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 Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 5:56 pm
Vivian can see the dead. Yes the dead. As in ghosts..demons.Whatever you call them. The point for her is to get them to cross over. But here's the problem. She's the freak of the school..always talking to 'nothing'. It's not her fualt that once a spirit finds her they huant her till they cross over.
As you can tell her social life is dead. No pun intended. Her ownly friend died a few years back and she helped him cross over. But whats up with this new guy? He's cute..all the girls like him. The guys think he's RADICAL hehe. But c'mon..why is he sneaking off at akward moments and being nice to Vivian? Even though the others still diss her...can it be? Does he see the dead to?
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 9:06 pm
Vivian ♥ Gabriel ♥ Storms Age: 17
Gift: Can see the dead
What she thinks of it: Hates it with a passion
Favorite class: Art
Favorite stuffs: Skittles,cupcakes,rain,music,piano,painting, nice people, animals, silence, books,dancing,eyes,stories,adventures....
Nightmares: Mean people,animal abuse,when souls don't cross over, guys who mock her, sports, not being able to sleep in, black twizzlers, people who are racist...
ultimate fear: Being alone
Bio: She had a normal life. To herself. Her parents are always busy, so she was the grown child growing up. SHe didn't know that the only friends she had were really 'dead'. But when others started to realize she was talking to nothing but air, her social status dropped. She was considered the wierd kid for life. That was untill, Jake became her friends. He was the only one she could confide in. He couldn't see the dead, but he believed her. Even when she crossed him over after a freak car accident. Her heart broke as she watched him cross over. Highschool hasn't helped and she's withdrawled into herself. She still crosses spirits over, but its getting on her nerves..and she's getting annoyed.
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 6:20 pm
 ●«« Vincenzo Aldo Salvatore »»●
Age: 18
Gift: Can see the dead walk the Earth even after they part from their living bodies.
Favorite Class: English
Likes: * Photography
* Old English Literature
* Futbol
* Playing the guitar
* Walking by himself to no predetermined destination
* Star Gazing
* Chivalry
* Driving nice...FAST cars
Dislikes: ! Humidity
! Annoying people
! Stupid, meaningless banter
! Overly hyper girls
! Phonies
! Cheaters
! Backstabbers
! Cinnamon mints
Bio: Vincenzo had recently moved from Italy not too long ago and has just gotten reacquainted into school and what not. It's sort of difficult being a new student but he made his way into the school system pretty easily and without any snags...so far anyway. Being a foreign boy, that only meant all of the girls wanted to go after him but he had never even had a girlfriend before. He hadn't even kissed a girl before! Vincenzo is painstakingly shy about that fact and leaves it alone whenever possible. When he was younger, there was a time when he thought he was merely hallucinating. It was at night and he was maybe six when he saw a white wisp of smoke trail passed his head. When he looked closer, he could see that it was a pair of lips and it seemed as if it was talking to him. That scared him enough but then he seemed to get used to it. Yes, Vincenzo can see ghosts and even communicate with them if he wanted to and felt up to it. Ghosts can be so pushy and interrupt you in the most inopportune moments hm?
Vincenzo just attends school like a normal student, as normal as a foreign boy can be anyway.
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 6:27 pm
[ Ha! It's better then mine!... whee would you like to start?]
