Post by Reanne Halper on Jun 16, 2010 0:43:27 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
it’s all right. i’ll be fine.
don’t worry about this heart of mine.[/font][/center]
WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]
FULL NAME: Reanne Blue Halper[/font]
NICKNAMES: Reanne, Reese.
GENDER: Female
AGE: Sixteen
GRADE: Eleventh, Junior
ART INTEREST: academics, music
PLAYBY: Britt Robertson
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: White[/font]
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
EYE COLOR: Blue
HEIGHT: 5’6”
WEIGHT: 110 lbs.
BODY TYPE: Slim/Slender
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: She smiles crookedly, and only has one dimple on the side of her mouth that pulls upward. Also, when she smiles she raised one of her eyebrows naturally. And most prominent is the scar that slides from the crease of her elbow to her wrist.
PERSONAL STYLE: Reese’s style isn’t anything special or elegant, but it works for her. She’s kind of careless and normally sticks to t-shirts, jeans, and a pair of old vans. Sometimes she’ll switch it up to a dress or some button up flannel shirts. Reanne also uses a lot of hats, from baseball caps to berets. She loves scarves and winter clothes, so she’ll wear them any opportunity she gets. Overall she has a very relaxed, casual style, not really dressing to impress, but more for comfort. Her hair will either be natural in its loose curls, but on occasion she’ll switch it up for an up-do or something.
OTHER: Reanne has a slight southern accent due to her being raised in Oklahoma.
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS:[/font]
+Reanne is very caring and understanding towards those she cares about. She could be the best friend anybody has ever had if she would just let people in.
+Reese is very generous and giving.
+When it comes to people she loves and cares about, she can actually be very defiant, courageous, and loud-mouthed.
WEAKNESSES:
+Reese is very reserved, and usually ends up cutting herself short because of it.
+The girl has practically no self esteem. She down plays herself all the time.
+Now-a-days, Reese is a pessimist. She doesn’t have much hope or find good in many things.
+She’s never been on a date.
LIKES:
+Singing
+Playing guitar
+Writing
+Music
+When others play piano
+Reading
+Silence
+The outdoors
+Movies
+Math
+Science
+School
+Fruit
+Running
+Camping
+Fishing
+Boating
+Lakes
DISLIKES:
+Parties
+Big groups of people
+Being put in the spotlight
+Pig (Ham, bacon, sausage… etc)
+Stuck-up people
+Snow
+Too hot of weather
+Being pitied
+Alcohol
+Drugs
+Awkward moments/positions
+Her mother
+Her step-father
+Her half siblings
+Cats
+Opening up to people
+Meeting new people
FLAWS:
+She is way too shy.
+She is really clumsy and trips over practically everything.
+Reanne never stands up for herself.
+She tends to drive people away since her dad’s death.
+Reese is very reserved and unwilling to put herself out there.
+The girl is practically socially inept.
HABITS:
+When Reese thinks, she tends to chew on her lip or the inside of her cheek. She’ll also do this when she is nervous.
+If she is extremely upset or sad, Reese will either listen to music nonstop, obsessively write songs, or go running.
+When people talk to her, Reanne turns bright red, stutters, and will usually ends up just walking away in failure.
+When she laughs too hard, she’ll snort.
SECRETS:
+Reanne has epilepsy, and since it usually isn’t a problem thanks to her meds, she tries to keep it on the down low, though a few people are in on the secret when she finds it necessary.
+She doesn’t much talk about her past. It isn’t really a secret, but she doesn’t like to discuss it. Reanne is a little ashamed of how her own mother doesn’t even want her.
+She blames herself for her dad’s death since she was the one who didn’t want to stop that night. She was the one who forced him to keep going.
BEST MEMORY:
+A few years ago, for the very first time, her dad took her fishing. They sat out on the lake all day long, talking and goofing off. When she finally caught a fish, he made her kiss, going on about some “you have to kiss your first fish,” nonsense. Even though that was one of the worst experiences of her life, she treasures the memory more than anything else.
