Post by autumnskyproctor on May 10, 2008 15:01:33 GMT -5
STATISTICS
Full Name: Autumn Luna Skyproctor
Nickname: Umm... Autumn? Unless Frosh counts, although she's nearly a sophomore
Age: fifteen (As Of July 2007. I don't know what time of year it is in this roleplay.)
BEAUTY
Hair Color: Brown. Just dark, mousy brown.
Eye Color: A pale shade of Green.
Overall Appearance: Autumn is tiny and pixie-like. Don’t get me wrong, though, she doesn’t look the least bit like Ms. Alice Cullen; no, she isn’t nearly as attractive. Her face is, however, rather pixie-like, with a narrow jaw and full lips. Her nose is small and thin, somewhat pushed-up under a broad forehead. Thin brown eyebrows, flatter than they are curved, brood over smallish, pale green eyes, inherent from her mother’s side. She is short of stature, standing just above five feet, and not all that thin, at one hundred fifteen pounds. She is curvy with a large rear and thin waist, thin arms and legs that do their best to remain normal sized after stemming from such wide hips. She is as blunt as her hair is curly, curvy as her will is strong, childlike as her eyes are green.
She does not quite appear to be Quileute. Though she isn’t as pale as most of the residents of Forks, she does not share that distinct russet complexion with most of the rest of La Push, and is more olive colored than anything. Her hair is short, just about reaching her shoulder and very, very curly. Brown, it is normally half pulled up, or at least clipped out of her eyes. Autumn has never straightened her hair [though she admits to attempting to blow-dry it more than once]. Rather, she uses the type of products that help fight with her curls instead of against them. She is a size five [minus three or four inches] in most stores, with a size six shoe in womens’.
To be entirely honest, Autumn doesn’t care what she’s wearing. Anything works for her, as long as it’s comfortable. She seems to be partial towards jeans and blouses, but that is only because she owns more of them. One of her quirks, however, is that although she loves to wear dresses, she will not wear skirts. Ever.
Likes:
sunshine; this is rare in the Olympic Peninsula, so she occasionally resorts to moonlight.
literature; call her a nerd all you want, but Autumn is rarely seen without a novel under her arm
music; this is a trivial one, simply because she has no favorite genre of music, only listens to music she likes, no segregation involved
the rest are self-explanatory:
family
animals
most sports
Dislikes: cockroaches;; mean people;; dishonesty;; being asked to lie;; the death penalty [everyone deserves a second chance]
Strengths:
her neverending optimism
random funfacts that she keeps in the back of her head for awkward silences
she's pretty likeable, if mildly annoying
honesty
loyalty
Despite her ditzy behaviour, Autumn is actual pretty smart. And pretty brave, when you get down to it.
Weaknesses:
She is irrevocably horrified of cockroaches.
Autumn gets attached to people and places and misses them easily
In a nutshell, she is stubborn and never lets go of something once it's crossed her mind
As mentioned earlier, she gets annoying in concentrated doses
She has a bad habit of putting those she loves before anybody else.
Habits: To be honest, Autumn doesn't have many habits. She has several quirks, such as the fact that she always has nail polish on the fingers on her left hand, but not her right, even though she's ambidextrous, and her horrible tendency of doing something even though she knows she'll get into trouble or get someone hurt by doing so.
First Impressions: When someone first meets Autumn, they are either incredibly endeared or incredibly annoyed. Her always-happy mood either rubs off on people and makes them happy, too, or just gets on their nerves. Although when speaking to her for the first time her responses may come as a shock, you can read her like an open book and you grow to learn how she's going to respond to everything. A horrible liar, if Autumn doesn't like you, you will know it, not that she would try to hide it in the first place. She is a bit outrageous, and has a tendency to hug people she is just meeting, simply because she can.
Personality: Autumn is a social being. She thrives off of human contact; it makes her feel good to make others feel good. If someone around her is hurting, she’s hurting. If they’re happy, she’s happy. And that doesn’t only apply to those that she cares about. She wants everybody to be enjoying themselves, to be having a good time, because she knows what a waste of a body you are if you aren’t enjoying yourself. With Autumn it is all about her pursuit of happiness: if it makes her happy, then it’s good, if it doesn’t, it’s bad. And seeing people happy makes her happy, so you’d better be happy when you’re around her.