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 8:37 pm
●«« νıηcεηźơ Ąℓ∂ơ Şαℓνατơяε »»● ●««"Quella destinata per te, nessuno la prenderà."»»●  Vincenzo woke up early in the morning, still slightly unaccustomed to the time difference that was to be had from the U.S. and Italy. It was better than when he first moved to the United States however...when he first arrived, he would sleep all day and wake up at night fully refreshed and ready to do something...though there wasn't anything to do out at night for an 18 year old. The dark haired boy stretched out and slid out of bed, ready to get back to school. He didn't really understand why people were so against it all the time, they said it was boring or tedious and offered nothing but he begged to differ. Vincenzo loved going to school because it meant that he could get away from his family. Don't get him wrong, he loves his family but they can be a bit overbearing at times. Most of the time. The male padded quietly to the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom and regarded his reflection in the mirror. There were some noted dark circles under his eyes but that was just from the change in time. His long-ish black hair hung down to his chin almost and held gentle waves. Sometimes it resembled the waves of a might ocean at the pitch black of midnight, rolling ceaselessly and without care. Vincenzo's large, dark eyes gave him a very foreign look that the women could pick out almost instantaneously. He smiled, showing his pearly white teeth in the mirror, American girls...were so predictable. he wasn't the cruel type to play with the emotions of a woman but he still found it boring and rather unchallenging to go after American girls seing as how they were basically all the same. When he'd take them out on dates, they would insist on him do all the talking so that they could hear his accent. Vincenzo was very self-conscious about his accent, and he wanted nothing more than to be rid of it...but with his speach coach, it was still difficult.
Vincenzo hopped into the shower and got clean. Afterwards, he went to brush his teeth and then his hair. The boy walked into his room again in nothing but his boxers, showing much of his light copper skin. His stomach was flat and held the faint traces of ab muscles while he had deep set lines near his pelvis that trailed downwards scandalously. Peering into his closet, Vinenzo picked out a normal pair of dark jeans and a white collared shirt. When he saw how he looked in the mirror, the boy reached for one of his numerous Armani suit jackets as well as a black tie. It was the Italian way, never go out unless you were ready to be seen by all. When the boy was finished with manicuring his appearance, he grabbed for his books and bag and headed downstairs to see if anyone else was awake. As usual, his kid sister was already up and watching cartoons. She didn't sleep much and didn't go to school...the kid was a prodigy and couldn't find a teacher suitable enough to teach her. Vincenzo smiled as he walked passed her and ruffled her hair a bit.
"Don't sit too close...you'll ruin your eyes sorellina." Vincenzo shook his head with a light chuckle and reached for an apple from a fruit basket located near the sink. He ran the fruit off under the running water and dried it off. He took a moment to look around, it was oddly quiet in the house for some reason. A sudden chill ran up Vincenzo's spine and he looked straight ahead of him. There he saw the outline of what looked like an old fashioned looking man. He was dressed in some sort of Army outfit and was mouthing something silently to Vincenzo. He couldn't hear but offered the man an innocent smile.
"I shall deal with your troubles when I return home from school." The boy's English was heavily accented by his Italian heritage.
Vincenzo slung his bag over his shoulder and headed outside to the front of the house. It was old and styled after the homes on the Mediterranean. Just like home. There was a sleek looking black, Ferrari Enzo parked out front, the keys were in Vinenzo's pocket. His parents were very well off financially to Vincenzo's great appreciation. He had grown up around nice things and came to like them much more than the American rich people. The boy slid into the driver's seat and started the engine. The loud roar that issued from the engine never ceased to put a smile on Vincenzo's lips. That sweet sound...almost musical really. With one foot on the clutch, the other on the gas, Vincenzo started up at first gear and backed out of his driveway, turned, and started down the street. He geared up to second and third quickly and shot down the street, the engine roaring to life. The boy made it to school quickly and without a hitch at all. The police in the United States were rather...lazy and didn't bother with him. The tall male parked at the school and got out of his car, he had to get his books from his locker so he decided to do it early. Vincenzo grabbed his bag and locked the car before walking casually onto school grounds. He was met with many eyes, peering at him as if he were a bug under a microscope. It made him a little uncomfortable at first but he learned to get over it and just ignore those who irritated him. The boy made it to his locker without much pause, he only stopped when someone would stop him and start to engage him in conversations that lasted only about three seconds. Americans really didn't understand the lost art of Conversation. What a shame. Vincenzo entered in his locker combination and opened it up to reveal a tidy space filled with books and calendars as well as pictures of home. He was rather sentimental, seeing as how he was born and raised in Italy and just recently had to leave. He took out the books he needed and closed his locker again, not before gazing longingly at the pictures of his home. Oh how he'd miss it dearly...
