Amelia Rush

[Amelia Rush]

AMELIA RUSH !

BASiCS !
full name; Amelia Elise Rush
nicknames; ‘Melia, Mel
gender; Female
age; Ninteen
birthday; September 12th
birthplace; Versailles, France
sexuality; heterosexual
grade; Junior
sport; PowerKiting

APPERANCE !
i've been told i look a bit like; Hanna Beth
let me explain;

Amelia was never one to gain much weight to begin with. She isn't terribly into ‘working out’, but that doesn't really matter in her case. She had been a fat baby, around eight to nine pounds, and hearty. She looks completely breakable now though; a twig in the hands of a giant, you could say. Slight in her being, with a minimal amount of curves to her frame, it would seem that she never ate. This conclusion is completely false; Amelia can eat a lot of things without gaining as much as a pound. It's partly due to the fact that her family is known for their high metabolisms. Other than the high metabolism, Amelia is one giant ball of energy, hyper at every turn and never calm. Weighing less than one hundred and fifteen pounds, and standing at something like five foot two, it's no surprise that she looks as if she could easily be broken. You wouldn't know it with the reckless behavior she portrays every now and then, but she finds that people are ridiculously careful around her when they first meet. It annoys Amelia, but she goes along with it. You can't change who you are, and pointing out that she isn’t a glass figurine just causes issues.

Large, well set eyes and innocent features are what she has to call her own. This is both intriguing and rather frightening when you get to know her. The light brown optics hold small irises, compelling you to dig deeper into what might be instead of what meets your own eyes. Endless possibilities and a fiery desire that never dies; the first glance into her eyes, and that's what you'll find. They are surrounded by rather short lashes, often enhanced with a coat of mascara. Eyeliner is also common among the daily wears of her eyes. The shape of her face is odd in angle, stout and somewhat chunky, but it suits her well. Pouty lips curve their way onto her face, soft and untouched under a rather pointed nose. Her skin is fair and porcelain smooth; well taken care of by a miracle product from a cosmetic store called ‘Lush’. She has a certain unique beauty about her that some miss and call unattractive, but she doesn't let that get to her.

Amelia's hair is soft and curly when untouched. She does, however, like to straighten it every now and then. When the black strands are left alone with simply a brush and a few products thrown in, within an hour of doing what she 'does' it looks as though she's just come out of a tornado. Amelia never really makes a point to ever pin her hair up, or use elastic bands. Her consistent style of side-swept bangs and leaving her hair down never really gets old. It suits her well and you'll seldom find her hair up. Easily tangled and uncooperative, she isn't all that fond of it. But, if she feels the occasion is right, she will style her hair and use the dreaded ‘up-do’ look. Honestly, because of how much of a perfectionist she has become with her looks, updo’s always stress her out, hence way they are so seldom seen.

Amelia's sense of fashion is nothing close to ironic, for it matches her personality to a tee. She isn't afraid to try on outlandish things and wear them daily. Though she may have a quirky sense of style, it always looks great, and that's what she aims for. Amelia respects the highest in the fashion industry, wearing their clothes and splurging on things that she can hardly afford with the part-time wages she gets every two weeks. She has a large variety of accessories, ranging from the crazy sunglasses to bold necklaces and bracelets. Amelia also enjoys wearing a hat every now and then. She makes it a point to dress in bold, vivid colors and is definitely an odd ball when it comes to fashion. Still, it looks good, so you can't really ridicule her.

Slim frame, intriguing features, and a quirky fashion sense, Amelia doesn't have a lot of things other girls might have. What she does have, however, is her own unique style, and that's exactly what she aims for.

