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       #Post#: 8106--------------------------------------------------
       Curse
       By: Rilo Never Bask In Glory Date: November 9, 2011, 11:55 pm
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       [center]Providence-
       Providence is the pinnacle of society- with very up-to-date
       modern technology that may even exceed the bounds of our current
       ideas of it. Curseworkers there are viewed as another statistic
       in their ever growing pie chart of diversity. Yet that doesn't
       mean they are treated with the same equality as any normal folk;
       no they are highly watched and heavily persecuted for using
       their abilities.
       Places of Note in Providence:
       [pre]-The Organization.
       -Charlie's Ole Pub.
       -Camus's Warehouse Loft.
       -Red Fish/Blue Fish.[/pre]
       Stoneweld-
       A smaller community outside of Providence, it would count as the
       larger cities suburbs if one didn't have to drive an hour
       through a mountainous valley to reach it. It is self-relying,
       though does require heavy imports from Providence for food and
       basic necessities. Here curseworkers are treated with
       superstition and mythos. Workers that bestow good luck and other
       helpful curses are revered as gods. While those that implement
       death and horrifying nightmares are treated like
       demons.[/center]
       [center][pre]|More to come later|[/pre][/center]
       #Post#: 8124--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Curse
       By: Alice Date: November 10, 2011, 12:09 am
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       A young woman walks along the passes of Stoneweld, deep azure
       eyes set just perfectly to see through your heart. Her long
       brunette hair seemed a perfect contrast to her pale skin. She
       held her book close to her chest as she kept walking along a
       small bridge that allowed people to cross an even small brook.
       But this was just where she was heading.
       Checking to make sure that no one was following her she ducks
       underneath an old birch tree that she'd marked earlier with a
       pocketknife. Luckily it didn't seem to stick out in contrast
       with the black stripe she marked. A soft splashing noise was
       heard as her sneakers struck against the water. Her body freezes
       in fear that someone might've heard her and come rushing down to
       take her back. No noises or yelling so she proceeds forward
       walking underneath the bridge.
       Moving up as far as the bridge would allow her she pulls out a
       small candle. Something the was now forbidden for some reason
       she couldn't understand. She strikes a match another forbidden
       technology to light the candle. Leaning against the support beam
       of the bridge she pulls open her book and starts writing in her
       journal.
       Dear Journal
       I've had enough of these stupid rules. When I asked mother why
       they exist she tells me the same thing that father does. It's to
       protect me against them. So I asked my brother why mother and
       father won't tell me who them is. He just walked out. I'm
       beginning to think that no one will tell me who them is.  I saw
       a funny picture of a person in class also. My teacher told me if
       I see anyone like that I'm to report them immediately I just
       laughed. No one out here has fangs and claws for fingernails.
       But I do sometimes get the feeling there is more than what they
       are telling me. I'll figure out who them is if it kills me. PS:
       I snuck out to my bridge again. Next time I'll remember to bring
       a blanket.
       #Post#: 8132--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Curse
       By: Rilo Never Bask In Glory Date: November 10, 2011, 12:36 am
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       [center]Many believe Curseworkers to have arrived through
       evolution- it being the most logical of ideas. Instead it is
       viewed more as a disease a genetic disease passed as a passive
       allele overtime and has finally managed to manifest itself in
       the current population. This being feared, it is a rather
       obvious- but not spoken about incentive- for curseworkers not to
       repopulate. And for a pair of curseworkers to make a child would
       be disastrous, because more concentrated the trait- the stronger
       the child. A few years back it was rumored that an immunization
       was being formed to squelch it entirely. Yet for some reason it
       evaporated back to where it came from. Most reports stated that
       the entire trial ended in disaster and was neatly swept under
       the rug. A curseworker of extreme divinity in capability, was
       indeed born, but was never seen for the most part. A
       transformation Curseworker, combined with a Luck Curseworker,
       Shey was indeed one brilliant lad. Able to manipulate and change
       the genetic makeup of people and himself, he often was able to
       be more elusive than most of his 'kind.' Though as of recent, he
       had been feeling... Curious. Lonesome even. He was sick and
       tired of hiding in the dark.
       The male with copperish red hair, burning ember eyes, and
       markings upon his face; well, he could be spotted easily. Though
       he just didn't feel like changing his appearance for the moment.