She is oddly charismatic, with an ability to make people smile, even if it is half-grudgingly. She’s not exactly charming, but is wildly enthusiastic about nearly everything, and puts all of herself into things. She is reckless, but wholehearted, and has a tendency to be motherly and overprotective of those she loves. Another tendency may be that to act on a whim, suspect on a notion, jump to conclusions…
Autumn can either be very tiring or very calming, depending on her mood; contradictory, I know. In the morning, she is serene and reflective, and has a habit of saying the first thing that comes into her mind, whether or not it is appropriate. At those times she may seem distant, and “out of it,” maybe even mildly cautious. In the evening, she is just a whole bunch of saturated energy, bouncing off the walls and always excited. She will still say the first thing to come to mind, but she is less reflective, more hyperactive, with an inability to sit still for very long at all.
She is an independent spirit, a dreamer, a free soul. Whatever you want to call it, Autumn does not want your pity. All she wants from any human being [other than her parents, that’s another story] is for them to be happy, or to at least leave her out of their woes unless she wants in. She doesn’t even need that. It’s just highly appreciated. She likes feeling like she can fend for herself, and enjoys learning new things.
One of her major flaws is that she never finishes what she starts. Or hardly every, anyways. Autumn is constantly finding new infatuations, new dreams to pursue, which she gives up in pursuit of her newest dream rather quickly. She is stuck in a permanent state of indecision, never sure what she wants to do in the future. But, she doesn’t even care. It’s all about carpe diem for her, make the most out of your day, your hour, your second, before it makes the most out of you.
Strong willed and stubborn, is demanding, and pushy, and sometimes obsessive-compulsive, though never a perfectionist. On the contrary, she is a slob. It’s not like she’s even a lazy slob. She makes her bed in the morning and puts her clothes away in the evening, dusts all of the surfaces in her room once a week after helping her mother vacuum, helps put away dinner dishes and set the table, wash clothing and fold it… anything to make Amelily feel like she didn’t waste the past nearly-sixteen years on nothing. But despite her efforts, every mess in the house consists of Autumn’s stuff. There are generally at least three pairs of shoes or sandals or slippers splayed across her bedroom floor all afternoon, with several pairs of pants and shirts crumpled on her bed. The office is an organized chaos of Autumn’s notes, Autumn’s books, Autumn’s software, Autumn’s everything.
No, she is not a lady; rather, she is still very much a child, with a tendency to act like it. No; this is not where I am going to say she thinks the world revolves around her. She merely doesn’t understand how lucky she is sometimes. Sure she knows it, and even appreciates it, she just doesn’t see how much easier she has it than so many others. Her needs are simple, but they need to be fulfilled. She is in constant need of books, music, and movies, friends, anything to keep her entertained. Autumn has never cared too much about getting dressed up, but she is by no means careless with her hygiene.
Despite all shortcomings, Autumn is happy ninety-eight percent of the time. She is affectionate and constantly smiling. Resistance to her contagious charm is futile.
HISTORY
Life: Autumn is a summer baby; she was born July twenty-eighth of nineteen ninety-two, to the loving parents John Skyproctor [Quileute] and Amelily Jamison [not Quileute, more of an Italian and Irish mix, with a little Russian, some French, some long-lost Mongolian and a hint of Egyptian]. She came into this world in the afternoon, just past three PM, shortly after her twin sister [fraternal] Summer. Here’s some trivia for later: Autumn’s name was supposed to be July, because Amelily had always been of the sentimental sort, but John convinced her otherwise, saying that it’s embarrassing later on in life to be named after the month you’re born. Also, both Summer and Autumn’s middle names are Luna. When growing up, they would call each other Midsummer Night and Harvest Moon, just for kicks, and to poke fun at their own last name. So commenced the birth of Autumn Luna Skyproctor.
The birth took place in a small town in Southern California, La Quinta, just outside of Palm Desert, which is very near a town that even you simpletons may have heard of: Palm Springs. The first three years of her life were spent in California, until her mother gave up her pipedreams of becoming an actress [she was nearly thirty at the time, old enough to settle down] and allowed John to relocate the family to where he had grown up.