CHARACTERiSTiCS !
loves;
-Drinking-mostly anything fruity
-Dancing
-Partying
-Girl-Fights (With or without her)
-Purple
-Smart People-movie
-Beagle Bites
-G! Perfume by Gwen Stefani
-James Avery Craftsman jewelry
-The Smell of Gasoline
-Concerts
-Old People
-MAC make-up
-Sweat pants
-Her Samsung Impression-phone
-When people sing to her
-The beach
-Winter
-Marilyn Monroe
-Her father’s winery
-Tattoos on other people
-Her Itouch
-Horses
-Competition
-Tiara’s
-Oreos
-Lucozade
-Golden girls
-Taking pictures
-Swimming
-Cheesy pick-up lines
-Lemonade
-Love songs
-Muffins
hates;
-Country music
-The GAP
-Green beans
-Slow computers
-the number 11
-Vomiting
-Sickness and or sick people
-Pumpkin smelling candles
-Bad breathe
-Fruit flavored condoms
-Deep Water
-Spiders
-Overly prude people
-Cracked doors in a room
-Grass on her feet
-Writing essays
-Activia commercials
-The word ‘Douching’
-Wearing glasses
-Uncomfortable couches
-Shaving
-French Braids
-People eating off her plate (unless they are sharing)
-Overly shaped eyebrows
-Predictable movies
-Babies
-People who cry
-Overly written on converse
-Fish tacos
-Reese’s
-Dead skin
-Nail biters
-Ham
-Bible preachers
strengths;
-Her mouth; never backs down; must always say what’s on her mind
-Her mind; she is very smart
-Can pick most locks on doors
-Can hold her own
-Her looks tend to help her out of some situations
weaknesses;
-Her boyfriend
-Doesn’t confront things; brushes them off; cannot handle anything too serious
-Doesn’t listen to most advice she is given
-Anger issues. Holds grudges easily
-Sucker for flowers
fears;
-Bee’s
-Death
-Ending up without anyone by her side
-Complete silences
-Being knocked up
-Losing her mind
-Gunshots
-The Darkness
goals;
-Meet The Killers; they are slightly amazing to Amelia
-Live to see Power-Kiting become an Olympic sport
-Compete in an Iron Man competition
-Get married at Disney World
-Get a PHD in forensic psychology
interesting facts;
-Cooks when she is nervous
-Can’t stand the color yellow on herself
-Falls in and out of believing in god
-Interned for the Tour De France
-Speaks French
-Cleans to calm herself
secrets;
-Loves Reality T.V.
-Has to talk to a therapist over to the phone or go see her in town. Her father thinks this helps her ‘deal’ with being far away. It really only pisses her off. She hates talking about her feelings. Fears if she tells people this they will think she is ‘weak’ or ‘lame’
-Debating telling Reece she’s falling in love with him/ doesn’t want to freak him out
-Likes with people bite her neck
quirks;
-Talks too fast for some people to follow her
-Has Tocophobia
-When she’s unsure of something, she wipes the tip of her nose with her right index finger
-Can write with both hands
-Avoids anyone who’s sick
personality;

[/li][li]Malicious:
Amelia can be a dove, or she can be a nightmare- and three guesses at which one is more prominent. Amelia can’t be just ‘mean’- she can be so fucking nasty it’ll take your breath away- for good. She won’t ‘render you speechless’, she wont ‘leave a sick feeling in your stomach’. Amelia will try and rip your vocal cords out with a fork and then disembowel you, with nothing more than an adorable little smirk on her face the entire time. She has the ability to tear someone apart for even the most minor disagreement- and the thing is, she won’t just torture you emotionally; she can hurt you physically as well. Amelia will punch your lights out so hard your eyes will roll to the back of your head, and you’ll be lucky if you wake up in a few hours, if at all. But, because of the school’s policy on fighting and her relationship with Reece, she is trying to cut down on the verbal and physical abuse of people who piss her off. She really does fell bad afterwards, but some women think they can run their mouth…when honestly, they have no right to even let her name slip. Amelia has done well, only getting in a few verbal spats every now and then.

[/li][li]Dramatic:
As a child, Amelia grew up pretending to live a life that was nothing more than a dream. She believed she was some sort of princess, cradling a wand and tiara everywhere she went and speaking in her own imitation of the Queen of France. She was overly dramatic about everything; if the tiara fell off of her head she’d fall to the ground, as though she’d melted and withered away without it. She had always spoken the loudest and caused scenes and calamities when things didn’t go her way. She was known for bringing the pandemonium, but nevertheless did it in such a way that people found it to be humorous. “Oh, there goes Amelia again,” they’d say, and laugh it off.

[/li][li]Party Girl:
If you’re ever looking for her, the first place you should check is her dorm, and if you can’t find her there, well, try going to the nearest party. She loves to dance and get crazy, regardless of how idiotic it may make her look. More than once Amelia has woken to find herself on the floor of some random person’s living room with a few of her friends, but she just wipes herself off and carries on with her day. If you’re in need of something to spice up a party, just give Amelia a call; and if an English paper isn’t due, she’s always more than happy to oblige. Many have tried to stop her, but they fail in the attempt. Amelia will drink all she wants, and doesn’t like people telling her to stop.