School wasn't going to start for another hour or so, the boy had a LOT of time to kill. So as he usually did ,Vincenzo headed for the library and occupied himself in there. His interest was Old English Literature if they had it, it was rare of them to have Italian works besides Machiavelli and even then, it was a rather weak collection of works. The boy selected an old Shakespeare title and sat down at a long table by himself, no one else came to school as early as he did so it was often he would have the space to himself. He rather liked it that way, it let him melt into the stories he read and escape reality for a little while. Vinenzo cracked open the book and was instantly assulted with the smell of old paper. He liked it however, old paper was a sort of perfume to him that he'd become accustomed to, especially in Italy. The more he thought about his home land, the more he started to miss it. He sorely needed something to take his mind off of Italy and fast. Almost as if on cue, a girl walked in and eyed him as everyone else did. Vincenzo offered a polite smile and nodded at her as acknowledgement. The girl blushed a bright red and looked away suddenly. He chuckled. If the girls weren't forward and domineering, they were shy as lambs and stayed away from him.
"I don't bite. I promise." Vincenzo's voice was soft and honey-toned with his Italian accent coating his words. The girl suddenly looked back at him again and bolted out of the library. The boy chuckled again with a negative shake of his head. It was as if he had a leper or something. That or he was a magnet for pushy girls which he didn't like. Was there no girl out there that was normal for him? Was there no one that wouldn't run away from him or try to control him like the other American girls did?
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 8:08 am
♦Vivian ♥ Gabriel ♥ Storms♦
♥ " With death comes Life.., but why is my life surrounded by the dead? " ♥  Vivian awoke to silence for once in her life. So for a few moments she let it soak in. She was glad her parents weren’t fighting for once. Sighing she sat up in bed, her pale frame shaking form a small chill in the air. Her breath was calm, knowing that it wasn’t the weather, but a spirit close by. Viv swung her legs over the edge of her bed. As her feet touched the ground a real cold chill went up her spine. The woke her up with a jolt and she scuttled out of her room and into the bathroom across the hall. After doing her buisness , she brushed her teeth,washed her face and combed through her long fiery hair. It went down to midback and unlike most girls at her school she didn’t curl or straighten it. Gazing absently at herself in the mirror she continued her brushing routine untill she saw that she had dark circles under her eyes Her eyes pouted gently to herself, then she sighed. Lack of sleep . Dealing with homework and spirits did that to someone. Walking back to her room was quick. Considering she was ricght across the hall. Taking a deep breath she attacked her small closet. She didn’t frow up having a lot. Her Father was constantly in and out of jobs. Her mother sold cosmetics for a living and it wasn’t the most productive job in the world. She never complained. But she wished her parents would stop fighting. It was a good thing she was an only child. After a few minitesof rummaging she pulled out a grey off the shoulder blouse and a white napkin skirt that went to her knees. Viv had a habit of watching herself change. She wasn’t a narsasist. She just couldn’t understand why people shied from her. Except the fact that she talks to spirits, or to herself as some people think, but even strangers think somethings wrong with her. She looked at her average body shape, a little more curved than most girls in the upper and lower back region but nothing to complain about. Sighing she slipped into her clothing. Only pausing to adjust her bra and skirt. Then she appiled the little makeup she wore to hide the bags under her eyes . Sighing she walked out into the hallway and into the small living room of the trailor. She glanced around at the cozy little furniture and the picture frames of family photos across the wall. Everyone in the photo's looked so happy. "Why can't i Just be normal?" she whispered to herself. As if on cue a childs spirit faded into the scenery, shooting agony through her viens. "No..." Vivian shook her head and turned away. She grabbed her tote bag of school supplies at rushed out her door to the school.Sometimes she tried ignoring the spirits, sometimes she helped without a complaint. But her misery was getting the better of her. She had a reading assignment and she wanted to get to school early. Plus she had to walk a quite aways. She slipped on some flats and headed out her door. Arriving to school, it was still early. She slipped into the building without a single spirit dragging onto her. Smiling to herself she grabbed her Hamlet book and study packet out. The library had a few students. Some she recognized, one she didn’t. But she payed him no mind. Just another person to mock her. A girl rushing from the room hit her shoulder and she winced, but kept the book in front of her nose, determined to get the scene done before class started. With her red hair flowing behind her she took a seat by the library’s stain glass window and read to herself. ‘another day ..just let me make it through in one peace…’
