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Name (Full): Karissa Anne Hines, daughter of Aphrodite and descendant of Ares.
Nationality: Asian, Scottish, French.
Current Residence: Rhode Island
Years at camp: 2
Height: 5' 2"
Birthday: February 14 (Haha see what I did there? )
Eye Color: A deep sap green
Hair Color: Raven black (Super long and curly!)
Physical Description (be a little detailed at least): Tall, very thin. She is also curvy. Yes I did that on purpose, because of her parent.
Good Traits: Helpful, (especially when it involves helping people hook up.) Never gives up on anyone at all, Always has great beauty tips!
Flaws (The number of flaws must be at least half that of the number of good traits) : Falls for boys too easily, can be snobby and self centered, cries allot
Good Habits: Hygiene? Idk.
Bad Habits: twirls her fingers through her hair and often tugs it because her fingers are stuck.
Any weird habits?: Running her fingers through a
PGO Round 3 EpilogueKyoni trembled a bit. She was not supposed to see this she knew. But in a failed attempt to find where Wyatt was hiding her booze, she had stumbled across it. It was not hard however. She had opened the door to his room and it was sitting there on the bed... and Kyoni could not help but see what it was.
Now, as her eyes scanned over the thick black words her mind was all over the place. Each blue line on the paper made her even more confused as she read the words on them. She focused on little details on the paper, such as a wrinkle in the top corner. Why though, she did not know. Maybe she was just scared to keep reading. She knew if Wyatt walked in she should not be reading this.
'Its been a long time.' Who was this person anyway?
But now as she made her way through the lines, beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Dead. She was dead. Kyoni knew, everyone knew. She was dead... right? However as she saw the bottom. A signature in the same blac
A necklace for Kyoni responceKyoni walked down the empty hallway. Hardly anyone was awake this early in the morning. Kyoni however could not sleep that night, so as soon as the clock said six, she was up. She felt a cold, and unfamiliar feeling as her new golden Victini necklace bumped against her chest with each step.
She had dropped Dimi off to Wyatt, and made her way down the hall to her destination. As she walked she reached up to touch both the necklaces she wore. She had her mother's necklace, and now Micheal's. The necklace Micheal had given her was a bit smaller than her mother's, and Victini was stamped into a gold oval.
Last night when his brother had come to give it to her she did not know what to think. But once Kyoni had read the note, she burst into tears. Kyoni had honestly thought that Micheal hated her now. But she guessed this whole thing meant she was wrong. She had not completely lost someone she cared deeply for.
She finally found where she wanted to be, and pounded hard on Micheal's door. Whe
PainfulBright screens of lost words,
Blurred in my vision,
Then a wet streak,
Down my cheek,
And all is clear again.
What did I do?
Old and forgotten,
From a happy time,
Selfish and Naive,
What did I do?
Slam my fingers,
Anger in my brain,
Not even stopping,
To think at all,
Of what is being said,
What did I do?
In my world,
Trinkets and gems,
What did I do?
Again and again,
A clouded vision,
Rainbow lights in my eyes,
Pain now deep,
What did I do?
Now that you're gone,
The knife cuts deeper,
In your arm,
And mine is in the heart,
What did I do?
I did everything wrong,
All because of my mixed up mind,
And I missed you so.
Say GoodbyeAnother day with another hangover. 'Joy...' Kyoni thought, sitting up from her bed. Well today was Wednesday after all, so she was going to have a hangover. She showered and dressed, ready for the day.
She walked down the hall, sensitive to every noise. She got what she deserved, she knew. Not too long later she had her large coffee in hand, and she sprawled out on the couch. No one else was up this early, so she took advantage of being able to hog the whole thing.
She took a long sip of her coffee and sighed. If only life were easier, and her brain did not want so much damn alcohol. It was no wonder she never really won any battles, because all of her brain cells were most likely dead. She knew she had to stop drinking, but because she started when she was eighteen it easily became an addiction.
She probably sat a good two hours in the lounge before people showed up. And as usual, the first person was Micheal. "Good morning Ms. I look like shit."
"Hey!" She raised a middle
The Giver Chapter 24And on and on, back and back. The echo continued, getting quieter in Jonas' ears. The only thing he could still feel was the cold swarming around him, almost suffocating. He tried to think of warmth. Sunshine, even sunburn, but those were long gone now. All he could think of now was cold. Stinging painful cold.
Even with Gabe on his chest, Jonas felt nothing but the flurries of snow. They were like the bullets and gunshots from his memory of war. Cold cold cold. It seemed to be everywhere, and getting colder if that was even possible.
Then Jonas felt something engulf him. All around him, like a cloak of protection from anything bad or threatening. The echo had long faded, but now he heard more, a murmur of voices. He felt as if he were flying, but not on his own. He was being lifted higher and higher.
Am I dead? Jonas wondered. Am I going to heaven? Then he felt Gabe be taken from his arms. "No..." He murmured, but
A Note For MarisThe green haired girl clutched the goods in her hands. She was still confused by this whole situation, but she knew she still had to do it. In one hand was a bouquet of flowers, but not just any flowers. These were carefully selected and handpicked.
None of them really matched together, but the bouquet was still beautiful. With about ten different kinds of wildflowers, it was very unique. That was for sure. Tucked inside the flowers was an envelope, and the girl could only assume it was a love letter within it.