Autumn had been a lively toddler, born with a full head of brown curls and pale, almond-shaped eyes. She was born smaller than Summer, at nineteen inches and seven and a half pounds to Summer’s twenty-one inches and eight pounds. Her skin was darker, her eyes smaller, and hair thicker than her sister’s. Autumn, however, hit all the major milestones first: walked two weeks before Summer, said “Huggie!” three days before Summer said “Mama,” and was hospitalized for a concussion and a broken arm at two and a half, six years before Summer was taken to the Forks Hospital for pneumonia. However, Summer always did everything right the first time. When Autumn began walking, she stumbled and fell and tripped over things and was unsteady, while Summer was always sure of her footing, stable. Autumn was speaking in fragments until grade school while Summer was speaking in complete, sensible sentences before they hit three. It was clear that Autumn was reckless and enthusiastic while Summer was strategic and cautious.
John and Amelily then made the move to La Push, where the small family still lodged with Summer and Autumn’s only living grandparents, Ezra and Millicent on the Quileute reservation. Though Summer was perfectly contented with the gloom of Northern America, Autumn always longed for the sunlight. Her happiest memories were of the few days in her lifetime that had not been cast over, shaded by brooding clouds. She loved the rain, however, even from early on, and she loved being so close to the ocean. More than anything, though, she grew to love the sense of belonging she received from living on a reservation, knowing that everybody residing there was sharing something.
School and Autumn did not mix well together. There was a time for everything, and you couldn’t do anything when it wasn’t “time.” Time to read, time to color, time to talk, time to play… So when was the time to have fun? And that was the sad truth: nothing was fun if you could only do it when you were told to. Not to mention, she would have to spend most of those few sunlit days inside. What a waste!
So, it was probably because of school that Autumn grew to love moonlight almost as much as sunlight. It was the same concept, really. The light of the sun reflected off the moon to give sunlight. Sure, it wasn’t nearly as warm, and a bit more melancholy, but moonlight was crisp, clean, sharp…
And so life went on. Time moved forward. There was nothing particularly extraordinary about Autumn. Most of it she recalls only through records [birth certificates, carefully organized albums and recorded videos, courtesy of John, Amelily, Ezra and Millicent] and little snippets of memories [the scuff of sneakers on the cement and the whir of a spinning jumprope, the taste of saltwater and sand when a wave takes you under]. No great tragedy has befallen her, nor has she prevented one from damning another. She has felt no great love other than for her family, not that she has trouble relating to others. Making friends has never been a chore for her, and neither is she one that everybody wants to spend their time around. Her grades are at a steady B+/A- average, nothing particularly good or bad, just enough so she can get into a decent college if need be. She is elusive, she is eccentric, she is Autumn.
Clique Info:
ALL ABOUT YOU
Name: Anna
Age: thirteen
Other Characters: I don't know... I normally play Leah, too, but I like the app that the other girl sent in so far... I might attempt one of the Cullens, probably Emmett... And I have another human character brewing in my head... But she's too much like Autumn for there to be much fun involved in playing her.
Other Sites: Beyond Twilight... lots of Gaia roleplaying
Experience: A few years.
Example1: Gak... reusing sample
Example2: umm... this is Leah. I lost all the rest for Autumn.
Quote: "I'm Switzerland"
Full Name: Autumn Luna Skyproctor
Nickname: Umm... Autumn? Unless Frosh counts, although she's nearly a sophomore
Age: fifteen (As Of July 2007. I don't know what time of year it is in this roleplay.)
BEAUTY
Hair Color: Brown. Just dark, mousy brown.
Eye Color: A pale shade of Green.
Overall Appearance: Autumn is tiny and pixie-like. Don’t get me wrong, though, she doesn’t look the least bit like Ms. Alice Cullen; no, she isn’t nearly as attractive. Her face is, however, rather pixie-like, with a narrow jaw and full lips. Her nose is small and thin, somewhat pushed-up under a broad forehead. Thin brown eyebrows, flatter than they are curved, brood over smallish, pale green eyes, inherent from her mother’s side. She is short of stature, standing just above five feet, and not all that thin, at one hundred fifteen pounds. She is curvy with a large rear and thin waist, thin arms and legs that do their best to remain normal sized after stemming from such wide hips. She is as blunt as her hair is curly, curvy as her will is strong, childlike as her eyes are green.