WORST MEMORY:
+Reanne’s absolute worst memory is pretty obvious. When she was fifteen, her dad passed away. It was a horrible car accident, a drunk driver hit them on the driver’s side. Fortunately, Reanne made it out of the accident with just a huge gash down her arm from some shattered glass. Charlie, however, was dealt a serious head injury and knocked unconscious. He was in a coma for a few days, sitting in the hospital, and the day they unplugged him was the worst day of her life because that was when she knew there was no more hope… no miracles were going to happen.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Reanne is the girl every guy wants, and every girl wants to be. Well, not really. She’s actually the opposite of that. This young woman is very reserved and quiet, not really speaking up or standing out. She’s the girl who walks by and turns no heads, or the one who accidentally gets marked absent in class because she’ll sit in the back corner as quiet as a church mouse and even the teacher will forget she’s there. Silence is something she loves. Reese isn’t the girl who needs to talk or she’ll feel awkward. She is perfectly comfortable if she says nothing and just stares at whatever is around her, even if she is with somebody. She finds it peaceful, loving the tranquil feeling that will come over her when she is just sitting around in her own little world. Reanne doesn’t put herself out there, or go out of her way to meet new people. She’s pretty socially inept and actually avoids any occasions or events where she may have to interact with other human beings.
It isn’t easy to become Reanne’s friend, but once you do, she’s a friend for life. The girl is very faithful and loyal to her loved ones, and perfectly fit to keep secrets. It takes a long time for her to trust somebody because they have to prove to her that they aren’t going to ever turn their backs. She has abandonment issues of sorts, so she doesn’t like to put herself in positions of getting hurt, hence she doesn’t try making new friends or finding things to do. She’s the type of girl who prefers to suffer in silence, not discuss her problems, and let them eat her from the inside out. She’s good at hiding the loneliness she sometimes faces, hiding the need for somebody to console her when memories are too much to handle or the feeling of insignificance is swallowing her whole.
Even though she may be shy, and hard to break through to… Reanne is actually a very emotional and loving person. It doesn’t much come out through her actions or words unless she knows somebody really well… so it all comes out through her music and songs. When she is sad, heartbroken, angered, happy, or desperate… she writes songs. Its how she expressed herself, though the only person she ever shared her music with was her dad, and since he’s now gone, she keeps it all to herself, which doesn’t really bother her except for the fact that it is hard to find a place to go and be alone with her guitar and voice.
Reese is not the type of girl who is going to stick up for herself. When it comes to what people say to or about her, she has no temper whatsoever. She never really gets mad, and most things don’t phase her unless it’s about somebody she cares for. However, since that list is very short, she doesn’t have much to worry about. Her lips will always be sealed if somebody insults her or anything of the sort. She tries not to let anything get to her, but comments that reach her on a very personal level will sometimes tear her up inside, and though she won’t show it on the outside, as soon as she is alone she may have a break down.
Reanne hates to be seen as weak, so she rarely informs people of her epilepsy. She has this idea that it is something untouchable and feared… like leprosy or something. This insecurity mainly falls on the shoulders of her mother. If her own mother didn’t want her because of the flaw she was born with, then how could anybody else? Sometimes it’s necessary for her to inform people, such as her roommate, but she tries to speak of it as little as possible. It usually doesn’t take affect on her, but every now and again she will have a seizure and then her cover is blown. This is also one of the main reasons she stays away from large crowds. The less witnesses, the better.
While Reese may seem like a very depressed, pessimistic girl, she is not always. Once you break under her armor, she is a happy, lively girl, though nothing compared to the ways she was when her dad was still alive. She is very kind, not really saying anything bad about anybody, though that doesn’t mean she doesn’t think it. When people talk to her she is very polite and respectful, trying not to offend people… though to strangers she comes off more as lifeless and dead than polite or respectful. She has a heart of gold, but it was buried very deep after she lost her best friend.
This young woman is not religious at all. In fact, when it comes to that… she is actually very bitter. She doesn’t believe or trust in God, though not long ago she was a faithful believer. She doesn’t understand. If there was really a God, wasn’t he supposed to answer her prayers? Why was she always being cursed? First: she is diagnosed with epilepsy as a child. Second: her mother disowns her because of the disease, deciding she was too young to take care of something like that, and not wanting to give up anything. Third: Her dad is killed. Fourth: nobody wanted her after that, not her mom, not anybody. She was always such a good church-goer… but after everything began falling apart, she fell away. Maybe someday she’d get back into it, but it’s not something she plans on in the future.
AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
well i don't know, i don't know, i don't know, i hope so[/color]
HOMETOWN: Checotah, Oklahoma[/size][/font]
PARENTS:
Charlie James Halper : Father : Deceased
Sarah Leigh Thomas : Mother : Alive
Jackson Conrad Thomas : Step-father : Alive
SIBLINGS:
Caleb Jordan Thomas: Step-brother: Alive
Dana Marie Thomas : Half-sister : Alive
Alexa Danielle Thomas : Half-sister : Alive
Michael Dean Thomas : Half-brother : Alive
Mark Adam Thomas : Half-brother : Alive
OTHER: She really has no other relatives, or at least none that bother to keep in touch with her.
LIVING SITUATION: Dorms
HISTORY:
On February 12th, 1991, a baby girl was born to a couple of irresponsible teenagers finishing up their senior year. They had decided to keep her, and get married… but a few weeks after the birth, the infant had a seizure. At first the doctor’s said it was nothing, but she had a second one, and then a third, and then was finally diagnosed with severe epilepsy. Sarah Marks was uncomfortable with the idea and decided then to give the child up for adoption. She didn’t want to have a physically disabled child. She couldn’t. She was still young and beautiful and if she kept the kid, well, she’d be forced to give up her youth to always be at the child’s back. Charlie Halper, on the other hand, was unwilling to give up the girl. The two got into arguments, and eventually Charlie kept the girl, and Sarah left them both, leaving Oklahoma for New York City, and Charlie never heard from her again.
Charlie named the girl Reanne Blue Halper, he and his mother raised her all on their own on their ranch. His mother, Stella Halper, was a kind woman, and didn’t mind a bit taking care of the girl with her constant seizures. Her seizures were never serious; usually Reese just stared off into space or blinked rapidly until the seizure stopped. However, about once a week she had a serious one where she would convulse on the floor and her limbs would jerk. Reese had her medications though, and over the years the seizures decreased until they happened less and less often, all the way to the point where she could live on normally.
Reese and her father were very close. They were like best friends from the time she was old enough to understand the term. She was always shy, but when her dad was right there by her side, the nerves always seemed to vanish and she was fine. Her, Charlie, and Stella were like the three musketeers, always together, and never fighting. Reese loved her life and didn’t feel as though she was missing anything… at least not until she was in kindergarten, and the Friday before mother’s day, everyone’s mom came in except hers. “Dad?” She asked one night.
“Yes love?” he replied, reading the newspaper quietly.
“Where’s my mom?” Her eyes were wide with curiosity.
Charlie was taken by surprise, starting a bit at the question, “Uh, well… she… she left a long time ago.” He didn’t really know what else to say.
Reese scooted closer to the chair he was sitting in, “Why?”
“Well,” Charlie had always been an honest guy, he never sugar coated things, even when it came to five year olds, “She didn’t love us. She was young and ambitious and had a life ahead of her.”
At the time Reese didn’t really care, she just shrugged, distracted by a new subject, “Can we ride the horses tomorrow?”
He laughed now, almost a little nervously, “Uh, sure baby, we’ll do whatever you like.”
However, as Reanne got older she grew to hate her mother. She gave her up, just because she had epilepsy? That seemed a little drastic. Wasn’t a mother’s love supposed to be unconditional? Well, Reese thought so… and all her friend’s moms seemed to live up to the job. She didn’t know her mother, nor had she ever even met her, but she didn’t like her. She must have been selfish and unkind and stupid. Don’t get pregnant if you can’t take the responsibility. Her bitterness toward her mother always made her more affectionate for her father though. It was a bit irritating how every time she said something rude or unkind about her mom, Charlie would defend her like she was still the love of his life. This gave Reanne the impression that he never got over Sarah, which was always annoying, and yet somewhat romantic at the same time. He had a big heart.
