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 Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 5:07 pm
Hello, this is where I'll be posting my profiles and posting styles for my characters. Feel free to take a look at them but please do not post or steal. I've worked hard on my posting layouts and my profiles. If you wish to use something you see here, please ask permission first. Thank you very much!
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 5:44 pm
 THE GENERAL INFORMATION
➸ HAD IT SINCE BIRTH
Margaret Katherine Prince
➸ EVERYONE CALLS ME
Margaret or Maggie
➸ I'VE BEEN AROUND MANY YEARS
Twenty-two
➸ EVERYONE HAS A SPECIAL DAY
September 14th
➸ I THINK IT'S OBVIOUS
Female
➸ ONLY HAVE EYES FOR THEM
Straight
➸ THEIR BLOOD RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS
My family is all dead
WE'RE IN THE FIGHT OF OUR LIVES
➸ I'M ALSO REFERED TO AS
The New Fighter
➸ EVERYONE HAS THEIR PLACE
Fighter
➸ CAN'T GET THROUGH WITHOUT THEM
No one yet, I've just joined the 2nd Mass
➸ YET THEY SLOW ME DOWN
The Prisoner of War
The Prisoner of War's gang
Skitters and Mechs
➸ I'D GIVE MY LIFE FOR THEM
No one
NOT EVERYTHING IS FOR WAR
➸ I JUST CAN'T RESIST
+ Guns
+ Weapons
+ Killing Skitters
+ Motorcycles
+ Being alone
+ Being apart of the 2nd Mass
+ Nightime
+ Knives
+ Fighting
+ Loyalty
+ Being strong
+ Hard work
+ Challenges
+ Training
+ Proving myself
➸ DON'T CARE FOR THOSE
- The Prisoner of War
- The Prisoner of War's gang
- Skitters
- Mechs
- Hospitals
- People [At times]
- Criminals
- Betrayal
- Failure
- Men [At times]
- Talking about herself
- Weak people
- Being vulnerable
- Being underestimated
- Giving up
- Standing on the sidelines
➸ FEARS WILL ONLY SLOW ME DOWN
X Death
X Being raped again
X Being captured by the Skitters
➸ EVERYONE'S GOT A MELODY
What I've Overcome --- Fireflight
Stand in the Rain --- Superchick
Stand My Ground --- Within Temptation
Play On --- Carrie Underwood
Lessons Learned --- Carrie Underwood
Unbreakable --- Fireflight
Me Against the World --- Simple Plan
I Will Not Bow --- Breaking Benjamin
➸ DON'T TRY TO CHANGE ME
> Fearless <
> Strong <
> Tough <
> Fighter <
> Tomboy <
> Determined <
> Brave <
> Distant <
> Distrusting <
> Loyal <
> Trustworthy <
> Strong-willed <
> Independant <
> Guarded <
➸ LIFE BEFORE IS ONLY A MEMORY
Maggie grew up in a broken household. Her father left when she was young and she grew up with her mother and older brother. Her mother worked almost 24/7 so Maggie was normally left on her own. She took care of herself when her brother couldn't. As she grew older, she didn't spend time with the best group of kids. She caused trouble at school but passed with fairly high grades. Her brother, by then, had left home and it was just Maggie and her mother. She hadn't heard from her father since he left and had long since gotten over him leaving. She didn't evne know him so she doesn't really care for him. All she knows about him is his name since her mother didn't have any pictures of him. She was an outsider at school and normally caused trouble just for the fun of it. When she was about 16, she was diagnosed with cancer. She spent most of her time in the hospital and got to know the nurses well since they were mainly her company. She sometimes spent time in the nurses' locker room during their breaks. The cancer was bad and the doctor gave her a 50% chance of survival. Maggie stayed in the hospital for a little over two years. Miracleiously, she managed to survive and was soon able to live a normal life. Her hair, which she had lost during her fight with cancer, slowly regrew until it was back to the length it once was. She went back to living her life the way she had, however she valued life a lot more after almost experiancing death. She still didn't hang out with the best crowd of kids and soon knew where all the drug dealers kept their stash, this turned out to be good knowledge during the invasion.
Her life was fairly normal until the aliens invaded six months ago. Maggie had been living on her own for a few months and had kept in contact with her older brother. She was returning home when the aliens attacked. Her brother was killed in the first wave of the attack. He had been in the army and was at base when they were destroyed by the aliens. Maggie had been on the phone with him when it happened. They had been discussing her brother's plans to come visit for the weekend when the Skitters bombed the base. Her brother had been the only family Maggie had ever felt close to and it caused great pain to know he was dead. She figured her mother had died when the aliens first attacked but she isn't sure. She had lost contact with her mother ever since she survived her cancer. Her brother, however, had been there for her since she had been a little kid and to actually hear him die from the other end of the phone, hurt. Maggie stayed on her own since then, fending for herself during the invasion. She did a fairly good job since not getting killed or captured by the aliens was a big reward. About three months after the attack, Maggie was cornered by a Skitter when The Prisoner of War saved her. By then, things had been getting tough especially finding food and supplies to live on. So, when The Prisoner of War offered to take her back to his gang, Maggie didn't think twice. It wasn't the smarest move. The gang was made up entirely of criminals, all who were men. It wasn't the best enviorment to be the only women in. She had barely been there a week when one of the members raped her. After that night, she wasn't treated very well in the gang. She was constantly harassed by the others and was sexually assulted a few more times. At first, she was tempted to just shoot herself and get it over with but she pushed through, determined not to let them win. Soon, the need to shoot herself turned around and she felt a need to put a bullet through everyone of them. However, Maggie restrained herself and pushed through the living hell. However, the three months she spent with The Prisoner of War and his gang did leave some more emotional scars to the young woman.