       Need be, he would. For now, he settled with his brown cloak,
       pulled securely over his face to hide it in the darkness that
       ever so generously helped him in it's ebony riches. His build of
       slender yet muscular proportions as he stood a startling six
       foot six(which was odd among this day in age, where most males
       didn't exceed six foot two.), he casually brushed past the
       bustling people on the side walks. Canines elongated and colored
       of orange, he was sure to keep his mouth shut, as was he to make
       sure his nails were not claws for the moment. Being beastly was
       one of his kind's traits, though not all the time. Many of the
       Dream ability Curseworkers were often stunningly beautiful, able
       to manipulate perception to make themselves even more gorgeous
       to the people around them. He wasn't one of those though, he
       mainly worked with transformation and luck. Though he didn't
       really happen upon people who knew what he was, so he had no use
       for his 'talents' most of the time. Skittering through the
       crowd, he was suddenly caught off guard by a child. The child's
       eyes widened when she saw the glint of orange orbs burning in
       the fire light, a scream, he bolted.
       'Shit shit shit!' His mind exclaimed in utter horror! This was
       not going to be a good night! Whisking away with the wind's fast
       pace, he scurried over the bridge before he dived beneath it's
       hold and pushed himself up into the rafter's of it. Eyes
       catching the burning flame of a candle, he begged, pleaded in
       his mind that whom ever this person was; wouldn't give him away.
       Though as a precaution, he dropped and silently crept over to
       this, female was it?, holding his finger to his lips to motion
       for her to be quiet. Thank god it was only a candle and not
       something bright enough to show his face entirely. "Please
       remain quiet... Don't need any trouble." He muttered, whispered
       really, in that dark and bittersweet tone of charm. Things were
       certainly looking interesting upon his first day out in the open
       clearly as himself.  [/center]
       #Post#: 8134--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Curse
       By: Alice Date: November 10, 2011, 12:52 am
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       Her eye's widened in horror as she noticed that there was
       someone else around here. She was so careful as to make sure
       that she wasn't followed how had this person followed her. She
       nods quietly seeing one of the most easily recognized symbols to
       remain quiet. In all her classes she was taught to just give
       people what they wanted and everything would work out. Strange
       enough it was at this moment that she realized that her diary
       was still open quickly she snaps it shut.
       Strange enough she could hear her heart slightly increase, she'd
       never seen someone like this person. There was something dark
       and yet calming about him. She reaches out to touch him but at
       the last moment she pulls her hand back. "Who are you?" she asks
       curiously. It was a close-knit small place everyone seemed to
       know everyone but this person wasn't recognized by her.
       Tucking her knees up to her chest hair spilling over her knees
       in waves pooling by her arms.  She sighs quietly looking at the
       man trying to figure him out.  Gently she reaches up to the
       candle gently blowing it out. She had to wait a few more minutes
       before the candle could be slipped into her pocket. She stands
       up looking at the man seeing for once the fear clearly painted
       on his face. She kneels before the man reaching into her pockets
       "I was gonna eat this after I wrote...my umm poem. But here you
       go you seem to be in more need of this than I am" a red apple
       was in her hand waiting for the person to take it. "It's not
       poisoned...if it is It's not from me"
       #Post#: 8833--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Curse
       By: Rilo Never Bask In Glory Date: November 10, 2011, 5:04 pm
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       [center]Winds caressed the hood cloaking his face, causing it to
       slip slightly. Though that went unnoticed for the moment as he
       heard bustling footsteps and people shouting,"Catch the
       Curseworker!" This certainly wasn't going to be a good night,
       now he had gotten some strange woman involved! Great, his mind
       thought, causing him to steal a glance to the odd person. Many
       believed that curseworkers were just that, curse workers. Though
       they were so much more! In the dark, the innards of the cities
       were produced and melded by his kind, though some were not as
       good as he; they wouldn't harm anyone unless they had to!
       Despite that, he knew there were some of his people that were
       not good at all, so he knew he himself, had to be keen on even
       his own kind. Upon hearing the girl speak, bright orange orbs
       snapped to her face before glancing to the apple. With a shake
       of his head, he looked back up to the rafters of the bridge. For
       now, he'd have to be light on his feet, as would this girl. Upon
       hearing the crashing feet slapping the cobble road, he muttered
       beneath his breath, was there anything he could do? Not for the
       girl, it seemed. He was only one that could work Transformation
       and Luck...Wait, Luck! That was it!