She does not quite appear to be Quileute. Though she isn’t as pale as most of the residents of Forks, she does not share that distinct russet complexion with most of the rest of La Push, and is more olive colored than anything. Her hair is short, just about reaching her shoulder and very, very curly. Brown, it is normally half pulled up, or at least clipped out of her eyes. Autumn has never straightened her hair [though she admits to attempting to blow-dry it more than once]. Rather, she uses the type of products that help fight with her curls instead of against them. She is a size five [minus three or four inches] in most stores, with a size six shoe in womens’.
To be entirely honest, Autumn doesn’t care what she’s wearing. Anything works for her, as long as it’s comfortable. She seems to be partial towards jeans and blouses, but that is only because she owns more of them. One of her quirks, however, is that although she loves to wear dresses, she will not wear skirts. Ever.
Likes:
sunshine; this is rare in the Olympic Peninsula, so she occasionally resorts to moonlight.
literature; call her a nerd all you want, but Autumn is rarely seen without a novel under her arm
music; this is a trivial one, simply because she has no favorite genre of music, only listens to music she likes, no segregation involved
the rest are self-explanatory:
family
animals
most sports
Dislikes: cockroaches;; mean people;; dishonesty;; being asked to lie;; the death penalty [everyone deserves a second chance]
Strengths:
her neverending optimism
random funfacts that she keeps in the back of her head for awkward silences
she's pretty likeable, if mildly annoying
honesty
loyalty
Despite her ditzy behaviour, Autumn is actual pretty smart. And pretty brave, when you get down to it.
Weaknesses:
She is irrevocably horrified of cockroaches.
Autumn gets attached to people and places and misses them easily
In a nutshell, she is stubborn and never lets go of something once it's crossed her mind
As mentioned earlier, she gets annoying in concentrated doses
She has a bad habit of putting those she loves before anybody else.
Habits: To be honest, Autumn doesn't have many habits. She has several quirks, such as the fact that she always has nail polish on the fingers on her left hand, but not her right, even though she's ambidextrous, and her horrible tendency of doing something even though she knows she'll get into trouble or get someone hurt by doing so.
First Impressions: When someone first meets Autumn, they are either incredibly endeared or incredibly annoyed. Her always-happy mood either rubs off on people and makes them happy, too, or just gets on their nerves. Although when speaking to her for the first time her responses may come as a shock, you can read her like an open book and you grow to learn how she's going to respond to everything. A horrible liar, if Autumn doesn't like you, you will know it, not that she would try to hide it in the first place. She is a bit outrageous, and has a tendency to hug people she is just meeting, simply because she can.
Personality: Autumn is a social being. She thrives off of human contact; it makes her feel good to make others feel good. If someone around her is hurting, she’s hurting. If they’re happy, she’s happy. And that doesn’t only apply to those that she cares about. She wants everybody to be enjoying themselves, to be having a good time, because she knows what a waste of a body you are if you aren’t enjoying yourself. With Autumn it is all about her pursuit of happiness: if it makes her happy, then it’s good, if it doesn’t, it’s bad. And seeing people happy makes her happy, so you’d better be happy when you’re around her.
She is oddly charismatic, with an ability to make people smile, even if it is half-grudgingly. She’s not exactly charming, but is wildly enthusiastic about nearly everything, and puts all of herself into things. She is reckless, but wholehearted, and has a tendency to be motherly and overprotective of those she loves. Another tendency may be that to act on a whim, suspect on a notion, jump to conclusions…
Autumn can either be very tiring or very calming, depending on her mood; contradictory, I know. In the morning, she is serene and reflective, and has a habit of saying the first thing that comes into her mind, whether or not it is appropriate. At those times she may seem distant, and “out of it,” maybe even mildly cautious. In the evening, she is just a whole bunch of saturated energy, bouncing off the walls and always excited. She will still say the first thing to come to mind, but she is less reflective, more hyperactive, with an inability to sit still for very long at all.
She is an independent spirit, a dreamer, a free soul. Whatever you want to call it, Autumn does not want your pity. All she wants from any human being [other than her parents, that’s another story] is for them to be happy, or to at least leave her out of their woes unless she wants in. She doesn’t even need that. It’s just highly appreciated. She likes feeling like she can fend for herself, and enjoys learning new things.
