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[Wrynn Giovanni]

ARE YOU READY TO GET UNDRESSED ,

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EVERY HEART IS LIKE A HOUSE ON FIRE .[/b][/color][/font][/center]

ugh, wrynn thought to herself as she planted her hands on her hips and looked out across the ocean. she was alone. this was not something she enjoyed. wrynn considered herself an gregarious creature in the extreme, and she hated alone time. she was used to her huge family that was relatively close despite their polar opposite views on the world of crime, so she wasn't accustomed to being solitary. of course, she was technically an only child, so you'd think she would be used to alone time, but that was far from true. although she had no brothers and sisters because her mother was a slut who had slept with a coworker and then deserted her newborn upon birth, wrynn had grown up living with her grandparents and being surrounded by her extended family. she was not your usual only child.

her blond hair danced in the ocean breeze and she sighed audibly. she'd have to set up a party at the mansion or something to entertain herself later. for now, she supposed she was stuck with being alone. her grandmother had banished her from the house for several hours, claiming she needed to 'get out more'. if grandma only knew. wrynn smiled wryly and crossed her arms over her chest. the sun had already begun to set over the ocean, and the sunset was truly beautiful, so she decided to give patience a chance and stood watching it in silence. she had other opportunities for what she usually enjoyed doing. she'd just have to do those things later. thinking about her usual hobbies reminded her that she hadn't had any cocaine in at least a week or two, and she'd like to have some. pouting slightly, she reached into her jeans pocket and retrieved some jolly ranchers, with a smile. jolly ranchers were one of her favorites, apart from sour gummy worms, and the candy would tide her over until she could get something a little... stronger.

as wrynn sucked on a watermelon flavored jolly rancher, she looked up and down the beach at the random people meandering around. there were surfers out in the water - guys she had to admit were tan and fine enough for her taste, but too devoted to an idiotic sport to be worth her time - and couples walking down the sand. a group of girls around her age were folding up their towels and gathering their things since their tanning session was over as the sun descended toward the horizon. turning back to face the water, she took a step forward and climbed down the neglected cement walkway that laid out over the rocks jutting out into the ocean. few people came out this way, so she was even more alone, but she had decided she didn't care. she'd survive it somehow. the jolly ranchers were an added plus. walking out into the ocean made her feel as if she was somehow walking on water, if she could imagine she was actually at the water level and not several yards above it on top of the rocks. kicking a small rock off of the walkway, she watched it bounce down over its larger brethren until it splashed distantly in the water below. now if only the world would provide her with some entertainment. then, wrynn would be truly happy.

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beauty is wearing OUTFIT. all i have to add is SRSLY, I DON'T
USUALLY SUCK THIS BADLY XD.
by the way, all the credit goes to MICHELLECORE !? at CAUTION.

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[Orion Hughes]

•• Orion Hughes ••

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YOUR FEET ARE GOING TO BE ON THE GROUND
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------ Orion Hughes, most people who knew him called him Rion (pronounced Ryan), was not your typical, run of the mill nineteen year old male. His eighteen year old niece would call him special. His eighteen year old sister would call him a golden heart. But his guess was that most of society and most definitely the police system would refer to him as a murderer. Needless to say, Orion is not one to go around meeting new people and telling them about his life. He is private and he liked to keep it that way for safety reasons. He is a very introverted guy. He doesn't trust anyone, not even himself at moments. He is the classic Siren in the trust department and completely cut off. It all comes back to being self reliant. You take care of yourself and you don't get hurt. He just keeps brow beating these philosophies into his head and his lifestyle is killing him. What he needs to do is learn how to laugh and have some fun. He needs to learn that he isn't a brainless brute as everyone makes him out to be, as he's been trained to think. His life has been complicated, born Sirens man. They'll get you every, trust just wasn't an option, even within the gang. At least with the mafia, they tend to be protective of their own. He had known a fair amount of the Italians and Irish mafias. The Irish he knew based in New York and the Italians in LA but they took care of their own. He met an Irish mafia man who had raped his brother's wife and the boss had him killed. But no, when Orion's older brother had raped Liz, his own sister, their father, the boss had shrugged and said he was the future of the Sirens, liz's a strong girl, she'll deal. Showed him. That strong girl ended up killing the oldest of the Hughes siblings and now? Now their father had a hit out on her that to his knowledge had been taken care of by Orion.

