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 Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 11:06 am
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 11:31 am
Hi, I am Marilyn Walker, I am just your average young female trying to make it big in today's world. People like to say that women have it easier now then back then, I like to think there wrong. There is so much pressure in today society on young women like me on how to look and act. Even though we have a lot more opportunity it has not made it easier on us. I frankly think that sometimes, we would be better off going back to being house wives. But only sometimes, I love my opportunities in life just as much as the next person and would not trade them for the world. It is a nice thought though. To think back to the older times, and see how much things have changed. Some for the better, and others for worse. We have come along way since back then, or at least that is what my mother says. Enough about this though let me introduce myself more properly.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 12:15 pm
The Important Stuff:
 Name: Marilyn WalkerNickname: "Tunies" to close friends only and family only. (Don't Ask, just accept)Gender:FemaleRace: Human [duh!]Born on: April 15thBorn in:Olympia,WashingtonAge: 21 of course! What do I look like 18!Hight: 5'8.5"Weight: If you must know it is 145lbs. Rude much!Hair Color: BlondEye Color: HazelShoe Size: 9 are you stalking me or something because thats just weird you want to know that.Bust: I'm not telling you pervert.Waist: If I must , 25"Hips: Really, 35"Dress Size: between an 8 and a 10Status: SingleSocial Status: Upper Middle Class
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 12:58 pm
Snapshot View of my Life  My Childhood: I spent the majority of my summers with my family on road trips. We loved to get away and just drive and see where the car would take us this time. As a result I have been almost every where in the USA that you could get to by car. When we were not taking road trips, we went to the beach, or local amusement park. If there is one thing I remember most about my childhood is the fun I had with my parents and older siblings.My Preteen Years: Those years where hard for me, I had just discovered boys, and had to deal with the changes my body was throwing my way. I would constantly get into fights with my parents, who where quick to put me back in my place. When I was not fighting with them, I was out with my friends. The bonds I had with my parents when I was younger all but ignored at times, as I began to try to figure out just who I was.My Teenage Years: When I was not sneaking out and going on dates, I had my nose in a book studying for the most part. When weekends came around though I was hardly seen usually taking off to whatever friends house I could get away with staying at. I began to become more independent from my parents. Even though I still liked going on vacation and road trips with them, I would dread it to. Who in there right mind whats to be holed up in a car with there parents for who knows how long. I loved going new places, but sometimes I just wish I could bring a friend along for company. Being the youngest my siblings had already moved out leaving me with no one to talk to for the majority of the trips.My Current Years: I have now moved out and am going to a local college. Even though I am a young adult I still live in the town I grew up in about fifteen minutes from my parents house. I go over and see them practically every Sunday and we eat lunch together and hang out for the afternoon and early evening. Now that I am older and away from home I find myself missing the times we had together, and wishingI could turn back the clock at times.For the most part I am happy with all I have achieved in my life at the moment.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 1:31 pm
My Personality Traits and More  What makes me happy: Almost anything. A good book, or a pretty day. It does not really matter it take a lot to get me down.What makes me sad: When friends move away, I like to be close to everyone I meet so when they go it is sad to me.What makes me angry: People looking down on me, I know I am not perfect, and at times I am naive but treat me with respect due to my age.My Favorite Food: ItalianMy Favorite Drink: Dr.Pepper, Tea, and WaterMy Favorite Sweet: Mint Chocolate Chip Ice CreamMy Favorite Colors:Blue, Green, Brown, and RedI do not Like: Cabbage, Coconut, and people treating me like a child.I do not Like: Loud people, people who can not control there anger, or talk to much.I do not Like: my hair up to often, dark colors, or the heat.I am afraid of: The darkI am afraid of: Being left alone in a place I do not know.I am afraid of: People not liking me, so I do my best to fit in around them. My Hobby is: Reading and WritingMy Favorite Type of Book: Fantasy, Adventure, Mystery.What I do in my Spare Time: Read, Write or Play Video games
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 8:44 pm
This is Where I Grew up  Needless to say I was a very outdoorsy kid.With all the mountains, and valleys, and hills to explore. What kid would not want to live here. We even on an occasion took horseback riding and skiing lessons. We went fishing, hunting, hiking, and camping. It was a blast growing up here. Waking up every morning to this sight is something I would not trade for the world. The weather could be unpredictable at times, but that was half the fun.I spent many lazy afternoons in the shade of a tree, book in hand just reading. It is probably one of the reasons I enjoy being outside almost as much as I enjoy being inside. Almost though. The only thing that gets me down about outside is the heat. To deal with this I mostly went out in the early mornings and evenings when I could get away with it. In the hot afternoon's I would spent my time inside, in the river, or in the shade as much as possible until they passed.
My mom always said she found it funny, for one that likes to go outside, you sure do get overheated, and sunburned easy. It was true too. I could go out in the afternoon, and in an hour my skin would start to turn pinkish red and I would start to feel sick if I was not careful. Other than sunburns and heat strokes my life was pretty much uneventful. It was a good childhood though, and because of backdrops like that is one reason I never left the town I grew up in.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 5:24 am
What is The Last Memory I Have Before I Woke:
 I was on my way to my history 1301 class I was taking at the local college. It was a clear sunny day and everything just seemed so up lifting. We got very few sunny days, and more cloudy days then not here. Anyways, I was on my way to class. The campus was not that crowded at this time in the morning. It was around 8 or so, and my class was at 9. I had wanted to arrive early to finish studying for a test we had that day. I remember thinking that there should be more people in the halls at this hour even though it was early. I hardly saw no one. Just two students a bit further down that was it.
