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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 21:42:29 GMT -5

Post by lyss on Jan 7, 2012 21:42:29 GMT -5

Name: Lyss

Age: 13, but turning 14 in a month!

Previous experience: None, yet, but as I said in the last staff search, me and my friend are currently working on creating our own proboards site, but we haven't made it public yet.

Why should we choose you? I've learned so much about how proboards are made and how to create a successful one by trying to create one with my friend. I understand where and how to fix certain things on the site, and I now know so much more coding then I did before I started creating my proboards site. I love to organize things, not only on sites, but in real life too. If I got a staff position on this site, I would love to do organizing jobs, such as moving threads.

I haven't been here a year yet, but I love this site so much and all the people who are here. I come on here almost everyday and post as much as I can. I know I don't get on the cbox much, but I feel that if I was chosen, I would get on frequently so I could help out new members. I know this site very well now that I could direct members, new and old, to the right places and threads. I don't get angered easily, and I usually have a positive outlook on most things . I like everybody on the site; everybody is really great!^^

I love reading bios of other members, whether it's for fun or because I'd like to have a thread with that character. I've loved to write stories since I was really young, so I feel that I can decide what is enough detail and what isn't. I've always done well in English/grammar classes, and I know it's important to have good grammar to be a staff member so everybody can understand you.

Roleplay Sample:
Dec 17, 2011 9:56:55 GMT -5 lyss said:

Rowan Springer
.·.·.·.·.·.·.·.
When all that you've tried, leaves nothing but holes inside,
It seems like you're wired, to stay here held in time,
Cause nothing seems to change, oh no.
No nothing's gonna change, at all.
.·.·.·.·.·.·.·.

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He had never saw it coming.

They had been making their journey through the woods, hand in hand. They had been talking about their first kiss, how it wasn't Rowan's first, but it had been Nee's first. She had told him it was her favorite; it had been something special. When she had told him that none of the boys ever liked her, he almost interrupted, wanting to remind her that he had liked her longer than she had probably thought. He had let her continue, though, with her tales of falling hard for boys on several occasions.

It seemed that her questions had triggered it.“So come on, how long are we spending out here? We can’t be romantic runaways forever.”

He was about to tell her he didn't know. They didn't have enough supplies to last them forever. He planned on heading back when their supplies were running low. With his appetite, he knew it wouldn't take long to finish off his stash of food. Suddenly, a hovercraft had appeared over head, out of nowhere. Panicking, he had given Nee all the backpacks as quickly as possible and told her to run. Maybe if she could hide, they would only take him, but it only took five seconds to snatch up Nee. The worst part was that they were so far away from each other in the hovercraft. They bound his hands together in metal cuffs, and that's when Rowan knew how screwed he was.

The hovercraft had most likely been a search one, for it dropped off Nee in her neighborhood and then Rowan in his. For the embarrassment, for the pain, he thought. He kept glancing at his front porch, not being able to hold the image in his head long enough. His parents were propped up on the door frame, their heads titled at dangerous angles. Sunglasses had been laid over their eyes even though it was late at night. He could barely make out his brother, Oliver, in between them. His arms were snaked around his parents bodies, keeping them from falling over. Rowan knew that his parents had been filling themselves to the brim with alcohol earlier, only stopping when sleep overcame them.

Rowan knew Oliver had dragged his parents up to their bed earlier. Lately, Oliver had been so much more of a big brother than he had been. He hoped Oliver had made sure their little sister was still curled up in her bed covers. He didn't want his little sister to see the disgrace he was bringing his family.

Rowan had stopped being careful, taking long glances at his front porch. A Peacekeeper had lashed his whip out, the woven strands slapping hard against his back. The pain he was experiencing now was a pain he had never felt before. It had been too much for him, and he had blacked out.

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Rowan had no idea where he was. He could tell it was deep, deep, under the ground. He couldn't see much. He knew that he was in a cell, and that there were some objects in there that seemed to be beds. He saw something big, something lumpy. A companion, perhaps.

Across the hall was another cell, and he could make out the shapes of two bodies. He prayed one was Nee's. At the same time, he prayed on wasn't Nee's. He had a feeling it was somebody in Nee's family that had given out information of their location. Nee was always careful of leaving goodbyes; she was always careful of her words. He knew that she had most likely left her family a descriptive note to make sure they wouldn't be worried, unlike he had.

He knew he shouldn't be mad at Nee, but he was. He tried not to let the tears slip out of his eyes once again, but it was hard for him. He had gone through so much recently that he couldn't bare it anymore. Tears slide down his dirt caked face, making tiny little lines all around his cheeks. He reached to wipe the tears away, when he found his hands cuffed.

He had been struggling to get out of the cuffs since the moment he had awoken. He had been yanking and pulling and struggling to get his wrists out. The cuffs had dug into his skin several times, leaving a plethora of gashes on his wrists. Blood seeped from all of them, making trails on his wrists that were similar to the ones that must be on his face.

Rowan let a moan escape through his barely parted lips. He had no idea why the Peacekeepers had brought him out here. He had only been in the woods once. He had been in there for thirty minutes at the most; there was no reason to imprison him. Of course there had been his drinking, the over-dosing, but that was nothing to arrest him for.

A guard had been walking between the two cells back and forth for what seemed like eternity. He knew Nee had to be in the other cell now. The guard would have been notified that a girl who has wandered into the woods more times than she has fingers has her desperate lover across the narrow hall. He knew there was no way he could communicate with the mysterious figure he assumed was his beloved Nee. All he could do was ball his hands into fists and try to tear his wrists from the wretched cuffs.[/color][/size][/justify][/blockquote]

.·.·.·.·.·.·.·.
I can see it in your face, the hope has gone away.
If you hold tight, shadows will be lost in the light.
Oh cause sometimes, fate and your dreams will collide.
.·.·.·.·.·.·.·.

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Other: Good luck to everyone who is applying, and thank you for taking the time to read this![/size][/blockquote]

Last Edit: Jan 7, 2012 21:45:31 GMT -5 by lyss

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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 22:46:57 GMT -5

Post by Rosetta on Jan 7, 2012 22:46:57 GMT -5

Name: Rosetta
Age: 15
Previous experience: None, but you have to start somewhere, right?