About six months after the attack, a small team from the 2nd Mass infiltrated an armory where a few members of the gang had been. It was very unfortunate to the 2nd Mass members since they were captured by the gang members and brought back to the head quarters, which happened to be an abandoned school. There was six of them, an adult male who appeared to be their leader, a teenage boy, a teenage girl, and three other men, one of whom was killed before they were captured. Maggie mainly kept in the shadows until The Prisoner of War called her forward to escort the leader of the group's son back to the 2nd Mass with their demands. When he returned shortly later with a women that claimed she was a doctor, capable of healing the gang's injured member, Maggie led them back to the group as The Prisoner of War went to confront the 2nd Mass with most of the gang, leaving only Maggie, the injured member, and one other. The onyl advantage they had was that they were armed and the 2nd Mass group wasn't. She had been perfectly fine sitting around and waiting until the injured member started making comments toward the female member of the 2nd Mass group. In the end, Maggie ended up shooting both him and the other gang member in the room and helping the 2nd Mass group escape. She wasn't quiet sure how The Prisoner of War was captured but, in her mind, he got what he deserved. She joined the 2nd Mass shortly after that and became a fighter for them. Her time in the gang wasn't all a waste, though it was hell. She learned how to ride a motorcycle very well and is as familiar with a gun as most girls are with a credit card. She knows most of the members of the 2nd Mass don't trust her but she doesn't let it get to her. Now, she's just taking it one day at a time.
➸ MY COMMANDING OFFICER
Memories in the Mist
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Memories in the Mist Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 12:39 pm
xxWhere are the people that accused me? xxxxThe ones who beat me down and bruised me xxxxxxThey hide just out of sight xxxxCan't face me in the light xxThey'll return but I'll be stronger Margaret Rachel Storm  I'm not what I have done, I'm what I've overcome God, I want to dream againxx
Take me where I've never beenxxxx
I want to go there, this time I'm not scaredxxxxxx
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakablexxxx
No one can touch me, nothing can stop mexx Lets Get Down to Basics XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I've had it since birth
Margaret Rachel Storm
Though I prefer to be called
Margaret, Maggie, Storm
I've been around for some time now
Twenty
Isn't it obvious?
Female
 I'm also known as
Miss Mind Reader
My abilities are unique
I have various telepathic abilities. These include, mind reading, seeing others memories when I touch them, and others. I am also super smart.
Rookie Agent
The one in my heart
No one
Their blood flows through me
My family is all dead to me A Little Deeper In XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX My favorite!
+ Guns
+ Fighting
+ Training
+ Knives
+ Weapons
+ Challenges
+ Anything dangerous
+ Taking risks
+ Getting dirty
+ Getting into sticky situations
+ Making things up as she goes
+ The unknown
+ Her powers
+ Loyalty
+ Exercising
+ Sparring
+ Life or death situations
+ Barely escaping death
+ Interrogating suspects
+ Rebellion
+ Doing things her own way
+ Breaking the rules
+ Annoying people
+ Making people nervous with her dangerous stunts
+ Taking charge
+ Being in control
+ Leading the way
+ Computers
+ High tech gadgets
+ Working solo
+ Going undercover
+ Hard cases that seem impossibel to solve
+ Going rouge during missions
+ Missions
+ Doing wild and dangerous things
+ Being alone
+ Dark colors (Black, navy, etc.)
+ Taking down the target
+ Thinking on her feet
+ Nighttime
+ Motorcycles
+ Being strong
+ Not following orders
No thank you!
- Failure
- Not catching the target
- Following orders
- Rules, orders, and procedure
- People (sometimes)
- Men (sometimes)
- Being kicked off a case
- Being told what to do
- The other agents (sometimes)
- Betrayal
- Getting hurt (physically and emotionally)
- Being stuck inside
- Her family
- Lazy people
- Know It Alls
- Jerks or stuck up people
- The targets/bad guys
- People who always follow the rules
- Being judged
- Being punished for not following orders
- Hospitals
- Talking about herself
- Weak people, cowards, and liars
- People that try to change her
- Being vulnerable
- Being underestimated
- Giving up
- Dead ends
- Standing on the sidelines
Get it away, please!
X Getting killed during a mission
X Being betrayed by those close to her
X Losing who she is inside
X Being raped again
X The truth about her step-brother's murder being revealed
Check out the pictures
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Can you hear it?
I Will Not Bow --- Breaking Benjamin
Iron --- Within Temptation
Headstrong --- Trapt
Life Starts Now --- Three Days Grace
Never Too Late --- Three Days Grace
Night of the Hunter --- 30 Seconds to Mars
One-X --- Three Days Grace
Play On --- Carrie Underwood
See Who I Am --- Within Temptation
Stand My Ground --- Within Temptation
Time of the Dieing --- Three Days Grace
Until the End --- Breaking Benjamin
What I've Done --- Linkin Park
What I've Overcome --- Fireflight
Unbreakable --- Fireflight
Stand in the Rain --- Superchick The Inside Story XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I'm not all I appear to be
Maggie is not someone you want to mess with. She's very tough and strong and won't take anything lying down. She's a fighter all the way and can often appear cold to strangers. She's very guarded about herself and rarely lets people in. She keeps herself hidden to the world. To most, she's like a big mystery that can't be solved, which doesn't bother her. She doesn't trust people very easily and not even the other agents can say they have her full trust. She values their skills but, even if they do, she doesn't consider them close friends, if they are friends at all. She can be sharp-tongued and outspoken, often saying things before thinking them through. She isn't afraid to speak her mind and, when she does, she doesn't care if her words hurt people, as long as they are the truth. She prefers to be alone then around crowds of people and works much better on her own. She has always been independent and loves to go rouge during missions and do things her own way. She's very rebellious and hates following rules, even for a mission. She loves to think outside the box and just do her own thing, however that ends up getting her into trouble with the other agents. However, no matter how many times she's reprimanded for going rouge and not following order, Maggie will never change herself. She is confident of who she is and won't let anyone change it. She rarely follows procedure but things almost always turn out the way she wants. Like she hates following order, Margaret hates not being the leader during a mission. She doesn't like others telling her what to do and can be extremely stubborn during those situations. Maggie is also very good at hiding her emotions like fear, pain, happiness, and love. She normally has a straight face (or poker face) on and that rarely changes since she rarely smiles. She's also a risk taker and loves anything dangerous. She normally makes people nervous when she does something risky or dangerous during a mission, especially when it can endanger others. However, Maggie always knows what she’s doing, if it doesn't look like it. Before she got her powers, Maggie wasn't the smartest person in the world. She was just... average. Even though she nearly failed high school. However, since she has gotten her powers she has become super smart and is now extremely intelligent. To sum her up, Margaret Storm is a rebellious, strong-willed, guarded young woman who will fight until her dying breath.