Shrugging I sat down and pulled out my laptop, I keep all my notes there. I turned on my computer and thats when it happened. Instead of my normal Welcome screen there was a picture of the house revolving. I immediately freaked out wondering if I had some kind of strange new virus on my laptop.I bumped the mouse to see if I could get anything to come up and this man appeared on the screen, and the words "You have been invited" floated through my speakers. I had been invited? Invited to what!
I moved my mouse around again only to get the same message "You have been Invited" Frustrated I moved to reboot my laptop hoping that would work. It was then I felt a hand on my shoulder. Startled I jumped and looked up. It was one of the students from further down the hall, although something seemed a little off about him. Another hand clapped down on my other shoulder, it looked like they both where there. When had they gotten up?"Heheh, okay this is not funny any more" I said nervously."But you have been invited" he said his voice sounding like the one on my computer."And not attending is not an option" the other one said. I was beyond freaked out by now, I opened my mouth to scream. A hand quickly covered my mouth and I felt something stab into my arm. I struggled to get away but I was held onto tight. An icy sensation flooded my veins and my vision started to fade. I felt so tired.So, so tired.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 5:28 am
People I Have Met, And my Thoughts: I Just Met You:
Girl #1 (Rosabella Abandonato)
....She seems calm, commanding, and calculating. I wonder what her story is, she is defiantly not someone I would want to cross....
Boy #1 (Tarion)
....He acts all tough but he seems scared, I wonder how long he will last...
Girl #2 (Diviana Ishi Seong)
....She seems quite unless she has something to say....
Boy #2 (Troa)
....He seems very straight forwards, and also has a commanding persona....
I Like You:
-none-
I Don't Like You:
-none-
I am Afraid of You:
-none-
Is This Love:
-none-
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 7:49 am
POST STYLE [align=center][size=9][color=white]XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[/color][color=#E32636]|[/color][color=#FF007F]Moods:[/color][color=#E32636]More Than A Little Freaked Out |[/color] [color=#FF007F]Thoughts:[/color] [color=#E32636]Where the heck am I? |[/color] [/size][/align]
[align=center][size=18][color=white]XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[/color][u][color=#FF007F][b]Marilyn Walker[/b][/u][/color][/size]
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[size=18][color=#FF007F][b][i]W[/i][/b][/color][/size][size=10][color=#E32636][i]hat a strange dream[/i] was the first thing that rolled through her head as she began to become more coherent. Marilyn sat there as she patiently awaited for her head to clear some more. [i]I must of drank to much again[/i] was her the next thought as she felt her stomach lurch at the smell of food. Something about that seemed wrong, but at the moment she could not figure out why, she was concentrating more on controlling her stomach than anything else. As she shifted in her seat she felt the light fall and rustle of cloth that told her she was wearing a dress. Blearily she opened her eyes, and brought her hands down off the table to adjust the cloth. [i]Why am I wearing a dress?[/i] she could not remember changing out of her school clothes. Come to think of it where was she? Marilyn tried to focus on the room but all the different colors assaulted her senses and she closed her eyes again.[/color] [color=#FF007F][b][i]"You have been invited."[/b][/i][/color][color=#E32636] the words echoed around her head reminding her of that strange dream she had.
Slowly she opened her eyes again, relived that this time she could focus without feeling sick. The first thing that drew her eyes was the two large chandeliers hanging overhead. They looked to be made of some crystal type glass, and looked very expensive. Her eyes roamed down and she next examined the walls. They were tastefully decorated in her opinion, the mirrors making the room seem much larger than it was. As she stared at her reflection in the mirror she dimly noted that it way pulled back into some type of bun a few strands left free to dangle on the left side of her face. She was wearing light makeup and just enough color to highlight the dress she was wearing. It was a gorgeous, orange chiffon evening dress. It hung off her right shoulder the beaded with delicate looking stones in oranges and reds. It was plain for the most part except for the beads on the shoulder strap and under her bust line. What really made the dress was the multi play of colors. Differing shades of orange and white mixed together in a breath taking sun set type effect. It took her a while before she realized she did not own a dress like that.[/color][color=#FF007F][b][i]"You have been invited, and not attending is not an option"[/b][/i][/color][color=#E32636] the words the two boys spoke in her dream played through her head again. Only now Marilyn was starting to wonder if it had been a dream at all, but reality. She could feel her heart thud in her chest as she began to panic slightly. She glanced around the room and found other occupants sitting in the chairs beside and across from her. People who for the most part looked like they were slowly starting to come around. One girl sitting a little to the left on the opposite side of the table from her had even began eating. She recognized none of them though.
Just where was she and how did she get here? What had they drugged her with, and who where they to begin with. Her breath started to come faster and faster and shake a bit as the panic attack started to effect her body. When she realized what was happening, she had to force herself to take several deep breaths to calm down, but it was not easy. Eventually she managed to calm down though and reached for the glass of water by her plate and took a sip, and then another. When she began to feel more like normal, she looked around the room again. She had never been here before. Almost on auto pilot she reached out to serve herself some food and began to eat. While she ate she tried to absorb what had happened to her. She had obviously been kidnapped, although for what reason she did not know. Stomach now full she felt a little better but now she looked around the room wondering what was to happen next.[/color] [/size]
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Here is her dress if anyone is curious.
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