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 1:53 pm
●«« νıηcεηźơ Ąℓ∂ơ Şαℓνατơяε »»● ●««"Quella destinata per te, nessuno la prenderà."»»● Vincenzo watched as the stranger left and another girl walk in. He recognized the other girl that walked in as Vivian. Everyone had pointed her out at some point before he got to school and before school when he was taking tours and said that she was sort of a quiet girl, didn't really talk to anyone and usually kept to herself most of the time. She seemed nice though but wasn't his type. Extremely quiet girls who couldn't keep conversations rolling for more than a minute couldn't mix wit him. Vincenzo was rather outgoing and talked to just about everyone. When he thought of that, a half-smile spread across his lips and he closed his book, making sure to keep a finger on the page he was reading, and walked over to sit beside Vivian. He pulled out the chair and sat down calm and quietly, the book set on the table and already opened to the correct page. He didn't read it though, Vincenzo turned towards Vivian and offered an innocent smile.
"Ciao, mi chiamo Vincenzo." He spoke softly as they were in a library and it was customary, even in Italy, to speak softly when in a library. His Italian was flawless of course and his accent was honey sweet. By the collection of blank stares he was getting, Vincenzo frowned, brows furrowed, and thought about what he just said. Of course...he was so used to greeting people in his native tongue, he had forgotten where he was.
"Scusa, I forget where I am sometimes. I just moved here you see...and I'm not yet used to American culture or school." Vincenzo was a little embarrassed at what had just taken place but it'd be alright, he'd get over it and recover easily. The boy took Vivian's hand and slowly brought it up to his lips where he gently placed a soft kiss atop it.
"And I have heard of you already...apparently you have a reputation bella." Vincenzo whispered again, his eyes looking up to meet hers. After all he had heard about her so far, he didn't really pay any mind to the rumors. She was rather pretty and easy to look at. Hopefully more American girls were this way or he'd be sorely disappointed. .:Sorry it's so short....I haven't a clue what to write. X_x:.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 6:08 pm
♦Vivian ♥ Gabriel ♥ Storms♦
♥ " With death comes Life.., but why is my life surrounded by the dead? " ♥ Viv had been caught off guard completley. She hadn't even been able to read more than a page before getting interupted. She hadn't bothered to look up assuming someone was just trying to pull a prank, or going through with a dare or some stupid ritual. She had thought of several rude things to say, but when her hazel grey eyes snapped up she was confused. She had recognized this guy to be the new one. but he had already been labeled as popular meat. Why on Earth was he talking to her?She had to admit that he was attractive. But with her history of dealing with the populars..she put her guard up. She wasn't mean though. She was who she was. But the whole kiss on the hand was so sweet.. think Viv think... Smiling gently, Viv paused. She felt bad for not responding quickly. She could only hope she understood this. She spoke softly " La sua approvazione. Ho capito. Parlo un piccolo italiano?" She felt stupid for saying it. Her accent wasn't cheesy but she wasn't perfect. " I understood. You just caught me off guard.." she put her book down. She had a ribbon holding her place. When he spoke of her reputation she sighed and looked to the table. "A reputation? yes. To most I am..strano?" She wasn't trying to impress him. But more or less have a conversation. She knew what it was like to be different. Not that he was as different as her. She just wanted a friend so bad. A human one! But what could she do? Just thinking about all the ways he could reject her a friendship hurt her. Natrually, Hillary one of the many who disliked Vivian walked by and shot her a glare and batted her eyes at Vincenzo. Sighing, Vivian crossed her legs and sat straight in her chair. A habit of good posture. She pushed ha strand of fire red hair from her eyes and behind her ear.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 9:31 am
●«« νıηcεηźơ Ąℓ∂ơ Şαℓνατơяε »»● ●««"Quella destinata per te, nessuno la prenderà."»»● Vincenzo's eyebrows gently arched upward as he listened to Vivian speak Italian. It wasn't perfect but that was to be expected, but still....it was rather impressive for an American girl like her to be able to communicate with him in his native language.
