mocking Лондон accent. She attempted to sound miffed at his sneaking up on her unpronounced, but she could do little about the blush that darkened her cheeks.
“What are Ты doing in a lady’s bedroom?” she demanded from him, hoping to fluster him. But when she spun to face him, he was leaning leisurely in the doorway unfazed.
“I’m not technically in your room,” he pointed out. Vika rolled her eyes at the Brit, though she could not avoid noticing the tired slump of the his posture, the dark circles beneath his eyes that she had missed in her initial irritation.
Realizing that she had stares a moment too long at him, Vika turned back to the blemished dress lying on her damask comforter. “That was not an answer to the posed question.” When no response came, she decided she was done with Nic’s antagonizing.
“Why are Ты here?” she persisted, putting force behind her words. “Should Ты not be out pursuing that Wiccan girl Ты are so fond of? I am sure Ты would have a much better time-” When she turned to face him here, she was startled to find herself inches from his chest.
So surprised was Vika that she stumbled back a step and Остаться в живых her balance. Her hand shot out to steady herself and ended up grabbing a thick, muscular arm. the end result was the girl on her back on the bed, Nic’s face inches from hers. Having caught himself, he was leaning over her with a hands braced on either side of her head. Their bodies were so close that Vika could feel the warmth emitting from the fire-caster, smell his radiance of leather, sweat, and smoke.
Neither moved for a moment, which was long enough for her to make out finer details of the boy’s fine, chiseled, handsome, weary features. His eyes were an even darker shade of blue that the dress Vika had fallen on. Nic opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out. For a moment his guard fell, and she saw a vulnerability in the shadows of his sunken cheeks, in the lack of light in his eyes, as if the haughty, confident spark that usually lived there had been evicted.
It occurred to Vika that perhaps he may of come to ask something of her. At this point, she was ready to do anything for him with few exceptions.
But as soon as it has appeared, the vulnerability vanished. Nic pushed himself up with a muttered apology. Vika sat up, ready to reassure him that he need not apologize, that she would listen to whatever it was that he had come to tell her.
But by the time Vik had caught her breath, Nic had exited from her room. She fell back on the постель, кровати with a defeated groan, her mind far too occupied to worry about her ruined cashmere dress.
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posted by khanna266
Hey... It's me Khanna. It feels weird calling myself that now. Hehe. Um, it's been so long since I've been on here. I don't know if many of Ты remember me, but I remember Ты guys. At least the older members that is. I remember when I used to talk to Ты guys for hours and hours. RPing, chatting and who knows what else. This club, this place, it means a lot to me. Ты guys have дана me so many good memories and I'll cherish them forever. I feel so nostalgic right now just typing this. It's so weird how much we grow as people. I've been making еще art than ever in these past two to three...
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Wind howled outside, shaking the shutters. Hailey fought the urge to reach for her soft silk robe. She wore a bright yellow dress, a proud color of the family she represented tonight. Not even the threat of cold could convince her to appear any less finessed.
The woman’s reveries was broken by the arrival of her visitors. She stood politely as the entourage of diplomats entered and bowed deeply. “Konichiwa, Your Highness.”
The Crown Prince of Япония returned a shallower bow. He was younger than Hailey had expected. “Your rebel king has chosen not to Присоединиться us?” he asked with barely hidden...
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You guys are gonna hate me, but I need this for E'n'A to make any sense!



Name: Elizabeth Lilith Norrian.

Alias: Silent Fury

Appearance: White hair, amethyst eyes, pale skin. Slender build.

Civvies: Long, white trench coat, jeans, combat boots.

'Stume: White leotard, purple boots, purple cloak.

Powers: Blood bending. Super hearing.

Skills: Pocket-picking.

History: During her family's massacre, she hid her smaller brother, keeping him alive. She later fled, hoping he would survive on his own. Unlike her brother -who grew up in the wild- she grew up in an orphanage. She soon discovered her powers, and escaped at night to start saving lives, and stopping crimes. Soon, she joined the team, hoping to gain approval of her brother once again.

Notes:
~Blind.
~Holds a ожерелье dear to her.

*Is hiding behind Ciel*
The following excerpt contains major spoilers for the finale of Divided We Fall. If Ты wish to read the book with no spoilers, please exit this page. Ты have been warned.
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New York City
June 18, 08:09 EST
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Sam groaned and rolled over. He didn’t find Holly. Sam slowly sat up, looking around for his girlfriend. This was strange, падуб, holly, холли never got up before him. Sam rolled out of постель, кровати and tried to flatten his hair before pulling on a халат, одеяние and walking into the living room. He was about to start worrying...
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Well, everybody's got a story to tell

Nudge walked towards the edge of the building, staring at the ожерелье that hung around her neck.

And everybody's got a wound to be healed

"Some brother Ты are......." Nudge pulled the ожерелье off and stood on the edge of the building. The wind blew her hair around the front of her face. Nudge stared over the streets of Gotham.
I want to believe there's beauty here

"Gotham isn't bad, just misunderstood....Exactly like me...." Nudge looked down at the civilians who had gathered around under the building. She could her the screams and yelling of the girl was...
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Okay don't be hating on me for this, I'm not trying to start a fight. I just think that we'd all be better off if we at least read these and thought about them, even if just for a second. I'm gonna say this right now: these are not cut-and-dry rules. By no means am I forcing Ты to follow them, and there will be exceptions. These are just suggestions, on how to make your OCs well liked and better off. So, with that being said, in no particular order, here are 15 suggestions for making good OCs.
1. Ask yourself if making a new OC is really necessary.. Don't contribute to the overcrowding unless...
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