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Clydell Gage

He looked at Antoinette, a look of concern suddenly washing over his face, but it was gone almost as soon as it had appeared. Clydell let out a small sigh. "Ah... ... I... Understand. I'll see you later... Then."

He turned to walk away. He walked through the building's hallways and such, until he finally reached his room. Clydell opened the door, then closed it tightly, proceeding to sit down on the unmade bed. He looked around, until finally he pulled out an empty canvas, setting it atop the easel in his room. Although he didn't look like it, Clydell was actually an artist. He pulled out a few of his favorite paints, then pulled out a pencil and began to sketch out on the blank canvas what he wanted to turn into life.

After he had the basic lineart of the painting done, he took a good look at it. It was a picture of a man, who had drunken himself unconscious in his own kitchen, with two children, one boy and one girl, peeking into the room from the doorway. Letting out a deep breath, Clydell picked up a paintbrush and gracefully dipped it into one of the open jars of wet acrylic paint. Then, he set himself to work. 

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Kyrie Rin

After a while, she had calmed down. The Bunny was back in her human form, and she sat up from the couch. "Well," she said with a smile. "I'm most certainly done watching that movie. I don't think I'll sit down and watch it anymore." She then glanced in the direction Clydell had walked away in. "Hnnr.... Clydell was acting kind of funny, don't you think? Kind of... Soft, for his attitude." Kyrie couldn't help but smile enthusiastically. "Maybe he's beginning to warm up!" 

nyght *she sat outside in the grass her eyes closed, her hair moveing softly in the breeze, she took a breath, hr chst riseingand then falling softly her silver orbs glew, and she picked up her hands, water was plled from the ground and levtaitd in the air, he moveed her hands and the water follwed, it had taken her years to master this, her hands dident shake, se keep her mind firm ad the droplet slowly froze*

*se closed her eyes once more and took a breath morphing the shape from round and smooth and squr and sharp, finally her dog padded over ad loikedd at the frozn droplet, she opened one eye and her expression went flat* thank you for reaking my conentration, *she beads of ice to to water and fall, her dog agged its tail and barked softly*

rick *he yawned as he layed on the couch, he was so tired, he had snuck out of the house last night with some of the other odiac hoses an raced down by te lake, it ws sofun, until he got home and had too pretend that he got the full amount of sleep he was almost fallg asleep*

nyght *she tackled her dog and laughed abitten jumped up and ran into the house, it barreled after he, she jumped over the coughand slid acorss the wooden floor the dog right behhind her less gracefuly makeing it oer to the couch it and sqaur on a poor boys crotch he yelled in pain and the dog jumped off hm quickly*

Kyrie Rin

"Okay," she said, watching Antoinette leave. "Have a nice sleep!" She then let out a sigh, not really knowing what to do. She glanced over to her side, seeing Rick. Rick looked so tired, but Kyrie wanted somebody to talk to...

"Hey, Rick?" she said with a smile, turning to face him. She swung her legs as she sat on the couch. "You look kind of tired. Are you okay?" Kyrie thought Rick had gotten a full night's rest, just like everybody else. "You know, staying up late isn't good for your health!" She frowned. "Or... Are you getting sick, with a cold?" 

Clydell Gage

He had been working on the basic shading of the floor, when he heard some footsteps, causing him to tip over a jar of paint, onto the wooden floor. The yellow color ran from the floor to underneath the door. 

"Oh, crap," Clydell quickly muttered to himself. He rushed to grab a wet towel and clean up the mess. As he kneeled, opening the door so he could get the pain that ran out of the room, he got some yellow paint on his black jeans. 

"Aw, man, I like these jeans!" Clydell let out a sigh, but made an effort to clean up the mess, anyway. It was a bit hard, as the color had begun to stain the wood. 

rick *he opened his eyes holdig hiscrotch in pain* j-just tired *he sqeeked, and finally the pain sub side and he stood up alittle* hey stay up late is a natrual part of a boys life, least im not on mtv with teen moms and shit *he grinned alittle*

Kyrie Rin

"Oh!" she suddenly realized Rick was in pain. "Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" She looked at him, then realized it was simply his man parts that were in pain. She let out a small giggle. "Hehe, staying up late is still unhealthy! You'll turn into an old man faster that way! You're only young once, and staying up speeds up the process of looking like a wrinkly prune!" She let out a small laugh, then grinned. "If you were on MTV with teen moms, you'd probably make a lot of money, though." 

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Clydell Gage

He was cleaning up the paint, when he looked to his side, seeing Antoinette a bit away from him. Her sleeves were pushed up, and he noticed that her arms were striped with... ... Scars. Clydell walked over, and sat down by her without a word. He didn't even look at her, but simply looked at the ceiling. 

Finally, he spoke up. "You... ... You were hurt before, weren't you?" he said quietly, very softly. It was very out-of-character. "... I''m sorry you were hurt." He knew Antoinette had been abused, abused in probably the worst places imaginable. It pained him to even think about it. 

|| Let's Start with the Basics||

Full Name:: Winter Blake

Nickname:: Winter

Age:: Barely 20

Gender:: Female

Human/Member of the Zodiac?:: Member

Zodiac Animal:: Horse

Powers:: She can talk to animals with her mind, though most of the time she just speaks the words, and also create light in her hands.

Personality:: Winter is shy, quiet, very sweet and sometimes anti-social. She wants to talk to people, but is too afraid they'll judge her before she opens her mouth. Once you give this meek girl a chance, she'll be quite talkative and playful.

Other::

Theme Song:: It's not so much of a "theme song" more of a song I really like at the moment. xD

Maroon 5-One More Night: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88vOaXIeCjM&list=FLgQ5ceag2N-6wA7UvSp_EUA&index=5&feature=plpp_video

History::

|| Love You Like a Love Song ||

Husband/Wife:: None

Boyfriend/Girlfriend:: None

Kids:: None

Crush:: None

Family:: Somewhere else and unimportant.

|| Mirror Mirror on the Wall ||

Eye Color:: Brown

Hair Color:: Black/Brownish tint

Body Type:: Slender and curvy

Skin Tone:: Well...dark, I guess.

Height:: 5'4

Weight:: No thank you.

Tattoos:: None

Piercings:: None

Scars:: None

Looks::

Zodiac Animal Looks::

Clydell Gage

He kept his steady gaze on the ceiling. Clydell let out a small sigh, about to open his mouth to say something. After a few seconds of thinking, he closed his mouth, no words coming out from his lips. What he wanted to say would have just made him appear to be weaker, and there was no use in telling somebody like Antoinette. Instead, Clydell came up with a quick lie. 

"I don't care," he shot back, in his normal, 'The-world-is-annoying-except-for-me' personality. The Tiger scoffed, crossing his arms and standing up. His black hair had fallen into his differently-colored eyes. "I just deserve to know everything. After all, I am superior over you." Clydell began to walk away. "Anyway, I should go. I have to clean up something that wasn't even my fault." 

Clydell went back to cleaning up the mess of the lemon-colored paint. As he tried his best to get the hint of the yellow coloring out of the wooden floorboards, thoughts flowed through his mind like a piece of seaweed flowing in the sea. 

Why, he thought, do people get hurt in this world of ours? Why would another try to hurt a person? 

Clydell scoffed. Oh, now his thoughts were simply being hypocritical. Clydell was one who often hurt another, but not physically. He only physically hurt another when the other deserved it.