Opening the book
Maggie grew up in New York City with her mother and father. Her mother worked for a fashion magazine while her father was a police officer. Ever since she was a little girl, Maggie was always closer to her father. He was her role model in life and the two were very close. Nearly every second that her father wasn't on the job, he was spending time with her. Her mother was at work all day and often had parties to attend at night, so when her father was at work Maggie had the house to herself. The family lived in a penthouse in the city in a fancy apartment building. It was spacious and Margaret had the company of the maids and her nanny when she was little but the young girl always preferred to be on her own. The only day she was never home alone was on Sundays, when her father always made sure he didn't have to go to the station. It was their day to spend together and do whatever they wanted to. Since her mother was so high up in the fashion business, she rarely had days off and even when she did it wasn't the same as when her father was off work. The main reason Maggie felt closer to her father was that he understood her better than her mother. Her mother was always trying to get Maggie to go out shopping or do other girly things that she had no interest in. Ever since she was little, Maggie was a tomboy and her father understood that. That was why when she was eight, her father taught her how to fire a gun. It took some practice but, by the time she was ten, she could fire a gun perfectly and she became as comfortable with it as most girls were with a credit card. Maggie loved her life but we all know good things don't last forever.
It happened when she was fourteen. For the past few years, her parents had been having problems with each other. They tried to hide it from her, but Maggie knew better. She could hear them screaming at each other late at night when they thought she was asleep. The environment at their house was filled with a lot of tension and it wasn't the nicest place to be. This often drove Maggie to spend her time away from the apartment when she knew her parents would be home. She had never fit in at school in the first place so she didn't hang out with the best kids. She spent most of her time out on the streets with a group of high school teens. It was a mixed group of guys and girl and Maggie was quickly accepted, even if she was a few years younger than the others. Most of the kids were drop-outs but that didn't bother Maggie. As long as she didn't have to deal with her parents then that was okay. Besides, it wasn't like she planned to drop-out of school like the other kids. They were just there to keep her mind off of her family life. She didn't smoke or take drugs like the rest of them, in their eyes she was like their little sister. At least that was what Maggie assumed. Her time with the gang was always when Maggie felt her best. They were rebels, just like her, and they were all fighters. So what if they weren't the greatest kids, they were the closest thing Maggie had to friends. However, it didn't change anything at home. When Maggie was fourteen, her parents finally split up for reasons unknown to Maggie. She never knew what they were fighting about and she honestly didn't care. In truth, Maggie wasn't worried about the divorce. She knew her father would make sure to take her with him and everything would be okay. However, that wasn't how it worked out. Her father didn't even try to get custody of her and gave up all his visitation rights as well. Maggie never knew his reasons for it but she's hated the man ever since he abandoned her. This left Maggie with her workaholic mother and what was soon to be the worst years of her life.
Her mother had been able to keep the apartment so they didn't have to move, which Maggie was grateful for. Her mother still worked all the time so Maggie spent most of her time with the gang when she wasn't at school. She honestly didn't mind it all that much and didn't miss her mother. She took care of herself and even ended up firing the maids and her nanny, whom her mother had kept to watch over her. she enjoyed being alone in the apartment without anyone and taking care of herself. She still kept practicing her aim with her gun, but never went to the police station anymore since she didn't want to run into her father. So, she spent her time shooting old cans and bottles in an alley with her friends. She was the best shooter out of them all, even though she was the youngest in the group. For the first few months, life wasn't as bad and Margaret had expected. Her mother mainly stayed out of her way and they only saw each other every now and then. She still hated her father was just leaving her behind but she didn't hate her life with her mother. However, then Richard came into their lives. Her mother had been single for only a few months when she started to date again. Richard had been a man that she had met during a business meeting and things just took off from there. Margaret had thought, and hoped, nothing would become serious but it soon did. Before Maggie knew it, her mother was engaged and was getting ready to be remarried. Maggie never really met Richard until he asked her mother to marry him but something just told her she wouldn't like him. She wasn't wrong. He was a very lazy, stuck-up rich man that had very low views on women. The two met a few months before the wedding and it was clear that neither of them liked each other. Richard seemed to disapprove everything about Maggie and vice versa. Her mother was completely love-struck and Maggie knew there was no way she could reason with her mother or talk her out of the marriage. The two were married when Maggie was almost sixteen and that was when Maggie met Jake, Richard's son and her step-brother. He seemed like an okay kid but it was clear that he was his father's pride and joy, the golden child.
Shortly after the marriage, Maggie was forced to move away from her beloved city to Washington D.C., where Richard and Jake lived. Maggie hated the move but, since she was only sixteen, there was nothing she could do about it. They actually had a house in the city and a fairly large one. Her step-father was actually in charge of a large company in the city, but Maggie could care less. She was more upset about leaving her friends behind and coming into the strange city. The strange thing was, her step-brother, Jake, always seemed to be around her. It didn't matter what she was doing, he always seemed to be there. He also always called her Maggie, never Margaret even though that was what her mother and step-father called her. Honestly, Maggie could care less about her step-brother and found it very annoying that he was always around. She was an independent girl and didn't need a shadow in her life. She never ended up making friend in her new town since they were all, in her mind, stuck-up, snotty rich kids who thought the world revolved around them. So Margaret became an outsider, not that she cared since there was no way she'd change herself for them. Life at home wasn't that much better since her step-father hated her and she hated her, this caused her slight relationship with her mother to become even rockier.
