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(ooc: Finally, I was able to get this story done. This will be an introduction of new powers for Chris, as well as my own connection to the winter finale of AoS. I might do another character story, I might not, who knows. For now, read and enjoy.) Prologue A few weeks had passed and after being medically cleared to leave, Chris returned home to get used to a normal life. One morning, after making himself some coffee and about to watch the morning news, there was a knock on his door. Wondering who would come to see him, with the exception of Skye, the young man went over and opened up the door. He was surprised to see who was on the other side. "Steven?" Chris asked, completely surprised to see the man there. "Hey there brother," Steven said, looking at Chris. "I heard about what happened, with you losing your powers and all," he said. "I think I can help you get them back. That is, if you're willing to let me help you." ---------------------------------- Chris was still surprised at his brother's sudden appearance and his offer. They hadn't spoken in quite some time and all of a sudden Steven showed up at his doorstep, offering to help his brother get his powers back. Steven, like Chris, was a mutant. His power was to manipulate energy, though it was only to a small degree. After inviting his brother in, the young man sat down at the table, while Steven got them some water. "What exactly do you mean, you'll help me get my powers back?" Chris asked, once Steven sat down across from him.Steven remained silent for a moment, trying to think of how to explain it. "Well, our family has this technique. It's called, Fullbring. It's something Dad taught me," Steven said, going quiet as he remembered his father. "Something Dad taught you...?" Chris asked, as his brother nodded. "Wait, we have different fathers. Samson Grey is my biological father. Mom had an affair with him and paid him off when she was pregnant with me." Steven only shook his head. "They lied," he said and sighed. "Look, Mom and Dad had a lot of secrets. They told the lies to protect us, but trust me, Benjamin Franklin Steele is your biological father," the older brother told Chris. "I'm not going to tell you all the secrets. You're not ready yet," he said, as if reading his brother's mind. "You'll learn soon, I promise." Chris just looked at Steven, thinking for a moment. "Before I gain this power, do you think you can tell me what it's about, and where exactly we're going to be doing this training at?" He asked, hoping that his brother could at least tell him that. "Fullbring is the technique in which you can pull the soul out of an object, any object, to help you," Steven answered his first question. "When I mean any object, I mean the air, the ground, a chair, a tree, even this water," the older brother explained. "Here, watch," he said, taking the top off the water bottle as it sat on the table. Touching the bottle, the water inside glowed and floated out of the bottle, up, and into Steven's mouth. Chris just sat there, completely surprised. "You can also change the physical appearance of an object that you have a strong connection with," Steven said. "Do you still have that necklace Mom gave you?" He asked. Chris instinctively reached for the necklace, which was a sword with a dragon wrapped around it, which hung from his neck. "Yeah. I never take it off, even when I fight," he answered. "Good. That'll be the key to help you master Fullbring," Steven said. "As for where the training's going to take place, we'll be heading back home, so to speak." Chris raised an eyebrow. "Back home? As in Arizona?" He asked Steven, who nodded. "And how long will this training take place?" "A few months, or however long it'll take you to master it," Steven answered. "Just to let you know, we'll be out in the desert. Also, we really won't have any contact with the outside world while you're training. You do need to focus," he said, leaning back in the chair. "So, if you decide to do this, you might want to tell this girlfriend of yours what's going on," he told his younger brother. Chris sighed, thinking for a moment. "Alright, I'll go. I need to do this," he said. "Just let me give her a call," he said to Steven, who nodded. Taking out his cell phone, he dialed her number. After a few short moments, her machine picked up. Clearing his throat, Chris spoke."Skye, it's me. Something's come up and I have to go away for a while. Don't worry, everything's fine. I think I found a way to protect everyone, protect you, again. It's a long story, and I promise that I'll tell you when I get back. There's one more thing you should know, I won't have any contact with you while I'm away. If this works, then I need to be completely focused on it. I'm sorry. I love you." With those last words, Chris hung up the phone. After getting packed, the two left home for Arizona.----------------------------------Chapter One The plane ride was relatively short, only about 6 hours long. Steven was able to explain that he could move faster, be stronger, through the use of Fullbring. He also explained what his Fullbring was. After arriving in Arizona, the two of them visited their old childhood home in Mesa. It was late, so they stayed there. Steven explained that he had a business out here, buying and selling houses. He was lucky enough to buy their old house when it went up on the market. After having a late dinner, the two went to bed. Early the next morning, the two of them left, heading into the Superstition Mountains. It was ironic that the two were heading into the mountains during the summer. Luckily though at the time (mid-September), the temperatures had started to go down. Still, the brothers had their campsite near water. "So, this is where you're going to be teaching me Fullbring?" Chris asked Steven, who simply nodded. "Okay, how do I go about doing this?" "First, hold the necklace in your hand," Steven answered, watching as his brother took the necklace off and held it in his hand. "Alright, now focus. Listen to the necklace," he said as Chris gave him an odd look. "The necklace represents your past. You said that you had this every time you fought somebody. Use that. Think about your fights, focus on how they made you feel," he told his younger brother. Chris nodded, not sure what else to do. Closing his eyes and gripping the necklace, he thought about all the fights he was in while wearing it. All of the fights came into his mind, all the feeling came through. However, nothing happened.Several hours passed, with nothing happening. Chris was growing frustrated and Steven could tell. "Alright, take a break, get some water," Steven said as Chris let go of the necklace. He knew that it wasn't going to be easy, but he thought that he would've felt something from Chris by now. "When you had your powers before, did you ever feel yourself getting stronger after every fight?" He asked his brother, taking a drink of water. Chris thought for a moment. "Yeah. Every time I fought, it seemed like I was getting stronger," he answered. "Why?" "I think we're going to have to try something new," Steven said, putting down the glass of water, standing up. Once he was up, he weapon, a sword appeared in his hand. Not giving his brother a moment, Steven swung at Chris. "Something new?" Chris asked his brother. However, before he could get an answer, Steven was already attacking him. Jumping back in time, the necklace still in his hand, he looked up at his brother. "What the hell Steven?" He asked, bewildered. Steven didn't answer, and swung again, with Chris dodging once more. "You want to stop me, then show me your Fullbring and defend yourself with it. Feel the necklace's soul," Steven said as he continued to attack. "If you can't do that, then it's pointless and I'll cut you down so you won't be a shame to mom and dad," the older brother said. "Hey, leave our parents out of this!" Chris exclaimed, dodging his brother's attacks. He had a feeling of what Steven was doing, and could tell at the moment, that Steven wasn't