Why should we choose you? I've been on the site for a while, so I know my way around pretty well. I'm also extremely welcoming of new people and always willing to help them out. I'm rather active on the site as well. I'm a quick learner and could easily pick up all the duties required of the Moderator. I believe I'd excel at checking bios. Moreover, I'm exceedingly organized, hard-working and will always find time to do tasks required of me in an efficient and quick way.

Roleplay Sample:
Dec 31, 2011 13:35:05 GMT -5 Rosetta said:
Lethe Turner

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The Victory Tour. Another way to make sure the Games were never forgotten. And it wasn’t even her tour. It belonged to Mace. And for some reason, that made it feel even worse.

Lethe sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, as her eldest sister, Sarah, brushed out her hair, pulling out a few dead strands here and there. Occasionally, Lethe would bring her hands to her tiny, rounded out stomach and rub it vaguely. Seeing this, Sarah clucked disapprovingly with her tongue. “Mel sent some dresses. I’m dressing you in black, Lethe,” she told her with a sigh, “but that doesn’t mean I’m keeping this up for any longer.”

“What are you talking about, Sarah?” Lethe asked blankly, staring straight ahead at the blank expanse of wall that once had a mirror. There was a square of lighter blue paint than the rest of the wall, marking the mirror’s former place. Her hands came off of her stomach and resumed tugging at each other in her lap.

“I’m not stupid, Lethe,” Sarah replied shortly. “Mel called and said you had to have bigger clothes made for you. Around the waist.”

“Oh,” Lethe replied softly, swallowing hard and looking down, heart pounding against her chest.

“I know, Lethe,” Sarah tugged gently on Lethe’s hair as she twisted it up into an elegant ponytail. Sarah thought herself a stylist, though she, like her husband and most of the people in District Five, worked on an oil rig. Mel had been unable to make it from the Capitol to prepare Lethe. Something about a surgery. “When you are going to tell Mom? She’ll understand, really-”

“No,” Lethe stood quickly, her hair falling back onto her back and walked the length of her bedroom. Downstairs, she heard the clattering of plates as her mother made breakfast. Lethe glanced down at the bump. It wasn’t large at all, luckily, but both Sarah and Lethe knew that wouldn’t last. Lethe patted her sweaty palms, anxiously, on her bathrobe.

“Lethe,” Sarah whispered behind her, “she won’t be too angry, really. You’re nineteen. I married when I was twenty-”

“She won’t be angry,” Lethe muttered, her mother’s voice ringing in her head.

“Lethe, darling, aren’t you too old to be single?”

“Bring me home some grandchildren, dear!”

“Aw, Lethe, isn’t he cute? Why don’t you go and talk to him?”

“She won’t?” Sarah asked, her voice thick with discomfort. Her tiny hands found Lethe’s shoulders and squeezed them, reassuringly. “You sure, Lethe?”

“Yes, I am!” Lethe snapped and instantly, the hands came off her shoulders. Sudden fury had shot through her veins at her sister’s inquiring. “You’re not Mom, Sarah! Just stop.” Lethe didn’t turn to see Sarah’s hurt expression, knowing it’ll only lay guilt heavy on her heart, so she turned to the chair where her black dress was laid out. Snatching it up, Lethe stared away from Sarah with hard eyes, grumbled out, “I’m going to get dressed in the bathroom,” and stormed off.

Once in the bathroom, Lethe couldn’t help, but stop after she’d let her bathrobe fall to the floor. The pale skin of her stomach had been stretched around a round bump, almost like she’d swallowed a ball, like the kind she could see her little siblings playing with outside on the front lawn through the window. His name has been Eric. He had had a cute face and lovely eyes. He’d smiled at her. He’d been kind to her.

It had been a whirlwind of a mistake.

And she knew it the next day when she woke up with his scent on her skin, that bitter, burning, stale taste in her mouth and a pounding headache. The memories were fuzzy, but they were there. She knew what happened. And so did the doctor when she went to him two weeks later especially after she vomited right in the waiting room. It wasn’t just morning sickness. The Finale of the current Games playing on the television in the waiting room just made her feel even more sick, even more so with the sick and healthy people alike around her cheering, crying out and making bets. She’d thrown up at the same time Sundra’s body had hit the ground with a dead thud.

“Well, good news, Miss. Turner,” the doctor had said after hastily taking the girl into his office after both her vomiting and realizing who she was. Lethe chewed on her lower lip as her heart beat so hard against her chest, she could hear it over the shouts coming from the next room. The doctor sat down before her with a plastic white grin, permanently knifed onto his face by other doctors. “You’re pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” Lethe had choked out, instantly feeling queasy again. Noting her green look, the doctor had hastily retrieved a bowl for her to throw up in again. When she was done, having wiped her mouth with a napkin, Lethe shook her head at the doctor, tears pooling in her eyes. “I can’t be pregnant.”

The doctor would’ve knit his eyebrows if he had any, but those were gone, so instead he, too, chewed on his lip. “Well, we have some other options,” he decided on finally, standing. A moment later, he had returned with a pamphlet in his hand. Lethe had taken one look at the word written on top and shook her head.

“I can’t do that,” she shook her light head. She was going to have this baby.

There was no time to find Eric. The Games ended that day. And for the next three days, she was preparing for the Victor Acceptance Ceremony, in which Mace would be crowned this year’s Victor and she, Lethe, would sit there among the other Victors and remember her own ceremony, remembering the horrible weight that had been placed on her head with that terrible crown.

Soon after, she was on the train home with one extra person. But, no Eric. And that left a pain stabbing at her chest. She spent the next few months wearing clothes far too large, blaming her morning sickness on the stomach flu and food poisoning. In one instance, she insisted she had swallowed a bug. Though Lethe could see the worried look on her Mother’s face, she didn’t question. Sarah was the first person to.

Lethe slowly slipped into the black dress. With its slimming color and the way it was gathered, Lethe appeared a lot thinner than she really was. A sigh of relief passed through her lips as she twisted her hair back up into the hairstyle her sister had attempted. She took a few moments to compose herself, smoothing her dress and touching up the make up on her face before emerging from the bathroom. Downstairs, her family was assembled in the kitchen, all dressed in their best clothes, munching away at food and chatting. They all fell silent as Lethe drifted in. Sarah diverted her eyes from her sister.