Unlike the city, Maggie had no escape from her family life so she mainly kept herself locked in her room for most of the day. The only place that Maggie could actually relax was the gym. She often went there every day for a long time just to work out or spar with anyone who wanted to get their butt kicked. She was merciless when she fought but, of course, was safe never to permanently injure them. Not that she ever went easy on anyone. The gym was Maggie home away from home. She spent hours on end there just trying to clear her head and calm down. It rarely worked but it kept Maggie out of the house and away from Jake, which was good enough for her. She was really starting to get annoyed at how her step-brother acted around her when they were alone. He was a perfect gentleman when her mother and Richard were around but he changed when they were alone. She couldn't talk with her mother about it since their relationship was almost nonexistent and Richard was just hopeless. So Maggie was stuck with dealing with her step-brother on her own.
Everything started when Maggie turned seventeen. Her step-brother had been hanging around her much more often and often tried to get a little too close to her then Maggie thought was right. She thought he was just trying to scare her, or was joking around, little did she know that he wasn’t joking at all. The first time it happened was when her mother and step-father were out of town for business. The two were alone and Jake managed to corner Maggie in his room. She hadn't realized what was happening until he had pinned her down and the rest was a blur. This continued every time both their parents where away and Maggie hated every moment of it. She remembered Jake saying her liked her because she was a fighter and hard to hold down. She always responded by telling him to go to hell. She always tried to be out of the house when their parents weren't home but Jake normally found a way to prevent her from leaving. This hell continued for almost a year and Maggie hated every second of it. She completely despised Jake but knew if she did anything he'd lie and tell Richard and her mother that it had been her trying to get together with him. Since Jake was, of course, the golden child Margaret knew her mother and step-father would believe him over her and she'd end up getting punished. So Maggie, true to her nature, pushed through but never backed down. It did affect other areas of her life. She began failing school and sometimes wouldn't go for multiple days. She ended up barely passing senior year and was only accepted into a few colleges, even though her grades before that year had been good. Maggie didn't care since she just wanted to escape her life and would go anywhere to get out of the house she was currently living in. However, things didn't end up going according to plan.
It was the summer after her graduation and her mother and step-father had left town to go on a private vacation for two weeks. It was during those two weeks that Margaret finally snapped. It had been almost a year and a half of torture and, even though she was strong, there was only so much one girl could take. So one night when Jake came into her room, Maggie waited patiently until he was close enough before shooting at him. Her aim was head on and her step-brother was dead before he even hit the ground. Her plan, originally, had been to scare him off but then the anger took over and she ended up shooting him directly in the chest. She was horrified at first, since she didn't want to go to jail, but she quickly calmed herself down and thought of a plan. It actually worked to her advantage that no one else was even in town and that no one knew what was truly going on between her and her step-brother. That way, no one would think she had any motive to kill him. So, Maggie went outside and quickly smashed the window leading into her room, to make it look like a break in. She then returned to her room, took her gun, and shot herself in the thigh. It hurt like hell but Maggie knew she had to make it look like she was also a victim. She called the police right away and they were there in an instant. She was rushed to the hospital and her mother was contacted immediately. Her injury wasn't too serious and all she was left with was a scar where the bullet had gone it.
Her mother and step-father arrived the next day and her step-father demanded to know what had happened. She hadn't been questioned by the police yet, since she had been rushed right into surgery, and had had time to fully prepare her story. She explained to her parents and the cops that she had been relaxing in her room when the window was smashed and a figure dressed in black came through it. He aimed to shoot her but Jake came in at that moment and he shot him instead. She went on to explain that she had then jumped up to protect herself and got into a struggle with the man, ending with him running off and her being shot. She also made sure to tell them that the figure had used her gun as a weapon since it was within in his reach but had dropped it before he left. Maggie was very grateful that the police seemed to believe her but Richard was another story. He seemed set on the fact that she had killed Jake because she was jealous of him, but he was quickly silenced by the cops and her mother. Maggie left the hospital the next day with instructions to let her broken leg heal and to just take it easy. She was forced to attend her step-brother's funeral but left home as soon as her leg was healed. She moved into her own one room apartment on the other side of the city and tried to move on with her life. She was very relieved when her mother contacted her to tell her that the police had closed the case since all leads led to a dead end. Maggie was thankful but still worried that the case would one day be reopened and the truth would be revealed.
Maggie never ended up going to college. She spent almost a year going from job to job, just getting by. Ever since her step-brother's death, she hasn't heard a word from her mother or step-father. She knows that her step-father believes she killed Jake and, while she'd never admit it, Margaret knows that her mother wishes that she would have died instead of Jake. So Maggie didn't even bother to contact them. When she was nineteen, Maggie applied for a job at the White House. It wasn't a big job, just security, but it turned into something larger. Instead of being sent to the heads of security, Margaret was sent to an agency that took on highly dangerous missions and worked in between all the known agencies of the government. They were like spy, well not like, they were. That was the first time Maggie met the McKinley family, or at least the parents. They told her about the agency and explained that they were interested in having her join them. Maggie was hesitant at first but soon accepted the offer. She has never regretted that decision. Maggie was slowly introduced to the other rookie agents and they all seemed like good people, yet Maggie was always the outsider of the group. She didn't get involved with all their activities nor did she spend all her time with them. She was guarded and she had her walls built high and strong. She refused to let anyone in and would sometimes snap at the other agents if they wouldn't get the picture. She didn't mean to be rude but she didn't want to get hurt again. However, Margaret never let anyone know this. She kept on a strong front and never let her guard down or her emotions show. She may have been the outsider of the group, but she was just as strong as them all.
Her life at the agency wasn't all that bad. She went on many missions with the others but was always the rebellious one. It was rare that Maggie would ever follow orders to the point. She'd rarely follow them at all. She often went rouge during missions, which sometimes put others in danger, but things always seemed to work out just fine. However, Margaret always got a firm talking too at the end of every mission for her behavior, especially if someone did end up getting hurt. The only timed someone died during a mission where she didn't listen was when one of the other agents tried to stop her, therefor he got in her way and ended up being killed by the target. The target was successfully taken down by Maggie herself but she was almost kicked out of the agency for causing the death of a comrade. Maggie never said anything when she was being yelled at but, during that situation, she couldn't help but think it was the agent's own fault. Everything had been going fine before he got in her way. Sure she wasn't doing what she had been ordered to do but it was still working out fine. It was only when he tried to stop her that things got out of hand and he was killed. Maggie felt a little guilty for his death but firmly believed that it was his own fault for getting in her way and messing things up. Though she would never say that to her commanding officers.
