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If you love caramel(like I do) you should eat as much as you can now cause you won't be able to have it when you have braces. :( Use plenty of wax, so you won't get as many blisters on the inside of your mouth.

I don't get it....

"Guh-!" was all Rosie could say as she saw the incoming projectile flying towards her. She quickly closed her eyes and raised her binder with both hands, in protection to cover her face. Dude, seriously? Not even 3 minutes and I'm already getting picked on? Not cool... she thought sadly to herself shortly after hearing a faint plink sound of the paper airplane hitting the binder and subsequently falling to the ground. With danger having been evaded, she slowly lowered the binder back to her left arm awaiting instructions from the teacher. Wow, I can't believe I managed to react that fast. Normally I've got some lag time. The teacher looks...nice. Kind of. Not...really.

Oh not that, though I was kind of wondering that too. I meant in Laria's post.

Well, I'm assuming it's like honey peanut butter which tastes amazing.

Why is my name not capitalized?

I only keep track of important holidays. Like Christmas, New Years', my brother's birthday, my own birthday, Halloween, Valentine's Day and.....that's it.

As the car pulled up to the school, Rosalind peered out the window to look at it. It was a beautiful and large structure, looking just like a mansion. The car stopped and she got out of it along with her parents, who immediately opened up the trunk. "Are you sure you'll be all right?" asked her mother. "I'll be fine, mom. I'm...responsible enough," replied Rosie a little hesitantly. Her dad lifted the suitcases out of the trunk and passed them to Rosie. "Be safe, all right?" "I will, dad. See you!" she said as they drove off. Lifting a suitcase in each hand, Rosie struggled all the way to the main entrance. Argh! I'm so weak! When she got to the steps, she put them down with a huff, and rested for a minute as she tried to remember where she was supposed to go. Dorms. Right. What number? Umm....4! Right. Hmm....I think I'm late...oh well. No use hurrying for something when I'm already this late. She had neglected to tell her parents that classes started 30 minutes earlier than what she originally told them. Whoops..well it shouldn't be too much of a problem...I hope. Her break over, she grunted as she lifted her baggage once more and headed toward the girls' dormitory. After a time, she finally arrived at her room, out of breath and sweating from the exertion. She reached into her pocket and tiredly inserted the key into the door, unlocking it. A few minutes later, Rosie finished unpacking and grabbed her binder with some notebook paper already in it(college ruled of course) a pencil, her schedule and proceeded to report late to her first class. As she was walking toward her class, she suddenly remembered that she didn't know where it was and quickly returned back to her room to get a map. I better make a habit of keeping the key in my pocket too. It would suck to lose it. I shouldn't be so careless. Finally armed with school supplies and a map, she began her journey into the school. I feel like I should report somewhere else, since I'm late and all. Get an unexcused tardy or something. Eh, we'll just see what's up at this school. When she arrived at the classroom, she doublechecked the number of the room with her schedule as well as her map. Taking a deep breath, as Rosie suddenly got nervous, she knocked on the door twice before hesitantly opening it, carrying all her stuff under her left arm. Immediately, she noticed that this school was definitely different from a public school because of the people. There were some kids that looked anthropomorphic and some that looked like they should be in middle school or something. Huh...didn't some teacher tell me that I'd be more of the older one at that one meeting? Did I get put into a lower class level? She checked her schedule. Nope. It's definitely Magic 101. Eh. Must be some super geniuses in this place then. Opening the door further, she stepped into the classroom and spoke nervously to the teacher that was dressed just like a wizard. "Um...hi...I'm...uh...a new student...and...uh...I was...kind of late...getting to the school...and...unpacking and I'm really sorry....sir." she said meekly to the wizard's robe. Rosie hoped that the other students wouldn't judge her too harshly for this. There should be one seat somewhere right? Already, her cheeks were on fire as she felt the stares from the other students.

Once again, another great RP. I'm really sorry about my behavior last time. It's just that, there aren't that many good RPs that are interesting and creative and I really didn't want it to die. I'll try to keep my zeal in check this time, if you allow me in this RP.

