She opened her eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. She read the time on the clock. Only noon. She had time. She reached under her katil and pulled out the suitcase. She got up and looked in her closet. Pushing the clothes aside, she grabbed all the weapons left on their posts. She placed them in the suitcase along with the other smaller knives and Pistol hidden in the room. S
he threw in a book of foto-foto and her journal. She closed the suitcase, slipped her iPod in her pocket, and looked around the simple room she had called hers. There really wasn't much she had, a few books, few clothes, one pair of sneakers and a pair of sandals.
No posters, animals, anything that would have led on to her personality. A small mirror hanging from the back of the door made it look different from the however many empty rooms there were. She went back the closet and pulled out a small silver jewelry box.
It had been her mom's and the one thing that had survived that fire. It held the trinkets of her memories. Her first bullet, colored stones from her sister, glass from a broken window, things people wouldn't understand why she had them.
Except one person. As he came to mind, she fingered the crescent moon kalung he'd telah diberi her. She opened the box and looked at the small bag of sand. Her first Ciuman with him had been down sejak the beach. Now she added the kalung to that pile of sand. If he couldn't figure it out, she'd be lost. But she had faith in him. He would understand.
Unless she read wrong, he'd think of her after she was gone. sejak then, he'll get it. She placed another trinket inside the box and closed it. She slipped out of her room and walked down the hall to his. She placed the box on his meja and took one of his own weapons. He'll have to notice now. I just hope he gets it. Otherwise I may just be lost.
he threw in a book of foto-foto and her journal. She closed the suitcase, slipped her iPod in her pocket, and looked around the simple room she had called hers. There really wasn't much she had, a few books, few clothes, one pair of sneakers and a pair of sandals.
No posters, animals, anything that would have led on to her personality. A small mirror hanging from the back of the door made it look different from the however many empty rooms there were. She went back the closet and pulled out a small silver jewelry box.
It had been her mom's and the one thing that had survived that fire. It held the trinkets of her memories. Her first bullet, colored stones from her sister, glass from a broken window, things people wouldn't understand why she had them.
Except one person. As he came to mind, she fingered the crescent moon kalung he'd telah diberi her. She opened the box and looked at the small bag of sand. Her first Ciuman with him had been down sejak the beach. Now she added the kalung to that pile of sand. If he couldn't figure it out, she'd be lost. But she had faith in him. He would understand.
Unless she read wrong, he'd think of her after she was gone. sejak then, he'll get it. She placed another trinket inside the box and closed it. She slipped out of her room and walked down the hall to his. She placed the box on his meja and took one of his own weapons. He'll have to notice now. I just hope he gets it. Otherwise I may just be lost.
Name: Blake Douglas
Alias: Kid Devil
Age: 16
Occupation: Villain
Powers: Blood bending, acrobatics, hand-to-hand combat
Past:Blake was introduced to crime at the age of 4, when his parents gave into robbing for money. At age 7 Blake joined Riddler in his fight against Batman, at age 9 Blade watched and helped his new teammate Jessica, train. Now, at age 16, Blake hopes for the hari that Jess returns to villainous side of humanity.
Other: Riddlers first apprentice
-Keeps a pisau in his boot
-Dated Jess before she left.
-DON'T ask him about his Alias...it's a bad idea.
Alias: Arwin
Age: 16
Occupation/Alliance: Hero
Appearance: Long black hair, orange eyes, 5' 5"
Powers/skills/weapons: powers over the element earth, martial arts, and her family heir loom (a magic staff)
Personality: Withdrawn, optimistic, kind, brave, courageous, shy, cynical, hard-working, loyal
History: After being telah diberi into the care of her grandparents without warning Lana's parents mysteriously went missing. Lana discovered their family heir loom when she went looking for her parents a tahun later. She took the heir loom into her possesion after Membaca a note left with the heir loom sejak her parents. When she was fifteen she left her grandparents to train her powers. After training for three years and discovering many things Lana returned to her grandparent's house to find them gone. From that point on Lana decided that secrets only killed people rather than kept the safe.
This is a small announcement, I only post this artikel beceas the new Fanpop system is so broken Thad I can't even poste any dinding posts atau imej anymore. so to the announcement.
I knowe I have not been on here muce lately but I wil be o lebih often.
and il stat whit a series of story's about Tyrion Blackwell ( the undeath king) both in his time and the modern ages, beceas I have inspiration to write about medieval stuff.
So im gald to be bak.
Godmor, a.k.a. Twan a.k.a gunfire ( and al my other oc's)
I knowe I have not been on here muce lately but I wil be o lebih often.
and il stat whit a series of story's about Tyrion Blackwell ( the undeath king) both in his time and the modern ages, beceas I have inspiration to write about medieval stuff.
So im gald to be bak.
Godmor, a.k.a. Twan a.k.a gunfire ( and al my other oc's)