She was slightly surprised when the McKinley family invited her to go on vacation with them and five other agents. She never really considered herself close friends with the McKinley kids but they obviously thought differently. Maggie went with the family and ended up having a nice time. True she didn't spend that much time with the others but she found things to do by herself that were interesting. She had been quite eager to go on the two day caravan and enjoyed herself greatly. She hardly even noticed the bugs and spent most of her time exploring by herself away from the group. She didn't even notice the rash until the others pointed it out. By then, it had almost faded and Maggie thought nothing of it. When they got back, however, was when things started to change. It all started quickly for Maggie. A day after she got back, she began to hear people's thoughts. Since she had no way to control it, her mind was constantly filled with other people's thoughts. She kept it a secret from the others and tried to go on like nothing was different. It probably would have worked if she hadn't developed a super brain too. Suddenly, Maggie simply knew everything. She could stare at something so utterly confusing and get it within seconds. She could hack into a highly protected computer in less than five minutes and so much more. It was amazing to Maggie since she had never been that smart before. However, the other agents knew she wasn't the most intelligent person, she was just average, so her new found intelligence was a major tip off that something strange was happening. It didn't take long for Alex and her brother to start questioning her if she had any powers. At first, Maggie denied it firmly and she was one of the lasts to admit she actually had powers. However, she actually likes being the smart one now and enjoys being able to see into others minds. She's also learned to control her powers so her minds not overflowing with everyone's thoughts. However, just because she has powers doesn't mean anything about her is going to change. She's just glad that she got the mind reading power and not someone else, since then they might discover her secret. Now, Maggie's just trying to live through life with her new powers but she's just as rebellious and guarded as before. Yet she wants to use her powers for good and is not letting them control her. She's still her, even with powers, and nothing is going to change that.
A little extra
~ She has a few tattoos on her body. One is on her left shoulder while the other is on her right arm.
~ She prefers that the other agents call her Margaret. Some call her Maggie, however, but it's rare or a slip up. Her reasons for this are unknown to the agents.
My best friend!
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 4:43 pm
➸ Margaret➸ Amelia ➸ Prince  Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
Lessons in life are going to show you in time
Soon enough you’re gonna know why
It's gonna hurt every now and then
If you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry ➸ My name? Well you are a nosey one but if you must know, my student ID reads Margaret Amelia Prince. So don't go forget it! Oh and not that I have anything against my name but I prefer for everyone to just call me Margaret or Maggie. I greeted this world sixteen years ago and on the day April 22nd. Not that my birthday is any of your business but I do like presents! Anyways, if you haven't already notice, I'm a woman and my heart only skips when men walk by me. However, my heart only beats for no one at the moment. I stand about six foot, three inches tall and the scale says I weigh about 158 pounds. Something you should know is that I'm a member of The Outsiders and I'm also known as Miss New Girl. I'm also a sophomore, so only a few more years to go. The songs that fit me best are Cowgirls Don't Cry by Brooks and Dunn, Wild One by Faith Hill, Country Strong by Gwyneth Paltrow, and You Can't Take Me by Bryan Adams. For presents, I'd recommend... Her two horses, Untamable and Outlaw +
Her dog, Storm +
Writing +
Being around her horses +
Being alone +
Horseback riding +
English riding +
Western riding +
Trail riding +
Boots and jeans +
Cowboy hats and baseball caps +
Motorcycles +
Trucks +
School +
Homework +
Working hard +
Her family +
Challenges +
Taking risks +
Trusting her instincts +
Getting dirty +
Exercising +
Being a leader +
Working solo +
Dark colors (Black, navy, etc.) +
Thinking on her feet +
Being herself +
Being strong +
Montana +
Her old home +
Country and rock music +
Thunderstorms +
Forests +
Freedom +
Independence + But I wouldn't recommend these...
- Hospitals
- Being stuck inside
- Not being able to ride
- Her new home
- Having to move away from the country
- The city
- Being judged
- Cliques
- Gossip
- Dresses
- Make-up
- High heals
- Anything pink, purple, or sparkly
- Dressing up
- Getting bad grades
- Neglecting her school work
- Easy, unchallenging things
- Betrayal
- Giving up
- Standing on the sidelines
- Letting people push her around
- Being underestimated
- Stuck up people and jerks
- Changing who she is to fit in And just keep these away! X Dying, mainly death by drowning
X Losing who she is inside
X Something happening to her family or horses To be friends, you have to like mine
No one, I'm new to the school And hate my enemies
None yet ➸ Must you know more? Well I guess you should know how I act. So, since you must know, I'm a cowgirl. Maggie was born and raised in the country and is not someone to mess with. She's strong and she's tough, not afraid to throw a few punches if she has to. She's a total tomboy and a fighter at heart. She will fight until her last breath and refuses to give up. She is extremely out-spoken and isn't afraid to speak her mind, even if it gets her in trouble. She's not ashamed of who she is and won't let anybody change her. To her, you either like her for who she is or not at all. There's no in between and she won't change just to be liked. She is independent and is perfectly fine doing things on her own. She doesn't always ask for help when she needs it and get be very stubborn at times. Once her mind is set to something, it’s hard to change it. She's not afraid of failure or hardships but she will never give up or take things lying down. She's a fighter 100% and she will fight until her dying breath. Maggie is also very smart and has a good head on her shoulders. At her old school, she was almost labeled a nerd but since Maggie didn't do labels or cliques, she just ignored it. Eventually people caught on and realized Maggie was just Maggie. To sum her up, Margaret is a tough, iron-willed, outspoken, intelligent cowgirl who will fight until her last breath. ➸ Seriously? Well the only way to get out of this is to finish up this story. So here's my life story. Maggie was born in a small town in Montana. Her mother and father were both lawyers and made a very good living. However, her father also loved to horseback ride so the family had a small stable behind their house. Maggie's mother never liked horses and only agreed to have them at the house because her father never asked her for help with them. Her mother was a high-class woman and wasn't someone you'd expect to find living in the middle of nowhere. However, her mother fell in love with her father and moved to Montana to be with him. her mother had always wanted a little girl so she could spoil her and go shopping with her. Instead she got Maggie. Maggie always took after her father. She followed him around constantly and the first word she said, after mama and dada, was pony. She was a cowgirl from day one. She'd follow her father out to the stables just to see the horses or watch her father ride. When she was three, her father bought a small pony from one his friends for Maggie. He was a small pony with bay coat and a shaggy black mane and tail. Maggie fell in love with him immediately and changed his name to Cherry. (It had originally been Tony) Her mother wouldn't allow her to ride Cherry until she was five but Maggie didn't care. She still spent every spare moment in the stable with her pony, grooming him and spoiling him. He was Maggie's best friend and she loved to just be around him. On her fifth birthday, Maggie's mother finally allowed her to ride Cherry for the first time. Maggie had been waiting for that day since her father first told her that Cherry was hers. Her father helped her get the pony tacked up but Maggie already knew how to do it, she had watched her father multiple times. As soon as she got in the saddle, she loved it. It didn't matter if she didn't get to go faster than the walk for a while, she still loved it. Cherry was a perfect pony and took good care of little Maggie. He never spooked and was sturdy and steady. Maggie was a fast learner and soon she was jogging and loping around the ring all on her own. She learned Western first but wanted to also learn English since she longed to jump. So, her father hired a instructor to teach her the basics and Maggie took off from there. She was soon an expert in both Western and English riding and loved both.
