Jessica Michelle Sebran

[The Resting Wolf]

Hi, my name is Jessica Michelle Sebran(see-bra-on), but you can call me Jess, Jessi, Michelle, and anything else non-insultive.
I really owe my life to Wait and Hope.
I am a 18 year old heterosexual Female Human.
I am studying computer programming.
People tend to describe me as rather shy around new people. If she knows you she is really strange, hyper, and bouncy. I fit in well and am not hard to notice, I just seem really quiet at first.
It's probably because I have had to move a lot as a child and never really gotten the chance to know people until my last home. Now I have six good friends, but again I am in a new place. My parent died when I was 12, but I did not like them anyway and my grandmother raised me. She was a traveler and I have been almost anywhere at least once in my life for at least a few days. This being so there is not much I can tell you about any of the locations I have been too. I am so tire of moving, I hope to settle here for at least several years with my close friends.
I never leave home without my clothing.
Oh! One more thing! I took on my grandmothers last name when my parents died.
Photo: I am invisible.  

[The Resting Wolf]

>Scalpel< A Horror Story (Forum)

HISTORY(pictures have been removed for space purposes, her posting style can be viewed under the TESTING thread)

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Jessica tornadoed through the door, soaked and loud. "Hey guys!!" Voice echoed through the empty space in the old house. Shaking her head water flew all over the foyer around her. Thunder crashed behind her and lighting lit the dim room. Most of her luggage was still in her truck to keep from being waterlogged. She was late and the vehicles outside told her almost, if not all, the others were already here. In her hand was a cat carrier housing a large Russian Blue and all his stuff. The tom was not happy about the travel and low growls were being emitted from the depths of the depths of the cage.

Bouncing up the stairs Jessica burst into the room she was sharing with Naomi, she had been in the place once before, and stopped. Jessica had forgotten how compulsively neat her friend was. How she did not know, but she had. Dropping Mark on her bed, carrier and all she bounded across the room to envelope her friend in a hug. She was so excited about all this. Here they were, in the same house, a nice house, going to college!!

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essica was in the restroom, taking a shower, when a heavy thud resounded throughout the old building. The storm had finally let up and she planned on getting her stuff out of her truck as soon as she finished up here. However scampering feet made a change in her decision. Shutting off the shower she could hear muffled voices, they sounded worried. After toweling off just enough to pull her pajamas on she darted down the corridors to the source of all the commotion.

Wade's and Ryan's room. Standing in the middle of the floor was Naomi...holding Wade. The boy was in awful condition. Dripping water from her hair to the floor, emerald eyes darted around the room taking in the scene. When her gaze landed on a cut extension cord dangling from the ceiling fan her facade twisted even more, if it was possible, in horror.

"D-did he try to kill himself?" Jessica stammered gesturing towards their friend.

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Jessica regained composure, she was a bit of a ditz, but usually the calm in an emergency kind. Pushing her way through the others she found herself next to Naomi as she began to administer CPR. Above them glass shattered and her head jerked upward, but they could worry about that later. Kneeling next to Naomi she took her turn at pumping his chest, that hurt your wrists, it was always useful to have assistance.

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Jessica let up as Wade came roughly too. He was panicked and taking in everything at once. "Wade? Wade?!" Jessica called trying to pull his attention span back to par. "It's okay, we're here now." She said with a gesture to Lizzie, herself, and the rest of their friends crowded in the room and doorway. "Whatever it is, we can help." Looking at the marks on his neck she tried not to flinch. He was such a nice guy, so friendly. What could have caused him to revert to this?