Post by dorcus on Aug 23, 2008 18:30:19 GMT -5
The Sorting Questions
The Basic Information
The Picture
The Scene
The Past
Ever since middle school age though, Irene seems to be having troubles. Boy troubles. Parent troubles. Friend troubles.
Mother;; Karen Hills
Father;; unknown
Sisters;; none
Brothers;; none
Keyword;;FUNNxx3xlove.
RP Sample;;
I paused, a slight breeze whipped my auburn hair into a frenzy. The Chicktoo woods were really erie at night. I stopped to listen; my footsteps cast crunch, crunch nioses on the leaves and somewhere, an owl hooted.
I shuddered; not from the cold night air but the feeling of the dark night, the feeling that something was not right.
My destination was a small cottage. It was run-down and very creepy looking but never the less, I loved it.
My cottage, my home, my sanctuary or sorts.
As I opened the door a warm aroma of baking bread hit me, it smelled delicious. It smelled like home. But something was not right, it felt wrong in the small room, it felt cold. Even though the fire was blazing and the oven was on.
A feeling of dread crept up my belly, its terrifying claws gripping at my heart. I turned, already anticipating the death blow. I knew I had been guilty, knew it, but still pushed the fact away. Pushed it away and ran, but now, here caught in this nightmare, I was prey. I was the rabbit, and he was the bear. The terror corsed through me, I turned ready to scream.
I shuddered; not from the cold night air but the feeling of the dark night, the feeling that something was not right.
My destination was a small cottage. It was run-down and very creepy looking but never the less, I loved it.
My cottage, my home, my sanctuary or sorts.
As I opened the door a warm aroma of baking bread hit me, it smelled delicious. It smelled like home. But something was not right, it felt wrong in the small room, it felt cold. Even though the fire was blazing and the oven was on.
A feeling of dread crept up my belly, its terrifying claws gripping at my heart. I turned, already anticipating the death blow. I knew I had been guilty, knew it, but still pushed the fact away. Pushed it away and ran, but now, here caught in this nightmare, I was prey. I was the rabbit, and he was the bear. The terror corsed through me, I turned ready to scream.