Despite getting too big for Cherry, Maggie kept him until he passed away when she was twelve. She missed her pony greatly and, at first, didn't want another horse. Like any young kid, she didn't believe that any horse could be as special and wonderful as Cherry had been. So she rode her father's horse when he couldn't and worked hard. However, a year later she finally decided to look into buying a new horse. She looked around at many different horses but, even though some of them were excellent horses, she could never find her horse. She searched high and low and was about to give up and settle for her second choice when she found her. Her father had always taken her to the BLM roundup once a year to watch the mustangs brought in. Maggie had always loved and hated it at the same time. She hated how the government got to say how many horses were allowed to roam the open plains. Unlike most, Maggie just went to watch and not adopt a Mustang. She had wanted to but her mother had told her firmly that she wouldn't have a wild horse in the backyard. However, that all changed when Maggie was thirteen. The mare was beautiful and well built. She was muscular and strongly built. And man was she wild. It was clear she hated being in the pen and did all she could to get out. The buckskin mare drew Maggie's attention right away. While her father was off talking to some of the adults, Maggie slipped off the see the mare. She truly was beautiful and, right then and there, Maggie knew she had found her horse. It took a lot of convincing but her father finally caved and allowed her to buy the mare. Maggie was bursting with happiness as they drove home with the mustang in a rented trailer.
To say her mother was upset was the biggest understatement in the world. She was outraged at Maggie and yelled at her for a long time before yelling at her father. Maggie was mad that her mother didn't understand that she had finally found her horse and ended up storming off to the trailer. The buckskin mare had been freaking out the entire way home and was panicking when Maggie found her. The girl was glad her father had backed the trailer up to the entrance of the round pen so Maggie simply had to drop the ramp and let the mustang out. She was out of the trailer before the ramp even hit the ground and raced around the pen. Maggie stayed out with her until her mother cooled down. Her mother never approved of the mustang mare, which Maggie named Sounds of Freedom or Untamable for short. The thirteen year old, however, was determined to gain the mare's trust. The mare was a young mare, about three years old, but it was clear she was wild at heart. She charged at anyone that entered the pen and attempted to escape multiple times. Maggie suffered many cuts, bruises, and a few broken bones from the mare but slowly the buckskin mare began to trust the young girl. Maggie loved Untamable despite how hard she was to get through to and was thrilled when she was able to ride the mare. She was bucked off multiple times and it eventually became a game between the two. However, Maggie eventually earned the mare's trust enough that she was able to ride her and train her. Untamable turned out to be an amazing western mare and Maggie didn't even attempt to teach her to jump, simply wanting her for Western riding. Untamable turned out to be an excellent horse to show in pleasure, horsemanship, and trail classes. Her wonderful build also made her a great shower in halter classes. However, the buckskin really shined in speed events. The two have record times in barrel racing and pole bending and are always the team to beat each year. Both horse and rider love the thrill of going fast and they always move as one being, almost appearing like they are thinking with the same mind. Maggie has dozens of championship ribbons from all the shows she has won with Untamable and they also competed in the national shows as well.
Maggie loved her life in Montana but all good things seem to come to an end eventually. Her mother had gotten a promotion that required the family to move. Her father didn't seem to mind the move, but Maggie did. She loved country life and the idea of moving into a more populated town, closer to a city, sent chills down her spine. However, her mother had already accepted the promotion and, at the beginning of the summer, the family packed up their things and moved. Luckily, Maggie was able to take Untamable and her new horse, a Holsteiner stallion named Into the Nothing or Outlaw for short. Maggie had rescued him from going to the slaughter house and had been working with the young, vicious stallion to gain his trust. She saw potential in the stallion and, even if he didn't trust her yet, Maggie still loved him and had faith in him. So, she packed up all her things and said goodbye to the place she had grown up in. She slowly got used to her new house but still doesn't like it all that much. It just isn't the same as the country and it will never be her home, at least in Maggie's mind. She doesn't care if they have a bigger, more expensive house or if her parents are making more money. They were doing just fine before. However, she's just glad that she's still able to keep her horses right outside her window in her backyard since she'd never trust a boarding stable to take proper care of them. She may not be living in the country anymore but Maggie will always be a cowgirl at heart. ➸ Anything else you need to know? Well there isn't much else except maybe... Extra, optional. ➸ Miss New Girl ➸ Memories in the Mist
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 7:03 pm
xxStart holding on, keep holding onxxxxCause when push comes to shove xxxxxxYou taste what you're made of xxxxYou might bend till you break xxCause it's all you can take Epona Michele Carlyle  This place is paradise, it's the place I call home On your knees you look upxx
Decide you've had enoughxxxx
You get mad, you get strongxxxxxx
Wipe your hands, shake it offxxxx
Then you stand, then you standxx Lets Get Down to Basics XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I've had it since birth
Epona Michele Carlyle
Though I prefer to be called
Epona, Miss Carlyle
I've been around for some time now
Eighteen
Isn't it obvious?