“You look lovely, Lethe,” her mother was the first to comment with a bright smile. She hurried forward to hug her daughter and as their stomachs pressed together, guilt pressed down tightly on Lethe’s chest, making breathing hard. When her mother pulled apart, she smiled, but Lethe could see the worry creasing her forehead. Lethe’s stomach lurched as she glanced over her mother’s shoulder at Sarah, but Sarah gave a tiny jerk of her head, her eyes still sharp as steel. Her secret was safe.

In the corner of the room, Camalia was perched on the counter, munching on some lettuce. Walking to her, Lethe scooped her up and placed her, calmly, on her shoulder, feeling the regular disapproving eyes on her back. Camalia licked Lethe’s neck in joy. “Well, we better get going,” Lethe’s mother said with a tiny grin, unhappy eyes straying to Camalia. A moment later, the entire family was parading out of the house, one entity, nearing the square which was already filling with people. Lethe’s mother fitted a kiss on her daughter’s forehead as Lethe began to draw away from her family to make for the stage.

The mayor nodded kindly at Lethe as she drifted up the steps and took her seat. She gave a quick smile as she fiddled with her hands in her lap. A second later, Mace ascended the stairs to the stage. For a flash of a second, Sundra’s face grew in Lethe’s mind and a particular memory of the Games, as she sat huddled in her room, watching. Aesop had loved Sundra. For a moment, Lethe envied Sundra. She’d fallen in love before she’d made that crucial decision. And she, Lethe Turner, had been drunk.

Eden. She would name the child Eden. Girl or boy, didn’t matter. The child’s name would be Eden. That was what Aesop and Sundra had wanted. And they were two people who deserved a child.

Lost in her musings, Lethe didn’t realize Mace had neared her. "Reckon we ought to do something," he mumbled and she could see the discomfort in his eyes. Pity filled her body as she smoothed her dress, hands pausing over her bump before crossing her arms.

“Just smile,” she told him, though she didn’t take her own advice, “act like you want to be here.” Before she could give more tips, another voice overtook hers, a messy sort of voice.

"You shouldn't feel guilty about Sundra. You did what you had to."

Lethe glanced around for the source of the voice and found the face of a girl at the edge of the stage. She recognized her immediately. Bastet. The deaf girl. Lethe knew who she was even if she never spoke to the girl. They both had a condition and Lethe had always felt some sort of connection to her. The mention of Sundra in that sense hit Lethe harder than thinking of her relationship with Aesop.

Mace hadn’t killed Sundra. Sawyer had provided the ending blow, but Mace had contributed. But, Lethe couldn’t hate him for it. She had killed her own ally when it had come down to it. She had just as much blood on her hands as Mace, yet it was in a trembling voice that she said, “Bastet’s right.” She brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. “She would’ve done the same thing. In fact, she tried.” Lethe sighed. The truth in her words was overwhelming.

For an awful moment, Lethe wondered what her child would think of her. Will her child see her mother as loving, kind person?

Or will her child see her as the same monster everyone knew she was?[/color][/size][/blockquote]
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Other: Thank you and good luck everyone![/size][/blockquote]

^^Made by the excellent Shrimp!

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Staff Search #10 Jan 8, 2012 1:39:06 GMT -5

Post by cass on Jan 8, 2012 1:39:06 GMT -5

Name: Cass

Age: 16

Previous experience: I don't have experiance in being a staff member, but I know how to do that sort of thing as I have been in that kind of position out of a website. My experiance comes from my knowledge in HTML and UBBC coding. I know where to find them and how to use them ~~making them is completely different~~ I have coded a lot and have helped people Example website. That is about it xD

Why should we choose you? Haha, I guess I don't really know why :P I would like to give it a go at being a staff member on an active site and I do know stuff about HTML and UBBC coding. I come on quit a bit two to three times a day and yeah...I guess that is why. Like everyone else on here I love this website, I'm no different in that way, I just believe I could do a good job. But I can't show you unless I'm given the chance to c:

Roleplay Sample:

The day was cold, but early. The trees were bare long lifeless branches that curled like gnarled hands, it looked scary, but perhaps a normal sight for District seven. I wouldn’t know, I had after all never been to this pathetic place, I lived in the Capitol, it was my home. A home that was warm and welcoming, not bitterly cold and sights that made you want to throw up. Ugh, to just look at all those filthy beggars made me feel sick. Cold bit at my exposed skin and left my nose red and my cheeks flustered, I longed for the warmth of my Capitol house, not the miserable room I had been given at the Justice building. It was a dull room that had nothing, it was bare and empty. It made me feel homesick.

Stop Gambling, it will end with no good I growl as the words echo in my mind, I was tired of my mum always telling me that, the words were sadly the truth, maybe if I hadn’t have been so hot headed with my gambling I would be at home with my family. Maybe I would be sitting in front of a fire with all sorts of foods from all the different districts. Maybe i should have listened to her, instead of gambling and running into debt, then ending up in the grey suit because I couldn’t pay it off. Wow wasn’t I stupid.

I continue to walk; my displeasure grows as large flakes of snow begin to tumble out of the sky and on to me. I hated the snow; it made me feel cold and sick. I couldn’t show my beautiful abbs in the snow, I had to wear big bulky clothes that made me look fat! Just to keep myself warm, what was with that? I snuggle deeper into my coat, hoping it would protect me from the ice. It didn’t work. I growl and rip my jacket off as snow lands on my neck and melts, making me shiver. I chuck the jacket onto the ground in my anger and jump on it, making sure it is soaked in icy water.

I stop.

[/color] “FUCK!” I hated my anger problem, UHHHH, it made me do such stupid things, like destroy my jacket, when I need it! I glare at the jacket, as I begin to shiver from the snow that begins to pile up on me, it melts quickly on my thin clothing and soon it soaks into it, leaving me shivering, cold and soaking wet. My teeth start to chatter, I wanted to sit down and just lie down, keep myself warm, but I needed to move find somewhere warm. With a big effort I take a step, I stop; I didn’t want to take another. It was just too much effort, it was too cold, I didn’t have a jacket, i was shivering my ass off, I was stuck in a stupid district. Why should I take another step? Because you could die if you don’t’. A voice said in my head, it sounded suspiciously like my mothers.