       Quickly, he moved closer to the girl and lightly covered her
       mouth. Contact, flesh to flesh, that's all he needed to up her
       luck to better standards. Murmuring a few odd words that were
       often unidentifiable, he made her luck that much better. This
       way, it would not only decrease her chances of getting caught,
       but his own. Removing his hand, he muttered something
       quietly,"Sorry for this.. Didn't mean to get you involved, but
       you're going to have to come with me till it's clear. If they
       catch you anywhere near me, they'll assume you're aiding in my
       escape or workings." With that, he scooped her up and gently- as
       gently as he could, rested her over his shoulder. Maneuvering
       through the rafters, he peeked over the bridge, keen eyes
       focusing on everything to make sure it was clear before he
       pulled himself up and started running away from where the crowed
       was headed. Damn, how could he have been so careless as to get
       some innocent woman involved in his affairs? So goes the first
       night he was out in the open as himself. Attempting not to
       stumble and fall with this girl on his shoulder, he made his way
       down a few allies and twists before he came upon a crate. This
       crate covered a passageway dug out years ago by his grandparents
       and their friends. It lead to the innards of the cities.
       Pushing the crate out of the way, he pulled the latch and opened
       the secret door disguised by an elder transformation curseworker
       to appear to be a simple cobble stone. Gingerly handling the
       girl, he shifted her before placing her into the passageway
       before he himself climbed in. Closing the door and looking
       around for a moment, he grabbed the torch to the right of him
       upon the wall and wrapped calloused fingers around her hand,
       pulling her along behind him. Shit, his parents were going to
       slaughter him, bringing an outsider into the midst and home of
       his kind. Surely, this would be okay? They had Memory
       curseworkers, they could adjust this girl's memory if they had
       to. Right now, he was more concerned about keeping her out of
       the light for now. Tugging her along, he turned into another
       hallway and then stopped suddenly at a door. It was black and
       green, entranced with small stones of many colors. Opening it,
       he pulled her inside and closed the door behind him, sighing
       deeply in both confusion and frustration. Luckily, his parents
       were not home at the moment, they wouldn't be for a few hours.
       Removing the cloak, he hung it upon the hook before he looked to
       the girl. Exposed now, he could only hope she wouldn't freak out
       and scream or something. "Sorry about all that, but I do not
       need you getting into heavy trouble because of me. I'm already
       going to get hell for bringing you down here. So please, please,
       I beg of you; do not cause me anymore hell than I'm going to
       get." He pleaded with her.
       With all the lighting in the mysterious home, he could be seen
       clearly. Claws and serrated teeth were myths among the others,
       not the truth at all. He didn't look like a monster, he did have
       claws, but only when he needed them, he did have serrated teeth,
       but only four of them; Fangs if you will. Orange canines were
       now seen as he spoke and frantically searched his home with
       fearful eyes. "I really, really hope no one comes home right
       now.." He muttered, pleading with the gods and goddesses that
       his parents would not return home early from their work. Running
       calloused phalanges through red hair, he closed his eyes and
       sighed deeply. "I am Shey. You've probably heard stories and
       myths about Curseworkers, well now you're standing in the home
       of one. Though we do not prefer to be called such, since we
       actually don't do any cursing. I have no doubt you've heard some
       scary things about my kind, but we're actually no more than you.
       We just have odd looks and abilities. Much like a magician, but
       our tricks are not illusions. I preformed one on you earlier,
       but for your own benefit as it was my own too. I am one of
       Transformation and Luck. I upped your luck twenty fold so we
       could escape without much hindering. I apologize for getting you
       involved, you'll be able to return home soon, but for now they
       are looking for me so I cannot get you there right this moment.
       Please feel free to make yourself at home.. Hopefully I'll be
       able to get you back before anyo--" His voice was cut off by a
       sudden knock upon his door. Eyes widened and he frantically
       scrambled about before he gently pushed her to the living room
       so she wouldn't be in sight of the open door.
