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M'name is Karen. Sup.
I love animals, painting (Even though I personally thing I suck at it), and most of all, Partying. Like Fo Sho.
God i'm such a teenager. Tantrums and all, D'oh. It's so fun.
I love writing stories. Poems. And music is my life, basically.
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Animals... I volunteer at the Safari Zoo about 30 Kilometers from my house. I must be there by 7 in the AM so i wake up at 5:30 and leave by bus at 6. Tough life, eh? My school starts at 8:20 so i usually only wake up at 7:40. Waking up earlier then that makes me cranky. Especially when i have to work at the reptiles section. We have the meerkats (Like Timon from lion king!!!) and some other small carnivore. We also take care of the fat crocodiles who I personally think are way too overweight and basically don't have so much room to swim in. Poor overgrown lizards. Then we take care of all the small reptiles, and the snakes. We feet those meerkats and the other rodent like thing (I can't believe i forgot its name......) every day. So on an average week I can see about 70 small mice getting devoured by them. The rest of the reptiles are fed once a week with rabbits mice or huge fatass rodents for the medium sized snakes. Its disgusting how we have to kill the rat before its given to the snake. You don't want to know. Poor things.
Oh and I was interviewed for the newspaper about the zoo, it was so cool. They didn't have a photo of me but I was the main article. Whooooo.
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Painting.... Well it's been since September since I bought paint to paint my room like an African sunset with an acacia tree a leopard on it, a giraffe eating from it and a vulture standing on the top. Also wildebeest in the horizon. But it is April is i write this and i still haven't even begun to draw the outline, let alone the painting job. Whoot for laziness.
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Partying... Drinks clothing and spin the bottle. Dancing and loud music, and the neighbors complaints. Nothing better then that shiz. Fo Sho. Enough said.
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I love writing stories, and role playing and no not role playing in bed. I will just show you a PART of an introduction to one of my characters. Mind you this is a world where a plague took over, and people got supernatural powers, to morph into an animal or receive power over an element. Rare ones got both. Hunters were normal people who wanted to kill these mutants.
Cleo watched them all tell heir stories, hearts all sinking, as was hers. Backing up to the chairs head, she blinked, not wanting to tell her full story. It was... A nightmare. It was simply a nightmare that she had yet to wake up from.
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"Come, Cleo, come don't be tired. Hunters could catch up with us..."
"Its... so... cold..." Cleo gasped frigidly, her whole body seemed to be blue. Small icicles hung from her hair. Tears frozen on her cheeks.
"Cleo... Cleo..." Her mother called her, "Father will pick you up now, right Nicolas?"
A Bengal tiger nodded, picking her up and onto his back.
"Mother-" said a boy, just a bit older then Cleo.
"Not now, Ben."
"Mother!" he repeated fearfully, beginning to sprint away.
"What?"
"Hunters!"
Cleo does not remember what happened, but when her father rounded around a glacier she fell. He told her to hide in the crack inside. With all her strength she went inside, shivering. Her family ran, as none of them could fit in the glacier but her. Then sounded four very loud noises, the snow was spluttered in warm red liquid, it began to melt in the heat.
Cleo backed deeper in the glacier, seeing her family lay motionless in the reddening snow, the hunters laughed and left. It was not until four hours later was she brave enough to go out. She ran to her family, crying out. "Mother! Father!" she was sobbing.
And this was the first time her fire element appeared. It happened so fast, her whole family was aflame. The inferno danced in her eyes, she felt the hope drain from her body completely. And then she ran, leaving a trail of melted snow behind her. That was until she reached woods. By then she calmed down. Nothing went ablaze.
Greenland was now a far ways away, yet so was Detroit. She heard that over half of the residents were in fact, hunters. She couldn't go back. But New York was destroyed, no building was left standing. Only the white base of the Statue of Liberty remained. You could still see the torch and her hand sticking out from the water though.
"You mustn't be here, girl. You'll be killed."
Cleo jumped in fright, then backed away.
"Who are you?" Cleo was Serval now, her fur was on fire inline with her spine from head to tail. The fire lit just as she jumped from this lion boy.
"I'm Michael, you can call me Mike. But we must hurry... I'm afraid New York has many hunters... We aren't safe." Mike told her, then handed her a gun. 'For protection' it was or so he told her.
That was how Cleo met Mike, she fell in love with this nineteen year old, and he with her. When they his under the roots of a big tree, or in a cave, she would hold him to her body, kiss him. All was good. He made sure she was safe, protected. He taught her ways to fight, and she gave him her heart in return.
They were on their way to Florida, they were on the northern boarder. Hunters approached from behind. They were forced to run, but they couldn't run together. They promised that if anything happened they would meet up with each other by the mouth of the amazon, the northern most side of the river, cornering the vast sea. And wait there till end their days, or till the other returned. Mike ran to south to Florida, while Cleo ran southwest nearing to Texas.
Then she found this abandoned city.
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"I... I owe you a story some other time." she told them once Raylene finished her story. "I'm going to raid some buildings, anyone care to join?"
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Now a poem....Let me bring a sample of my work. It was during one of my darker times when my closest friend (a guy, and he was my crush) began to fight with me, for the stupidest thing. He ignored my phone calls, everything, all at once. A month i wrote poems of this "genre".
If you notice, most poems with no rhyming scheme are sad poems. As is mine.
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I Feel as if I had a Dagger in my heart,
Killing off my body.
I Feel as if I had a Rock in my throat,
Stopping my breath.
I Feel my hands trembling,
As if there were no end.
I Feel my body going weak,
As if I my soul was ripped apart, blank and emotionless.
I Feel as if I were a Rose,
Plucked from its roots,
Letting it die.[/i]
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Well then. Thats it, I suppose. =] I hope you enjoyed reading, Cause if you even read past the first sentence, Kudos to you!!
tensaiface
candycrack
purplestel
That's how i'm feelin now:)
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CYand3Labs
Welcome to CL! I see you're a nature-lover, too. You have some beautiful animal and plant palettes... I'm off to explore more of them. ♥
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