It sure made sense though. I could die and well, I didn’t want to die. I kept walking. The world seemed to stop existing as I walk, it was all numb, or that could just be my body. I felt frozen and I was really cold, I didn’t know where I was, and some nagging feeling told me I might actually die out here. That if I didn’t find something warm soon I could die... it was only a small part of me telling me that, so it was easy to ignore. The snow seemed to grow thicker with every step I took, it seemed to reach higher up my body then before ~~or that could just be me tripping~~ the sun slowly rose, but was quickly covered by the mass of clouds that carried more snow. Slowly all my thoughts disappeared except one. Your cold. As if I didn’t know that already!

Then a track suddenly appeared in front of me. I would have jumper with excitement if my knees hadn’t have been frozen solid in place. I look up it to see a guy walking... OHHHH, he had a nice warm jacket, I needed it. I start to follow him. The road was very slippery and to my great delight, the guy in front of me slips. I laugh it was funny, I watch as he face plants into the ground and I can’t stop the laughs that rack my body, it warms me on the inside, and i soon find myself on the frozen ground laughing.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size][/color][/size][/size]

Other: This should be... interesting xD and FUN !!

Last Edit: Jan 10, 2012 5:30:41 GMT -5 by cass

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but there's an itch that we've got to scratch. so set the fuse and we'll strike the match.

Staff Search #10 Jan 8, 2012 22:51:48 GMT -5

Post by {danny} on Jan 8, 2012 22:51:48 GMT -5

Name: Danny/Inception
Age: Twelve
Previous experience: Well I made a few sites with Arrow but they never kicked off.
Why should we choose you?: I think that I'm appropriate for this positions for a few reasons. I'm reliable, even though I have left and came back a few times, I plan on staying for a while this time. Also, although I procrastinate, I like to be organized. Although I'm not the oldest or the best on this site, I feel like I can help a lot. Lastly, I think that I get along well with others, so helping new members out would be easy for me.

Roleplay Sample:

Dec 10, 2011 13:49:38 GMT -5 {danny} said:

axsoa saerio , district eleven .

i'm gonna make you bend and break,
it sends you to me without wait.
say a prayer but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show.

A horrid sound comes from inside of Axsoa. A grumble, a murmur, slowly increasing in volume. That wasn't the only thing. There was an emptiness in his stomach rising up through his esophagus to his eyes. Something simple. Not hunger, not dehydration, not tiredness, nor sadness. He had reached a new low, and this was something he never felt before.
I'm... lonely. That's what the seventeen year old boy was, lonely. His sister was still sleeping, fore it was five in the morning, but how come the sun was peeking at Axsoa? Was it too shy to visit him today, or did it not want to encounter the criticism it would get from the warmth it would be bearing that day. Axsoa just wanted one thing to talk to.

He was used to being with his best friend, or his sister, or his mother, or his friends from school. Today, though, Axsoa woke up at five o'clock, and decided to go outside, get a whiff of the fresh air; his house-warming gift. After-all, the forest was his home. Just off to the right of his house, a dense forest grew with trees that grew a bare-minimum of leaves, and animals that roamed around looking for the dead worm hidden in the moist soil.

Humans, though, were technically animals. So why weren't there any of those species? Did the wild-cats in the shadows scare them off, or was how the sun was, angled so that the lightest part of the forest was the top of it, and it slowly faded to darkness. That's what Axsoa felt right now, darkness. It was growing inside him, turning his pale skin to purple, his green eyes to black, and his dirt marks to blood. He was starting to believe that if he lied down on the dark, wet ground, he could blend in, and become one with earth. But he was already one with earth.

let the good times roll.
and I want these words to make things right,
but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life.
who does he think he is?

At least Whiskers was with him, his cat. Orange with green eyes, colors that to Axsoa are ugly together, but they clash together on this feline. The cat meowed and purred and circled around Axsoa, like a dog tied to a tree. The three-year-old cat found itself crawling into Axsoa's lap, with his owner's legs criss-crossed~~-apple-sauce~~. The large hand of Axsoa stroked Whisker's coat of fur flat, and made the kitten purr like nothing else.

Axsoa has been alone in the forest a lot, of course with Whiskers by his side. But when's the last time he was actually with someone? He has no clue. His heart was extending through the crisp air, trying to grab onto another soul, someone to bring him up from his lowness.
No more waiting, he was just going to find someone. So Axsoa got up, with Whiskers in his arms, and he started venturing off to somewhere in this forest.

Finally, his feet led him to somewhere he never went. Somewhere in which only a certain type of sound is there, the most relaxing sound in all of Panem. The river. The blue, clear river which flowed down and down, far enough where Axsoa could no longer make out the rest of it. Axsoa walked down the river, the way it was flowing. Hoping someone else would be walking towards him.

one night and one more time,
thanks for the memories,
even though they weren't so great,
he tastes like you only sweeter.

Other: Thank you for reviewing the app.

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^ Thank you Zoë.

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Staff Search #10 Jan 9, 2012 23:07:21 GMT -5

Post by pika on Jan 9, 2012 23:07:21 GMT -5

Name: Pika/Hannah

Age: 15

Previous experience: Coded a lot of this site but I never got around to finishing it. To be quite honest I wasn't sure what to do with it to finish it off. I was coder on here but once again it never took off. I have a good knowledge of basic HTML coding.

Why should we choose you? This site is like my second home, if not my first home at some points in my life. I feel like I am a very positive addition to all of you, and I'm not aware of any tension between any of us. We're all one big, dysfunctional family, and I would love to be a part of that for years to come. I am pretty good at HTML coding, and I am willing to spend free time reviewing bios and making sure things run smoothly. Helping new members is something I tend to do when Shrimp and Saph aren't around, and I was even once praised for my efforts with new members. I am trustworthy and I can multitask very efficiently. I know that I was voted "Ditziest Member" but I am actually very focused when it comes down to it, and I know that I can be a valuable addition to the staff force. This site is very important to me, and nothing would please me more than to be able to give back to it what it gave and continues to give to me.

