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RainbowMuffinage
Wavikz
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Your Name: RainbowMuffinage
Character Name: Skye Wendy Stoneson
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Age: Seventeen
Height: Five foot seven
Weight: A hundred and seventy-four pounds
Eye Color: Green-ish, blue-ish, brown-ish
Hair Color: Red, with hints of gold, blonde and ginger.
Personality: First thing you gotta know about me -- I'm a total emotional wreck. Seriously, I'll be skipping about Starbucks with a vanilla latte one minute and crying in the corner of my room the next. Not gonna lie, I used to cut. It takes a lot to make me do it these days, though. See, it's usually pretty easy to tell whether I'm in a good mood or not. Hood up, hands shoved in pockets, headphones on, iPod blasting, head down = KEEP BACK. And, yeah. That's how I act whenever I'm alone. See, I don't do too good on my own. I get lonely, like, whenever I'm not with somebody I'm close to, be they family, friends or my neighbour's cat. Abandonment issues, I guess. I like to think I have a pretty good sense of humour. I try not to act up around strangers who are just trying to be nice. Though, I do bite. Sometimes. I usually express myself through music. On that note, I WORSHIP Paramore. I tend to quote them in situations.
History: So, I grew up with a pretty regular family. Well, I say "regular". Dad's never really been the "fatherly" type. Basically, he's an ass. Don't even TRY having a conversation with him. It just turns into some huge argument. He thinks the world is such a bad place -- he's always looking for the negatives in everything. I've been tempted to Sharpie "PESSEMIST, AND PROUD" on his forehead for years. I've never known him to go to work -- Mom carries two jobs to support out family and I work at a Starbucks in town. That's where I met Dawson. ♥ I guess we just clicked straight away. It was magic. (: We've got a Wolf Hybrid called Wolf. He's been my best friend since . . . Well, I don't remember a day when he hasn't been by my side. HE doesn't laugh at my flab. ¬_¬ And he howls at the moon with me. I take him out to the woods a lot. Actually, wherever I am, he's there too. I tend to talk to him a lot. Not just in English -- we yip, howl and growl at each other. It's pretty cute, actually.
Abilities: Playing guitar, piano, drums and singing (( although very few people have ever heard me )), cooking and keeping myself to myself.
Weaknesses: Dawson, I s'pose. I can't stand seeing anything bad happen to him. Though, at the same time, I feel like that for Neal. \:
Weapon(s) of choice: My teeth. :3
Likes:
♣ Food -- I eat WAY too much.
♣ Paramore -- I don't think you quite understand how much I worship this band.
♣ Music -- listening, playing (( though I suck )), composing on occasions.
♣ Converse -- good old faithful.
♣ XBOX -- with the guys, usually Borderlands or Mass Effect II.
♣ Dawson -- a shitload. Yes, that's an actual unit of measurment.
♣ Dawson's songs -- you can tell, that kid's got a lotta heart. ♥
♣ Guys in general -- I don't do female friends. They bitch.
♣ My mahoosive green hoodie -- yes, it makes me look like a pea. I don't care.
♣ The "Comfort" Zone -- I like being places and with people I know, and have done for a long time. Change freaks me out.
Dislikes:
♦ The dark -- since I was ickle.
♦ Heights -- since I was ickle.
♦ My weight -- yeah, I need a diet.
♦ Old people who act like they're twelve -- seriously, grow up.
♦ Little kids who don't understand the word "no" -- parents, you should know better.
♦ Old people who blame everything on young people // criticise ALL of us -- we're not ALL murderers who go around raping people.
♦ People who demand respect -- you can have it when you've EARNED it, bitch.
♦ Skinny supermodels -- seriously, you have a disorder.
♦ Being on my own -- another major phobia.
♦ Seeing people hurt -- it's just . . . . . . gah. ¬_¬
Theme Song: [--x--]
I Sound Like This: [--x--]
Other: Oh. And Neal Hunter's a jerk-face . . . . . . . . . Ha ha, just kidding. He may be a total ass sometimes but I love him really. (: ♥

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Fireworks.
A flash of photography.
The howl of a wolf.
The smell of pine trees.
Coarse hairs brushing past pale skin.
Stars dotted across an inky black sky.
Dewy grass, lush green.
Warmth.

And then, a scream.