going to kill him. However, injure was another thing. It seemed though, that he could dodge him, but just barely. "Come on Chris, show me what you got," Steven said, as he continued to attack. It seemed that Chris was beginning to master the speed aspect of Fullbring. However, as long as he didn't change the necklace, he was still an amateur. Several hours passed and Steven continued to attack with Chris evading. The older brother knew that it was going to take longer than a day in order to manifest the Fullbring. However, he could tell that Chris was a fast learner, and that something was different about him. He knew that this part was getting them nowhere, and would have to up the stakes. "This isn't working," Steven said. "I'm sorry, but it's over. I'm going to kill you, then go after your girlfriend and all the people that you care about," he said as Chris's eyes widened. "After all, if you can't protect them, then who will? Now, goodbye brother!" Steven exclaimed, swinging his weapon once more. Hearing that Steven would kill him, Skye, and all of his friends because he was too weak, made Chris's eyes widen. It wasn't true. He had to do something to stop his brother, to protect the people he cared about. If he couldn't manifest his Fullbring, then he would find another way. He will stop his brother. "No, I won't let you kill them!" He yelled as blue energy surrounded his body and the necklace. Raising his hands up, the necklace suddenly transformed into a dait� (Japanese long sword), with the hilt and the guard the same as the necklace itself. It was then that Steven's weapon came into contact with his, and a small crater formed underneath their feet. Seeing his brother finally manifest his Fullbring, Steven jumped back and smiled. "Good job Chris, you did it," he said as Chris looked up in surprise. Making his weapon disappear, he looked at his brother. "I'm surprised we got that to manifest as quickly as it did. I thought it would have taken at least a week to do so. Mine took almost a month to manifest," he said as Chris started to calm down. Chris was surprised that the necklace turned into a sword as Steven's weapon clashed with his. Listening to his brother, the young man would only look over his new weapon. "How do I change it back?" He asked. "Just focus on it being the necklace," Steven answered as Chris focused for a few moments before it changed back. "As for it turning into the sword, focus on the feeling that you had when you first brought it out. Don't worry about it taking a while, you're not used to it yet. Once you get some more practice, it'll become easier," he told his brother. "Let's call it a night and we'll pick up tomorrow," he said as Chris nodded in agreement. ---------------------------------- Chapter Two A couple of months had passed and it was now towards the end of November. Chris had almost seemed to mastered Fullbring. The only thing left was the speed and strength part of it. The two brothers were sparring, each using their own Fullbring, now fully manifested. Steven had sent a sweeping kick towards his brother, with a green glow behind it. Luckily, Chris was able to dodge it with quite a bit of easy. Steven could tell that Chris was almost ready, he had seen his brother grow stronger each day. One big part of that was a bit of the Superstition Mountains had been blown away, not much, but it was still noticeable. After a bit, they took a break. While they were resting and talking, the two brothers didn't notice the Hydra agents surrounding them. However, when they stepped on a twig, which snapped, the two of them looked up. "Christopher and Steven Steele. Come with us and we won't have to kill you," one of the men ordered. "Really? How the hell did you guys find us?" Chris asked the men. "Actually, more important question. What the hell do you Hydra guys want with me now?" "You've dealt with them before?" Steven asked, glancing over at Chris. "Yeah. They're pretty fucking annoying if you tell me," Chris answered, eyeing up the men. "So, what do you guys want?""You're needed. According to Whitehall, the Diviner has chosen you and you're needed to unlock its secrets for him," the man answered.Chris sighed. "Yeah, we'll pass," he told them. "Now, how about you guys get out of here before we send you packing," the young man said. "Sorry, but I have my orders," the man said and ordered his men after them. That was the last thing the man said, as Chris and Steven started to take them out. As they did, Chris seemed to move a bit faster, as evident by the green glow around his feet. The green glow also occurred around his hands as he punched, sending the men that came into contact with his flying back. Soon, all of the Hydra agents were on the ground, and the two brothers were on the move, as their current basecamp had been compromised. Once they set up their new basecamp, Chris spoke. "I hope this training isn't going to take much longer. If those Hydra agents found us once, they'll do it again," he told Steven. "Don't worry, it's almost done. We have a week, tops," Steven answered. "I promise. Now, let's finish up," he said as the two of them started training once more. ---------------------------------- Epilogue It was mid-December and the two brothers were now done. Chris had now mastered Fullbring, and the two of them headed back towards Mesa, Arizona. On their way out of the desert, a Quinjet began to descend and land in front of them. The two of them were tense. "This isn't Hydra again, is it?" Steven asked his brother. "No, I don't think so," Chris answered. "If it was, then they probably would have shot at us first," he told Steven as the hanger opened up. "Gentlemen, I'm Agent Koenig with S.H.I.E.L.D.," a man said, stepping out from the hanger. "If you don't mind me saying, you two are hard to find," Koenig said. Hearing that Koenig was with S.H.I.E.L.D., Chris relaxed. "Don't worry Steven. Their friends," he told his brother. "So Agent Koenig, what does S.H.I.E.L.D. want with us now?" "There's been an incident in Puerto Rico. Something's happened to Skye," Koenig answered. "Director Coulson wanted me to bring you in," he said, speaking directly to Chris. Chris had met Coulson before. First when Coulson was an agent, then when he became the director of the new S.H.I.E.L.D. He knew that Coulson had doubts when he started dating Skye. However, if something happened, then Coulson would have to bring him in, per Skye's wishes. "What happened?" Chris asked. "I'll let Director Coulson fill you in," Koenig answered. Chris turned to his brother. "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine," Steven said. "Go take care of your girl," he said with a smile. Chris nodded and went into the Quinjet, before it took off, heading back to the new S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, The Playground. ---------------------------------- After arriving at the Playground, Chris was taken to Coulson and they talked, with Coulson filling him in on what had happened. They were still running tests on her, but they sent her home. Of course, they were keeping an eye on her. "So she's okay? She just has these powers now?" Chris asked Coulson who nodded. "It seemed that the Diviner gave her these powers," Coulson added. "It was lucky that Hydra wasn't able to capture you or your brother. Who knows what it (the Diviner) could have done if it touched you," he said. "Yeah, I guess you can say that," Chris said, relieved that Skye was alright. He was more focused on her than anything else. It seemed that Coulson was reading his mind. "Go home and be with her. She needs you now, more than anything else. It seems like you need to be with her as well," the director said. "Just keep an eye on her. If she can't control her powers, then we'll have to bring her in," he told Chris, who nodded. Standing up, Chris headed towards the door, but stopped. "So about your powers. Are you any closer on getting them back?" Coulson asked the young man."I'm working on it," Chris said, giving Coulson a small smile, before leaving the office and heading back home, to Skye.