Puppeteer: {Firekeyblade}
Name: {Rosalind Jackson}
Former Self: {Aurora}
Gender: {Female}
Age: {18}
Race: {Human}
Student/Teacher/Staff: {Student}
Personality: {Rosalind is kind and respectful to everyone but can be kind of awkward with social situations. Sometimes she may seem rude for not waving at someone, but it's only because she's unsure of whether she should wave to them or not as they're not properly defined in her book as friend. She's fairly clueless about some things, but she's also knowledgeable about some things you wouldn't normally think someone like her would know. A shy and meek person, she tends to stay by herself in some back corner. She doesn't mind being alone. A rule follower. If she got detention, she may just die. She can joke around and be pretty friendly with people if she saw a moment to jump in a conversation. Despite the way she was raised, she's actually something of a tomboy and values comfort over fashion.}
Picture I.D.: {}
Brief History: {Rosalind, or Rosie, lived a pretty good life with parents that loved her in a nice house with a decent amount of money. However, she never really went outside much, despite her parents' urging and became socially withdrawn a bit. This is partly because she has terrible nightmares about her past life. In these dreams, all she sees around her are flickering green flames and great intimidating thorns sprouting from the ground surrounding her. She can't tell why, she always felt in her dreams that this was the result of her being stupid and ditzy or something like that. Because of this, she frequently has insomnia. She never thought she was abnormal to a certain extent, until one day, she daydreamed about her nightmare, except this time it looked more realistic than it normally did. She managed to set the kitchen ablaze in green fire. Luckily the flames were faint and the kitchen sustained minor burning as well as her mother, who had snapped her out of it. After this incident she went to Grimm's to try and hone her new abilities in so she doesn't hurt anyone else.}
Likes: {Sweets, cute things, friends, being smart, adventures(to an extent)}
Dislikes: {Fire, sharp things(both because of her dreams), scary things, people sneaking up on her, rulebreakers}
Weapon of Choice: {Would like to be able to use a sword. Can use a tiny amount of magic until she gets trained in it more.}
Magic Abilities: {Sometimes, randomly she can conjure up green fire until she gets taught how to control it.
She has also found that sometimes, in great times of stress, she can also summon up the thorns in her dreams.}
Theme Song: {http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Rc5gZH3qCI}
Other: {She's got a weird black mole on her index finger, palm side.}

Baa baa black sheep. Also I'd like dorm number 4.

Wow it really does look like a rape scene. XD Um....this time I've either got Ashley Robbins or D a ghost from Trace Memory. A 14 year old girl and a ghost...hmm...Eh, I think I'll take D. He did make that guy die after all...

"Hard to believe she's the same person," muttered Sammy as she walked with the rest of the group. Believe it or not, Sammy was actually starting to regret having decided to check the door that morning. But as soon as this thought was made apparent to her, she quickly brushed the thought aside. Regret saving a life? Never. That probably will be the only time she ever has saved a life. Still... who would've known she'd be so...lively? Someone's been giving her too many Sherlock Holmes novels to read.

I kind of forgot about this RP. XD

Meiko grew tired of waiting for a debriefing or a briefing or just a report in for the king and queen. Something was going on. Something insane and wild and she had to bring order to it. She grabbed the nearest knight and stopped him telling him to tell the king and queen that she was leaving to go out and see what all the commotion was about. Without waiting for his reply, she ran, sprinting through the doors of the castle before suddenly stopping and taking in the sight before her. Soldiers, her soldiers, killing civilians. What on earth was going on? What would cause this to happen? Seeing that a soldier was attacking a nearby monk even, and seeing them head toward another individual, she quickly ran to them, her right hand ready on the hilt of her sword. "Halt, soldier! Just what do you plan on doing to this young man?" she demanded the soldier? Meiko looked with her red eyes at the man behind her, he was holding a hammer and the building behind them seemed to be a blacksmith's workshop. "He's only a blacksmith! Why are all of these guards attacking the townspeople? Answer me!"

That game looks so awesome. They used state of the art facial software to animate the faces and whatnot. It's too bad I don't have a PS3.

Resurrection! Just two more weeks. Only two.....just....two......hahahaha.....

Eh, I kind of want to load State 2 just to see what would happen if we went about the dignified route and refused him.

Oh wow. XD Just don't do anything dangerous like driving. >_>

Altair. I think I'm fairly safe. XD Though...his insubordination may just get me killed by him instead. Eh, he can kill me any day. XD If it's by his hand, I think I'll be cool with it.

Dude that's awesome. I on the other hand have gotten kind of bigger. I'm pretty disappointed too.