It was a crisp fall hari in the city of Melbourne, and a 2 yr old girl was perched on a red wooden najis in front of the huge glass window. Watching the bustling city, cars and stinky drivers, hotels filled with taxi cars and malls bursting with a large amount of shoppers. She wasn't so far up in the apartment, hardly on the saat floor so she was able to see most things, her hands greedily moving up the window, wishing to go outside.
Her eyes followed traces of flying autumn leaves, rustling in the wind and dancing in the sky.
A big black van gave a big abrupt stop on the side of a jewellers shop
and an elegant lady dressed in green popped out and went inside.
The little girl who was watching had a little odd feeling, her hati, tengah-tengah racing she pressed the button on the side of the binoculars, the lenses going stronger.
The lady in green was talking to a man on the counter, smiling and giving a motion of Penulisan something down into a piece of paper.
At the corner of the little girls eyes she saw a man dressed in all black carrying a small bag. It looked like it had something in it. He went inside the black van and had his hand pressed to something at the side of his head.
Suddenly a big alarm went off. Red alert.
Big cries came out, and the little girl saw the green lady slipping into the van, she had a big smirk on her face. Since the window was down, the little girl saw money changing hands.
The little girl cried out and her mom immediately came to her side.
She bought out her mini chalkboard and drew a van. The mom smiled and put it aside. The girl pointed out again and spelled out the vans licence plate number with her alphabet blocks.
The mom tidied them away and put on her kot and misunderstanding, thought her daughter wanted a walk.
The mother and child left the apartment and strolled outside.
News came out quickly, rushing shoppers telling everyone what happened and the owner of the jewellers hung his head down with sadness.
The newly designed kalung which came from all the sway from Fremantle Western Australia, made with newly finished opals and pearls was stolen.
The little girl thinking about the robbery cried, her nails digging in the inside of her palm.
It was than on that same hari that the little girl resolved to dispense the toddler talk and brush up on her language skills.
lebih importantly she set out her sights into becoming a detective.
Her name was Dana Kylie Gracias.
Her eyes followed traces of flying autumn leaves, rustling in the wind and dancing in the sky.
A big black van gave a big abrupt stop on the side of a jewellers shop
and an elegant lady dressed in green popped out and went inside.
The little girl who was watching had a little odd feeling, her hati, tengah-tengah racing she pressed the button on the side of the binoculars, the lenses going stronger.
The lady in green was talking to a man on the counter, smiling and giving a motion of Penulisan something down into a piece of paper.
At the corner of the little girls eyes she saw a man dressed in all black carrying a small bag. It looked like it had something in it. He went inside the black van and had his hand pressed to something at the side of his head.
Suddenly a big alarm went off. Red alert.
Big cries came out, and the little girl saw the green lady slipping into the van, she had a big smirk on her face. Since the window was down, the little girl saw money changing hands.
The little girl cried out and her mom immediately came to her side.
She bought out her mini chalkboard and drew a van. The mom smiled and put it aside. The girl pointed out again and spelled out the vans licence plate number with her alphabet blocks.
The mom tidied them away and put on her kot and misunderstanding, thought her daughter wanted a walk.
The mother and child left the apartment and strolled outside.
News came out quickly, rushing shoppers telling everyone what happened and the owner of the jewellers hung his head down with sadness.
The newly designed kalung which came from all the sway from Fremantle Western Australia, made with newly finished opals and pearls was stolen.
The little girl thinking about the robbery cried, her nails digging in the inside of her palm.
It was than on that same hari that the little girl resolved to dispense the toddler talk and brush up on her language skills.
lebih importantly she set out her sights into becoming a detective.
Her name was Dana Kylie Gracias.
Likes: Swords, animals, history
Best Friend: Blaine, Aryess
Loves: Aryess
Dislikes: Those who pick on the weak
Worst Habit: Too trusting
Personal Secret: I have very few scars
kegemaran Food: French bawang Soup, blueberry pancakes
kegemaran Color: Blue
Code Name: Lance?
Mentor/Inspiration: Arthur
Relations: Unaware of my birth parents
Base of Operations: Currently Nedora
Personal Home: Nedora
Occupation: Knight
Job: Knight
Team: None
What Symbolizes You: Excalibur. atau justice and loyalty
Biggest Regret: Not taking one hit...
Dream Career: Professor of Arthurian History.
Most baru-baru ini Nightmare: Realizing everything was a dream
Spirit Animal: Dog
Likes: Sweets
Best Friend: None
Loves: Heat
Dislikes: Cold
Worst Habit: Anti-Social
Personal Secret: I can dance really well
kegemaran Food: Creamed Spinach
kegemaran Color: Black
Code Name: Vixen
Mentor/Inspiration: Becca
Relations: None
Base of Operations: Resistance Headquarters
Personal Home: New York
Occupation: Mercenary
Job: Journalist
Team: Resistance
What Symbolizes You: Wind
Biggest Regret: Not falling in love
Dream Career: Travel writer
Most baru-baru ini Nightmare: Uhh...
Spirit Animal: Fox