A plate smashed against a wall downstairs, the audible sound of last night's lasagne slapping against the wall paper and sliding down to the floor. Upstairs, in a room locked from the inside, on top of a single bed, a large lump rolled over and onto the floor, landing with a soft thump ! In the corner of the room, nestled in a pile of old clothes, another lump stirred, awoken. The larger lump moaned, still wrapped in it's duvet, and stretched, it's toes clicking as they were flexed back and forth. Sighing, Skye peeled the covers away from her face and looked up at the stippled white ceiling of her room as she listened to the loud voices downstairs.

Guess Dad was home late. Again.

Groaning, she sat upright. Looking over to her alarm clock (( 9:47 AM )) she cringed. Collapsing back onto the floor, she exhaled loudly. The second lump in the pile of clothes shook slightly as the sound of a dog-like yawn drifted around the room. A large, black, wet nose poked out from the neck of a t-shirt and sniffed. Moments later, a large black and bay creature appeared, fur sticking out at odd angles over it's body. Wolf looked over to the place where Skye was laying and yipped cheerfully, bounding over to her. The girl smiled at her childhood best friend and patted his head. The wolf hybrid's tongue flopped out of it's mouth in a cheeky smile as he climbed up onto his master's stomach, tail wagging excitedly.

"C'mon, Wolf. I gotta get to work." Skye said, scratching behind the dog's ears.

Standing up, she wrapped the bundle up into her covers and placed it onto her bed, leaving it to fight it's way out of the soft, purple ball. Unlocking her bedroom door, Skye padded barefoot to the bathroom, blocking out the sound of her parents arguing. When she reached the small, cramped, tiled room, she shut the door behind her and gazed at her reflection in the large, circular mirror on the wall. Tousled red hair, fluffed up, multi-coloured eyes, an oval-shaped face and skin like porcelain. Sighing, Skye shook her head, dropped her pyjamas and made her way into the shower.

Fifteen minutes -- and seven more plates being smashed on walls -- later, Skye stepped out of the shower. She wrapped herself up in a maHOOSIVE rainbow towel and made her way back into her bedroom, closing the door and sighing as she collapsed onto her bed in a huff. Wolf, who had finally escaped from the duvet, barked and jumped into the bed, licking the girl's face, playfully. He nuzzled the girl's cheek as she looked at him, a dull, tired expression clouding her face. However, it quickly turned into a smile as the dog continued to lick her face. She giggled childishly, for the millionth time in her life, counting her lucky stars that she had her best friend to brighten up her days.

Standing, Skye crossed her room to her closet and slid back the yellow door. It was a Monday, which meant work, which meant a serious limitation on her choice of clothing. Reluctently, she pulled out a black collared shirt -- man's XL -- and her black skinny jeans. Sliding the door shut, she wandered over to her dressing // computer table and sat down on a swivel chair. She put on a little make-up to cover the dark circles under her eyes and finished with some pretty simple eyeliner. Surveying her appearance in the mirror, she attempted a smile. It looked a little . . . 'off', but it'd have to do. Reaching down under the desk, the girl grabbed her old, pale yellow Converse and lazily slipped her feet into them. Standing, she picked up her phone and her iPod from her bed, plugging in her headphones as she slipped them over her ears, preparing to block out the continuing crescendo of her parents arguing. Putting on black and purple striped hoodie and pulling up the hood, she opened her bedroom door and stepped out onto the landing once again.

The headphones Skye wore were actually pretty cool ear muffs and they muffled the screaming voices rather well. But, muffling alone just wasn't good enough. She pulled her iPod out of her pocket and turned it on, switching to her all-time favourite band. The music was deafening, but couldn't be heard by anybody other than her. She desended the stairs of her small home and crossed the war-zone of her parent's argument. On the couch, her mother, a frazzled-looking blonde with wrinkles creeping out of the corner of her eyes, sat with her head in her hands as my father, a tall, dark-haired ape with a mono-brow like a garden hedge, stood over her, screaming his heart out. I crossed the living room silently, only pausing to open the front door.

"Going to work, back late, I'll pick up dinner on the way home." She called out, wondering why she was even bothering.

In response, Skye's Mother stood up in front of her Dad, screaming a stream of insults back at him. Skye sighed and shook her head.

"Have a nice day." She said to herself as she stepped out of the front door, slamming it behind her.

Shoving her hands into her pockets, she started walking towards the town center. Skye held up a job at Starbucks with Dawson. Oh. Oh. Dawson. This day just got better. Pulling out her phone, she wrote a quick text to the boy she was so desperately in love with.