------ But he hadn't done it, had he? even he, the perfect brainless soldier had been able to do that. He would like to say the Sirens were behind them but believe me, he wasn't an idiot. He knew it wasn't over, it couldn't be. Right now, he focused on lying low and working at the garage. And right now right now, he was driving in his car to meet Liz by the beach at a place referred to as the Jetties. He pulled into a nearby parking lot where he saw his sister leaning against the beat up jeep they had. He turned off his beautiful fully restored 1967 Pontiac LeMans convertible. When he had gotten his hands on it the car was pretty much a pile of scrap metal he bought for 200 bucks. Stepping out of the car, he squinted slightly in the sun light, dropping his keys into his pockets and walking over to Liz, "took you long enough" She said plainly as he approached her. Orion rolled his eyes before his gaze fell on the slightly steamed front of the car. "Seeing as I could have let you leave this piece of shit instead of coming to help, I don't think you should complain." He replied plainly before pulling the top up and looking down at the old car parts. Liz nodded a bit, "Good point." He looked over his shoulder as she stood by his side as he stood back up straight. "I don't know what happened, my guess is that Iz and Donny forgot that they need to change the oil of their car."

------ Orion smirked slightly, he had a bit of a soft spot for his ex-girlfriend and really only true friend he ever had. "yeah, Iz was never exactly car savy." Liz nodded again, "Yeah and Don's about as helpful with a car as you would be with his computer." She said with a bit of bite in her tone. Orion looked at her. She looked exhausted. He knew she was still having issues coping with the situation. The guilt was killing her, he knew because he knew the feeling. You never forget your first kill, especially if he happens to be your oldest brother and oldest nightmare. He sighed slightly, before walking to the trunk of his car, pulling out some tools. "Hey if you want to take my keys and head out you can, I'll get this running in a bit." He offered. He can't do much to help her, no one can but maybe he can make her currant moment a little easier? Liz looked at him with a raised brow, "Was that almost brotherly?" Liz asked, "weird." She added. These weren't your average siblings. Orion would never be that nice brotherly type for her. He wanted to be, and he would try but it was new to him. It felt like he had been just blindly following their father's orders for so long it was too hard to break from habit. He would try though. He had good in him, Liz knew that. After a moment of silence. Liz sighed, "Yeah actually, thanks." She replied. Rion reached into his pockets and tossed the keys to her, "Don't lose them or her." "Yeah yeah, I know she's your baby" Liz spoke as she got into his car.

------ Rion watched as she pulled out of the lot and disappeared before he went back to working on the car in front of him. He got to work and after about ten minutes he got into the drivers seat and started the car with ease. Okay, awesome. He looked around the lot about to leave when he saw the beach and everything and then thought about what he was going back to. Nothing, oh right. He turned the car off and stepped out of the car, leaning on the front of it, looking out at the sky for a moment, just to clear his head.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; wrynn<3
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'stand' by r.e.m.
CLOTHES;; Here
NOTES;; finally right? but so bad, will be better, my muse was bitch.
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[Wrynn Giovanni]

ARE YOU READY TO GET UNDRESSED ,

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UNDRESSED IN YOUR EVENING'S BEST. BESIDES [/b][/color][/color][/font]
EVERY HEART IS LIKE A HOUSE ON FIRE .[/b][/color][/font][/center]

despite her visiting grandmother's beliefs that she stayed cooped up inside at all times, wrynn got out far more often than even her closest relatives knew. she lived at the giovanni mansion with violetta - whom she had to admit she was the closest to despite her hatred of violet's motherly side - and she got a constant view of the crime world through the comings and goings of her extended family. besides that, wrynn partied practically every night, and she often had a hangover the next day at school, but she excused herself as having 'allergies' which made her eyes red. ha, if they only knew. she enjoyed having her personal little secrets that no one, not even her housemates, knew about. of course, she was sure that there was someone out there who did know, perhaps violet or luca, but she contented herself with feeling like some secret agent of the partying world. of course, she couldn't explain all of this to her grandmother because despite her mean streak, she could never break the old woman's heart that way. apart from being her grandmother, the matron of the giovanni family was also like a mother to her, having taken her in when her own mother had heartlessly abandoned her all of those years ago. she also hoped that wrynn would never get embroiled with the family's affairs, probably because she was one of the youngest and therefore should be the 'most innocent' (as if), so wrynn couldn't find the guts to admit her shortcomings to the woman who had raised her.