[/li][li]Intelligent
Street: Growing up in the streets of France, Amelia had to learn the word survival at a very young age. Sure things were handed to her on a silver platter, but she learned that most of the children that went to school at her age didn’t get what she got. When she was older, she was forced to see the world for what it really was, slightly terrible.

Book: Amelia was a perceptive child. Since birth, she had been able to pick up things right off the bat. She learned to speak faster than her brother; she learned to walk before she thought of crawling. Amelia took things in giant steps and usually succeeded. She was most successful with languages and national concepts. She has been given the gift of education because of her father, and she knows at least four languages (only two fluently) because of him and his giving ways. Learning is and has always been one of her favorite pleasures in life.

[/li][li]Leader:
It's no secret that Amelia has all the qualities needed to become a leader; to become something great in the world. She is intelligent and has plans that most would never think of. She is not afraid to step up and tell people what she thinks. She also has a tendency to take control of a situation and get it done no matter how long it takes her. Most of those who are around her know they cannot backtalk or mess around with her idea’s because her temper will flare up once again and they will get a few harsh words. She doesn’t take people criticizing her, so normally when they tell her something is wrong with the thing she is working so hard on; she goes on the defense and pouts for the rest of the task.

[/li][li] Light-hearted:
In the real world, Amelia is a beast to others whom she hasn’t let in, but to those who are in little Amelia’s social circle, she is known as the clown. Amelia does love to laugh, and when two friends are in a fight, she always has the right thing to say to even make the oldest person in the room laugh. Amelia adores pranks and tricks, Halloween is her favorite holiday. Even though she is nineteen years of age, mention wrapping someone’s house and Amelia is the first one to pull out her credit card for the toilet paper. Sometimes she does go a little too far, but it’s all for a laugh right?



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BiOGRAPHY !
mother;

Name: Christelle Brigitte Grenouille
Age: Fifty-six
Occupation: House maker

father;

Name: Joseph Maurice Grenouille
Age: Fifty-eight
Occupation: Owns a small but popular winery in Versailles named after his two kids. He calls them ‘His littler stars” so in French it would be “Le peu établissement vinicole d'étoile”. Kind of cheesy, but he has always been proud of his two children

siblings;

Name: Dante Louise Grenouille
Age: Twenty-nine
Occupation: Works with father in winery


Name: Aurelie April Rush
Age: Seventeen
Occupation: Schooling

pets;
other family

Biological mother: Bree Nicole Rush; unknown age; unknown alive or dead

Biological father: Walter Rufus Rush; unknown age; unknown alive or dead

significant figures; N/A
history;

Amelia doesn’t really know much about her parents, and honestly; she would like to keep it that way. They did give her up after all, so she assumes she wasn’t really needed or wanted. Who wants to stay in a place where they aren’t love? All she knows is, her real parents lived in France for a while, and gave her up to an orphanage on the outskirts of Versailles. She was adopted when she was four months old, so she doesn’t have horrible memories of the orphanage she was in either. Her life was very simple, and her adopted parents were normal people living a normal life. No horror stories, no mental problems.
Joseph had always wanted a family of four, and him and his wife had Dante a year and a half after they was married. But then when Christelle got the news that she had ovarian cancer, this dream slowly faded away. Lucky, she did beat the cancer, but with the kemo and all the medicine, she became barren. This is why they adopted Amelia, and they couldn’t have chosen a better path to go down. It was a normal upbringing, a over protective father and brother along with an understanding mother who is always the peace-maker with Amelia and Dante when they fight.

Both Christelle and Joseph were very upfront with Amelia about how she was adopted. When she was ten, they sat her down and tried to make her understand what it meant and how to cop with it, but of course her first instinct was to lash out and lock herself in her room. But eventually, as she got older and wiser, she began to appreciate all they had done for her, and Amelia quickly decided that Christelle and Joseph’s love for her outweighed that they were not related by blood.

Growing up in France is dazzling enough, that a girl could get swept up in quite a few romances. Amelia is no acceptation to this tale. She was fourteen and his name was Devery and he knew how to make a woman swoon. She was young, and she really didn’t know any better about matters of the heart. Devery was two years older then her, and for a while he treated her like a princess. But, when it came to getting in her pants; that was something he couldn’t charm his way into. He became frustrated with trying, and finally stopped talking to her. She called and called his phone number, but it was always either busy or off. She went into town with her brother a week later, and saw him kissing another girl in the park. She was hurt, and started to cry. Well, this didn’t go over well with Dante, and he ended up punching Devery in the face. It was all a disaster at the time, but of course it was only a minor stepping stone.