One of her major flaws is that she never finishes what she starts. Or hardly every, anyways. Autumn is constantly finding new infatuations, new dreams to pursue, which she gives up in pursuit of her newest dream rather quickly. She is stuck in a permanent state of indecision, never sure what she wants to do in the future. But, she doesn’t even care. It’s all about carpe diem for her, make the most out of your day, your hour, your second, before it makes the most out of you.
Strong willed and stubborn, is demanding, and pushy, and sometimes obsessive-compulsive, though never a perfectionist. On the contrary, she is a slob. It’s not like she’s even a lazy slob. She makes her bed in the morning and puts her clothes away in the evening, dusts all of the surfaces in her room once a week after helping her mother vacuum, helps put away dinner dishes and set the table, wash clothing and fold it… anything to make Amelily feel like she didn’t waste the past nearly-sixteen years on nothing. But despite her efforts, every mess in the house consists of Autumn’s stuff. There are generally at least three pairs of shoes or sandals or slippers splayed across her bedroom floor all afternoon, with several pairs of pants and shirts crumpled on her bed. The office is an organized chaos of Autumn’s notes, Autumn’s books, Autumn’s software, Autumn’s everything.
No, she is not a lady; rather, she is still very much a child, with a tendency to act like it. No; this is not where I am going to say she thinks the world revolves around her. She merely doesn’t understand how lucky she is sometimes. Sure she knows it, and even appreciates it, she just doesn’t see how much easier she has it than so many others. Her needs are simple, but they need to be fulfilled. She is in constant need of books, music, and movies, friends, anything to keep her entertained. Autumn has never cared too much about getting dressed up, but she is by no means careless with her hygiene.
Despite all shortcomings, Autumn is happy ninety-eight percent of the time. She is affectionate and constantly smiling. Resistance to her contagious charm is futile.
HISTORY
Life: Autumn is a summer baby; she was born July twenty-eighth of nineteen ninety-two, to the loving parents John Skyproctor [Quileute] and Amelily Jamison [not Quileute, more of an Italian and Irish mix, with a little Russian, some French, some long-lost Mongolian and a hint of Egyptian]. She came into this world in the afternoon, just past three PM, shortly after her twin sister [fraternal] Summer. Here’s some trivia for later: Autumn’s name was supposed to be July, because Amelily had always been of the sentimental sort, but John convinced her otherwise, saying that it’s embarrassing later on in life to be named after the month you’re born. Also, both Summer and Autumn’s middle names are Luna. When growing up, they would call each other Midsummer Night and Harvest Moon, just for kicks, and to poke fun at their own last name. So commenced the birth of Autumn Luna Skyproctor.
The birth took place in a small town in Southern California, La Quinta, just outside of Palm Desert, which is very near a town that even you simpletons may have heard of: Palm Springs. The first three years of her life were spent in California, until her mother gave up her pipedreams of becoming an actress [she was nearly thirty at the time, old enough to settle down] and allowed John to relocate the family to where he had grown up.
Autumn had been a lively toddler, born with a full head of brown curls and pale, almond-shaped eyes. She was born smaller than Summer, at nineteen inches and seven and a half pounds to Summer’s twenty-one inches and eight pounds. Her skin was darker, her eyes smaller, and hair thicker than her sister’s. Autumn, however, hit all the major milestones first: walked two weeks before Summer, said “Huggie!” three days before Summer said “Mama,” and was hospitalized for a concussion and a broken arm at two and a half, six years before Summer was taken to the Forks Hospital for pneumonia. However, Summer always did everything right the first time. When Autumn began walking, she stumbled and fell and tripped over things and was unsteady, while Summer was always sure of her footing, stable. Autumn was speaking in fragments until grade school while Summer was speaking in complete, sensible sentences before they hit three. It was clear that Autumn was reckless and enthusiastic while Summer was strategic and cautious.
John and Amelily then made the move to La Push, where the small family still lodged with Summer and Autumn’s only living grandparents, Ezra and Millicent on the Quileute reservation. Though Summer was perfectly contented with the gloom of Northern America, Autumn always longed for the sunlight. Her happiest memories were of the few days in her lifetime that had not been cast over, shaded by brooding clouds. She loved the rain, however, even from early on, and she loved being so close to the ocean. More than anything, though, she grew to love the sense of belonging she received from living on a reservation, knowing that everybody residing there was sharing something.