       Nervously, he went to the door and opened it, staring at his
       friend; Malik. The male was shorter than he, holding green locks
       and bright silver eyes with golden canines and different
       markings. "Ey bud, where ya been?! I've been lookin' all over
       for you!" Malik said cheerfully before Shey cut him off with a
       wave of his hand. "I went above to get a few things.. Look, I've
       really got to go. I'm in a bit of a bind right now with the
       parentals, no visitors or anything for the night." Shey said
       quickly. Malik quirked a brow and a frown creased his
       lips,"What'd you do this time?" He said curiously. "I got into
       the bat again! Now please go before they get back!" Shey said
       with frantic haste. Malik just chuckled and shook his
       head,"Alright alright. I'll see you tomorrow then. Goodbye!" He
       said as he walked away. Shey just waved and sighed deeply as he
       closed the door, leaning against it with relief scattering his
       features. "That was far far too close.." He muttered, looking
       towards the living room. "Sorry.." He said quietly.  [/center]
       #Post#: 8945--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Curse
       By: Alice Date: November 10, 2011, 5:50 pm
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       Taken slightly aback as the man denied wanting her apple even
       though she'd promised him it wasn't poisonous. That's when she
       hears them saying that they needed to catch the curseworker but
       before she could speak she was scooped up by the man.
       Recognition dawned on her remembering how her parents spoke that
       her grandmother and grandfather were one. She looks around a bit
       amazed at how smoothly this man was moving finding it oddly
       lucky that this man came along when he did if not she might've
       been caught and taken back to her home
       Trying her best to remember every move this man was making
       leading her to the home of the people whom everyone seemed to
       enjoy referring to as them. Ashleigh finding this to be
       derogatory referring to this person who seemed to be no more
       less human than she herself was. Finally after what seemed like
       forever she was put down only to have to listen to this man
       speak once more. She heard him talking about trouble which she
       figured she would be in if anyone caught her. She stands there
       listening to the way the man was speaking to her as though he
       was the one in danger. Finally she stops for a moment to speak
       only to shocked by a knock at the door. Trying to hide her fear
       that perhaps she wasn't safe after all and that her parents sent
       to sentries out after her
       "Umm..."knocked off her balance she stumbles into what she
       recalled the man saying was a living room. It seemed to be quite
       homey considering that she had no idea where she was. Gently she
       sits down on the floor hating furniture for whatever reason it
       was that she couldn't understand for the life of her. She
       remembers once in kindergarten the teacher was speaking about
       how sometimes the cursed gene skipped a generation. It dawns on
       her like a ton of bricks. Her fathers parents both were the
       same, as her mothers. Both were cursed and were taken away from
       her. She fell to her knees on that day, tears had pooled around
       her knees but her parents took her into their house hiding her
       away
       As she hears the door closing and goodbyes being said she looks
       up at the man who was there. Her azure blue eyes were leaking
       water or tears as people called them "They...they stole my
       grandparents while I was kindergarten....they just said
       that....they were cursed" Ashleigh falls unconscious only to see
       the view of her grandparents coming toward her, she rushes
       toward them hugging them tightly both of her grandparents were
       there from her fathers and mothers side. Ashleigh looked so
       confused but it was then she noticed the claws on her
       grandparents hands and their amber eyes. Making her wonder how
       she got such deep blue eyes. Her grandparents each press a kiss
       to her forehead smiling toward her "Don't worry Ashleigh dear,
       Shey will take care of you now" Ashleigh looks at them holding
       them once more in her arms "Know that you two are the last hope
       for either race" Ashleigh comes to looking around wondering
       where she was panicking she quickly rushes into the closest
       corner pulling her knees up to her chest "Shey"
       #Post#: 9036--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Curse
       By: Rilo Never Bask In Glory Date: November 10, 2011, 6:17 pm
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       [center]Despite the horrors that rested beneath the lands of the
       cities, there were many good things that rested here too. Shey
       was one of those good things, no matter what it was he was
       doing, it was for the benefit of others. Out of the corner of
       his eyes, he saw the girl collapse and his eyes widened. With a
       brisk pace, he attempted to get to the girl, but she was already
       up and cowering in the corner. Stopping dead in his tracks, he
       stared at the girl for a moment. Analyzing the situation, he
       eased closer to her and crouched down. He hadn't really examined
       the woman till now. Something was off, something he couldn't
       quite identify for the moment. Though reaching out, he tipped
       her face up and got a closer look. Those deep azure eyes, her
       stunningly obscure beauty, it was adding up. Though the fact
       that he had never seen this girl down here before, the fact that
       he knew every curseworker there was, that was the part that
       confused him. Was she someone who didn't know? Well it looked
       like she knew now it seemed. After registering what she had said
       about her grandparents, a frown creased his lips. "I see... Now
       I understand. Look, you're one of my kind it seems. I'm unsure
       as to how you went this long without being detected, your
       parents must've kept you well hidden.. 've seen some pretty odd
       things, but a walker, that's something new. Your grandparents,
       they were probably taken and either put in prison or they might
       have escaped. Now, I know ever person down here.. So if they've
       escaped the upper's hands, then they're down here some where..