shaking her head slightly, she swallowed the broken pieces of the jolly rancher which had just finished dissolving in her mouth, and looked down at the water yards below her. the drop couldn't be that far, and besides, no one could stop her from doing what she was thinking. smiling slightly to herself, she glanced back toward the shore to assure herself that there were, in fact, no lifeguards anywhere close by, and the beach was practically empty. aside from a few lonely cars in the parking lot behind the shoreline, she was alone. looking down at the water again, she watched its blue depths lapping hungrily at the rocks beneath where she stood. she felt it was her personal purpose to push all extremes, and she had never jumped from a rockface into the ocean before. there was a first time for everything, even for wrynn giovanni. stuffing the remaining jolly ranchers deep into the pockets of her denim jeans, she pushed up the faux sleeves of her pink top and prepared herself for the jump. she imagined the feeling of the wind rushing over her and then the gratification of the cool pacific water engulfing her body. then she jumped.

it was everything she had imagined it would be. her heart raced at the thrill as she soared through the air, flying for the briefest of moments, and then she cut down into the water, feet-first, torpedoing several feet down before she beat her arms and drug herself back to the surface. her clothes were drenched and weighed her down, but she was athletic enough to easily drag herself back to the surface. bursting from the water, she tossed her head, throwing her short blond hair over her head and laughing with pure pleasure at herself. she could just imagine how awesome that had looked from the shore. paddling, she turned herself away from the rocks and began the swim back to the shore which she now realized was a bit farther away than she had remembered. she didn't care though because she enjoyed using her muscles - usually not by swimming, but that was another matter entirely. it took her several minutes before she reached the shore and drug herself up into the sand, rolling over onto her back and sighing pleasedly to herself. the sky was taking on the purples of late sunset, and she laid there enjoying it for a moment before she pulled herself up and climbed to her feet.

water dripped off of her body, and her shirt clung immodestly to her upper body, but she didn't care. if she had a modest bone in her body then it had been broken long ago. wringing water out of her shirt, she bent and rolled up the ends of her jeans so that her feet were free to move without the hindrance of the extra fabric. the sand felt good on her feet and grated only slightly irritatingly on her back as she walked back to the parking lot where she'd parked her black acura nsx. sure, she was what most people would consider a 'girly girl' she supposed, but she loved herself a sexy car. ever since setting her sights on her vehicle, she had begged her grandmother to allow her to have it, and as per the usual, wrynn got what she wanted. her car was perhaps the one unpredictable thing about her. sure, she enjoyed surprising people by her ability to do the most outrageous things at any time, but she doubted anyone expected her to drive up to a club in what was basically a tuner guy's racecar. people probably expected the wrynn giovannis of the world to drive lambos or ferraris, but she didn't like being that predictable. her wild streak prohibited it.

as she walked to the car, smiling to herself, she glanced across the parking lot and noticed there was only one other car besides her own. the vehicle wasn't remarkable to her, as most cars weren't, but its hood ornament struck her as very remarkable indeed. her heart leapt in her chest before she had the chance to remind herself - her giovanni blood kicking in - that the young man leaning against the car only yards away could possibly be some sort of serial rapist or worse. however, that mental reminder was hardly enough to stop her from harmless flirting with a male as delicious as the one before her eyes. taking advantage of her drenched shirt, she smiled as she reached her car and turned her back on the guy. cleverly, she had worn a bathing suit beneath her clothes since she had planned on going to the beach after her banishment from the mansion. looking in the window of the driver's side door of her car, she watched the guy as she seductively pulled her pink, wet top off over her head and tossed it nonchalantly onto the rooftop of her car. of course, her bathing suit strongly resembled lingerie because she loved frilly things and pink. she also didn't care if the thought of sex was put into the mind of a male who happened to be watching her. that was precisely her objective.