School and Autumn did not mix well together. There was a time for everything, and you couldn’t do anything when it wasn’t “time.” Time to read, time to color, time to talk, time to play… So when was the time to have fun? And that was the sad truth: nothing was fun if you could only do it when you were told to. Not to mention, she would have to spend most of those few sunlit days inside. What a waste!
So, it was probably because of school that Autumn grew to love moonlight almost as much as sunlight. It was the same concept, really. The light of the sun reflected off the moon to give sunlight. Sure, it wasn’t nearly as warm, and a bit more melancholy, but moonlight was crisp, clean, sharp…
And so life went on. Time moved forward. There was nothing particularly extraordinary about Autumn. Most of it she recalls only through records [birth certificates, carefully organized albums and recorded videos, courtesy of John, Amelily, Ezra and Millicent] and little snippets of memories [the scuff of sneakers on the cement and the whir of a spinning jumprope, the taste of saltwater and sand when a wave takes you under]. No great tragedy has befallen her, nor has she prevented one from damning another. She has felt no great love other than for her family, not that she has trouble relating to others. Making friends has never been a chore for her, and neither is she one that everybody wants to spend their time around. Her grades are at a steady B+/A- average, nothing particularly good or bad, just enough so she can get into a decent college if need be. She is elusive, she is eccentric, she is Autumn.
Clique Info:
ALL ABOUT YOU
Name: Anna
Age: thirteen
Other Characters: I don't know... I normally play Leah, too, but I like the app that the other girl sent in so far... I might attempt one of the Cullens, probably Emmett... And I have another human character brewing in my head... But she's too much like Autumn for there to be much fun involved in playing her.
Other Sites: Beyond Twilight... lots of Gaia roleplaying
Experience: A few years.
Example1: Gak... reusing sample
Autumn’s thoughts were clouded as the sky: not at all, which was rare. For the sky, not Autumn’s thoughts. Autumn, for that matter, was incredibly contented, even happier than usual; she had missed the sun, being deprived of it for so long. And the bright days were far too few and far between up in La Push. Autumn was a summer baby – enthusiastic and whole hearted; sunny as the sky always should be. Most of her time was spend outdoors, and usually down by the gray beach. So it was only to be expected that she would be found outside on such a warm, beautiful, rare day.
Autumn was eccentric as usual. Though she was half Quileute, she did not look it. She did not share the deep russet complexion with the rest of the reservation; her skin was of an olive shade. Her hair wasn’t silky and black. On the contrary, it flounced above her shoulders in mousy brown corkscrews, pulled out of her pale green eyes with hairpins. And, she was tiny. Unlike some of the kids in own, who towered well over six feet. The entire group [ there were about ten of them, maybe less, all of them male, except one, who wasn’t as huge. They were large and brooding, their expressions always downcast, and yet the tribal elders respected them. Ezra, her grandfather, always spoke of them in hushed tones, head bowed in respect.
She didn’t understand. They all seemed like the type of teenagers that adults didn’t like, and they all hung out together, too. It wasn’t that Autumn was one to jump to conclusions, but the notion that those kids were up to no good was unavoidable unless you knew what they were really up to.
Autumn had given up on walking barefooted through the jagged, pebbly sand several minutes ago, and her feet were found in orange rubber flip-flops. A loose, yellow, flowing sundress – kept on her body by two ribbons tying at each shoulder – was swirling around her hips, getting caught in the belt hoops of her jean cutoffs. Her eyebrows were furrowed, eyes squinted against the glowing sun, one hand shading her brow, the other resting on her waist. It was near noontime; the hottest time of day. Autumn swayed as she walked on, humming a familiar tune while the shallow tide tickled her ankles.
Then, she saw a flash of something – something human. He was a rather large human, though: one of those big mysterious kids. He was a grade above Autumn at the tribal school – but that was all she remembered; his name escaped her mind. The kid leaned over and picked something up off the floor, and threw it, way faster and harder than Autumn, or any human for that matter, could have. It flew towards the ocean at dizzying velocity, just a flash of white pleather and red stitching. Baseball, Autumn thought – but now her mind was whirring as quickly as that baseball had been flying, hare-brained imaginings and undisclosable thoughts flooding in as all reason flowed out.