Roleplay Sample: Here. ^^

arise and be all that you dreamed

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Staff Search #10 Jan 10, 2012 16:11:44 GMT -5

Post by Morgana on Jan 10, 2012 16:11:44 GMT -5

Name: Morgana
Age: 16
Previous experience: None yet.
Why should we choose you? First off, I love this site. I couldn't leave for good if I tried. I'm generally a pretty fast learner, so there if there's sonthing I don't know how to do, it won't take me long to figure it out. I also like helping people when they have questions, and I think I do a pretty good job of answering them. I've always wanted to contibute more to the site, and to help things run along smoothly. When I'm given a task, I can usually get it done in a short amount of time. I've always really loved looking at other people's bios, which might be kind of weird, but I'd definitely do as much character reveiwing as I could if I was selected. Lastly, I am really organized. I have a whole notebook filled with Hunger Games-related notes that I have with me whenever I'm on this site. I hate it when things are chaotic and disorderly.

Roleplay Sample:

Dec 31, 2011 0:21:01 GMT -5 Morgana said:

Memory Lane

When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling
Give me this empty bottle feeling.

When you're young, dreams are simple. No matter what it is you want, you can think up some way to get it, no matter how absurd that path is. It's when you start to grow up that dreams become something harder. You realize you actually have to work for them, sometimes very hard. So if you're lazy, you give up the dream and settle for whatever life decides to chuck at you. Or, if you have drive and are determined, you stay up late in the night and overwork yourself. You tell yourself that, in the long run, it will all be worth it. Maybe you'll achieve your dream. Maybe you won't. Or maybe you'll realize somewhere along the way that you have another dream entirely.

My own dream was easy, at first. I studied hard and got good grades. When I felt myself slipping, I'd just take a look at Caden, pursuing his dreams like nothing else mattered. He's never cared what people think of him. He knows what he wants in life, and he won't let a single thing stand in his way. It's easy to pick yourself up and keep going when you see what he can do. I know now how stupid I was, how blind. They don't let you go to another District just because you're smart, or because you think you'd fit in better there. The Capitol doesn't allow things like that. Enigma helped me see the truth, and she also tore me down. It wasn't until my obsession with her started that my grades began to slip. I hunted for snippets of her life instead of hunting for answers to math equations. It was a good thing, because it made me realize that my dream was impossible. But it was bad, too, simply because it took me to a place where, for a while, I stopped caring.

Here with Weaver, it doesn't matter so much that my dreams have failed. With Weaver, I feel like I belong, and that's something I've been searching for a very long time, and without even knowing it. I'm starting to realize that I never needed District Six, and I never needed their college. I wanted to go there with the hopes of belonging for once in my life, but I've found that right here at home. Even if I get Reaped in the next year or two, even if I die, I'll be able to say that I accomplished my dream in some small way. The contentedness that I feel right now is more than enough to make up for all the years I wasted trying to be someone I wasn't.

When Weaver starts talking about school, an ugly feeling grows in my stomach. Even though I've changed and decided not to try so hard, the people there will still expect the same from me. I don't want to lie to them, and I don't want to have to pretend anymore. At the same time, I don't think I can stand to see what will happen if I stop being the model student. My teachers will be concerned and call in my parents for some sort of meeting, and then when we get home they'll talk to me and ask if I'm alright. I'll tell them I am, but of course they won't believe me. Mom will blame herself, and regret telling me about Enigma, thinking that I'm depressed because of the sister I never knew. I can't think of a single person in my life that might understand. So I tel Weaver, "I used to really like school. I worked so hard so I could be the best, but now..." I trail off, not sure how to explain to him. I set down my donut and stare at the napkin beneath it, my hands in my lap. I know I can't eat any more of it. The desire left when the weight dropped into my stomach. I don't want to be like this around Weaver. I don't want to be sad and small and weak. This is a time I need to enjoy, a memory that I know, in the future, will be one I cherish. I don't want to spoil the day. And besides, I've already resolved to be myself, not the lie I've been living.

I take in a deep breath, my fingers latching on to the edge of the table. "Let's just say that I realized I wasn't being myself. I want to be now, but it's not as easy as one would think." This person I am with Weaver is someone I could fall in love with. It's someone I wouldn't mind being, and it might be closer to the truth than whoever I was before. "It's strange, since I hardly know you, but for some reason, I feel like I'm home when I'm around you. Does that make sense?" Would it be a terrible thing to wish for Weaver as a little brother instead of Caden? Caden's a wonderful person, and he's going to go far in life, but we can barely speak to each other. If Weaver was my brother, I don't think I'd have to hold back. I could say to him what I felt. There would be no standard one-word answers to questions. There would be conversations.

Maybe I'm getting carried away. Before, I never would have let my imagination run so wild. I like it, though. Being able to imagine things that would never really happen, just like when I was young. I need to feel these things again. My childhood was too short, cut off by my own stupid ideas. I'm going to learn how to dream again.

Other: Thank you for looking at my application and considering me!

Devin
Merchant

[M:-200]

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Staff Search #10 Jan 10, 2012 23:27:04 GMT -5

Post by Devin on Jan 10, 2012 23:27:04 GMT -5

Name: Devin
Age: 32 (Boy! Am I old or what?)
Previous experience: I've been rping for... forever. About 15 years. I've admined on proboards, invisionfree, Invision Power Board, SMF, phpBB, vBulletin and other systems. I've been a moderator of big sites (such as here) and have owned role playing boards before. It's been a long time since I've been on staff and those sites I've staffed are no longer open (therefore, no links). I have been a mod and an admin.

Why should we choose you? Experience is probably the biggest thing I've got going for me right now. I'm usually pretty good with people but admittedly overly sensitive. I have managerial experience in the retail world as well as online and I'm exceptional at conflict resolution.

On the con side, I'm honest in saying I'm a college student. And I've been sick lately so I'm seeming incredibly inactive during a time I want to be much more active here.

Horrible timing to get so sick!

Roleplay Sample:

Little whisps of vapor rose from between Weaver's lips as he stood outside the school building, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, brown eyes shining with just a hint of mischief as he glanced around at the surrounding area. November was cold in District 8, and in Weaver's experience, it was best to do what he could to make it inside and near a fire when there was one available. There were holes in his shoes, and he could feel the cold pavement beneath his feet as he started down the road, then off the pavements to where the roads weren't in such good shape as he made his way toward home, wondering if there was any coal tonight. Already the majority of the furniture was already in ashes in the fireplace, and Cotton and Weaver shared a pallet on the floor. There wasn't any real mattress, just leftovers from the mill, scraps of fabric that couldn't be used for anything else, spread out to keep them off of the cold floor. Their father rarely slept, and Weaver was sure that he had regular nightmares, waking him up in the middle of the night. Some nights he would sit up and watch his father sleep, jolting out of his slumber every few minutes with a jerk and a grunt. Weaver worried about his father. Cotton pitied him. He knew because Cotton talked about it all the time, to anyone who would listen. Cotton, of course, was a fan of the Capitol.