"There is nothing more impressive and attractive than a bella ragazzaspeaking Italian." Vincenzo smiled that half smile of his and momentarily forgot that he was still holding Vivian's hand. He looked down at the book the girl was reading and another half smile took shape on his lips.
"Hamlet...you are beginning to amaze me bella." Vincenzo looked back into her eyes and held their gaze for a heartbeat longer than would have been customary or normal. This girl, this complete stranger seemed to have nothing out of the ordinary about her. She seemed sweet and kind, beautiful as well with her red hair that surrounded her face in a halo of flames. Vincenzo looked down at his hand which was still holding onto Vivian's and brought it to his lips again for one last kiss before letting it go. When his eyes met the eyes of another female walking into the library, a girl he did not know yet but who still gave him a rather flirtatious look, he politely smiled back and nodded his head in acknowledgement.
"I do not believe you are strange. I am starting to believe the students here have given me false information on the other students in attendance. They said you were odd but I do not see it." Vincenzo narrowed his eyes as if to further examine her while she was present. He looked her up and down and when he was finished, a mere shrug of his shoulders. "I do not see it."
Vincenzo leaned back in his chair and looked beyond Vivian as he saw a flicker of movement that hadn't been perceptive earlier. It seemed like a ghostly wisp of smoke that had a small tail. To one who knew nothing of ghosts and spirits, they wouldn't have been able to spot it at all, but to the Italian boy...he knew all too well what it meant. Vincenzo's eyes casted upward and he muttered something softly, inaudible to anyone other than himself. Must the spirits of the departed disturb him while he was talking to someone? A beautiful someone at that.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 11:01 am
♦Vivian ♥ Gabriel ♥ Storms♦
♥ " With death comes Life.., but why is my life surrounded by the dead? " ♥ Vivian smiled gently as she listened to him. So the guy didn't judge. Brownie points for him. But she wasn't going to be all giggles either. She placed her hands in her lap folded. She glanced at Hamlet. What was so amazing about it? Was it because it was Shakespear? She was reading it for a class. But Vivian wasn't going to say a thing. She thought Shakespear was interesting... What got to her was the way he looked at her. This guy was new and was checking her up and down as if she was an item in a store! Well at least from her view point that was. But he didn't look like he was trying to offend her. At least to her eyes. But the human eye could be deciving. Vivian watched at the forign mystery spoke. She liked how he spoke. Call her cliche but the accent was attractive. So people warned him. What is he doing now? She watched his eyes meet up with Hillary and rolled her eyes, a small smirk on her lips. She wasn't hostile towards remarks like that. She was used to it by now. " Someone once said 'that nothing is what it seems.' " As if on cue a shiver went up her spine. A spirit. Typical. Her hazel eyes shifted away from the only chance for a friend. She looked to the corner of her eye. To anyone they would assume she lost interest or was highly distracted. She wasn't going to risk anything. Her full lips curved into a apologetic smile. "Not to be rude. But I have things I must acomlpish before class begins. " She stood up, fixing her skirt and pushing her chair in. She grabbed her book and slid her bag across her shoulder . "finché incontriamo di nuovo " she made her way towards the hallway, only to hope that the spirit followed her.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 10:14 am
●«« νıηcεηźơ Ąℓ∂ơ Şαℓνατơяε »»● ●««"Quella destinata per te, nessuno la prenderà."»»● Vincenzo knew the phrase all too well. Nothing is what it seems, seemed to defined his life right down to a tee. It was a little off putting, not being able to see things as they came at him, but he got used to it and took things in stride. His attention was half on Vivian and half on the lost spirit a little ways behind her. It was always during the most interesting moments that ghosts would start to appear. Maybe it was just his mental blockade coming down so that he could better see them, something he was working on preventing, but that was always the trend. The Italian just about spaced out completely when Vivian's voice brought him back down to reality.