smacking her lips at her reflection to bring some color back into her lips, she turned back to face the guy and slipped her fingers into the back pockets of her jeans as she walked toward him. he was clearly muscular and just as gorgeous up close as he had been from far away. "hi there, i'm sorry to bother you..." she quipped, smiling and shrugging her shoulders slightly which made her tanned skin catch the dying sunlight in the best way possible, "but you wouldn't happen to have a cellphone on you, would you? i locked mine in my car." she tilted her head to the side and wrinkled her nose in an innocent grin. of course, she'd 'accidentally' locked her keys inside too, a situation that could easily be rectified if she hadn't met the young man, but she preferred this method of unlocking her car over the other.

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this lovely post was created by ROYAL for ANNA/ORION. it's finished at a
total of 1286 words. is that blowing your mind? this
beauty is wearing OUTFIT. all i have to add is I HAD THE POST ALL FINISHED, AND THEN WHEN I WENT IN TO ADD THE COLOR, I ACCIDENTALLY HIGHLIGHTED AN ENTIRE PARAGRAPH AND ERASED IT WHEN I PASTED THE COLOR HEX CODE. I WANTED TO STAB OUT MY EYEBALLS LOL.
by the way, all the credit goes to MICHELLECORE !? at CAUTION.

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[Orion Hughes]

•• Orion Hughes ••

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YOUR FEET ARE GOING TO BE ON THE GROUND
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------ Anyone who watches the news regularly or is involved in the gang world, or lives in Detroit of Chicago knows who the Sirens are. They've heard the name, they've heard the stories. But I doubt many people know exactly what kind of unique group they are. They do business and are organized much like the mafias, but they play by pure street gang rules. They enjoy their own company like the mafias, but will turn on each other in half a second when it counts, like the street gangs. There's an illusion of Daddy's boys and daddy's girls but when it comes down to it, apart from his successor, Daddy doesn't give a damn. You think Darren Hughes Sr. didn't know what his precious first born had done to Izzy Davis when she was eight? You think Darren Sr. didn't know that his oldest son raped his own sister, Senor's own daughter? Liz flat out told him and his reply was "Boys will be boys." Can you imagine that for a moment? You're fourteen years old, your older brother beats you down and forcibly takes your virginity, bruised and scared you go to your father who has always called you his favorite, and Daddy's little girl and then when you sobbingly tell him, he shrugs and says "Boys will be Boys'?! Just imagine that for a moment. Do you know what they would have done in the Irish Mafia? They would have killed the oldest son, and the successor would be the next one down. Because in actual mafias, loyalty, trust, family, are very strong influences. Sure, the men are controlling and domineering but they won't let people lay a hand on you if they love you. Sirens avoid it, they just don't love anyone. And if they do, they end up running for their lives.

------ Kenny loved Liz as a sister, and now he's dead. Liz loved Kenny and killed for him (remember, Orion does not know of Riley Turner's involvement and that darren jr. was attacking him and Liz killed in defense, he thinks liz killed because darren jr. had murdered kenny), and now she's pretending to be dead for the Sirens and living on paper under a false name. Orion did not know if he loved Liz. She was his sister so in a normal family he should, but they weren't normal and up until a month or so ago, they barely knew each other. When Orion was younger, he was... different. He was fairly skinny, soft spoken, and had a thing for bunnies. I know... weird. And his older brothers and father who are all violent and into trucks found it pathetic too. he became the one they picked on, beat on, and turned into the scapegoat. It didn't matter if one of his older brothers, Darren Jr. or Marcus fucked up it was always Orion who got the belt whipped accross his back. His older brothers for the most part thought it was hysterical. His father would not have been nearly so abusive to Orion had his brothers, especially Darren and Marcus, not helped it along. They would set him up to screw up, they would trap him, trick him, lie, lock him in small places, "lose" him in enemy territory and then claim the boy ran away from them Anything to give them a giggle as their dad punished him behind his office door. As a result, Orion grew up with a natural distrust of his siblings as he grew older. He also gained those large scars of the belt against his back. They're not his only scars but they're the only one's he's uncomfortable telling where he got them.

