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VAUGHN, winifred « Thread Started on Nov 5, 2009, 11:15pm »
` run WINIFRED CASSANDRA VAUGHN, run "ouch i have lost myself again lost myself and i am nowhere to be found, yeah I think that I might break i've lost myself again and i feel unsafe"
` are you with me,
YOUR NAME/ALIAS . MELLY YOUR AGE . FIFTEEN RP EXPERIENCE . FOUR YEARS? CONTACT INFO . IM EVERYWHERE, CALL AND I WILL ANSWER HOW DID YOU FIND US .THIS SITE IS MY BABY <3
` there's no turning back,
FULL NAME . WINIFRED CASSANDRA VAUGHN NICKNAMES . WINNIE, FREDDIE, FRED, VAUGHN AGE & DATE OF BIRTH . TWENTY . JANUARY SIXTEENTH CATERGORY . ASYLUM TRACKER POWER . WEATHER CONTROL; STILL NEEDS MORE DEVLOPEMENT FACE CLAIM . BRITTANY FLICKINGER
` i'll be waiting,
HEIGHT . FIVE FEET FIVE INCHES WEIGHT . HUNDRED FIFTEEN POUNDS TATTOOS & PIERCINGS . TATTOO. EARS PIERCED DISTINGUISHING FEATURES . CURVY FIGURE. SOFT EYES. PHYSICAL FLAWS . CROOKED FINGERS. BURN MARKS ON HER BACK. PERSONAL STYLE . CASUAL. IN-STYLE. FUN. COMFY.
` lace up your shoes,
LIKES . MEETING NEW PEOPLE HAVING FUN SHOPPING FOR JEWELRY TATTOOS ICE CREAM DISLIKES . DICTATOR LIKE AUTHORITY FIRES DIETS ESCAPED PATIENTS CLICK FLICKS THAT MAKE HER CRY STRENGTHS . TRACKING MANIPULATING PEOPLES WORDS DIRECTIONS WEAKNESSES . KEEPING HER COOL MASKING HER EMOTIONS BOYS WITH CUTE FACES GOALS . FIND A NEW JOB REVENGE ON THE BOY THAT BURNT HER FEARS . BIG HUGE FIRES PATIENTS WITH REALLY STRONG POWERS SECRETS . ALWAYS SECRETLY WISHED SHE HAD POWERS ONCE STOLE
` don't tell a soul goodbye,
HOMETOWN . WINSLOW, ME WHY YOU WERE SENT HERE . ITS MY JOB. OR 'PUNISHMENT' FATHER . SCOTT VAUGHN MOTHER . VICTORIA VAUGHN SIBLINGS . CHARLOTTE VAUGHN; OLDER SISTER PETS . N/A OTHER FAMILY . EVELYN VAUGHN; COUSIN. WESTON VAUGHN; COUSIN. BLAKE VAUGHN; COUSIN.
HISTORY .
PEOPLE WITH POWERS? WHAT IS THIS MADNESS. Of course couple; Scott and Victoria Vaughn wanted to get their hands into something like this. They where collage students forced to do experiments for their professors, but now they where offered an opportunity to do their own studies and actually get good money for it. Anyone would take the job. So Mr and Mrs. Vaughn packed up all they had and moved to Winslow Maine, where a huge facility devoted to people and powers was masked as an insane asylum, with their two year old daughter Charlotte. Bother adults where shocked when they first came to the asylum; not by how bad the patients where treated but by the patients themselves. There where kids turning into mist or talking to animals it was simply amazing. They weren't rude or mean to the patients, but whatever the others doctors did wasn't their fault. And plus the younger patients where nice play mates for Charlotte; for she was to young to go to school at this time.