Every city had a reputation.  Las Vegas was known as the city for gamblers and drunks, and the occasional weirdo.  New York, of course, was infamous for being what many thought of as the crime center of the world.  Whether the reputation was true or not, or even undeserved, some reputations were irreparable.  And some cities enjoyed glowing recommendations.  Paris was one such city.  Known affectionately as the city of love, many equated Paris with instant amour, instant satisfaction.  And for some, it was an escape from the mundane, and one of the most sought after vacation spots.  Some hid in Hawaii or the Bahamas.  Whitney Collins, the youngest president of Coach Company since its creation, preferred Paris to a crowded island any day.  Of course, one had to ignore the fact that she was from a crowded island.What many didn't know was that it was also her birth place.  She often fibbed and claimed that she was from Manhattan. And in some ways, she was. She was raised there, and had lived there since right before her third birthday.  But Paris was her true home, regardless of what the internet and tabloids believed.  So, in desperate need of a getaway from her stressful life, Whitney had allowed her vice president to take over temporarily, packed her bags, and left New York for her family's chateau in the heart of Paris.  Her pregnancy was nearing its end, and the stress of work, her technical husband's stalking, and more work had driven the beautiful blonde across the Atlantic Ocean.This was her favorite place in the world.  Immediately upon leaving the plane, and arriving at the chateau, Whitney was assaulted with the cacophony of Parisian sounds and the scent of freshly baked bread.  It was a welcome departure from the honking horns and distinctive smog cloud that hovered over Manhattan.  Whitney fell asleep soon after arriving at the chateau, her puppy curled up beside her.  Antoinette, the family's housekeeper, lived at the chateau year-round, keeping it photo-ready and in mint condition.  Whitney slept through much of the following day, but by the night time, she was more than ready for some excitement. She kissed Cocoa goodbye and walked to her favorite cafe.  The owner quickly embraced her, and eventually led her to her usual table.  Whitney had just started to enjoy her salad when someone cleared their throat beside her.Whitney looked up, startled.  There, staring back at her, was someone she thought she would never see again.  From the perfectly silky hair to the ever-perfect body, Whitney instantly recognized the other woman as someone she had only ever seen on her family's vacations to the infamous city.  What were the odds of seeing her again, here, in this moment? For the next several hours, the two women played the catch-up game. After dinner, they walked together along the boardwalk, falling into perfect step like old times. After midnight, and upon reaching the chateau, Whitney invited her to spend the night.  If she was going to return to the place of her birth, she might as well enjoy it with someone she had known since day one.

Back in June when my friend who did Kim Possible passed in rl I incorporated a lot of her storyline into mine. One thing she had made mention of was how a lot not all of the Super Hero rpers can be quite the difficult crowd thinking someone repping a Disney show can't do anything. Well being Kim's Sidekick before taking over as hero. Don't Dis the super genius crime fighter...he can do anything. ;)

In my mind, I'm always thinking. I'm going through different scenario's and outcomes. It's one of the reasons why I'm so quiet at times. Some say I'm fighting with myself internally... going through motions and steps that a lot of people never consider.Yeah, I know, I used to be the open mouth, insert foot type of guy but I guess the old saying is true. People change, even if the outcomes eventually stay the same. Then again, I figure what's the use of fighting for something and losing if you don't at least try for a desirable outcome.Hell, what would the world be like if everyone gave up on a dream? What if I said I won't give up on my dreams even when all the circumstances say, you'll never make it? What would the world be like if we all gave up and fell in line to be like everyone else?The answer is a simple one for me. We would lose our individuality. We would lose what makes us unique. We would turn into lost souls without vision for the future. We would all be the same.When that happens, we would never find our way back. We would lose everything. Our freedom to have a voice. Our motivation to be something we never thought we could be. Our ability to succeed. Our love for life and imagination to climb to new elevations of self worth.So with that said, I am not intimidated. I am willing to bring back a unique perspective of expression and imagination. I am not afraid to step out of the shadows again. I am ready to be me again.I realize some of the things I didn't achieve that I wanted to achieve. I learned from my mistakes and I learned from other people's mistakes. I've learned that I can't change the past and I'll probable stumble in the future. But, I've also learned that I'll never reach my full potential unless I try again. It's time.I am tired of being silent. I am tired of feeling lost in a sea of change. I will stand up again.I must.I can.I will.As long as I breathe, my story will continue.....because it has to.

Good Day.   I will not accept Emma Watson's or other Hermione's as friends, even if you also use another face as well. I do not write out the twin/doppleganger thing. I see no point in allowing those players on my page.   I roleplay as Hermione Jean Weasley (nee Granger). I am not Emma Watson and I am not an acquaintance of hers. She is the face I use as this fictional character from the novels by JK. Rowliing.  I have roleplayed as Hermione since 2005. I read all the novels and saw every film. I am also a member of Pottermore therefore I know Hermione rather well.   I do not accept brothers or sisters as Hermione was an only child. No cousins or lost lost relatives please.  I do not accept twins or mirrors.  Harry Potter is my best friend. Ronald Weasley is my husband. This will only alter in an AU story I choose to write if I choose to write it.  I dated Viktor Krum but it was short lived.   I roleplay after the Battle of Hogwarts or other historical eras. I do not regurgitate trio era stories. I will not roleplay Hermione as a child and I will not roleplay her in any Alternative Universe unless its one of my own creation. The only alternative ending I will write is that Hermione is with a Harry because I believe its what should have happened however I will only write this scenario with a Harry I deem worthy.  I am part of a league of Potter players. I have no need to join any rpg you may own.   Take heed, I do not-- DO NOT take kindly to people, who destroy JK Rowlings beloved characters by making them highly sexualized and or violent in nature. All of a sudden Hermione is not a serial killer and Harry is not a rapist you sick demented piece of garbage. These characters are part of a beautiful series of CHILDREN'S books Whoever decides to destroy that, I will resign myself to abolishing you from my page as I think you are.... as Petunia Dursley would say " A FREAK."  There is a line between complete trash writing for the sake of trash writing and utilizing one's imagination to give more depth to a character. Know the difference.  