Weaver didn't understand it. He thought sometimes that for Cotton, it was about defying their father whose defiance was mostly directed at the leaders of their country. Cambric had always forbidden his sons from taking out tesserae, ensured that they had the first food, the first clothing, soap and other essentials, even if it meant that he went without altogether. The Games were the worst atrocity of it all, and just the thought of the Reaping Day made a shudder go through Weaver's body. This year he would face his first Reaping, and it wasn't a day that he was looking forward to experiencing. It had been bad enough, year after year, waiting in the crowd to hear whether or not Cotton's name would be called out. Cotton, somehow, considered it his patriotic duty to go into the Games. Weaver would never understand, and he was only glad that his older brother hadn't thought about telling his father of his loyalty to the Capitol.

The rain was falling, as it had been for days, coming down in sheets when the wind was high. It splashed against his face, stinging his cheeks, though he smiled at the thought that he might head home with a clean face for a change. He'd gone face down into a mud puddle earlier that day in the school yard, and though he hadn't fought back against the boy who had pushed him, he still felt that he'd come out of it the victor, if that was even a word that he wanted to use, given its significance in the Hunger Games. The very thought sent a shudder down Weaver's spine, and he tugged at his tattered sweater, hoping to get more warmth out of it and failing. There were holes at the elbows and the collar was beginning to separate from the body of the shirt. The cold air leaked into the garment and made him feel chilled and uncomfortable, but he forced himself to focus elsewhere. His father had promised news tonight.

News of what, Weaver wasn't sure. The mills were tight, and those working them were able to speak below the noise levels that were created by the looms as the shuttles moved back and forth, weaving the cotton or wool into cloth that would be used for garments, mostly those that would be sent off to clothe the peace keepers. The thought reminded Weaver that Cotton wanted to be a peace keeper one day, and he only pressed his lips together, inhaling the sharp scent of snow in the air as he did so. Under it all was the faint aroma of mud, and Weaver ran his hand back through his grimy hair, seeking to see whether or not he was the source of the smell. But when his foot went straight into the cold, sticky wet of another puddle, he cringed, then shook his head. No. The mud was all around him, and if the rain didn't stop soon, it was going to be worse everywhere. Before long it would freeze, and District 8 would have just one more hazard in a world of hazards.

Weaver was reflecting on what his father's news could possibly be when he stepped into another puddle. Normally the tread on his shoes should have prevented the slip, but he'd long-since worn it off, and his foot slipped in the slickness and he hit his backside hard, his right leg flying out to one side and his left twisting at a painful angle. He didn't even have a chance to do damage assessment before realizing that he could feel the footsteps of somebody coming up behind him in the vibrations of the earth beneath his hands. He looked up, trying to see who was approaching him, but the rain falling in his eyes made it impossible for him to see. "Hello? Who's there?"

Other: I'm terrible with code, for the most part, but getting better. And heck, I'm honest! I'm probably not what you're looking for, and one of the reasons I'm a joiner is because being on staff is difficult, but what the heck... Why not apply? It can't hurt, right?

Entei
Seam Resident

48 POSTS
last seen Jul 20, 2013 0:47:04 GMT -5

Staff Search #10 Jan 11, 2012 5:05:38 GMT -5

Post by Entei on Jan 11, 2012 5:05:38 GMT -5

Name: Entei
Age: 14
Roleplay sample: I don't really have one, but I'll submit one of my bios that I didn't really finish because all my characters got wiped out.

| | District Ten | | 17 | | Female | |

What I look like...

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Gale has a lovely light bronze hair in the sun, but in the shade it’s a deep and strong bronze. Her eyes, oh her eyes, are a distinct shade of blue. Sapphire blue. It’s like the shade of both her parent’s eyes combined. Gale is 5”8’, an average height for a girl in her district but longs to become a little taller. She’s got quite a bit of muscle on her because she has to haul and help animals. Her fingers aren’t long but they are slender. Her nose comes to a little point and her head is oddly shaped, pentagonal maybe? She doesn’t mind what people say about it but, it does hurt. Her features are what separates her from the rest of the teenagers in the district. Eyes too deeply colored. Hair multi-toned. But it’s exactly what she loves about herself.

Gale is a normal looking teenager in stature. But she can’t lift up animals I.E; sheep, if they can’t walk, so she askes other people on the ranch to help her out.. Her skin isn’t pale but isn’t tan, a weird completion. Her hair is most of the times is let out, but when working is set out in a ponytail. When she’s working her appearance is completely different, her hair is in a ponytail, her skin is pale, and her eyes look grey. Especially, when working with animals – and wild dogs try to make a meal out of her livestock, the concentration on her face is noticeable, there is a massive change in look and personality when working. Had she not be working, all hours of her day would be at home and her life and look would be dull and pointless.

Gale has a good sense in fashion, but District Ten has no cause to look good. Though most people in District 10 DO look good! She usually goes towards semi-[in]formal when going out with friends and at home. People like it. She likes it. No-one disagrees with it. So it makes EVERYONE HAPPY!

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What I feel...

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Gale is a ‘different’ teenager. She isn’t all bubbly and giggly; she doesn’t talk about boys and drool over them. She Her father is a horse handler, using techniques Gale has taught him, some techniques that other people don’t know about.She’s as soft as a pillow when at home and around her friends, but when working as hard as granite and stone. People have wanted to get to know about her, but they’ve seen her when she’s working, they’re afraid of her. Gale has a handful of friends, she can count the number of friends she has off on her fingers. Gale is extremely intelligent, she is a straight A student. Most people in her class are envious of her, they want her intelligence

What makes Gale so different from the girls in the District is the ability to understand biology and the anatomy of certain things. She can comprehend different things, she can have intellectual conversations with many adults. Education in District Ten is very low, though herparents are much smarter ~ Higher Class Homo sapiens~ than most of the adults. Gale’s friends aren’t as smart as her but she teaches them and has little groups teaching children how to handle animals on the ranches. On occasions, Gale can lose her temper, and become a pyromaniac. She’ll burn things like rope and parchment. One thing she can’t control is her temper… Oh! And her arrogance. Gale things she knows everything, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t like people proving her wrong, this lights her fuse and makes her lose her temper.