She ran to the boy, tripping over her feet. She was in a terrible state of indecision. Half of her brain was saying Steroids! He’s on steroids! So they are a gang… ooooh, I really have to know!. Meanwhile, the other half was saying You saw how he threw that ball… you could be next! But her curiosity and suspicion proved to be greater than her fear, and all reluctance waned. She stopped a few feet short of him, and called out ”How did you throw the ball so far? That’s just inhuman!” Autumn hadn’t bothered hiding the disapproval and irritation in her tone. She was disapproving and she was irritated, not to mention a whole lot more, so there was no point in trying to hide it. And he was so big from this close up, especially when compared to Autumn… it was dizzy-making.
Example2: umm... this is Leah. I lost all the rest for Autumn.
The girl couldn’t be so desperately hopeless, if Leah’s cryptic attitude wasn’t setting her off. That type of reaction wasn’t common, but Leah attempting not to be a bitch wasn’t common, either. Maybe, like fiction suggested, everybody did have at least a little bit of good inside. Even leeches – some made a conscious effort to stay away from humans. But there was only a small amount of the parasites that ate – well drank – animals, or their blood anyways, as compared to thousands that attacked humans. On the other hand, Leah, along with the rest of the werewolves, was designed to hate the vampires. The only reason they existed was because they did – to protect civilians from them.
In her personal opinion, Sam took the whole “duty” thing a bit too far. To quote Jacob, they seemed to an outsider like a hall monitor gone crazy, or some police officer on amphetamines. With all of their “our tribe” and “our duty” crap. It wasn’t their duty, and it definitely wasn’t their decision – no it was far more obligatory than that – it was more like a fate, a destiny par se. Cliché, I know, and so did Leah, but there were far too many clichés being put to work lately to cringe at the thought of just one. Her thoughts wandered back to Bella, together forever. Ha, another cliché, except so much more frightfully literal. Leah mentally kicked herself for letting herself think about Bella when it wasn’t absolutely necessary – like when she was sharing a head with Jacob, for example.
”I’m just taking a walk,”
It was the girl again, answering her question with the obvious. Well, no, she wasn’t taking a walk. She just happened to be in La Push [when she wasn’t Quileute, and there was nothing at all for her to see there, and nothing to her advantage]. Leah nodded. ”I can see that,” she said sarcastically, maybe a tad more bitter than she had been intending. But what more could the girl expect?
”I used to live in Forks way back when my father was still around.”
Again, Leah silently cursed the girl, this time with more calamity. ”This isn’t Forks,” she muttered to herself, clearly with a less-than-perfect first impression of the girl. Not to mention, the girl had done what everybody and their mother knew not to do: reminded Leah [or her mother, really, but the one in question is Leah] of her father, and more centrically, his death. She grimaced, but sighed after a moment; it wasn’t the girl’s fault. But her gaze remained cast down, she didn’t want to look the girl in the face, see there the distinct lines of pain that reflected her own. Lately Leah had been getting better; her typical scowl wasn’t permanently implanted on her face anymore, even if it was there more often than not; she even smiled, occasionally. She didn’t say anything about her own father, merely nodded. ”I’m sorry,” she told the girl. ”You must miss him.”
But she didn’t want to talk to the girl about the extent of the truth in that statement. She merely sighed again. She was getting more and more like her mother in that way. It was like a sigh was her own form of punctuation; instead of putting a period at the end of a statement, she’d sigh. Then she closed her eyes, and looked back up to the girl. ”Sorry about earlier,” she said quietly, wanting to change the subject. It wasn’t easy for anyone to talk about dead fathers, and Leah was by far a self-centered drama queen, if a friendly one. ”That was out of line.” She took a deep breath in exchange of a sigh this time, and let another flash of something pass – maybe this one was a smile. ”I’m Leah, and you are?”
Leah tucked a lock of short dark hair behind her ear, and lifted her ponytail to air out her neck. In an attempt to be friendly, she patted the area of rock immediately beside her, indicating for the girl to sit down.
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