Amelia has always had a fiery personality, but it came out on full blast when she got into her local high school. She was fifteen, and there was this girl named Idette who tried out for ballet with Amelia, but because she was big in size and slow in understanding how to take direction, she didn’t make the school dance team. Her partner for try-outs had been our very own Ms. Rush, so of course she went around the whole school telling people Amelia had ‘slept’ her way into the dance team and told the director not to allow Idette into the program because she was Amelia’s biggest competition. Amelia tried to ignore it for a while, but it finally got to the point to where people started believing her rival. She confronted Idette, and the girl was so taken aback by Amelia’s upfront way of dealing with the situation, she went on the defensive and pushed her.

Amelia tried to stay calm, but the more Idette talked, the more Amelia’s temper rose. Finally, the girl took a jab at Amelia’s family, talking about how her brother had been held back a grade so they would be expecting Amelia to follow the family tradition, and our five foot two heroine took her fist and hit the girl straight in the mouth, knocking her onto her feet. Amelia was quick on taking advantage of the girl’s downfall, and straddled her, continuing to bring her fist down upon Idette’s face. The administrator of the school ended up pulling a kick and screaming Amelia off of a very battered up Idette, and sentencing her to a week’s suspension and two weeks of volunteer service for the school. Her parent’s were upset when she came home that day with the news of her punishment, but she figured the girl had it coming. No one messes with Amelia Rush or her loved ones; it just wasn’t how things were done. When Amelia went back to school the following week no one seemed to mess with her much, and Idette steered clear of her attacker.

At the age of sixteen, she started to become more inquiring about her real parents, and because Dante knew this was coming, he decided to help her out. The two of them started snooping around in the attic, and the only real thing they could find was Amelia’s birth certificate with her mother and father’s name on it. Dante and Amelia kept digging and they found another birth certificate, but it wasn’t Amelia’s or her brothers. It belonged to someone with the name of Aurelie Rush. Amelia’s name was on it, but under the title of sibling. It was a slight shock to think that she had a sister, but this never meant that she would abandon the family she already has. They were amazing and supportive in so many ways, she didn’t want to hurt their feelings by abandoning them for people she barely knew. So, Amelia thought nothing else of it, and talked to Dante about just forgetting the whole thing. He agreed, but told her she should probably tell the rest of the family what she had found out. Now, it was Amelia’s turn to sit her parent’s down and tell them the whole story.

“I’ve been thinking about things,” she started off, looking at her father’s red hands from grapes and her mother’s messy blonde hair. “And I love you two so much, and I will never forget you as my family, but, I found the papers of my birth, and I’ve decided to take my real last name of Rush. I hope you understand this.” Her mother took the news the worst, but he father just nodded. He understood the meaning of trying to find out who you are, and he knew this day was coming. The follow month the whole family went down to the courthouse, and watched as Amelia became her own person. Along with becoming someone new, Ms. Rush met another beau as well, and he was a little bit better then her first. His name was Jean-Pierre, and he was a friend of her brothers. He was so beautiful, with his black hair and olive colored eyes, that she knew it was love. They dated on and off for a year, and when the time was right, Amelia took the next step with him and lost the most precious gift she ever owned. The love affair was soon put to an end by her acceptance into P.S.A., but they both knew marriage was not in the cards. One of the many good things that came out of the relationship was he taught her how to Power-Kite. It was their third date, and he showed her how to work all the bells and whistles, and she was hooked. It was complete rush knowing that at any moment you could fall and hurt yourself terribly, but also knowing you would beat your own personal record if tragedy didn’t strike. She perfected the art of the sport, and when she graduated from son lycée or her high school, she could either go to college for dance, run the winery with her father, or send in her application for P.S.A.

It was pretty plain which one she was going to choose. She loved power-kiting enough to make it a huge part of her life, so when P.S.A. sent her the acceptance letter she had no choice but to go. Amelia did love where she grew up, and the dancing school in Versailles was very prestigious indeed. But, Amelia needed something more; she needed to get out on her own and away from things that are safe and familiar. So with a lot of crying and hugging, a week before the fall semester started, Amelia hopped on a plane for ‘frosh’ week at P.S.A. The campus was terrific, and the people were so friendly and fun to be around. She started school the following week and never has regretted her decision to come to Australia.