------ By the time he was 9, he was quiet, anti-social, sarcastic and had scars all up and down his back from belt whips. He completely alienated himself from his siblings and just obeyed his father whenever he had an order as quickly and efficiently as possible. The boy became a soldier before the age of ten. That didn't mean his older brothers didn't still mess with him. The worst of them being Marcus. I know I know, it's a shocker, for this Siren, it wasn't darren jr. causing hell, that's rare. But after being set up by Marcus one too many times, he actually kicked the 16 year old's ass while he was a simple 10 year old. A few years later when he was 15, things with Marcus were still pretty bad. Orion was better than him at the job, it threatened him. Resentment and hate grew in Marcus for his younger brother so when he saw his opening he took it. Orion was 15 and alone in the street, Marcus and about six or seven of his pals cornered Orion. Seems a bit harsh right? six or seven 20-22 year olds beating the shit out of a 15 year old? Orion was injured pretty badly. A few broken ribs and a broken arm and a large gash on his collar bone that left a bad scar. And when he was asked what happened, he lied and said it was a group of Bloods. Deeming Orion incompetent his father sent him back to Detroit. It wouldn't matter if Darren Sr. had known, if anything he would have simply been proud of Marcus. In real mafia's, Marcus's act may still happened in harsher groupings but only organized through the head and for a real purpose, as well as they would have had to follow guidelines, its a lessen not a real beating. From that day on, Orion would only speak to any of his siblings or fellow Sirens, apart from Iz and Donny Davis, when a job required it. And because of that, a lot of them thought he was dumb. He wasn't. He just didn't trust them. So now, when he helped Liz out, his sister, why had he done it? He was pretty sure it wasn't love. More of an excuse to break out of the Sirens world. Make amends for sins he had committed for these people who raised him.

------ And so far, he wasn't really good at knowing how to... interact with other people. He could tell somethings right away. When a guy was being pushed to their limit, when someone was going to break down and attack, when someone was planning an attack. Fighting... he was good and fighting interactions. But when a girl's trying to flirt subtly, he doesn't know. When she's trying to flirt flat out, he usually doesn't know but might get an idea. And when a girl flat out hits on him, he just doesn't care and tells her to go away. Not exactly a ladies killer. Just a guy who seems to want to be left alone with his car and peace of mind, or lack there of. So when the attractive blonde across the parking lot was practically stripping for him in the manner of which she took off her top, he was still looking at car parts. It wasn't until he heard her approaching footsteps that he looked up at her. She was very pretty, tight jeans and her bikini top. He stood up a bit straighter as she stopped next to him and looked at her expectingly, "hi there, i'm sorry to bother you... but you wouldn't happen to have a cellphone on you, would you? i locked mine in my car." See to a normal guy, the sound of her voice, her body language and the poorly fashioned excuse for conversation would have immediately told him she was flirting but to Orion, he simply had a look of mild annoyance on his face as she titled her head. He looked back over to what he assumed was her car as it was the only other and raised his eyebrows slightly, black acura nsx? Pretty nice, not exactly his taste since he enjoyed his muscle cars but still. He took a deep breath and nodded, "Acura's are easy." He said plainly, one of the few cars that still have the lock accessible without tripping side airbags and shit tons of wires. He walked past her around the jeep and grabbed out what was called a slim jim, which really only works on old cars and a few modern ones fro reasons mentioned above. He then walked past her again and straight to her car, he slid it between the window and the door, found the internal latch, hooked it, pulled it up, took out the slim jim and opened the drivers seat door in less than 30seconds for her. He half smiled and gestured to the open door, "There you go, your phone's no longer trapped." He said without much interest. He made his way back towards Izzy and Donny's Jeep, handing the blonde the slim jim on his way, "I have multiple." He added before making his way back to the steamed up Jeep. Way to miss the point Orion.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; wrynn<3
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'stand' by r.e.m.
CLOTHES;; Here
NOTES;; figured I should probably get this done for when you get back because I'm major fail and late, but lol Orion's so lame
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[Wrynn Giovanni]