WINIFRED CASANDRA VAUGHN, came into the world red face and screaming. Little Winnie basically grew up in the asylum, as a toddler gripping on to her fathers pant leg to make sure he stayed close and then later you could find her playing with patients. Winnie was more outgoing then her sister; always introducing herself to anyone who walked by. She also took a liking to people with more powerful abilities. At the age of six she had made a best friend, a boy who could control fire. Its funny how your brain blocks out the most horrible things in life. For, you see, Winifred can barely remember a thing about the boy. He had to be at least two years older then her, he controlled fire, he was the first to call her freddie... but thats pretty much it. She had a feeling she could pick him out from a line of people but Winifred wouldn't be able to tell you how he looked exactly... Oh, and now he's an escaped patient. One day their little friendship turned upside down when fireboy practically held her hostage in exchange for his freedom. When the doctors didn't listen to him the boy placed his hand on her shoulder and blasted as much fire as he could.
WHEN EVERYONE WAS WORRIED over little winnifred vaughn the boy must have escaped. Her whole back was covered with burns. The little girl couldn't really describe them herself, they where on her back, but oh boy did it hurt. The worst part was where his palm laid against her clothing. Even now you can look on her back and see that there is a difference in the color where the burns had been. But was it bad that every time she heard the name Freddie she thought it would be her friend? She didn't hate him for hurting her, but everyone else sure did. Her father's mind state had changed, at first he saw patients has people that needed help, now he saw them as people who would hurt anyone to get what they wanted. Now Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn saw what all the doctors saw in patients and they soon became as cruel as every last one of them. After a while Freddie learned to forget it all and now she was moving on to bigger problems; highschool. Larkin Academy was just not meant for the rebellious girl. Her grades where not the best and same with her attitude. She hung out with the group that seemed better suited for the city outskirts then the high class inner city. Winifred barely passed highschool and wasn't really planning to go to collage which was not a wise choice in her parents eyes.
SO THEY BROUGHT HER BACK TO THE ASYLUM. If she wasn't going to got to collage she would have to get a job there as a tracker. Trackers are a new idea to the asylum, but Freddie could see why they where needed. By now there where many escaped patients and that wouldn't be good if they got out on the streets. Winifred agreed to the surgeries and they injected her with something that could give her powers. it took a few weeks but the girl finally got used to everything. Freddie isn't the best tracker, but she can hold her own and now with her powers getting stronger who knows, she might be one of the best. Her powers is controlling the weather. At first she thought it just contained electricity, but now she is noticing how the air in rooms would get humid or freezing cold as soon as she stepped in. Not to mention the gusts of winds that happen when she is mad.
` here's the countdown,
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RP SAMPLE . had it only been two days? for arden lynn clark it felt like maybe a year, or longer. nothing much had happened; in fact during the last two days she had locked herself in the dungeon that was her dust filled room. the emptiness of not having carson there was to much for the teenager too bare so she laid on her bed wrapped in all her blankets like she was sick. she was hoping to hold on to the warmth he had left more then a night ago, but there was nothing left. every second on her clock seemed drawn out and outside of her window everything looked like it was in pause with its gloominess. with the gray skies leaving an ominous shadow on the streets and trees arden felt like she was in the center of some cheesy horror movie they only showed during halloween times. but as much as she tried arden couldn't will herself to get up and act like a normal human being. it was as if her heart weighed so much with pain that it was keeping her down on her bed. she should have just said yes, or at least something, not just sit there like an idiot waiting for the stars to align just the right way so all her problems would poof into thin air.
for many people love is just something that ends up in heartbreak because the other person in the relationship hurt you, but with arden if was just the opposite. it felt as if she was the one the mallet in her hand and pieces of broken hearts shattered on the floor. but this is just stupid, its like one of those 'the first cut is the deepest' kind of things, you are young and have the whole world laid out in front of you, someone might say to arden. wrong. this isn't just some kind of puppy love [unless you like puns]. what carson and arden had was not normal, because werewolves and imprinting isn't normal. and don't think for a moment that arden wished she wasn't imprinted by carson. carson was everything to this girl but love was new to her, and being able to voice her feelings after picking out what she really wanted from a field of scattered thoughts was hard for arden. she was hoping that when the time would come it would be so flawless like the hollywood movies and she would know what to say to make that moment so amazing. yes arden happened to be one of those hopeless romantics even if at the moment you couldn't tell.