As the girl walked down the hallway, with her short hair bouncing as she quickened her pace, she felt a pang of jealousy. She wished young men would do this for her, court her. Bring her flowers. She always scared people away now, and despite her two best friends whom she now had feelings towards, she felt alone.
She had reached her destination, and with her free hand knocked on the door in front of her. The door opened and before her stood the person she had been loo
The Creation of Kyoni UPDATED!Kyoni was created a couple of years ago, when I was at LDS girls camp, back before I became a Christian. I was just sketching, and someone told me I dressed to obnoxious. So then I drew someone who looked more obnoxious than I did. I finished the pic, and this is what came out of it. http://seriia.deviantart.com/gallery/30320434?offset=72#/d2ygak8
Kyoni has evolved much since then as you can see.
Originally she was created for the soul purpose of "I want an OC for Brock!" So for a while I just had a fanfic going about that.
After a while I gave up on that. She was just to dull. So I sat down one day when I was depressed to come up with a good personality for her. Luckily, PGO came along, so I could use this personality.
Now, something you need to know, each and every one of my OCS I put a piece of my personality into them. For example, Hoseki cries allot, Seriia can be very shy, Aspen is ME.
But that day I was just to depressed.I could not come up with anything. So then I thought outsi
PGO round 3 part 4Kyoni woke up in a hospital bed. She tried to sit up right away, but soon a hand pressed her down.
"Take it easy, you just got your cast on." She turned to see Uncle Wyatt was the person with his hand pressed down on her.
"What are you talking about?" Kyoni demanded.
"You broke your arm and your collarbone." Wyatt replied.
When Kyoni looked, sure enough there was a cast, and a sling. "How-" Then she remembered. Then she paled. "Ares? Is he alright?!" Kyoni tired again so sit up.
"Hey, he is fine. You on the other hand, you got knocked out pretty bad. You've got a concussion. You got thrown down pretty hard. Kyoni what were you thinking? Jumping in front of your pokemon like that?!" Wyatt glared. "You scared the hell out of me!"
"I'm sorry, I need to see Ares."
Wyatt pushed her back down. "He is in the pokemon center on the top floor. You can't see him until I get some answers."
"I have none, now let me see my pokemon!"
"Nope. You gotta tell me."
"Why do you even care?" Again her effort
Don't go out into the woods, my child.
For Slenderman lives there, out in the wild
Do not ask why he lives in that place
It is mostly because he has no face.
He has long arms that grab you
And take you to a place that will fill you
With dread, and you will wish that
You were dead
Fear; An inevitable force of terror
Its power evolves throughout the world, in all different shapes, sizes, and forms
Fear is the very weakness of the human body that renders the movement, and functions of the human body, unstable
Fear is the very corruption in the dark corner of the mind, wanting to take control, so its vessel will fall to the very brink of madness
Fear is the very cancer flowing through the circulatory system, unleashing its deadly venom to cross through the veins
Fear is the very dark desire burning into the heart, building up, waiting, to carry out gruesome, unspeakable acts of violence
Without these things, fear, is obsolete, and will cease to exist
But this does not matter, for fear is an ongoing nature that we cannot destroy
And those who attempt to do so, will later be consumed by its horror
In the day or in the night,
You may find him round a corner.
He may be in plain sight,
Or hidden and waiting.
Under a light in the middle of the night,
You may see him in his coat so black,
Contrasting with his skin of white.
No eyes you'll see upon his face,
Though a grin or a sly smirk.
Approach him and offer a rose will he.
Deny the rose thee should.
Even though there is nothing you can do.
Take the rose and it'll end the same,
He'll take you,
He'll rape you.
You could try to resist his touch,
though this won't do much.
He'll just grin,
And invasive he'll be.
Depending his mood,
Depends your fate.
Good or bad,
Don't feel sad,
Don't you fret.
Just remember that if you see a man,
Be wary for he could be the Sexual Offenderman.
Poem - Ode to Soundwave
Monster Deep Inside
Somewhere deep inside,
Down beneath the hide,
Where soul and Spark have died.
I know my darker side.
Black face and hollow eyes;
It's truth within these lies,
For death and evil ties,
My Spark, for thee, thus dies.
This monster deep within,
Down beneath the skin,
For thee, my King, I sin,
And the darkness deep within.
Horror, here, in silence grows
An evil mind no one knows.
For thee, my King, my darkness shows,
Black o'er black, your sin bestows.
Somewhere deep inside,
A darkness lay in silent tide,
Until I can no longer hide
This roaring monster deep inside.
Cupcakes IICupcakes sweet and tasty
Cupcakes everyones favorite pastry
Come to my shop and let's have some fun
There won't be much left of you when I am done
HauntingHe’d seen her in the window,
In the mirror,
In the hall,
And little did he know,
She was not all.
He’s seen another,
In his room,
At the foot of the bed,
And again and again,
With violent visions in his head.
And screams of pain,
Help written on the wall,
He cried a plea,
No one believed him at all.
He saw the girl,
And her decease,
Within his dreams,
She cried out loud,
To horrible things.
His mind a rot,
Rocking back and forth,
Voices and screams,
Cutting his throat,
Deep in the seems.
He walked with the girl,
Hands tightly clenched,
Seeing all who grieved,
So he kept close,
To those who never believed.
You can see him now,
Line down his throat,
Hand pressed reaching out,
To those who learned,
To never doubt.
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