Reese’s grandmother died when she was in seventh grade because she had brain cancer. It was a long struggle and her first experience with death, and yet it didn’t prepare her for what was to come in her life. She went to the funeral, cried a lot, and helped her dad out around the ranch more, but the death didn’t affect her long-term. Of course, she was always sad her king old Stella was no longer around as a female figure in her life, but she still felt complete, like she could live on without feeling awful all the time. Death was a part of life, right? She was with god then.
As Reanne went through elementary, middle, and then the first year of high school, she was happy, but still reserved. Her epilepsy became less prominent as she got older, though she still suffered seizures every now and again. Medications got better over the years, preventing the convulsions more often than they once did. The doctors even told her that as she grew older, the epilepsy may eventually just go away. This happened to a lot of people who suffered from the disease with no apparent cause, like the way Reanne did. This gave her more hope because she had always been afraid of how it would affect her future, her ability to get married or have kids.
During the summer after Reanne’s sophomore year, tragedy hit her right across the face. Her and her father were on a road trip, coming home from a lake in Texas where they had gone fishing together for the first time. Both of them were content, joyful even. Their drive went well into the night, and even though Charlie had wanted to stop, he kept going because Reese had said she didn’t want to stay in a hotel and would rather have just gotten home, even if it was late. Reese had eventually fallen asleep, leaving her dad to endure the long journey alone.
Hooooonk! The loud noise blared through the car. Reanne’s head shot up just in time to see the blaring headlights heading for them from her dad’s window. He gave her a quick, wild glance, then the next thing Reese knew, her head fell back into the window, she felt a harsh sting, and the same followed down her arm. After that, everything went black and she fell unconscious. In her mind she had accepted death, even though she was far from consciousness.
“Hello? Hey girl!” A voice was yelling. Reanne’s eyes fluttered slightly. She woke up feeling dizzy, like somebody had beat her with a bat before she went to bed last night. When her eyes focused on her surroundings, she let out a heart-shattering scream. She was upside down, there was blood all over her, and glass was shattered everywhere. Everything came back to her. She couldn’t see Charlie anywhere. She screamed and shrieked hysterically, noticing the intense pain in her arm and the back of her head. A man was on his knees, working on taking off the door, “Calm down, miss, shhh, shhh, everything will be fine,” he crooned quietly, determined to get the door open to take her out.
After a few minutes, he finally got the door pulled off, and gently got Reanne out of the car, “Are you all right, miss?” he asked quietly, holding her head in between his hands.
“Where’s Charlie? Where’s my dad?” She asked over and over again, her eyes glazed over, unfocused. The fireman picked her up and carried her to an ambulance. They loaded her gently into one of the stretchers, talking to her the whole time, but she didn’t hear a word. A few seconds later they put a mask over her mouth, and she was vaguely aware of what they were doing. Within moments she was asleep.
When Reanne woke up, she jolted forward, “Dad?!” She screamed, waking up from a nightmare of her last real conscious moments. A nurse trotted in quickly, “Are you alright Miss Halper?”
“Where’s my dad?” she demanded, wild eyed.
The nurse’s expression was unfathomable, “Come with me,” she walked over to Reese, helped her out of bed, and set her in a wheelchair. Reanne’s legs were fine, but she was much too weak to walk. As the nurse rolled her down the linoleum floor, she noticed the bandaging on her arms as well as felt he bandages on her head, “Was the accident real bad?” she asked quietly.
The nurse hesitated, “Yes.”
“Did the other man live?” Reese questioned again.
The nurse didn’t answer for a while, and finally said, “No, he died instantly.”
Reanne nodded silently, “Where are we?”
“Oklahoma City,” the nurse responded.
Reese opened her mouth to ask something else, but the nurse rolled her into a room and all the breath flew out of her.
There on the bed was a nearly unrecognizable man, but Reanne knew perfectly well who it was. Tears welled up in her eyes and she rolled herself to the bedside. On the bed was her father, bruised, cut, broken, and wearing a cast on his right leg. His eyes were bruised; there were cuts all over his face from the shattered glass and gashes in his arms. He was attached to a respirator, “Hey dad,” she whispered quietly, tears spilling over. She held his hand and sat there in silence, overwhelming guilt taking over her. The nurse eventually took her back to her own room, she ate, then she went back to Charlie’s. After that she went back to hers to sleep again.