To :: Dawson ♥
From :: Skye ♪
Morning, mister sleepy-head. Beaten me to work (( again )) ? x

Pressing 'Send', Skye smiled as she placed her phone back into her pocket and continued her journey to work.

(( Aaand, I'm done ! Feel free to post, dudes ! :D ))

The morning wasn't actually looking too bad, for a Monday. The sun shone down on the grotty tarmac, reflecting off windows and giving the streets a golden glow. She was already half an hour late, but Skye was in no rush as she wandered around down-town, enjoying the view. Everybody seemed so . . . happy. After a few minutes of smiling to complete strangers and her walk evolving into some sort of . . . skip, Skye began to enter the all-more busy part of the city. The weather seemed to be smothered by thin, wispy grey clouds here and there, the sunshine struggling to get through the layer. People here didn't have time to smile at each other, or to even stop for a coffee. Wait. Coffee. Coffee.

"Holy C#@P, I'm LATE ! !" She yelled , jumping up and down like a small child before setting off, sprinting, towards Starbucks.

People stood and stared as she weaved around lamp-posts and women with their arms filled with bags of groceries, but surprisingly, Skye managed to jump out of the way before she crashed into them. Rounding a corner, she turned onto the narrow stretch. The finish line. The clouds in the sky opened up and a trail of light landed on the small Starbucks coffee shop dead ahead of her. Starring at the coffee shop in awe, Skye smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. I'm gonna make it. I'm gonna make it. I'm gonna ma-

KER-SMACK ! !

She hit the concrete floor of the street, people swerving to avoid getting dragged down with her. Lying there, Skye gazed up at the lamp-post which had completely ruined everything. She attempted to scowl at the black iron demon, but pain prickled her face at the slightest movement. She could already feel the bruise forming from where she had run, head-first, into the pole. Bollocks.

Feeling her phone vibrate in her jeans, Skye quickly pulled it out of her front pocket and opened a text from Neal. Smiling, and wincing as she did so, she quickly texted back.

To :: Nellykins ♥
From :: Skye ♪
Heh, yeah right. Just got pulverized by a lamp-post when I was trying to get to work on time. I swear to GOD, I will NEVER be early for ANYTHING. >.<

Sending the text, Skye made the decision to attempt to get up. Rolling onto all fours, she stood up very slowly, dizziness already creeping into her brain at waist-height. Groaning, she placed her hand over her face, feeling a small trickle of warm, stickiness around her fore-head. Sighing, she attempted to hide her limp as she hobbled across the road and into Starbucks, leaning all her weight against the door to open it.


"Yeah, I know I'm late. No, I don't really care this morning. And, yes. This is the handy work of that fucking lamp-post across the road." she called out as she entered the customer-less, empty shell of a building.

(( Please do excuse the shortness -- I'm just about to leave for school. :yes: ))

Skye gladly followed Dawson's orders and took a seat at the small coffee table, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as he fussed over her. She winced slightly as he barked at Krissy, another employee and the crankiest chick alive when she was in a bad mood, and then again as he pressed a cold, damp . . . thing to her head.

"Juh-EEESHUSH CRIPESICLES." she moaned as the pain in her temple flared. "Asperin, anyone ?"

Skye watched the thoughts racing around behind Dawson's bright eyes and knew his mind was at work making some form of memory to mark her clumsiness. She giggled slightly, being careful not to jog her lover's arms as he began hastily applying antiseptic cream to her battle wounds.

"Oh, Dawson. You baby me WAY too much." she commented, smiling cheekily as the boy kissed her hands. "Thank you."

Leaning slightly forwards, Skye wrapped her arms around Dawson and cocooned him into a giant bear-hug. He was warm and smelled like coffee ;; she inhaled the scent, craving it more than air, to feel the very essence of him surging through her own body, keeping her alive. She sat there for a moment, thanking her lucky stars that she had such wonderful, caring people in her life. Wiggling her head into the center of the hug, she placed her cheek next to Dawson's and delighted in feeling his skin against hers, sparking and sending electricity across her body. She turned her head slightly and placed her lips gently against his, breathing in the even sweeter scent of his mouth.

This was what made it all worth-while.

This was what made the world turn round.

This was home.

(( Gah. I'm sorry it's been so long. Coursework and such. >.< ))

(( Oh, yes please ! That'd be awesome ! :3 ))