I do not roleplay with Twilight, Teen Wolf or Vampire Diaries players ever. So I do not add them.  I have children in the canon world of HP - do not make up relatives in order to play with me. I won't accept that nonsense.  I do write original open roles at times, care to rp one, ask me.  I am a well established LITERATE Novella player. Write accordingly or simple point out that it may not be as long as mine but you will try your best to be at least multi-para.  I am an adult  I just love the Potter World. I have played in the realm since MySpace days.  I am here when I am here, Deal with it in your own way. If you cannot wait because you have no life then delete me. I have a life. Replies come in my time frame, not yours.  I loathe negative people. If your life is in such shambles then get up off your duff & change it. Being on roleplayer.me complaining to everyone is not going to change your reality in any way. Be positive. Get motivated and make a change. I do not want to hear your turmoils, crisis or pessimistic outlook on life. I am upbeat and expect to have upbeat, positive, creative, imaginative people on my page. If you ignore me continually I will say something to you whether you want to hear it or not. As my friend I do not sideline you and I expect the same courtesy in return or the friendship can crumble for all I care. Friendship is a two way street. Remember that always when dealing with me. I will not continually do for you when you do nothing in return.  I will reveal no pertinent real life information, so do not ask me. You may not kill my character. You may not rape my character. You cannot use auto-modding or god-modding with me in play. You may not dictate what I say or do or write in a roleplay.      Example: You are some character in Neverland and say to me in the roleplay that all the creatures in Neverland hate you and outsiders. I enter Neverland but it is my perspective that maybe the creatures are just aloof with Hermione or maybe they are unsure of her. Or maybe she is oblivious to their take on her. You MAY NEVER EVER dictate to me what MY PERSPECTIVE is on the surrounding world!!!! Do not steal from me. You request me, say hello for heavens sake and begin a discussion on a story in messages please. Silence will get you nowhere with me fast. Discussions are to be in messages whereas Roleplay is to be in streams or comments only. Over sexualized players who stream their fetishes and sexual escapades in streams will be removed. No Erotica No BDSM No 50 Shades of Smut. You want to be a homosexual Draco, fine by me just be a damn good homosexual Draco or I won't play with you. I will pick my main connections based on the following: activity, writing skills, eloquent behavior, and compatibility with me as a writer. If you become a main, I look upon you as one of my biggest priorities whilst online. Do not sign these rules, then get your panties in a wad because I have others players & stories & real life to tend to, be upfront, do not be a git & just delete me because of your lack of patience or apparent petty jealousy of others I tend to before you. Do not make a page to speak to me then delete it superfast after wards - you look like a thief and a  complete dilbert. I am rather smart and observant you silly little bear. My layout was made by the site known as Vicarious. I make my own images.You must sign my rules or I will refuse to play with you & subsequently delete your rude carcass. Yes that is right even if play commences and you still refuse to sign rules, I reserve the right to renege my story at anytime without warning. Wonder why I am slow in response? This is probably it!*Do not take something from my blogs, stories & posts to make it a page, only to come at me and request my friendship. It will not happen, it does not appease me, it only annoys me and makes me not want to know anything about you, create something yourself please & I will more likely befriend you*To be clear, I play Hermione with several different Harry's or several different Ronald's and so forth. I want everyone to understand this, if I have a main depicted on my page, that means I find this particular player engrossing enough and worthy enough to become my main whoever.. I will play with more than one of each character, however each story I have will completely differ from the others.   -Example: If I rp a love with one Harry, I will not rp a love with a different Harry. If I rp hatred with one Draco I will rp love with another Draco. I do not like to use the same story-lines with every character. I switch it up a great deal and I do this so I won't get bored, uninspired or feel completely tied down to one particular individual. *Rape and Incest have no place in my writing world nor does horrific violence against innocents like children or mentally unstable people, if you feel the absolutely need to write this to me, I will delete you with no warning. I do NOT find it entertaining in the least. If you do, this is not the place for you for I have not even an inkling of tolerance for it.   -In reality I strive to help those who had suffered these occurrences within their real lives, I think if you actually lived through any of these circumstances---you would not so easily make a mockery of it and/or continue to glorify it.*Do not ask me to make a Discord for chatting purposes, its distracting and a time waster to me. If you cannot message me for story line discussions then we can pass on writing with one another all together.There are also specific characters that I do not wish to write with so they will not be added.  This pertains to any face claims I cannot stand as well. For clarification purposes, I do not post little novelettes in bulletins. Likely I will showcase one sample. It is NOT a drabble I repeat NOT a drabble. Its a sample PERIOD. Drabbles should be less than 100 words by definition, if they are not then it is not a drabble! The whole notion behind a drabble is to see if you as a writer can condense your writing but still convey meaning.I send introductory comments as I can, if this displeases you I would not know this especially when you entire profile and blog is BLANK. I do not want to be bitched at over it, either respond or do not respond. Failure to respond in a reasonable amount of time will result in your dismissal from my page. If I am courteous to you and your rules, do the same for me. This I cannot see your blogs is total rubbish and its not in my character to sign rules is also garbage! You as a WRITER should be courteous enough to a fellow writer. Its also called being a HUMAN BEING! If you tell me you signed rules and did not and we start a rp and I realize it. I reserve the right to remove you at any time. No questions asked.I will never ship Hermione and Draco or Hermione and Snape, those are just too off the wall for me.  I do things out of kindness. I sign rules and make nice HP edits for people. I do this to be friendly and courteous, that is all. Do not read into it.Hermione does have a main love interest that has been in play for an extensive time. Trent is a main connection and that probably will never change. Do not be petty and jealous about it. It is tiresome. He isn't going anywhere, anytime soon. It does not mean that I cannot write with your character. So CHILL.Do not attack my friends. Most likely you will regret it.As it is I have never come across any Weasley -Ron, Hugo, Rose, Molly or Ginny that has written well or been worth my time. If it does not change soon, I may be forced to write the family (Rone, Rose & Hugo specifically) out of my story. This does not mean I do not know canon HP, it means I am sick of having no luck with these characters and to make inspiration flow properly I may need to rid myself of them. It may happen, it may not but know I am not an idiot.Thanks,      Hermione Jean