ARE YOU READY TO GET UNDRESSED ,

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UNDRESSED IN YOUR EVENING'S BEST. BESIDES [/b][/color][/color][/font]
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something about the warm california beach air served to calm wrynn's wild nature, however unbelievable that seemed. however, the presence of the rather tasty young man nearby only served to heat up her blood and turn her right back into the lusty young woman she'd grown to be. everyone thought she was a slut, rather they knew, but she didn't particularly care. allow people to think what they wanted, there wasn't anything she could do to stop that anyway. everyone also thought her best friend carly was slutting it up around town as well, so it seemed to be an epidemic among girls her age. she couldn't fight statistics. of course, she should probably feel guilty or... bad for knowing what she was, knowing everyone else knew, and not caring, but she didn't. her conscience just didn't roll like that. being part of a mafia family helped to teach a person how to keep her conscience under control.

as the young man spoke finally, acura's are easy, and she thought to herself so am i, but who's counting? she was surprised as he whipped out some sort of tool instead of his cellphone. this was supposed to be easy to figure out. he would allow her to borrow his cellphone, she would use it to make a sham call to her grandmother who would tell her to spend the night somewhere else - which was her plan anyway - and then the flirting would continue. it was simple, but not as simple as he was making it. she moved confusedly out of the way as he stepped up to the window, shimmied the lock open and gestured inside at her conspicuously freed phone. "um, thanks," she offered as he stepped back. for a moment, she was still dumbstruck with his reaction, however adorable she had to admit it was. as she recovered, she couldn't help smiling and shaking her head slightly. sometimes, men could actually surprise her. she tried not to think about the recent surprise she'd gotten as she forced herself to look into this stranger's handsome face.

her most recent consort had been - yes, ghastly - her high school guidance counselor, and she felt... dirty about the encounter. sure, no one knew but her and him to the best of her knowledge, but that made the truth no better. she didn't have to sleep with him, that had been her decision, but the man was clearly disturbed, and she had the proof in the bruises which were cleverly disguised beneath the few articles of clothing she still had on after her mild strip tease a few minutes before. she was distracted from those thoughts as the young man handed her the instrument he had used to pry open her car - a thought that should be disturbing to her in its simplicity although it didn't faze her in the least - as if she knew how to use it. a coy smile curved over her face and she looked up at him as she balanced the tool in her hand. "if you teach me how to use it, i'll try to promise i will." she offered him her most adorable smile and shifted her weight, "of course, it may come in handy for me to know your name if i'm going to ask for your assistance in the future. i'm wrynn." she didn't bother offering her last name, somehow it had an affect on some people she didn't like. although most people didn't know in the front of their mind the giovannis were a mafia family, something in the back of their mind made them uneasy. she hated that about her family; her whole life she'd wanted to be in the middle of the action, but she was the youngest and was left out of everything. no one in her family trusted her (perhaps with good reason), but she was the only one who actually wanted a part of what they did and they wouldn't let her have a part. it frustrated and pissed her off.

ignoring the ever-present thoughts of her family and the irritation they tended to cause her, she distracted herself with her newfound interest. planting a hand on her hip, she screwed up her mouth and looked expectantly up at him. the sunset was barely orange on his cheek, dying on her horizon. "if you're hungry, i'd like to thank you for helping me. do you like hamburgers?" she shrugged and offered a smile, hoping her attempts at getting more of his attention would work this time.

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this lovely post was created by ROYAL for ANNA/ORION. it's finished at a
total of 761 words. is that blowing your mind? this
beauty is wearing OUTFIT. all i have to add is I FINALLY FINISHED! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! MY MUSE IS KILLING ME AFTER BEING GONE SO LONG LOL.
by the way, all the credit goes to MICHELLECORE !? at CAUTION.

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[Orion Hughes]

•• Orion Hughes ••

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YOUR FEET ARE GOING TO BE ON THE GROUND
Your head is there to move you around[/center]

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STATUS;; incomplete
TAGGED;; wrynn<3
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'stand' by r.e.m.
CLOTHES;; Here
NOTES;; too lazy to change to new format, maybe later
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