Gale doesn’t deserve to be called ‘The Smartest’ she believes that there are people, younger, and better than her at what she’s good at. She also believes that there are people OLDER than her and worse off. She believes that everything she has is a gift. A gift from The Creator[God]. But what makes her so unique is the way she can make something that came out mean, and was meant to BE mean, seem harmless. She’s cute, like her voice. Her voice isn’t high pitched but it sounds cute . It’s what makes her who she is. She believes that the largest flaw in being unique is that EVERYONE is unique. When she finds someone that can do something that someone else can’t, she will say "You're unique, just like everyone else!"

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What I felt...

Gale works her a- Bottom off! Her father says she works harder than he does. It makes him jealous, and also makes him work twice as hard. She laughs at how hard he tries. HerC mother was once a horse handler, she’d take out horses with only her and her husband to care for them. Those trips ended when Gale was born. Gale feels that her parents stopped having fun when she was born. She doesn’t like it, the feeling of guilt. It weighs heavily on Gale’s heart.

Gales fingers have many scars on them. All from too much animal handling. Gale has had too many injuries while working on the ranches. Broken her right arm from the elbow to the wrist while fighting with wild animals, protecting her animals. Gale has had more injuries than a girl should in a lifetime. Ironically, she has NEVER been sick. How can a girl who has had so many injuries never get infections or the flu or a virus or any sickness for that matter? It boggles her and her mother’s mind. It makes her think; ‘Am I immune to all sicknesses? Is my immune system that strong?’ She’ll never know, until she meets a Capitol doctor. She’ll never meet a Capitol doctor, and she knows that.

Gale has been in many fights with other girls, and guess what!? They were about boys! Yes, that’s right, Gale has been in fights with other girls about boys! This was when she was twelve and thirteen, where she tried to get into the pants of the first boy she saw. She was a nymphomaniac. When she was 12-13, sex was all that was on her mind. She once got caught with a boy that was with another girl in the district, she broke the arm of the girl that started the fight. She then got kept in the house for a month, during this time she reflected on her actions and made sure she’d never be with another guy unless she loved him or was mature enough to sustain an adult relationship . Gale enjoys watching other people be happy, but she never works up the effort to be happy herself.

Gale has been in many a-relationship, she has grown in her past experiences. This has led her into not being in a relationship today! It makes her happy seeing young relationships be destroyed by cheating and adultery. It makes her laugh seeing a person with two or more boyfriends/girlfriends. She sees a man with another woman; she walks off to tell herself NOT to do that. Gale knows right from wrong. It also makes her happy that she does and others don’t. Flawed. That is what she calls herself. She recognizes her flaws, unlike other people. She can’t control whether or not she has flaws, but she tries her best to improve on them.

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I hadn't finished coding it. But it is still good, in my eyes.

Previous experience: Currently the Advertiser for AuV2; Australian Gaming community. OPER/Super Admin on RisingIRC. Other than that nothing else.

Why you should chose me: I don't know. I'm applying for the sake of applying. I have nothing to lose. In fact, I have everything to gain. I can try and pick up on the mistakes I've made, and turn them into gains. Into additional information for next time. I'm a somewhat good person a somewhat good amount of information when it comes to computers and maybe even writing. I may not be the best at writing, but I sure as hell do try.

OTHER: Thank you for paying attention to my application. I know I've had some spats with people in the past - and yes, they will affect your judgement of me when looking over my application. But all in all I try my hardest, even if I'm not the most viable candidate.

-Entei.

Last Edit: Jan 11, 2012 5:10:01 GMT -5 by Entei

'sexkitten: how the hell would I do that purpo--WHAT ABOUT LULU BOOBS'

Tori
Retired Staff

1,071 POSTS
last seen May 7, 2013 21:56:19 GMT -5

Pigfarts, Pigfarts, yum, yum, yum.

Staff Search #10 Jan 11, 2012 6:00:37 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jan 11, 2012 6:00:37 GMT -5

Name: Tori
Age: Seventeen
Previous experience: I was librarian on here for about a year and a half.
Why should we choose you? I'm hardworking and nice to people. I'm pretty sure most of you know the kind of work I put out. I always make time to help people. I'd like to be chosen because I miss working on the site with everyone and I know I'd do whatever job that was needing to be job.

Roleplay Sample: Here: x

Other: I'm not quite sure if I'm allowed to apply for a staff position since I asked Lulu to remove me if I became inactive due to personal incidents, but I figured I might try. But don't let me get in the way of bringing some new people in!

Last Edit: Jan 11, 2012 6:03:53 GMT -5 by Tori

My characters can be found here. PM me to roleplay.

Serenity
Tribute

[M:-275]

346 POSTS
last seen May 5, 2013 13:49:44 GMT -5

I can't GO to Pigfarts... It's ON MARS

Staff Search #10 Jan 11, 2012 8:44:38 GMT -5

Post by Serenity on Jan 11, 2012 8:44:38 GMT -5

Name: Fireystar

Age: 16

Why We Should Choose You: I don't have any expirience so far but, I believe I've been on long enough to give this my best shot. I come on pretty much, everyday and, I'm becoming more and more social. I have tried moderating once on my friends site but, it wasn't for very long… I'm confident I can assist people, new people and even regulars.

Roleplay Sample:

KIRA-LILLY HAUST

'The Voice' speaking.
Someone else speaking.
Me speaking.
Me thinking/actions.

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"Hello. Do you know your name?"
"Yes... Kira-Lilly Haust."
"Very good. Age?"
"Sixteen. Who are you?"
"District?"
"One. You haven't answered me. Who are you?"

Appearance

There's no response. I can't see either. Suddenly, an object is thrust into my hands and a light blinds me. I groan, my head is screeching with noise and now I'm being blinded?

The object in my hands is a mirror. "Look and tell us what you see."