*Literacy is a big thing with me. The occasional accident is fine, as we are all just human and can't be perfect. However, make it a habit and you're on your way to being deleted.*I prefer para. Don't count on me ever replying to a one-liner unless I am in an amazing mood. If you can keep me entertained with a multi-para, you are on your way to becoming one of my favorite people.  *Do NOT God-mode my character. A very good friend of mine OOC wrote the series he appears in and I know for a fact you haven't read it, so do not ever pretend to know Jakob more than I do.*Do NOT tell me what my character can and can't do, or what he will or won't do. Like I said, you don't have the knowledge to back up anything you try.*I like to RP in the third person. I don't like seeing - or * to clarify actions. I RP as if I'm writing a book. (If we're just getting to know each other, I'll RP first person, but once we're past the greetings and such, I will change it. If you don't go along, I will stop talking to you.)* Jakob and I are not the same person, so don't get mad at me for something Jake says or does  (yes, I am aware I control him, but I play him as he was created).* I do prefer to RP through messages, as it is easier for me, but I'll cooperate if you RP through comments. I don't keep all the comments people send me, only the ones I like. However, if it takes more than a day for me to reply to your comment (and I haven't told you my reply will be delayed) it is likely I didn't hit "send comment" the second time, so remind me and I'll get back to you. But if you're an ass about it, consider our RP over.*I don't deal with idiots. Incest, rape, abuse. If you put up with any of those through your character, I will delete you as a friend. Got it? Yes, Jakob comes from a dark background, but that was not in an RP, that's in the books themselves.*I don't care if our opinions differ on numerous things RL, if you start arguing with me and trying to make me change my mind, I will delete you.*I don't add just to have a high number of friends. Either talk to me or get deleted*If your character can turn into an animal, well that's awesome for you. But do NOT become an animal for any more than ONE reply to me. If your character is still in animal form by the second reply, and doesn't have the ability to talk, I will let you know that  you don't know how to RP properly and that I will be deleting you. Even if they can talk, there better be a damn good reason as to why they're still an animal.*If you are RPing as a character from a TV show, book, or movie and I see that you have completely changed their character (turned them bi, lesbian, or gay) I will not  RP with you; you have to be pretty damn special for me to actually do so. For example. if you are a Twilight RPer and have changed who they are dating (aka instead of Alice with Jasper, she's now with Emmett or someone and so on), I will also not RP with you.* If you see these lovely marks //, that means I am talking OOC. So, when you don't see them, that means it's Jakob talking. Please don't be that person who thinks creator and character are one in the same and get pissy RL over something Jake did.*The name is Jakob. Not Jacob and not Jake unless you are one of his best friends. But how about you wait for me to tell you that you are before just assuming the two characters are close.*I do work RL from 5am-1pm, Arizona time (look it up if you want to know our time difference). I don't reply while at work. I may open messages and read them so I can think through how I'd like to respond when I get home, but you will not get a reply until after 1pm (or, if I have enough time before work, you might get one before 5am). *I can not be here ALL the time, so just be patient with me and I will return the favor when you need it.Please sign below with the following:*The year you started RPing*Favorite band*Any place in the world you would like to visit*A picture or gif (or, if you're mobile and/or have a temperamental computer, please tell me your favorite Harry Potter spell)*subject to change without notice*

I DISLIKE PUSHY PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Christmas was only a couple of weeks away.  Busy shoppers swarmed the streets, frantically searching for the perfect gift for everyone they knew.  The radio and television played nothing but holiday jingles, and parents fought with schools over politically correct newsletters. It was the Christmas season, but how dare they refer to it as anything but the holidays? That offended them, after all.  For some people, Christmas was a time to relax, to snuggle up by the fire with a steaming mug of cocoa in one hand and a peppermint stir-stick in the other.  For others, it was time to do all of that, but with their work laptop in their laps.  Thus was the case for Whitney Collins, who had seriously debated buying a bed for her office. The blonde sat in her favorite arm chair, legs swung over the cushy arm, eyes focused on the scene outside her enormous window. Her office section of the apartment was deliberately situated in a way that allowed her to stare out the window for hours on end.  The sight usually included bustling shoppers and the occasional parallel parking disaster.  But this morning was greeted with something new. The lush snow outside had fallen for two straight days, blanketing the city in a flurry of snowflakes and blinding whiteness.  It was, in a word, beautiful.  But Whitney was distracted from her adoration by a sudden yip at her feet. Her puppy, Cocoa, jumped into her lap, tail wagging, ears pricked. "What's the matter, princess?" Whitney cooed.  Then she remembered.  Cocoa hadn't had her treat yet.As if sensing her thoughts, the puppy glanced towards the cookies and milk on the table beside the chair.  Whitney giggled. "Well, who wants a yucky biscuit when you can have a chocolate cookie?" she asked, breaking a cookie into tiny pieces and holding one to her puppy's lips. She slid another piece into her own mouth, allowing the chocolate to dissolve on her tongue. Cocoa finished her piece quickly, panting heavily and begging for another. "Okay, one more, Piglet," Whitney allowed, offering her one more piece.  She scratched the puppy between her ears, smiling. "Maybe Santa Claus will bring you some new treats, honey. I agree. Those biscuits from that new puppy store look quite disgusting."They were interrupted by a buzz from her callbox.  Whitney gently set Cocoa on the floor, petting her for a moment before closing her laptop and responding to the call with instructions for the visitor to be allowed up. Pausing to inspect her reflection in the closest mirror, Whitney adjusted her black sweater dress and matching thigh-high boots, pulling her long blonde curls over each shoulder. She knew she was hot; it wasn't arrogance if it was true.  A knock on the door made her jump. Whitney walked over to it, glancing up at the mistletoe hung above the door frame. A wry smile tugged at her lips. She had put it there as a joke with herself, but maybe she would actually enjoy a kiss under there. When she saw the handsome man on the other side of her door, her guest for the night, Whitney decided that maybe was out of the question. She would get more than a kiss under that mistletoe. 

