Post by LOGAN GRACE HUDSON on Jan 19, 2011 10:18:24 GMT -5
LOGANGRACEHUDSON
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
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* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
( rhodesian ridgeback )
* SHE WEARS SHORT SKIRTS, I WEAR T-SHIRTS.
ABOUT YOU!
[/font]ABOUT YOU!
* FULL NAME Logan Grace Hudson
* NICK NAMES n/a
* AGE twenty-one
* BIRTHDAY November 1st
* SEXUALITY Heterosexual
* FAVORITE THINGS coffee, sports, scary stories, her iPod, rain, thunderstorms, snow, swimming, the scent of fresh cut grass, butterflies
* LEAST FAVORITE THINGS summer, hot days, people that are happy all the time, spiders, being told what to do, strong scents, dark waters, loosing, mondays, early mornings, noisy eaters
* FEARS clowns, drowning, closed spaces, death of a loved one
* GOALS to travel the world, overcoming her fears, maintain a relationship for more than three months
* BIGGEST SECRET Even though Logan's grandmother was a skinwalker, Logan's mother was born human, and as she grew she really came to dislike skinwalkers. So, when she realized her daughter was a skinwalker, she was less than pleased. The only one to have been born in her family, Logan had to put up with a lot of hatred from her mother. And so, Logan grew up hating the fact she was a skinwalker and often wished she wasn't one. It's also part of the reason why she hasn't been in contact with any of them for the past three years.
* WALKIN' THE STREETS WITH YOU
YOUR HISTORY!
[/font]YOUR HISTORY!
* MOTHER Isabella Pierce, 46, Accountant, "To say I get along with my mother would be an understatement. It's just... I guess we're too much alike to ever get along properly"
* FATHER Alexander Hudson, 48, Businessman, "Dad was always the peacekeeper around home, keeping me and Mom from launching at each other's throats."
* SIBLINGS Elisa Hudson, 17, student, "The royal pain in my ass... honestly, I think she gets in trouble on purpose, just to piss me off."
* HOMETOWN New Orleans. "Oh, I love that town, really. To say that I miss it, would be putting things mildly. I highly doubt I would be who I am know if I hand' t grown up there"
* WHY CAN'T YOU SEE.
BEHIND THE MASK!
[/font]BEHIND THE MASK!
hey, i'm IZ! i'm currently eighteen years young and living it up in the GMT timezone. i've been on the scene for four years years, and i'm loving it! you can pm or email me and we'll chat the night away! oh and by the way, i also play no one else!
* I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN THAT.
THE SAMPLE!
[/font]THE SAMPLE!
If Maya had to make a list of her favourite activities, hiking would be pretty high up in the ranking. What could she say, she really enjoyed it. All her life, she had been the kind of girl that loves the action and the thrill. Yes, she was an adrenaline junkie, and proud of it. That, and she also loved the great outdoors. Now, don't get her wrong, she's not the kind of girl that enjoys camping, it was actually the opposite. She would never trade the comfort of her home and a warm fluffy bed for a tent. NEVER. But, she did enjoy a hike from time to time.
However, today, she was not a happy hiker, no, not at all. Why not, you may ask? Well, because this wasn't a fun hike, it was a hunting hike. And those, in case you haven't noticed, were the worst kind, as what can possibly go wrong usually goes wrong. The female hunter let out a sigh as she pushed herself forward on the trail. Really, people choose such places to haunt. Like this guy, Steven was his name. He had died in this same trail fifty years ago - ok, actually, he had been murdered, by a couple of his friends - and now, he had decided to start killing people as a revenge. How great was that.
And as the good little hunter she was, she was getting in the way of a spirit, at night. Not to mention, she had to carry a shovel with her, seeing as the body wouldn't dig itself out. Which would be helpful, but a whole new problem for her to deal with. Fortunately, she had been lucky enough to get the body's location, courtesy of one of the murderers. They had never been caught, seeing as the body had never been found. But she knew how to make people talk... especially people full of regrets. Or at least it was what she had been told, that they regretted it. It hadn't been intentional, they said. That was bull, she said.
She was coming closer now, although it would be hard to tell, given the darkness. It seemed pretty stupid for someone to do that kind of thing at night, as spirits seemed to be more active in those hours. But she hadn't had much of a choice in that matter, as the place seemed to be crawling with rangers and cops during the day. Damn them, always getting on her way. She found the cabin quite easily, as it wasn't that hard to stop. For a moment, she wondered why hadn't anyone bother to search here. Poor bastard, must be really hated. Now, all she had to do was get inside, break some of the floor boards, dig up a stiff, burn it, and be back to the motel in time to get some sleep. Piece of cake.
However, today, she was not a happy hiker, no, not at all. Why not, you may ask? Well, because this wasn't a fun hike, it was a hunting hike. And those, in case you haven't noticed, were the worst kind, as what can possibly go wrong usually goes wrong. The female hunter let out a sigh as she pushed herself forward on the trail. Really, people choose such places to haunt. Like this guy, Steven was his name. He had died in this same trail fifty years ago - ok, actually, he had been murdered, by a couple of his friends - and now, he had decided to start killing people as a revenge. How great was that.
And as the good little hunter she was, she was getting in the way of a spirit, at night. Not to mention, she had to carry a shovel with her, seeing as the body wouldn't dig itself out. Which would be helpful, but a whole new problem for her to deal with. Fortunately, she had been lucky enough to get the body's location, courtesy of one of the murderers. They had never been caught, seeing as the body had never been found. But she knew how to make people talk... especially people full of regrets. Or at least it was what she had been told, that they regretted it. It hadn't been intentional, they said. That was bull, she said.
She was coming closer now, although it would be hard to tell, given the darkness. It seemed pretty stupid for someone to do that kind of thing at night, as spirits seemed to be more active in those hours. But she hadn't had much of a choice in that matter, as the place seemed to be crawling with rangers and cops during the day. Damn them, always getting on her way. She found the cabin quite easily, as it wasn't that hard to stop. For a moment, she wondered why hadn't anyone bother to search here. Poor bastard, must be really hated. Now, all she had to do was get inside, break some of the floor boards, dig up a stiff, burn it, and be back to the motel in time to get some sleep. Piece of cake.
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
THE CREDITS!
[/font]THE CREDITS!
so SAM BAM?! of CAUTION 2.0! made this application template,
that was inspired by CARLEE BARLEY?! also of CAUTION,
and sam worked really hard on it, so don't take
this off or she'll send her spork army after you! <3
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