Post by luna cole settle on May 3, 2009 22:31:50 GMT -3
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK, YEAH I AM A WINNER[/FONT]
L u n a ● Cole ● S e t t l e
My lips like sugar (My lips like sugar)
This candy got you sprung (This candy got you sprung)
So call me your sugar (So call me your sugar )
You love you some (You love you some)
I’m sweet like
Dum da ba dee da ba dyn da ba dee da ba
Dum da ba dee da ba dyn da ba dee da ba
Seventeen ● Stubborn ● Vegitarion Vampire
Kirsten Dunst
Luna Cole Settle is 5 ft. 8in. She weighs around 137 pounds which is average for her height. Her hair is a blonde color just as her twin Lu'Anna. She dresses in mostly blacks, reds, and puples to match her attitude. Luna has bright red eyes as she is a newborn vampire , and a small face.
As for is personality Luna can be a rude one. She tells you the truth and speaks her mind. She doesn't care if it hurts you and makes you cry if it truly need to be said. She can be a friendly person once she gets to know you ot if she knows you. She is not the one to open up to someone first. She's not the one to be messed either.Luna is bisexual and will let people now it. She could care less what people think about it. She doesn't listen very well to the teacher and loves to cause trouble wherever, whenever. She is loyal to the friends she has and she will stick by them when they need.
Luna was born and raised in France with her twin Lu'Anna. Once the three were five their mother began teaching them English along with their own language. Luna's mom was a stay at home mother and her father worked as a motel manager. A few years later the family moved to America so he could be closer to work.
Luna unfortunately one day had roamed into a frost at home and had been bitten by a vampire.She lucky survived though now lives with the curse. To live forever at one age.
Currently at 17 Luna is faced with having to stay away from her family untill she is able to control her thirst. She only hunts animals and rarely is ever in contact with a human.
Ashleigh ● Seventeen ● adkinsashleigh@yahoo.com
"Damn it! Will someone please let me out of here?!”
Usually the student would not use profanity so loudly, but she was quite perturbed. What made this even more obvious was that she let out a heavy sigh and a frustrated growl from behind the door of the broom cupboard. She beat against the door a few more times in hopes that someone would hear her and help her out. She had tried many times to unlock the door and to force it out of the way, but there was no avail. The door would not give in to her spell-casting, no matter what spells she performed. She wasn’t just using alohomora, either; she was using a few advanced spells. The funny thing about it all was that absolutely nothing was working.
“What the hell…” she said lowly and leaned her head against the door. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes tightly, wondering whether or not she was stuck in a nightmare of some kind. When she opened her eyes to see darkness again, she let out a groan and flicked her wand without saying another word. A light illuminated its tip and filled the small broom cupboard. She glanced around. Surrounding her was a conglomeration of things: brooms, mops, cleaning supplies. She sighed.
How did she end up in that cupboard anyway? The only thing she could remember was walking down the third floor corridor, humming as she did so. When she reached a door to which she had no idea where it went, the door suddenly swung open, and she was thrown, seemingly by force, into the broom cupboard. She had fallen upon the brooms, mops, buckets, and other supplies with an oomph and a slight gasp of pain and surprise. When she managed to stand on her feet and find the doorknob, she rubbed the back of her head and ran her fingers through her curls.
“Man…” she said to herself and whined a bit. She started to beat on the door once again. “Hello?! Is there anyone out there?! Can someone help me?! Pleeeeaaaaseee?” She let out a faint laugh at herself. She knew that she probably sounded pathetic from the inside of a broom cupboard. But it really wasn’t her fault… it was something else’s fault… Whose or what’s fault she had no idea… but it wasn’t hers--that was for sure." [/center]
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