       But, I don't want you getting your hopes up.. Despite the fact
       that our kind lives much longer than humans, they might not have
       escaped." He said in a gentler and sweeter voice.
       All worries washed away as he sat down and gently pulled her
       closer to him. "If your parents... If they knew what you were,
       they would've taken precautions to keep you safe. If not, then
       you probably wouldn't have been anything but a captive or
       trained for the upper's military since a child. I need you to
       remember for me, is there anything odd about the way your
       parents have sheltered you? Have they gone through great lengths
       to keep you at home or keep you in certain places? Also, is
       there anything that happens when you come into contact with
       humans? Have you ever touched someone's flesh with your own and
       something happen to them? There's a variety of curseworkers..
       There's Luck, Transformation, Emotions, Physical, Dreams,
       Memory, and Death. Curseworkers with the ability of luck
       actively alter the luck, or shall we say probability, of those
       that they touch. Of course they can raise or lower chances upon
       the victims- creating either good luck or bad. It is hardest of
       the curses to tell if you have been worked or not, and one of
       the easiest blowbacks to suffer- seeing as however you fiddled
       with their luck falls back on you. Emotion Curseworkers.. This
       curseworker can alter the emotions of the one it effects-
       ranging from happy to sad to loathing and even to endearment.
       With a swipe of a hand they can make someone fall in love with
       them. Of course this only implies if they are powerful workers-
       not as powerful ones can only alter petty emotions. The blowback
       for this is the loss or gaining of the emotion they manipulated
       at the level that they manipulated it at.
       Physical Curseworkers..  This curseworker can- with a brush of a
       finger- break bones. Without even seeming like it they can cause
       heavy physical damage with barely laying a hand on anyone. If
       they are powerful enough they can even cause internal damage
       without altering their external state. The blowback for this
       being sick at the level you applied the curse at. Dream
       Curseworkers.. This curseworker can alter what dreams someone
       have- they can practically enter their realm of sleep and toy
       with whatever goes on in their psyche. Worse yet they can also
       just watch a dream unfold to gather their most intimate desires.
       More powerful dream workers can cause their victims to
       sleepwalk. Their blow back is having the type of dreams they
       have inflicted on others- almost immediately upon applying the
       curse. Meaning they have to sleep after doing dream work. Memory
       Curseworkers.. This curseworker can alter the memories of those
       that they touch. They can remove memories for their own
       knowledge; insert memories or tare out memories entirely. Of
       course only a powerful memory worker can do this seamlessly-
       otherwise someone might notice if their mind had been tampered
       with. Their blowback is losing their own memories in the
       process. Death Curseworkers.. This is one of the most feared of
       curseworkers, because a single touch can kill you. Of course if
       they are powerful enough they can specify certain areas to die
       off, but if not then it is a wide system shut down. Their
       blowback is having a piece of them die as well. The lucky ones
       have it be their fingers or toes; the unlucky ones, it is their
       internal organs. And Lastly, Transformation Curseworkers.. One
       of the more elusive curseworkers, these are also feared in their
       own right but not as exceptionally as death workers. They can
       alter the physical makeup up of just about anything. The not as
       powerful transformation workers can just alter inanimate
       objects, while the stronger ones can actually change the
       composition of living ones as well. The only transformation they
       can't complete is living to inanimate or vice-versa. They're
       also able to change their own appearance. They have no blow
       back." He finished, sighing a bit as he looked down at the
       fearful girl. "If you have any of these abilities.. Anything
       that's happened to you or someone else when you've come into
       physical contact with them.. Then.. Well, you know which one you
       are.. There's a possibility that you may have more than one
       ability. Though as far as I know, I'm the only one with such a
       thing. Considering most of our kind prefers to be with one of
       their own natural ability." He said softly, raising his hand to
       rub at his cheek in slight annoyance of the marking.