STARTERS:RIDDLE ME THISREPLIES:WIND UP BARDTIRELESSMONAH DOVAH

(ooc: I wish to first off thank, ☢Doc ℬanner☢, ✗betty, and ℬerserker ℛage� (who was roleplaying Viper at the time), for the inspiration to set things in motion for me. I'm referring to the wedding between Bruce and Betty when Hydra attacked. Second, this is the first short story for my character, which will propel my own character arc, and won't affect any roleplays. However, if you wish to incorporate it into our roleplays, then let me know and we'll do so. I will be doing a few short stories for this, but I still don't mind roleplaying with you all. Anyway, if you have any questions, comments, shoot me a message. Enjoy.)PowerlessHydra, finally having the forces, finally attacked. Even though they were thwarted by Captain America and Black Widow, they wanted to take out the Avengers once and for all. Outside of New York City was the battleground and it seemed like the odds weren't in the Avengers' favor. However, they didn't give up, they kept fighting. Fighting alongside the Avengers was the newly rebuilt S.H.I.E.L.D. with Phil Coulson as the Director. A brown haired, brown eyed young man was fighting alongside them as well. The young man was targeted by Hydra as he had the potential power to take them down, and they wanted to eliminate him as soon as possible. His name, Christopher Douglas Steele.One of Hydra's leaders was Shingen Harada II, also known as the current Silver Samurai. Shingen, or Shin, as he preferred to be called, was tasked to kill Chris Steele. He and Chris had fought several times, with Chris always defeating him and calling him a "wannabe samurai". This irritated Shin and he vowed to kill Chris once and for all. The two were currently locked in battle as Hydra's forces surrounded the other Avengers, their swords clashing, blocking and attacking. It seemed that they're evenly matched, but Shin had other plans."Is that the best you have Shin?" Chris asked as their swords clashed once more. "Because if it is, you're just a wannabe samurai. Your father would be ashamed of you," he said, mocking the illegitimate son of the original Silver Samurai, Kenuichio Harada."Shut up! I will kill you!" Shin yelled, frustrated that he was losing."Then do it," Chris said, not knowing that Shin was actually going to do it.In a split second, a second energy sword appeared from the Silver Samurai armor, and pierced Chris's gut. Shin had did it, pulled a near-fatal blow against the young man. Suddenly coughing up blood, Chris stumbled back, letting go of his own sword and falling down onto the ground. Normally he would have healed, but the energy sword was still in him, preventing him from healing. Coughing up blood still, he looked up, seeing Shin standing over his body, his own sword in his enemy's hand. "And now you'll die by your own sword. Goodbye!" Shin exclaimed as the last thing he remembered before his eyes closed.(Flashback)After finally dealing with his inner demon, or his inner hollow, Chris's power greatly increased. However, he still faced opponents who were stronger than him. After being nearly killed several times, he decided to meditate, in hopes to find his own strength."So Chris, we're finally speaking. You seem to be using my power quite a bit. Does that mean you're not powerful on your own, that you need my power just to win against your enemies?" A voice echoed from Chris's subconscious."I don't need your power, hollow. I can become stronger on my own, without your help," Chris growled, having a feeling that his hollow was right, that he needed his power to become stronger. He needed the power to protect the people that he cares for and loves."Yeah right," the voice echoed with a small laugh. "You need my power. Tell you what, let's make a deal. All you have to do is get rid of your other powers and only accept mine. You also have to accept death," the voice said to Chris. "So, is it a deal?"(End Flashback)Strength. He didn't have it then and he didn't have it now. He needed it now more than ever. If he didn't have it, then he would die, and so would his friends, his family, the people that he cared about. He thought about Skye, his new girlfriend. He needed strength in order to protect her, to protect them all."So Chris, do we have a deal then?" The voice echoed from Chris's subconscious. "Remember, if you do this, you'll be willing to give up all of your other powers and only accept mine. You'll also accept death," the voice told him.He had no other choice. If it meant saving the people he cared about, then he was going to do it. "Deal."The voice seemed to give the sound of a smirk. "A deal's a deal. Here's my power!" The voice exclaimed.Just then, a bright light surrounded Chris's body and energy seemed to explode from him, knocking Shin, and several other Hydra soldiers back.----------------------------------After a few moments, the light began to fade and Chris stood there, apparently alive and well. However, instead of wearing his normal clothes, he was wearing a tattered, white Shihakushō (Garment of Dead Souls), and a black undergarment underneath. In addition to his new attire, Chris's left hand was engulfed with green energy of sorts (either mystical or cosmic), that took the form of blade extruding from the hand. With Shin and the Hydra agents temporarily knocked unconscious, the young man turned and disappeared.(Color scheme slightly changed, with white and black being the prominent colors.)Moving at high speeds, almost as fast as the mutant, Quicksilver, Chris appeared before Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, who were trying to fight off Hydra soldiers. Without a word, he swung his left arm, sending out an energy wave, knocking out the soldiers. The two Avengers were confused at what just happened. Before they could say anything, he took off once more.Reappearing next to Thor, the two of them attacked simultaneously, with Chris's energy wave and Thor shooting the soldiers with his lightning. Once they were done, Thor turned to young man. "I do not know what has happened to you, Christopher Steele, but you have my thanks," the God of Thunder said. Chris just nodded before taking off once more.Reappearing up in the air this time, near where Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, was busy attempting to take out Hydra aircraft, Chris let out another energy wave from his left hand, destroying many, but not all of the aircraft, as Tony was finishing them off. "Don't know what's going on, but thanks kid," the billionaire said through his armor. Tony wasn't one for saying thanks a whole lot, but the young man didn't mind this time. Giving Tony a silent nod, he disappeared once more.It didn't take him long to reach Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. The man out of time was doing well against Hydra, as he had fought them before. However, it seemed that Cap was about to ambushed from behind. Luckily, the young man arrived just in time, slicing them with his energy blade. Steve was surprised to see Chris like this, but was grateful that he had been saved. "Thanks Chris," Steve said, before the young man took off to help out the Hulk.Luckily for Chris, the Hulk, or in his human form, Dr. Robert "Bruce" Banner, was handling the Hydra soldiers with ease. By the time the young man arrived, most of the soldiers that were attacking, were either knocked out or had taken off due to their fear. He was about to leave and take on Hydra's leader, when the Hulk, still enraged, threw a punch at him. Reaching up with his right hand, Chris simply caught it and held onto the Hulk until he calmed down enough not to take another swing at him.Once the Hulk had calmed down enough, Chris let go of his hand. "Hulk thank Steele Man," the Hulk said as the other Avengers gathered around."Hydra's retreating, for now," Tony said, landing his armor on the ground next to Hulk. "If you hadn't helped out back there, then things would've gone badly. Is there anything we can do to repay you?" Tony asked, looking at Chris.Hearing that the threat was now gone, and he had saved his friends, Chris was relieved. When Tony asked if they was anything they could do for him, he nodded his head. "Yeah, you can save me," the young man said, as he suddenly fell forward, unconscious. His clothes and the energy had dissipated from his body. Hulk quickly grabbed his body. The Avengers were surprised and confused at what had happened. For now, it looks like it was their turn to save him.----------------------------------EpilogueIt had been a few days since the attack on the Avengers. S.H.I.E.L.D. had slipped back into the shadows for the time being, after observing everything that had happened. Chris on the other hand, was in a hospital room in Stark Tower. He was alive, but in a coma. Both Bruce and Tony had been working around the clock on trying to figure out what exactly had happened to him. After not getting anywhere, they called in Dr. Hank McCoy, an authoritative figure on the X-Gene, and an X-Men himself, as Chris was a mutant, Dr. McCoy was the best person to figure out this mystery."I'm not entirely sure how to explain it," Dr. McCoy said, as he, Tony, and Bruce were in Chris's room. "It seems that his X-Gene has been altered, almost being destroyed," the blue furred beast said, examining the scans through his glasses."Does that mean his powers are gone?" Bruce asked curiously, examining the scans as well."Yes. It seems that they're gone for good," Dr. McCoy answered. "Unfortunately, I don't believe there's a way to reverse the process either," he told the two."Yeah, I figured I was going to lose my powers," Chris said as he slowly sat up in bed. "After all, I did make a deal with the devil so to speak," the young man said as the others listened to him speak. "It was the price I had to pay in order to protect my friends," he said, looking down for a moment."Don't worry Chris, we'll help you get through this," Bruce said, placing a reassuring hand on the young man's shoulder."Thanks Bruce, but I'm going to have to get used to being normal," Chris said, looking up at the three of them. Normal.----------------------------------A few weeks had passed and after being medically cleared to leave, Chris returned home to get used to a normal life. One morning, after making himself some coffee and about to watch the morning news, there was a knock on his door. Wondering who would come to see him, with the exception of Skye, the young man went over and opened up the door. He was surprised to see who was on the other side. "Steven?" Chris asked, completely surprised to see the man there."Hey there brother," Steven said, looking at Chris. "I heard about what happened, with you losing your powers and all," he said. "I think I can help you get them back. That is, if you're willing to let me help you."