This same process went on for the next three days. Reanne felt more helpless every time she saw him. He looked like he was in so much pain, and she was glad he couldn’t feel anything. The doctor’s told her that he was brain dead on the last day. He had signed out somewhere at sometime that if it ever came to this, he didn’t want to be hooked up to a machine… he wanted to be let go. Reanne didn’t fight with the doctors when they pulled the plug. Instead she watched and cried quietly. Somewhere inside she knew he wasn’t going to survive. Maybe it was for a reason, maybe it was a part of God’s plan… but what God? She didn’t believe in that anymore. It was just bad luck.
Everything Charlie had, the ranch and all, was left to Reanne, his only living family member. She had the ranch and all the money Stella had left for him. She sold the ranch to a neighboring, trustworthy farmer. She didn’t want the land to go to waste, but it wasn’t something she could take care of. She kept a few acres so she always had a place to go back to. After that, social services sent her to the mother she never met who was living in Dartmouth, Massachusetts.
Sarah was not thrilled when Reanne showed up on her doorstep, “Look,” she’d said the first day, “Don’t expect a touching reunion. I’m married now, very happily. I have four other kids. They’re my priority.”
Reanne only nodded stiffly. She had searched online and learned of a good school across the country. She’d always been very smart in school, taking honors and AP classes. She really was brilliant. Reese didn’t talk about the sending of her application to Valkyrie Academy with her already hated mother. When she got her acceptance letter, she told Sarah and also added that she planned on getting emancipated.
“Can you support yourself?” The judge asked as the stood in the courtroom.
“I have plenty of money for food, and I plan on getting a job,” Reanne replied professionally.
“And living arrangements?” The judge asked skeptically.
“Valkyrie Academy provides dormitories, and my scholarship includes that,” the girl was feeling a little smug.
The judge raised her eyebrow, “And why do you wish to be emancipated from your guardian?”
Reese looked back at her mother, who actually look desperate and sad, “Because she has her own life. I don’t know her at all. She doesn’t want me. Plus, I have the means of taking care of myself.”
The deliberation was risky, but eventually Reanne was granted her emancipation, but if anything went wrong she was to be sent back to her mother or foster care. Social services were to check up on her for the first few months to make sure she was doing well, and then every six months after that until she turned eighteen.
Reese moved to California, not feeling a drop of regret for leaving behind her selfish mother. She arrived at Valkyrie a week before school started, moved into the dorms, and began her junior year there. So far she has managed to stay under the radar, nobody really knowing who she is even though the first semester is practically over.
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME: Becca[/quote]
GENDER: Female
AGE: Old enough :]
RP EXPERIENCE: Seven-ish years? I’m pretty sure.
OTHER CHARACTERS: First.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
This is an old post from another site. I hope that’s alright, though it’s not that great.Voletta had begun to doze off there in the wooden chair, leaning against the wall. Her eyelids had grown heavy, betraying her better judgment, and soon enough, she gave in and let them flutter closed. It wasn’t like anybody would know the difference with that blindfold on, for all they knew, she would still be awake and just sitting there quietly, minding her own business. She did that a lot, so this development was nothing new. Breathing deeply and evenly, she fell into the path of a dreaded dream. Dreams were never the best for Voletta, because they typically turned into nightmares. Nightmares would haunt her for days on end, and they normally woke her with a jolt.
”We could leave, you know,” Ziria whispered in her thick accent. Her eyes danced around hopefully, and she put on a pleading smile, though she knew the person whom she was trying to convince could not see it.
”Are you suicidal? They’ll find us and kill us.” Voletta, known as ‘13’ to her superiors, hissed.
”Not if we go on our next mission. Ditch the rendezvous point. Run.” Ziria sounded as though the plans were already set.
”Well, Z… I don’t—“ they were interrupted by a booming voice over the courtyard, ”Whores and scum, your break is done. Get back to your trainers. Immediately, or you will suffer the consequences.”
Voletta rolled her eyes, ”Ass.”
”Think about it, V,” Ziria then jumped up from her table and trotted away.