I do as I'm told, peeking into the mirror. Inside, I see a pretty girl. "I see a girl with ginger-brown hair." I say, peering at it. My statement was really simple but, this girl had beautiful hair. Gentle, soft waves of ginger flowing in sort of waves down her head. A few small ringlets here and there, but no major curls. Her hair went about down to above her chest. Her ginger bangs were spread out and pushed to the side of the left eye. Beneath her bangs, I can see her eyebrows, arched but, closer to her eyes than most people usually have them. But, still, her eyelashes sort of save the eyebrow problem. Sort of tinted ginger, her eyelashes are long and thin. "She has long, gingery eyelashes and brown eyebrows. But..." Her eyes were a gorgeous emerald green, like forest of gold-green trees. Her pupil was a black, unforgiving black, gold circling it.The only real flaw in her eyes, that I could see, was a black line. It was in her right eye and it pointed at her ears. It was from the pupil to the edge of her iris. Like her pupil had leaked some black. "...Emerald eyes..."Her lips are pink and she has childish cheeks. I don't bother saying those out loud.

The girl in the mirror appears to be naked. I blush, turning my head away for a moment, embarrassed. "What else." I realize now, the voice sounded male. It sounded sort of familiar... But sort of not, like something was missing. I still can't see anything but the mirror. Looking back into the mirror, I say some important details I missed. They were simple, but the voice and who else might need to know it. "She has incredibly pale skin. Kind of peachy but, it looks like she hasn't been outside for a while." She really was pale. It made her hair seem firey. Well, she wasn't as pale as I was letting off, but she seemed cold. I shrug uncomfortably in what I think is an armchair. "She's really skinny too. ...Can I ask a question and please, can you answer it?" There's silence before I continue. "Is this girl me...?" "Yes. That is you."

That is me.

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Personality

Suddenly, another voice enters the room. It's a womans voice. They seem to be having a conversation about... me? "She seems to have the same problem..." Problem? What problem? I don't have problems! "She seems to have recovered, so, we went by and asked her godparent about some of her usual habits and traits." What godparent? Why don't I understand? "Apparently, she is quite optimistic and, she has won awards in school for it." Well, I could have told you that myself! I hate it when people look down on others. it just bugs me. But, I don't do much about it anyways. "She finds fascinations with things. She does research on something if she finds it interesting enough." This is true, actually. And now that the mirror was gone, I had nothing to occupy my time with. The next part kind of ticks me off. "She also is incredibly clumsy..."

"Is there any problems with her? Is she anorexic? Narcoleptic? Does she have Narcissism?" 'The Voice' says. Why would I have problems...? Then the second voice answers. "Well, she is dyslexic..." I blush, turning my head away and putting my hands over my eyes, first, to block out the light and second, to hide the red brightness of my cheeks. Then, to my surprise, the second voice continues. "But... Then there's the problem. See, she doesn't remember anything before..." The whole room goes silent for a couple of short seconds and all I can hear is the quiet whispering of the female Voice Two and the rare grumbling of Voice One. "...Yes, I see. Alright so she's forgotten everything about her life up until now, then, I suppose?" "Well, she has no recollection of it. She might have a memory or two but, besides that, nothing. It should probably feel like she has an empty brain. Be careful, the Capitol would love to take advantage of this." "Well, from what she has told me today, she knows her name and age and district. She probably remembers basic things, like the games." This was true. I know what they mean. The Hunger Games. "Well, hold on."

There was silence throughout the whole room. I swear, you could hear a pin drop. Why was it so interesting when I spoke? I suddenly felt kind of... angry... "I'm not ruined or anything. I have a brain and it's full of wonderful things. Things like... Umm..." There's a snort of laughter after I pause. They were laughing at me for not knowing anything...? That wasn't my fault. Suddenly, I gasp as I realize I can point out a few simple things. "My favorite color is light green. My favorite animal is a fawn. yeah, a deer. I love pasta and I love the letter Q! Who's to say I can't wear a hat indoors? I love to wear hats! Bare feet are more natural to me than walking. No one can tell me who or what I am." The room is silent. "...So... um... Yeah."

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History

I can't make heads or tails of where I am or what's going on. Suddenly, Voice One speaks up."Fine, then. Let's tell you what happened to you." Something happened to me? I let Voice One speak. "Listen up. Because, I won't repeat myself."

"What we have heard from your godparent is that, before this, you were a sweet girl, having a few troubles in class. Your parents are-- were incredibly rich and your teachers were suck ups. Complete suck ups. Apparently, you would cry to you Godparent almost every day saying your teachers and parents see right through you." That's weird... Why can't I understand what's happening...? I don't remember having parents. And I don't remember crying a lot either. Out of curiosity, I let him continue. "As far as I know, you didn't have any true friends. Just an estimate." "Doctor..." ,Voice Two's cautioned tone comes up. So, this is a doctor. I'm in a hospital. "What? She has a right to know. Anyways, You got what you wanted. You were a spoiled brat. It was only recent what happened."

"What happened to me?" I say, urging The Voice to continue. "You got in a car crash. You were driving down a road, probably to your house and a drunk driver happened to be driving down, the opposite way. He hit the car and, your vehicle went rolling. Sadly, the drunk driver ended up rolling onto of your car after it fell into a ditch. To make matters worse, a large oak fell down and crushed all of you." There is complete silence throughout the room. No one dares speak a word. Then, The Voice keeps going. "You were the luckiest out of them all. Someone driving past spotted you and dragged you out, hearing you screaming. Your parents were caught up in the flames and didn't survive. They had major injuries and wouldn't have made it anyways. The drunk driver did not survive either."

"Then, who takes care of me?" I say, suddenly seeing the blue screen of a computer appear. I can see faint writing on it in big, huge font. I just can't make out what it says... it's all squiggly. Snapping my attention back to The Voice, I listen closely. "A man named Izic Haust. Your fathers brother. You have inherited all your parents money. As a minor, you can't have it until your nineteen. So, in place of you, it has been given to Izic until you turn nineteen. You will be living with him." The Voice says. Then, I feel a needle injected into my arm. They probably needed me asleep while they got me out of this dark room. I stare directly at the one flaw in the darkness. The blue screen. It read:

Codeword: oDair[/i][/b][/quote]

Other: Best of luck to everyone

And thank you so much for reading this!