The holiday season had arrived.  People everywhere were bombarded with holiday music, special sales, and annoying advertisements in all forms.  For Whitney Collins, the holidays were incredibly busy. Her workload had doubled, in and out of the office.  The company was working on a special line of holiday clothing and handbags, but Whitney, feeling especially prickly, was unsatisfied, no matter how many designs crossed her desk.  Today was no different.  The blonde examined the sketchbook in front of her, flipping through it silently.  Finally, she handed it to her assistant with a shake of her head.  "The coat on page three is the only suitable option. I don't much care for the fur-lined collar, and the color needs to be tweaked to better suit a Winter theme.  I suggest a frosty blue. Please deliver my comments to the designers. Then, you may go home. Thank you."Once she was alone, Whitney sighed, clicking her pen closed and standing up from her desk. She walked over to the window, peering down at the street below. The people looked like bustling ants, already rushing around for the festivities.  Then again, it was three days before Christmas. The procrastinators flooded every store in search of the best deals, the cheapest gifts.  Whitney would be spending the holidays as she always did: with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, her puppy on her lap, watching the Christmas parade on television.  At least, that was what she had decided, up until a few weeks before.  Now, she had chosen to throw a party, with her closest friends and their families in attendance.  Nothing spelled happy holidays like a party that cost a few hundred thousand dollars.Whitney turned away from the window, drawing the blinds.  An hour later, she left the office, returning to her apartment.  Cocoa greeted her at the door with an excited yip.  Whitney scratched her behind the ears.  "Look what Mommy got for you," the blonde murmured, retrieving a giant bone from her purse. It was twice the size of the puppy, and would take her days to finish. Cocoa's eyes widened, and she wagged her tail excitedly.  Somehow, she managed to drag it a few feet, and laid in front of the fireplace, gnawing away happily. Whitney smiled.  At least someone was enjoying themselves.  She poured herself a cup of iced tea, and walked into the bathroom. Drawing the bath water to the hottest temperature she could stand, Whitney stripped, folding her clothes neatly. As she placed them in a dry cleaning basket, the blonde's gaze fell upon her reflection. Her slightly swollen stomach stared back at her, reminding her that she was not alone this year.  Whitney sighed softly, slipping into the water.The next couple of days flew by in a flurry of designing and marketing.  By the time Christmas Eve arrived, Whitney was beyond excited for her party.  She dressed in a scarlet and gold gown, allowing her hair to fall naturally around her shoulders.  By the time she was dressed and finished rushing around to adjust the final refreshments and prepare every last minute detail, Whitney was ready to begin.  By eight that night, her apartment was flooded with guests.  Whitney smiled. This year would be different.  This year, her holidays were going to be about something other than work. And as her gaze caught the eye of a handsome stranger across the room, she had a feeling she knew where her new beginning would start. The holidays had begun.

42. Olympus Displays Roars. In another order this place were Gods Ruled on each Era and their system design of believe, The Empress Nightwolfe Goddess of the Occult signified to us in Olympus the presentation of the Future while rituals was perform in the forest just bellow as in the above. The gate of Heaven had open, the guards by which the entrance was obtained into this ethereal life, have Herald the music of such profetic waters come, from the sisterhood of Androia, the River Styx? I was not there really as she appeared to see the Gods and asked the God of Gods with all her enraging sorrows. Before the expectative view of all the present my seating inside the Garden of Venus continued and then the way which leads my hand this brushing hair out there from one side of my neck onto the other, for that into that which is beyond my hands, is the secret known to the High Priestess too have patience and moderation to procure the beauty out the beasts of this world.-"It is a matter of time, Clio."  It was communicated by her to the elect of the muses. As I have continued to temperate my head by the falling hand who entangles down my thoughts and silence science reflections to Zeus, Jupiter and any man or woman who got that hight. Most old attributions of the Gods its an identification with the Word, Divine Nature, the Triad, and so forth, calling for New Gods, or to keep up the fight for the strongest to not be forgotten, find balance but more and more the atraction to unite extreams, such polarities tend to reject each other and betrayed them selfs from all the corners of Olympus. _"And during this time, Clio our Muse of History you who records the marks of those passing pages, to that stops and changes, for wahtsoever is important to remember, to that every one seaks fame, immortal actions to be glorified, go to the Hall of Gods and hold the Lions by their heart and Inspired them to roar for Jupiter who nears his way. If Zeus does not come first. Who cares? now days all Kings tend to speak at the same time with out making the sounds of a God who Rules Justly for all have already them space and glory." This Garden of Venus and friends fertilized fruits and animals from all tropics, creating a new fragant cup of tee, too. My hands warmed bellow it, inspiring me fresh aromas, some times wear and diverce such as those who entered this gates. Tendencies that Hermes had emerged, my family never sufferred from sexual odors as such down town, but, not quiet offended we welcomed them some times just for the virtue to vent out, whats up. The swans picked them white feathers cleansing daily with fine loyalty and proud wile passing by the nearness of this lake. It was peculiar that in fracments of time, Zeus too would tell me secrets of the universe in one glimpse and have me there to remind him those events as the birds passed floating. Menelope closely braided my hair from abobe to each of the sides down in a bow back, to emulate my wilderness dream not appear for free. She guarded with meditation a docile fingers mingling touch for those who make love timelessly in mind and heart. She has seduced me along the invisible dancing creation and her suspictions id watch to be careful._"Alas, have I not, a Hera of the North who wish not to share this garden with? I have pronunce my jurisdiction to remain in the South turning even the grass of Hell blue, have not she conquer yet the North with a mare rain at least, Clio? Her magic is quiet drastic to first grade. For not even Zeus, strikes his Thunder in her fate. But if she danced with the muses and the warrior woman, would not she need to remind every one that she wants if directs clearly to me at once as Im honestly in the light? How boring of hers and mine to have not escape the fears to loose the game as a sisters play." This enlighten village was a paradise till Ares started to teach Athena how to fight with her hands, there they was in his Arena. Divorced from the reality they war for. From afar the dust of a battles  progressed to move the children away, they came to me latter with their flying wings and asked me to help them. And I told them with a secret ordered voice._"You, and you, and you, yes you too and you seat down now, I'm going to tell you a little story between us, a story that has happen long, long time ago far pass in the future and if you wait, and play and respect your