Voletta sat there, frowning. She slowly picked herself up. She hadn’t exactly gotten used to being without her eyes yet, so she felt around carefully. An iron hand grabbed her wrist, ”Come on, you worthless piece of crap,” he snapped, tugging her along violently. She stumbled, but followed reluctantly.
A strong scent caught in her nose and she turned in the direction of it. It was the scent of a boy she had known in the army, a boy who had been her friend. She waved subtly in that direction, then let herself be dragged along.
The dream suddenly pushed her through time.
Voletta found herself running as fast as she could. She came to the medical bay where the trainees who had been injured were brought. She had been about to go on a mission with Ziria, but had been called here for emergency. This was supposed to be their “graduation mission” of sorts. ”You’ll be going on this one alone, 13,” a male voice said harshly as she entered.
She smelt death heavy in the air, ”Why?” she hissed, ”Where is Zir—I mean, my partner?”
They stared at her doubtfully, ”It seems she had been exposed to some sort of poison….” another voice clarified, ”on your last mission.”
Voletta’s teeth clenched. They had killed her, and she knew it.
”Voletta? Wake up, love. Listen to me,” it was Ziria’s voice calling here.
The woman gasped for a desperate breath of air, her feet flying off the table and landing on the wooden floor with an audible ‘thump.’ Everybody stared back at her, but their attention was quickly diverted to whoever was making such a noisy entrance, Voletta? Can you hear me? Grosvenor’s voice rang in her mind. Yes… what’s up? she thought back. Just a quick warning, but a mysterious character has shone up at the Lodge, and he and his steed were discussing a female. You’re the only female I know of in there. Voletta could smell the newcomer strongly, and she could practically smell the intimidation rolling off the rest of her fellow patrons.
Thanks, she thought. Her expression was a bit distraught, her lips pursed together. Quickly and quietly, she pulled the black cloak back over her shoulders as she listened to the voice of the man. He was searching for a Voletta? The hybrid’s jaw flexed. Good thing nobody here was really aware of her name, considering they all referred to her as Rogue. Somehow though, she could feel the intensity of eyes looking towards her. The smooth, but still callused hands clenched into fists, the beer sat in between them. She trained her attention toward the approaching man. Join her? ”Why not?” she said flatly, ”Take a seat,” In the grave you’re digging, she added mentally.
”It’s Rogue, by the way. I don’t go by that name too often unless I’m generally close with the person addressing me as such,” her voice was icy, every word sending a cold shock through the room. It was all but silent in the Lodge, ”Anyway, what do you want?” her demand was given coolly. The scent of this man was vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. She didn’t know his voice, or his step. She didn’t know anything. Voletta put on her most winning smile, though it was rather tight with irritation, ”Spit it out.”
Behind the black cloth that hid her eyes, they were smoldering. She was absolutely ticked off that somebody had come looking for her. This was no ordinary client though. She had a bad feeling about this male, and her “bad feelings” were normally correct. Voletta tended to have a good sense of precognition when it came to this sort of thing. The 6th sense of survival was surely to blame for that. Her hands suddenly moved to her lap, ready to draw her sword, dagger, or even whip out the bow and arrows at any given moment. For some reason, she had the eeriest feeling that she would, or more appropriately, should, use her mystic gauntlet if this did turn into some sort of battle. Her ears were very aware of the unnatural quiet of the place, and could tell everybody was waiting to see where this would go. Probably not the best place to talk in private, but it wasn’t like that affected Voletta at all. As far as she was concerned, there wasn’t much to talk about with this stranger.
Why on earth could he be looking for her? She didn’t understand it. The man was obviously perfectly capable of killing off his foes on his own. So that pretty much left one option; she had killed somebody he was close to. Maybe a relative or a friend, and he’d come to find revenge. That was unlikely though, how could he have discovered it was her? She was supremely stealth and made sure to preserve her secrecy. Perhaps she slipped…
There was one more nagging option in the back of her mind; the paranoid part of her was clearly attempting to contribute. Maybe he was from her past… maybe what she had run away from finally caught up with her. Maybe he was here to bring her back. Voletta tried to block that thought firmly out of her head, she didn’t want to believe it had come to this. If that was the case though, this man was in for hell. She would kill herself, jump into a volcano, feed herself to a bear, whatever it took to not go back.
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