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Pretty Vicious; [cough]Amazing[/cough]
Topic Started: Sep 22 2009, 09:52 PM (201 Views)
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Well, look whose a smarty pants with smart pants!
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Username: Pretty Vicious
Preferred Name: Shay
Age (optional): 19
Years role-playing: 7 1/2
Favorite Genre: Vampire, Infected (yeah, zombies), and fanfic boards.
Least favorite genre: Underworld and shit like barbie fanfic sites.
Anything you’d like to add: Not really ^_^ I'm mad coolz though,... promize.


Role-playing Sample:
"I'll see you later then, Mark." The saccophany of bells sounded just after the thud of a heavy door being closed, a dark haired guy sitting at a desk waving to the one who'd just left. Simone left the door unlocked for Mark to lock behind himself when he finally went home that evening, he sometimes stayed later than the others to complete stenciles for appointments the following day or to elaborate on ideas he had for future tattoos for himself. He was strangely committed like that, but he was a good guy nonetheless. The redhead stepped into the dimly lit parking lot of the tattoo parlor where she worked and found that aside from a few other cars, her navy blue Dodge Neon was the only one present. It was a piece of shit, to be honest, but the little car was cheap and got her from point A to B without too much trouble. The girl pulled her leather vest and light green plaid shirt a little tighter around her thin frame as a wet breeze caught in the air and swooshed passed. It had been raining for two straight days and finally let up a few hours before, so the cool breezes and sweet rain scent hung in the air, but it was nippy for a girl who hated it cold.

Simone walked across the small parking lot, stepped up to her little car and just when she reached out to unlock the door, put her left converse into a four inch puddle of water that had accumulated outside the driver's side door. "Fuck me runnin'! Christ, can't a girl get a break?" Shaking her soaked foot much like a cat, the girl opened the door and crawled in, taking off her shoe to dry in the passengers seat while she drove. "Unbelievable. First Darcy bails and I have to pick up the slack. Then Amelia throws up on her goddamn stenciles so I had to redraw the ones I could manage - I just... Gah!" It had been an abnormally bad day for the nineteen year old and she was still feeling the day's frustrations. If not for Mark and the extra hand that came in from their sister shop, Dave, she would have gone crazy and possibly gotten fired. She banged her fist on the steering wheel as she sped off into the empty night street of Levittson, bearing a right towards her apartment.

After a few blocks she remembered something Mark had said on their miniscule break about taking an easier way home. As opposed to taking the highway, then driving fifteen minutes away from home to get to an access road that would finally take her in the right direction. It was the route she'd become accustomed to and could drive in her sleep, but if she could get home a whole ten minutes earlier like Mark had said; perhaps it would be worth investigating. When Simone came upon a secondary street marked 'Blue Ramps Rd' she bore the left sharply and sped down the street, her hazel-brown eyes adjusting to the changing light as the street lights popped up sporadically on the road's edges then disappeared altogether. "Didn't mention that tidbit, Mark." She mumbled sarcastically, shaking her head and flipping on the high beams. Now, she was already about four miles down the strange new road when she lost the benefit of street lights and had to flip on her high beams. And when she did, the sight that she saw caught her so off guard she paniced.

Just coming across the cracking pavement of the road was a large wolf, dark brown in color, it's green eyes bearing into the oncoming car with something she considered momentarily to be akin to a 'bring it on' kind of additude. The redhead paniced at the reminder that hitting a wolf was now considered a form of negligent vehicular manslaughter because of lycans, or werewolves, and she would go to jail. Simone's mind went through panic over many different things at once and her foot reacted, unfortunately it was the wet one she'd dunked in the puddle at work and it slipped off the break and jabbed against the gas. To counter the feau pa, she turned the wheel abruptly to the right. The diversion from the road led her down into a deep ditch on the side of the road and the right front corner of her Neon slammed into a tree, her head meeting sharply with the steering wheel.

Seconds passed like hours as Simone's head swam and she tried to regain her bearings. The area she'd driven into to avoid the wolf was dark so she couldn't see anything aside from the tree and part of the muddy embankment she was lodged in where the head lights flickered. "Shit." The word was whispered as her hand made its way to her forehead up near her hairline, the pale back of her hand coming back into sight with blood on it. "Ohh, crap. Nice air bag." She hadn't been buckled so the slam into the steering wheel had been violent, especially with the lack of air bag deployment, leaving her head swimming and her chest burning. It took her a few moments of registering what had happened before Simone peered down at the blurry clock flashing from the radio - she'd been out for two minutes. "Wonder if there's a lycan-related accident clause in my stupid insurance." The redhead grumbled to herself, her brain pounding in her skull as if it were trying to escape.

She searched through the car with blurry vision trying to find her left shoe she'd put on the passenger's seat when she finally said, "Screw it." and attempted to open her door. It was jammed a little and she fought with it, exhausted, for a moment before it finally gave way and she was allowed to leave the junked vehicle. As Simone took in the dark surroundings she sighed and brushed back her orange-red hair that stuck to the blood oozing from her head wound. Walking into the middle of the street, ignoring the mud and cracked pavement beneath her sock covered left foot, Simone unzipped and removed her leather vest to try and get fresh air against her burning chest. She looked up into the night sky between the canopy cover of trees on either side of the road and noted hazily it was a waxing, but not full moon. "You asshole! It's not even a full moon! What are you doing out here?" The nineteen year old's voice rang off the openness of the road and by the time her question was posed she was whispering and holding a hand over her right ear that buzzed painfully.

Something behind her growled and when the redhead turned to face it, she was overcome by the large wolf barreling toward her and knocking her down. Her already swimming head smacked against the pavement with a sickening crunch that felt like it blinded her momentarily, small stars floating into existence before her. They landed against the road, the huge wolf atop her, biting and clawing her arms and face. "Get off me!!" Forgetting the pain in her head and ears, Simone screamed against the brutal attack and did her best to fight off the wolf by kicking and thrashing about while trying to cover her face from the barrage of scratches it recieved. "HELP!" In a matter of seconds the beast had done enough damage to her forearms and face that she belted out a blood-curddling scream once more before the beast stood atop her with its front paws and bore into her left arm, green plaid sleeve and flesh forcefully. The act was excrutiating enough so that all Simone could do was cry out breathlessly and try to turn away and wriggle out of the thing's grasp, but she didn't have the strength. It weakened her enough to get in and wrap its powerful jaws around her throat. It was going to deliver the death blow and all Simone's mind could focus on was the mind-numbing pain before finally she passed out, not taking into any consideration that she might not live through her first real encounter with a transformed lycan.
[align=center]I'm in love with her... But I only know her name... And to her I don't exist...
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[align=center]Live each day like it's your last...[/align]

[align=right]Because it very well could be...[/align]
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