Through a serious of events Amelia found her long lost sister, Aurelie, and the most loving guy, Reece. She honestly couldn’t have asked for better. But recently, things she has been hearing about her sister and her sister’s boyfriend have been consuming her thoughts, and she doesn’t quite know how to deal with it all. But perhaps as things progress during her junior year at P.S.A., things will work themselves out. Or maybe not, but only time can tell.

ROLEPLAYER !
alias; Lizzieh
other characters;
how did you find us?; Ad
how can we contact you?; Aim-DramaxDoll or e-mail
roleplay sample;

"Most Holy and Adorable Trinity,
one God in three Persons,
I firmly believe that You are here present;
I adore You with the most profound humility;
I praise You and give You thanks with all my heart for the favors You have bestowed on me. Your Goodness has brought me safely to the beginning of this day.
Behold, O Lord, I offer You my whole being and in particular all my thoughts, words and actions, together with such crosses and contradictions as I may meet with in the course of this day….”



A mans voice filled room number eight as the morning dawned on them all, awaking even the deepest of sinners from their slumber. If you would have peaked through the keyhole, you would have seen Cash Warren Hawkins on his knees, elbows propped up on the bed with a rosary in hand. His lips were moving, and if his thumb moved any faster over the cross you could be sure he would have set fire to it. No, this was not the brown haired boys every day routine, this was a new ritual he was trying out, just for today. Cash was not a 'church-goer', per say. He did not get up early on Sunday mornings, put on his best suit and tie, and arrive to listen to what he called 'the mistranslated words of old men'. Church was usually bullshit, in fact, he had told people this on many occasions and he had denounced his believe in god by the tender age of sixteen. So why, if the boy didn’t believe in such biblical stories, was he now seen on his knees at the mercy of ‘the almighty being’? That is a very good question, and one that could only be answered by going back in time, about a week before all of this.


He had awoken in a very calm manner, in a bed that was not his. He didn’t mind this however, because he had remembered getting very intoxicated the previous night and going home with a rather fiery redhead, who was in this house as well. He found this out much later though, after he had surpassed freak-out mode and his minor depression of not being able to live his life as he normally did. The first day he was very standoffish towards everyone, and didn’t eat at all. In fact, he sat on the couch in the foyer for most of the day, staring blankly at the wall. They say people handle bad news in the own right, but Cash downright shoved all his bad news under a very dirty rug. It wasn’t until the fourth day of sitting on the couch did Cash finally felt the need to move around, perhaps so much as stretch and eat.

The kitchen scared him a little, for he had heard talk from everyone who sat around him and passed by him that it seemed to be haunted. The food seemed to restock itself, and the dishes would wash themselves. Even the bedrooms would be clean and tidy for the tenants when they awoke, the scent of pinewood filling their nasal cavities. Cash found this very weird that overnight people crept into the house and cleaned with them snoring no more then five feet away, but I guess that was one of the ‘perks’ you got here. You didn’t have to lift a finger, just as long and you knew you were here for something horrible. And know everyone did. He still watched the people that passed him by and the expression on their faces. Each of them seemed to be racking their brain for what could have possibly gotten them into this, and how they could ever get out alive. Cash had let his mind wonder over this topic a few times before, but he tried not to dwell on such horrible things like death for, him and body bags don’t go well together.

And this, my friends, is why we see the boy talking to the big man upstairs right now. He wants to make sure that all his ducks are in a row, and he thought perhaps, just perhaps, he would give the whole god thing a shot once more to see if the ‘lord and savior’ got him out of this nightmare. “Give them, O Lord, Your blessing; may your divine Love animate them and may they tend to the greater honor an…oh fuck this shit.” And with that, the chanting was done and the boy was up on his feet. Cash must have felt that no god could save his ass this time, therefore what was the point in even trying? He proceeded to throw the rosary onto the floor, and stomp out of the room, not failing to check himself in the process. Yes, even though he was kidnapped in a house, he still wanted to look better then everyone else, and around here that was harder then it seemed. Sure, his looks were seemly flawless, but the attire was the worst thing he had ever put on his body.

Honestly, Cash confessed in one of his many tiffs with Addison that he would rather be walking around naked with pig’s blood dripping from him then in these pieces of trash. The jeans were very farmer, and the white beaters Cash had been given made him want to go into the hood and shoot up some gangsters with a damn doo-rag on. He remembers the first time he ever opened the closet, he took one look and the clothes and threw them all out, refusing to let any of that nasty, trashy, shit touch his body. But once again on the fifth morning, he was awoken with his closet back to the way it was, and a simple note that said ‘You’re welcome.’ On it. This set his adjustment to the ways of the house back about an hour, but after this he rarely threw fits about what he was given. His mother would always remind him that dogs do not bite the hand that feeds them, and that Cash shouldn’t either. He never really knew what this meant until that very day.