       It hit him, she'd have a marking! Looking down at her with
       curious eyes, he quirked a brow and spoke in a tone that could
       clearly be seen as confusion and curiosity. "Another thing... Do
       you have a strange birthmark anywhere? All Curseworkers have a
       birthmark or a marking.. It's in the genetics.. Each type of our
       kind have a specific type of marking. Though there's never one
       of the same, they have similar qualities in them to represent
       them of their specific kind." He said. [/center]
       #Post#: 9128--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Curse
       By: Alice Date: November 10, 2011, 6:43 pm
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       Ashleigh looks up at the man wondering if his name was Shey, her
       grandparents never specified who or what this person was to look
       like. She only had a name but for some reason she felt that she
       could trust this person. She listens to him she remembered
       making her friends happy whenever she'd given them hugs in fact
       generally whenever she touched people they would become happy.
       But there was something else that scared her. But it only
       happened once or twice, she'd never spoken to anyone about it
       but maybe she oughta mention it to this person"When I hug people
       they seem to become really happy for some reason. Tears fall
       down her cheeks but she walks up to this person before she looks
       him in the eye before speaking into his ear "I can hurt people
       really badly....I don't like doing it. I once got made at my
       mother and punched her in the arm and than she screamed, a few
       hours later my arm broke too"
       "Does having blue eyes in a family of people with green eyes
       count? If not there are rings that are wrapped around both my of
       my arms. Also my parents homeschool me but that's only because I
       get sick......" she stops herself she figured that this man
       could figure out what she was going to say next. It was easily.
       She was almost always sick and when she ran away it was always
       to that same spot. Always that bridge always it was there to
       write in her diary. She felt the safest there it was the last
       place she'd remembered seeing her grandparents at. It was all
       becoming clear to her, her grandparents must've been these luck
       people that this person was speaking about "I think you're Shey,
       I was told I'm supposed to trust you. So I'm not sure if they're
       alive or dead but I'll trust them enough to trust you"
       #Post#: 9220--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Curse
       By: Rilo Never Bask In Glory Date: November 10, 2011, 7:03 pm
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       [center]Listening to her closely, Shey frowned a bit. Dreams...
       Dream Curseworkers. Sighing a bit, he looked up to the mantle
       and stared at a flickering candle for a moment, entranced by
       it's light, he thought to himself. "Emotion and Physical. Those
       are the two abilities you posses. Seems I'm not the only one
       anymore." He said, a small smile etching to his lips as he
       looked down at her. Raising his hand, he gingerly removed the
       tears. "It's obvious that your grandparents have met me if they
       know my name. So that means they're not captives. Your parents,
       they'll need to go into hiding like the rest of us, or come up
       with some wild story and never see you again except when they
       can get down here or you can get up there. As for your
       grandparents, they're probably around here somewhere.. From all
       the information I've gathered and acutely gone through, they're
       Dream Curseworkers." He stated, leaning back against the couch's
       side as he continued to hold her. Looking at her with that same
       sweet smile, he tilted his head. "Well, now that we've gotten
       that all figured out, what's your name? Oh, and another thing,
       from what it seems; your parents were well aware of what you
       are. The precautions they took were that of the same many others
       have tried." He stated.  [/center]
       #Post#: 9276--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Curse
       By: Alice Date: November 10, 2011, 7:15 pm
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       She listens to Shey again wondering what he meant by going in to
       hiding. She'd never heard of any of this before.  "My name is
       Ashleigh, although my parents are silly and didn't spell it
       properly" she tries to hold back the tears but now that she
       understands all that her parents went through she couldn't
       anymore leaning against the man her grandparents told her trust.
       Against his chest she cries trying to get it all out while she
       could. For afterward she smiles a little despite the tears
       rolling down her cheeks
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