free will openly, everything they fight for may come shorter... Do You see?"All my Baby Angels had smiled and affirmed, playing was candy to kinds,  but who will listen in a world of liars who seek selfish needs. They seem lost and hopeless to not understand the story that was going to happen as I waited them first order to wait, they open their eyes and exited for the generous attention started to look with me the way of the story path were I continued._"Once uppon a time when my Titan fathers ruled, Athena was named Nike and that fellow you see fighting with her, Ares was called Vita. Im telling you baby angels because I  was birth before them. But they have changed and that broad them here during that time confusion has being miss spell into a battle field, have misunderstood and long broken what broad them here to be with my husband and me, Hera." I knew The Medallion was in danger could not frigten the angels, but the Challenges of the warrior woman of Androia would rejuvenetate with the first rays of light into their rituals. As an Apocalyptical disaster they showed us the oracle of the matriarchal and patriarchal deaths._"Vita and Nike are happy, they are down on heart feeding them selfs with the adventures and misadventures and vital victories they fight for toguether to protect The Medallion and the House of all the Warrior Woman our Goddess Nighwolf Empowers among the Galaxis of this Universe before every birth and after death we all see the Goddess of the Darkness and the more we fall in love with her and trust her, the more immortal and wider we empire with her Emperor of Atlantean memories."In this is way Athena and Ares keep on fighting, their are about to touch mortality if continue, and Athena wants to win teaching him how her theories work before impulse, but he is too fast and brakes her through. "Let them own, so Eris of Discord, keeps off! They may still have something to share for." I could not separete them from the Illusion of have them living in a kindergarden, "Come forward with me my angels of Eden, come, yet again, come and see them come as we see the present future arrive."  Now, as stately figure, I seated with those final preparations for the show to begun, having rich vestments and royal aspect, as of a daughter and mother of heaven and earth and having place a diadem of twelve stars, gathered in a cluster of white golden, and diamonds glowed the aura to hold my head. The scepter which have bear is surmounted by the globe of this world. I'm the inferior Garden of Eden, the Earthly Paradise, all that is Heavenly by the visible house of man. I'm the fruitful mother of thousands. As the woman clothed with the sun, as Gloria Mundi and the veil of the Sanctum Sanctorum. I am, I may add, the soul wife that has attained wings and loves too his Sky. Redishing my lips with pomegranate juice was ready to move on. Have hold the skirts of this dress, and stood up for it was quiet long and Muse Thalia wished me the grace of her divine comedy to not fall, and teather my legs around as Id walk in the dance floor. The birds singed songs of love and peace, and I have wished for Ares and Athena to Die Basically and continued going with my angels towards the Hall, saluting the Great Gods and braking through before Zeus, Jupiter comes, Shiva with his own Krishna blue skins, the Chinease God of Nothingness and just those I'm not very cultured about. A radiant beauty to rival religions and believes floated as I have appeared before them eyes, a Woman, Queen and a Goddess of Bonds, have stop bowing to each and one as onto Parvati and Thara, this shamelessly beauty grating their creative psyches blessings with the excstasis in them visual eye, who as me, did not hidde to see.    And as the Warrior Woman who Is River of Darkness, and works for the Empress Goddess Nightwolfe "Raise up, Styx, Stand for your Divine Rage, shall not pass no more frustrated, and be Named Free Will. From now on and the Universal Law have written with Clio's hand craft and ink that I Hera, Juno and for Marie's, in this Day 11-22 Free Will, will be The Binding Oath who waters progress and higest Promise, to let one an other.""Now bring the Olympian Warriors and Angels for battle for that Jupiter speaks." Clio, with devoted ritual posed the written manuscript on the Altar, the Fire of Eternity burded blue flames from the distant Hall, causing strikes of shadows who strengthen the glamour the Olympic flame, that magnified the free energy to blow our minds away and at this Clio, walked to the Lions Roar holding thier hearts with her invisible hand, one my one massaged them as they showed off their joyous and fearless Roarings.  Have bowed to Clio, along the Grances and Muses with the three Faiths and seated in the southern ring of the circle of The Primal Gods. _"My Angels, go and play in the gardens hood and tell me now they do?" Had wispered to my back wishing for them they get this light.

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Thanksgiving was the season of gratitude, the one day a year that forced people everywhere to consider the true benefits in their lives.  Families gathered from far and near to enjoy heaping plate after plate of dozens of foods. But for one New York beauty, Thanksgiving only reminded her of what she didn't have.  Whitney pulled out of her thoughts in time to witness a near collision between two cabs and a bike rider.  She closed her curtains, retreating into her penthouse and sitting on the edge of her bed. "Cocoa," she called.  "Here, girl."  The little puppy barreled into the room within seconds, jumping onto the bed and into Whitney's lap."Hi, sweetie," the blonde murmured, scratching between the puppy's ears.  She willed herself not to look at the clock, but her gaze traveled in that direction anyway.  It was just after two.  The sun was high in the sky, the chill of the early afternoon only barely masking the humidity from the week-long rainstorm.  Whitney was filled with a pang of sadness as she realized that families would be gathering while their feasts cooked, making pointless small talk and enjoying their surplus.  Whitney's own family was gone, her parents lost to a terrible car accident and no siblings to speak of. With no time for a relationship, Whitney had chosen to remain single.  She was utterly alone.She picked up the room service menu, contemplating her dinner, but then decided this year wouldn't be her usual Netflix movie marathon and turkey from the hotel kitchen.  No. She was going to have a good time for once.  She finished petting Cocoa and set her gently on the floor, walking into the bathroom. After a twenty minute shower under near scalding water, Whitney towel dried her hair, allowing her long blonde curls to fall around her shoulders.  Applying her makeup lightly, she dressed in a simple maroon halter dress and tan stiletto boots that covered her knees.  She instructed her driver to pick her up immediately, and left the apartment with a surprising sense of anticipation.  She was beautiful and successful, and she was going to enjoy her night.An hour later, Whitney was sitting at her usual table in the back of her favorite club.  She looked up just in time to notice a handsome stranger eyeballing her from a few feet away. Whitney downed the rest of her drink and set the glass on the table, striding over to the newcomer, who she had never seen in the club before. They quickly struck up a conversation, immediately realizing that they shared many common interests.  After a few more drinks, Whitney smiled at the handsome stranger across the table from her. He was clearly divorced, according to the tan line on his ring finger.  Maybe she could have some fun after all.  And then, before she knew it, the beautiful blonde was spending her Thanksgiving in bed with a stranger.