"Ah yes, I too have something I must attend to bella." Vincenzo whispered in response. He offered her another smile, a friendly one, he rather liked her and hoped that they could become good friends later on. First, he had to figure out what the spirit wanted and why it was lingering around school. Schools weren't the place to find ghosts unable to move on so it must have been important. That...or it just wanted to cause mischief, either way, Vincenzo couldn't ignore it. Not while he was at school as well. The boy grabbed the book he had been reading and replaced it on the shelf. He grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder as he left the library, deliberately making eye contact with the spirit. If it detected his hostile vibe, it made no signs of it.
Vincenzo walked quickly away from the library, the ghostly whisp of smoke trailing behind him as he did so. He was muttering very quietly under his breath, communicating with the ghost.
"Who are you? What are you doing here and why do you show up now? You know, ghosts are very rude." Vincenzo hissed as he made his way to a more remote part of the school. It was empty, and that was the way he wanted it to be. The boy stopped walking and turned to face the ghost, it was still there, the trail of smoke anyway and Vincenzo shook his head, exasperated. If ever there was a time where he could give up his ability, it would have been right then and there.
"Alright let's get to it. Why have you not moved on? What keeps you here still?" Vincenzo waited for a moment and concentrated intently on the ghost itself. He didn't hear a response which he noted as rather odd. Usually, spirits were chatty types and he would almost have to tell them to stop talking...but not this one. Strange. Vincenzo gave it another minute before asking again.
"Is there something you want from me? Something I can do for you so you can finally move on?" The boy asked the lingering spirit, who as before, said nothing. This annoyed Vincenzo and he wanted nothing more than to leave...though it was against his self-imposed vow. Never give up on the dearly departed until all is well. Still, this one seemed rather stubborn.
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 4:45 am
♦Vivian ♥ Gabriel ♥ Storms♦
♥ " With death comes Life.., but why is my life surrounded by the dead? " ♥ Vivian was panic ridden and her heart was in a frenzy when she turned around. She had all but ran down the hall. Lucky for her it was empty. But she would of looked like a fool either way because when she turned, there was no spirit. The one moment in her life she would of loved to rip her words into a spirit. It was no where in sight. Vivian groaned to herself. She could of stayed and had a blasted conversation! Sometimes she just hated her stupid 'gift'. "Where on Earth did you go?" She whispered into the empty air. Her hazel eyes were pained. She would just go to class. Thats what she'd do! What else could she do? Sighing she turned and started to make her way down the hall and up a flight of stairs to her english class. Upon arriving to class she took her seat in the far back. Her mind wanted to know where the spirit had gone. Her heart wanted her to just breath and let it be. Sighing she went to pull out her Macbeth bookm but thats when she realized that her ribbon was missing. She frantically searched through her bag. That ribbon had belonged to her grandmother! It was the only thing she had left of her. But she couldn't go back to the library, for the bell had rung. Sighing, she put her head in her hand and closed her eyes. Why me!?...::: sadley I wont be able to get on much. I'm sorry. I'll be getting on whenever I can! My net got shut off:::...
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 12:40 pm
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