Female
 I am well respected
The Owner
The one in my heart
No one
Their blood flows through me
Sarah Carlyle [mother, deceased] A Little Deeper In XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX My favorite!
+ Riding
+ English riding
+ Western riding
+ Jumping, jumpers and hunters
+ Dressage
+ Cross-country
+ Eventing
+ Endurance
+ Speed events (barrel racing, pole bending)
+ Reining
+ Cutting
+ Trail riding
+ Drill Teams
+ Training horses
+ Rehabilitating horses
+ Taming mustangs
+ Showing
+ Rodeos
+ Blue ribbons
+ Her horses
+ Her dogs, Benjamin (Benny), Riley, and Karen
+ Bareback riding
+ Swimming on horseback
+ Photography
+ Anne Frost
+ The Stable Hand
+ The staff
+ The ranch
+ Her mother
+ Challenging horses
+ Anything challenging or tough
+ Taking risks
+ Trusting her instincts
+ Horses
+ Getting new rescue horses (bittersweet moments)
+ Country and rock music
+ Hard work
+ Cowboy hats
+ Getting new horses
+ Watching little kids at the ranch
+ Being a leader
+ Learning to teach lessons
+ Being strong
+ Trucks and motorcycles
+ Boots and jeans
+ Sitting in the pasture
+ Getting dirty
+ Thunderstorms
+ Freedom
+ Independance
+ Loyalty
+ Being fearless
No thank you!
- Unchallenging horses
- Hospitals
- Being stuck inside
- Not being able to ride
- Having to put a horse down
- People who speak badly about her mother
- Being judged
- Dresses
- Make-up
- High heels
- Dressing up
- Pink, purple, or anything sparkly
- Being bored
- Parties
- Betrayal
- Not placing in shows
- Problems at the ranch
- Unhappy customers
- Problems between the staff
- Giving up
- People thinking they know what's best for her
- People who abuse horses or any animals
- Getting new rescue horses (bittersweet moments)
- Being doubted by people
- One of the horses getting sick or hurt
Get it away, please!
X Losing the ranch
X Failing herself or her horses
X Losing one of her horses
We are a team, now and forever Sounds of Freedom: Untamable XXXA five year old 15.0 hand buckskin Mustang mareBetter Off Alone: Independence // Indy XXXA nine year old 16.1 hand American Paint mare with one blue eye.Check out the pictures
Epona:
Phantom: [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]
Untamable: [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]
Independence: [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]
Can you hear it?
The Climb --- Miley Cyrus
Like My Mother Does --- Lauren Alaina
Cowgirls Don't Cry --- Brooks and Dunn
Country Strong --- Gwyneth Paltrow
Stand --- Rascal Flatts
Wild One -- Faith Hill
When You're Gone --- Avril Lavigne
Keep Holding On --- Avril Lavigne
Slipped Away --- Avril Lavigne
Innounce --- Avril Lavigne
Stand in the Rain --- Superchick
Lessons Learned --- Carrie Underwood
Play On --- Carrie Underwood
I Was Here --- Lady Antebellum
Wildflower --- JaneDear Girls
It's Who You Are --- AJ Michalka
You Can't take Me --- Bryan Adams
This is Where I Belong --- Bryan Adams The Inside Story XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I'm not all I appear to be
Personality, five sentences minimum
Opening the book
History, five sentences minimum
A little extra
~ She always wears her mother's necklace
~ She has no interest in having a relationship, she doesn't think she has time for one
My best friend!
Memories in the Mist To be finished
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XXXXXShe's salt of the e a r t h
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XXShe's a rebel, v i g i l a n t e
XXXXMissing link on the brink of d e s t r u c t i o n
She sings the r e v o l u t i o nXX
The d a w n i n g of our livesXXXXXX
She brings this l i b e r a t i o nXXXX
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XXXXXXI'm done with these endeavors
XXXXXXAlone I walk the winding way
XXXXXXHere I stay
XXXXXXIt's over, no longer
XXXXXXI feel it growing stronger
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Why give up, why give in?
It's not enough, it never is
So I will go on until the end
We've become desolate
It's not enough, it never is
But I will go on until the end
Surround me, it's easyXXXXXX
To fall apart completelyXXXXXX
I feel you creeping up againXXXXXX
In my headXXXXXX
It's over, no longerXXXXXX
I feel it growing colderXXXXXX
I knew this day would come to endXXXXXX
So let this life beginXXXXXX
I've lost my way
I've lost my way
But I will go on until the end
The final fight I'll win
The final fight I'll win
But I will go on until the end XXXXXXGot to fight another fight
XXXXXXI gotta run another night
XXXXXXGet it out, check it out
XXXXXXI'm on my way and I don't feel right
XXXXXXI gotta get me back
XXXXXXI can't be beat and that's a fact
XXXXXXIt's OK I'll find a way
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Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it
Don't push me
I'll fight it
Never gonna give in
Never gonna give it up, no
If you can't catch a wave then you're never gonna ride it
You can't come uninvited
Never gonna give in
Never gonna give it up, no
You can't take me
I'm free
Why did it all go wrong?XXXXXX
I wanna know what's going onXXXXXX
And what's this holding me?XXXXXX
I'm not where I'm supposed to beXXXXXX
I gotta fight another fightXXXXXX
I gotta fight with all my mightXXXXXX
I'm getting out, so check it outXXXXXX
You're in my wayXXXXXX
Yeah, you better watch outXXXXXX Posting style designed by Memories in the Mist
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 4:36 pm
P e n n y G o l d e n r o s eThe Country Girl // Tomboy, Iron-willed, StrongC a u s e I ' m c o u n t r y s t r o n gI know you see me
Like some wide eyed dreamer
That just rolled in off a dusty mid west bus
Yeah, on the outside I look fragile
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Colder winters, longer summers
Without a drop of rain
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And I’ll come out fighting
I may lose but I‘ll always keep my faith
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 6:06 am
A l e x i s M c K i n l e yMiss Shapeshifter // Dedicated, Intelligent, Sassy // Rookie AgentI a i n ' t n e v e r b e e n n o t h i n g b u t t o u g h
A l l m y e d g e s h a v e a l w a y s b e e n r o u g hI wanted lace, I wanted p e a r l s
To be a p r i n c e s s like the other girls
But life came h a r d to my front door
And I g r e w up trying
To even out the s c o r e XXXX▄▄ People always say I have a laugh
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XXXX▄▄ Guess that makes sense
XXXX▄▄ She taught me how to smile
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G o n n a c r y i f I d o n ' t p o l i s h u p  XX▄▄ When I love I give it all I've got
XX▄▄ Like my mother does
XX▄▄ You might bend till you break
XX▄▄ When I'm scared, I bow my head and pray
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XX▄▄ I know I'm beautiful and strong
XX▄▄Because I see myself like my mother doesPosting style for Leopardstreak
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Leo Says:: OOC hereThe w a y I see it
The hand of fate did me a f a v o r
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Found out real fast, life is a g a m e
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Are you s e r i o u s ?
