It was May 23, 3407. Eight days after her twenty-third birthday. She was going to be the richest woman in the world. She was going be the best model in the country. She was getting married to the most handsomest man in two days. Why she was splattered on concrete was a mystery in itself. The media says it was a suicide, fans say the future husband did it. Some say she slipped. Other's didn't care. People jumped off of fifty story balconys every other day, why was she so special? On that bloodstained concrete was just her hair, flowing around what should have been her body.
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She stared down at the street, smiling a bit, holding a small glass of red wine. She sipped at it, staring at the sky.
"Oh, dearest sister... If you could see me now..." She whispered. Her sister wasn't dead. Far from it. Her younger sister was a bounty hunter, making barely enough to eat for a week. She flew among the stars, trying to be a cop, which she could never do, because of an injury that happened a few years ago.
She giggled, setting the glass on the railing and leaning against it. "Oh, you'd be so jealous of me... I hope you can come to the wedding... It'd be great if you could..." She whispered, closing her eyes. She stood up, going inside. She threw off her clothes and slipped in her red silk nightgown, and pulled her hair out of its usual bun, closing her eyes as it cascaded down her back, stopping at the end of her calves. She stared at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. Honey coloured, almond shaped eyes, pale, pink, full lips, pale skin, strawberry blonde hair. She blinked, smiling at her sister's picture. She was very dark, from being in the sun a lot when she was little. She had dark emerald eyes, and short, messy black hair, red streaks in it. No one knew how, or why. The streaks were natural. Her sister always smiled. It could be storming and flooding, but she would always smile, as if she knew things would get better. She smiled more, going back outside.
That's when it happened. She suddenly fell off the balcony. She didn't scream though. She watched the ground come closer, but it was coming closer in slow motion. She saw people stare at her as she fell. She wanted to wave at them. She saw a bird fly past her. She wanted to catch it. She saw her favourite tree. She wanted to sit in it one last time. She crashed into the sidewalk, face first.
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The funeral took place three days later. Her sister showed up. She looked nice for once. She wore a dress for once. She stared at her sister's coffin, smiling, even though the tears poured from her eyes. She knew her sister was in a better place. She coughed a bit. Her sister was the only family she had left. Her father died when she was five in a motorbike accident. Her mother died two years ago, during her last year of high school to cancer.
After the funeral, she stayed, kneeling next to the hole. She stared at the tombstone.
Anja Thorton
Sister, Best Friend, Lover
Future Wife of Preston Chance
Although We Maybe Alone,
The Stars Will Be Our Friends
She sniffled a bit, rubbing her eyes.
"Heh... I bought a nice dress for the wedding... I was hoping you could see me in it... I-I'll take a picture! And bring it back here... S-S-So you can see..." She sobbed, standing up and setting the flowers she bough on the tombstone. "I love you..." she murmured, kissing the stone, and walking to the parking lot.
All the cars and ships were gone. Except for her giant ship. The Veridis Quo. She sighed, sitting outside it. She didn't budge when the hatch door opened. It was probally one of her team members. She shook her head, leaning against the leg of the ship. "Just give me another five minutes..."
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(OoC: Hi, again! n.n I'm gonna need three people to be her ship mates. Hopefully another female and two males (However, you can be more than one person!). Some baddies would be nice, too, if you want to be a bad guy/girl/transvestite let me know, and I'll work something out with you! Please please please please PM me if you want a part! The information I'll need from you will be a description of your character, their background on how they met my character, and their own history. Thanks very much!
-Makisan
P.S.: If you can tell me where I got the name of the ship from, I may have something for you. n.n)
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She stared down at the street, smiling a bit, holding a small glass of red wine. She sipped at it, staring at the sky.
"Oh, dearest sister... If you could see me now..." She whispered. Her sister wasn't dead. Far from it. Her younger sister was a bounty hunter, making barely enough to eat for a week. She flew among the stars, trying to be a cop, which she could never do, because of an injury that happened a few years ago.
She giggled, setting the glass on the railing and leaning against it. "Oh, you'd be so jealous of me... I hope you can come to the wedding... It'd be great if you could..." She whispered, closing her eyes. She stood up, going inside. She threw off her clothes and slipped in her red silk nightgown, and pulled her hair out of its usual bun, closing her eyes as it cascaded down her back, stopping at the end of her calves. She stared at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. Honey coloured, almond shaped eyes, pale, pink, full lips, pale skin, strawberry blonde hair. She blinked, smiling at her sister's picture. She was very dark, from being in the sun a lot when she was little. She had dark emerald eyes, and short, messy black hair, red streaks in it. No one knew how, or why. The streaks were natural. Her sister always smiled. It could be storming and flooding, but she would always smile, as if she knew things would get better. She smiled more, going back outside.
That's when it happened. She suddenly fell off the balcony. She didn't scream though. She watched the ground come closer, but it was coming closer in slow motion. She saw people stare at her as she fell. She wanted to wave at them. She saw a bird fly past her. She wanted to catch it. She saw her favourite tree. She wanted to sit in it one last time. She crashed into the sidewalk, face first.
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The funeral took place three days later. Her sister showed up. She looked nice for once. She wore a dress for once. She stared at her sister's coffin, smiling, even though the tears poured from her eyes. She knew her sister was in a better place. She coughed a bit. Her sister was the only family she had left. Her father died when she was five in a motorbike accident. Her mother died two years ago, during her last year of high school to cancer.
After the funeral, she stayed, kneeling next to the hole. She stared at the tombstone.
Anja Thorton
Sister, Best Friend, Lover
Future Wife of Preston Chance
Although We Maybe Alone,
The Stars Will Be Our Friends
She sniffled a bit, rubbing her eyes.
"Heh... I bought a nice dress for the wedding... I was hoping you could see me in it... I-I'll take a picture! And bring it back here... S-S-So you can see..." She sobbed, standing up and setting the flowers she bough on the tombstone. "I love you..." she murmured, kissing the stone, and walking to the parking lot.
All the cars and ships were gone. Except for her giant ship. The Veridis Quo. She sighed, sitting outside it. She didn't budge when the hatch door opened. It was probally one of her team members. She shook her head, leaning against the leg of the ship. "Just give me another five minutes..."
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(OoC: Hi, again! n.n I'm gonna need three people to be her ship mates. Hopefully another female and two males (However, you can be more than one person!). Some baddies would be nice, too, if you want to be a bad guy/girl/transvestite let me know, and I'll work something out with you! Please please please please PM me if you want a part! The information I'll need from you will be a description of your character, their background on how they met my character, and their own history. Thanks very much!
-Makisan
P.S.: If you can tell me where I got the name of the ship from, I may have something for you. n.n)
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