After making sure his necklace could be seen and his hair was the way he liked it, he decided that it was now time to brush his teeth. Two years of braces and six thousand dollars later, you got Cash’s semi pearly whites. Sure, they weren’t as bright and shiny as he would have liked, but this is due to all of those black coffee’s he drank when he was in the outside world from starbucks, and still drank now. He knew it was bad for him, but still he never got the thought into his head of stopping. No, because this would mean facing why he was in this mess and changing his ways. He wasn’t going to do that for anyone, not even a damn old ass house or its creepy landlord that kept him hostage.

Finally, after at least a three minute walk on an ugly wooden floor, he made it to the bathroom. He had only gone into this particular bathroom once before, and he had to say it was one of his favorite’s. Downstairs the bathrooms were very quick, just having a sink and a toilet along with a quote unquote ‘high-school’ type shower. But in here, it was a bit more personal. Yes, even though it was still showers and no bath, these were graced with maroon colored curtains to give you a bit of privacy all around. Wooden wall to your left, wooden wall to your right, and then maroon curtain, it was all a very nice setup. The floors were marble, once again giving hint that this house was built in he Victorian era, and the sinks, oh well those were just made to match the floor! Inside the showers there sat shampoo and conditioner, one set for men and one set for women, each color safe. Cash found it especially thoughtful that ‘Me’ went so far as to put at least one dandruff removal conditioner in each little shower nook. He found it almost comical that their kidnapper wanted to make sure they didn’t have dry scalp.

Cash shuffled his feet towards the sink and took a toothbrush out of the bin. Yes, there was a bin at each sink, with at least thirty to forty disposable toothbrushes inside of them. He was just about to stick the toothbrush into his mouth and attack those cavities when the water in the shower behind him turned on. Cash’s eyes soon became wider, and his mouth hung slack. This couldn’t be. No one had walked in while he was here, and he sure as hell had been alone, or so he thought. He glanced into the mirror, and quickly found out it was not a ghost that had made the water come on, but one of his roommates. They had a lilac towel with them, and it was hanging on the sink next to him.

A very devilish smirk crawled across his face as he carefully set the toothbrush down and walked a tiny bit closer to the shower that was making all the noise. If they thought it would be cute to scare the living daylights out of him, well, he was going to do the same. Cash’s smirk didn’t fade when he saw Piper peak out from behind the curtain, in fact, some would have sworn it got even bigger. Why didn’t he knock? Well, that was a nice bitchy question and all, but what the hell did she want him to knock on, the curtain? Oh yes, that seems totally natural. “Well, if it isn’t little Peter Piper and her devilish eyes glaring back at me. I didn’t knock because, this is a rather huge bathroom fit for three, that’s two more people then you sweet-cheeks. And what did you want me to knock on anyways, your curtain? Hell if you wanted me that close to your naked body I could just jump in there with you and make the gesture even less awkward then what you’re suggesting.” Yes, he knew her name, even though he had only seen her a few times. Cash listened to his surroundings very well, and he had been trying to get to know what he had to work with here. Piper was so strange; it was if she walked through the house like she just wasn’t getting it. There had been times when he wanted to draw out a poor map for the girl, as if to say “You are here…This is why…” but he never seemed to have a heart for breaking the deranged spirit she strutted around with. At the mention of the towel, his right eyebrow raised as if he was really thinking about doing her this great service. Once again, Cash Warren weighed his pros and cons. This one really wasn’t a hard case to crack, she made the stupid enough mistake of laying the towel there, and now she had to walk and get it. “Oh, hand you that towel over there?” he asked her with mock concern seeping through his teeth, pointing to where the cotton object lay. “Shucks I would, but then you would never learn would you? When we take showers, we hang the towels over the shower curtain so bad things like this don’t happen.” Ah yes, today was going to be a wonderful trip to the bathroom.

[aurelie rush !]

ACCEPTED !

Amelia Rush, as a member of the student body it is my duty to welcome you to Perth Sporting Academy! I hope you had a good journey over to Australia to take part in your preferred sport of choice; power-kiting. Before you go ahead and partake in your sport there's a few things you need to do first: sign up for classes, tell us who you think you look like and find the little gadget store where you can find a cell phone! Have fun, lots of it. Toodles!