arden thought she knew everything, give and take a few things, she always felt like she was over looking situations making sure everything ran smoothly but with not even a word carson had messed up all she had planned. just the other night carson damistung had climbed his way into arden's room, because very early in their relationship they noticed that being together made things just a whole lot better, and if that meant sneaking around under parents noses they where willing to take that risk. but upon his visit arden had found a ring in his possession. marriage? now? hadn't carson read romeo and juliet? they rushed things and look what happened to them. all arden could do was cry, no matter how much she tried to hold back her tears. at least she had carson there to hold her together. "Y-you don't have to s-say yes now, I mean you c-can think it over." And thats all arden did until she feel asleep, think. and after all her thinking she came up with one answer. yes. but carson's words and silent escape fell on sleepy ears leaving arden to wake up by herself staring at the black velvet box he had left on her night stand.
"I love you, and I do want you to marry me."
the next day or so was like a living hell, arden spent most of it bedridden and replaying everything in her head. she could still feel his whispers on her skin and his strong arms around her small body. what was he thinking? was he regretting imprinting on her? did he wish he had someone better, someone that didn't have over protective parents that weighted her every move? if he did, arden could promise that whoever that person was would not love carson as much as she did. but how was he to know, she didn't exactly show it... still arden couldn't picture a world with out carson, in fact she could barley stand the day with out even seeing him; thats why she stared her clock counting down the seconds until he was off from patrol. then she waited five more minutes, just because the butterflies in her stomach where holding her back, until she called carson. sam had assigned him and extra shift and he wouldn't be able to come the night, but he was going to make it to the already planned dinner the next day. arden couldn't figure out if he was lying or telling the truth, but after 'i love you's they hung up and she was just going to have to spend the night alone and wait for tomorrow.
knowing fully well that her parents weren't going to do anything to make this dinner a slight success arden lynn mustered all she could to get off from her bed. she took a shower and got herself all pretty before heading down stairs to start cooking dinner. her parents where probably in their room coming up with more rude jokes and crude statements for carson, but she tried to push that thought aside. she tried concentrating on the bowl of pasta boiling in front of her, setting the table, making a salad, getting drinks, yadda yadda. but nothing seemed to ease the idea that the dinner was off on the wrong foot before it even started. the clock was ticking away as the spaghetti hit the table, carson should be here soon, and her parents where making their way down stairs. her father found his spot on the couch and turned on the tv while her mother made her way to the kitchen. "Sweetie, why did you go out of your way to make all this? He's probably not coming..." was her response to the dinner table. "he said he was coming..." arden said in her small voice, fearing that what her mom had said was true. "please, can't we just give this a try? can't you just not ruin this?" arden continued a little more confident, she would have continued but she was interrupted by the door bell.
carson. carson. carson. carson. was all her mind could process correctly as she made her escape from the kitchen to open the front door. he was dressed for the occasion, all nice and clean and he wore that smile that just made every part of arden melt; for a moment her problems floated away. arden couldn't be sure if carson had stepped closer to her or she to him, but all of the sudden he was right there. her arms wrapped around him checking to see if was really him and her lips greedily went to his as if he was the air that she needed. "You made it" she smiled pulling away, feeling stupid just stating the obvious. "look car, we need to ta-" "arden its rude to leave your guests outside, hurry up before the dinner gets cold'' mrs. clark pretty much yelled, cutting arden's voice off. with a sigh the girl looked up to the one she loved with eyes telling him she was sorry, hopefully he would get the message; before weaving their fingers together and guiding him into the dining room. emily clark was already sitting down at the table serving herself some salad while her husband stood tall next to the table. hellos and welcomes where exchanged with all the manners in the worlds but still filled with awkwardness and then everyone shuffled into their seat at the table.
all you could hear was the soft chewing of food and moving of silver wear. arden's eyes couldn't rest on one spot, either looking at her parents wondering when their firsts words of evil would emerge or glancing over to carson wondering what was on his mind. finally the emptiness in the air was broken when robert clark decided to talk. "Really Carson? Why do you keep on coming back as if you are welcomed here?"
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