missedith
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- May 11, 2004
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(OOC: a little set up...
Name: Cady
Age: Forever 24
Appearance: (this would be so much easier to type without a kitten biting my ring) average girl next door, think Katie Holmes, with less coloring.
Misc Info: She tried to blend in after she was turned in the late sixties, but now just stays below the simple town's radar, but not the hunter's,or her sire's
Setting: Present Day, A small prairie town, where no one has a clue what goes bump in the night. (please pardon my endless sentences and misplaced commas, i am a stream of consciousness writer))
Cady:
She could feel sunrise coming in her bones. Simon had taught her that, before she ran off, that and a few other handy trick to keep from bring a crispy fried pile of dust. Sometimes she wondered how that felt, an immortal death, it wa unfathomable. She never dwelled on it long.
Cady had been in the small town of Henderson long enough to know that she had no need to fear "death" from anything but the sun. The people here where clueless about her, always finding a convenient answer to any body she left, "FAMILY FOUND DEAD IN PARK AFTER ILL FATED BARBECUE" was her favorite headline from her time here. As if one them really went berserk and stabbed every member the family with an oversized fork, before turning the fork on him/herself. You have to love middle America for that, they are clueless.
She slid effortlessly down the alley that lead to her home. She lovingly stroked her newest acquisition, the pearl necklace that had donned the neck of the sweet older lady she had met tonight, when she was kind enough to let a poor young girl in out of the cold. It would go into her jewelry box, and be a favorite for sure.
Name: Cady
Age: Forever 24
Appearance: (this would be so much easier to type without a kitten biting my ring) average girl next door, think Katie Holmes, with less coloring.
Misc Info: She tried to blend in after she was turned in the late sixties, but now just stays below the simple town's radar, but not the hunter's,or her sire's
Setting: Present Day, A small prairie town, where no one has a clue what goes bump in the night. (please pardon my endless sentences and misplaced commas, i am a stream of consciousness writer))
Cady:
She could feel sunrise coming in her bones. Simon had taught her that, before she ran off, that and a few other handy trick to keep from bring a crispy fried pile of dust. Sometimes she wondered how that felt, an immortal death, it wa unfathomable. She never dwelled on it long.
Cady had been in the small town of Henderson long enough to know that she had no need to fear "death" from anything but the sun. The people here where clueless about her, always finding a convenient answer to any body she left, "FAMILY FOUND DEAD IN PARK AFTER ILL FATED BARBECUE" was her favorite headline from her time here. As if one them really went berserk and stabbed every member the family with an oversized fork, before turning the fork on him/herself. You have to love middle America for that, they are clueless.
She slid effortlessly down the alley that lead to her home. She lovingly stroked her newest acquisition, the pearl necklace that had donned the neck of the sweet older lady she had met tonight, when she was kind enough to let a poor young girl in out of the cold. It would go into her jewelry box, and be a favorite for sure.