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 11:39 am
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{{ Steady as a preacherXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXFree as a weedXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCouldn't wait to get goingXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBut wasn't quite ready to leave . . .XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXSo innocent, pure and sweetXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAmerican honey ღ Is true love worth risking all you've got? ღ XXXXXXMissXXXXXXXXXXXXȻ Ѳ Π Ғ Ʉ ϩ Σ DXXXXXXXXXXXXXXShould she or should she not?Posting style for Leopardstreak
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Jess McKinley XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{{ Get caught in the race of this crazy lifeXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTryin' to be everythingXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCan make you lose your mindXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI just wanna go back in time . . .XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTo American honey
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 1:26 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{{ Steady as a preacherXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXFree as a weedXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCouldn't wait to get goingXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBut wasn't quite ready to leave . . .XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXSo innocent, pure and sweetXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAmerican honey ღ Is true love worth risking all you've got? ღ XXXXXXMissXXXXXXXXXXXXN Σ W G I R LXXXXXXXXXXXXXXEat - Sleep - RideText. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text.
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Margaret Prince XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{{ Get caught in the race of this crazy lifeXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTryin' to be everythingXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCan make you lose your mindXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI just wanna go back in time . . .XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTo American honey
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 3:55 pm
Raquelle de LeonThe Elemental Mage // Stubborn, Strong, Fearless // Leader of the Mages XXXXXXXXXWhere are the people that a c c u s e d me?XXXXXXXXXXXThe ones who b e a t me down and bruised meXXXXXXXXXXXXXThey h i d e just out of sightXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCan't face me in the l i g h tXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThey'll return but I'll be s t r o n g e rGod, I want to d r e a m again
T a k e me where I've never been
I w a n t to go there
This time I'm not s c a r e d
Now I am u n b r e a k a b l e, it's unmistakable
No one can t o u c h me
Nothing can s t o p me Sometimes it's hard to just keep g o i n gXXXXXXXXX
But f a i t h is moving without knowingXXXXXXXXXXX
Can I t r u s t what I can't see?XXXXXXXXXXXXX
To reach my d e s t i n yXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
I want to take c o n t r ol but I know betterXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX  ╔════════►☪◄════════╗
Forget the fear it's just a crutch
That tries to hold you back
And turn your dreams to dust
All you need to do is just trust
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I can see
When you stay low nothing happens
Does it feel right?
Late at night
Things I thought I put behind me
Haunt my mind
I just know there's no escape
Now once it sets its eyes on you
But I won't run,
Have to stare it in the eye
Stand my ground, I won't give in
No more denying, I've got to face it
Won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
If I don't make it, someone else will
Stand my ground
It's all around
Getting stronger, coming closer
Into my world
I can feel
That it's time for me to face it
Can I take it?
Though this might just be the ending
Of the life I held so dear
But I won't run,
There's no turning back from here
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All I know for sure is I'm t r y i n g
I will a l w a y s stand my ground
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 12:06 pm
A n n i e F r o s tThe Western Riding Teacher // Fiery, Passionate, Cowgirl // Second in Command C a u s e I ' m c o u n t r y s t r o n gI know you see me
Like some wide eyed dreamer
That just rolled in off a dusty mid west bus
Yeah, on the outside I look fragile
But on the inside is something you can’t crush XXXX▄▄ I was born off an old dirt road
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XXXX▄▄ The boys all rubber neck while their out makin' hayH a r d t o b r e a k
L i k e t h e g r o u n d I g r e w u p o n Theres a little cotton dress hangin' in my sisters closet ▄▄XXXX
I think I'm gonna borrow it ▄▄XXXX
And wear it this weekend ▄▄XXXX
Painted my toes, bought some cherry lip gloss ▄▄XXXX
No rose, No daisy, can touch what I got ▄▄XXXX Y o u m a y f o o l m e
A n d I ' l l f a l l  XX▄▄ Hey, I'm a wildflower
XX▄▄ Growin' in the sunshine
XX▄▄ Soakin' up the way of life I was raised in
XX▄▄ Runnin' barefoot bloomin' in a summer shower
XX▄▄ Ponytail dancin' I can't help it
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My Company is Made Up Of:: People with character here
On the Inside:: Current feelings here
Reaching My Ears:: Sounds charcater is hearing here
Leo Says:: OOC hereI have weathered
Colder winters, longer summers
Without a drop of rain
Push me in a corner
And I’ll come out fighting
I may lose but I‘ll always keep my faith
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Bandit Jackson XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{{ How much is real? So much to questionXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAn epidemic of the mannequins XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXContaminating everything we thought came from the heartXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXIt never did right from the start . . .XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXJust listen to the noises XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXNull and void instead of voices XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX]Before you tell yourself it's just a different sceneXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRemember it's just different from what you've seenXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{{ And it's the starsXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe stars that shine for you XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAnd it's the starsXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe stars that lie to you . . .
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